Bad Dog (Chapter 12)
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~CODY'S POV~
"M-Mike..."
"Hm?"
"C-Could you...erm...stop looking at me like that? You seem like you want to devour me, and i-it's kinda scary..."
A playful smirk makes its way to the male's lips, and he leans forward from his current position across from me. I had just gotten out of the shower to get rid of this wet dog smell- which by the the way makes no sense, considering I don't own a dog, and I haven't seen one running around Mike's house yet. Wearing one of Mike's shirts that barely reaches mid-thigh is bad enough, but having those intense orbs of his rake over me is...odd. It gives me this tingly sensation as if I want his hands to follow his gaze's trail, but at the same time I feel-
Insecure.
Is he staring out of disgust? Does he not like the way my body looks? Am I too...pale? Questions swarm through my mind, giving me an unbearably awful headache. Why can't I be like any normal teen gay guy and enjoy having a s*x god ogle over my body? Ugh! It's all Mike's fault, I'm telling you!
"Maybe I want to..."
"What?" I quickly respond, having been lost in my own complicated, f**ked up world. Mike clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"I said...maybe I do want to devour you..." He purrs, hand resting on my inner thigh. Sparks. Sparks shoot through me, causing my hips to wiggle unwillingly. What was he doing? Does he know that this-
"-feels so good..." I let out the rest of my question/statement in a long, dragged out moan. The way his fingertips stroke the tender areas is like magic.
"Oh?"
Mike's delicious, minty breath fans my face with each exhale, until soon his lips themselves are brushing my own. An unintentional kiss, but a kiss none the less. It was as if the one thing I had been craving most of all was being served to me on a platter. The thing being...
Mike.
"Nnn...u-uh huh..." I gasp as his warm palm curls to caress my leg further, fingers exploring beneath the hem of the shirt. Nothing too steamy, yet it got my heart pumping 10x faster that it should be.
By now I'm hitting the anxious stage.
Will he go any further?
If he tries, should I let him?
What does he want?
No...what do I want?
'Mate'
That word. That word that had been in my head for the past two days is back once again. What does it mean? Mate? Like...animals?
'MATE'
The power of the word gives me the shivers- literally. This time it had been put forth as a low rumble. So dominant. It was almost...tempting. As if it were testing my limits. Should I give in?
"Mate..."
I capture my lower lip between my teeth, tilting my head to the side as Mike nibbles my neck. It doesn't register to me that the last coo of the word had been said out loud by him until he stops. I gulp and my nails graze the couch's leather.
"E-Excuse me?'
"Hm?"
"Y-You just-"
"-just what?" He cuts me off, almost as if desperate to keep the words from escaping me.
"You just said ma-"
"Shhh..."
I think I'll let you guess from here. Heh...
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