ayancrow

[ayancrow]

a royal case of the blus, excerpt #1

We’re drinking, and we shouldn’t be. Anyone could see us here in the open with his hands on my ass. I’m in his lap, facing him, and I know my weight must be uncomfortable, but Jakari doesn’t even seem phased, despite the concrete steps he’s sitting on. It’s perfect.

I love you. I don’t say it, but I feel it within every cell of my body, within both halves of me, both Earth’s Royal and Nyx’s Rhys. I lay my half-empty bottle of tequila beside us, on the same step we’re balancing on, so I can put my hands on his shoulders instead. He’s hot, warmer than the alcohol soaking in my body. Warm enough for both of us. I kinda wanna crawl inside of his skin. He’d let me. 

“Whatchu thinkin’ bout?” His voice is softer than it should be, breath sharp. I shift to get more comfortable, and ignore the shiver that reaches my fingers when I feel him. Hard against my left thigh. The moon makes his skin look blue. It’s beautiful. “Ro?”

“This,” I mumble, kissing him. I think I get drunker off it. His lips are big. I’m hit with it when I suck his bottom lip into my mouth— it’s like candy. Hennessy-flavored, flesh candy. He hums, and one of his hands squeeze. I might be getting hard. Can’t tell if the warmth is the blood rushing down or fighting against the alcohol. 

Our noses brush against each other. I want him back as soon as I’m not drowning under the tsunamis he calls lips. Fuck, I’m drunk. I can’t believe I just thought that. Tsunamis. Goddamn, I’m going crazy. 

“Ja…” The call of his name is the only warning I give before I’m kissing him again, our lips creating that soft sound that can only come from wet mouths. “I,” kiss, “think,” another kiss. We should get in the house, but he’s still kissing me, so I can’t be blamed for my hands sinking into his hair and roaming the nape of his neck.

My sweatpants are tight when Ja leaves a lingering kiss on my neck, one I feel down to my toes. As he grabs his drink and takes a slow sip, I touch along my neck until my fingers brush against the forming bruise. I like it. I’ll ask to leave one on him later. 

Ja’s hennessy hits the ground with a screech and his chest hitches. For a moment, I’m fully convinced he’s about to puke on me.  Instead, he burps. It turns into a hiccup halfway through. I snicker at the sound. He lightly bites my cheek. I just laugh harder. Then, he buries his head in the crook of my neck, hands moving from my ass to wrap around me, embrace me, and now I’m laughing and crying because I just realized that I’d kill someone for this boy if I had to. 

I need to stop drinking. 

“Ro?”

I could fall asleep like this. Or die. I don’t want to move. “Hm, baby?”

“You wanna go in?”

Right, it’s cold out here. And open. Anyone could spot the underage drinking happening; the homosexual activity too, if that’s counted as a crime. I still say, “Nah, I’m good right here.” I can be selfish too.