With a long sigh I zipped up the last of my luggage. Four hours of packing and two massive suitcases later, I was finally done. Looking around my now empty apartment, I felt a little empty knowing that my time in California was through. Time for another ending, I suppose.
I had to remind myself, as I hoisted the giant bags onto my bed, that I was chasing my dreams. Twelve years of playing piano, and it had gotten me to Julliard. My dream school. The very thing that I'd striven for all my childhood, and now, at twenty, I was finally going to be able to pursue it. Unfortunately, that meant moving across the country, away from the California sun and all I really knew.
Walking to the window, I stared out at the street below. I had a beach view from the apartment. It was December, the beach was naked with the exception of a few brave souls walking slowly down the shoreline. I was going to miss this, spending my mornings taking in this wonderful sight, spending my afternoons down at the water, spending my nights cuddled in bed with... him.
He was just another reason leaving California was going to kill me. Sure, we'd only been together about four months, but four months was enough to get me hooked. Everything about him was different and new, and while I wasn't in love with him, leaving him was not going to be fun.
To call him different would be an insult. He was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Gorgeous, yes. Talented yes. But... something else. The sound of my apartment door slamming shut snapped me out of my thoughts.
I turned back to the bags on my bed and sucked in a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, I felt hands slide around my waist.
"So, Dev, are you leaving without saying goodbye? How rude of you." He purred, his breath warm on the back of my neck. I turned to him, avoiding his ice-colored gaze and smiling down at the floor.
"I'm not very good with goodbyes, Lucas. You should know," I murmured, slowly pulling his hips to mine. His tiny smirk was his way of laughing at me. He knew he had me.
"I should know. You didn't say goodbye to me last night."
"With the way you were pressed up against the bartender, I didn't think you'd want me to," I shot back defiantly.
Lucas had me playing his game now, and he knew it. Everything about him was playful, from the way he ran his hands down my back, to the way he bit is perfect pale pink lips as I spoke. Lucas was always about the game.
"Oh, come on Devon. I was just having fun. I didn't fuck him," he whispered in that low, raspy voice he possessed. Always with the theatrics.
"But you wanted to," I said, finally meeting his eyes and seeing the spark in them. I could stare at Luke all day, easily. He flashed his smile at my words, long eyelashes fluttering. His golden hair fell perfectly into those ice eyes, begging to be pulled away and worshiped. As the game continued, I felt his skinny hips grind against mine, maybe without his knowing, an unconscious movement.
His slow breathing was sprinkled with breathy giggles as he pressed his body to mine and resorted to nibbling my ear as his hands found the button on my jeans. This is always how he plays.
"I have a plane to catch, babe," pulling his hands from my jeans to my face. His mouth fell into a little open pout, those eyes alive with disbelief.
"Not for another hour. You've got to let me show you what you'll be missing, baby," He pleaded. He pressed his lips to my throat, his warm breath leaving a little trail across my skin. A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he felt the rise he was giving me through my jeans. "Come on Devon. Pretty please?"
I had to bite my lip to keep back a groan as he slid his hand down the front of my pants and started to teasingly rub my cock. Surrendering to him meant he won. That's how his little games usually ended; in my defeat.
He pressed his lips against mine hard, his warm tongue tracing my bottom lip. "Devvvooonnn," He pleaded into my open mouth. "Let me."
