A Wave Of Desire

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Ocean

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I had been a little embarrassed when I turned the movie on for us to watch. Makai made it seem like it was somehow bad that I was putting on a romantic comedy for us to watch. Honestly, I never used to watch them until I got with Brittney. She used to want to watch them all the time, so I got used to watching them with her so much. And I studied some of them so I could talk about them with her.

I guess that after a little while it got to where it became a habit. Plus, I mean, some of them are really funny, and I liked them a lot. They're not just for chicks. Not really. There are a lot of funny parts to movies like those.

But, uhm, well, while we were watching the movie, we kind of scooted really close to each other. And, uhm, I, uh, I think it was me that scooted close to him first. And I actually, uhm, pressed my shoulder against his when I sat on the floor next to him. I was still nervous though. That was for sure. I had pulled my legs in toward my chest and wrapped my hands around my knees, my fingers barely touching each other as I tried to decide if I was wanting to hide away or not.

I could tell that Makai wasn't nervous at all. He seemed as calm as could be while sitting there bracing his weight against the bed. I don't know how he was doing it. I was fighting for control and was barely able to focus on the movie. It was one of my favorites too. I knew it well, but I couldn't tell you a single thing that was happening in the movie at the moment. I was completely lost.

I caught myself staring at Makai out of the corner of my eye. I wasn't trying to. I didn't want to. I had really been trying to ignore him and watch the movie. It just wasn't working. And he knew it.

"Am I that much more interesting than the movie?" He asked me with a low thrum in his voice. That sound did things to me that I couldn't explain. Things that I didn't want to explain right now. Explaining them would mean that I understood them which I most definitely didn't.

"Uhm." 

"If you were to ask for my opinion," slowly Makai turned to face me instead of the movie while he spoke, "I would say that you are infinitely more interesting than the movie."

That was when Makai leaned in toward me, his chest pressing against my shoulder and causing me to lean away from him in nerves or fear or perhaps some other emotion.

"Am I that interesting, Ocean?" He gave me a heated look then, his lips turned up in a lopsided grin and his seafoam eyes burning. The look was so alluring that I found myself wanting to answer him right away.

"Y..y..yes." I can't believe I just told him that. Once again I felt my face flush red, and I had the desire to bury my face into my hands. He wouldn't let me though. The moment I tried to put my hands over my face Makai slid his hands over mine and held them, gently but firmly.

"Ma..Ma..Ma..Ma..Ma..Makai?" I stuttered over his name and was barely able to finish it.

"That's a first, I don't think I have ever been called Mama like that before." he smirked, as if daring me to say something in opposition to him.

"B..b..b.but-."

"You know something, Ocean, you're so fucking cute when you stutter like that." He leaned in again and kissed my cheek softly.

That was it. He pulled away after that. It ended just as soon as it started, and before I knew it Makai was sitting where he had been when we started and was staring at the screen.

"Come on, let's watch the movie." He was acting like nothing happened at all. What the hell!

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Makai

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Ocean currently looked like a deer in the headlights. That little peck had either been too much or not enough. Maybe a little bit of both. I loved it though, he was so fucking hot when he looked a little scared like that. It made him look so vulnerable and sexy. I don't know why, but it was just so alluring to me. I couldn't help but tease him.

"Come here." I pulled Ocean to me with a firm grip on his elbow. He hadn't been prepared for it, and it caused him to land full on against my side. His head crashed against my chest in the confusion, and I had to think to myself that it would be wrong to appreciate it, that I hadn't intended it to happen.

"Oomph." Ocean had exhaled in a huff when he collided with me at that time. "S..s..s..sorry." He apologized as he tried to pull himself away.

"Why are you sorry? I pulled you toward me, didn't I? I made you hit me. Now come on and watch the movie with me before I get bored."

This time I decided to just readjust Ocean and hold him against my side. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed his head onto my chest right below my shoulder. It wasn't very comfortable at first because he was sitting so stiffly.

"Come on, loosen up." I encouraged him as I adjusted myself, moving my left leg around so that I wrapped it around him, cradling his left hip and letting him slide partially in front of me. With a little more maneuvering I got it so that Ocean was leaning back against my chest, and I was draped around him.

I could feel how hard his heart was beating. His breaths were coming in pants  as he nearly hyperventilated at the way we were sitting and touching. This was made better by the fact that his shirt was still ripped and I was still not wearing mine. I could feel so much of him with my hands wrapped around his chest. And the feel of his face right next to mine was almost beyond my self control.

For the moment though, hard as it might be, I was content. I could deal with just holding him in my arms and against my chest. Ocean, however, didn't seem to be able to wait.

"M..Makai?" He had turned his head and whispered my name right next to my face.

"Ocean?" I breathed his name right back at him.

"I..I..I uhm..-" He was nervous, but looking at me with hungry eyes.

"Yes, Ocean?" I implored him to go on.

"I..I..I uhm.. I want something." He seemed so uncertain of what he should do right now, but I knew I should let him do this, I shouldn't be any part of this. It was his turn to grow.

"What do you want?" I felt my lips graze against his cheeks as I asked him that question.

"I.. I want.. I want you." He finally got the words out just as he turned in my arms and pressed his lips against mine.

He had tackled me to the floor, his hands pinning my wrists above my head and holding me down until I could feel just a small amount of pain under his grip. His kisses were fierce and passionate and hungry. He was devouring me, starting with my tongue. Or perhaps my soul. I don't know which he thought he was going to get first.

I felt all of Ocean pressed against me, grinding his whole body against me. His chest, nearly bare under the ripped shirt pressed against the naked flesh of my chest. Next were the firm ripples of his muscles where they met mine. There was the large throbbing bulge in his shorts that pressed against me, inch for inch.

If he wasn't holding me down, I would be holding his body close to me. Or doing things to it that I shouldn't be. There was just so much that I needed and wanted to be doing. I may not have been able to run my fingertips along his glorious body, but I was still able to return the passion of the kiss drop for drop.

By the time that the kiss broke, I gasped and sucked in air like I had been without oxygen for way too long. That was fine, I would do it again happily if it meant that I would feel more of him.

Right as he was about to place his mouth back against mine, just as he was close enough for me to feel the heat of his mouth and taste it's intoxicating flavor, there was a sound that rang out from downstairs.

"Ocean?" A woman called out to the house before slamming what sounded like the door.