Waking up with strong arms around my waist and the boy I'm in love with's head snuggled up to the back of my neck is the hottest thing ever. No, I mean literally hot.

Don't get me wrong, I slept like a baby in Grayson's arms all night. But, damn, his body runs at 80 degrees, I swear. I can't imagine how hot it would be under this blanket if he had clothes on. Grayson is a firm believer in sleeping with only his boxer briefs on which I have no complaints.

Though Grayson's 'morning wood' poking at my ass is making me way more horny than I'd like to admit.

"Mmm mornin' baby," Grayson murmurs into my ear and squeezes me tighter.

"You're really hot," I state.

"Awe thank you, baby, I know," he replies, his hot breath on the back of my skin.

"No, cocky bastard, the temperature of your body is one of an inferno."

He laughs sleepily, "you're hot too, but in the sexy way," he tells me, half asleep, and I can't help but smile.

Last night was intense. A lot of different emotions were swarming the atmosphere, but I believe it made Grayson and I closer. Though, I'd say the opposite about my mother. Thinking about that talk I had with her shoots pain through my heart. But today, I am not going to pay any mind to that or any other troubling issues I have. In a few hours, Grayson and I will be in a town where we can freely hold hands and kiss... even if Marisa and Jessica are with us.

I turn around with my boyfriend's arms still attached to me and face him. A mop of brown hair creates a slight shadow over his eyes which are still closed. I think he fell back asleep.

For a moment, I just take in the sight of him. From his sharp jawline to his bushy yet perfect eyebrows to his long lashes. His skin is so smooth and flawless.

Ugh! I wish he fucked me yesterday! Grayson's dick could've been inside you last night! Look at his fucking toned body, Reid! Could've been all over you! I groan at my own stupidity and burry my head into his pillow. Why do I let my anxiety control me so much?

A kiss is placed on the back of my hair. I lift my head to find Grayson staring back at me. "You're so sexy in the morning, you know that?" He asks, biting his lip.

I blush and push him back playfully, but he pulls me down with him so I'm sprawled on his chest. I sit up to a straddling position on his waist and admire his body, rubbing my hands up and down his chest. "I like your body," I confess.

"I like yours," he responds.

"Boys" Grayson's mother walks in without even knocking.

I gasp and collapse onto the bed, praying she didn't catch me on top of her son like that!

Grayson and Becky find my mortification hilarious, I suppose, cause they laugh, "oh, honey, I've walked in on worse," Ms. Clarke tells me which gets Grayson's laugh to cease.

"Mom," Grayson sounds embarrassed.

"Okay! I'll spare the details. Anyway, I'm headed to work. You're going to the outlet mall?"

"Yes," Grayson confirms.

"Okay well, have fun and be careful," she tells us before walking out of my boyfriend's bedroom. "I love you!" She shouts from the hallway.

"Love you too," Grayson calls back.

"So... what did she mean when she said 'I've walked in on worse'?" I ask nonchalantly.

"She walked in on me and my ex-girlfriend almost having sex," he explains.

I sit up just as quickly as my eyebrows shoot up. "You date girls too? What are you? Bisexual? Pan-sexual?"

Grayson laughs as if what I said was ridiculous. "God no. At first I thought I was bisexual so I dated this girl, Samantha, for like three weeks my freshman year."

I sigh in relief. If he was interested in girls, my already anxiety would skyrocket.

"We didn't have sex. I was actually glad my mom walked in so we had an excuse to stop," he snorts.

"So Logan is the only guy you've slept with?" Grayson's mouth opens then shuts. He shrugs instead. My eyes widen. "What's your number?" I ask, half wanting to know and half scared of his answer.

"I know you, Reid, and you don't want me to answer that."

I scoff "you're only eighteen!" I exclaim then say in a calmer tone, "That wasn't meant to be judgmental in anyway, I'm just more shocked," I explain.

My boyfriend chuckles at that then tells me "I went down a... not so good path after Logan." His mood switches to a more dejected one when he confesses, "My idea for getting over him, at the time, was to go on Grinder and have meaningless hook ups which inevitably made me hate myself more."

I frown at that. "You don't hate yourself now, do you?"

He shrugs, not looking at me and instead picks lint off his comforter, "I definitely like myself more than before, but... there's a lot I regret doing. And when I think about those things, I don't know... I like myself a little less."

I'm really bad at knowing what to say that can be comforting. But Grayson's so good at knowing what to say when I'm upset, so I try the best I can. "I really like you. A lot. I can't even imagine where I'd be without you," I tell him honestly. "I'm glad you like yourself more, and on the days you like yourself less, tell me. Call me up, night or day, and I will tell all the reason I adore you. All the reasons to like yourself cause I can't think of a single reason to not like you."

Grayson warmly smiles at me before swiftly rolling on top of me. He hovers above me, his hands on either side of my head, and he looks at me like I'm the only person in his world. "I really like you too," he whispers. "Thank you for saying all that. I promise to tell you anytime I feel down about myself," he lowers his head and I think he's going to kiss me until he stops right before my lips. "Cause you know how much I love receiving complements."

I'm about to scoff and push him away, but I don't get the chance. Grayson quickly kisses me then rolls off the bed. "Time to get up," my boyfriend commands. "We have a double date with Marisa and Jessica, cause let's be honest, they are definitely dating."

I laugh and get out of bed. "I don't know about that."

We pull up into the parking lot and it's packed!

"I don't expect us to hold hands or kiss in public," Grayson tells me as if he can read the anxiety I'm feeling, on my face.

I shake my head, "we're in a different town," I shrug, trying to keep cool. "I want to hold your hand and kiss you," I tell him truthfully. Though I still feel nervous and paranoid someone from school, other than Maris and Jessica, will be here.

Grayson finds a spot way in the back and parks crookedly.

"You're a shit parker," I jest as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Ya' know, I was gonna open the door for you, but after that comment, you can open your door yourself," he shoots back at me before getting out.

I chuckle as I get out of the passenger seat. Grayson locks the car once we're both out then extends a hand out to me. I take his hand and try not to smile too much when our fingers intertwine and Grayson brings my hand up and kisses the back of my hand.

This feels right. And the town we're in is a college town which Marisa had texted us is 'very diverse, there's so many gay people'.

We meet up with Marisa and Jessica after exchanging a few texts to know where we're all at. The plan is to eat lunch before shopping, so we meet at the food court.

"Wow, you really put him through the ringer," Jessica says then takes a bite of the biggest slice of pepperoni pizza I've ever seen.

Grayson and I just got done explaining how we started dating. (Leaving out some sexual details).

"Um, who are you talking to? Cause Grayson put me through the ringer with his mind games," I say lightheartedly before taking a sip of my lemonade. Grayson and I picked a small Italian place to eat at. (I paid this time). I got a meatball sub and Grayson got a chicken caprese sandwich.

Grayson rolls his eyes beside me. "Oh, please. If I didn't flirt with you, you wouldn't have realized your were gay," his tone is matter-of-fact.

I scoff, "you just looking at me was practically flirting." I take a bite of my delicious sandwich.

The girls chuckle as Grayson shakes his head with a slight smile. He finishes off his sub then wipes his mouth with a napkin. "Okay, what stores are we hitting up first?" My boyfriend inquiries.

We walk into For Love, the lgbtq+ store the girls told us about, after we all finished our lunch. And let me tell you, it's the brightest store I've ever walked into.

There were rainbow flags and tapestries hung up everywhere along with flags for every sexuality you could think of. For Love had everything! A huge shelving wall of t-shirts with various puns and phases on them. There are stickers and pins, mugs of all sorts, and a lot of dirty things.

The store was basically a gay Spencer's. I walk up to a shelving unit and pick up a shirt that says 'there's bigger problems than boys kissing boys and girls kissing girls'.

This is my favorite quote I've read so far on the t-shirts. I frown. "I can't buy anything in here," I say to mainly Grayson, but the girls were watching me curiously.

"Why not?" He asks while looking through a bunch of pins.

"Are you kidding? If I came home with a gay rights t-shirt, my parents would set it on fire."

Marisa covers her mouth if her hand, "they're homophobic?" She asks, stunned. And Jessica, too, looks shocked.

"Unfortunately," is all I say before my boyfriend responds to my previous comment.

"Baby, you gotta stop living for your parents," he looks up from the pins, "This is your life. Fuck what they think. I'm not saying you should go home in a rainbow suit, but is having one small thing..." he hands me a pin. "...that represents your sexuality, so bad?"

The girls nod in agreement as I take the pin from him. It's a rainbow pin that reads 'Love wins' in white lettering.

"Now let's go look at the sex toys," Grayson grins mischievously before he takes my hand and drags us to the 'love section'.

I bought the pin and a silicon wristband that's tie dye rainbow that says 'equality' in black cursive writing. That was enough gayness for me. Grayson in the other hand, bought the shirt I liked and a matching one for himself, ('I'm gonna turn mine into crop-top' he informed me).

"Gray, that looks sooo good on you!!" Maris squeals. Jessica and Marisa call my boyfriend Gray which is a little odd but I kind of like that I only call him by his full name.

We are currently in our seventh store of the day. This is my first time shopping at a mall with my very gay boyfriend and two very preppy girls and, holy shit, they take forever in each store. But even though I'm not into buying clothes as much as they are, I can't be bothered. For the past few hours, I have freely held Grayson's hand, touched him however I wanted (not in a perverted way), and have never been happier or relaxed in my entire life.

Around five-thirty, we decided to leave considering it was already getting dark. Grayson and I say goodbye to Jessica and Marisa as we part ways to go find our cars.

"Today was perfect," I say happily when we reach his car.

"I thought so," Grayson agrees once we're settled in. "I like hanging out with them."

"Yeah, same, I kinda wish we went alone though, I wanted to kiss you, but not in front of them."

"Well, you can kiss me now," Grayson tells me with a smirk.

I glance around the parking lot. The cars that were next to my boyfriend's car are gone and there's a lot of cars reversing and exiting the mall. And since it's technically winter still, the sun has gone down quite a bit.

Looking back at Grayson, my heart beating a little fast due to my paranoia that someone will see us through the car window or that I always get excited to kiss Grayson. But right now, I want to do more than kiss him.

I reach my hand over to grab the back of his neck and pull Grayson into a kiss.

Grayson responds quickly and cups my face, kissing me back. I attempt at smoothly climbing over the center counsel but fail miserably as I cause the horn to sound loudly.

I blush embarrassedly while Grayson laughs. "Come here," he chuckles and helps me maneuver into a proper making out position; me straddling him while my legs are uncomfortably smooshed.

But I don't care, I press my lips back to his in a rough, hungry manner and he kisses me back all the same. Our mouths are open with our tongues dancing together.

Grayson's hands skim down my body till they're on my waist. My hands are pulling at his hair getting him to groan. Fuck, I love when he groans. I love it even more when his hands grip me and move my hips, getting me to grind against him. I move my body with his hands, pressing more down on him.

We both moan at the friction. He grabs my chin and forces my head to tilt to the side before he attacks my neck lustfully. The dominance is overwhelmingly sexy.

I can't help the moans that fall from my lips when he's sucking on my skin just below my ear. His tongue grazes my ear and a shiver of pleasure runs through me. "Get in the back," he demands in a husky voice.

Without a question, I practically jump t0 the back seat. There's more room back here, but still not enough.

Grayson crawls to the back seats, situating himself on top of me. "Take off your pants," commands my sexy as all hell, boyfriend. But I want to see what he'll do if I defy him.

"No," I tell him, trying not to smile.

His eyebrows raise, looking surprised for a split second before his expression turns back to one of ascendancy. Grayson brings his lips to my ear, brushing against it softly, "Baby, if you don't take your pants off right now, my hands aren't going anywhere near where you want them to go."

My pants are already unzipped and unbuttoned before he even finishes his sentence. I push my jeans along with my boxers, down my thighs.

My hand goes to his hair, my fingers lacing through his silky locks, as he continues to assault my neck with his tongue and kisses. With one hand holding him in place, Grayson undoes his skinny jeans with his other hand. I help him slide his pants down then his briefs.

Grayson lowers himself and takes hold of both of our members. His hand moves up and down, our pre-cum mixing together.

"Fuck," I groan and lay my head back.

He grabs my chin and makes me look at him before crashing his lips on mine, our mouths open for each other's tongue.

The sexual tension is high between us and I know the reason for that is me stopping us last night. Now, all I can think about is him being inside me.

So I tell him against his mouth, "I want you."

Grayson pulls back, his eyebrows raised slightly in question.

"I'm ready," I tell him with a nod.

At first, he doesn't respond and only smiles then he tells me, "Our first time won't be in the back seat of my car."

I frown slightly at that.

Grayson's lips are now close to mine, and he whispers, "Don't be sad, baby, I'm still gonna make you cum tonight."

And, fuck, did he make me cum.

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