The Way You Make Me Feel
"Falling in love is like giving someone a loaded gun pointed at your heart and trusting them not to pull the trigger."
Waking up to find Mason burrowed into my side like a spider monkey, is the best way to wake up. I loved to watch him sleep, not that I'm a stalker or anything, but my baby looks so peaceful while he's sleeping. Without any of his jewelry or clothing on besides his boxers. I check the time to see it was around nine in the morning and immediately wanted to go back to sleep, it was too damn early. Just as Mason, still half asleep, climbed on top of me and nuzzled his face in my neck, my phone rang.
Groaning, I stretch my arm as far as it can go towards my bedside table to get my phone. Once I grab it, I see Mama flash across the screen. I rub my eyes with my one free hand and reluctantly answer my phone.
"Alexander, my son!" My Mama's cheery voice exclaims through the phone. I grimace from the loudness at so early in the morning, but I couldn't stop the small smile from forming on my lips. My parents may not be the best, but I love them nonetheless. How could I not?
I chuckled. "Hi Mama. How are you and Dad?"
"We're fine, my love. I just wanted to call and check to see if you and Miya were coming tomorrow."
I internally groan. Shit I totally fucking forgot. Tomorrow was the annual dinner that mine and Ace's parents had every year, which we were all dragged to each time. But now, we're all bringing our significant others. Miya is bringing Harriet, I'm bringing Mason, and Ace is bringing Aphrodite. But, my Mama and Ace's parents don't know that I'm bisexual and I'm not telling my mother over the phone.
"Actually...there's going to be three extra people." I slowly said. The slower I told her this, the less excited she would hopefully be.
"Oh my God! You're all bringing your dates tomorrow! Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!" She screeched. The oh my god went on for about another minute while I laid there with what felt like a permanent cringe on my face.
I heard a husky chuckle vibrate through my body, and I glared at the man on top of me. 'It's not funny' I mouthed to him as my Mama kept going on and on. He nodded his head vigorously and I glared at him. His brown eyes sparked in amusement, making my glare soften.
I grabbed his face with my free hand and brought it to mine. I pecked him on the lips a few times and whispered, "Goodmorning baby." He hummed with a lazy smile on his face, and tucked his head back in my neck.
"Alex? Alexander!" My Mama shouts through the phone.
I blow air from my lips and put my phone back to my ear. "Yes Mama?"
"Why weren't you answering? Whose there with you?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow Mama."
She hummed through the phone. "You better."
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "I promise."
I could hear a low voice in the background that I recognized as my father. "Your father wants to talk to you." She suddenly said.
I opened my mouth to give her an excuse so I wouldn't have to talk to him, but my father's voice boomed through the phone before I could.
"Alexander." His deep voice said.
I could feel Mason tense from hearing his voice. We both knew what was at stake if my dad found out that I was dating a guy. He knew I was bisexual, but he didn't know that I dated men. Not that I've dated one before, hell I've never had a boyfriend or girlfriend in my entire life until Mason. I didn't care about the million dollar company my father wanted to pass down to me, as long as I had Mason I would be fine. In the past, Miya and I tried to get my parents to notice me, but I always failed. Now that we're older, they feel bad at how they never paid attention to us and want to make up for it.
I could remember when I officially announced to my father that I was bisexual. It was right before I went to college and we were in his study talking about what I would do in college and how I would act. My father was the one running the company and the boss so he had to set an example of what to act like when being that high up in the food chain. I had to act and dress exactly like him just in case the media wanted to check up on me. Miya didn't give two shits and did what she wanted, not like the media ever bothered her about it.
The past few weeks, I was starting to stare at guys how I stared at girls and it was seriously freaking me out. I had a very long couple of days think about it. I wasn't ashamed of who I was, but it was extremely painful to acknowledge it to other people that I was bisexual. But right in the middle of my father explaining of how my schedule was, when I blurted it out.
You could say he was shocked, but that would be an understatement. I've never seen a lot of emotion on my father's face, but he was just like me and I him; he only showed any kind emotion besides his stoic face to only the love of his life, which was my mother. But that day, I saw him shocked and saddened by this news. I couldn't look at him as I ran out of the room. I was too horrified to actually talk about what I said. But the days afterward were filled with me packing. I avoided my father as much as I could, and succeeded as he only stayed in his study the whole time. Last time I saw him was at the annual dinner, and I barely even saw him then.
"Father." I replied stoically.
He sighed over the phone. I could hear him walking somewhere and a door close, which I assume was his office. "Don't be so formal, son. I want to have an actual conversation with you."
I couldn't even form words at how...normal he sounded. I could tell Mason could hear our conversation when he mumbled 'what the fuck'. My father must have heard Mason because he chuckled. It was such a foreign sound that I couldn't comprehend that Mason was panicking.
"I'm not a dumb man Alex, but when you told your mom that you would tell her tomorrow at the dinner who you were with, I figured that you were with a man. Am I correct?"
My throat seized in panic. I couldn't, I just couldn't do anything. This was the moment I have been waiting for, but I just couldn't. My wide eyes met Mason's in my panic. He suddenly grabbed my phone and put it up to his ear. I hurriedly tried to snatch it from his grasp, but he was too fast and swatted my hands away as he sat up on top of me. He took a deep breath, making his muscles ripple, and put his other hand on my bare chest.
"Mr. Brock, my name is Mason."
I stopped actions at trying to get my phone, and threw my hands up in exasperation. Of course he had to start talking. If only he could wait till we did this in person tomorrow.
I couldn't hear what my father said, but Mason suddenly gave me a wide smile. "Yes sir." He gave a chuckle and I heard my father talking and then stop. "I will. See you tomorrow."
He pushed the end button and put it on the beside table. He put both both of his hands on my chest and his smile got wider.
"Mason, what the h-"
I was interrupted by lips smashing against mine. His tongue roughly slid into my mouth and I moaned. I sat up, bringing him with me since he was straddling me still, and wrapped up arms around his waist and bringing him as close as he could be. His hands wound themselves into my hair and tugged. We both separated with a gasp and tried to catch our breath. He leaned his forehead on mine and gave me a sly smirk.
"What?" I said, confused.
He giggled, making my breath catch at how happy he sounded. I always had a fear that I wouldn't be able to make the person that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, happy. "He said that you've never brought someone home before and I'm going to be the first one."
How could he not think that? Ever since I first saw him, he was absolutely perfect. It was at freshman orientation and I was cocky as ever. Walking into the auditorium with a dress shirt, dress pants, and dress shoes, girls flocked all around me. They were quite literally attached to me. Now don't get me wrong, I liked girls, but I never had sex with ones that tried too hard. But it wasn't that, being with those girls, just didn't feel right. You would think that hot, older college girls would turn me on, but like I said, it didn't feel right.
And I found out why.
Once I walked into the room, not only did girls attach themselves to me, but I automatically felt a burning stare on me. You know when you can feel someone watching you, but you don't know where? That was exactly it. I could feel it the whole time I was there, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn't even concentrate on the speaker that was talking about being a freshman in college. Like I cared.
It wasn't until everyone started to leave that I finally found who was staring at me. I stayed sitting in my seat alone, since the girls left in a huff when they figured out I wasn't interested, as everyone filed out. He was sitting on stage, playing on his phone with a frown on his face. His dark purple hair fell into his eyes and he swatted it away and focused his attention back on the game. I could feel a foreign smile make its way to my face as I watched him.
My eyes had a mind of its own as I practicality eye raped him. He had on a loose long sleeved black and white striped shirt and black skinny jeans with big rips in the knees. His black high top converse completed the look. I've never been one to be attracted to a guy with jewelry on, but quite frankly, I never found my type in men. But he's my type, only him. His small gages gave him a edgy look, but the rings arranged on his fingers made him more hot than he was.
The man had sighed and put his phone on the stage to look up and made eye contact with me. A beautiful blush colored his face and I grinned. The boyish features made him look innocent. He not only made me want to rush over and get on my knees and see how far that blush could go, but he made me want to giggle like a school girl. He made me want things that I shouldn't. I knew I would never deserve hin.
And I still don't.
"Because my love," I said, coming back to earth, "you are. You mean so much to me. You bring me happiness that even my sister cannot bring. You have no idea what it's like to go through endless bodies and not have a single feeling besides arousal. It's disgusted and moronic. But with you, you make me laugh and bring an actual smile to my face besides me having to force one on. You can ask Miya, Ace, and Harriet, I've never once gave them a genuine smile. But since I've met you, I've got all these emotions in me that I've never expressed before. I want that feeling forever, I want you forever. You're my life. You make me feel like I'm flying when I'm around you. God, I can barely even breathe right when I'm with you. You not only make my heart race and almost pound of my chest, but you make me feel."
Tears came to both our eyes when I finished. The tears flowed down his cheeks and I wiped them away with my thumbs. He placed a sloppy kiss on my lips and sniffed.
"I love you." He whispered.
I smiled, looking at him through my tears. "I love you more." I whispered back.
He kissed me once more, but as soon as Mason started to grind on me, there was knock at the door. Mason groaned from above me, not helping my situation, but removed himself from my lap and awkwardly walked out of the bedroom and to my front door since he had a major hard on. I chucked to myself and laid on my back with my arm over my eyes.
I heard the door being opened and became confused when I heard whispers. I removed my arm from my face and sat up on my elbows while looking at my doorway.
"Alex! Miya is here to talk to you!"