Chapter 63 - Big Reveal.

Ford. 

I feel his lips on mine the minute I open my eyes in the morning. We woke up around five in the morning and went back to bed. Now it is 8 o clock in the morning, and we have school. I have basketball practise after school, so I wouldn't even be able to spend time with him. 

''Good morning,' he breathes into my mouth. 

I smile as I deepen the kiss, wanting to be completely devoured by him. He giggles into my mouth as I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. His mouth tastes minty, like toothpaste. ''Did you brush your teeth?'' I ask him. 

He pulls away from me slowly with a nod ''I had like really bad breath. Didn't want that to be torture for you.''

I smile, ''I don't mind.''

He rolls his eyes and sits up on the bed, the covers fall off him and I see him in all his glory. His lean body rests against my headboard ''What if we skip today,'' he faces me with a gleam in his eyes. 

''Like school?'' 

He nods ''Yeah, its already eight. We are pretty much late. So why not just skip?'' 

I really want to take him up on his offer. I want to spend the whole day with him and not care about anything but I cant miss basketball practice. Father is involved. He will be upset with me if he finds out and oh he will find out. 

''I have practice,'' I inform him. 

He sighs ''It's just one day.''

''I know… there's an important game on Friday.''

''So? You must be a hotshot. Missing one game doesn't make a difference,'' he shifts closer to me until I am in his arms. ''Come on baby. Let's be rebels for once in our lives.'' 

I don't tell him that the fact that we are in this secret relationship is us rebelling against our parents. I don't want to remind him of the tattoo that he seems to have forgotten, even though that is all I want to look at. I want to see what he put on my wrist. I want to know what I mean to him, at that tattoo will represent it. 

''Say yes...''

I groan, I really want to say yes. I really want to spend the day with him. I have to meet him halfway ''Okay, how about this… we spend the day together, but I go for practice in the evening?'' 

''Can I come with?'' he questions. 

At this point, he is asking for too much, but I want to give it to him. I wish I could give him everything he deserves ''I'll bring Jack along, so it doesn't look weird…what do you say?'' 

It's not a closed practice, so I don't think it'll be a big deal if he tags along. ''Sure,'' I agree.

He jumps up from the bed and walks over to the bathroom door ''Can I have a shower in your bathroom? Mine's too far.''

I nod as he walks into the bathroom. I rest my back on the headboard of the bed with my eyes closed, feeling content with everything. I am in a peaceful place in my life. Maybe things are taking a turn for the better for me. 

''Oh my God,'' I hear his scream from the bathroom. 

I run into the bathroom and he is in front of the mirror, completely naked. His eyes are fixed to his wrist. The part where we got the tattoos. The bandage is off, and he has shock written all over his face. Okay, guess he looked at it without me. 

''I forgot we got these. Shit, have you seen yours? You are going to hate me,'' he cries looking at me in complete bewilderment. 

I walk over to him and sure enough, his looks exactly how I wanted it to. I don't think I will hate him if I don't like mine—I might be disappointed, but I won't hate him. 

''What were you thinking?'' he asks but there is a smile on his face. 

He likes it. 

''I was thinking, when we first met, you thought I stole someone's underwear. So why not remind you of the day we first met by putting permanent ink on your body of the name you first called me.'' 

He called me boxers' thief, now he will never forget. 

''You are crazy… I can't believe this,'' he says still staring at the tattoo.

''Do you hate it?'' 

He shakes his head ''I love it. it makes me smile.''

That was what I was going for. something to take away the pain. I don't want him to think of me and attach misery. There should always be a smile on his face when he thinks of me. 

''You've not seen yours.''

I nod.

''Aren't you curious?''

I nod again because I have been curious since the needles pierced my skin but I wanted to see it when he was awake and I wanted to hear his reason for whatever he put on me. this is the beginning of our forever. This tattoo will represent and mark our relationship. 

''Well what are you waiting for,'' he exclaims as he reaches for my wrist. 

Slowly he takes off the bandage and I watch him as it stings slightly. I am nervous because I am not good with surprises, but I am also excited. The bandage falls to the floor and I stare at the ink. My heart racing against my chest. I have no words. No words to describe how I feel at this moment. 

''Well?'' he urges as he watches me. 

I remain quiet because I need to digest this. all my emotions are on overdrive. How do I describe what I am staring at? There is a horizontal line on my wrist, almost looks like a slit. What should look like blood pouring out of the gash is something else. It is sparkly and all the rainbow colours. it almost looks like a pride flag. Is that what he was going for? the pride colours?

''You hate it,'' he concludes. 

My eyes remained fixated on the ink. I can't think, I can't breathe at this moment. Not because I hate it but because I am overwhelmed by it. how can he understand me so well? 

''I am sorry, fuck I thought you would like it. I really wanted to do something that you can relate to,'' he starts to spiral. I need to get him back on track. 

''I don't hate it,'' I manage. 

He releases a sigh of relief ''But you don't like it?'' 

I look away from the tattoo for a second and to his eyes, he is scared. There is regret in them. I don't want him to regret what we did last night because I don't regret it. 

''How can you know me so well? It's like you look at me and you see everything.'' 

He smiles ''I see you, Ford. I see all that you can be, the fact that you hide who you are from everyone doesn't mean I can't see it.'' 

My legs move on their own accord until I am in lifting him off his feet and placing him on the sink. ''Shit, that is cold,'' he whines, I remember that he is butt naked. 

''I want to fuck you right now.'' 

He opens his eyes wide from my words. I know I am being crass, but I need to put all these emotions to play. I need to feel him against me. I want him to quiver and moan. I want him to be a mess. 

He places his arms around my neck, already shaking. No words leave his lips and I take that as my consent. There is too much that I need to vent out and I will right now with him. I reach for the cabinet above his head and bring out a packet of condom and lube from it. 

''You keep condoms in your bathroom?'' he smiles with a raised brow. 

My eyes are dark, my dick is hard. I want him so badly and I fear I will not be able to control myself today. I reach for the shirt and pull it off my head in an instant. Lance watches me, with excitement in his eyes. He likes this part of me. he likes when I take control. I plan on taking control of his body. 

He helps me with my boxers and now we are both naked. I go on my knees and he watches me as I take him in my mouth, all at once. A moan escapes his lips as he grabs my hair in between his fingers. Clutching, pushing me deeper as I taste him. 

''Don't stop,'' he pleads with desperation pouring out of him. I keep on sucking and licking until he is a moaning mess above me. I feel him as he stiffens and cums into my mouth. He is out of breath as I get up to my feet and push my mouth into his. I grab the packet of lube and put some on my fingers, and then to his entrance. He is ready for me as I slide a finger into him, circling to get him ready. 

''Fuck, don't stop,'' he begs.

I kiss him again as a sort of distraction as I go deeper into him, now with two fingers. His screams echo through the tiny walls of the bathroom, the moment I wrap the condom around me and push into him with all the energy I can muster. He is tight, so fucking tight. I go faster because I want to feel everything. 

''Oh my God,'' he cries calling my name as I hit the spot I have come to memorise. I grab his leg pulling it up to gain more access into him. 

My lips are on his, our bodies are pressed together as I go even faster. Not wanting this moment to end. 

''I love you, fuck I love you so much,'' I cry in between kisses, overwhelmed by everything that is happening. 

I reach my peak at the same time he does, falling to his chest from the pressure. Lance closes his eyes completely spent. Not long after, he laughs. I peer at him in confusion. 

''We are insane,'' he manages in between his laughter. 

A smile sprawls to my face because he is right. 

We are insane.