CYOA Page 89
Sep. 13th, 2013 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lumy12"Joel..." you pester quietly. "Hey. Don't go to sleep yet."
"Mmff."
You wriggle enough to shake him; your goal is to make it impossible for him to ignore you. "I'm not tired," you say pointedly. Not that it worked last time...
He shifts a little, and you take advantage of the movement to slide down a bit. There... better alignment achieved. You hitch your leg over his hip, nudging his arm up. You kiss his face in random places, working your way to his lips. "Why not?" Joel murmurs... and you think he might be teasing you. Like he already knows.
"I'm just not," is your non-answer. You kiss him with slightly parted lips.
"You're... persistent, is what you are." His hand strays to your upper thigh.
"Mmm... Joel... I want you..." You pause here a moment; you've found that he usually responds favorably to those three words on their own. But you continue-- "...to, um... well..."
He deepens the kiss... deepens your desire for... release. Yes, that's what he called it. It's perfectly enjoyable, but... he interrupted you... your request... well, it's not like he doesn't KNOW... if he didn't before, he does now! ...but he's not taking it further... do I have to ask again? But this time like... be more--
As if on cue, Joel breaks the kiss and whispers, "What is it you want me to do?"
You stifle a giggle. "You know. You're just messing with me."
"I don't. I have no idea."
"I don't believe you," you tell him before initiating another steamy kiss. You hitch his shirt up and slip your hand up there... you're being good, not touching anywhere that makes him uncomfortable (he's cool with the upper half).
His hands are roaming, too... you suck in your breath when he gets to a ticklish spot on your side, but his touch there is firm enough not to tickle. Joel chuckles. "You're cute. You want me to... tickle you?"
"No!" you shriek, and your hand shoots out from beneath his shirt to grasp his wrist -- so fast that it makes Joel laugh.
"Damn. I didn't even do nothin'."
"But you're evil!"
"Evil? That's a bit harsh, don'tcha think?" He nuzzles your neck.
"Mmm... no, cuz... you're being kind of mean right now."
"How so?" He nips lightly (he won't ever give you an actual hickey -- nope, can't leave any evidence of this sinful relationship!).
"Cuz you know what I want. And you're playing dumb. And not giving it to me."
Now he's kissing and sucking and being... generally shiver-inducing. "You don't like this?"
"Uhhhh... yeah, but... no..."
"No?" He pulls back a little. "My apologies. I thought you--"
"Noooooo, don't stop!" you giggle. You close the gap immediately, tugging his face to yours.
He kisses you again and you waste no time in slipping your tongue between his lips. He's being playful, which you love -- and which is a hundred times better than pretending to be asleep. He holds you close and scoots both of you up on the bed, probably enough that his legs are no longer hanging off the edge.
You're pressing your crotch against his, like... hard. ...and you know it's making him hard. Hee hee! That and the kissing... oooo his hand is getting closer... maybe he'll put you out of this sweet misery soon.
But he chuckles again. "What's this..."
"What's what?"
"Your pants. Somehow... it seems they've come undone."
Yeah, that was one of the first things you did. Unzipped and everything. "Gee. Wonder how that happened."
"I better help you..." His hand grazes your underwear.
Yes!!!
"...fix that..."
What?
His fingers are fumbling around your zipper. You enjoy the additional teasing, and you don't think he's going to have much luck with the zipper, given how determined you are to keep the two pieces of track separated. "I don't need that kind of help," you say pointedly.
He ignores this. "Mm... I think it's stuck..."
"Oh well!" You kind of wish you could take your pants off, but you never took your shoes off, further complicating the process and possibly giving Joel's brain a chance to catch up to what's going on with your bodies, which is never a good thing. Joel would protest it anyway -- because you're Outside and generally not allowed to sleep with no pants on -- and because... he just would.
His hand roams upward... not a bad thing, if he's going to grope your boobs, but you were hoping it would just... slip in there... I made it so easy for him and everything!
"Jooeelll," you whine.
"What's wrong?" he asks innocently.
"Quit being a dick!"
You can't see it, but you can totally imagine the smirk on his face right now. "How am I bein' a dick? I'm tryin' to be nice." And trying to distract you with more kisses... that hand roving over your chest...
"You're a fucking liar -- you know what I want." One good thing about Joel feigning cluelessness: you know he's eventually going to give in. If he really just wanted to go to sleep, he would've stopped all this right when it started. ...At least, you think he would have. You've never actually asked him for this before -- not directly.
"How can I know that when you won't tell me?" His hand slips beneath your shirt.
"Pff. You're a smart guy. I think you can figure it out."
"I thought I told you before... guys ain't smart. We're pretty dumb, in fact."
"Yeah, and I'm starting to believe you," you say mock-crossly. "I think you're starting to get the idea... a little..." He's fondling your left breast through your bra, his thumb latching there, close to your nipple... You take a moment to reach back and unhook your bra for him; you love him playing with it, but you feel like it's gotten a bit more stretched out recently, and you blame Joel (only in secret, because you don't want to discourage him from such activities).
He keeps kissing, fondling, caressing... It's nice. You love it. But it's like... all foreplay with no payoff. Which Joel seems to be perfectly happy with, as he won't let you stroke him. A horrifying thought hits you: what if he thinks you're perfectly happy with it, just because he is? A thought that seems to be reinforced when he rolls onto his back with a "Good night, baby girl" -- or is that part of his 'innocent' act?
"What do you mean, good night?!" You're nestled in the crook of his arm, and your leg is still hitched over him, but it's closer to his stomach than his groin...
"Oh... you're right, I should go take my guard shift now."
"Shut up -- I don't care about that anymore!"
"No?"
"No! Are you trying to make me hate you or something?"
"No. Why, am I in danger of that?"
"Yes. Totally."
He pats your leg. "If only I knew what you wanted..."
"You fucking know! Uuuuggghhhh!"
"Calm down. If I knew, we wouldn't have this problem."
Wait... is he serious? You wish you could see his face. "It's obvious, Joel."
"I told you -- guys are stupid."
"You're not. ...usually. About this."
"About what?"
Aaarrrggghhhh!
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Carlos
Date: 2021-06-13 05:18 am (UTC)Re: Carlos
Date: 2021-06-13 02:31 pm (UTC)But if they end too fast you say they end too fast, so... enjoy? lol
RE: Re: Carlos
Date: 2021-06-14 04:05 am (UTC)Re: Re: Carlos
Date: 2021-06-14 01:20 pm (UTC)