Chapter Seventeen
Wraith
This morning went better than I thought it would have.
I honestly thought Grey Eyes would shit his pants in the presence of my father, but he held his ground and meshed with my family which did something to me internally.
That feeling increases when we got on my bike and he wrapped his arms around my waist, my backpack full of stuff on his back.
We’re currently on our way to that spot I dreamed about slash forgot about.
I turn a corner as we climb a somewhat steep hill.
Grey Eyes squeezes me and I smirk behind my helmet.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” he asks.
“Doing what on purpose, Grey Eyes?” I counter.
“You’re going over ninety miles per hour and turning sharp corners, making me feel like I’m about to fall off the bike!” he shouts over the loud motor and the rushing wind.
I chuckle and he does his best to punch my stomach which just makes me laugh.
“You are doing it on purpose!” he says, sounding a bit annoyed but I can hear the smile on his face.
His hand slides up my torso and he finds my pecs. I falter when his fingers latch onto my nipple and he twists it.
“Hey, don’t start something you can’t finish.” I state, steadying the bike.
He mocks me so balancing the bike in one hand I use my other hand to grab his hand and shove it in my pants. His hand instantly wraps around my penis in my boxers. I groan at the heat from his skin.
“Behave.” I say.
He pulls his hand out of my pants and returns it back to my waist. I look in the rearview mirror and groan.
On our way up here I noticed a car following us.
I thought they were just following the traffic at first, but now we’re on a back road with very few vehicles passing by.
I’m uneasy about the situation and I don’t want to alert Grey Eyes, but I also don’t want to jump to false conclusions.
“What?” Grey Eyes asks, looking behind us.
“Nothing.” I quickly respond.
“Why did you groan?” he asks. “Oh... did you want me to jerk you off?”
His hand goes to my pants and to my surprise my member down there doesn’t budge. I grab his hand to stop him from entering my pants.
“No, I’m fine, hold on to me tight and don’t let go.”
He does as I say and I begin to zoom off, going over one hundred and thirty miles an hour.
“Fuck, I’m going to kill you Wraith!” Grey Eyes shouts, squeezing me with all his might.
“Kill me in bed.” I smirk.
He just hums in response. The closer we get to the spot the slower I drive. I turn a corner, normally this time, and park.
“You alright?” I ask, getting off the bike.
“Yeah.” He says.
I lost the car a couple miles back and they didn’t show any effort of trying to keep up, so I think we’re in the clear. I look behind us before taking my helmet and biker gloves off.
“You?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
He takes his helmet off and shakes his hair out.
Reaching for him I take the leather vest I made him wear for protection.
It’s mine and when I wear it I boil in it so I know he must be dying in it too, especially in this Arizona weather, even though we only have a couple days until the start of Fall.
“Good.”
He then charges toward me, taking me by surprise, and knocks me down to the ground. He straddles me and begins to playfully punch my chest, stomach, anywhere exposable to him. I laugh before catching his hands and flipping us. I plank over him effortlessly, my necklace dangling over him.
“Asshole.” He mutters with a smile.
“Oh, I’m an asshole?” I ask.
“Yeah, you are.”
I look into his eyes and I notice that the greyness in them becomes darker, dressed in desire, lust.
“So why is there a look of lust in your pretty eyes Grey Eyes?” I taunt.
He grunts in response before hooking his finger through the chain on my neck and using it to pull me closer to him.
He lifts his head to kiss me. I kiss him back, my tongue sliding over his lips asking for permission to enter.
He allows me which makes me moan as soon as my tongue makes contact with his.
We kiss for a little while before I pull back and stand up.
“Come on, let’s go.” I say, holding my hand out for him to take.
He takes it and I help him up. I take the backpack off his back and put it on my own back before we start our hike to the place.
“How much hiking do we have to do?” he asks.
“Not much.” I respond.
“Well at least we have trees to cover us from the harsh, hot, sun.” he says.
I smile at the truthfulness in that statement.
It’s about a five-to-ten-minute hike from where I parked the bike to the destination.
There’s a beautiful stream with different types of freshwater fish swimming about inside it, butterflies, dragonflies, and other insects soar in the wind, and I spot the perfect spot to set up the picnic for Grey Eyes and I.
“Woah...” Grey Eyes said, his eyes wide. “This place looks straight out of a fairytale.”
I snort as I reach for his hand. He takes my hand and I take him to the spot I want to settle down at. Sitting the bag down I open it and pull the sheet out.
“Why did you bring me here?” he asks as he helps me spread the grey sheet with the clubs logo printed on it.
I shrug, “I just wanted to spend my Saturday here with you, is that so bad?”
“And why me?” he asks. “What about me has you so infatuated with me?”
The way he says ‘infatuated’ has me smiling.
“My sister exaggerates things.” I say.
“Although that may be true, I’m not sure because I don’t know her too well, but she has a point.” He says. “Don’t think I don’t be seeing you watching me at school, specifically in math class.”
I grab him by one of his belt loops and pull the front of his body flush to my front.
I lower my head to where my lips hover over his.
Truth be told I’m not infatuated with him, I’m far past that.
I’m ardent with him but I don’t dare tell him that.
.. at least not right now, we’ll see what the future holds.
Fingers crossed I have a future with him because my future existing without him in it isn’t a future worth living.
I’d burn the damn universe for him if it meant that he’d be in my life, safe, and happy with me.
“So you’re saying I’m not allowed to admire beautiful things?” I ask.
He swallows and pushes at my chest as an attempt to push himself out of my grasp. The attempt is cute at most but my grasp on him doesn’t falter. He looks away from me and I hook my finger underneath his chin and make him look back at me.
“Answer the question Grey Eyes.” I whisper onto his lips.
“I... I didn’t say that.” He says. “Beautiful things are meant to be admired but—”
“So let me admire you.”
I then let him go with a smile and lay on the sheet. He still stands, looking at me. Patting the extra space on the fabric I say,
“Come lie with me.”
Taking a deep breath he lies next to me and we gaze up into the blue sky as the relaxing sound of the burbling water slowly flowing down the rocks dance in our ears. It’s silent for a while before he asks,
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything.” I reply.
He’s silent in response so I look at him to find him staring at the tattoos on my arms.
“Why do you have so many tattoos on your body?” he asks.
I lift my arm and look at the art decorating my body part.
“Would you like to see them in detail?” I ask.
As if absent mindedly his fingers brushes against my arm, his fingertips whispering across my skin, tracing the art. It sets my skin on fire and it’s a burn I wish to feel for eternity.
“Yes.” He whispers.
Smiling I sit up and pull my shirt over my head. His eyes assess my tattoos slowly, taking everything in.
“They’re gorgeous on your skin.” He mutters.
I chuckle. “Glad you think so.”
His fingers land on my brothers name on my chest, over my heart specifically and I inhale sharply as memories of my brother come to mind.
“Who is this?” he asks. “Nae-hyun”
“My brother.” I reply.
His eyes flick to mine.
“Brother?” he asks.
I nod.
“But—”
“He’s not related to Frani or Guildford, he’s related to my biological parents.” I state. “Not that they cared about him much.”
He’s silent as he listens and I just continue.
“He died when he was a newborn due to our parents not feeding him... or me really.” I add.
“I did try my best to keep us both fed but it obviously wasn’t enough and he died.
.. sometimes when I’m alone I wonder what it’d be like to have him by my side, alive, living life with me but then I smile at the thought of him in paradise in the afterlife and I be so damn happy for him. ”
“I’m so sorry.” He says.
I shake my head.
“Please don’t pity me... if anything it’s made me stronger which is why I got the burning rose on my side.” I state.
I twist so he can see the tattoo I’m talking about. His eyes trail down my torso and he examines the tat.
“Beautiful.” He mutters. “I’m assuming the dark angel symbol on your back is the symbol of the club.”
I nod. “Yep.”
“I could sit here and ask you about your tattoos all day.” He says. “Like this one.”
He points to one of the tattoos on my pecs. A tattoo that simply says, ‘Art’.
I laugh.
“Of all the tattoos on my body you gravitated to this one?” I say with laughter in my tone.
“Shut up!” he playfully pushes me down.
I fall down on my own accord and bring him with me. He falls on top of me, nearly kissing me. We stare into each other’s souls for a moment before he clears his throat and throws my shirt back at me.
“I got the art tattoo to spite those who hate the people who have and or get tattoos. Tattoos are just permanent art for the body, used to express oneself without using words verbally or not at all, if that makes sense.” I explain.
“A kind ‘fuck you’ to the tattoo haters, not to be confused with people who just genuinely don’t like tattoos because that’s understandable. ”
“Hm.” He hums.
“I noticed when we were fucking that you don’t have any tattoos.” I state. “Why?”