He's kissing me.

 What the hell. 

And I'm kissing him back.

Our lips are pushed together, and I feel warm, which is odd because we're at the top of the Ferris wheel.

The fireworks in the distance feel as though they are in a different reality, maybe it's because the fireworks I'm feeling are greater and more powerful.

It feels like he's devouring me whole, the friction and passion. My lips feel numb from the sheer pressure and technique of his kissing me. He sucks on my bottom lip, making me let out low moans.

Tom with one arm, grabs my waist and pulls me forward. With his other hand in my hair, he was erasing any chance that I could breathe.

"Wait," I somehow break away, gasping for air, "Hold on, phew, ok, we should wait to continue until we're on the ground and in private."

He looks a bit ashamed, "I uh, didn't think of that..."

His face is flushed, he looks away, embarrassed, it's dark, and I can't see him that well, but I can see his eyes, and his expression is perfect, he looks like a blushing bride. Adorable.

His arm is still around my waist, but he has also grabbed my hand. His knee is bouncing up and down in anticipation. I laugh out loud, I think I hear his thoughts, his body is an open book, and I feel selfish, I want to be the only one who can read him. 

"Why are you laughing, did I do something wrong?" He asks me in earnest.

"No, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at your expression, you look adorable, Tom," I explained, grinning.

I swear, he looks like a big tomato in an orange shirt. The ride comes to a halt, and as soon as it's our turn to get off, Tom pulls me gently into a dark alley. His expression was determined to arrive as soon as humanly possible without hurting me.

He pushes me against the brick wall, lips finding mine. 

He bites and licks my lips, begging entrance into my mouth. After a few seconds of the barrage against my will, I give in.

Holy fuck, he's massaging his tongue under mine, making me melt underneath him. His lips are soft and experienced. He sticks his leg between mine. I moan into the shared space between us. He stops kissing me, grinning in the dark. 

His next attack is to pull my sweater down around the neck and latch his lips onto it. My eyes roll back, and my hands grab his broad shoulders.

"Ah- fuck, T-tom, please for fucks sake," I moan.

"I didn't know you'd be this noisy Marcus," Tom mentioned with his tone a rough baritone. He places his hand on my mouth to muffle the noise coming out of it.

While biting my neck, he also decides to slip a thumb between my lips, rubbing it against the roof of my mouth. I continue moaning, but the thumb is now stifling my noise. My hands shoot to his hair, pulling to attempt to signal that he's doing too much, and that I need him to slow down. Unfortunately, he takes this to keep going.

His knee is now softly grinding itself against me. I pull his brown hair harder; my legs are going to give out. 

His second hand slides under my sweater and starts to rub my right nipple, this concoction of sensations leads me to fall on him completely. I'm a mess, my eyes are watering from all the pleasure, I believe that my underwear is drenched, and I'm sucking and moaning from Tom's thumb still circling my palette.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous, Marcus," Tom says in a low, aroused tone, stopping from littering my neck in marks to look down at me in adoration.

All I can manage is a tear rolling down my face and swallowing my moans trying not to embarrass myself further.

He removes his hand from my mouth, to tug at my lips that have been abused by him, they feel swollen.

"They're so pink and pretty," he leans over to my ear to whisper it to me. I shiver in response to the hot air of his breath. 

"Are you sensitive here?" Tom asks, licking the shell of my ear.

My moan is low and desperate, much to the avail of me attempting to be somewhat silent, he's pinching my nipples, since the hand that was tormenting my mouth found its way to my chest. I can't think or function at this point.

He nibbles on my earlobe and licks the lining of my ear, whispering what he wants to do to me. I can't help but shudder in anticipation. 

He moves his hands from my chest to my thighs and lifts me to his waist. I can feel his bulge. From what I can gather, he's rather large.

He lets his hands wander my body, one stroking my thighs, and the other caressing my stomach. Wherever his hands move, butterflies and the overwhelming sensation of desire follow. He gently rubs himself against me. Then he stops abruptly.

I'm whimpering and my lips are quivering. Tom wipes a tear from my cheek, then kisses my forehead.

"We have to go, Marcus, I can feel my phone buzzing," he tells me, looking a bit dejected and disappointed.

I'm let down, but I can barely stand; my legs feel like jello. I'm thankful that I brought my oversized sweater. Tom stays back a bit, cursing.

"Fuck, I think I'm going to need a minute. Could you move out of my vision, please? You're going to make it worse," he tells me. 

Wait- oh. Ah, that. I waited for a bit, and I myself benefited from the five minutes. 

He walks over to me, not making eye contact, "Well, got to get everyone back, let's go," Tom clears his throat.

We walk back to his car in silence.

I check my phone and see all the notifications that Lyle spammed. Fuck.

That's a can of worms for another day Marcus.

When we get there, everyone is there, and I make sure I don't make eye contact with anybody.

We arrive at our dorms and when I'm in bed, I look up, fuck. 

That's Lyle's brother. 

I'm screwed.