dentist ? luke hemmings [updating & editing]

chapter twenty three: "exposed wires"

Loud, drawn-out moans, contemporaneous with little squeaky sounds, emitted due to the friction between bare, human skin and leather subdued the rhythm from the speaker stationed aside.

We shouldn't be doing this, he thought.

"We should stop," I scoffed.

Which didn't happen, for the next ten minutes, or so.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in lo—"

"Enough, Elvis! For the millionth fucking time—" I trailed off, slowly bringing myself to sit upright, after having clicked the music player shut, in a not-so ladylike manner, making the deep baritone of the legendary artist meet an abrupt end.

My voice was still shaky from the unexpected series of tiresome, yet pleasuring events, and I had to draw in a lengthy breath in order to speak further. "If we ever do this again, we can't have the same song on repeat again, and again. Even if it's Elvis Presley."

"Frankly, I was a bit preoccupied. I wasn't really paying attention to what was playi..." Luke had to pause abruptly, in only to let out a groan, when despite of all the tugging, his boxers refused to flit back up in the first, second, or even the third attempt. "Ah, fu— Oh, there it goes," the dentist chuckled, after having successfully yanked the piece of clothing right up to his lower abdomen.

I exhaled deeply, after having witnessed the act, and eventually decided not to comment on it.

"I know this goes without saying, but we shouldn't have done it," I said, beginning to cover my own exposed body with the clothes that were scattered all over the floor. He was here to keep an eye on me, for God's sake.

"Well, we haven't ended things officially, so I don't really see what's wrong," he answered promptly, whilst putting on the rest of his clothes.

I didn't answer, simply because I didn't know what to say. When we weren't shagging or making out, like we did in the past thirty minutes, it was extremely awkward to be in the same room, with him. There was absolute silence for at least, a couple minutes, the only things audible in the background being the soft rusting sounds of clothes, as they grazed bare skin.

"Blue." Luke broke the ice, once he was fully dressed, and seated on one corner of the same settee. "I owe you an apology. And an explanation."

I scoffed. "You think?"

Luke deadpanned, in response, and spoke in an indifferent tone. "I do. We— I have left the edges of our relationship open, like exposed wires, and I think it's about time, we discuss about it, before either, or both of us get ourselves electrocuted." He stretched his lips to a thin line, exhaling sharply. "We need to figure out what's best.. Either tape them back together, or just cut off the power source, once and for all."

"That's an incredibly dramatic, allegorical, and exaggerated description of what's happening here, but okay," I answered, brows raised in amusement. "Someone has been reading a little, too many fan fictions on Tumblr, lately."

"抖阴社区, actually, but I suppose it's all the same." He answered, to my surprise — wearing a poker face, without even the slightest hint of an expression.

"Yeah? Well, I think I saw you practise saying this, to me. Did it go like you had planned it in your head, or am I ruining the party?" And of course, it had to be me, out of the two, who wasn't somehow ready to confront the matter head-on, just yet. So, I eventually had to seek my own version of one of Marla Singer's quotes from Fight Club.