"we're... gonna... fall..." you said through his heated kiss, letting him guide you backwards onto the couch. he stopped, grabbing your face with delicacy while his kiss spoke other things. his tongue slowly invading yours, small licks that had your knees week immedietly.

"you're so fucking beautful, i want you," he murmured, this time his lips caputing your bottom lip. you pulled him closer, feeling his growing bulge right in the middle of your tummy. "now?" you asked with a giggle.

"now," he stated nodded, picking you up and guiding your bodies onto your couch. your luggage and purse were long forgotten by the door. they could wait to be unpacked. all arch seemed to carer about was showing you just how much he missed you.

"i've missed you so much, a month has been hell without, i never wanna be that apart from you again," he confesses, helping you remove the baggy old texas shirt you had on, your own hands undoing the string of his sweatpants.

"i missed you too, arch. all of you," he settled right between your legs, his skin soft and warm from wearing a hoodie. his hand raked your side, all the way down to your thigh, where he gave it a firm squeeze.

"all of me? god, you have no idea what you do to me, what you make me feel," he said through another deep kiss, teeth and tongue clashing together. he could taste that sweet flavor he was addicted to, his boxers growing tighter with just kissing.

your hand pulled the hair on the nape of his neck, then flowly guided it down to palm his manhood, swallowing his deep, groggy groan. your touch felt feather-like, squeezing the right amount, not pulling or fastening the pace, enough to send shivers down his spine.

"can't believe you left me a month alone," arch said again, sucking and then biting a small spot on your neck, hearing your faint moan, softly kissing the area before feeling his fingers reach down to remove your shorts.

he reaches over your waistband, two of his fingers circling the most sensitive part of your core, leaving you hastily breathing. "so fucking wet, and all for me isn't that right?" he asked, kissing your brow, watching your face flutter in pure desire.

"yes, just you..."

"none of those spanish boys tried to hit on you, right?" you could sense the jealousy spill from his lips. he was a quiet one. sometimes you didn't know what was running through his head, forcing him to say it out loud. as of now, you'd say what he needed to hear.

"a couple, but i showed them you, and this," his eyes fell on the dangly charm on your neck, his initial lying just below your neck. "that's right baby," his fingers slowly pushed into your coated entrance, your walls fluttering at the intrusion.

two could play at one. your hand moved inside his boxers, feeling the trimmed hairs as your hand barely wraps around his length, giving him a firm tug up and down. arch lets out a quiet curse, your name falling like a devotion.

"i can feel how fucking tight you are... making me feel so good pretty girl," he flirts, trying to reach for your lips once again. his fingers curled in and out, his palm hitting over your clit, making the sensation even better.

you started to meet his pace, jerking him off just the way he liked. arch hated that he was still wearing his boxers, which prevented the full euphoric feeling, yet that was less of his worry with the way you were making him feel.

"fuck arch, keep doing just that," you whined, brows pulled in as your legs parted more, moving your own underwear to the side so he has better access. you kissed his stubbled jaw, looking at his state of pure lust, knowing this was just the start of the night.

"wanna spend the rest of my life with you... and i will..."

"i'm not either but i think its the best option if we simply stop-"

"it's not, and you know that. i've known you since we were kids. this isn't like you. you're not the one to simply leave because something is bothering you. tell me what you feel," he grabs your face gently, making you look at him with pure sadness.

"i feel confused! you're right, this isn't like me and it's your fault!" you screamed, your insides churning, not knowing exactly how to handle this sudden pressure or feelings regarding to him.

he was supposed to be your best friend, so why did your heart desire for more? see him as more than what he should originally be? have your chest caving with butterflies anytime his eyes fell on you?

"my fault? why is it my fault?" he asked drastically, his own heart churning at this state of you. it had been weeks of trying to wrap his head around your random distance. he didn't like it one bit because there was a way out of it.

"because i love you arch! not in a friendly manner, or of how we've treated each other all these years. i love you differently. i love you more than a friend, and it hurts me because i shouldn't!"

his face looks stunned, not expecting your words out of the blue. he needed to say something before it was too late. he needed to say it back before you could think otherwise. he was tired of feeling the distance, not bearing the idea of you not at his side.

neither of you were used to the idea of being far apart. you were attached from the hip. you were with each other 24/7. if you weren't, it was constant texts and calls. there was one way out of this, and he was determined for it to fall that way.

"look at me," arch states, brushing away a small tear that fell. he knew you were scared. absolutely mortified with the idea of losing him. "just tell me you don't and we'll move on," you say sadly.

"i can't do that..." he shook his head.

"why not? it's easier that way."

"it's not because i love you too. more thna you can imagine. i can't walk away from here knowing i feel the same way. i can't continue this distance because it hurts me too," arch expressed.

this time your eyes widened, a tiny gasp falling from your parted lips, "what?"

"please sweetheart, you need to be quiet for me, can you do that?" arch whispered as his length slowly pushed into you, a small whimper falling from your lips. his bed creaked as he pushed out and dove back in with an unhurried thrust.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," arch stammered as you, shifting to lay some of his weight on you. he watches your eyes flutter closed, biting the inside of your bottom lip to remain silent.

it was risky. so risky. and as dangerous it felt, you loved it. it had been way too long, according to arch's words. so after spending the whole day out, all he wanted was to spend the night with you.

"oh shit, shit," you stuttered a little louder than what you expected, arch's lips shushing whatever dared to come out next. his kiss was soft and gentle, despite his now quickened pace.

"be quiet, sweetheart. i-i know it f-feels g-good b-but we don't want anyone to r-ruin this right? walk in on u-us?" you shook your head, your hands wrapping around his bicep, nails digging deep. it would be an embarrassment had anyone walked in on what you were both currently doing.

"it just feels so good, arch," you let out, head now thrown back, arch taking advantage and placing wet kisses over any inch of skin he had access to.

it was taking everything out of you to not collapse right then and there. your boyfriend let out a particularly loud groan, which had your eyes widening in fear, closing the gap with another hurried kiss. not wanting anyone to ruin this moment.

he rested his forehead rested along yours, his cheeks blushed due to the sun expose, eyes still clear and blue more than ever. "please don't stop, it feels-"

“god baby, you’re taking it so well,” he was starting to get loud, and it wasn’t unusual for arch to be noisy but as of now, he also needed to watch it.

you could tell he was enjoying this too well, that he could never have enough when it came to you. arch pulled out of you, his eyes looking down at you sprawled out, then sunk deep, your eyes shut as a moan falls from your lips.

the way he felt. the way he moved. the way he was making you feel was a complete mess. “arch,” you cried out, feeling a familiar knot forming in your tummy, coming undone.

"please, sweetheart, please, we need to be quiet," arch warned, his cock brushing in and out, a new layer of wetness gliding over his length, "you don't want me to stop, right?"

"n-no, please n-no!"

"he could've but look, he would've been offside regardless, not just that, but that centerback was waiting and already on it to kick to the sideline," you said, noticing how the room got darker by the second.

"it's been raining all day," you remarked, listening to how the drops fell against the window near an 8x10 photo of you and arch at a wedding. "i love it but hate. i love it because practice is canceled and i'm with you. hate it because it makes it feel gloomy and sad," arch laughed.

"did you put out your watering cans for the plants?" he asked, feeling you nod. "i did early in the morning. i also used a couple of small buckets for the backyard ones too," you said.

you and arch suddenly went quiet, the commenter rambling fast as the opposing team had the ball and was now just outside the box, dribbling, but then retreated and passed it to his teammate, who was now in the box, making a quick stride before the defender kicked it, sending it to a corner kick.

"this should be good. both teams are currently tied on the table. whoever wins this match will place first," you said, watching as the ball was kicked over and went just wide, now in the goalkeeper's favor.

"depends on the ref too. he's known for being biased and unethical... i just know someone will soon get an unnecessary yellow just because," arch said, and truth be told, because in the next minute after a minor baby foul, a player received a yellow, the whole team scrabbling to argue and dispute it.

"what did i say?" arch shook his head, chuckling, watching the player's face morph into disbelief, running off to start the game again. "that was bullshit, it was barely any contact, not extreme for a yellow?" you argued.

"i'm so glad american football isn't as harsh when it comes to rules, it would make it so difficult to endure 3 hours of it," you stated, tracing the veins that marked along arch's forearm.

"its a mix of both, honestly. i can admit all sports can get boring from time to time," arch says, looking out to see the grass in a puddled mess. "and everyone starts to lose it when no one scores, just like you right now. and this isn't even your team," arch joked.

"but it's yours, so i have to hate-watch," you fired back, kissing his jaw. "just admit and become a fan of mine, we'll accept you,' he said, seeing a look of disgust forming on your face.

"never in a million years would i support such a team... that would be a generation broken after it was built years ago! i love you, but this is one thing i stick true to myself," you explained.