crush imagines (he/him crush)

weekend getaway

The rumbling of the car got louder as we pulled onto the gravel driveway, silent and exhausted. C/N had insisted that we leave right after work/school, trying to maximize our relaxation time. He was putting on a brave face, but I knew he was close to nodding off. 

He put the car into park and sighed. I rubbed his shoulder. "Thanks Bub."

"Anytime" he replied, his voice weary. "Let's grab the bags."

The cabin was chilly, and we made immediate use of the blankets scattered in every room. We popped a Duraflame in the fireplace and took a quick shower together, letting the mirror fog up.

I settled down on the living room couch, holding a copy of Wuthering Heights, my hands thawing by the flames. C/N joined me moments later, pulling on a sweatshirt. He collapsed onto the couch and placed his head in my lap. I put my book aside and stroked his cool cheek. He closed his eyes and yawned. 

"Happy?" I asked. He nodded groggily and rubbed his cheek on my sweatpants like cat, getting comfy. I chuckled. "Go to sleep, C/N."

"If I go to sleep, you can't carry me back to bed. I don't want to sleep alone on the couch."

I brushed the hair off of his forehead and kissed it. "Go to bed. I'll be there when the fire goes out." He whined and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I'll make sure I nudge you. Then we can cuddle." 

He stood reluctantly, leaned down to kiss me on the head, and returned to the bedroom. I sighed and let myself melt into the couch cushions. Finally, after weeks of endless work, we could relax. 

C/N was gone when I woke up the next morning, his side of the bed neatly made, mine looking like the wreckage after a hurricane. I stretched, slid out of bed, and pulled on some socks. 

He was curled on top of the pillows in the bay window, sipping tea and staring out of the window. I spotted my toothbrush on the counter, already wet and topped with a pea-sized portion of toothpaste. I popped it into my mouth. 

"'Morning," I chirped, my words muffled by the toothbrush. C/N looked surprised to see me. I loved when he got totally immersed in his thoughts like that, blocking out the outside world for brief periods of time as he processed life. 

He set his mug down and patted the spot next to him. "You have to see this view up close."

"One sec." I ran over to the sink and washed my brush before returning to his little nook and plopping down next to him.

The window looked out a row of thin pine trees, just barely obscuring a lake in the distance. Daisies framed their roots like dainty bits of lace on a shirt. C/N's E/C eyes scanned the stunning landscape, analytical yet relaxed. Without looking away, he reached under the back of my shirt and gave my back some firm rubs. I rested my head on his shoulder. 

When he finished his tea, I trailed him to the sink and watched him wash it out, admiring his precise hands and deliberate neatness. I passed him a paper towel to dry his hands with and he finally turned his whole body and gaze towards me, giving me his full attention. 

"So."

"So."

"Here we are." He waved his hands around at the windows. 

"Here we are."

"What do you want to do?"

I paused, thinking about it. "Besides move here for good?"

He chuckled. "Besides move here for good. We can't just never leave the AirBnB."

"Why not?" I pouted falsely. He shrugged and his gaze wandered to my lips. 

"I know what I want to do today."

"And what's that?"

"Fuck the living shit out of you."

I raised my eyebrows, taken aback by the sudden horniness. He strolled towards me until our torsos touched, then placed his hands on the sides of my ass. 

"How do you feel about that itinerary, Y/N?"

The sound of my name being spoken in his morning voice sent shivers down my spine. 

"That sounds good," I breathed, and before I knew it, I was being lifted onto the counter. 

A/N: Sorry this one's short, I ran out of steam.

          The more important matter is: I found an old story I wrote some years ago and I'd love to update it and post it here. Anyone interesting in a new romance?