Ajax Thomson

Ajax and you have been childhood friends. He was 3 years older than you. But it never bothered either of you. He stood up for you in school and he watched you as a babysitter. And, finally, he took you out to a bar on your 21st birthday. He smiled as he bought you both another round of drinks.

He knew everything about you. Well- mostly everything. He was totally oblivious to your crush on him. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t like you back. You both ended up getting wasted that night. You more so than him. You both were laughing and you were sitting so close to each other, your legs were over his lap. Eventually, you leaned forward to grab another drink and unknowingly sat on his leg. He instinctively held your waist, keeping you close and protected.

One thing led to another and now, you’re pinned against a secluded wall, your legs around his waist. He’s holding you up, kissing you deeply. It was dark and the flashing, neon lights outlined his perfect physique. The light danced in your eyes as he looked down at you. He went back to kissing you, trailing his kisses down to your neck.

“God, you’re perfect... You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this...”