Rating: NC-17 for celebrity b/b nudity, oral, anal Setting: this story is set directly after the events of the first novel in the series
Disclaimer: I do not own Leven Thumps, Foo, or any of the stories and characters found in Leven Thumps and the Gateway to Foo. The character of Nathan is a figment of my imagination; he has no connection in reality to the story of Leven and does not appear in the novels or writings of Obert Skye. Further, the following story involves scenes of underage sexual relations between two boys. If you find such material offensive, please just leave it alone. Go exercise your imagination in a less sensual way. Otherwise, enjoy!
**** The Other Boy with Golden Eyes ****
Fourteen-year old Leven Thumps woke with a start. The room around him was dark. He looked around with dazed, sleep-filled eyes. His Sycophant, Clover was visible, sleeping on a pile of cloth in the corner of his grandmother's living room. The fire she had kindled there, when Leven had laid out on the couch a few hours earlier to sleep, was still burning brightly in the fireplace. Winter was nowhere to be seen, no doubt asleep herself in one of the bedrooms down the hall. He assumed Geth was with her, probably sleeping too, if fate would allow him. It was, after all, the middle of the night.
He was tired. And frankly, he deserved to be after all he had been through. Banishing Sabine to whatever blackened abyss he had gone was one thing. But Leven had done far more than that. He had earned this chance to sleep, even if it was in another world or whatever. He was in Foo, the place of dreams. And as you may have read, Leven was tired. Past tense. Now he was so alive with curiosity, he could not help but stroll outside the still-open door of his grandmother's cottage into this new and exciting world.
He was alone and walking through the night. It wasn't cold, but he shivered. He wrapped his skinny, little arms around his chest in an effort to shake off this newness he felt all around him. The whole of Foo seemed alive for his coming. Alive, and completely silent in the night, almost waiting, pondering over this strange boy walking out among the dark. It was a different dark, too, than any Leven had known before. It was not the dark he felt under Sabine's wretched torment, nor was it the dark he felt under the creeping influence of Sabine's shadows. It wasn't even the dark that Leven had felt the night he had discovered Clover under his bed on the porch of his aunt's mobile home.
This kind of dark was totally different. He walked a mile or so away from his grandmother's house before coming to a clearing in the woods. The darkness he felt was closer to light than any darkness he'd ever seen or felt before. It was not dusk, nor was it dawn. It wasn't even grey. It was just the dark that was light. And it was there, in that clearing, that Leven Thumps encountered the other boy with the golden eyes.
It happened like this. Leven entered the clearing, his eyes wandering sleepily around its rim until resting on a pool fed by a spring some ways off in the opposite direction. The water was crystal clear and seemed as alive and thriving as anything else he had come upon in Foo. Leven walked over to the water, suddenly feeling like it was more natural than anything else to want a drink from this pool. He knelt beside at its grassy, moonlit edge and cupped his hands under the water.
They didn't make it to his face...
As he looked down into the pool, while attempting to bring his hands, full of water, to his mouth; he saw a pair of golden eyes. Naturally, he was startled out of his mind. He tried to catch his balance after the shock, but it was too late. For the boundlessly last time in the past few hours, he teetered into the icy cold of water. Luckily this time, he wasn't in danger of death.
They surfaced at the same time, facing one another, Leven and the golden-eyed thing. Leven spit out the water he had swallowed without properly drinking, and shook, sprayed, and strung the wet out of his sopping clothes all in one movement. He rubbed his eyes clear and looked at the creature that startled him. He was immediately incredulous.
It was a boy. He was a bit taller than Leven, with silvery blond hair that put Winter's to shame. His eyes were the color Leven's made when he glimpsed the future, a bright gold. He appeared to be Leven's age, maybe a year older, and with just a tad more developed a frame. His chest was bare. And he wasn't skinny like Leven; he was lightly toned. The water shined off him like moonlight, in perfect droplets like rain against a pale, pink sky. Leven followed a few of the droplets, as the boy in front of him didn't seem to mind his staring, on their course down the boy's torso. The water met his frame near the waist and...uh oh...he was naked. This couldn't be real, he couldn't be real; this had to be something out of a dream. Leven averted his eyes back up to the boy's face. Those golden eyes.
He was smiling at Leven with perfectly white teeth.
"Hi," he said. "You must be Leven Thumps."
"Um...yeah," Leven responded. "Yeah, I am." He held out his hand for the boy to shake.
"Silly boy", the boy said, shaking his head. He strode forward quickly in the water and wrapped his arms around Leven, pulling him into an embrace.
"My name is Nathan," he whispered into the nape of Leven's neck. "Your beauty is as impressive as your coming to Foo to save us."
Leven didn't know what to say. He blushed. The color was still in his cheeks when the Nathan broke the embrace and pulled away.
"Thank you," he said. "But how do you know me? What are you doing here?"
"Everyone knows about you, though maybe not by name, as I do. And as for what I'm doing here, isn't it obvious? I was waiting for you..."
Leven was confused. He was about to ask how Nathan knew he was coming.
"Does it matter how I knew?" Nathan asked.
"I guess not." Leven sat on the grassy edge of the water he had fallen from. His clothing was still soaked. And while he wasn't cold, he was a little uncomfortable. For several reasons. You see, he was a regular boy to most people's account. Physically, the only thing that stood out was the streak of white hair which had earned him the nickname "skunk" at school and the various taunting and thrashings that had accompanied it. He wasn't particularly confident, in fact, he was probably rather under-confident; though if any fourteen-year old boy deserved to be considered so, it was not him. But something that he had never told anyone, something that had rarely surfaced anyway until recent years was a growing affinity for the attentions of other boys. He liked boys, quite a lot. And while it was perfectly natural for him to feel attracted to them, neither he nor the rest of his world considered it completely in the normal realm of things. One thing was certain though; he was attracted to Nathan as instantly as he saw the golden glow of those eyes so alike and so different from his own. After all, Leven's eyes were normally brown; they only glowed gold when he saw the future.
However, Leven didn't need to utilize his gift to see that the boy standing in front of him was naked. And even if he had seen it, in Foo, he wouldn't have considered it very odd.
"One thing I will tell you, Leven, is why I am here."
Thinking nothing of this sort would or could need an explanation, he responded, "I'm all ears."
"I'm here to prepare you for the next leg of your journey." Nathan paused. "It will be dangerous and difficult. You will need all your courage and all your trust in fate. But right now, you need to forget about it until the morning. And I am here to make sure you do that..."
"Okay", Leven said, filled with wonder and assumed understanding. "How are you going to do that?" It was an honest question. And Leven was usually an unassuming sort of person, so he didn't expect the answer he got, though his misapprehension did not stop him from enjoying it either.
Nathan placed his hands around the other boy's waist. He felt fingers grab the corners of his shirt and lift the soaked cotton over his head. Goosebumps pebbled the skin of Leven's bare chest for a moment. His nipples went hard now that they were exposed, mirroring the ones on Nathan's pale chest. The other boy then let his hands fall to Leven's waist, unclasping the belt at his middle and slowly unloosing it from around Leven's hips. His eyes followed Nathan's hands with unceasing focus and excitement. The zipper of his shorts followed, and Nathan slipped the canvas khaki material down Leven's legs. They gathered at Leven's ankles while he removed both Leven's shoes and socks. His lower body was almost free. He felt hands at the waistband of his briefs, so soaked they were already see-through. Leven lifted up to allow the swollen, woven fibers to pass over his bottom, and the hairs of his legs stood on end when Nathan finally completely removed his underwear. The coarse and curly bush of pubic hair at the base of his dick glistened with water droplets. Leven's dick stood proud and unabashed, unlike the rest of him, as a flagpole. It was five and half inches long. Leven felt the grass poking his ballsac lightly, as it hung loosely from between his legs, hairless and full. He felt other grass-blades poking between the cheeks of his butt-crack, teasing his asshole with cold. He was completely exposed now. Leven sat on his hands, naked, in the moonlight. And Nathan stood still before him.
"As I said before, you are very beautiful," Nathan whispered. "And I'm glad to witness your happiness in seeing me..." He gestured to Leven's arousal.
Leven blushed again.
"So what do we do now?" Leven asked.
He felt a sudden desire to act, to shape the pent up confusion and affection and affliction he felt inside by both word and deed. The moonlight seemed to will it too, shining brightly across their naked bodies, dappling shadows across their shoulders and making the gold of Nathan's eyes gleam. He had to do something more than just stand there. He had to^×
And then Nathan was kissing him. It was soft and gentle, a slight pressure, a little harder than the touch of a feather across his lips. He felt like Nathan was drinking him in. It was velvety and smooth, these other lips that caressed him. He kissed back, angling his head to get more contact. Then he pushed his tongue against Nathan's mouth, forcing the other boy's lips to part, pushing inside. Their tongues met, and wrestled fiercely. The kiss wasn't gentle anymore, and yet it was to Leven. He felt Nathan's hands cup his face, ever so slightly caressing his jawbone, his chin, his temples, his cheeks. It felt wonderful to be kissed like that. It was like nothing he had ever felt before.
And then he felt something poke him just to the left of his erect dick. He was aware of the milliseconds before the head of his own organ brushed against Nathan's hip. Leven felt hands drop; one to his shoulder, the other to the small of his back. They guided him forward into the other boy, bringing their naked bodies into contact before their hands wrapped around each other again. They kissed again. Nathan began kissing every part of Leven's face. His lips brushed Leven's nose, his eyes, his forehead. They traveled down his neck to his collar bone. Leven's hands found Nathan's hair, shining silvery in the dying moonlight, and his fingers played in it as Nathan found his nipples. They were nickel-sized, brown against the lighter brownish-pink of his skin. As Nathan kissed his right nipple and circled the left with his fingertip, they hardened again. Nathan swirled his tongue around the protruding flesh and bit down gently on it, causing Leven's head to fall back moaning to the sky. Nathan's hands found Leven's sides, and they seemed to be pulling Nathan down, down toward Leven's aching dick. As Nathan tongued Leven's stomach, kissing into his bellybutton and wetting the skin around it; his hands moved again. The first one grasped Leven's dick, learning its length and breadth, committing its inches to the memory needed for what was to come. The other hand went to the small of Leven's back, circling slowly downward with every lick of Nathan's tongue.
Leven was in awe. His body was reacting in ways he didn't know existed, filling with pleasurable feelings. He began thrusting his hips forward into Nathan's face as he felt a tongue sucking one of his balls. He forgot the sky, he forgot Winter and Clover and Geth and every task with which he would soon be entrusted. He forgot Sabine too, and all his evil shadows whisked from Leven's mind. He forgot everything, everything except Nathan and the feelings he was causing.
Nathan took the other of Leven's balls into his mouth. It was salty to the taste, like the other, hairless and soft in his mouth. The hand caressing Leven's ass found the crack between his cheeks and ran across its length and back again. Leven realized he was standing now, and spread his stance apart, opening the space between his legs for better access to the welcome attack of Nathan's fingers. Leven felt the windy breeze with it. Nathan stopped sucking the other boy's balls to wet his fingers quickly. He took both balls back into his mouth and sucked and tongued them hard, pulling down on the sac as his wet fingers entered Leven's crack again. His fingers knew the sweaty dampness as they teased the rosebud of Leven's asshole. Nathan's other hand had been thrusting the dick it held. But it now switched places with Nathan's mouth, as Nathan kissed the mushroom head. The midnight air was playing wildly with the wetness of Leven's balls, as Nathan's hand massaged them over and over again. Nathan's lips enclosed around the head of Leven's dick and his tongue swirled the tip. And now the finger at Leven's backside pressed firmly into his asshole.
Leven came. His balls tightened. His body went rigid. His hips thrust forward one final time, burying his dick down Nathan's throat. His ass-cheeks clenched around the invading finger. And a loud, long moan escaped from his lips as the first sticky stream of cum shot out of his dick. Nathan swallowed hard, willing more to come. Three more streams followed, jetting out. Nathan took it all, his fingers still caressing Leven's insides and sac. When Leven finished, he collapsed his body forward onto Nathan, momentarily exhausted by the pleasure he had felt. Nathan, his head slightly sideways against Leven's stomach, released the other boy's cock^×for it was a cock now that it had been sucked^×from his mouth. He drew Leven up against him now, and they stood in a weighty and worn out embrace. Nathan cupped Leven's face again with his hands and gazed into the tired eyes with his golden ones.
"My Leven," he said softy. Leven smiled, his brown eyes flashing. They stayed like that for a while, just looking at each other. Leven thought many things in that moment. He was fourteen years old. He was in another world. This beautiful boy called Nathan had just sucked his cock. It was right to call it a cock now, just as it was right to call Leven a boy no longer. He knew he wasn't a man yet, and that nothing Nathan could do with him would make him a man. But he knew he wasn't a boy now. He knew that what he felt to do next would not make him a man either, but that certainly didn't stop him. Because now, in this soft moonlit clearing, he had no fear or doubt anymore and was sure that fate would take its proper course.
"Nathan...I want you to fuck me," he said clumsily. He would normally never use the word. It sounded like the only appropriate one now. The other boy eyed him levelly.
"Are you certain, Leven?" Nathan was not surprised by the statement at all. He asked because he loved the boy who would one day save him and all of Foo from destruction. He asked because he loved Leven and wanted to be his. He saw Leven nod `yes'.
"As you wish," he responded. Then he paused. "Lay back in the grass."
Leven obeyed. The grass felt cool and soothing against the skin of his backside and shoulders, it tickled a little. Nathan grabbed hold of Leven's ankles and lifted them up in the air, exposing the other boy's asshole again to the open air. He placed the soles of Leven's feet against his shoulders. Nathan looked down again, and guided his dickhead with his fingers to Leven's opening. The grass of the bank allowed Leven to arch his spine gently and comfortably. It shouldn't harm him to do this, Nathan thoughtfully hoped.
He pushed inside.
Leven stifled a scream, yelping through his closed mouth. Nathan stopped. "Are you okay?" he asked. Leven nodded.
"Just wait a minute..."
Leven allowed himself to breathe. He could feel Nathan's dickhead just inside his sphincter, hard against his tightness. The feeling was amazing. Warm. Full. He forced himself to relax his hole, growing accustomed to the invasion. He bit his lip. He was ready.
"Okay. Go ahead..."
Nathan nudged forward. Leven appeared to be relaxed enough. The rest of his dick disappeared miraculously into the other boy's ass. It was buried to the hilt, and Leven felt it too. His eyes had been closed, allowing the sensations to wash over his body like a river of pleasure and love. Now, he opened them. And Nathan saw that they burned gold. The hero boy, that would save Foo from destruction; his eyes were burning for Nathan. He began to thrust himself in and out of Leven, and Leven cried out, breathing his name in moans and screams of pleasure. Leven's dick was hard too, and Nathan watched as Leven pumped it. The head was fat and throbbing, and Leven was furiously jacking it. Nathan was mesmerized by Leven's hand and the noises issuing forth from his mouth. He thrust harder and harder into Leven, feeling the other boy squirm beneath him.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh. Uuuuuuuughhnnnn. Ooooo God, Yyyyyyesssssssss!"
Leven was in ecstasy. With each thrust from Nathan, he felt his head swim with pleasure. He felt Nathan's balls slapping against his ass; and when Nathan nearly pulled out, with each new push, he felt the cold night air against his asshole, cooling it magically, playfully. As Nathan's dickhead pressed inside him, he was turned inside out. The head jabbed his prostrate, though he had no idea what to call it and wouldn't have cared at that moment had he been told, shooting stars throughout his body and lighting his eyes with images of Nathan's future. It was amazing!
Nathan would love him forever. Nathan would love him forever! And the feeling would mark him and protect him, arming his soul against the dangers to come. Nathan's love would be the answer to his future quest, even if he chose later to love another. Always that love would be there to remind him of his worth...
And then Leven began to cum. The feeling hit him like a freight-train, causing his body to flex and tighten as the orgasm took its affect. The cheeks of his ass clenched around Nathan's dick, drawing the other boy's seed out of him as well. Leven's dick spurted... The first shot hit his face, covering his mouth and getting in his hair. The next three covered his chest and stomach in gobs of gooey, milky cum. The final shot dribbled all over his hand. Simultaneously, Leven felt his insides being painted with Nathan's seed. The hard cock inside him pulsed and jumped, being emptied of its juices. He wasn't sure how many times Nathan emptied himself inside him. It was a lot. And when the angel boy above him pulled himself out, he kissed Leven again passionately.
The kiss lasted.
When it finally broke, Leven's eyes were brown again. He smiled, a sort of half-smile of gratitude for everything Nathan had done and would do. Nathan smiled back plainly and brightly.
His eyes blazed golden once more as he said, "Thank you, Leven Thumps." And then he walked away into the night...
Leven dressed in silence. He wasn't sure exactly how to describe his feelings. But if someone were to do it for him, at that moment, all they would have said was "full". Leven was full. He knew now that whatever dangers lay ahead for him, he would be equal to them; and whatever the future held, he knew that he was once loved and held by the other boy with the golden eyes.