Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; complete fiction that will eventually involve sexual actions between two minor boys. The People and plot are purely fictional, in which inspiration is purely my overactive imagination. The story may start to incorporate real life people, as it progresses, I do not know these people, some of which are fictional themselves copyrighted by other corporations. This is however copyrighted by myself (I feel like I'm rambling now?).
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My Screwed Up Head
Chapter one
I was at my father's (By adoption at birth) for the month as Mom was going out to study star formations in a new system. They got to use my ship too, those lucky bastards. I wasn't feeling particularly great about it, cause my parents have been divorced forever, and I don't really like my father, and he doesn't really like me; though strangely enough they live close enough together my mom can just pawn me off on him with his wife and children whenever she pleases.
I was a brat to say the least, I pretty much grew up an only child, a sick only child, as I have a number of disorders (complications at birth), including mutation (Class 5 telepathy and telekinesis [from my birth mother]) and Social disorders; mainly social and anxiety disorders. My head is fucked up!
I have brownish going red hair, not normal red but dark, dark red like maroon, that's a bit long and flips out on the ends encircling my face with a few large curls. My eyes are likewise brown with a hint of gold around the pupil and extremely pale skin to complement everything.
So enough with the intro.
I was a lonely kid, because I wanted to be because I was always socially awkward and overly self-conscious with a tad bit of OCD in there. I had titles but I liked to stay away from a few. One of those as I'm sure you can guess is straight or Gay. I decided since my clock ticked a little faster, well, a lot faster than everyone else's did, I was going to welcome love from whence ever direction it came from; and if that meant a boy loved me and I loved a boy, then so be it. Frankly I think I preferred boys anyway.
"Your sister's friend had a brother your age..." my mother said to me with a hint of push, as we pulled into dad's driveway.
"That's nice." I replied looking back down to my hands as I twiddled the one ring around my finger until it had caressed every crevice of my skin, making me feel complete.
She sighed and put the car in park; then she turned to me and leaned on the arm rest, "What's even nicer is he's cute... Very cu-
"I'll be the judge of that."
"That's what I'm saying. You should meet him; it would be good for you to be a little more social, huh?"
"Yeah... be like every other sniveling shit out there trying to make a difference in the world telling themselves 'I'm special! I'm Special! I'm really something special!'"
"Well, just give him a chance."
I looked out the window then got out and before I closed the door I replied "I'll think about it." then closed the door. She pulled away with a smile on her face.
I walked up to the door and just walked in and up to my room (I'm there enough I still have a room), and collapsed on the bed. I could hear my sister Anna Laura and her friend Grace giggling in the room next door, until it got quiet. I leaned up and tried to listen until the door burst open and they tackled me.
"We have a surprise for you..." Anna L started. I just wait and said "Well?"
Grace piped up then and said "I convinced Luke to come over and help with our project, which means he'll be here, and you'll be here, and you're both lonely and..." I looked at her as she was wiggling her eyebrows up and down. She had been trying to hook me up with one of her brothers for ages.
"Well he may be here but I sure as hell won't be. If you're that intent on us, tell him I said he can come find me." I turned to Anna L and pointed my finger at her "NO HELPING!"
With that I left with score in hand to go work for a while. I don't think I'll be seeing Luke; when I talk like that to them, they normally gather I'm telling them to fuck off. Evidently, they didn't have a big breakfast this morning and missed it completely.
Normally I can't stand the outside unless it's raining, but for some reason I felt drawn to it today. I was sitting on the tee of the 15th hole on the neighborhoods 3rd course, one used for the championships so I didn't have to worry about being run off. It was beautiful and inspiring; I must have been out there for an hour and a half maybe two, which meant it was now 4:00.
I was deep in thought and couldn't think of where I wanted the piece to go so I lied down and closed my eyes listening to the world. I saw everything go dark all of the sudden, so I opened my eyes to see someone standing over me; silhouetted by the sun, but I could make out a boy around my age. In fact he looked quite young. I had an odd feeling in my stomach.
"You're going to burn with skin like that!" He paused, and I looked up at the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. After he noticed I was starring not saying anything, he gave me a quizzical look, which made me self aware. Immediately I got up and brushed my back and ass off and shook my head to get my hair to fall correctly, then started playing with my ring again.
He must of noticed "You must be Revan... I'm Luke."
I said nothing; tried, but nothing happened, only embarrassed myself.
"Well that's a definite yes." He joked. More stuttering and silence, followed by some weird facial gestures and he just kept laughing, but starring as if he was in some kind of trance, he kept looking down but then back to my face, which was getting warmer.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked. I just nodded in agreement.
"What're ya working on?"
"Um, uh" thinking for a minute finishing the measure I was working on "The, well, uh the Third Movement from my Second Symphonie for Organ. It's a, um Scherzo type thing... Yeah." I looked down and then looked back up with only my eyes to see he was actually interested in me, as if he heard that sort of thing all the time. I really wanted to know what he was thinking, but I forced myself not to listen to his thoughts. I wanted to do this the old fashioned way, even if my head was fucked up.
"Would you like me to move?" I asked in confusion.
"Why would I want you to move?"
"We're sitting on the tee of the 15th hole."
"I'm not playing golf." I could tell he was waiting for a response. That and he seemed to be finding my confusion and humiliation amusing. His smile was like eye candy, so soft and subtle. The wind blew a bit and ruffled my papers and things, driving me crazy, I began to straighten everything out as the OCD in me took over, and as soon as I glanced at the ring, sitting off to one side on his finger I couldn't take it.
I reached over and started fiddling with the ring on his hand, which was spread out on the ground as he was leaning on it. After moving it back and forth, leaving it, and then fixing it one last time, I felt extremely self conscious knowing that he must've noticed my little problem. I sat back.
"Is there something you need?" I said agitatedly.
"You to calm down."
I let that digest, and he continued, "I was bored as hell and you looked like you needed some company....
"So you think I'm here for your entertainment?"
"NO! I just... uh, well I just wanted to enjoy the day with someone, and well none of my other friends want to just admire it like you. I thought maybe... I could enjoy it with you?"
I stumbled around as I tried to come up with an answer and he just waited as if nothing was wrong. Finally I just nodded, and continued to work and he lied down beside me.
Over the next few hours, he slowly got me to talk to him. Turns out he had some musical background but was miniscule compared to where I was. But nonetheless, he seemed quite interested. He asked why I kept stopping mid sentence in my rants, I replied: "Sentences? More like paragraphs! Haven't you noticed my rambling at all? I can't turn it off, I've just learned to notice it and stop beca--"
"Well don't." he sounded agitated. "I want to hear everything. I love listening to your voice." I sat back and just stared at him and started giggling and blushing like hell. I was speechless. "Stop worrying so much, you're perfect just the way you are. And don't make excuses!"
He lied back down after that and I just kind of stared off into space for awhile until I felt a hand on my shoulder pulling on me. It was so gentle and so small and feeble. I didn't even give a fight. I didn't understand why, but after a few hours, everything felt natural around him.
He pulled me down next to him as we looked up to the sky; the sun disappearing. I fell asleep there.
I woke up in my sunroom later that night. I just thought about the day. I couldn't! It was overwhelming. I looked on the table and saw my music tied up in red ribbon. I opened it to find he had proofed everything, Time signatures, key signatures, measure rests and bar lines. Attached was a note that read:
Thanks for the best day I've had in a long time. Hope we can do it again...
The guy who adores you,
Luke
I was at a loss for words, I was absolutely ecstatic! I ran off to bed for the remainder of the night.
The same thing happened for the rest of the week. I would go out to the golf course, each day a different hole, and start working on my music. He would find me and just lie down next to me without saying anything. He was so natural around me, always smiling when he looked at me. We would start talking about anything, just enjoying each other's company, until I didn't feel that self conscious around him anymore. Nothing was ever said about his 'adoring me', so I just let it go; and each day he would help me with the finishing of the music I had written that day. Luke didn't seem to mind my OCD problem, or any of them for that matter which sort of bothered me, and he noticed, so we talked about that for awhile, but I just cope with the feeling.
By the fifth day when he pulled me down next to him he pulled me close to him and I rested my head on his chest and played with his torso, and he, in turn, would play with my long brown hair, same brown that complemented my eyes and went well with my pale complexion. I got to hold his hand that day. I had a fetish for hands and he had beautiful ones; so soft and warm; so frail. He pulled mine own up and started kissing it sensually, making his way up my arm. I turned up to him and smiled and he returned it.
"You smell wonderful..." I said to him, as I yawned.
"You taste wonderful." He said with a joke in his voice.
"I wonder... What do you taste like?" I replied with a grin
"Come find out!" I froze with that last statement. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to--"
I leaned up as he was talking and placed my finger on his lips. "Who's rambling now?"
He smiled. I smiled.
It started to fade as I became more serious and began to lean down. Slowly, I went in and started with a few pecks until they became more loving and passionate. Before I knew it I was making out with him and his delectable lips, rather he was making out with me. This whole thing was new to me, though I knew I was a bottom, that he would be the groom; he was the 'man' in this relationship, hoping there would be one. Though no tongue, not yet which I was relieved for.
I didn't see Luke for 3 more days, and when I asked his sister, she said he was busy hunting. I thought for a minute. Have I totally missed a side to him? He didn't seem like the person to go hunting. I was all alone again, missing him, not knowing what I had until it was gone. My mom had left, again leaving me, and school didn't start back for a while. I was sort of suspended from my ship privileges along with everything else since I back talked an officer, even though I'm an officer. That Fucker! I know what you're thinking back talking an officer. Who gets suspended for that? Apparently anyone when they do excessively over 2 dozen times. Who the fuck keeps count?
Two more days went by. I was sitting on the 13th hole, by far the prettiest if you can believe it. I was looking down the range to see a figure; silhouetted. I smiled as I knew who it was. I don't even have to tell you.
"Have fun hunting?" I said jokingly. He looked at me funny and then got it.
"I was hunting for this..." He holds up a bag offering it to me. As I was opening this seemingly ancient bag he started again "I thought you would appreciate it. It was my Grandmothers." I stopped and looked at him funny until he gestured for me to keep going.
A camera. A beautiful camera from years and years, if not ages ago in great condition.
"I remembered you said something about photography being one of your many hobbies and obsessions, and thought you could make more use of it than the attic." I laughed as I examined it and put it together.
When it was ready to go I looked back up to take his picture and he was gone! I got up to look around and as I did I felt arms wrap around my waist and pull me into a tight hug, as Luke whispered in my ear "I love you" then kissing my neck tickling me a bit. I rubbed my face against his until I was kissing his cheek.
"Thank you."
I took pictures of him mostly (which reminded me not to let people see the ones of 'us', if you know what I mean) among other things the rest of the night until we were drunk off of our own euphoria. He chased me back to his house and we ended up crashing in his back yard, laughing and giggling the entire time until we calmed down and I got on top of him straddling him and looked down on my lover.
"You know I've done more with you in days than I've done with people in years!"
"Glad I could help!" He pulled me down and kissed me after that, lovingly.