The usual stuff: This story is mine, all mine. It's trademarked, copyrighted and whatnot out the wahzoo. I made it all up, in my own crazed little mind. Any resemblance to real life people or situations is just . creepy. If you're too young in your country to read this, don't get caught. Glad you're thinking for yourself. If you don't agree with two consenting adults of the same gender. consenting, you're soooo in the wrong place, and I think you're missing your klan meeting.
His name was Kisten, and he was the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire 26 years of life on this earth. Just seeing him across the room made me catch my breath and forget where I was. (I tended to stumble into things a lot while he was around.) He was gifted with beautifully tanned skin and dark, nearly black, shoulder- length hair. Looking at him from a distance made one think about steamy jungles and sleek predators. Until one got up close, and saw that somewhere in his ancestry, something other had crept under the sheets, and the resultant genetics had given him eyes the colour of twilight - darkness and purple. He was 6'1" of perfection, with a flawlessly built gymnast's body - all tight legs and rear, broad shoulders and muscled arms. He was a friend of a friend, so we occasionally ended up at the same parties; but I was too lust-struck to ever strike up a conversation.
Okay, so I spent a lot of time thinking about him, and dreaming about him, and . you get the picture. I'd never even spoken to him, yet I was head over heels in serious lust for this man. I guess I'm just a shy person by nature. Despite what my friends and the odd girlfriend have told me, I'm not much to look at. I'm 5'11", slightly tanned skin, blond hair and green eyes. My body isn't bad, as I work out to relieve stress, which, as a teenager growing up gay; I had more than enough of, (as any of you who went through the same can attest) but I'm never going to be Mr Universe. I'm a writer, so I tend to wax lyrical about things that inspire me, as I'm sure you can already tell. I write freelance articles for various magazines, and have had enough success that I could afford to quit my dreary office job and work on my writing from home. My name is Deacon Wolfe, and this is my story.
The first time I ever spoke to Kisten, we were both at a bar, celebrating a mate's bachelor party. We'd all consumed copious amounts of alcohol, and I was feeling no pain. When the obligatory female stripper-dressed-as-cop appeared, I rolled my eyes and pretended to enjoy it as much as the other guys. (Closet, what closet? No-one in here but us chickens.) That's right. I knew I was gay, and had since I got my first boner watching the Batman movies (holy black rubber batman!), but no one else knew, except my best friend, Kat. Anyway, back to the party. I'd staggered into the bathroom to drain away a few of the beers I'd consumed. Half wasted, I didn't notice who else was in the room until I was standing at the urinal, hand on dick, eyes half-closed. Mid stream, I hear the voice of the man I'd been dreaming about for the last year.
"You're Deacon Wolfe, right, man?"
Hearing his voice, I started in shock, my stream drying up immediately. "Dude, that was NOT nice," I gasped, as I attempted to finish what I'd started, all the while, my beer- befuddled brain screaming: `Kisten! It's Kisten!! You have your cock in your hand, and it's KISTEN!' I quickly shook off and stuffed my dick back into my cargos before he could see me starting to stiffen up. Glancing over at him, I saw him casually leaning against the stalls, watching me. My face burned, (damn fair skin), as I washed my hands (hygiene first, people!) and ran them through my hair to dry and style at the same time.
"Sorry dude, hope you didn't damage yourself there." He sniggered, still waiting for an answer to his question.
"I'm sure I'll be fine after the surgery," I quipped. "Yeah man, I'm Deke. You're Kisten Blair, right? You're Richie's friend?" He nodded, and looked me over quickly, like he was sizing me up.
"I hear you're looking for a house mate? Think I could take a look?" I did a slow blink at this. How did he know? When could he move in? What did he wear to bed? Was he gay? All these questions flashed through my mind as I gaped at him. He started to look at me a little weirdly. "Dude, you okay? Better slow down on the beers."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, that's it. Sure, you wanna look at the room. When can you come round?" When can you move in?!
"Tomorrow? I really need a place to stay. My girl and I broke up, and she's throwing me out. If I like the room, and if it's okay with you, I'll move in tomorrow evening, while she's at work." (Damn; straight, I knew it). We quickly agreed on a time for him to come around in the early afternoon, and then went back out to join the revellers. Outwardly, I think I appeared calm enough, but inside I was a gibbering mess, two words running through my head - Kisten' and housemate'.
The next day I woke up later than I'd intended, nervousness making me overindulge in one or four too many beers the night before. Glancing at the bedside clock, I saw I had just over an hour before Kisten was due to arrive. I staggered into the shower and soaped myself down, thinking of Kisten, and how he'd soon be in my house. I could feel myself getting hard, picturing his body in my mind. Soaping up, I grasped my hard-on and slowly began to pump up and down, thinking of his hard body and gorgeous eyes. My breathing became harder, and I slowly increased my speed, moaning as I felt the spray from the shower licking down my body like a lover, imaging Kisten's arms around me. Shouting as I came, my knees buckled from the force, and I went down, hitting my head on the taps as I went.
"FUCK!" I screamed, holding my now throbbing head (the other one), feeling gently for blood. Finding no damage, I stomped back into the bedroom and threw on some shorts. Coffee, that's what I need. Coffee and aspirin. Man can't be expected to function properly before his first cup in the morning. Jonsing for my caffeine hit, I set my coffee-maker to work, then chewed down a couple of aspirin while standing over the machine, muttering under my breath and tapping my fingers on the bench as I waited for a cup's worth of the precious lifeblood to percolate into the jug. Finally, after what seemed like a year, I poured my first cup and closed my eyes, savouring the first mouthful of the day, just breathing in the heavenly scent.
Slowly, my brain began to wake up, and I blanched, remembering how powerful my orgasm had been in the shower, just thinking about Kisten. If I was that attracted to him now, how bad would I be if he actually moved in, and I could see him all the time? If I wasn't careful, I was going to throw myself on his beautiful body and beg him to take me. Mmmmm, Kisten's body..
Losing myself in that daydream for a while, I was startled back into reality by a knock on the door. BAM-BAM . BAM. Kisten. He was here. At my door. Here. What was I going to do!? I mentally slapped myself around and went to the door, taking my coffee mug to help hide my nervousness. For a second, I just stared at the door, then opened it, blinking at the noon light. There he was, in all his glory, grinning at me, and tossing his hair back out of his eyes.
"Just got up, huh?"
I blinked stupidly, looking down at myself - coffee cup and shorts. "What gave it away?" I sheepishly admitted. "C'mon in, sorry, haven't finished my first coffee yet, I'm not at my best before that." I waved him into the lounge room, following behind him, watching the way his tight arse moved in the second-skin jeans he was painted into. Unable to help myself, and I blame it on the concussion I must have given myself earlier, I let out a low moan. He looked back over his shoulder at me, flashing that sexy as hell grin.
"Hangovers are killers, dude." Uh, yeah, that's it. Hangover. I quickly raised my cup to my mouth to hide the blush that had bloomed on my cheeks. Gesturing towards a couch, I offered him coffee, grateful for the chance to escape when he accepted. Hidden in the kitchen, I leaned my head against the cool tiled wall for a minute, trying desperately to get my hormones under control. Muttering under my breath (not crazy, honest), I managed to pull myself together and get my body back under control.
When I was back in the lounge room, seated on another chair, we sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us drinking our coffees. I was so busy trying not to think about the god sitting in front of me that I barely noticed when we started chatting casually, about random things. He asked about the usual stuff - rent, utilities and whatnot then I showed him the room, next to mine. He walked over to the window, a thoughtful look on his face, then turned back to me.
"I'll take it, can I move in now?"
I gaped at him. That was so easy. "Errr, yeah, where's your stuff at?"
"I got some in the car, and I can borrow a mate's truck to pick the rest up from Jess' place this afternoon." Jess; that must be the ex. Bitch, I hated her already. We quickly sorted out the basics, he wrote a check for first and last months' rent, then I handed him his house key before he left. Our house key. Be still my beating heart.
He moved his things in a few hours later. I helped him carry a few things in, managing not to make too much of a fool of myself as I drooled over his perfect, perfect body. This was going to be hell, I knew.
We became accustomed to being housemates, settling into an easy rhythm, balancing each other well. We started working out together, hanging out in the evenings, sharing chores. The kitchen quickly became his domain, as I couldn't cook to save my own life, and he seemed to enjoy creating culinary masterpieces that both baffled and amused me. It never failed to amaze me, seeing him so happy and at home in there. On the surface, he was pure jock, but as I got to know him better, I saw a different side to him, one that I knew would cause me no end of heartache in the end. He had a gentleness to him as well, a compassionate side that drew people to him, even when they didn't understand why. He would cook us both dinner, and we would linger over it, talking as if we'd been friends for ever. Everything seemed wonderful, but underneath, I was seriously worried about my feelings for Kisten. Seeing him in the kitchen, smelling the heavenly aromas that simmered on the stove, my mouth watered for more than just the food. Spotting him in the gym, I had to order myself not to touch him more than necessary. I knew he was straight, so I tried desperately to keep my feelings under control. But that didn't stop me from thinking of his hard body and twilight eyes as I was jerking off.
We spent more time in each other's company over the next few months and it became harder to hide my feelings. I'd catch myself staring at him, into those beautiful eyes, but I couldn't stop. Sometimes we'd be talking, and I'd be thinking about his arms or my latest dream featuring him, and he'd get a strange look on his face, like he somehow knew what I was thinking. I'd quickly change the subject or make an excuse to do something else. It was worrying, I was terrified of what he might do if he found out that I was infatuated with him, and wanted nothing more than to feel his hard, masculine body pressing me down, his hands roaming over my body, and his mouth branding my skin. I was jerking off three times a day, trying to stop my body from betraying me, not that it seemed to help much. One look at his body, one sniff of his scent, and I was rock hard. To cover, I started wearing baggier pants everyday.
Even through all this, I felt more at home with him than I ever had before in my life. We worked well together, and got along well, almost like brothers. (Except for my lustful fantasies, of course, you pervs!). We wore similar sized clothes, and since we shared a bathroom and laundry hamper, they naturally ended up becoming mixed together. After the first few times of apologizing profusely and returning clothes of his that I had accidentally mixed in with mine, he just laughed and said it was no big deal, he'd ended up with my clothes more than once as well. Kist just suggested we share and not worry about what ended up where. Naturally, after that, it seemed that whatever shirt I wanted to wear was somehow in his room. It became common for him to wander into my room to look for something to wear, choosing something of mine as often as his own. One day, I was woken up from dreaming about Kisten rubbing his body over mine, to the sounds of him going through my cupboard.
"Wha." (Did I mention that I'm not at my best before coffee?)
"Dude, you know where that red shirt of mine is? The one with the collar?"
"Isn't that my shirt? Look in the wardrobe."
"Hmmm, oh yeah, it is yours. Well, looks better on me anyway." He smirked. I half-heartedly threw a pillow at him and rolled onto my stomach, only to jerk my head back around to look at him as he burst out laughing.
"What the fuck dude? Too freaking early in the morning here." I scowled.
Chuckles was practically rolling around on the floor, laughing too hard to be able to speak. He pointed at my arse, which had been uncovered when I rolled over, trapping the sheet under my body. It took me a moment to realise what he found so amusing, until it dawned on me that I was wearing boxers. I didn't own any boxers, I was a briefs guy. My face blushed crimson and I tired to stammer an apology.
"Oh, shit, man, I'm sorry, I didn't even realise."
He straightened, gasping for breathe. "Deke, man, it's cool. Our clothes are all mixed up anyway. I don't think either of us really knows who owns what anymore. Don't even worry about it, you look hot in boxers. Keep `em. Tell you what; I'll wear your briefs too."
Thank god I was on my stomach, since the thought of him in my underwear made my whole body clench. Kisten left my room, still chuckling on his way down the hall. That's when what he'd said came back to me. He thinks I look hot in boxers? Oh baby. As soon as I got up, I was going shopping for more.
Six months passed, and everything was perfect, except my emotions. I knew that I was teetering on the edge of love for this man, only hanging on by sheer will. The slightest indication from him, and I would plummet, hard and fast, head over heels in love. The sheer stupidity of such an act overwhelmed me sometimes. I so wanted to let Kisten know how I felt about him, but I was too afraid that it would change his opinion of me. I dreaded seeing those beautiful eyes grow cold; hear his velvet voice say hurtful and devastating things. I knew this was solely my own fears, as Kisten had never given any indication that he hated gays, in fact, several of his friends were openly same- sex orientated. But still, I was afraid. Things were becoming desperate when I got a phone call.
"Well hello sexy! Did you miss me?" Hearing the familiar voice instantly put a huge smile on my face, and made all my troubles disappear.
"Kat! Sweetheart, how are you? Where are you? I've missed you so much babe!" Kat, as I've mentioned, is my best friend, and the only one who knew I was gay. She was a beautiful woman, red haired, with a red-head's famed temper, but also fiercely loyal and caring. She and I had been almost inseparable since pre-school. We even tried dating for a while, until she told me that I was gay. Yeah, she knew before I did. Since she was studying psychology at a university across the country, we rarely saw each other anymore, but kept in touch everyday. She knew all about my obsession with Kisten. Which was the reason for her call.
"I've got a few weeks holiday, starting today, so I'm coming to stay with you. I want to meet this Kisten you keep raving about. And maybe I miss you too lover!" (It's true, we gave our virginity to each other, thank gods it didn't hurt our friendship!) Kisten, who was sitting in the room with me, had a strange look on his face. I don't think that we'd ever talked about girls, or that he'd seen me like this before. But all thoughts of Kisten were blown out of my mind at Kat's next words.
"Well, aren't you going to answer your door?" Vaguely I heard the doorbell chime.
"How did you know that someone was at the door?" I asked as I took the cordless phone to the door. (Honestly, yes, I am that dense sometimes).
"Psychic, babe," was her flippant answer.
"Fuck, I hope not," I replied as I started to open the door. "All those naughty thoughts I have about you will get me .." Suddenly a red blur threw itself into my arms, and wrapped itself around my waist. She kissed me soundly on the lips, mussing up my hair as she did so. Typical Kat welcome.
She drew back and laughed "Get you what, darling?" I was struck dumb, still holding the phone in one hand, supporting her weight with the other.
Seeing her sparkling eyes laughing down at me, I burst out laughing. "You bitch! You could have warned me! You nearly scared the life out of me! Oh gods, I'm so glad to see you babe." Instant relief swept through me, and I dropped the phone and just hugged her to me.
It just felt so good to have my best friend with me again, the only one in the world who knew everything about me. I closed my eyes and hugged her close, just breathing in her familiar, comforting scent. My worries and tensions over Kisten seemed to drop away, and for the first time in months, I felt relaxed. We must have stood there like that for five minutes before I felt her stir and begin to smile. Then my blood ran cold at her next words.
"Hi, you must be Kisten. Deke's told me everything about you. Deke, lover, put me down now, I want to go meet the guy I've heard so much about. Oww!" (That would be where I pinched her to get her to shut up. Closely followed by her smacking my chest and me dropping her.) Well used to this behaviour, Kat dropped lightly to her feet and sauntered over to Kisten, who still had that strange look on his face, his unique eyes burning. It almost looked like.jealousy? Nah, couldn't be. Why would he be jealous? Putting it out of my mind, I went to save him from Kat.
The three of us went out for dinner that night, Kisten and Kat chatting like old friends within the hour. Looking at them both, I realised that I was looking at the two people I cared most about in the world.
Kat noticed my inner musings. "What, space boy?"
Blushing profusely, I mumbled something about a story I was working on and proposed a toast: "To good friends."
They echoed my sentiments, and we shared a moment, smiling at each other. Then Kisten put his glass down.
"Come on you two, enough with the mushy stuff. Kat, tell me all the embarrassing things Deke did as a kid."
I immediately put one hand over her mouth and the other on Kisten's chest to ward him off. "Kat, my love, you know I adore you, but if you tell him anything, I'll kill both of you and they'll never find the bodies. I'll claim you two fell in love and eloped to Aruba together, comprende mi amore?"
She just laughed at me. "Oh Deacon, you know you make me wild when you speak Spanish. Now shut up and let Kist and I talk." I considered gagging her, but didn't think it would work. She'd hurt me badly. (I have a healthy respect for the wrath of women, especially my fiery Kat.)
"Fine! I'll let the two of you catch up! Don't say I didn't warn you though. But since I love you both, I'll try to make your deaths as painless as possible." With that, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Inside, I locked myself into a cubicle and sat down on the toilet lid for a few minutes, breathing deeply and getting my body back under control, the memory of how Kisten's chest felt still tingling on my hand. Oh fuck, did I say I loved them both? Please gods, let him not have caught that, or just think I was kidding around. (Paranoid, me?) Finally, I settled down, and headed back to the table. As I neared the table, I noted that they both had weird looks on their faces. Almost guilty. Kisten just about leapt up as I reached the table, saying he had to leave. Confused, I watched him go as I motioned for the waiter to bring the bill. Kat just looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips, and refused to talk about it.
On the walk home, I started to feel upset at Kat, she was obviously hiding something from me, but all she would say that it wasn't important, and I'd find out later. A myriad of reasons ran through my head. What on earth could they have been talking about that made Kist run out like that? Kat, however, was having none of that. She soon teased me out of my mood by doing what she did best: insulting my manhood.
"Awww, what's wrong? Did the itty bitty female hurt the big strong man's feelings? Does baby need his mummy to kiss his boo-boos?" Five minutes of this and I was ready to strangle her. Instead I growled at her, slung her over my shoulder as we reached the house and raced back to the bathroom. Slinging her protesting into the shower, I turned on the cold water, soaking her thoroughly. She screamed and giggled, trying to squirm out of my grasp. Eventually, I was laughing too hard to keep my balance, and she dragged me in as well.
Twenty minutes later, we were out, dried and sipping hot chocolate on the couch. We chatted for a while, just general catching up, when she suddenly punched me in the arm. (Not lightly, either, the woman has a mean right hook!)
"Ouch! Bitch! What'd you do that for?!"
"You're not paying attention to me, you're wondering where lover boy is. And why haven't you told him that you're in love with him yet?" That's my Kat: sweet, selfless and subtle as a rock to the family jewels.
"I am too paying attention. You're a mean person who wants world domination. And I am not in love with Kisten. That would be the most stupid thing I could do. I'm not about to fall in love with a straight jock."
She stared at me, her sudden grin growing bigger. "No, no you're not." And with that enigmatic reply, she majestically swept past me, into my bedroom. On the few occasions that she had visited me, we'd always shared my king sized bed, rather than deal with extra bedding and the like. This time was no different, we performed our nightly deeds, the curled up under the covers to watch one of our favourite DVDs. Which naturally lead to an in depth discussion on whom we'd rather seduce - Aragorn or Legolas. As usual, we were divided; I could no more convince her of Aragorn's obvious superiority, than she could me of Legolas'. Agreeing to disagree, and take one each, we snuggled up to sleep, with only a minor pillow fight. (I won. Alright, she did. But only because she's a hell of a lot meaner than I am.)
"Deke, do you have my blue. oh, shit." Rudely awakened from my sleep, I could only blink at the commotion coming from my doorway. Kisten was standing shirtless (mmm, even mostly asleep I could appreciate THAT view) and agape just inside my room, looking at my bed. Confused, I glanced down to see what he was looking at. Kat's arm was draped around my naked stomach, along the waistband of my boxers. Oh. It looked like we. No, he wouldn't think that she and I . I mean, he knew that Kat and I were as close as siblings. He wouldn't think that we .? And why would he care?
Apparently he did. Muttering an apology, he backed out of the room and closed the door. Feeling somehow like I'd done something wrong, I turned to Kat with a confused expression.
"What just happened?" (No coffee, remember)
"Oh Deke, sweetie. I'm sorry. You get dressed and I'll go talk to him, okay?" And she was gone before I could make sense of what was going on. I dragged myself into the shower, still seeing the look on Kisten's face. It looked like someone had just stabbed him in the gut. But why? I mean, he was straight, and he'd never shown any interest in me that way before. And he's straight.right? Maybe he's interested in Kat. Oh hell no, I don't think I could deal with that. Finally, I dragged myself out of the bathroom to get dressed. Kat was sitting on my bed, looking smugly satisfied.
"Darling, I'm going shopping. Then to a movie with a friend. I'll be back really, really late. If I don't just crash at my friend's place. Don't wait up! I'll see you, like, lunchtime tomorrow, dinner at the latest. Have fun!"
"But." Leaving me standing there, she was out the door, sniggering to herself. What the hell was going on? Gathering all of my courage (chickens, remember), I dressed and went into the kitchen for a desperately needed cup of coffee. I didn't see Kisten on my way, so I assumed he must have gone out as well. I'd almost finished my second cup, standing there in the kitchen when I heard his low voice.
"Deacon."
Turning around, he was there, right behind me. Without making a sound, he'd appeared in the room. The remains of my coffee sloshed onto my hand as I jumped. He looked so intense, staring at me as he crossed the room. Nervously, I put my coffee cup down (before I dropped it) and tried to speak.
"Kisten, Kat and I are just friends. Nothing is." My voice faltered at the look in his twilight eyes. I was paralysed, like a deer in the headlights of a car as he advanced upon me. I had a brief flash of a jaguar stalking its prey before his chest pressed mine back against the wall. He placed his arms on the wall on either side of my head, effectively trapping me. His body was held the merest fraction away from my own as he stared straight into my eyes, holding me with his burning gaze as with his body. I trembled as he lowered his mouth towards my ear. My entire world became him, and my heart sped up until I thought it would burst from my body. When he was a deep inhalation from my ear, he breathed huskily into it.
"I thought I could be okay with you being straight, Deacon, but I'm not. I want you more than anyone else I've ever met. I've seen you looking at me; tell me you don't want me as much as I want you. I need you to say it. So many nights I've jacked off thinking of this perfect body of yours, just a wall away, then dreamt of making love to you. I want to cover your body with my own, and taste all of you. I want to ride your body until you scream with lust, and wake up in the morning still inside you, before doing it all over again, over and over until we're both exhausted and neither of us knows where I stop and you begin. Until you beg me to stop; to never stop. I need to see your eyes go blind as you go over, and hold you, shuddering, beneath me, as you do. Tell me you don't want this too, and I'll stop. I'll never bother you again. But say it now because I'm holding on by a thread here Deke. Tell me; tell me now, before it's too late."
I was trembling at his words, rock hard and panting, more turned on than ever before in my life. As he finished, my eyes closed and my head fell back, and I lifted my hands to clutch at his hips. At my touch, he convulsed, growling `Too late' as he closed the distance between us. He claimed my lips with his own, possessing me almost brutally as I willingly opened to him. My arms slipped around his waist, urging him closer as he ground his clothed erection against my own. After an eternity of sensation, he drew back, leaving me whimpering and dazed. He leaned his forehead against mine and breathed deeply, getting his control back.
"Kisten." Confused, I opened my eyes, looking into the swirling darkness of his.
"It's alright baby, you're just so hot. I've wanted you since I first saw you; I can hardly believe that I've finally got you. Just don't want this to be over too quickly. Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck." Dazedly, I complied, and he kissed me again as he held me to him and carried me to his bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind us, he lowered us both to the bed, kissing me senseless the whole time. We struggled to undress each other without drawing apart, our clothes vanishing from between us. I thought I would explode as he drew back again, looking back down at my body.
"Gods, you're so beautiful baby. How did I wait so long? I need to feel you, tell me you want me too." The longing in his voice sent shivers through me and I gasped out his name.
"Kist . please . Kisten . touch me, please. Please . now."
He seemed to go wild at my words, his mouth and hands were all over me: biting my neck, pinching my nipples; licking my stomach, moulding my cheeks. Helpless as I was against his onslaught, I could only clutch at his hair and moan. His naturally dominant side came out fully as he pinned my wrists above my head to gain greater access to my body. Finally, he crawled back up to my mouth, laid on top of me, kissing me like I was his last grasp on sanity. We rubbed our bodies against each other, our hard cocks oozing, layering our abdomens with precum. Kisten lightly ran his hand down my body, and back up, grasping our cocks together in one hand.
"Give me your hand, baby." Gasping, I dragged one hand away from his back and joined his. Together we created an electric friction on our shafts. He leaned down and gently bit my right nipple, then harder. Time stopped, everything disappeared except for the feelings of Kisten and what he was doing. Feeling the lines of fire that connected directly from my nipple to my groin, I threw my head back, my body arching under his as with a massive spasm I came like thunder, screaming his name to the heavens as the world exploded. With the first pulse on his chest, he reared up, smashing back down, his own orgasm battering his senses as his teeth found my neck and bit down hard . harder . harder .
Panting, I lay spent under him with closed eyes, slowly beginning to feel sensation in my body again. He rested his forehead against mine until I could feel his pulse slow and return to normal. The throbbing in my spent dick beat in time to the throbbing in my neck. Idly, I wondered if he'd broken the skin, he'd bitten that hard. Under this though, my brain was a screaming wreck. What the hell just happened? Kist wanted me? He kissed me? And we.? He. We. His body . Oh fuck, pinch me, I'm dreaming. No, don't, I want to stay asleep. That was incredible, I've never felt anything so. Fuck..
"Deke, baby, look at me. Are you okay? Oh baby, you're so beautiful. Did I hurt you? Open your eyes now baby, let me see you." Gradually, Kisten's low voice penetrated my post-coital bliss, and I slowly opened my eyes, to look straight (no pun intended) into the beautiful, worried, purple-darkness eyes of the man I loved.
"You're pretty." I smirked, unbelievably happy. Instant relief swept across his face as he laughed and leaned down to kiss me again and again and again and again until the universe spun away and there was only Kisten .
That's the end of chapter one. Gods, I hope y'all liked it, this is my first ever story. I just had to write it. Please, write to me, tell me what you think, constructive criticism would be highly appreciated, but please, have mercy, no flaming! My delicate psyche can't handle it. phoenyx.wolfe@gmail.com
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