Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 10:04:11 +1000
From: Addisyn Draco Batchelor <addisyn.draco@gmail.com>
Subject: Ok. 2

This story is a work of fiction. any similarities are completely
coincidental. 'Ok.' contains love and sex between teenage boys. Any mention
of celebrities or characters from tv is not an assumption of their
sexuality.The obvious thing if you don't like this is to go somewhere
else. If it is illegal to read this where you're from please do the
same. It also contains some coarse language, just coz it's hard to write
naturally without writing the way I speak. Overall I'd rate it M for mature
audiences, so if you're not old enough to be here, please seriously
consider not being here. This is my first public submission, but please
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Meeting Axyl.

I open the door to the smoking room and show Axyl in. It's basically a
bedroom filled with tables, ashtrays, couches and bongs. There's a stereo
system too, of course. I pick up the remote and flick on Ulrik Munther's
album, Rooftop. I take the pack of smokes I bought earlier out and light
one before offering one to Axyl. We both sit down, and suffer from a brief
awkward silence. 'Good' I thought 'a chance to find out about this boy'

"So, do you live with your parents?" I ask.

"No, they left me too. Well, they sent me here. They are in Sweden, where I
was born, I was sent here when I was about 3. Long enough for me to pick up
the language and the accent, kind of.  I've only been in Brisbane for a
week. I was in a youth home there and hated it, so I ran away 2 weeks
ago. They won't come looking for me. I was a bit too different for them to
handle" 'Wow,' I thought 'this boy has been through about as much as me'

"So where have you been sleeping for 2 weeks?" I say, almost afraid to ask.

"On the streets" he answers, as if it were an everyday thing. "I usually
find a safe spot in a park or something"

I almost started crying. A boy this beautiful cannot sleep on the
streets. He's too precious.

"Ok. You are not sleeping on the streets anymore. You are going to move in
here. I won't charge you a cent, you will be here as my guest until you
want to leave." I state, my mind made up.

"No, that's not what I wanted when I told you the story. I'm tough, I can
look after myself." He said, slighlty defensively.

"I know babe", I say, before censoring, "but I won't be able to sleep if
you are out there, and I have more than enough of anything you
need. Please, stay here for a while and at least recharge. If you want to
leave in a week, you are welcome to." Fuck, I hope he takes the offer. Not
just cause he needs it, but coz it would be amazing to wake up to him every
morning. I notice tears in his eyes,

"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you Toby."
And he kisses me again. I could get used to this. When we were done
exploring eachother's mouths, my stomach rumbled. Axyl giggles, which makes
me giggle. Then Axyl's tummy rumbled.

"Ok, I think it's time to eat" I grin. We put our smokes out and head to
the kitchen. When we got to the kitchen, Laura had set up plates of
bolognese for us. We demolished our dinner and I led Axyl back to the
smoking room.

"Do you smoke pot?" I ask him.

"Is the pope catholic!?" He says with a smile. I gather the necessary
equipment and set it all up. I pack the bong and hand it to him. He smokes
it like a pro, coughs a bit and gives me the most enchanting smile ever
given to any human in the history of time. I melt, grab the bong and pack
myself up. I also pull a perfect cone and discover why Axyl was smiling so
brightly. The feeling of smoking with someone amazing next to you is
euphoric. The feeling of being this close to someone this perfect is
intoxicating. I move closer to Axyl and kissed him, running my hands
through his perfect hair. I felt the urge to sing to him, to write songs
about him, to release an album dedicated to his beauty. He suddenly pulled
away and stared deep into my stunned eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, did I go to far?!" I desperately stammered.

"No, not at all, I just have something to ask you... Have you ever had a
boyfriend?"

"..." I hesitated, and I knew I shouldn't have, but I did. "I haven't..."

"Bullshit! You're a superstar! You've had to have had someone! Not even a
girlfriend? Not even a stage girlfriend?" He cried, amazed.

"Nope, nothing like that. My label doesn't want me to date 'til they find
someone that fits my style. And I've never been free enough to find someone
on my own... Besides, being gay in showbiz is tougher than almost
anything."

"Then do you want one?" He asked. I should have put the pieces together,
but I asked

"One what?"

He replied "A boyfriend."

I lost all ability to speak. My heart stopped... Again. And I may have been
close to feinting. All I could say was,

 "Ok."

I felt a thrill, a rush I'd never felt in my life. I had found someone like
me. Someone I could spend my life with. Someone I could call mine.

ADB. Addisyn.Draco.Munther (Batchelor)