Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2014 13:03:31 +1000
From: Addisyn Draco Batchelor <addisyn.draco@gmail.com>
Subject: Ok. 4

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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Toby's Bedroom.

Once I open the door to my bedroom I stop Axyl. Don't want him to be
shocked with the mess.

"Sorry, it's a mess. Parties, drinking. You know, rock star stuff..." I
explain. He replies,

"It's no problem. You should have seen my room in Sweden. Potions,
broomsticks. You know, witch stuff..." And pokes his tongue out. I burst
out laughing and grab him. Fuck, I could rip his clothes off now and have
my way with him. But, I don't. I'm at least some level of gentleman. Or
batshit crazy. We kiss for what seemed like a few hours, losing both of our
shirts at some stage, writhing around on my massive bed, skin on skin,
burning like fire. So much for the gentleman thing. I look into his ocean
blue eyes and feel like I'm pleasantly drowning, engulfed by the tiny
cobalt flecks in otherwise endless blue. His soft lips dance with mine and
I feel happier than I ever remember being.

Eventually our human need for oxygen prevailed and we gasp for breath while
staring into each others eyes. I look at my bedside clock and it reads
3:00am. Axyl notices it and says

"Wow, witching hour. My favourite time of day... Well, night.."

"What's witching hour?" I ask

"Well, since witches and other magical beings have been feared and hated
basically forever, we've had to work in the shadows. And 3 am is basically
the midpoint between sunset and sunrise. When we are apparently most
powerful" This made me curious.

"So, show me what you can do then!"

"Only if you sing for me."

"I asked first." Mature, I know.

*Fine*

I didn't register at first, but I heard the word spoken in my head.

*This is one thing that I can do. I can talk to you this way, and now that
you know about it, you can talk to me like this too. With some practise.*

"Fucking cool..." was all I could say. Not that I had to say it, it showed
plainly in my face. And he can read my thoughts anyway, or change them or
something. Either way, I keep falling more for him. Then a book from my
bookshelf at the other end of the room came flying at me, stopped in front
of me and landed harmlessly on the bed. It was 'The Complete Works of
William Shakespeare', and was opened to my favourite play, 'Romeo and
Juliet'. I just stare at it blankly like it had just slapped me and told me
to dance for it. Then I glanced at Ax and he was trying really hard not to
laugh.

"I'm guessing you're a Shakespeare fan too?" I ask. It was the obvious
assumption, "How did you know Romeo and Juliet was my favourite?"

"Its the pages you've poured the most hours into reading. It was actually
easy. It's my favourite too." The boy just looks at me like he knows
exactly what I'm thinking. If he knew I was mentally reciting the balcony
scene to him, I'd probably be blushing again. Axyl snaps me out of my
thoughts by saying,

"Ok, I've done my end of the deal. Enough of my magic. Your turn!." I
couldn't say no, so I went to my epic surround sound stereo system (not
bragging, I swear) and attached my iPad to the stereo.

"Ok. I'm really really tired, and you look tired too. So I'm going to sing
a lullaby. Well, as much of a lullaby as I've got. So, here goes I guess."
I press play and Dancing Inside by The All American Rejects starts
playing. And I start singing, like I've never sung before. Whether it was
the presence of my little witch or the filling of a void I didn't know I
had, something was enhancing my every sense and feeling. Axyl probably is
the single best and most beautiful thing in my life, and it was showing
through my voice. In less than 12 hours he's changed my life.

When the song ended I realized Axyl was asleep and, not snoring, but softly
purring. Or lightly growling. Either way, it was so incredibly cute. I curl
up next to him, put my arms around him and felt his soft breathing. Before
I know it, I've drifted into a deep sleep, anxious only to spend more time
with Ax. That's a nice nickname. Ax... Ax.....