Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2003 14:55:52 -0800 (PST) From: Equinus Scorpius <equinusscorpius@yahoo.com> Subject: Silent Violin (Chapter 15) Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Although the names of places used DO exist, they are in no way reflected factually in this story. Don't read this story if: * You're not 18 or over, * If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, * Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. Note: This story will be slow moving, and plot oriented. It is not a porno, though sex will happen. It's a fact of life. Words in between <> are sign language, as text formatting does not support italics. E-mail responses to the story, questions, suggestions, criticism, and comments to: EquinusScorpius@yahoo.com Thanks to all my readers for the feedback so far! Sorry for the long delay! THE SILENT VIOLIN CHAPTER 15 A meal at Denny's was just the thing Aiden and Bastian needed to refresh their depleted energy. Watching them wolf down enough food to feed an army, Marjorie couldn't help but feel love for her son and his friend. The constant smiles and significant 'secret' looks, the body language they displayed toward each other, their physical closeness only confirmed her suspicions. She was nothing but happy for them. She hadn't seen Bastian this exuberant without a violin behind it for a long time. The combination of the show and Aiden's company was just what he needed. Throughout the meal both boys expounded on the auditions. Aiden watched Bastian's hands flicker through the conversation while Marjorie translated. Aiden downplayed his own performance while boosting Bastian's, not that Bastian's needed much. Marjorie had no doubt in her mind that Bastian would get he role he aimed for. Marjorie's wallet breathed a sigh of relief when the boys passed up on dessert and the waitress left their check on the table with a smile. She paid the bill, left a nice tip (she deserved it for keeping their glasses of orange soda filled), and ushered the boys back out to the car. The drive home was mercifully quick; Marjorie felt a migraine coming on and needed to sleep before it exploded into full debilitating pain. She parked the car and immediately retired to her bedroom for the night, popping several Tylenol PM to help her sleep. Bastian kissed her goodnight followed by Aiden's awkward but earnest hug and whispered thanks. Marjorie was touched. She thanked the boys tiredly and fell to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Bastian and Aiden retired to Bastian's bedroom, respectfully silent. With eager hands and passionate lips they met each other inside the door. It had been a while since they had been able to be together in private. Aiden pulled Bastian to him, his lips met Bastian's pliant pink mouth and they explored each others mouths as they explored bodies with roaming hands. Bastian could feel Aiden jutting into his belly and pulled him closer. Aiden gasped into Bastian's mouth and he guided them backward to the bed. They crashed upon the mattress in a tangle of limbs. Aiden broke the kiss, grinding himself against Bastian's belly. Bastian sighed happily and smiled up at Aiden looming above him. "Bastian-" Aiden halted, uncertain of how to ask. When he opened his mouth to continue, Bastian placed his fingers across Aiden's mouth, then replaced fingers with warm, moist lips. Aiden groaned and kissed into Bastian, probing hard teeth, velvet tongue, and ridged palette with his tongue. The dark-haired boy slid his hands down the broad, well- muscled expanse of Aiden's back and tugged up the shirt to run fingers across the tiny hairs at the small of his back. Aiden shivered at the feeling and rolled them over, trapping Bastian's hands beneath him. Bastian smiled and wiggled his fingers against the waistband of Aiden's boxers, close to the twin mounds in their cotton enclosure. Aiden rolled them over once again, pinning Bastian to the bed. Slowly Aiden bent down to kiss him on the mouth then followed his jawbone with a trail of kisses. With one hand he tugged down the collar of his turtleneck and without hesitation kissed the scar on Bastian's throat. He felt Bastian shudder and looked up into those luminous silver-gray eyes. The lights glistened in the trails of tears down his cheeks. "Bastian! I'm sorry, please don't cry. I didn't mean-" Bastian cut him off with one soft hand and shook his head. Not for the first time, Bastian wished he could speak the words he so wanted to say. He was touched beyond all emotions that Aiden would kiss him there, where his deepest hurts and memories originated. He smiled tremulously, the tears trickling off his cheeks to wet the pillow beneath. Aiden seemed to understand. "It's okay then? You're not upset?" Bastian shook his head and smiled, running the thumb of one hand across Aiden's cheek. Aiden mimicked the action with both hands, wiping Bastian's tears away. Then he leaned down and kissed him again on the lips before continuing where he left off. Growling in mock frustration, Aiden plucked and tugged at Bastian's collar before huffing and dragging the turtleneck over his head revealing a close-fitting white T-shirt. Aiden's eyes widened in mock-anger and he growled again, eliciting a soundless giggle from Bastian. Growling but smiling, Aiden attacked the offending tee and the flesh beneath with mouth and fingers. He licked and sucked and nibbled through the clean white cotton, paying special attention to the nipples that showed as dark circles beneath the fabric. Bastian squirmed and writhed under Aiden's ministrations and finally pushed Aiden's head away, gasping for breath. Taking up the game, Bastian scowled and tugged at Aiden's shirt. Aiden sat back and stripped off the black tee and Bastian followed suit. They tumbled back onto the bed in each other's arms, warm skin to warm skin. They held each other for some time, slowly and gently exploring each other's bare skin as they lay there simply enjoying their time together. The feel of Bastian's warm smooth hands on his chest sent Aiden into a comfortable slumber. Bastian cuddled him for some time before falling asleep as well. They had changed position some time during the night as their catnap slipped into a deep sleep. Bastian was wrapped around Aiden, his head on and hand Aiden's chest. Aiden's arms enfolded Bastian in a loose hug, one hand was splayed across Bastian's ribs, the other lay over the hand on his own chest. Aiden blinked open sleep-crusted eyes to be momentarily disoriented. The warm weight on his chest and around his legs was comforting and he relaxed, breathing deeply. A deep breath brought the smells of Bastian and his room to Aiden's nostrils. A smile curled his lips and he began to slide his hand up and down Bastian's ribs, reveling in the play of muscle and bone beneath his fingers. Bastian stirred beneath his touch and tilted his head to look up at Aiden. He smiled mischievously and tweaked Aiden's nipple before sliding his arm out from beneath Aiden and stretching languidly. Aiden grabbed him under the armpits and pulled Bastian back on top of him. He began to lick and suck at Bastian's collarbone. Bastian began to squirm and made urgent squeals in his throat, struggling to get free. Aiden released him and Bastian scampered down the hall, tugging his pants open as he turned into the bathroom. Smiling to himself, Aiden slipped out of his jeans (not the most comfortable things to sleep in) and sat back on the bed clad only in his cotton boxers tented by morning wood. He leaned back, pillowing his head on his forearms crossed behind him on the headboard and pillow. He heard the flush of the toilet, the quick run of the sink faucet, and the door opened. Bastian scampered back to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to appreciate Aiden stretched out on his bed. Aiden's green eyes sparkled with lust and the tent in his boxers grew more pronounced. Bastian's eyes traveled from the full lips curled into a cheeky grin to the orange-pink nipples erect on his broadly muscled chest. His arms pulled back revealed tufts of bright orange hair to match the trail from his navel to the nest hidden beneath the waistband of his boxers. Aiden shifted slightly and the fly of his boxers gaped open, as if in invitation. Bastian's eyes must have lingered there overlong because Aiden suddenly laughed and bucked his hips at him. "Come on, horn dog, get out of those pants and finish what we should have started last night," he said patting the bed next to him. Bastian assumed an innocent expression and pointed to himself mouthing "Me?" Then he grinned, dropped the corduroys, and leapt onto the bed. They kissed passionately for several minutes, tongues twining and teeth nibbling gently. This time it was Bastian whose tongue traced the line of Aiden's jaw and over the ridge of his Adam's apple causing him to gulp and gasp as the texture of wet velvet stroked his flesh. He followed the line of his trachea to the joining of throat and clavicle, then followed the ridge of bone. Down one side of his chest to circle and suck one sensitive nipple the color of sunset. He rolled it around on his tongue and nibbled gently, all the while accompanied and urged on by Aiden's moans. Aiden had played with his own nipples once or twice while jerking off but he had no idea they could produce such pleasure. With a tiny pop the nipple slipped free and Bastian dragged his tongue across his pecs to the other nipple to treat it in kind. Aiden moaned his name over and over again through panting breaths and clenched jaws. Slowly Bastian licked down across the smooth freckled skin of his belly, through the sparse curly orange hairs below his navel until his tongue encountered the cotton waistband of Aiden's boxers. Bastian gazed up the long length of Aiden's body into those green eyes bright with passion and expectation. He could feel Aiden's heat along his jaw and throat, pulsing with the beat of his heart. Bastian slid his hands up Aiden's lanky legs, the orange hairs tickling his fingers. His hands, too, were halted by the cotton boxers. Bastian hesitated, unsure of how to take the next step, nervous and anxious but wanting to please and explore. He nuzzled down in the hard warmth of Aiden's cotton-clad crotch, eliciting another groan from Aiden. "Don't stop, please," Aiden panted, looking down at him. He was painfully hard, the head of his dick slick with pre-cum beneath the foreskin. Bastian slid one hand up the leg of his loose boxers gripping Aiden firmly and gently. The skin was silky smooth over his long, slender length. He wanted to see it, not just hold it. He grinned up at Aiden and at an answering smile tugged the boxers down Aiden's long lean legs. Freed of its confines, Aiden's erection snapped against his belly, leaving a wet smear of pre-cum. It stood tall and proud from the nest of thick orange curls at its root. His testicles were drawn up close to the shaft, a sign of his excitement. The head, much of the shaft, and even the surrounding curls glistened with Aiden's excited leakage. Gently Bastian stirred one ginger among the curls and along the shaft and slurped it into his mouth for his first taste of Aiden. He rolled the slimy liquid around his mouth, analyzing the salty-sweet muskiness that was Aiden's essence. He found he liked the taste, reveled in it because it was unique to Aiden. He lathed Aiden's stomach and pubes with his velvet tongue, licking up the spilled juices. He swirled in ever-tightening circles nearing the long slender shaft the jutted proud from Aiden's groin. His tongue swiped across Aiden's lightly furred sack, causing Aiden to buck and hasp in pleasure. Egged on by Aiden's reaction, Bastian began to lick and suck and gently nibble on his tight scrotum bringing more squeals and moans from Aiden. His balls were large and heavy and all but burned with the need to unload their contents. "Bast, please," Aiden begged, his voice was ragged with need and his breaths were coming in harsh gasps between his moans and groans. At last Bastian turned his attention to Aiden's pride. Long and slender it was bright pink with need. One long swollen vein pulsed along the top of the shaft. Even fully erect, Aiden's head was covered by his thin, almost translucent foreskin. Only a small circle of pink-orange with a dark slit piss-slit could be seen peeking out. A veritable river of pre-cum oozed down the shaft from the shallow pool caught in the foreskin. Bastian licked tentatively at the head, tasting pre-cum and licked again, enjoying the taste and Aiden's reaction. He wormed his tongue between foreskin and glans to lap up Aiden's honey while his lips played up and down the shaft. He began to bob his head up and down, using one hand to slowly and gently peel back the hood to expose the ultra-sensitive mushroom-head to his mouth. The motion of tongue and lips and the gently application of teeth had Aiden moaning and panting and begging for release. One hand worked the silky skin up and down the slender shaft, the other fondled and tickled the sack so tightly drawn up between his thighs. Aiden turned his head into the pillow and let out a muffled scream as his body spasmed in the throws of climax. Bastian felt his cock grow thick and pulse as hot salty cream jetted into his mouth. Unprepared for the onslaught he opened his mouth to let the cum flow back down onto Aiden's dick. He kept pumping as Aiden continued to shoot. Several splashes hit Bastian's lips, tongue, chin, and cheeks, and four more weak pulses oozed out to pool with the cum and spit on his pubes and belly. Bastian sat back, still gently milking Aiden's cock. Rolling the silky foreskin to and fro as Aiden's chest heaved. "Stop," he gasped, his pelvis jerking into the bed to escape Bastian's tender ministrations on his over-sensitive groin. "Too sensitive, please." Bastian released his hold, scooping up a finger full of cum and popping it into his mouth before moving up to cuddle next to Aiden on the bed. He rolled his tongue around his mouth searching and analyzing. Aiden's cum was much more pungent; saltier and muskier than his pre-cum but Bastian like it. He smiled up at Aiden and laid his head on Aiden's chest while he recovered. Aiden's heartbeat was slowing now and his breathing became less erratic. Aiden propped himself up on his elbows causing Bastian to slide down his chest. "What a mess!" he giggled. "Damn, Bastian, that felt fantastic. I've never felt anything like it before. You made me feel so good even if you did make a big mess." He smiled, gesturing down at his cum-soaked crotch. He caught site of a string of cum across Bastian's cheek and licked it off. "I'm sorry I came in your mouth. I tried to warn you, but I couldn't help myself." Bastian shrugged and smiled and patted his belly. The movement drew Aiden's eyes to Bastian's own boxer-briefs, tented and wet with pre- cum. "Looks like its your turn," he said and grinned. They began to kiss again, tongues twining and bodies rubbing against one another when there was a knock at the door. "Breakfast, boys," Bastian's mom called through the door. At the knock, both boys jumped apart as if touching had burned them. Bastian's gray eyes were wide and guilty looking, he grinned sheepishly at Aiden. "We'll be right out, Ms. B," he called through the door, searching for his boxers. He found them at the foot of the bed, along with Bastian's turtleneck. Bastian stepped into his corduroys, awkwardly pulling them up over the thick tent in his briefs. Aiden through Bastian his shirt and shimmied the boxers up his legs. They both smelled of cum and sex but there was no time to get clean. They finished dressing and went to join Marjorie in the kitchen. _______________ To Be Continued.