Date: Mon, 20 May 2013 20:50:38 -0700
From: Fortis Frater <amidoingitwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Three Simple Words 7

Again, I am extremely sorry for the delay...my college life got the better
of me >.<

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feedback.

And donate people! (Refer to my awesome poem on Chapter 4).

Oh by the way, I'm gonna stick with this design on the bottom because it
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Chapter 7 "Catching Up"


	Today is Friday, happy Friday! It's lunch time right now, and Chris
is sitting next to me, arguing with Caleb about something stupid. I can
care less; I think it's something about a favorite color or something.

	Anyways, while they're bickering, quick recap of Tuesday to now. I
got home at around 6:30 Tuesday night and told my parents the news about my
weekend (minus getting a boyfriend of course!)  and the new job Betty
offered. Naturally, they encouraged me to try it out. About half an hour
later, Mom calls everyone for dinner. Dinner was lively, as always. Dad
managed to make fun of each and every one of us. We finished eating and
everyone helped do the dishes.

	As soon as they were done, I rushed into my room and called Chris.
After the first ring, he picks up and we talk about anything and
everything. Eventually, the conversation led to me bringing him up-to- date
with my promises.

	In the end, my mom nagged at me, telling me to end my lovely talk
at around 11pm. I told Chris good night, and sent him a "love you" text. I
quickly showered and went to bed. I have to say, I already missed him being
in bed with me...my arms felt so weird having no real body to hug. Unable
to get comfortable, I grabbed my other pillow and hugged that to sleep.

	Wednesday and Thursday came and went with nothing exciting
happening thank God. Every since that chaotic day on Tuesday, yeah...never
again...hopefully. The only strange thing is Brandy not harassing me ever
since Tuesday. While a normal guy would be happy about this, I know Brandy
better than anyone. She isn't the one who admits defeat easily. She's up to
something...I just know it.

	Anyways, back to the lunch table. Chris and Caleb are still
arguing. I have to say, in about a week's time, Chris's shell has
completely dissolved, allowing his true self to emerge, much like a
caterpillar metamorphosing into a beautiful butterfly. On the outside, he
may seem like an shy and quiet person, but give him some time, and anyone
can see just how bright his soul has become.

	"Dylan!" Chris whines.

	"...Huh? What?" I snap out of my daydreaming and gaze upon my
beautiful boy. God he's cute...

	"Can you help settle our argument? Please?"

	"Hey! That's not fair!" Caleb argues back.

	"No it isn't! Dylan's a perfectly fine tiebreaker for this
argument!" Chris shoots back at him. And the two start again...Oh
god...just let it end already!

	"Fine! We'll ask Carrie then!" Chris brings out.

	"Oh no, I'm not taking anyone's side," Carrie defends. "Man, the
entire school can hear you two."

	"Heather?" Caleb asks.

	"If it'll stop you two from arguing, I'll gladly do it...But no
matter what my answer is, you two have to promise me that you'll stop
arguing. Please!" she groans.

	"Deal!" the two blurt out.

	"Ok...what was the question again?" she asks.

	"Which one of us is cuter, me or Caleb?"

	"Neither of you are cute," she blatantly states.

	"Ooo...right in the hurts man..." Matt says.

	Awkward silence. Then, the Chris and Caleb are at it again.

	As they're arguing, Heather shouts above them. "HEY SHUT UP!"
Awkward silence again at the table. Everyone's eyes grow big. "The two of
you promised to stop arguing."

	"...Fine..." Caleb looks in the other direction.

	"Whatever. I'm still cuter looking." Chris crosses his arms and
turns in the other direction.

	"So...now that they've stopped arguing...what are you guys doing
over the weekend?" Matt asks.

	"Well I don't know about you guys, but Carrie and I have a double
date with Heather and Joey on Saturday," Bryan states as he gives Carrie a
quick peck.

	"Yep, then they're probably going shopping with us on Sunday,"
Heather adds.

	"Oh come on baby, do we have to?..." Joey whines.

	"Of course we do. Carrie and I need to shop for a dress. Homecoming
is just around the corner," Heather sings out.

	"Homecoming isn't for another two months!" Matt bellows.

	"Never too early to stop," Carrie giggles. Joey and Bryan groan at
their ruined weekend.

	"Oh cheer up guys, at least you two can catch up," Carrie adds.

	"I guess..." Joey says, depressed.

	"Anywho, what about you Dylan?" Matt interrogates me.

	"I've gotta baby-sit this little rascal over the weekend," I said
as I scuff Chris's hair.

	"Hey!" Chris protests, "Stop messing with my hair! And I'm not a
rascal!"

	"Of course you are silly, and I'm always going to mess with your
hair," I joke at him as I scuff his hair again, which he protests to
regardless. "So yeah," I said back to Matt, "That's what we're doing this
weekend."

	"What about you Caleb? You got anything interesting going on?" Matt
asks.

	"Um...not that I know of. Why?" he responds.

	"Wanna hang this weekend then? I need a break from all this AP
load..."

	"That's what you get for taking every possible AP being offered," I
strike upon Matt.

	"Well some of us want to learn something," he argues back. I stick
my tongue at him. He speaks back to Caleb, "So how 'bout it?"

	"Um..." Caleb ventures his glance in my direction. He leans
over. "Can I talk to you Dylan..." He looks at Matt. "...In private?...Just
for a minute or two."

	"Sure, let's talk by that tree," I suggest. Caleb and I stand up
and head towards the point I pointed at. I notice Chris's eyes staring at
us.

	"So, what's on your mind?" I ask, but I already know what he wants.

	He looks down and shoves his hands in his pockets. He sees a cement
rubble by his feet; he kicks it aside.

	He looks up. "Dylan...I kinda want to tell Matt about my feelings
this weekend..."

	Bingo. "But..." I start for him.

	"...But...I kinda want you there with me for support...you know,
incase it doesn't work out. I know I'm asking for a lot though." His gaze
falls to the ground again.

	"Hey...cheer up buddy," I encourage, "Of course I'll be there for
you."

	Caleb's eyes shine like a diamond at my response. "Thanks
Dylan...You're a good friend to have..."

	"Mhm...but! I'm leaving out the room when you confess to him okay?
I don't want to be peer pressure Matt in any way."

	"Deal." I scuff his hair. I sneak a peek at Chris; I sense
jealously in his eyes. Wait 'til I confront him about this! We walk back to
the table.

	As we're sitting down, Chris gives me his questioning look. I smile
and wink back at him. He does a subtle nod, understanding that I'll explain
later. Matt breaks the silence and asks, "What was that about?"

	"Oh nothing," Caleb returns, "And yes, we can hang this
weekend. How does my place sound?"

	"Sure. Saturday?" Matt replies.

	"Works for me."

	After Caleb's words, every takes in a deep sigh to release some
tension. It's only been a week, and everyone's already stressed out. For us
seniors, applications are coming out soon. Guess what that means...that's
right, essays, essays, and more essays! NOT FUN!

	"So...everyone's thinking about our future huh?..." Carrie breaks
the silence.

	The general crowd responds with, "Mhm...yeah...kinda..." or
something along the lines of that.

	"Well...I'm sure everyone here will have a successful future,"
Carrie states.

	"I hope so..." Joey states sadly. "What are we gonna do after the
six of you leave?" (quick side note, that's me, Bryan, Joey, Matt, Carrie,
and Heather).

	"You guys will manage somehow," I said. "I mean Chris will help
Caleb after I leave, right Chris?"

	"Mhm, granted he'll actually listens for once," Chris teases.

	"Hey!" Caleb interjects.

	"Anyways..." I interrupt him, "the three of you'll survive. Trust
me on this. Friendship is a powerful thing."

	Bryan continues, "And besides, if anything, you guys can come visit
us in college. It's not like we're going to disappear on you."

	"Yeah...I guess..." Joey agrees, "but school's going to be so
boring and quiet without you guys next year..."

	"Well then, we better go out with a bang then!" Carrie shouts.

	"Yeah!" Heather agrees, "To a great and happy last year of high
school guys!"

	"Yeah!" Everyone raises their hands and cheers since we don't have
drinks to cheer with.

	After our little pep talk, the bell rings and we disperse into our
individual cells. Chris and I pick up our backpacks and head towards our
next class.

	Once my friends-particularly Matt- are out of earshot, I tell
Chris, "We're going to Caleb's house tomorrow."

	"Why?" Chris asks as we continue walking.

	"Because, he's going to confront Matt, and he asked me for
support."

	"Oh..." he looks slightly sad.

	"Why the long face?"

	"Nothing..." he starts. I raise an eyebrow. "It's just...I was
hoping to send more time with you this weekend. You know...get to know each
other better."

	I stop dead in my tracks and give Chris a hug. Like always, I make
sure no one's look and pack him on the forehead. I crouch down and tell him
gently. "Don't worry, we have all the time in the world for that. Heck, we
can start today after class if you want to. But right now, I think we can
set aside our personal needs and give Caleb the support he needs, just for
half a day."

	"...Yeah...I guess we can do that...I mean, if you didn't set aside
your lunch for me that day, I would've still been crying my eyes out."

	I scuff his hair again and give him a big grin. "Anyways...let's
get going. You're going to be late for class!"

	Chris gives me one more quick squeeze and we rush to our next
classes.





	Economics came and went in a flash. I don't even remember what my
teacher talked about. I do remember to run out of the door at the first
sound of the bell though. I get out and wait in front of Chris's classroom
door. He soon emerges and tackle hugs me.

	"Save me Dylan! Class was so boring..." he muffles the words out
from my chest.

	"Don't worry Chris, just one more class. And let go already!" I
playfully try to pry myself free.  He, of course, refuses to budge. He
lifts his legs up and clings onto me like a starfish.

	"Carry me to class Dylan..."

	"Ugh!..." I dramatically groan, "Fine!...but only because you're
extremely cute." I drag my feet slowly to our next class. (Hey, he's heavy
ok!)

	As I'm walking, I get people staring at Chris's behavior, but I
don't give a shit. Let them judge.  In fact, be jealous of my
boyfriend. Yeah, that's right, just stare and envy at what I have.

	Anyways, I manage to carry the two of us to Study hall just as the
bell rings. Chris gets off me and opens the door for me.

	"Why thank you good sir," I said to Chris with a horrible British
accent.

	"You're welcome old chap," he replies with an equally bad accent.

	After giggling like little girls (hey, we're gay remember), we make
way to the back table and plop out asses down. Just as we sit down, Caleb's
head pops through the door. He sees us and instantaneously shifts his feet
towards us.

	"Hey guys."

	"Hey," Chris and I return.

	"So Caleb, what you got for me?" I ask

	"Hmm, just math homework."

	"Wow...you can actually finish homework before the weekend," I
sarcastically commented.

	"Yeah, but that's only if I can finish..."

	"Well then, better get started then," I remind him. While he's
digging through his backpack for the homework, I turn to Chris, "You have
anything to do?"

	"Um...I don't think so...lemme think..." He then mumbles to
himself, "I finished math... English project is done...no chem, WHAP is due
next Friday...study for German test..."

	After some deep thinking, he random blurts out, "Nope! I officially
have no homework for the weekend!"

	"Lucky bastard," Caleb remarks. Chris sticks out his tongue at him.

	"Ok Chris," I begin, "sine you have no homework, why don't I start
teaching you the gift?"

	"Really?" Caleb and Chris say at the same time. They look at each
other and laugh.

	Trying to settle the two down. "Yes, really." I tell Caleb, "If you
need anything, just ask ok? For the most part, I'll be teaching Chris."

	"Alright." and with that, he starts writing furiously.

	"You ready Chris?"

	"I guess." He looks at me with his charming cerulean eyes. I lean
on my hand and stare back at him, smiling like a doofus. "So uh...what do
we do?" he asks.

	"...Huh? What?" I snap out of my daydreaming.

	"You were staring at me again weren't you?" Chris whispers.

	"Of course I was. You're too cute," I reply. Chris blushes
again. Aww, soo cute!!! "Anyways, let's get started. First, I want you to
take a real good look of the room. Try to notice every single detail in the
room-"

	"But that's impossible Dylan," Chris protests.

	"...You didn't let me finish..." I pout.

	"Aww...can you forgive me?" Chris asks in his cute voice.

	"Of course I can," I grin at him, "Anyways, I know it's impossible,
so we're going to take one corner at a time. Let's start with the teacher's
desk area. Tell me, what do you see?"

	"I see..." Chris squints his eyes. "...books, and a computer, and
some paper."

	"Yes, but specifically, what color are the books or what's the
genre? Title? Hardcover or soft- cover? You have to go beyond what you just
glance at and actually have to look at the fine details."

	"This is hard..." Chris already says.

	"I know...no one said it was easy...but at least try," I encourage
him. "If you still don't get it, that's fine. I'll still love you the same,
if not more."

	"Aww, that's sweet," Caleb says.

	"Don't you have work to do?" I ask.

	"I do, but I have a question," he grins at me. He puts the paper in
front of me and points at a problem. "What do I do here?"

	"Show that...blah blah blah...then do..." I mumble quickly to
myself as I read the directions.  "Ah! Ok, first you distribute this number
into x and y, then subtract the 2x over to the other side, then divide the
entire thing by 4."

	"Ok...then I graph it on the thing next to it right?" Caleb asks.

	"Yep."

	"Thanks Dylan."

	"Sure no problem." I turn back to Chris. "So, can you tell me what
the details of the books on the table?"

	"Um...two of them are red, one's blue. I think the blue one's a
textbook, while the red ones are part of a series."

	"Good, now what about the computer?"

	Chris looks at the place again. "It's a...Macintosh. I can't tell
what year model it is though..."

	"That's fine. Now, I want you to look around, try to notice the
tiny details and changes in this room. For example, that kid in the other
corner just picked his nose."

	"Eww..." Chris gags out.

	"I know right," I smile at him. "Anyways, if you see anything
interesting, tell me. I'll be looking too, so I don't miss out on
anything."

	"Ok!" Chris gives me a great grin and starts peeping at every nook
and cranny.





	All in all, Chris actually did a decent job. He noticed a bunch of
things other people wouldn't usually care about, like a butterfly floating
by the windows or some girls whispering to each other.  But...he didn't
want to continue because he complained about how it hurts his eyes too
much. There goes another potential learner...Oh well, at least he's still
my lover!

	Now back to the story. The bell rings, and the three of us rush out
the door. After saying goodbye to Caleb, Chris and I head to my car.

	"You told your mom that I'm taking you home today right?" I ask
Chris as we're walking to the parking lot.

	"Yeah...she's the one who reminded me," he says, feeling rather
embarrassed about forgetting.

	"Well, here we are," I announce as we walk towards my old
vehicle. I unlock it and open the door for Chris.

	"I'll never get used to having you as a boyfriend Dylan..." he says
out of nowhere as he shoves his stuff in.

	Surprised at his question, I ask, "Why's that?"

	He finishes shoving his backpack and scoots into the passenger
seat. "Because, you're the first person that's ever been so nice to
me...like holding the door for me or spending time with me..."

	I lean in and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Well, that's what
boyfriends are for right?"

	"I guess...I just never thought I'd get someone as special at you."

	"Aww...I'm flattered Chris. For that, you get another kiss." I lean
in and kiss him again. I stand back up, close his door, and quickly run to
the other side and get into my seat.

	"Did you miss me?" I said as I buckle my seatbelt.

	"That was the worst two seconds of my life!" Chris exasperates
jokingly.

	"Well then, to the weekend I was looking forward to!" I start the
engine and pull out onto the road.





	I'll skip the boring part of me driving. I mean, come on, do you
really want to listen to our stupid conversations Chris and I had in the
car? Yes? Wow...stalker much? Fine. Long story short, we talked about
Chris's adjustments to his mother being home. He says it's weird and that
he needs to get used to it. Other than that, he's perfectly happy about
spending time with him mom. Now that you know, stop bugging me for all the
little details...sheesh...

	I park my car into the driveway and shut off the sputtering
engine. Chris grabs our backpacks, I grab my duffle bag full of clothes,
and we head inside.

	"I'm home!" Chris shouts through the house.

	"I'm in the kitchen!" Betty shouts back. (still not used to calling
her by her first name...)

	We set our backpacks by the stairs and race each other into the
kitchen. Of course I win since I have the advantage of slightly longer
legs. I sit down on one of the stools with Chris joining in soon after.

We both start giggling like crazy.

	"Boys these days..." Betty sighs.

	"Sorry Mom...I'm just so happy that Dylan's here."

	"Mhm yeah, just try not to get too frisky as soon as you enter your
room," Betty remarks.

	Chris blushes profoundly at his mother's comment. An awkward
tension evokes from the kitchen area.

	I bust up laughing to break the silent. Chris gives me a dirty look
and whines to his mom, "Moooommm!!! Not in front of Dylan!"

	"I never knew you guys were like this," I choke out in between
laughs.

	"A mom has to poke fun every once in a while," Betty replies
cockily. "Anyways...Dylan, I have a favor to ask. Well...not really a
favor, more of a proposition."

	I stop laughing, "I'm listening."

	"Well..." She begins, "As we all know, you'll probably be sleeping
with Chris more often than not, and I think that tiny bed is no good for a
full grown man with a fast-growing boy."

	I nod my head, understanding the dilemma. "I see your
point. So...what do you suggest?"

	"What I suggest is to switch Chris's smaller bed with the queen
sized bed in the guest bedroom."

	"Hmm..." I go deep into thought for a few seconds. "Can it fit?"

	"We'll make it fit," Betty replies, "and if not, we can always move
Chris's stuff into that room."

	"Can we not?...That room gets no sunlight," Chris intervenes.

	"We'll see." I scuff his hair.

	"Hey! I told you to stop it," Chris protests.

	"Oh stop nagging. You know you like it," his mom says. Chris
blushes at her comment again while Betty and I chuckle at him.

	"Anyways, let's try. Come on Chris!" I said as I rush towards the
stairs with Chris following close behind.

	"Be careful you two!" Betty yells in the distance.

	We reach the second floor and rush into the guest bedroom. I look
at the bed and start calculating what we need to move in order to fit this
ginormous mattress into Chris's room.

	"Whatcha thinking 'bout Dylan?"

	"Hmm..." I fold my arms and rub my chin. "do you like the layout of
your room Chris?"

	"Kinda. Why?"

	"I'm thinking about what to move in your room to get this huge bed
in..."

	"Oh...well you can move my stuff around. It's not like I have to
have it that exact way."

	"Well...in that case..." I then mumble to myself about what to move
around. I stare blankly into the horizon and wiggle my finger around,
visualizing every piece of furniture in Chris's room being tossed around in
my head.

	"Aha! I've got it!" I shout out. "Come on Chris, we need to move
your bed out of the way first."

	"Ok," he replies back.

	We enter back into Chris's sanction and move his scattered things
aside. Feeling satisfied with the walkway we've created, we remove the
coverings and sheets off of his bed and tilt the now naked mattress
sideways. After a few tugs and twists, we managed to pull the mattress out
of Chris's room.  Then, we repeated the painful process with the bed
frame. Only this time, we had to lift if off the ground so that the wood
didn't scratch the floorboards.

	"Phew that was hard..." Chris comments as he wipes his forehead.

	"Yeah...now go get the vacuum. We're gonna need to move everything
around. Might as well thoroughly clean your room for once."

	"I'm not that dirty..." Chris states.

	"Who said anything about me not liking you dirty?" I flirt back.

	"Nasty boy..." Chris mumbles.

	"I heard that!"

	He giggles and runs downstairs for the vacuum. While he's doing
that, I start pulling everything else out too. His room didn't have a lot,
just a computer desk, desk chair, bed drawer, shelf, a beanbag, and a T.V
stand with the works. I manage to pull out half of the stuff before Chris
returns with the vacuum. Woo is the place dusty...I think my lungs are
filled with particles now.

	"Whoa, you work fast," Chris realizes as he walks in.

	"Of course, why do think I'm so smart," I said as I pull out his
second shelf.

	"Here's the vacuum you wanted. I also brought a broom just in
case." He sets the broom and pan aside while plugging in the vacuum.

	I set down the shelf and walk back into the room. "You can start
vacuuming that area since I've already pulled everything out. As soon as I
pull out your T.V., computer table, and that bed drawer, you can vacuum
that area."

	"Ok...Dylan...thanks by the way, for helping me clean up my room,
or our room in this case," He blushes at the last part.

	"It's not a problem Chris." I mess up his hair again and kiss him
on the cheek. "Now start sucking up all that dust."

	"Right-o!" and he presses the ON button.

	As he's removing the pesky particles, I lug out the remaining
pieces of furniture. As soon as I pull out the computer desk, I shout over
the vacuum's noise, "I'll be right back Chris!"

	"Ok!" he screams back.

	I head back downstairs and see Betty in the living room, watching
some T.V.

	"How's everything going Dylan?" Betty asks.

	"Fine...you wouldn't happen to have a mop of some sort would you?
And also a wet rag I use to wipe off all the grime Chris's furniture's been
accommodating?"

	She stands up. "Of course we do. Go inside the kitchen and look
under the drawers for a rag.  I'll go get you that mop."

	"Thanks," I reply. I walk into the kitchen and dig in the lower
drawers. I find two large cloth rags in the back corner and pull them
out. Just as I stand up, I see Betty coming into the kitchen with a Swifter
Wet Jet and a packet of moist cleaning cloth.

	"Will this do?" she asks me.

	"Perfect...thanks." I grab the two items along with my two and head
back upstairs.

	Once I arrive, Chris has already finished vacuuming and removing
all the grime out of his room.  There's absolutely nothing in the room
except the flooring.

	"Wow...it's so clean..." I comment in amazement.

	"Yeah...I even vacuumed the curtains, but I'm thinking of getting
rid of them..."

	"Yeah, you should; they keep blocking the sunlight huh?"

	"Mhm," he grunts in agreement.

	"Here," I throw at him the rags, "Go clean the grime off of the
shelves and stuff. I'll mopping up the floor."

	"Ok." He runs off to the bathroom to wet the rags. I pull out a wet
wipe from the bag and clip it onto the Swifter and start attracting the
remaining stubborn dust and grime the vacuum couldn't grab.





	After a total of ninety, grueling minutes, we've managed to clean
every nook and cranny Chris's room had to offer and placed everything back
in a new arrangement. The only thing left is to set the mattress on the bed
frame and we're home free!

	Chris and I grab the mattress and lug it inside of his room. In one
swift motion, we both toss it onto the frame and make some quick
adjustments to make it fit. Chris grabs the new covers and wraps it around
the mattress. After he finishes that, I throw the blanket onto the bed and
take a step back to look at the room. Chris throws the two pillows onto the
bed and joins by my side.

	A whistle escapes from my mouth as I admire what we've
accomplished. His room looks so much cleaner, brighter, and more
spacious. Even though he obtained a bigger bed, I've managed to rearrange
his stuff around to give his room the illusion of having more room.

	If you walk into his room from the lower right corner, the left
corner closest to you contains his bed compartment. His bed drawer is
sandwiched between the sliding closet door and his bed by the corner,
giving it a small walkway. To the bed's right is another bed drawer that we
grabbed from the other room. It's not like anyone's using it. On top of
each mini-desk is a lamp. The one being squished has the alarm clock on it
while the other one holds the wonderful tissue box.

	The corner to the right of the bed is where I put the beanbag since
the window's right above it.  Next to it is the small shelve, holding all
his books and school supplies.

	Leaving a little gap for his backpack and other miscellaneous
items, the corner right in front of us holds his desk. I've managed to hook
his computer back up and clean up his wires a bit.

	And finally, his T.V. is now right across from the bed so we can
just plop on the bed and watch something if we ever need to.

	"...I like it," Chris says, "the layout I mean. So much better than
what it was beforehand."

	"I like it too, well I kinda have to...why else would I put it in
this order?"

	Chris turns around to hug me, "Thanks again Dylan...I think you
deserve an award for helping me to much."

	"Oh? And what might that reward be?" I feel something in my pants
springing to life.

	"I'll give you a hint, it involves me exploring a new world," he
giggles out.

	"Hmm...we'll see who's doing the exploring Christopher," I
challenge back.

	I grab the bottom of this shirt and yank it over his head before he
could react. As soon as it leaves his body, I toss it aside and squeeze
both his nipples. A soft moan escapes from his mouth. I lean forward and
kiss him fully on the lips while my arms reach around and stroke his
smooth, tight back.

	"God I've missed doing that..." I breathe out.

	"Hmm...I love the way your hands touch me...it's so velvety and
firm..." He doesn't get to finish his sentence as I kiss him on the lips
again.

	We stumble closer to the bed and I fidget with his jeans. After a
few tries, I unbuckle the button and zipper and pull them down as far as my
hands can reach. I gently push him onto the bed; he lifts his feet up into
the air as he falls. I grab them before they drop and yank off his pants
and boxers and throw them to where his shirt laid.

	Resting his legs on my shoulders, I unbutton my pants and let
everything drop, exposing my hard cock to the world. Returning back to
Chris, I pull off his ankle socks and gently rest his feet back down in a
spread position. I simultaneously shrug off my shirt and step out of my
pants. I quickly bend down to remove and socks and toss all my clothing
aside to the ever growing pile.

	Having no care in the world, I fall on top of Chris, invading his
body with my hands as I make out with him. While I'm kissing him roughly
and passionately, my hands grab anything they can get a hold of. I really
don't understand why people do this, but hell it sure felt erotic and
sexy. At one point, my right hand finds its way up to Chris's blonde, silky
hair. It ventures up the neck and eventually buries itself inside the amber
mosh pit.

	I gently stroke the back of his head, occasionally tugging at his
hair. Chris would stifle out his sexy moan through our kiss every time I do
this. After about ten minutes of exploration, I stop making out with him
and pin him onto the bed. I grab each of his wrists, put them next to his
head, and stare into his deep, blue, and beautiful eyes of his.

	"Wanna try something new?" I ask him.

	"What is it?" he questions back.

	I give him a devilish smile, "The sixty-nine position."

	"Ohh...that sounds naughty. What do we do?"

	I give him a quick kiss. "It's very naughty indeed. But first...you
look so delicious Chris... Can I eat you up?"

	Chris looks at me with his crystal blue eyes, "How can you eat me?"

	I smirk at him. "Like this." I let go of his hands and crouch down
to attack his nipples. I swirl my tongue around the left delicate point
first, suckling it gently with my teeth and tongue.

	In mere moments, the nub swells and starts pulsing with each
passing lick. Chris is in heaven right now with the treatment I'm giving
him. His breathing's deep and shuddering, with the soft sexy moans he lets
out occasionally.

	I move to the other side and give his right tip the equal amount of
attention. Within the first few lashes of my tongue, the bud tightens and
throbs, radiating heat from the source. After a couple more flicks, I move
back to his sternum and lap down to his belly button. I flick that area
too. Chris writhes from the sensitivity. I kiss his cute belly button and
scoot back up to give his lips another kiss.

	"Ok Chris, do you want to be on top of me or below me?"

	"Umm, on top I guess. I don't even know what we're suppose to be
doing."

	"Just trust me. Now lemme lie down." Chris gets off and I take his
spot. He then proceeds to lie on top of me, but I stop him. "Wait Chris,
turn your body 180 degrees."

	He lies down the other way, "You mean like this?"

	"Yeah, now you suck me off, and I suck you off at the same
time. This is the 69 position."

	"Ohhhh...kinda like how the 6 and 9 are facing each other," he
realizes.

	"Bingo, now start sucking, I'm horny," I command him. He happily
obliges and gulfs down my cock whole.

	"Hmm...Your mouth is amazing Chris...so hot..." I sigh out.

	"Mhm," he grunts out with my uncut manhood deep down his throat.

	I didn't want him to be left out, so I gently massage his straining
member with my delicate fingers. After playing around with it for a bit, I
shove it down my awaiting mouth. I rest my hands on his firm ass and Chris
immediately starts humping my face. While he's humping, I bob my head up
and down. Soon, we get a rhythm going.

	I don't know how to describe the feeling exactly. It feels great
getting sucked by my lover, but I couldn't relax completely and enjoy the
pleasure since I have suck him off too. Don't know why, but it's a major
turn on. I knew that the both of us wouldn't last long.

	Sure enough, Chris starts bucking his pelvis faster and harder,
while at the same time, sucking on my shaft quicker and more rigid-like. We
both stifle out a moan, and I start jamming my hips closer to his face. I
start squirming around, trying to make the sensation last. But, the thought
of me sucking off Chris at the same time drives me other the edge. I buck
my hips forward one final time and accept the glorious waves of
splendor. My dick spills its hot seed deep down Chris's throat six times.

	During my third release, Chris forces a moan out and rams his cock
deep down my throat and dumps his baby-batter in my drain. Four shots I
count as I gobble down his savory seed and feel his weight come crashing
down on me. He opens his mouth and exposes my dick to the open air. After
pumping his chest with some oxygen, he uses his remaining energy to turn
his body around so that his face is on top of my chest and slumps down,
shuddering in breaths of gasping completion.

	"That...was awesome..." Chris gasps out.

	"I...know right?" I squeeze out in between breathes.

	"Hmm...can we cuddle for just a few more minutes?"

	"Of course we can," I grin back. I wrap my arms around him push up
to where the pillows are with my legs. Once my head hits the pillows, the
two of us let out a big sigh and let out body completely relax.

	I close my eyes for five minutes, and Chris here can't seem to lay
still. He starts dancing his delicate fingers around my chest and stomach,
occasionally rubbing the tips of my nubs in small, circular motions.

	"...Dylan?" Chris croaks out as he squeezes my rose buds. "Remember
what I said about getting to know each other better?"

	"Hmm...you need to understand the meaning of cuddle Chris. You're
making me horny again...jeeze!"

	He stops playing with my body and hugs me, "Sorry..."

	I pull myself up a little. "It's fine, and to answer your
questions, what do you want to know?"

	He scoots himself up to eye lever and kisses me. "I wan to explore
your body more...you know, see what makes you tic and what you like and
don't like. But I also want to get to know each other better on an
emotional level."

	I flash him a grin. "Let's start with the talking since we just
blew our load. Sound like a plan?"

	"Sure..." he then shifts his body around.

	"What are you doing?" I ask him.

	"What position are we suppose to be at in this situation? I feel
like sitting down and facing each other seems to awkward but-"

	I sit up and give him a squeeze. "Chris...calm down...take a deep
breath," he does, "and now lie down with me." I slowly lean back down onto
the bed with him on top of me. "There...now just breathe normally...feel
better?"

	"Yeah...thanks Dylan...I guess I'm just nervous is all..."

	"No need to be, just let things happen naturally. No need to push
things." I relax my grip on him slightly and rub his back.

	"Ok..." he sighs, "So...how do we do this?"

	"You're impossible sometimes, you know that?" I remark. "Let's
start with, what's your name?"

	"...Christopher Tanner..." he whispers out while enjoying his back
rub.

	I move up to his shoulders and rub them affectionately. "What's
your favorite color?" I whisper gently.

	"Hmm...blue..." he croaks out.

	"You're really enjoying this aren't you?" I whisper in his ear.

	"Mhm..." he moans.

	I flip him around and attack his nipples. While my hands invade his
quarter-sized buds, I ask him, "So...what do you not like?"

	He doesn't answer at first. Instead, he tilts his head back and
starts purring like a cat. After a few minutes of enjoying the attention
I'm giving him, he mumbles, "...I hate being lonely..."

	"Well then...you won't ever be alone since you have me," I said as
I venture down to his stomach.

	"Thanks Dylan..." he murmurs out, "...for everything..."

	"Shh...no more talking..." I breathe into his ear.

	I scoot out from under him and lay him on the bed with his stomach
up. He whimpers a little, but I kiss him on the lips for his
assurance. Once he stopped whimpering, I remove my lips from his and gently
spread his legs apart. I kneel in the opening and slowly trace my fingers
from his shoulders down to ribs. From there, I glide my palms down the side
of his hips and stop at his lean stomach. I spread my fingers onto his
abdomen and daintily dance around the area. I peek down at his groin. Sure
enough, he's sporting a semi again.

	"You didn't jack off during the past two days did you Chris?"

	"Maybe..." he toys as he folds his hands behind his head, exposing
his entire sexy body for my eyes to admire. "I wanted to save it all for
you."

	"I see...think we can have another round?"

	"Sure, but umm..." he trails off.

	"Remember what I said about asking questions Chris?"

	"Yeah I know...it's just my request is embarrassing...I want you to
um...make love to my penis?"  He states more as a question than an answer.

	"That can be arranged, my romantic buddy," I smile and scuff his
hair.

	He scoots my hand away. "But I also want...your finger in me
again," he rapidly speaks the last part and blushes.

	"Did I ever mention how cute you look when you're embarrassed?" I
ask as I lean forward to give him a kiss.

	"I'm not cute..."

	"Oh to me, you're the cutest angel I've ever laid my eyes upon."

	"If you say so..."

	I wrap my arm around his shoulder. "Come on Chris...you need to
learn to love that sexy body of yours. Remember, you make all the guys
jealous of your looks and you make all the girls envious by stealing me
away."

	"Hm," he grunts.

	"Now about that fingering..." I remind him, "If you want it, lay
down and lift your legs up high."

	Chris's eyes brighten up and immediately fulfills my request. Not
wanting his legs to cramp up, I quickly grab hold of them and spread them
apart. I quickly jam my middle finger into my mouth and coat it with as
much saliva as possible.

	Feeling that it's slick enough, I reposition my hand to his plump
cherry and slowly push in. As my finger's invading his tight love tunnel,
Chris begins moaning like crazy.

	"Hmm...Dylan, this feels amazing..."

	"Just trying to please my lover."

	Once my finger's all the way in, I carefully lower Chris's legs
back onto the bed. Once they land, he immediately spreads them.

	"You just can't wait for me to suck you off huh?" I tease as I
slowly start finger fucking him

	"Hmm...I can't help it...I've been wanting you since the second you
left on Tuesday..." he grunts in defense.

	"Well, I guess we've got some catching up to do then." As soon as I
finish the sentence, I plunge down and engulf his extremely hard shaft for
the second time today. I begin slurping menacingly up and down his
throbbing shaft. As I'm making love to his beautiful penis, I push another
finger into his tight pucker. As a result, Chris squirms like a slug due to
the intensity. After getting both fingers snuggly in, I gently scratch
upwards to where his prostate is. Chris inhales sharply and bucks his hips
up, forcing his cock deep down my throat.

	"Ssss! Dylan! Oh my god!...Uh!...Uh!...ooo...suck me harder! Phm!"
He tangles his hand in my hair and pushes my head down.

	Using my left hand, I try my best to pin down his hips from coming
up again and start sucking him faster and harder. Every time I go back up,
I'd give his red mushroom tip a quick swipe with my tongue. At the same
time, I pump my fingers through his anus at a faster pace. Occasionally, my
finger would venture up to his G-spot and give the area a little push.

	"Oh! Dylan...Oh yeah...suck me...suck me! OH!...SUCK ME HARDER!..."
he screams, "I'M GONNA CUM! Agh!" His hips break free from my grasp and he
pushes them forward, hard. As soon as his head hits the back of my throat,
he splurges his hot, creamy fillings down my throat.

	Being used to his intense shots, I immediately rely on second
nature to not gag. I relax my jaws, open my throat, and gulp down every
last drop of cum like it was nothing.

	"Mmm...ha...ha..." Chris pants as his body just drops back onto
bed, completely exhausted. I carefully remove my fingers from his pink
pucker, but continue sucking on his shaft for that last drop.

	His body shudders and that last bit oozes out. Man I love it when
that happens. It's so sexy and erotic. Anyways, I happily gulp down that
drop of golden nectar and suck up my saliva, leaving his semi with a
popping sound.

	I smack my lips, trying to swallow the lingering cum that were too
stubborn to go down. With a gulping sound, I lean over to Chris and give
him his traditional cum kiss.

	"Mmm..."

	"Enjoy the attention I gave you?" I taunt.

	"Mhm..." he sighs back. "Hug me Dylan...please."

	I drop my body on top of his with a "oof" and squeeze my arms
between the bed and his small frame. I squirm through his back and
eventually find the other opening. Clutching my hands under his armpits, we
both sigh and close our eyes. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and boy
musk. I think you can even see some fog in the room from the heat we're
producing.

	But you know what, no fucks shall be given. I have my loving
boyfriend under me, and we're both completely satisfied with this. You
know...just having your other half next to you and knowing that nothing can
stop our love for each other. Well...almost nothing...

	"Chris? Dylan?" I hear a voice call from the hallway. Both of our
eyes shoot wide open with a sense of fear in the atmosphere. Thinking quick
on my feet, I lift Chris up, pull the blanket free from our bodies, and
cover our exposed bodies up. Just as I pull the covers up, Betty walks in.

	"Oh, there you are-"

	"Hi mom," Chris grins.

	"Hi Betty."

	She sniffs around and looks at the room, "What is that smell?" She
walks over to the window and opens it completely. Turning around, she
notices the scattered clothes hidden beside the bed. Her eyes grow a little
wide and she looks over at us. She catches a glimpse of our naked shoulder
and it clicks in her brain.

	"Well, I just wanted to see how the room turned out...Good work you
two." She looks around and briskly walks out the room, shutting the door
behind her.

	"Do you think she knows?" Chris whispers after a few minutes of
silence.

	"Of course she does you doofus," I giggle, "It doesn't take an
idiot to piece together the clues we left around."

	"That must've been awkward for her." Chris joins in on the
giggling.

	"You have no idea...could've been worse though."

	"How?"

	I grin at him. "She could've walked in on us when you were
screaming me to suck harder."

	Chris's face turn bright red. "Oh my god! Don't make me think
that!"

	I laugh at his reaction and scuff his hair. "I think we need a
shower. Wanna help me wash my back?"

	"Have I ever rejected an offer?"

	I flip the blanket aside and we hop off the bed. I open a crack and
peeps out the door. Not seeing his mother in sight, we make a dash for the
bathroom. As soon as Chris enters, I slam the door shut and lock it. I turn
to Chris and we both giggle.

	Chris walks over to the shower and turns on the water for it to get
warm. While he's waiting, I creep up behind him and drape my arms over his
shoulders.

	"You know that I love you right?" I whisper in his ears and peck
him on the cheek.

	He falls into my arms and tilts his head up for a kiss. "Yeah I
know...love you too."

	"I know..." I pull aside the curtains and guide Chris into the
shower with me.

	While he's being soaked under the lukewarm water, I pull out the
shampoo, body wash, and conditioner. I uncap the bottle and squeeze out a
nickel-sized droplet of shampoo onto my palm and set the bottle down on the
tub floor.

	"Ready Chris?"

	"Mhm." He step out of the stream of water.

	We switch spots so that I'm under the water now and we scoot down
to our knees. I spread the bubbly liquid somewhat evenly throughout my
palms and begin lathering up my sexy boy's beautiful strands of hair.

	Even though his hair's probably cleaned by now, I still wanted to
massage it some more. I don't know why, but I loved washing him; it made me
feel special that I'm doing something that no one can do. No one...

	But again, good things must always end. I scoop up the excess
bubbles from his sterilized hair and flick them aside. I pull Chris up from
under his armpits and guide to the water. As he's rinsing the suds off, I
bend over and grab the body wash. This time though, I splurge out a healthy
glop of strawberry-scented goo.

	Making sure all the suds are off, I guide Chris out from under the
hose. Again, I spread the body wash evenly around my palms and begin
lathering up my smoking hot partner. I first quickly pat his shoulders,
stomach, back, and thighs so that the soap spreads around more evenly. I
then guide my hands back to his neck and stroke the area tenderly.

	I wrap my hands around his neck and shuffle them back and forth to
get rid of the grime. I then glide my hands down to his shoulders and give
them a quick rub. Resting my hands on his triceps, I scrunch up his
shoulder blades in circular motions to get rid of the knots. Chris starts
cooing and purring at my touch. So sexy!

	After removing all his built up stress in his shoulder and neck, I
glide my palms down the back of his lungs and settle them right above his
bubble butt. I cup my fingers around his waist and lightly brush against
his side.

	At the third upstroke, I let go of his armpits and reposition my
hands to his arms; I give this toothpick arms a quick scrub and then I lean
forward so that out bodies are touching. I reach down and give his cheeks
some affectionate squeezes and I let my fingers dance out the ball room. As
I'm washing his tushy, Chris leans back and rests his head on my chest with
his eyes closed, purring like a cat.

	I quickly roam into his crack and lather that area up before he
could get too excited. Finishing his back, I drape my arms over his
shoulder and begin scrubbing down his lean stomach and chest.  Every time
my hands glissade up, I'd give his cute little nipples a gentle pinch. He
yelps the first time, but then moans a little every time since when my
hands comes into contact with them. I give a few extra squeezes, with very
sound that he makes being more adorable than the last.

	Feeling that his upper half's clean enough, I crouch down and
quickly scrub his hairless thighs, well-toned calves, and soft-skinned
feet. As soon as his lower part's down, I invade his ball sack, groping it
a little to clean it. I then peel back the foreskin and his penis the run
down,. Using my eight fingers, I scrub his pubic mound and then push him
under the water.

	Rinsing off the soap, he emerges from the waterfall, looking a bit
pinkish and so much brighter and healthier. I squeeze the conditioner
bottle and hastily spread the contents around his hair, armpits, and
pubes. I push him under the water again, but this time, I scuff his hair
around to remove the hair- strengthening contents.

	He steps away from the water and looks up at me. I stare back into
his eyes and then give him a kiss. "Just when you couldn't seem to be any
cuter, you seem to always prove me wrong," I said as I give him another
kiss.

	"Anything for my big brother," he flirts. "Anyways, my turn to
explore!"

	"I'll let you explore my body, but I'm washing my own hair. I think
the hot water's going out."

	"Aww...you always get the fun part," he pouts.

	"Hmm...tell you what, I'll let you do whatever you want tonight,
kay?"

	"Deal! Now hand me the body wash."

	I reach down and grab the body wash and shampoo. I hand the bottle
to Chris and I squirt out a droplet of shampoo and start lathering up my
hair. Chris wastes no time and begins scrubbing down my body, paying extra
care and attention to my sensitive spots.

	He finishes lathering me up and I quickly rinse off the slippery
substance off my body. I step out and Chris spurts out conditioner onto his
palm. I bend down and he quickly spread it around my mosh pit. He then
scoops some up and attacks my pubes and balls. While he's doing that, I
scoop some up for myself and rub my armpit hair.

	Chris finishes playing with my tiny pubes and I set under the water
again to rinse off the conditioner. All in all, we finish cleaning me up in
about five minutes, something that Chris isn't too happy about. But hey, a
deal's a deal.

	He shuts off the water and we get out. I grab the towel and throw
it over Chris's head. I start rubbing the fabric on his hair and then pull
it down to his shoulders. I cursorily pat him dry and take the towel for
myself. I repeat the process on my own body and replace the towel back on
the rack.

	Chris walks over to the door and peers out.

	"Anyone in sight?" I ask.

	"Nope," he replies.

	"Ok, 1...2...3!"

	Chris flings open the door and we dash into Chris's room. I enter
second and push the door close with my feet. Chris continues sprinting up
to his bed and plops on it; I join him soon after.

	"Oof!" he forces out.

	"Sorry," I mumble back.

	"It's fine," he sighs.

	I reposition myself to get a better look at him. "So..."

	"Yeah...what now?"

	I flash him a seemingly innocent smile.

	"Ok, what do you want now?" he interrogates.

	"What? I can't look at my boyfriend and be smile?"

	"You can...but I know that look. You're up to something...naughty I
presume."

	"Wow...I see how it is...Why do you assume something's going to
happen?!" I cry.

	"...Now I feel bad..." he sulks, "Sorry Dyl-"

	Before he can finish his sentence, I touch his lips with mine. I
take full advantage of his surprised state and stick my tongue deep into
his hot mouth. I close my eyes and begin licking everywhere my tongue could
reach.

	Chris resists at first and pushes away. "I knew-" he moans at the
end as I lean forward and attack his sweet lips again. "Mmm..."

	I grab hold of his back to prevent him from falling over, but I'm
also getting wobbly from the kiss. Leaning on my right hand, I drive my
body forward, thrusting my lips deeper into my lover's perfect
mouth. Unable to withstand the intensity, my arms gives way and the two of
us fall onto the bed with our lips never leaving the other. I reposition my
one hand around his back and the other behind his head, feeling his damp
hair. I grab a handful and gently tug it, feeling its soft, silky
texture. Chris responds to the tug and moans in pleasure. He arches his
back and clutches his arms around my back tightly, bringing the two of us
closer.

	Eventually, I leave his lips for oxygen. Gasping for air, I push
myself off Chris and onto my back to the right of him.

	He rests on his left arm, "I...knew...it..." he wheezes between
gasps.

	I look at him and grin goofily at him. "So sue me...You know you
loved it."

	"Just shut up and kiss me," Chris croaks.

	"And you call me the naughty one," I giggle.

	Chris rolls over and squeezes my hips with his knees. He cups my
face with his hands and attacks my mouth his with. I cradle my arms below
my head as he's tilting his head left and right. I guess he's trying to
find a good position to kiss me, or maybe he's trying to be aggressive for
once. Ooo, I like that, an aggressive Chris; that'd be sexy as hell.

	But, Chris lets go of my face. "Tsk...I can't do it like you...Can
you kiss me instead?"

	"Sure kinky boy," I grin at him. He removes his hands off my cheeks
and I flip us around. "By the way, I love the aggressive Chris; it makes me
wanna do some really naughty things with you."

	Before he could speak, I plunge down and begin making out with him
just as crazy as the first time. We're moaning and groaning left and right
during our second make out session. Instead of just staying in one place,
we tossed, turned, and rolled all over the bed.

	By random chance, we stopped for air with him on top of me and his
legs wrapped around my butt. As my chests lifts up for air, it drags my
lower half upward, grinding my private parts against Chris's. Chris stifles
a moan and unknowingly squeezes his legs against my butt, causing me to
grind at his dick again.

	I guess second nature took over and I begin to thrust my hips
against Chris's pelvic area. I have to say, humping might seem weird in a
3rd person point of view, but in first person, it feel great! The
intensity, the constant rubbing of two penises feels so good! I start
getting into it, with each thrust being harder and faster than the last.

	"Uh...hmm...Dylan..." Chris pants out. "Uh! Oh! Whatever it is your
doing, don't stop! Oh!"

	I didn't need him to tell me twice as I push harder and
harder. "Gah! Oh my god! Chris! Mmm!"  My thrusts can no longer be
described as thrusts. Instead, it's more like a vibrator gone wild. You
probably can't tell when I'm going up or down anymore. "Hmm! Oh god Chris!"
I call out.

	Chris doesn't say anything. Instead, he just whimpers from the
intense feeling he's getting.

	"Fuck!" I swear under my breath., "Nmm! Ah! Mmph! I'M GONNA CUM!" I
lose complete control of my body as my balls dump its contents all over
Chris's groin area. I guess my orgasm drove Chris over the edge too. I feel
his dick pulsating and see his delicious white cream fly in the air and
land on his chin, chest, and stomach.

	Even though I've finished splurging my baby batter all over Chris's
body, my body's still on running mode, or in this case, humping mode. I
realize this and force myself to stop since my dick's getting rather
sensitive. I really wanted to just lie down on top of Chris, but his body's
completely filled with cum. No matter how hot he looked, I didn't want to
risk spreading our jizz all over the place. So instead, I do the next best
thing and plop down next to him.

	"That was intense..." Chris wheezes.

	"It was, huh?"

	He tilts his head. "Yeah...now can you help me clean up? I can't
exactly move you know..."

	I sigh, "You just have to make me move don't you...after that
intense workout."

	"Of course," he beams, "That's what little brothers are for right?
To nag at his old brother for help whenever possible."

	I lift myself up and shake my head at him. I pull myself on top of
him and lick up the mess we created. I first suck up all my cum around his
pubes like a vampire. Then, I quickly lap up his stomach, up to chest, and
finally, his chin. I have to say, the mixed taste of our cum together had a
unique taste.  The only downside? It was cold...I prefer the hot, sticky
version when Chris shoots it fresh out of his chocking machine. But I guess
we can't have everything.

	Like always, I share some of the cum with Chris. He gladly accepts
my gift as he invades the inside of my mouth as soon as our lips meet. He
departs his tongue shortly after licking every part of my mouth. I leave
his plump lips and glance up and down his body once more to make sure I
didn't leave out a spot. Seeing nothing but his sexy, naked body, I plop my
body on top of his.

	"I love you Chris," I mumble.

	"I love you too..."

	An angel passes before Chris speaks.

	"..Dylan?"

	"...Hmm?" I groan back.

	"Remember when you taught me about sex?"

	I shift my weight and position my face in front of his, staring at
his beautiful sea-blue eyes.  "Yeah, what about it?"

	"Remember what you said about fucking?"

	"Yeah..." I said as I try to recall that event. "I think I told you
what to do. Why do you ask?"

	He pulls himself up and leans on his arms. "Why haven't we done it
yet?"

	Chuckling, I follow up his chest and give him a kiss on the
lips. "Because I want that moment to be special for the both of us. The
last thing I want to do is hurt you. 'cause you know... once we do it,
there's no turning back."

	"But then, when are we going to do it?"

	I give him kiss on the forehead this time. "Whenever you're ready?"
I whisper in his ear.

	"But then...when will I know that I'm ready?"

	I wrap my arms around him and drag him back down to the bed. I rest
my head on his chest and circle my fingers around one of his coin sized
nipples. I give it a peck with my lips and whisper, "...You just know when
you're ready... it's like the moment when you have an epiphany ."

	Chris sighs heavily. "Ok...what should I be feeling for?"

	"Hmm...I guess when you feel absolutely safe with me doing anything
to you."

	"...What do you mean?"

	"Ok..." I get off him, turn him to his side, and spoon his small
body with mine. "Let's put it this way. What is your most precious thing in
the world, other than me."

	"Darn...I was just about to say...Um...let's see...I guess a
diary?"

	"You have a diary?" I ask.

	"Shh!" Chris shushes as he covers my mouth. "Don't tell anyone!"

	I push his hands away and do the zip-my-lips motion. "Ok, so the
moment you trust me absolutely with your diary is the equivalent to me
fucking you."

	"Oh...that makes sense...sort of..."

	I pat his stomach and kiss him on the cheek. "You have a diary?
Really?"

	"Why don't you just tell the whole world now?" Chris says.

	"Oh I just might...unless of course, you let me see it," I slyly
say back.

	"Psh, you'll have to find it first." Chris gives me a smug look.

	I leave the bed and walk towards the closet. "Oh, you think that
you're so smart...thinking that I won't find it..." I slide open his closet
door and jump into the far corner. After rummaging through his stacks of
clothes, I pull out a book and wave it at him. "Oh my, what is this?"

	Chris's eyes open wide immediately. He jumps out of his bed and
swipes the book away from my hands. "How did you know?"

	I bust up laughing and disarray his hair. "I'm a mind reader
remember?"

	"No really...how?"

	"What? A guy can't be curious one day and accidentally stumble upon
this wonderful book?"

	He looks at me, then at his book "...I doubt it..."

	I sigh, "If you really must know...it's the obvious place I'd hide
it. I mean, it's either that place, behind the bed, or inside one of the
lamp drawers."

	Chris puffs his cheeks and pouts. "Did you read it?"

	"Of course not...I respect privacy, unlike someone," I said as I
poke his ribs. "Anyways, you can put it back in there, I won't read it
until you let me."

	He tries to act mad at me. "Hm!" he grunts as he walks towards the
closet and shoves the book back underneath his clothes. After doing so, he
turns around and pounces me. "...I can't stay mad at you..."

	I gently stroke his back in response. "I think now's be a good time
to get up don't you think?"

	"Yeah I guess...what time is it?" he mumbles.

	I glance over at his alarm clock. "Um...it's 6:40."

	"Wanna go down and see what's happening?" he asks.

	"Sure."

	Chris gets off me and walks to his closet. He pulls out a brown
T-shirt and dark-blue basketball shorts and slips them on.

	"Chris, I have a dilemma; my clothes are downstairs."

	"Not to fear! Chris'll save the day!" he beams as he runs out the
door to get my bag. I shake my head and stifle a giggle.

	In about a minute, Chris runs back with my duffle bag. He sets it
down next to me and pulls out a white undershirt and black basketball
shorts for me. I slip them on and give his balls a quick squeeze.  The move
catches by surprise and he yelps from the touch.

	"Feeling naughty are we?" I giggle at him.

	"I learn from the best," he grins back. I tussle his hair again and
we head out his room and downstairs to the kitchen in search of food.





	"Hey boys, dinner will be ready very soon!" Betty announced as we
walk down the stairs.  "Hope you don't mind, but I made stir fry with
Teriyaki sauce."

	"That's fine," I reply back as I take a seat by the
countertop. Chris comes up behind and sits down next to me.

	"So...anything planned for tomorrow?" Betty asks.

	"Yeah!" Chris pipes, "We're going to Caleb's house tomorrow to hang
out."

	"That's nice to hear," Betty acknowledges. She turns off the stove,
exhaust fan, and puts the contents in the pan onto three plates. She brings
the three plates on the countertop table and places three forks next to
each. "Enjoy."

	Chris and I pick up our forks and dig into the plate.

	"Slow down Chris! You're going to choke!" Betty scolds.

	"But Mom...I'm hungry!" Chris says with a mouth full.

	Feeling conscience about what Betty said, I slow down my eating and
actually spend some time to enjoy the meal.

	We end up finishing dinner in about thirty minutes. Chris let's out
a burp. His mom gives him a dirty look.

	"Excuse me," he states, but busts up giggling like a little girl.

	Betty just roles her eyes. "Boy's these days..."

	"Anyways, thanks for the dinner Mom. If you need anything, Dylan
and I'll be upstairs playing something."

	"Actually..." I intervene, "can you go set up the game Chris? I
wanna talk to your mom about something."

	"About what?" he asks.

	"About why your penis is so small," I tease; Betty eyes at me.

	"Not in front of my mom!" Chris whines.

	I laugh at his reaction and kiss him on the forehead. "I'll be
there in five minutes okay?"

	"Fine...but you promised!" And with that, he rushes upstairs.

	I turn back around and face Betty. I wait a few minutes just in
case Chris decides to hang out.

	Hearing the door slam shut upstairs, Betty breaks the silence by
asking, "So...what did you want to talk about?"

	"...About Chris and the topic of sex...You see, before dinner, he
asked about...the last stage of sex."

	"You mean-"

	"Yeah, I mean that..." I trail off, knowing that Betty understood
what "that" was. "Anyways, it's only a matter of time I guess...sorry about
that..."

	Betty sighs. "That's fine...we all have to grow up sooner or
later...So what is it actually that you need?

	"...I'm not eighteen yet, so I can't just go out and buy certain
stuff to help prepare Chris and me.  I mean, the last thing I want to do is
to hurt him in any way. So I was wondering if you can do anything to help
with that."

	"I see...I think I just might have the solution. Tell you what,
give me a few days, and I'll get everything prepared, okay?"

	I look up into her eyes. "Thanks Betty...for understanding."

	"Nonsense. Anyone can see just how great of a person you are. If
anything, I've failed as a parent for not loving Chris enough. That's your
job now...to look after him and fill that void in his heart.  It's not
going to be easy, but I know you can do it." She rests her hands on my
shoulders, "You're going to make a great boyfriend for him, maybe even
something more."

	I blush at her words. "Thanks..."

	"Now run along, if I know him, he's already missing you."

	"Probably," I agreed with her. "Thanks Betty..." I add as I get off
the chair and head up the stairs.

	As soon as I flip open the door, a small body attacks me with a
bear hug.

	"I missed you Dylan..."

	"It was only four minutes!" I exclaim.

	He lets go of me. "Yeah! But four minutes is a long time!"

	"Ok whatever. What game did you put in?" I asked as I sit down on
his bed.

	"Mario Party 9, hope you don't mind..."

	I give him a kiss on the forehead. "Of course I don't mind. Now,
1v1, 2v2, or free-for-all?"

	"Let's do 1v1 first."

	"Alright."





	"I win again!" Chris shouts as the screen shows his character in
first place. He gets up and does his victory dance. Don't tell him this,
but...I let him win just that I could see him dance. It's extremely funny
and cute beyond belief. Anyways, Chris turns around and cuddles in front of
me after his little dance. He lets out a big yawn, and you know about
yawns, they're contagious.

	After I finish yawning, I glance over at the time. "Shit Chris,
it's 11:00."

	Chris snuggles deeper into me. "So?"

	"So...if you want to have some fun time, I'd suggest you get your
butt ready for bed."

	"Hmm...carry me..."

	"Fine...you better be glad that I can't stay mad at you..." I sigh
at him.

	"I know you enjoy spoiling me," he giggles. "Besides, I need a big,
strong brother to love me."

	"Whatever, let's go." I carry him up and head out towards the
bathroom.

	I set him down by the doorway and opens the door. I grab my
toothbrush that I left here and smother toothpaste on it. After applying
the toothpaste, I pass the tube to Chris. I start scrubbing down my teeth,
removing all sources of germs, bad breath, and bacteria.

	We finish at around the same time. I spit, gargle some water, and
clean my face with water.  Turning off the faucet, I turn around and grab a
towel. I vigorously dry my face, then I walk over and pat Chris's face
dry. After that, I place the towel in his hands and walk over to the
toilet.

	I whip out my 4 inch and let out a golden stream. Out of the corner
of my eye, I see Chris staring.

	"Like what you see?" I tease.

	He snaps out of his trance. "Wha?...Oh...sorry Dylan..."

	I give my dick a few shakes and flush the toilet. "Sorry about
what? It's not like you didn't see it before."

	"Yeah...but it's awkward, looking at you pee..."

	"I don't find it weird," I shrug. "Anyways, want me to leave, or
you good?"

	He stand in front of the toilet with me behind him. He pulls out
his tool and stands there. "You can stay...but um..." he trails off. "Can
you..."

	I reach over his shoulders and grab hold his flaccid shaft. "You
need to relax more Chris... Just stand still and let her rip."

	Chris closes his eyes and spreads his legs apart. After a couple of
deep breaths, a golden stream emerges and splashes into the bowl. Call me
gross, but I find watching Chris pee somehow erotic. I don't know why, but
I guess it has something to do with Chris.

	Nevertheless, Chris's tube does that squirting thing and his body
shivers a little. I shake his penis a few times to get that excess drops
off and cover up his boy parts.

	I pat him on the back and go wash my hands; he follows close
behind. I finish first and grab the towel again. I quickly dry my hands and
give it to Chris, who just turned off the faucet. I scuff his hair and
smile at him. He returns the gesture and we head the bathroom.

	"We should go say goodnight to you mom," I suggest.

	"Ok." he leans over the railing. "Mom! We're going to bed!"

	From the first floor, "Ok! Night guys, what time are you leaving
tomorrow?"

	Chris looks at me, "What time?"

	"Eh...11:30?" I guessed.

	Chris leans over again and shouts, "11:30!"

	Betty returns with, "Ok! Night guys!"

	Chris grabs my hand and leads me into his room.

	Once I shut the door, Chris bust up laughing.

	"What's so funny?"

	"Oh nothing...just the way I said 'night to my mom..."

	"Ok..." I give him a weird look. "Anyways...go turn on the lamp
light so I can shut the ceiling light off."

	Chris dashes onto his bed and flicks the lamp light open. I flick
the switch on the wall and walk over to the bed. Chris starts stripping his
clothes, but I stop him.

	"I want to do it," I smile at him.

	Chris nods and lets go of his collar. I push him down onto the bed
and embrace him with a big, wet kiss on the lips.

	"Why are you so hot Chris...Your presence alone is making the room
temperature go up... I'm scared of what's going to happen to the house when
I take off your clothes."

	Chris giggles at my comment. I reach the bottom of his shirt and
yank it off. I throw it somewhere and push him back onto the bed. I lift
his legs up high and pull off his pants with the other hand. I see his bare
ass exposed in the air and couldn't help myself. I playfully give both his
cheeks a swat.

	"Hey!" Chris shouts and giggles.

	I let go of his legs and quickly strip off my clothes. Once those
are out of the way, I attack his body with my hands and kiss him
mercilessly on the mouth. Chris interlocks his fingers around my neck and
wraps his legs around my butt. While he's hanging there, I grab anything my
hands could reach: hiss nipples, butt, balls, hips, you name it.

	I flip us over and commence squeezing Chris's round cheeks. I
spread them apart, massaged them, and rubbed them. Every time I do, Chris
responds with moans and liquefies into a liquid. After about ten minutes of
making out, he finally musters the energy to push himself away from me.

	"Remember your promise?" he reminds me.

	"Of course..." I rest my hand on his cheek. "...God you're
beautiful..."

	Chris leans in and gives me another kiss. "So uh...what do I do?"

	I spread my legs and cradle my head with my arms. "You get to do
whatever you want. Granted it doesn't hurt me."

	"Ok..." He hesitantly rests his hands on my chest, as if any sudden
move will cause me to explode.

	"Oh come on Chris..." I grab both his hands rest them on my
chest. "Now play with them. I'm letting you explore my body. See what makes
me tick and what drives me over the edge. My words are the limit. Unless I
tell you to stop, you are free to do whatever you want ok?"

	He nods awkwardly and starts playing with my rosebuds. He gently
squeezes the tips with his thumb and index finger and rubs them. I cradle
my head again and enjoy the attention I'm getting.

	"Hmm...there you go Chris...now just keep going, you'll get the
hang of it."

	"Alright...let's see..." He glides his palm down my chest and lays
them on my stomach. "Hmm...I wonder..." He dives in and covers my nub with
his mouth.

	His tongue feels so smooth, yet so firm. And his teeth...oh his
pearly whites! He gently nibbles the tip, driving me crazy.

	"Uh...if you continue that...I might cum again..." I hoarsely
choke.

	Chris ignores me and glides his tongue to my other tip. He repeats
the process all over again.

	"Hmm..." I rest my hand on his head, but he pushes it away. I
wonder why...

	Well, I get an answer as he lifts himself up and gives me his goofy
grin. He leans in and plants a kiss. He grabs my hand that was on his head
from before and shoves it back under my head.

	"No touching me or yourself," he grins at me.

	"Fine..." I pout at him, "but I want compensation for this."

	"I know just the thing." He plants another kiss and roams his hands
down to my cock. "Now for the main event," he smirks as he squeezes my
shaft. He gets off me and fits himself snuggly between my legs. He re-grabs
my semi and begins to inspect it thoroughly.

	"Hmm...why are your balls so dangly Dylan?" he wonders.

	"Because, when you get older, your testicles, the hard part inside
the sack, develops and drops."

	"What's the testicles for?" Chris asks as he cups my nuts.

	"Hmm..." I moan out. "To make your delicious cum..."

	"Oh..." He backs away from between my legs. "Dylan, can you turn
around?"

	Being careful not to hit him, I flip myself over.

	"Sorry...but can you also lift yourself up? Like you're crawling?"

	I fulfill his request as I spread my legs and stick my butt out in
front of him. I duck my head under my body and see him.

	"Peek-a-boo," I smile; he giggles in response. I rest my head back
on my folded arms and feel his silky hands cup my cheeks.

	"Your butt's the same shape as mine," he giggles as he squeezes my
round cheeks.

	"Yeah...it's called a bubble butt because it's shaped like a round
bubble..." I respond.

	"Well I like it; it really suits you."

	"Mhm," I sigh back.

	I then feel a hot breath blowing at my pucker. Chris's hands spread
my cheeks around and I feel a hot, slippery, and wet piece of flesh lap at
my butt.

	"Oh god!...Hmm! Chris!" I groan out and spread my legs apart even
further.

	Chris separates my cheeks even more and buries his face deep into
the crack. He furiously smacks up and down my entire crack.

	As for me? Well, I'm enjoying every moment of this. It's not every
day my boyfriend rims me.  Hell, this is the first time! Wow is he a
natural at this; my moans and groans are more than enough proof of that.

	But what really surprises me is what Chris does next. He stops at
my wrinkled muscle and shoves his tongue into it.

	I arch my back and push my butt against his face. Chris returns
with an equal amount of force and wiggles his tongue inside my sphincter
muscles, giving me a tingling feeling.

	"Oh god Chris!" I heave heavily for air from the intensity.

	After a few minutes Chris sucks his tongue back into his mouth and
sits up. I let out a soft whimper since my ass felt so empty. But, that
feeling quickly disappears when Chris cups my dangling nut sack.

	"...Your nuts are so big Dylan...they're so sexy..." he says in a
low, husky voice. He presses his nose up against the back of it and inhales
deeply. "...Smells like you too..." He gives it a lick, which causes
shivers down my spine.

	He then flips around with his head in between my legs and engulfs
my ball sack completely. He gently tugs downward at it, telling me to come
down with him so he can be in a more comfortable position. Once his head's
on the bed, he begins rolling my nuts around with his tongue. He flicks his
fleshy muscle everywhere around my loose patch of skin.

	"Uh...Oh my god! Hmm!" I moan in sheer ecstasy.

	But before things got too heavy, Chris opens his mouth, pushes my
body upwards, and scoots up to meet my face.

	"...I suck at this..."

	I lean down and give him a smooch. "Don't say that...you were
great!"

	"No I wasn't...I'm not cut out for this. I rather have you touch me
and make me feel good."

	"Oh I see how it is. Making me do all the work," I sass at him.

	"You know what I mean!" he jokingly shouts.

	"Yeah I know, just teasing you is all..." I plant a kiss on his
forehead. "Now then...about my condition...you made me extremely horny and
you didn't even bother helping me," I pout.

	"Want to face fuck me ?" Chris suggests.

	"Hmm...sure." Chris sits up against the wooden frame of his bed and
I quickly position my dick in front of his face. He leans forward and
engulfs my cock before I even position myself. He starts bobbing his head
back and forth, sucking on my cock hard.

	"Hmm...You fucking bastard...Oh!" I scold him, but couldn't say
much more since the feelings too great. I muster up all the strength I have
in me to position my legs so that I don't fall over. I straddle Chris's
head up against the wall and start fucking his face.

	I don't know what came over me, but I start saying some really mean
things to Chris. "Hmm!  Oh yeah...you want my dick don't you. couldn't even
wait until I was ready...Oh fuck!...Hmm...suck that cock bitch, suck it
hard!" I abusively said. "Oh! Hmm! I'm going to make you choke on my piece
of meat...yeah...fuck!"

	I forcibly shove my cock down his throat and back out in rapid
motions. "Ah I'm gonna cum!  Hmm!" My motions get faster, harder, and more
rigid. With one last thrust down his mouth, I dump my load for the third
time today. Like a professional, Chris gulps every last bit down like it
was nothing.

	"Hmm...fuck Chris...you're so amazing..." I said as I pull my dick
out and slump down.

	"Dylan..." he speaks out in a soft, sad voice, "Why did you call me
a bitch?" He starts tearing up in his eye sockets.

	"Fuck!" I swear to myself. "I'm so sorry Chris...I didn't mean
anything by that!" I said as I wrap my arms around him. "I just got too
into it, that's all..."

	Chris sniffles wraps his arms around me. "Really? So you don't hate
me or anything?"

	I kiss him on the forehead. "Of course I don't hate you silly. I
just got too into the moment, that's all. I'm sorry if I hurt your
feelings..."

	"But then, why did you say it?" He looks up at me with his
beautiful, soft eyes.

	"Oh that's right, you never watched porn did you?" I realize.

	"What's porn?" he asks innocently and wipes his tears away.

	"It's sex videos on the internet basically," I respond.

	"They have that?!"

	"They have everything on the internet nowadays."

	"Oh..."

	"Anyways... the actors in porn movies usually get too into the
scene. They exaggerate every moan and groan they do. It's too appeal to the
audience I guess. In any case, sometimes, they say stuff like that to make
the viewers hornier."

	"Oh...so you said it to make yourself hornier?" he asks.

	I scratch my head. "Yeah, sort of...it's complicated. Just know
that I mean nothing by it ok?"

	"Ok..."

	"Apology accepted?" I ask to make sure. He just hugs me. I pat his
back and whisper into his ear. "I feel bad...let me make it up to you."

	"How?" he whispers back.

	"I'll let you give me a facial, how's about that?"

	"...That'd be hot to see. Plus, I can lick it up afterwards," he
giggles. He lets go of me and I lay him back down on the bed and spread his
legs.

	"Tell me when you're at the point of no return ok?"

	"Ok."

	I crouch between his legs and give his shaft a few strokes. Once
it's fully boned up, I engulf it in my mouth. I slowly inch closer and
closer to his pubes, enjoying the touch of his prick in my mouth.  Once my
nose touches his golden strands, I intoxicate myself with a whiff. While
I'm breathing in Chris's musk, I contract my work my throat, expanding and
contracting it with Chris's head in it.

	"Oh!...Hmm...Dylan!" He starts panting like a dog.

	I slowly lift my head up, stopping with my lips at his mushroom. I
grab the base to stop it from moving around and give the tip a kiss. I
engulf his mushroom, swirling my tongue around his foreskin and pee slit.

	Chris bucks his hips forward sharply and inhales a pierce
breath. "Sss!.. Dylan! Oh god!"

	I guess he's had enough of the blue balls, I push down again and
start bobbing my head on his love-making machine.

	"Hmm...Dylan! Oh god! Oh!...Get ready! Hmm!" he hisses.

	I remove my mouth from his pole and savagely jack him off. In a
matter of seconds, his pee slit shoots out his white, creamy cum. The first
spurt hits my left cheek, the second on my nose, and the rest among my
forehead and lips. I have to say, watching his dick pulsating and shooting
his spunk is really hot. It looked really cool seeing how his dick fires
its rounds at that speed.

	Chris bucks his hips forward once more and his body goes limp. His
body shudders once more and that last bit oozes out. I hungrily lap that
part; I mean, the rest is all over my face. I let go of his limp dick and
smush his body with mine. He opens his eyes and licks my cheek.

	"Mmm...come closer," he hoarsely croaks.

	I do and he begins cleaning my face like a cat, licking
everywhere. He finishes and kisses me, pushing some of his cum into my
mouth. Needless to say, I happily accept it and swallow it down.

	"Mmm...why do you taste so delicious?" I said as I give him another
quick kiss.  He shrugs his shoulders and I flip us to our side, with me
spooning him.

	"Dylan..." he mumbles.

	"Yeah?" I whisper and pat his stomach.

	"...Apology accepted..."

	I kiss him on the back of his neck and whisper in his ear,
"Thanks...it means a lot to me."

	We both sigh deeply and lay in that position for a few minutes. You
know, the aftermath of having sex. Speaking of which, the room is filled
with the smell of sweat, sex, and boy musk. There goes our cleanliness from
before. I occasionally kiss him somewhere, usually the neck, and continue
to rub his hips. He's just so...perfect...

	He's not super skinny that he needs to see a nutritionist, but he's
also not chubby or fat like some people. His waist is slim and bony, but it
suits his figure. On top that, it's halfway between of a woman's curves and
a man's defined sides. It's hot beyond reason.

	"Chris?..." I said to break the silence as I caress his body.

	"...Yeah?"

	"I think we should set up some ground rules...you know, so that we
don't have another episode like before."

	"Ok...but what kind of rules?"

	"Simple rules. You're already fulfilling some of them," I bring up.

	"Like?" he inquires.

	I smile at his cute innocence and tussle his hair. "Like your
ability to always ask questions and try new things."

	"Well...I have a good teacher for that," he smiles.

	"Ok, well the teacher wants to add more rules. One, try not to
blue-ball me too much."

	Chris turns around and faces me. "What's blue-ball?"

	"When you make me horny as hell and not let me cum."

	"Oh, so kinda like what I did before with the exploring," he
realizes.

	"Yeah." I quickly add, "It's fine though; you didn't know. Plus,
sometimes, blue-balling can be exciting."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Another time Chris, since I don't think we can do anything naughty
anytime soon," I said and kiss him on the cheek. "Anyways, next. If you
ever feel uncomfortable in any way. Tell me. I don't care if it's me or
someone else, you tell me. I will do everything in my power to correct the
wrong."

	"But what if you can't fix it?" he brings up.

	"Psh, nothing's impossible."

	"If you say so...anything else?"

	"Hmm..." How do I put this rule out without him misinterpreting it?
"If, for any chance, you catch me doing something I shouldn't be doing,
confront me ok? Don't run away because there has to be an explanation for
it."

	"Huh? I don't get it..."

	I sigh. There's no easy way around this. "I've read a lot of
stories and watched a lot of movies.  A reoccurring theme is a boyfriend
making out with someone else and his partner catches him in the act."

	"Oh, sort of like cheating on someone..."

	"Yeah, something like that......Listen...I will never do something
as crazy as cheat on you... but, there's always the off chance that
something happens."

	"...Like what?" Chris asks, still confused.

	"Like Brandy for example...I don't know how, but she'll find a way
to break us up. Just remember, I will never betray you ok? If you ever hear
the slightest whisper, come straight to me. Don't

dance around and ask other people; that'll make things worse. Another
example might be when someone else confesses to me and kisses me on the
spot due to lust. And it just so happens that you come running along,
looking for me-"

	"I'd kick the other guy in the balls and grab you away," Chris
bluntly states.

	"Aww...thanks babe...but what if you didn't know the whole story?
Like maybe I was the one who wanted to kiss him," I ask.

	"But you just said that you would never betray me," Chris counters.

	I open my mouth to speak, but can't think of anything to top
that. "...Fair enough..."

	Chris creeps in a smile. I scoff at him, knowing full well that
he's rubbing in his victory.

	"Anyways...one last thing, for now...It's not really a rule, but
more of a promise," I said to get back on topic.

	"What is it?"

	I place my palm where his heart is and recite, "I, Dylan Wolfe,
promise to always love you and protect you. I will cherish every moment we
share together and make every moment special. Whenever you feel trapped in
a pitch black room, I will be your silver lining, guiding you back to the
world of light.  Whenever you fall out of the road, I will pick you up and
carry you the rest of the way. Whenever you feel attacked, I will become
the shield that blocks out all harm. Whenever you feel cold and lonely, I
will be there to keep you warm. Because nothing pains me more than seeing
you sad; your smile alone brings me happiness and strength to continue
loving you and protecting you. I want to be the first person you see think
of every morning, and I want to be the person in your sweet dreams. You are
the love of my life Chris. I want to be with your forever, and nothing in
the universe will make me change my mind...Nothing."

	I remove my hand from his heart and he attacks me with a huge
hug. "...That's the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to me..."

	I feel something wet hit my cheek. Chris lets go of me and I see
his eyes leaking tears of silence.  I reach forward and kiss his tears
away.

	He wipes his nose with his arm. "...Thanks Dylan..."

	"...No problem..." I kiss him on the forehead. "God you're
beautiful...sexy too."

	"...I wish I could be as romantic as you..." he sighs.

	"You already are...remember, it's the small things that count, not
the big, flashy ones."

	"For example?" he whispers.

	Instead of answering him, I kiss him on the forehead and rub his
back.

	"Oh..."

	I chuckle and flip him around. He scoots his butt up to me and I
wrap my arms around his skinny body.

	Yawning, I glance over at the clock. "Fuck Chris...it's 12:00, we
need to sleep..."

	"Yeah..." he yawns, "Good night Dylan...I love you..."

	I reach around and give him his good night kiss on the
forehead. "Love you more...Good night."

	I pull the covers up, making sure that it's covering Chris's
body. Can't have him catching a cold now can we. Feeling satisfied that
Chris is all snuggled and tucked in with me, I close the lamp light and
slowly drift off to sleep.

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Again, I am absolutely sorry about the huge delay. College man...college...

But more importantly, I've finally figured out a pen name :D. I've decided
to use Latin and incorporate a name with the story. For those who don't
know, the name means "Strong Brother." *Cue sudden burst of epiphanies
among the crowd*

Anyways, I'd love to hear feedback. Next time, we finally get to figure out
Caleb's future! Omg!  *fangirl screams*