Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 00:33:10 +0800
From: kkrimson
Subject: Singing Hearts chapter 4

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--- Open Your Mouth

	"Sah-sah-saaaaaaaaaaaah."

	"Open your mouth wider," Andre was pacing in front of me, comically
wielding some sort of rod in his left hand. "Again," he added.

	"Sah-sah-saaaaaaaaaaah - this sucks!" I let out a frustrated
breath. It has been nearly half an hour since I started my vocal exercises.

	"Peter! You promised your mom, remember? I don't want to punish
you, but you leave me no choice...," Andre trailed off as he stopped pacing
and stood before me.

	"Oh yeah, like you would that," I challenged him, making fierce eye
contact with his equally fierce cerulean eyes. It astonished me that those
ordinarily playful orbs can actually hold such fire.

	"Are you challenging me?" he asked accusingly. "Do you think you
can handle me?"

	"And you think you can handle me?" I retorted.

	"Hn," he scoffed. He smiled wryly, crossing his arms while never
letting go of the rod. "Wanna bet?" he added, sounding so confident.

	"Come at me then," I answered, trying to match, if not outdo, his
bravado.

	He stepped closer towards me slowly like a lioness stalking its
prey except for the fact that the prey in this room was very much aware of
the lioness' presence. I stood my ground, showing him that I was not
afraid. He unnervingly uncrossed his arms, the rod looking very dangerous
as he gripped on it tighter. However, my resolve did not swoon. I was a
prey that knew how to fight back more than how to run away. The severely
narrow distance between us finally closed in to just five inches before he
stopped in his tracks.

	"Now," he seemingly growled. "Open your mouth wider or else."

	"Or else what?" As soon as I said that, my eyes balled and lost its
intensity while he broke eye contact by closing his own.

	To my surprise and delight, he kissed me deeply, sucking the
strength out of my breath. He had his right hand on the back of my neck,
pulling me into him. I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. My strong
resolve vanished as he went for the kill. Seconds later, he withdrew,
leaving me with a much disheveled look. My mop of hair was a mess at the
back. He gently removed his hand and made eye contact once more. He looked
a bit dissapointed from my lack of participation, but he still managed to
flash me a contented look.

	"Or else that," he said as he smiled contentedly.

	He looked a bit surprised when I finally smirked. "Is that all you
got?" I mockingly questioned. It was time for the prey to fight back.

	This time, it was his wide open eyes that gave me satisfaction. I
had both my hands on either side of his face, pulling him into a deep and
passionate kiss. He smirked under my attacking lips and fought back. The
rod fell from his left hand as he held my waist while the distance between
us was gone. I could feel his rock hard dick pressing on my own stiffening
shaft. This was a new feeling for both of us. Our tongues battled for
dominance at first, but found their rhythm soon enough. He pulled me; his
hands pressing hard into my ass through my tight black pants. I lost my
balance and we both fell on his bed with me under him. The need for air
finally broke our heated session.

	We were both panting, looking deep into each other's eyes. He
smiled and I smiled back at him. His eyes were pretty much dazed and I
guess mine were, too. Then and there, I could read every emotion deep
within him. I knew this boy on top of me was genuine and not just too good
to be true. I knew, from the bottom of my heart, that I loved him. He
finally rolled off of me and we lay side by side while his right arm rested
on my tummy. He looked up at the ceiling while I looked at him. Having
caught my breath, I spoke.

	"How's that, lioness?"

	"Lioness?" he questioned as he stared back at me.

	"Oh, I was just imagining you as some sort of predator..."

	"...and you, my prey," he finished off, smiling even wider.

	"Not an easy catch for dinner, huh?"

	"Worth it." We both laughed at that. "Damn, you just smell so
delicious," he added in between giggles.

	"You like it?" I asked.

	"What is that?"

	"Strawberry. And I think I smell delicious, too." I turned to my
side facing Andre and let him take his right arm off my belly. I was almost
in fetal position with my left hand under my head as I looked up at his
face. He looked beautiful.

	His hair covered part of his face as he looked back at me. Despite
the dim lit room, I could see my own reflection in his eyes. It was like I
was being pulled into a deep ocean full of unknowns, but his gentle and
curious smile gave me enough strength to risk everything in that moment and
just let myself drown. His pale cheeks were adorned with a slight blush
that crossed over the bridge of his nose. I felt my heart slowly coming at
ease as I took in this wonderful masterpiece of a human.

	"Strawberry? Isn't that supposed to be girly?" he said, amused.

	"Well. It's not, is it?" I looked deep into his eyes, preparing
myself to ask something that has been bugging me since earlier today.
"Hey. Andre. What..."

	"Boys, come down for dinner!" Charlie's voice from downstairs cut
me off.

	"Hm?" Andre didn't seem to mind his dad calling.

	"Never mind. I'm hungry," I said as I pushed myself up and off the
bed. Andre followed shortly.

	We were at the kitchen table waiting for dinner to be served. As it
turned out, Charlie ordered some Chinese food. I didn't hate Chinese
cuisine as long as it had nothing to do with vegetables.

	"So, you boys getting along well?" he asked as he handed me my
chopsticks.

	"Yeah, dad," Andre answered for both of us. "But Peter just won't
follow my advice for his vocal training." I eyed him warningly and he just
grinned at me while digging into his dinner.

	"You must be a bad teacher if your student doesn't follow you,''
Charlie suggested. I sent Andre a look that said 'Hah!' to which he just
answered 'Whatever' with his own eyes.

	Charlie looked amused at our telepathic exchanges. "You read each
other's minds now?"

	We both looked at him and he just laughed. Dinner was over soon and
Charlie took care of the empty food boxes and used chopsticks. He said we
could watch TV as long as we don't stay up too late. It was only 8:00 pm.

	We tuned in to a music channel and Andre started singing which got
me laughing hysterically. He was awfully imitating the singer in the music
videos. He was dancing to the tune as well in front of the TV and
me. Charlie peeked in from the kitchen and just smiled at his son's
antics. One song that played was Lady Gaga's "You and I" and I swear that
Andre did the most horrible impersonation with that. No, he wasn't
imitating Lady Gaga. He was copying the 'bad boy' who smoked and drank
while Lady Gaga sang her part. It was just so funny the way Andre jerked
his body and threw his arms around and puffed nonexistent smoke into the
air.

	At around 9:00 pm, we went back to Andre's room. His room, unlike
every other boy's room - my own included - was neat. It had a single bed
right beside a window that overlooked their front yard. The sheets were
plain blue and a lamp stand was beside his bed. The walls were painted dark
blue. He must've liked blue a lot. Except for an Xbox and TV on one side of
the room, there were no other notable things around. Well, they did just
buy this house so it actually made sense that he only had a few things for
now.

	"Peter, you can sleep on this mattress. I'm sorry we don't have any
sleeping bag around and Andre's bed can only accommodate one. I actually
didn't expect any sleepovers for a while."

	Charlie moved in a white mattress with some sheets and a pillow as
he entered the room. "But I think it's good that Andre made friends
quickly," he added.

	"Thanks Charlie," I said and gave him a genuine smile. He ruffled
my hair and left the room.

	I set up the mattress beside Andre's bed and placed my overnight
bag right beside that. The mattress looked comfortable enough to sleep in
without giving me any back pain in the morning.

	"Your dad's cool," I said to Andre as I sprawled my sheets.

	"Yeah," he answered while he sat on the bed watching me do all the
work. "And besides..." he trailed off, considering on whether to continue
or not.

	"And besides..?" I urged him to finish.

	"He knows." It was a pretty vague answer, but I could rightly
guess. My eyes widened a bit at the realization. "Don't worry. He's cool
with it," Andre added as if he knew what was on my mind.

	"You mean, he knows about...what we did?" I was urged to say
something else, but held onto it.

	"No. He knows that I like you. That I have a crush on you."

	"And he's cool with that?" I was kneeling on my makeshift bed with
my pillow on my lap.

	"Yeah. He actually wanted me to talk to you about it. Remember the
car ride to KFC?" I nodded.

	"He wanted to ask you if I told you already."

	I blushed at that instant. Andre's father knew that his son liked
me and even urged him to confess to me. And he wanted to know my opinion on
that. While he was looking so amused during that time, I was damn oblivious
to his plot.

	"So...What did you tell him," I asked, referring to what he told
Charlie after I was dropped off at my house.

	"Well, after that peck on your cheek, he pretty much figured it
out."

	"And did you tell him that I like you back?"

	"I guess he knows already. I mean, we still remained
friends. Others would have punched the hell out of me if I did that peck on
the cheek." He seemed thoughtful for a moment. "Oh, and, he's a
psychologist."

	His father was a psychologist. The one who asked people "and how do
you feel about that?" He read peoples' minds and I had no doubt he read
mine as well. I don't know anything about reading minds, but I thought that
it was reasonable enough for his father to do just that. It was no wonder
why he had that knowing look in his eyes every time I stared at him.

	"So does that mean he knows you...like boys?" I couldn't bring
myself to say the word gay. I was closeted long enough to believe that the
word connotes ill meaning for most people.

	"That I'm gay? He's never talked to me about that but I know he
knows." Andre didn't have the same trouble as I did.

	"Wow. You're really lucky." It was true. I envied how Charlie
tolerated his son being a non-conformist to social norms and all. Well, he
was not just tolerant, but also accepting as he obviously loved Andre
nevertheless. I still couldn't even bring myself to think that I'm
normal. Except for accepting the fact that I like boys, the true sense of
being gay never occurred to me.

	"You mean your parents don't know?" Andre shifted on his bed.

	"They might disown me if I suddenly came out. My brother's pretty
normal and I'm sure they don't want one of their sons acting out as...I
don't know. Gay." I looked down to my pillow, saddened by my own thoughts.

	"You won't know until you tell them." Andre hung his legs over the
side of his bed.

	"And I won't get disowned, either." I heard the rustling of feet
over my mattress and saw Andre kneeling to face me. He lifted my face so as
to look me in the eyes. He had that fire in him again.

	"Listen," he started. "Nothing is wrong with being who we are. We
shouldn't care on what others think. If they do care, they should just care
to show us that they accept us for who we are: that we are, in fact, human
like them; that we live in this same world as they do; that we have
feelings like they do. Nothing is ever wrong with that."

	He sounded so mature and convincing, but I still wasn't brave
enough to believe in those words. Or maybe I wasn't mature enough yet to
come into terms with who I really am.

	"My father told me that. That's how I knew that he knew," he added
as he removed his hand from my chin.

	Andre stood up and approached the door. "I'm gonna take a shower,"
he said as he left the room.

	I stayed in the same position, kneeling on my mattress. I was
dumbfounded by Andre's sudden shift to maturity. I contemplated on what he
told me. It really bothered me to think of the possibility of getting
disowned if my parents knew what...who I really am. They would certainly be
ashamed of me. Kyle would definitely beat me up and push me around, denying
his relationship with me. He would be the worst bully in my life. School
would be a lot worse. Luke, Dillan, Casey, Evan and Patrick would never be
my friends again. I'd be known as the 'gay boy' and nothing more. I might
end up considering suicide after leaving some note to them. I gulped at the
thought. I decided not to tell them...yet.

	Andre went back in, dressed in just his boxers and a white shirt. I
felt something harden in my pants. I was getting a hard on just from
looking at him like that. His dick seemed flaccid seeing that his boxers
didn't have any tent near his crotch. His hair was damp and stuck to the
sides of his face. It also pointed in all possible directions. His lips
were redder from before and his skin looked so soft. Overall, he looked
really hot.

	He looked at me and smiled. I might have been gawking all that
time. I shook my head and tried to regain my normal thoughts.

	"Like what you see?" he asked.

	"No I don't. What makes you think that?" I asked him, avoiding eye
contact as much as possible. I was glad that I still had the pillow on my
lap so as to hide my erection. I didn't want Andre to think of me as a
perv.

	"Well, you've been staring at me for quite a while. You know, it's
okay Peter. I won't hold it against you if you like staring at my awesome
body all the time," he said as he moved closer to where I was. I couldn't
tell if he was teasing me or not. All I could ever do was avoid looking at
his crotch and hope that my ever persistent erection would go away.

	He kneeled again in front of me, holding my gaze and making me fall
under his spell. I couldn't look away. He had me where he wanted me and I
liked being there. In a swift motion, he reached for the pillow and threw
it over to his bed. I knew then that my erection was quite visible as it
formed an unusual tent in my tight pants.

	"I see what we have here," he said softly as he closed the distance
between our faces and sealed it with a kiss.

	I leaned back on my 'bed' as I held on Andre's shoulders, opening
my legs and pulling him down with me. He crawled on top of me and crossed
his other leg to my side, straddling my hips with his knees. He deepened
the kiss and moved his body closer to me. I could feel his own erection
through his thin boxers and I could only feel mine get harder. I squeezed
his shoulders gently, pulling him deeper into me. I could feel the flood of
emotions rush through me as we sucked each other's lips and moaned
deeply. We struggled to keep it quiet, but Andre's moans sounded so much
louder in my ears. I could never forget how sweet and sexy that sounded.

	Andre stopped exploring my mouth and went a bit farther down to my
chin and started sucking. I laid my head back, allowing him full access to
my neck as he gently sucked on that as well.

	"Not...ahh...not so much, Andre. It'll show," I said in between my
pleasurable moans. I never had any kiss marks before, but I knew how to get
one from so many hours spent on reading stuff on the internet. And I also
overheard some of the guys from school talking about it.

	"Sorry," he whispered as he kissed me gently on the side of my
lips. He never stopped there, though.

	Andre's hands slowly made its way under my shirt, pulling it up
over my chest and denying any protest from me by once again locking our
lips. His touch burned on my skin as it made its way from my tummy up to my
chest. He lingered most on my nipples, forming circles with his thumbs. I
felt them getting hard under his careful manoeuvres. I was so deep in so
much lust to ever bother with reason why this should stop.

	Carefully, as though practiced, Andre's left hand reached for the
hem of my pants. He quickly unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped it. He reached
the elastic on my boxers and I could feel his burning touch just right
above my groin. It was then that reason got the best of me.

	"Andre!" I shouted as I instantly broke our kiss.

	Andre looked at me with his half-lidded eyes while he panted. I was
panting myself, but I managed to look him straight in the eyes without so
much of a daze. I was scared and looked for some answers or comfort in his
clouded orbs.

	"Peter," he whispered, a bit shaky from the realization. "I'm
sorry, Peter," he added as he quickly got off of me.

	Andre sat on my mattress with his back facing me as he buried his
face in his hands. I slowly pushed myself off the mattress and sat as
well. I reached out to him, gently tapping on his shoulders. He must have
been really scared as he withdrew from my touch.

	"Andre," I whispered as I shifted closer to him.

	"Oh god. Peter, I'm sorry. I just...I...If you hate, it's..."

	"Sshh," I cut him off as I once again reached out to him. This
time, he didn't move away. I pulled him into a hug and let him burry his
face in my chest. He was on the verge of crying before, but soon let out a
quiet sob. I rubbed his back and held him for God knows how long.

	"Peter, I'd understand if you hate me now. I didn't know what came
over me," he mumbled in my wrinkled shirt.

	"Andre, I could never hate you. I didn't know what came over me as
well, but I know that I'm still not ready for...that. I'm scared, Andre," I
wistfully admitted.

	I didn't know how sex worked between two boys. I knew only as far
as what I learned in sex ed. That didn't cover this whole make out
session. I was so scared of what might happen had I not stop Andre from
venturing farther down my boxers.

	"I'm scared, too, Peter," he said as he withdrew his face from my
chest and looked at me with unsure eyes.

	"We both are. I just...don't want to lose everything we have now
because of something we're not yet ready to do. I want us to work on things
first, to go our own pace for now," I told him.

	"Yeah. I'd like that. You mean so much to me Peter. I don't want to
lose you," he whispered as he hesitantly got closer to me. I didn't back
away. I was sure where this was headed and I could only feel safe.

	We kissed for the umpteenth time that day, but this kiss was so
much different. It wasn't hungry and needy. It was just gentle and
sweet. And for the first time in my life, I trusted someone with all my
heart. Andre might have gone much too far than I expected earlier, but he
managed to remove all of my doubts with a single kiss. I trusted him, and I
could only hope the same from him. And I'd bet on my life that this kiss
was the best I've had yet. It didn't take long for us to break the
spell. We were both tired from all the emotions that surfaced earlier

	Andre smiled and I returned the gesture. He stood up and moved to
his bed while I rummaged my overnight bag for my toothbrush. I asked where
the bathroom was and proceeded with my business. Later inside, I found out
that my erection had long since left me without me knowing. Well, that was
one less problem to take care of.

	Back in Andre's room, I fixed my sheets and lied down. I felt
comfortable enough sleeping in only my boxers as what Andre suggested.

	"It's awfully cold tonight," I heard Andre say. I was staring at
the ceiling, thinking.

	"Yeah." Silence loomed for a few seconds. "These sheets are really
warm, though."

	"Do you know what would be warmer?" I heard him shift on his bed.

	"What?" I had my arms under my head and was feeling rather
comfortable under my sheets.

	"Body heat," he said flatly. "My bed's big enough for both of us if
we cuddled."

	I giggled at his suggestion. "You think so?"

	"Wanna bet?" he leaned over the side of his bed, looking at me.

	I didn't answer and just got up from my mattress. Andre moved to
the left side of the bed as I went under his blanket. He, too, went under
the covers. It was rather cramped on his bed, but after a few shifting and
getting used to, it somehow felt comfortable.

	Andre had his left arm around my waist while I rested my right hand
on his chest. We were face to face, smiling gently at each other. We both
felt contented and relaxed. I sighed as I closed my eyes.

	"So..." I opened my eyes to look at him. "What are we now?"

	"What do you mean?" he asked, obviously puzzled.

	"I like you and you like me back. What does that make of us?"

	"You mean like boyfriends or something?" he asked and I nodded. "I
guess we are."

	"You're just guessing?" For a second there, I felt my heart
tighten. He smiled gently and moved his hand under my chin. Then, as if in
slow motion, he chased the worry out of me with a gentle kiss.

	"No, I'm not," he said after we broke the kiss. "I think I'm in
love with you, actually."

	"You're still guessing," I said, pouting.

	"Peter Oates, I love you," he said softly; his eyes affirmed this
to be true.

	"I love you, too, Alexander Fredenham," I replied as I cuddled
closer to him and buried my face in his chest. He pulled me closer and I've
never felt so warm in my entire life.

----End of Chapter 3----

P.S. The next chapter would probably be longer, I hope. Expect some
conflicts between the characters, with new ones appearing and some
disappearing. Also, there would be a lot of 'firsts' in the succeeding
chapter. It'll be the dawn of some youthful discoveries! Well, have a great
day, all of you! *smiley here*