Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2001 08:54:46 +0000 From: Darren Talbot Subject: gay male/adult youth/ the library chapter 3 The Library, chapter 3 My arm was just under his elbow and laying right on top of his thin, jutting hipbone. I could feel ever inhale, every exhale that he made. The delicate hum of his being against my chest and stomach. He was smiling as his eyes drifted slowly closed. He was asleep in just a few minutes. And inside, I was kicking myself. A boy I hardly knew, only in eighth grade, here to escape a father that used him for sex, and what had I done? Consent or no, this was wrong. And worse, I found that, while my brain was telling me this, my heart was still watching him. His delicate sleep. The way his hair, all disheveled, was framed around his head like a dark halo. His slightly open lips. I was surrounded by his smell. I started to move my arm away from his waist, and he mumbled in his sleep. I whispered "Shh. I'll be right back." And I stood as quietly as I could, but my old knees popped loudly as I rose. I picked up his shirt and draped it over his thin chest as a makeshift blanket, and then stared. My whole being was on fire in a way that it hadn't been since I was fourteen. Since Mort had smiled at me in a way that no other human being ever had, until that moment. I felt love. I walked into my office in the back of the store and sat down in the old chair. It groaned in protest. I leaned my elbow against the desk and propped my hand against my forehead. From where I was sitting, I could just make out one of Josh's feet and the blanket he was laying on, which had come from the closet in my office. I could tell because the closet was open and the basketball was on the floor. I had never been able to figure a way to put that ball in the closet without it coming out whenever the door was opened. I turned to face the desk fully, propping both elbows on it, and resting my whole head in my hands. What had I done? No matter how alive I was feeling, I had just commited a crime. Worse, I had been so overcome by it's doing, that I couldn't stop myself. I had never stolen, never gotten a speeding ticket in all my years, and now this. And just after he'd admitted that he'd been badly used by men. "Daniel?" Came the soft voice, startling me. I hadn't heard him pad in. Turning to see him, wrapped in the blanket and timid, I was struck by his utter beauty as if seeing it for the first time. Without waiting for me to respond, he walked over and sat on my lap, leaning his head against my chest and pulling his feet up onto my legs. He was completely wrapped in the blanket, now, with only his head sticking out. His hair tickled my chin. "I'm so sorry, Josh." Was all I could manage. "For what?" He asked, not lifting his head up. "For doing that to you. I'm so sorry." He lifted his head so that he could look me in the eye, saying "Why are you sorry?" "Because you had just told me that you were here trying to get away from your father..." "When did I say that?" He asked, his face scrunching up some. "Well, when you said that you had to get out of the rain, I guess I figured that you had been out in it becuase.." "Oh." Was all he said, snuggling back down against me with a sigh. "So, you weren't running from your father?" "No." He said, shifting some. The blanket moved out from under him, and his tiny little ass was now sitting against my jeans. "Then what were you doing out in the rain?" "Feeling it." He responded, as though that explained everything. "I don't understand." I said. "Haven't you ever gone out into the rain and just felt it?" He asked, his gentle voice vibrating my chest slightly. I didn't know how to answer that. I hadn't ever, really. Rain here is cold, and comes hard. Being raised a city kid, I guess I'd gotten away from things like that. "No, I haven't." "Oh. You should." "So, if you wanted to be out in it, then why did you have to come in from it?" I asked. I felt him smile against my chest. I felt this, because he smiled with his whole body against me, snuggling in closer, as if trying to burrow into me. I found that I didn't mind the thought at all. "It wasn't dancing with me, anymore. It got too hard, so I came in." "Why my store...and, better, how did you get into my store?" He was quiet for a second in, what I was coming to realize, were the natural pauses he took for everything, then "Promise you won't get mad?" He asked. "I'll try not to, that's all I can promise." He raised his head and looked into my eyes, again, and I melted. The honesty hidden there. The fire. "I come here a lot." "What do you mean? Friday was the first day I'd ever seen you." I said. "But it wasn't the first time I had seen you." He replied, his head cocking to the side a bit. He shifted around, his ass making a wonderful weight against my crotch. He put his legs on either side of my hips. He was straddling me, the blanket tented over most of he and I. "What?" His face lit up with the secret he was about to reveal, "Do you remember two months ago, when you lost your keys? You looked and looked and couldn't find them?" I nodded. I did remember that. "And you had to get a locksmith to come out...but when he got here that next morning, your keys were laying right next to the door, where you dropped them?" I nodded. I remembered how relieved I'd been to not have to pay for new locks on both doors. "You didn't drop them." He said, bringing his thin fingers up out of the blanket to scratch the side of his nose. As he did that, the blanket fell open, and there was his body in all it's perfection. He saw me looking at him, and didn't make any move to cover himself back up. His little cock jumped twice, making a tiny rustling sound against his small nest of black pubic hair. "I don't understand." I said. He giggled, his little ass contracting against my cock, growing swiftly once more. "I took them." "But why?" "I like to read. And it's quiet here, so I can." "But how did you know that this place was quiet..you've never been in here before." As I talked, he shrugged the blanket off and sat there, a carving of ultimate line and form. His belly button was tied outside, so it stuck up some from the flat smoothness of his tummy. His cock was already glistening at the tip. He ran his hand over his chest. I was flexing myself like mad against my zipper. "Yes I have. You just didn't see me. You were having a sale a long time ago, and you were outside, with your back turned. I came in and looked around and then left and you were still outside." "But I would have heard.." "The bell? I grabbed it before it could make any noise. I don't like noise." He said, and reached up to put his fingers on my cheek, his thumb on my lips. "So you had my keys?" "Yes. You didn't drop them, I took them. And then brought them back. I borrowed them." "And did what?" He leaned in to me, rubbing his cock up against my stomach, and put his head on my shoulder, his mouth to my neck. His arms wrapped around my chest. "I made a copy of the front door key and the backdoor key so that I could come here." He said, and lightly kissed my neck. I couldn't help but thrust my hips up at him when he did this. My arms encircled his waist, holding him in place. "So, you come here and stay the night? What do you do all night?" "I read." He said, kissing my neck again. Again I thrusted. My hands were raoming up and down his smooth back. The arch of his shoulderblades. "So, you've been using my shop as an apartment?" I asked. He leaned in closer, lips almost on my neck, and whispered "No. As a library." He said, and started sucking on my neck. I put full strength into holding him against me, and with that thrust, though my pants were still on, I came, moaning so loud I was sure the people in the shop next door heard me. -end chapter 3-