Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2019 23:26:30 +0530 From: sommele korn Subject: When he comes -7 This story is fiction and all usual disclaimers apply to it. This is my first attempt at writing anything so please bear with me if you find an improperly structured sentence or any GE. English is not my native tongue. Feedbacks are always welcome < somerandomguy341@gmail.com > and are important for the continuation of story. I have the story planned, but if I don't receive any responses, then I think my efforts at writing were all in vain. Also please donate to nifty < http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html > to keep the site alive. P.S. I will be busy next week, but will try to update as frequently as possible Chapter 7: My pace Dean had a peaceful night that day, he had thoroughly enjoyed Keith's company and went to sleep looking forward to newer ways he could let the man indulge in him. While Peter and Keith too enjoyed there time together in their house. The two had an intense session of orgasmic plethora. Keith decided not to tell Peter about Dean. It was morning again, the start of a new day, and it would be new for Dean in many ways as he would gradually come to know. "I wonder what we will do today" Dean said as he took bath relaxing himself in the tub. After breakfast he went on with his plan. "You are going there again?" "Yes mom, I told you that Keith is teaching me all sorts of new art-forms. It is interesting and he says that I can come anytime" "That reminds me you never told me what exactly he teaches you" said his mother in an interrogative tone. "Well he does paintings and superhero comics, like anime manga types, and I like to see him working on them. I feel fascinated" "Are you sure you aren't causing him any trouble by this?" "No mom, he said that it is alright, and if I get lucky maybe even I can help him" "Is that so? Then it is fine, but make sure to return home on time" "Yeah I will! See you later" he said as his voice waned away It wasn't long before Dean was at Keith's house. His heart was frenzying, and he was as excited as he was on the first day. The sun was sweltering hot today too but it did little to diminish the teen's blazing enthusiasm. It was a hormonal rush that teens typically have at this age, they become super hyper at the prospect of achieving something that they dearly want or need. And their pretence of normal behaviour does little to mask that unusual enthusiasm. He rang the bell and in a moment Keith opened the door and took the teen in. "I had missed you" Keith said as he hugged Dean and kissed his neck. "I had missed you too" Dean said as he quickly embraced the man. These were pure feelings, there hearts outpouring to each other. It was unlike anything Dean had experienced before as his heart was so full at this point that it could burst. He wanted to be loved by the man and wanted to love him back even more. "Shall we head to my study then?" Keith said "Sure" Dean replied as they glanced each other for a few moments. Words were not needed to know what the other's unspoken gaze meant to say. They reached the study and Dean and Keith sat on the chair. "Want me to draw your portrait?" Keith asked. "That will be great!" Dean exclaimed Keith picked a pencil from the nearby stand and took a white paper from the bundle nearby. "Try to move as little as possible, and just keep looking at me, okay?" The teen nodded. And very carefully Keith looked at Dean, studying his face, making some rough lines on the paper. One could hear the pencil scratching the paper as it made its way, and somehow it felt very satisfying to hear that. Dean sat like that for a couple of minutes. Although Keith was nearly done, he still took his time, rather playfully to see how long teen would last. "Is it done yet?, I have to pee" the teen said in an exasperated voice. "Not yet, don't move" commanded Keith enjoying the displeasure teen was in. "Hey!, you aren't even drawing anything!" exclaimed Dean Keith burst into laughter and said that he was done quite some time ago. Dean rushed to use the bathroom. "That was not fair" the teen exclaimed with child-like innocence as he returned Keith pulled the teen closer and gave him a long kiss. "Maybe this will make things fair" he said. "That will do" Dean slyly replied as he bought his arms around Keith's neck and kissed him. "Stop!" Keith said as he reluctantly pushed Dean away, "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to hold" "What is the need to?" Dean whispered, "Don't you want to make love to me?" he said seductively. "That I do" Keith said, "But we need time and space for each other more than love at this point, trust me" Keith said with an unusual compassion commanding his voice "I trust you" Dean said "Then don't you wanna see your portrait" "I totally forgot that, let me look!" Dean said excitedly as Keith handed him the paper. "Cool!, it looks just like me" "Albeit a bit comical" he added afterwards. "Well, that is how it is" "Hey Dean, now that we are free I want you to have a look at these drafts of stories for me and pick up which one I should try to draw next" "Is it okay for me? I don't think I have what it takes to.." "It is alright, just do it. I know you can, that way perhaps this magazine would also appeal to younger audience members" he said. "I will try my best" And so it was, for an hour or two the teen went through the rough drafts of stories and characters Keith made him look and occasionally he would come up with his own ideas, and then that idea would be further extended upon by Keith. The two became so involved that neither seemed to have noted the time. It happens, sometimes, that when you are so engrossed in something or someone, the concept of time loses its relevance. It is our own parallel universe that we are in during that, where time doesn't even exist and Keith and Dean were presently right there. It was Dean who actually noted that he was hungry. "Shoot, it is 2:30 already" he cried "Ahhh, I forgot all about it" "You must be hungry right?" Dean nodded "Then should we go out? Or do you wanna eat something here?" "I wanna eat something you will make for me" "Is that so? Or do you really want a payback for that portrait thing?" Keith asked playfully "No, it is just that I want it from you. You make really good food" Dean said bashfully. Keith patted the teen's head and ruffled his hair, "Well, let me see what I can do" Keith said as he went to fridge and found out that they were out of groceries. "Looks like we would have to go grocery for that" "Then we should go" Dean said excitedly. "Well, we have to otherwise I wouldn't be able to make even dinner" "Let me make the list first, it is a waste if I forget something important" he said as he took a sticky note lying on the refrigerator and began to jot things down on couch. Dean kept looking him with affection. Keith was murmuring and writing things when he felt an arm embrace him. Keith held the teen's hands and made him sit between his legs pressing his lips against the teen's neck. "You are so hot Dean" "I just might give you a love bite if you keep doing this" "By all means" Dean said slightly giggling as he writhed his body in pleasure. "You are so precious that I would feel bad having a mark on you" "But that would make me yours, won't it?" "You already are mine" Keith said as he snuggled into the teen. "Well, let us be off" Keith said "But hasn't Peter already taken the car?" Dean asked as they came outside the house. "Don't worry, we have a bike for our little detour" Keith said It was blazing hot outside and to add it was afternoon. The sun was as hot as it was a day before, birds chirping and a blue sky gazing up to infinity and beyond. Dean sat in the back while Keith started the bike and they were off. Mild breeze gently touched the teen's face as he sat in the back adjusting himself. He saw Keith's back and tightly clenched his shirt from behind. Keith shifted the mirror to see the teen at the back and gave him a smile. It was unreal for Dean to be filled with such ecstasy and to spend time like this with the man that he first admired and now loved more than anything. Dean was quick to note that the way for the grocery was the left one as they took right. He looked at Keith through mirror who looked back and lipped "A short detour". Dean knew that Keith was enjoying the ride as much as he was and he felt at ease as the man continued to take him to strange roads, through a place full of skyscrapers, through a thick canopy of trees, to a barren land on either side, the mild wind gently blowing the teen's hair all the while, when finally, they reached grocery store. To be continued.... And as usual, feel free to motivate me in any way you can at < somerandomguy341@gmail.com >