Greetings to all!
Reading other people's texts made think, and desire to write too. Fairy Tales does include some graphic sex scenes--despite these, Fairy Tales concerns true love, the ways to a special someone, delights and fears, relationships, Life. If you are searching for a sex-related text, maybe you will need to leave.
The events which occur are not real, neither are the characters.
Keep in mind Fairy Tales is a first attempt at writing: please do not be too critical while reading, especially since English is not my native language--though I do think constructive criticism, comments, questions may help me. Please email me at tomboychickamazone@hotmail.com. It is if you email me that I will be able to write a good text and story.
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W A R N I N G: This story contains adult themes and sexual relations between people of the same gender. If you are under legal age to read this story or otherwise object to the content listed above, please do not continue. Thank you.

F a i r y T a l e s

" ' P i l l o w ' * T a l k "

The Woods' apartment,
Kay's room,
Saturday Night:

Someone knocked on the door. "Kay, may I speak to you? Paris too."

Kay broke his kiss with Paris as he came for air. "Enter, Ky."

Ky slightly opened the door, peeked into the room before stepping in. "It's Mom: she asks if Paris is coming home with us tomorrow."

"Please say 'yes' Paris," immeadiately pleaded Kay, wild with his mother's idea.

Paris slightly tightened his embrace. "Sorry Kay: I will be working on a few things tomorrow... it's classwork. Maybe... another day?"

"Will 'pretty please with some cream & a cherry & little kisses with more deep kisses' reason you?"

Paris laughed lightly. He percieved Kay's spicy-scented eau de cologne as he embraced him. "It's a caprice from a sweet Angel who does not want to be reasonable," he said, close to his ear.

Kay kissed him, his lips locked on Paris'. He lightly stroke the spiky hair on his nape. "Sweetheart," he whispered close to his lips, "I love you, love you so deeply, so madly."

Paris pressed him closer into him.

They stayed embraced together, happy, not realising Ky was gone, mute, till Paris kissed Kay lightly on the lips. He searched into his stoneblind icy blue eyes as if they still held Kay's emotions--or so he believed. Kay's eyes expressed Love. "Dazzling crysal eyes...," he whispered, to himself.

"I was a teardrop fallen from an angel's eye," Kay responded softly.

"I feel... it's as if Life changed into a fairy tale. A real fairy tale."

"With sparkling glitters glimmering." Kay's eyes gleamed.

"The truth is, it's you who is a real fairy tale, 'with sparkling glitters glimmering'. The reason Life is a fairy tale is you. You." Kay's eyes became watery. "Sweet Angel..."

Kay rested his head on Paris' chest, pressing himself more into Paris.

"Kay?"

"Mmm?"

He breathed before speaking: "I guess from the way the people close to you, from the way they act with you, the way they love you--I guess they are really close to accept who you are."

"When you say 'the people close to you', does it mean West, along with my parents?"

"Yeah..."

Kay lifted his head to kiss Paris' cheek. "We love each other."

"You still loved each other even when you came out."

Kay lightly giggled. "Who needs to 'come out' when people close to them knew the whole thing?"

"They knew?" Paris repeated.

"Mmm hmm," Kay nodded. "Since we were little. Silly silly things made them guess, especially Ky's repeated male crushes." His lips drew a grin.

"They so easily accepted you?"

"Yes, even if Mom said she and Dad made some research to realise what homosexuality truly means."

"They really love you."

"Mmm hmm. I guess things were not the same with you?" He pressed himself some more into Paris, as he kept stroking his hair.

A tear dampened Paris' cheek, falling onto Kay's (cheek). "They are so detached from me. It's really sad..." Kay lifted his head to kiss Paris' lips. It was sweet and gentle.

"I'll always be with you, Paris. Always there--" he put his hand on Paris' chest, where he felt his heartbeat "--with you."

Paris hugged Kay closer to him. "Sweet, sweet Angel..." He lifted Kay's head, gently raising his chin with his hand, searched those icy blue eyes. "...They're so hypnotic..."

"It's a pity they're useless," Kay responded sarcastically.

"Still..." Paris covered his boyfriend's lips with his.

Kay was straddling Paris' lap, with him sitting on the bed. He gasped, arching his back, when Paris slipped his hand beneath the black v-neck to stroke his back, sending him shivers. Paris tongue slipped through his parted lips, before they broke the kiss. He nibbled the skin on Paris' neck as Paris kissed his, still lightly stroking his arched back. There was a change in his breating. He embraced Paris as tight as it was possible for him to, pressing himself into him, tasting his skin, shivering from the stroking. His legs locked Paris' waist. His tool was really hard, imprisoned into his trousers, crushed against Paris' crotch.

"Kay...," Paris whispered close to his ear, feeling he was getting carried away. "Kay?"

Kay, still tasting Paris' skin, thrust into him, exploding.

Paris felt his boyfriend's tool softened and knew what happened: "Kay?"

"?"
The expression on his face was complete confusion has tried to catch his breath.

Paris grinned. "You are too cute," he whispered.

Kay flushed crimson as he pulled away from Paris, feeling his crotch area was all wet.

He stood, his legs a little weak. Paris lightly grasped his hip forestalling his fall.

Kay went to his closet to get a pair jeans, no briefs: he was always nude beneath his clothings, as they--the men from his family--were. Or so it was till he began dating Paris: wearing thongs made him feel sexy, especially for his boyfriend. It was an idea from Ky, who wore some occosionally.

"I'll be changing, don't leave..." Kay still felt embarassed.

"Okay. I guess it means I won't be there when you change?"

Kay giggled. "Aye!"

"'Aye' I'll be there or 'Aye' I won't?"

"Not there..." He shook his head, closing the closet door and giggling, then walking into the bathroom.

When he came into the room, Paris was still lying on the bed.

"Paris?" he called.

"Still here," Paris responded as he came to embrace him. He kissed him lightly on the lips. "Sweet Angel," he said as he ruffled his hair. "Sweet, Sweet Angel..."

Paris cuddled Kay, holding him with his strong arms. He was sitting on the bed with his back leaning on the wall, Kay's pressed on his chest, between his legs, completely wrapped into him.

"Sweetheart?"

"Mmm?" He was stroking Kay's fair hair.

Kay lifted his head so that Paris was able to look into his eyes. "You still don't want to sleep with me tonight?" He gave him a pleading-and-searching-into-your-eyes-for-pity-or-caring-feeling look, even if he was stoneblind. Ky use to make him pratice a diversity of looks when they were little.

Something stirred within Paris when he gazed into his icy blue eyes. He tightly pressed Kay into him, even if he knew he was delicatly fragile. He wanted to hold him so strongly against him, he wanted to kiss him, kiss his lips, his body, his belly button, his rosebud, and he wanted to make love to him, deeply, gently, he wanted to fill him with his Love, he wanted him to feel good, always--and he felt pleased with himself to make Kay come with kisses and a light stroking on his back, nothing more. He felt possessive too, thrilled with the idea that he was Kay's first, Kay's unique Love. He pressed Kay tighter into him.

"You are the sweetest Love I was given on Earth," he whispered, with tears watering his eyes. "I love you, so so deeply, so madly... I really want to sleep with you, each night, holding you tighly against me. I want you to feel good with me, always with me, close to me. I feel so in love with you..."

Kay scarcely breathed, wrapped with Paris' whole body. He gave him another look, not premeditated, expressing mixed feelings between Love, trust, happiness... "Kiss me Paris?"

With quivering lips, Paris obliged, soflty and tenderly.

They stayed together some more till Kay fell asleep on him, with his head resting on his chest.

He appeared so peaceful.

Paris took him in his arms, laying him on his bed. He kissed him lightly on the lips, before he went to get West or Ky.

'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'

The Woods' apartment,
The living room,
Still Saturday night:

West was in the living, sitting on the sofa, reading. He raised his head when he heard Paris come.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes. Kay is asleep, still fully clothed."

West marked his page before he stood. "Okay. Will you please help me strip him?"

"Will do."

The Woods' apartment,
Kay's bedroom,
Still Saturday night:

West opened the closet door and pulled some dark blue pyjamas, that he put on the bed.

"Kay has asked me to sleep with me."

West gave no immediate response.

"He does not mean 'sex': it's more 'cuddling'."

"You said 'no'?" They were stripping him completely before they slipped his pyjamas on him.

"I said 'maybe': depends what you say."

West breathed before he whispered: "Paris, I think you are a great guy, especially with Kay. I feel happy he has somebody that's acutally you more than another guy. Still--" he emphasized the word "--he is a sweet little boy discovering Life, ...'a stranger in the world'."

"Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act I, scene 2: 'my child is yet a stranger in the world' says Lord Capulet to Paris," remarked Paris.

"Lord Woods 'd not be as open." Paris stayed mute. "Please lift Kay so I can pull the covers... there."

They observed him sleeping, with his chest slightly raising when he breathed.

"He is a sweet little boy, who is doing things, with you..."--there was a small redish mark on Paris' neck, a hickey, he stared at--"...It's... shocking."

"Sweet little boys change to men."

"...It's true they change."

Paris kissed Kay's cheek. "I will be leaving. Sleep tight, Angel. Good night, West."

'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'

The Woods' apartment,
Kay's bedroom,
Sunday Morning:

"Chéri, choose between the grey wooly turtleneck, or a black long-sleeved cotton tee..." Ky searched clothes for Kay, drawing the pieces of clothing from his closet.

Kay was sitting on the bed, Indian style. "The wooly turtleneck: it's warm and soft."

"Okay. So the grey 'softly warm' wooly turtle neck along with...," he hesitated as he folded the black tee, laying it neatly on more long-sleeved tee, "...these darker grey trousers."

Since they were little, he used to choose Kay's clothes. As they grew, he ordered them, each sort separated: formal, sportwear, everyday's, sleeveless, long-sleeved, v-necks, turtlenecks, trousers, pants, cargos, jeans, etc., so if Kay chose his clothes, he knew what he chose. The clothes were either dark blue, grey, or black, with a few white: the colors fit together.

Spike from the corner where his blanket was spread, observed the scene.

"Here." Kay took the clothes from Ky, laying them close to him, on his left. He slipped his robe off.

"Ky?"

"Mmm?" He drew ankle socks from the closet's drawer.

Kay pulled his wooly turtleneck on. "Does Fate exists?"

Ky took black sportshoes, cut beneath the ankle. "Here." He came to sit on the bed, close to Kay, putting the shoes on the floor. "You mean if I believe Fate exists?"

"Yes, among other things..."

"I feel it's easy to believe Fate exists, as the good, or the not so good, that happens, is not the people's responsibility--accuse Fate."

"Then Paris, who loves me, may love another man, someday."

"Then Paris 'd be a real looser." Ky stood, leaving the bedroom to the bathroom.

Kay slipped his shoes on.

"Assuming Fate does exist, then its aim is more as a whole than single: associated to the universe. Humans, creatures, they are pawns to its goal." He stood, leaning on the doorway, as he held a comb with a hair band. "Let me style your hair into a (short) French braid."

"Okay."

Ky came to sit on the bed. "Fate is an idea that fills me with fear: it means something has absolute control on you, killing Freedom hopes. Fate enslaves people."

Kay stayed still, till Ky finished.

"There," he said attaching Kay's hair.

Kay beamed.

Somebody knocked on the door.

"Who 'tis?" asked Ky.

"West," whispered Kay (he knew the way West knocked on doors) as West responded "It's me", as he opened the door.

Ky stood. "Please West, let Kay or me say you may enter before you do."

"Sweet thing--" West called Ky "--there is nothing, no reason to be prude with me."

Ky stayed mute, crossing his arms.

"Let's leave."

"Here, Spike," called Kay. The golden retriever came immediately to him.

'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'~'*'

The Interesting Questions:

Paris says he has classwork to do, so he can't come to meet Kay's parents. Is he honest? Or does he lie, feeling it is too soon to meet them?

West doesn't want his sweet little brother to change into a man, it's "shocking". Is he going to admit Kay is changing, or keep the idea Kay is still a sweet little boy who needs him?