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I was listening to Dancing Queen while writing this so blame that for any following `gayness'.
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I woke at about 5:30am, turning to my side I saw Noah's face illuminated by the moon. He was so beautiful, I wonder if he knows that? I suppose I should get up, it's early but then again, we did go to sleep early. "Hey... Noah...", I whisper into the near darkness. No reply. I gently pat his arm as I call his name. Nope, he's dead to the world. God, he sleeps like a rock. I love that, I'm the same.
Thinking to seize the moment I slip out of bed and throw on some underwear. Heading downstairs I turn on the stovetop, take out some flour, eggs, milk, butter, salt and sugar. I'm not sure how to make pancake batter so I pull up a basic recipe. Ok so, sift the flour and salt into a bowl and mix well, done. Add sugar and mix in, done. Add the melted butter, milk, eggs and mix until smooth. That looks good right? Well it looks like shit but so does most food before its done.
I get out the frying pan and add a small bit of butter to grease it up, greasing something up for Noah. Wait, erections can get more erect? Focus Sean!
I pour two four-inch circles into the pan and start the cooking, ten minutes later I made too much pancakes, five four by ½ inch pancakes each. Screw it. Deciding to try make the pancakes perfect I put the little square of butter on top and maple syrup seeping through each layer of porous, fluffy goodness. I put the two plates on a tray with two glasses of orange juice and make the balancing act that is walking up the stairs.
I poke my head in the door to make sure he's still unconscious, he is. I creep into the room and place the tray on the bedside table next to him and climb on top of him, kissing him all over his face I see that beautiful smile creep across that Adonis-like face. "Get up, I know you're awake". He opened his eyes and stared into mine. "Hey handsome", I said to him. "Hey beautiful", he said back. "What's that smell?", was his next sentence. The pleasant look on his face made me proud of my cuisine skill. "I made us breakfast", as soon as the words left my mouth his eyes widened in anticipation. "Really?", he asked, part excitement, part love, part curious. "Yep, I got up half an hour ago and a nuke couldn't wake you, so I thought I'd do the honours."
He glanced at the tray next to him and his smile widened. "I LOVE PANCAKES!", he yelled, nearly rupturing my ears. "Who doesn't?", I said, only half paying attention. Seeing him so happy was almost intoxicating. I picked up the tray and placed it on his lap, me sitting next to his legs, facing him. Talking as we ate. I noticed for the first time since we met that I could tell him my deepest secrets (not yet though) and feel no regret. He was just so, just so... amazing? Unbelievable? One of a kind?... Perfect.
"What do you love?", I asked looking for more insight into him. "You.", he responded instantly, lovingly. I couldn't help but get a goofy smile on my face. "No, I mean what are you passionate about?". I corrected. "Oh well, art is what comes to mind." I love art, but I'm no good at it. I like to think of myself as a budding photographer though. "Really? What kind of art?" I asked, genuinely intrigued. Usually when someone talks about their passions I zone out, but Noah seemed to possess the ability to make any subject interesting. I reckon if you gave him an easel and paintbrush he'd become the Prince of The Louvre, Prince Noah, My Prince Noah... did I just call him `my Noah'? I've never thought I'd have someone to call mine, or to be theirs, I loved it.
"Well I like to try make photorealistic drawings." He said anxiously. "You got any drawings at your house?" I asked excitedly. He looked at his lap and nodded. "Great! Can I see some?" He nodded again.
Making him get dressed and head over to his house he seemed disheartened. I noticed but was too excited to pay much attention to it. My Noah had talent.
Beginning the walk over to Noah's house I slipped his hand into mine, this was really our first time in `public' as a couple and I'd be damned if I wasn't going to show the world how perfect my boyfriend was and how he was mine and mine only. He seemed to perk up some at that gesture and I had a proud/smug smile take residence on my face.
Arriving at his house I eventually let go of his hand, so he could unlock the door. I took off ahead of him for his room, but when I reached the door I realized I had no idea where he kept his drawings, so I waited for him to climb the stairs with an amused smirk on his face. "Don't expect anything amazing", he said as he opened the door. "Anything you make is automatically amazing".
Entering his room, I noticed just how `Noah' it was. Everything was relatively well-kept, and it had the aura of perfection that he seemed to emanate. And it smelled like him, like his natural smell mixed with coconut and banana, with a trace sent of paint. He had a few pictures on his wall, I had no idea who they were by but they were by, but they were really good at framing the photos. He also had a few album covers on his wall, mainly Pink Floyds `Dark Side Of The Moon' and `Brick In The Wall'. He also had a full-sized bed which I promptly noted. Wallpapered onto his bathroom wall was a photo of Jupiter and Europa (he had an en suite bathroom).
He was rummaging through his wardrobe as I was taking in his abode. "Alright, this is some of the more recent drawings", he announced, half startling me. "Only my parents have ever seen them", he looked away as he handed me a pile of his work. I sifted through each piece, taking into account each and every one. They were beautiful, almost all of them were of space, planets, stars, galaxies, super-novas, but there was an unfinished one of a boy. He seemed familiar, but he only had basic features.
"These are... beautiful Noah. Who's this though?", I asked, equal parts love, amazement and curiosity. He turned red at my comments, even redder at my question. "It's... um... you", the last word came out so quietly I don't think he said it on purpose. "Me?" I asked with tears invading my eyes. "I'm sorry, I know it's weird, but I saw you the other day and you were just so beautiful. I couldn't help myself, I had convinced myself that you were straight, drawing you felt like having a piece of you all to myself and... I... I'm sorry", his last few words came out as sobs, my heart shattered. I immediately took him into my arms, I wrapped them tightly around his shoulders and he did the same to me.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, I love this so much!", I tried to console him. It really was amazing, he made me look so much more handsome than reality.
"Hey, it's sunny out. Why don't we pack a picnic and head down to the lake?", I suggested.
"Like... like a date?", he asked hopefully. I nodded enthusiastically. He seemed hesitant to ask me that, I really don't get nor want a Sub/Dom relationship, why would you want to be dominated, and if you loved someone why would you want to overpower them?
"So, what are you passionate about?" He asked. Seeming more confident thankfully.
"Well I guess music, not that good though"
"Do you play an instrument?"
"Acoustic guitar"
"I love the guitar, tried to learn it but my hand can't switch cords like they're supposed to", I made a mental note to try teaching him some songs. "Well since I showed you my drawings maybe you could serenade me before we leave?". He asked with a sexy grin.
"Well I do have a song in mind, but don't expect Freddie Mercury levels of talent."
We made our way back to my house, hand in hand. Now to find where I left my guitar...
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I haven't put any sex in yet because I don't know if you want that in this story, I know it's a major part of love, showing how you feel through sheer pleasure. And what's love without lust? If you do make sure to hit me up and tell me.
Thanks for reading.
Email: robthexob@gmail.com