Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2017 06:49:21 -0400 From: Neo Subject: "Will you be my boyfriend?" Chapter 7 Author's note: Thank you so much for your comments on the previous chapter. I know it wasn't quite what everyone was expecting. There was definitely a variety of opinions! Thanks for donating to Nifty, and please keep sending me your thoughts. I love getting messages and replying to them all. It really helps me to shape the chapters I write. Often I find that my ideas about the characters are clearer after I read feedback from readers. Neo. hello_neo@protonmail.com *** EPISODE SEVEN Lewis lounged on the couch in only his boxer briefs, enjoying having the run of the place. His parents were away at an out-of-town wedding, and he had the house to himself for the night. His phone rang on the table. It took him a moment to realise it was his. People usually texted rather than calling. "Kieran?" Lewis answered. "Hi Lewis." "Everything okay?" "Yeah. I thought we could talk on the phone instead of in person. You know. Since you can't keep your hands off me," Kieran said, half joking, half serious. The humour broke the tension that both boys were feeling after what they had done earlier that day. Neither of them regretted what had happened, exactly. But Chester's forwardness had undermined the resentment that Kieran had quite rightly felt. Lewis had hurt Kieran, and that injury needed to be addressed. "Good idea," Lewis admitted. "What did you want to talk about?" "Chester says that you love me. He said it's obvious. He said he could see it in your eyes when you looked at me. Is it true?" A few short days ago the question would have thrown Lewis. Now he knew the answer immediately. "Yes," he said, straightforwardly. "Then why did you leave me?" That one was harder. Lewis hesitated. "I... I didn't know I loved you. Or... I did know, but I didn't understand it. I wanted to keep you safe from everyone. I thought I had to keep you safe from me too." "I don't want to be kept safe from you," Kieran stated. "I know," said Lewis. "I know, I get it now. I was stupid." "Okay." "I'm so sorry, Kieran." "I know. Chester said he could tell that too." "Chester's a very observant boy." "I guess he is," Kieran laughed. "I talked to him a lot. He's not my boyfriend any more. I think he liked you more than me anyway." Another laugh. "And I... I think I only really like you." "You do?" "Yes." "Why?" Lewis didn't quite understand the boy's apparent readiness to forgive him. "I left you. I feel like you should hate me. I hate me." "You saved me too. And Chester said that you love me. And you said that you wanted to stop being my boyfriend because you love me. Which is a stupid reason to stop being my boyfriend. But you loving me so much that it made you stupid would be a stupid reason for me to not want to be your boyfriend again, too." Despite his tearfulness, Lewis couldn't help laughing slightly. There was no arguing with Kieran's logic. Kieran carried on. "So... will you be my boyfriend again?" Lewis stopped him. "There's something I have to tell you, Kieran. After I left, I... I did some stuff with another guy." There was a silence, then Kieran said, "That's okay. I understand. I did stuff with Romy." "No, it's not like that," Lewis protested. "With Denver I... I wanted to do it." He almost felt, bizarrely, as if he was trying to persuade Kieran not to like him. He didn't deserve for Kieran to like him. "I wanted to do it with Romy, too," Kieran pointed out. "Kind of. I wanted to make him happy, to make him like me. I wanted to have a big brother who thought I was cool." Hearing Kieran's words, Lewis suddenly felt, without the faintest idea why, that his tears were on the point of bursting out again. "I... I...," he began. He couldn't form a sentence. "It's okay, Lewis. I thought about it. All of that stuff doesn't matter. We just have to love each other and it'll be okay." Kieran waited. "Will you be my boyfriend?" Lewis contemplated what Kieran had said. It occurred to him that Kieran might, on some level, feel that he had betrayed Lewis by giving in to Romy. Both of them had things they needed to move past. There could be no doubt that the best way for them to do that was together. Kieran's words were simple and truthful. They just had to love each other and everything would be okay. "Yes," he said. There was another short but peaceful silence. As the tangle of Lewis' thoughts began to clear a little, he realised he was left with only the overwhelming need to have Kieran with him. "Kieran... is your mum at home?" he asked. "No. She's at her boyfriend's, I think. Why? You want to come over? I'd like that." "Actually," Lewis answered, "I was wondering if you wanted to sleep over here tonight." "At your house?" "Yeah. My parents are out of town. I have the house to myself. I'm sitting around in my boxers." Kieran didn't need any more persuading. "How do I get there?" Lewis thought about it. "I'll come get you. Give me ten minutes." It was barely a few hours since Lewis had left Kieran's house, but he felt an unrestrained joy at the thought of seeing him again. Kieran was waiting on the doorstep when Lewis arrived. Lewis dropped his bike to greet the boy. "Hey, boyfriend," he grinned, ruffling Kieran's hair and putting an arm around him. It felt right saying it. Kieran was meant to be his boyfriend. "Hey, Lewis." Kieran wrapped both arms around Lewis, hugging him tight. The embrace captured so many of the feelings of the last few days. Lewis poured his apologies into it and Kieran responded by wrapping him with reassurance. But deeper than that, beyond any of the complicated thoughts and second-guessing, both of them were simply relieved and overjoyed at being back together. "Come on," said Lewis eventually. Kieran locked the door and picked up his bike. "You have your own key?" Lewis questioned as they set off. "I have to. There's never anyone at home when I get back from school." "That's sad," said Lewis. "If I was at home waiting for you I'd make snacks ready for you and give you after-school kisses." "Then the kisses would be all sticky." "No, the kisses would be first, then the snacks." "Okay. Then maybe more kisses after the snacks." "Maybe," Lewis consented. "If I had peanut butter and you had jam and then we kissed it would be a PBJ kiss," Kieran giggled. "I like the taste of you on its own better," said Lewis. "Me too," said Kieran. "Of you." He giggled again. "I can't taste me." A pause, then with curiosity, "What do I taste of?" They were just reaching Lewis' home. As they pulled up, Lewis was suddenly struck by the passing thought of how ludicrous it would have seemed to have a conversation like this with Denver. "Now you're making me hungry," he said out loud. He laid down his bike to open the door. Kieran followed him into the house. "Can we make eggs again?" the nine- year-old asked. "I wanna see if I remember how you showed me to do it." "Sure," said Lewis. "The kitchen's this way." Kieran led the way through the door Lewis had indicated. "You have a nice kitchen," he said. "Thanks," answered Lewis, following him. "You have a nice butt." Kieran paused for a second and stuck out his ass, then turned to look at Lewis. "Hey," Kieran said, a thought coming to him. "You said you were only wearing your underwear before." "I was!" said Lewis. "I had to put clothes on to come to your house, dummy. Why, you want me to take them off again?" "Yep," Kieran nodded, with a grin. "Maybe after we cook," Lewis said. "Safety first." Lewis was impressed to see that Kieran remembered almost everything he had shown him. His egg-cracking technique had not improved, though. The two boys giggled as they used spoons to try and retrieve the elusive fragments of shell from the bowl. "Okay," said Kieran as soon as the eggs were done. "Clothes off." "Fine," said Lewis, with pretend exasperation. "But you have to too." He needn't have said it. Kieran's sweater was already half way over his head. They ate at the kitchen table, dressed in only their underwear. "We did good," Lewis said, "this is nice." "Yep," said Kieran, beaming. "Next time I'll try to put in more eggs and less shells, though," he went on, grimacing slightly as he bit into a tiny chalky fragment. "Want some ice cream?" Lewis asked next. "Do you have sprinkles?" Kieran's ears pricked up. "I think so," Lewis said. He hunted in the freezer and the cupboard. Without being asked, Kieran took the dirty plates from the table to the sink. "Thanks," Lewis said. The nine-year-old's tidiness and good manners always surprised him. He was enjoying checking out the underwear-clad boy-butt, too. "I found the sprinkles," he said. "Can you grab them?" He picked up the two bowls of ice cream and gestured toward the sprinkle shaker with his elbow. Kieran picked up the multi-coloured jar and immediately shook some into his hand. He looked at Lewis while he licked them up. "You want some?" Kieran asked, his consonants slightly muffled by the sprinkles on his tongue. He didn't wait for a reply, but shook more of the rainbow-coloured pebbles into his palm. They stuck to the wet patch where Kieran had just licked. He held up his hand to Lewis' mouth. "Here." Lewis stuck his tongue out and licked slowly up the palm of Kieran's outstretched hand. The sugar-sprinkles were candy sweet, but the wet skin tasted salty. The two tastes mixed together on Lewis' tongue like butter caramel. The boy-lick made the sprinkles dissolve, and little flecks of colour stained Kieran's hand. Lewis licked again to clean it off, tasting less sugar and more boy this time. He set down the bowls he was carrying and took hold of Kieran's hand with his own. Then he carefully sucked the nine- year-old's index finger into his mouth, running his lips and tongue along it as he took it out again. He did the same with the other fingers. "You never told me what I taste like," remembered Kieran. "That was your kisses," Lewis reminded him. "You can taste your own hand." "That's true," said Kieran. He put his finger in his mouth, licking off the thin film Lewis' teen spit had left. "It just tastes wet," he laughed. "The ice cream's gonna melt," said Lewis, sitting down. "Pass me those sprinkles." They ate dessert in contented silence, smiling at each other. Lewis was sure that each time Kieran licked his spoon he did it more and more seductively. Lewis lifted his bowl to scrape out the last traces. "Damn," he exclaimed, as the final mouthful of ice cream fell from his spoon into his lap. "I shouldn't have taken my clothes off again." He made as if to get up. "I'll get it," said Kieran. "It's cold!" Lewis said, as he felt the frozen liquid seeping through his boxer briefs right onto his dick. Kieran ducked down in his chair, disappearing under the table. "You got a sprinkle on it," came the nine-year-old's giggling voice from below. Then the cold changed to warmth as Lewis felt the boy's little mouth sucking the melting ice cream from the fabric. He could feel Kieran's lips against his soft but rapidly awakening cock. "All gone," said Kieran. His grinning head reappeared as he lifted himself out from under the table and back into his chair. "Thanks," Lewis laughed. "Are you... are you sure there isn't any more down there?" "Nope, I got it all." Then a look of recognition. "Oh! Well... after we do the dishes maybe I can check again." Lewis picked up the empty bowls hurriedly, inwardly cursing the boy's sense of tidiness. "Let's go upstairs," Lewis said, when the cleaning up was done. He led the way to his bedroom. Kieran bounded straight up onto the double bed and sat leaning back against the headboard. Lewis paused for a moment. Climbing into his bed with Kieran felt like a wonderful moment, and he wanted to savour it. "What's wrong?" Kieran asked, catching the hesitation. "Nothing," smiled Lewis. "Nothing's wrong. Everything is absolutely right." He climbed up onto the bed beside Kieran and put his arm around his shoulders. "Good," said Kieran happily. He turned slightly so he was facing Lewis and kissed him. The kiss surprised Lewis. Kieran dived straight in with his tongue. Lewis wasn't expecting it, but he reciprocated gladly. Then, after what seemed like not long enough, Kieran broke away. "Now you can tell me what I taste like," explained the nine-year-old. "Oh," said Lewis. The kiss made sense now. "Hm... let me check again." He went in for another kiss. Kieran giggled, and was still laughing when the boys' lips met. Lewis could feel the treble vibration in his chest. He moved his tongue around searchingly, enjoying the soft warmth. Then he pulled back slightly, and carefully and deliberately licked around Kieran's lips. "You taste of ice cream and rainbow sparkles," he decided finally. "That's because I just ate ice cream and sprinkles," protested Kieran. "How do you know? Maybe you always taste like that." "Don't lie. What do I really taste of?" "Wait. I have to lick all the ice cream off to find out." Lewis dived back into the kiss. It lasted longer this time. Kieran's lips moved against Lewis' as their tongues touched playfully. Their bodies shifted closer together on the bed, Lewis' arm tightening around Kieran. "So?" said Kieran, pulling away once more. "Oh," said Lewis. "Right." He had almost forgotten the reason for the kiss. He thought about it for a moment. "Nope," he said. "There isn't anything that tastes as nice as you." Kieran laid his head down on Lewis' chest. "That's sad for everyone else then," he said. "Why?" Lewis asked. "Because you're the only one who gets to taste it." "I think I'm okay with that," said Lewis. "Me too." They lay in silence for a while. Lewis breathed in the faint smell of his loving boyfriend. As his chest lifted with each breath, Kieran's head was raised slightly up, then sank back down. Then, without warning, Kieran's hand snaked its way down to Lewis' crotch. It fumbled its way around outside the fabric for a moment, then shot down inside the waistband. Lewis' dick had softened from the relaxed and loving embrace. At Kieran's touch it grew smartly to attention. Kieran began to move his hand up and down the shaft even before it was fully hard. The teen shaft expanded inside the little boy's grip. Kieran was still lying beside Lewis, his head on the older boy's chest, and his hand was ideally positioned to jerk the fourteen-year-old dick. His movement was gentle, straightforward and steady. Lewis' breaths grew gradually shallower and more frequent. "That feels so nice, Kieran," Lewis said. He stroked Kieran's back with his hand, alighting at the little boy-butt and letting his fingers play over the smooth round cheeks. Then he withdrew his hand, laying back and feeling the pleasure of Kieran's hand on his boner. Kieran shifted slightly, feeling Lewis' hand retreat. "Put your hand back," Kieran said. "Play with my butt-hole." Lewis lifted his hand back to Kieran's ass. He traced it with his fingers again, mapping out the surface. His fingertip found the valley between the two round hills, and he moved along it, feeling the skin grow warmer as he neared the centre. As he brushed against the hot little ring he felt Kieran's body shift again. The nine-year-old's crotch was pressed against Lewis' side, and he could feel the lump of Kieran's boy-dick growing harder. Kieran moved almost involuntarily, rubbing his junk against the older teen like a puppy marking its territory. Lifting his head, Kieran turned to Lewis for another kiss. It was passionate. Kieran's hand continued its loving, uncomplicated motion on Lewis' cock, still wrapped inside its boxer briefs. Lewis' finger was pressed gently against the warm little button of Kieran's pucker. Firmly, Kieran pulled himself against Lewis, humping with fierce but almost imperceptible movements. And all the while their tongues locked tightly, moving by instinct like magnets to a compass point. The position was less comfortable, though, and Kieran's arm and neck began to tire. He gave Lewis a final gentle kiss on the lips and then lowered his head back to rest on the fourteen-year-old's chest. The firm pressure and gentle grinding of Kieran's now rock-hard little boy cock through his tighty-whities against Lewis' side was doing just as much to arouse the teen as the little boy's hand on his dick. Lewis' breathing grew faster and less controlled. Kieran sensed it, and slightly sped up his hand movement, which until now had been steady as a metronome. "Mmm," Lewis moaned contentedly. Instinctively his hand increased the pressure that was pulling Kieran against him. His finger was still against the little boy's hole, and he felt the little pucker part a tiny bit and ever so slightly stickily. Kieran's grinding increased so that now it was noticeable enough to gently move the bed. Lewis couldn't resist lifting his fingerful of fresh boy-butt smell to his nose. He breathed it in deeply and hungrily, feeling the sharp chocolate scent hit the back of his nostrils. The deep breath in was a tightening crescendo whose corresponding exhalation never came. Instead Lewis' chest went rigid, holding the air in suspense. "I'm gonna cum," Lewis managed to gasp. Kieran shifted his body again, still grinding. He moved in to kiss Lewis one more time, speeding up his hand motion as he did so. "Mmmmm," Lewis let out, the sound muffled by Kieran's tongue. His breathing was tense and ragged, but Kieran's pressure on his lips and on his dick was steady and unwavering. "Nnnnhg," came the suppressed sound from Lewis' throat as his cum began to fly from his teen cock. He felt it squirt high onto his chest. Kieran kept up the steady motion, pumping out four more powerful jets. Then he gradually eased off, breaking the kiss to look down and watch his boyfriend's boner emit its last few offerings of spunk. With his mouth free again, Lewis lay breathing heavily and deeply. His cum trickled, slowly at first, to pool in the hollows of his chest and stomach. "We should clean that up," Kieran said after a while. "Here." He rose to his knees on the bed and extricated his white boy-briefs, letting his hard little boy tool spring free. With the white underwear he wiped up the cum. It was getting to be a tradition. "There," Kieran said. "You should take yours off too," he added, tugging at Lewis' waistband. Lewis complied, shifting his body to pull down his boxer briefs. They were damp with precum and slightly stretched from all the movement of Kieran's hand inside them. With both boys now naked, Kieran laid his head back on Lewis' chest contentedly. "Hey," said Lewis, "you didn't cum." "I'm too young," said Kieran, confused. "No, I mean... you didn't, you know... like when you cum but without the cum." "Oh," said Kieran. "That's okay." "Nuh-uh," Lewis said. "Keep grinding, boyfriend." Kieran's three inches or so of straight little cock were still pretty hard, and he didn't need too much encouragement. He climbed right up on top of Lewis, pressing his crotch against the teen's stomach. Having cum only minutes ago, Lewis' semi-permanent horniness had for the moment subsided, be he still loved the feeling of his boyfriend's warm skin rubbing against his own. Although his cum had mostly been wiped off his chest, he could still feel the slight friction where a trace or two remained. He held Kieran tight as the little boy humped him. Lewis was a little jealous of the way the nine-year-old's tight little balls were tucked up tight, letting him grind his hard boy dick to his heart's content without them getting in the way. Lewis decided to reciprocate Kieran's make-out session. He pulled the boy in for a kiss. Remembering the effect it had had earlier, he let his hand find Kieran's ass again too. The boy's fierce grinding meant his butt was tense, but Lewis wormed his finger in between the two firm muscles. "Mmmm," Kieran moaned, as Lewis' fingertip rediscovered his butt-hole. Lewis drew his hand back again, pulling away from Kieran's lips ever so gently, breaking the contact so he could lick his finger. It was the same finger that had just touched Kieran's butt, he realised. He wondered if that was weird. He was surprised and more than a little turned on to find that Kieran launched straight back into the kiss while he still had the finger in his mouth. His finger slicked with their combined spit, Lewis returned it with slight trepidation to the nine-year-old's ass. He found the little hole again easily. This time, when he pressed against it, the sticky resistance was overcome by the wet boy-spit. Lewis pushed his finger in by the tiniest amount. He felt the little pucker expand slightly to accept his fingertip, then close around it, holding it firmly. Kieran's grinding increased in intensity in answer to the half-inch of his boyfriend's finger lodged in his boyhole. Lewis had no intention of pushing his finger in any deeper. He was startled when he felt Kieran's hand reaching back to clutch at his own, pulling it further in. He allowed his finger to move another half-inch or so, feeling the warmth increase as he travelled further inside the boy. The meagre spit-lubrication wouldn't let him go any further, and Lewis contented himself with moving his fingertip in tiny circles. It wasn't enough for Kieran. Frantically he grabbed at Lewis' hand, pulling it from his ass and thrusting the finger back into their combined mouths. By now Lewis was almost starting to think he was going get hard again, even though it had only been a few minutes. Kieran made out with the butt- stained finger in Lewis' mouth for a moment or two till it was slick with boy-spit again, then pulled at Lewis' hand again, dragging it back down to his waiting hole. The intention was clear. Lewis tentatively found the opening again. The instant he had done so, Kieran's hand pushed at him, driving his finger deep inside. This time Lewis' finger was buried almost as far inside the nine-year-old as it would go; far deeper than he would have dared to go without the encouragement. It felt different further in. Warmer, softer and less sticky. Kieran's rhythm changed, and he broke away from the ongoing kiss to focus all his attention on his little dick. His grinding motion was moving his ass against Lewis' hand, too, though there wasn't enough lubrication for the fourteen-year-old's finger to slide in and out. Tension spread rapidly through the nine-year-old's body. Lewis could feel it as the boy's ass muscles tightened around his finger. As he heard Kieran's breathing stop and start, he recognised the rhythmic contraction and release against his finger. He was feeling Kieran's invisible orgasm right inside him. He used his other arm to pull Kieran close to him as the rhythm peaked and then slowed. The spasming preteen sphincter relaxed slightly as its contractions decelerated, letting Lewis' finger gently pull free. "Was that okay?" asked Lewis. Even though Kieran had been in control, he was still worried about hurting him. "It was weird," said Kieran, once he regained his breath. "Good weird," he clarified quickly. "I never felt that before. Even though things have been in my butt before. It never felt like that. I'm sorry I pushed your finger. It wasn't far enough." "That's okay," laughed Lewis. "I'm just glad I didn't hurt you." "Nope," grinned Kieran. "That was the opposite of hurt." *** NEXT TIME ON WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND: Lewis' school friends are fourteen, and discovering dating. Meanwhile, Lewis is starting to feel like he has two separate lives: one with his boyfriend, and one with his friends at school. Keeping that up could get difficult, not just for Lewis but for his friends and for Kieran too. hello_neo@protonmail.com