"You live at the café?" Ness was standing on the opposite side of the street, staring at the facade of The Little Cafe, all the lights off and doors closed. It was well past midnight.

"Above it," Brady corrected as they both crossed the street. "This way."

In the cold of the night, Brady led Ness up the wooden stairs on the side of the building towards a door on the second floor. Taking out his keys, Brady opened it to reveal his one bedroom apartment. It wasn't much, but it was his.

Inside, the wooden floor and beams on the ceiling matched perfectly with the pumpkins outside and the distant, faint smell of coffee and cocoa, hinting at the perfect season they were in. Brady's bed rested against the back wall, unmade, several trinkets and books ornamented the bookshelves, and under the only window was a desk full of textbooks, a laptop, and a computer screen. The scene was delicately complimented by the sublte scent of apple in a dispenser, next to several candles, over a very beautiful and ornamented wardrobe.

"So this is what living alone is," Ness walked towards the bed, sitting on it. "I like it, I wish I could live on my own already."

"Really? I wish I could be your age again and live with my parents," Brady replied, taking a seat next to Ness. "You have it great, think about it: nothing to worry about, no debts, someone other than you runs the house, cooks dinner every day, nothing but hours and hours to play."

"People telling you what to do all the time, you can't choose anything, always have to obey," Ness complained vividly and loudly.

"Don't exaggerate, I know your parents, they aren't that bad," Brady replied but almost immediately regretted it. Ness was staring at him with a defiant expression on his face. Brady moved quickly towards his side. "Although," he added, "I didn't like it when they interrupted our poker game."

"Yeah, I couldn't believe our bad luck," Ness stayed in his place, leaning ever so slightly towards Brady, his eyes fixed on the older boy's gaze. "I went to sleep both angry and horny that day."

"We can change that, you know?" Brady grinned, feeling the space between their bodies closing, and closing until it dissapeared between their chests. "Do you wanna...?"

Ness, standing on his toes, leaned towards Brady letting their lips finally touch each other. Ness' mouth was small, his movement's rough, but what he lacked in delicacy and elegance, he made up for in eagerness. You could feel Ness' hunger in the way he kissed, his keenness, his lust. It was a wonderful kiss, sweet and tender. When they finally moved away from each other, both were smiling.

"Bet you were waiting for that," Brady said devilishly.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one," Ness' pointed at Brady's groin, the college boy still dressed in his skeleton costume, the spandex hugging his body and allowing the growing bulge to be more than noticeable. "I like it."

"Let's see what else you like," and Brady caught Ness in his arms, kissing him again but this time wilder, faster, stronger, what was the point of containing himself now that they were in his room?

Ness clearly liked it because he started to copy him, tossing his magician's hat and cape to the floor before placing both of his hands around Brady, grabbing him, pushing him closer, and closer, their bodies pressed against the other. And then, Brady finally felt it on his lips: it was Ness' tongue, licking his mouth, asking for permission to enter Brady's. Of course, Brady met Ness' tongue with his and before long, french kissing became the only way of kissing.

Just when he thought things were at their very best, Ness stepped away. Brady stared confused at the young boy when he felt a chill on his back and realized Ness had unzipped his one-piece costume.

Brady didn't wait another second, he pushed the suit away from his shoulders but Ness interrupted him, taking a hold of the costume and, instead of letting him do it, Ness started undressing Brady himself, pushing his costume down, down, down... That's when Brady remembered he had no underwear on and was entirely naked underneath. Ness didn't care, he just took the costume off and left the college boy standing there, in the middle of the wooden room, stark naked.

"Is it better in person?" Brady asked, proudly letting Ness observe every last inch of his body, from his red hair to the tip of his toes, no clothes on the way.

"It's better," Ness smiled widely. "A thousand times better."

And just like that, the young boy fell to his knees and without a second thought, he started licking the tip of Brady's dick with his tongue as if it were the best ice-cream he had ever had. Ness was sloppy, he clearly hadn't given head many times before, but it was such a turn on for Brady to look down at his naked body and see a thirteen year old in a suit sucking his hard on as if it were the last popsicle on Earth.

Yet, it wasn't over. Far from it. Ness worked his way around Brady's dick, licking at first, then kissing the tip, and then, finally, sucking the entire shaft, letting Brady's cock enter fully into his mouth. Brady gasped loudly, letting his body lean on the wall behind him. Ness' mouth was wet, his tongue wild, and his lips sucked with such a lust, such eagerness that Brady almost couldn't hold it.

What feeling, what sensation in the world could top being sucked by a boy? As far as Brady was concerned, there was nothing as powerful, nothing as wonderful as having his dick on Ness' mouth.

But he wanted more. He took a hold of Ness' hair, firmly but not strongly -he didn't want to hurt him- he started motioning the boy's head back and forth, thrusting his hips at the same rhythm until Brady was fucking Ness mouth. The warmth, the speed, the cute, and boyish face staring at him from his knees, Brady was in heaven.

"Get up," Brady took Ness' arms and helped him up, rapidly taking off his jacket and vest, then his shirt. Ness tried to undress himself but Brady didn't let him. He enjoyed it, he was stripping the boy himself, letting, piece by piece, more of the boy's skin out in the open.

To his surprise, Ness was once again wearing that small, tiny underwear but now he had a red pair on that combined perfectly with his magician's outfit. However, it didn't matter how perfectly he looked on those, Brady grabbed them with both his hands and, with a single movement, pushed them to the ground.

Taking a moment, Brady stared at Ness' body, letting his eyes devour the entire contour of the young boy: Ness was entirely naked before him for the first time.

"Better?" Ness asked, shyly.

"A thousand times," Brady couldn't stop smiling, couldn't hide the hunger and thirst in his eyes. Ness' skin was darker than Cowboy's, his body much more defined. Ness was thin, definitively not muscly, he was a kid after all, yet you could see the shape of his chest, and the lines under his bellybutton in the shape of a perfect V. His legs, hairless and strong, it was a beautiful sight but also a fucking delicious one. And his dick, oh god, Ness had the most beautiful dick, hairless, cute, standing as tall as he could. It wasn't that big -Ness was barely a teen after all- but it looked so smooth, so soft, and red in a way that a grown up's dick couldn't. Brady couldn't stop looking.

Unable to hold it anymore, he jumped at Ness and started kissing him again, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. In his hand, Brady held both of their dicks in his palm, stroking them, making both of them thrust their hips against each other, pushing their chests together, making out in a hypnotic dance.

Finally, they fell into the bed. Brady could make out for hours with Ness, the young boy's body was incredibly warm against the cold of the night. He loved feeling it with every inch of his exposed skin.

"Stay still," Brady then whispered into the boy's ear, "don't move."

Ness was panting already as he let his body rest on top of the bed, his hard on pointing to the ceiling, and the biggest smile in the world drawn in his face. Brady kept kissing Ness, first a peck on the lips, then one on the neck, the collarbone, the middle of his chest, his stomach, under his belly button, but right when Ness pressed his eyes closed and clenched his fists in anticipation for Brady's mouth on his dick... nothing. Then, out of nowhere, Brady lifted Ness' legs in the air and started kissing, licking, and making out with Ness' taint, that beautiful, smooth, hidden zone between the balls and butt. The boy clearly didn't expected it because he gasped as his legs went into the air - and he definitely didn't expect the sensation of someone making out with his taint because Ness started moaning uncontrollably, raising his neck, and pulling the blankets from the bed in an effort not to explode of pleasure.

All the moaning, moving, and gasping Ness was making was music for Brady's ears. He made out harder, nastier, and wetter with the boy's taint. It was like playing an instrument: Brady's mouth was doing all the work and the louder the sound, the better job he knew he was doing. There is a magical satisfaction, even sexual gratification, that comes just from knowing you are making someone else feel pleasure.

"I didn't know you could..." Ness could barely breath, his lungs gasping for air. "I didn't know that part of the body was... it felt... wow"

"Glad you like it," Brady smiled proudly as he laid next to Ness, hugging him. "To be honest, I never imagined having sex with you but I'm glad it happened. I like surprises."

"This isn't sex, is it?" Ness pressed his body against Brady's, almost begging for a warm hug. "I mean, no one entered the other."

"Well," Brady stretched his arm, taking Ness under it. "True, but sex isn't only entering. We had oral sex, for example."

"Also, neither of us came," Ness pointed out.

Brady grinned, happily. "We can still change that."

Oh, how young the night was still.

***

The next morning, Brady woke up early from the first hints of light outside his window. Naked, and moving carefully, he looked out the window: the streetlights started to go off, and the fallen rusty leaves laid peacefully on the ground as the sunrise, only minutes away, announced its arrival.

It was Friday so Brady had a few classes although there were still ours away. Calmly, he returned to bed and sat next to Ness. The young boy's body looked so perfect in his bed, under his covers; he was resting on his side so Brady could make out the shape of his naked back, and follow the figure of his sides, too perfect to be true.

If he fell asleep again he would no doubt wake up late so Brady took out his phone and started answering all the text messages he didn't the night before. After a while, Ness finally woke up and sat next to him in bed.

"Morning dear magician," Brady smiled warmly. "Those tricks you did last night were incredible, who knew you could be so... loud." Brady chuckled at his own joke but Ness wasn't paying attention, he was staring at Brady's phone.

"That's the name you have me registered as?" He asked, turning towards Brady, pointing at his phone.

Brady looked at the device in his hand. There, on the texts, were the names of several of his contacts he had recently chatted with and, of course, among them was Ness' contact that simply read: Ness.

"That's your name, what else was I supposed to call you?"

Instead of answering, Ness took out his own phone, opened the texting app, and showed Brady the contact name he had saved him under: Brady baby followed by the emoji of a shooting star and a crystal ball. And just like that, Ness turned to the side with his arms crossed.

"What?" Brady looked at him, confused. "It's just a contact name."

"Just a contact name? Sometimes I forget how old you are."

"Okay, ouch," Brady moved closer to Ness, "I'm only six years older, I'm not that old."

"You still use the word album."

"What? Since when is that word... it doesn't matter. But tell me, what's wrong with your contact name in my phone?"

"It's a dating thing, everyone does it. If it is someone from school you never see you name them Steve school or something. But if it's someone you care about you put all these emojis next to the name..." Ness explained, his voice deep and deadpan serious. "No one sees the name you give to your contacts, so the way you name them says a lot about how much they mean to you so... I guess I don't mean that much to you..."

Brady rolled his eyes as he jumped on top of Ness and started hugging him and kissing his cheeks and forehead. "You dumbass, it's just a name..." he started but when he saw Ness' expression, Brady sighed. "But if it means that much to you I can change it. Ness the best or something. I'll figure it out."

Ness, for the first time in the day, smiled. "Promise?"

"Promise," Brady replied, planting a kiss on the boy's nose.

With that, neither of them could resist so a make out order was in session. Sadly, time wasn't on their side anymore so making out was all they managed to do. When their phone alarms went off both of them got dressed up in a hurry -Brady lent Ness some clothes so he didn't have to dress as a magician- and went out Brady's apartment, ready to start the day.

It was a nice, sunny and cold day. Just as they were going down the wooden stairs, Ness turned around towards Brady and said: "Oh, and send me a screenshot when you change my name on your phone."

***

Having sex for the first time with the one you are dating unlocks a certain something. It can take ages to get to that point, but once you do... you start doing it, a lot. At least that is how Brady felt with Ness. The young kid was eager and always seemed to have the energy. Unlike the visit at the bench or the poker game, now every time Brady and Ness saw each other it ended in them back in bed. Mostly at Brady's place, sometimes at Ness' place when his parents -or Coan- weren't around.

A few days after Halloween, Coan invited Ness to play videogames at his apartment. It was a nice evening spent playing Smash, but Ness soon got tired.

"It's not fair, you are too good at this game," the boy complained. "You're cheating."

"I'm not, Smash is just like everything else in this life: practice."

Ness rolled his eyes before slowly, delicately, moving his body towards Brady. "What if instead of playing we practice doing something else?"

Brady raised his eyebrows, smiling. "Like what?"

Ness placed a hand on Brady's chest, unbuttoning his shirt. "Like you know what."

How could Brady ever refuse? The kid was always up for sex, always energetic, always so eager and full of lust. The only thing? Brady placed his middle finger in front of his lips, indicating Ness they should be quiet, careful. After all, it was the middle of the day and, if they made too much noise, everyone at The Little Café would hear.

"My uncle has a cabin," Ness mentioned as he took off his own shirt.

"I know," Brady had heard Coan mention it a couple of times before. A family gathering mostly but ever since Coan got his bike, he had turned it into the perfect spot to take girls to, and spent a couple of hours alone.

"Has Coan ever taken you there?"

"Never," Brady moved his head from side to side. "Coan takes girls there regularly, he's told me all about it. Maybe even too much."

Ness chuckled a bit. "Well, maybe someday you and I can go there," Ness took off his pants, standing there in nothing but a pair of socks and his classic, tiny underwear. Brady was almost drooling. "We wouldn't have to worry about the noise there, we could even take out a blanket, do it in the woods, by the lake."

Brady opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows. "When did you get so creative."

"I once saw Coan doing that with a girl" the kid shrugged. "Seemed fun. A little cold to be naked in the open, but fun."

"We can make our own warmth," Brady moved closer, pressing their chests togethers as he began kissing the young boy's soft neck, his lips delivering pecks all the way from the bottom of his chin to his collarbone.

Ness let himself fall to the bed, Brady quickly climbing on top.

***

"When am I going to meet your parents?" Ness suddenly asked after they had finished that day's third round in bed. The boy was standing nude in front of the window.

Brady, from bed, tilted his head. "My parents? You already know them."

Ness turned his head, giving him a duh look. "They only know me as your best friend's dorky little brother. I mean, when are you going to introduce me as something more to them? Or are we not something more?"

Brady was taken aback by the sudden torrent of questions.

"We are..." he tried but completely failed at finishing the phrase. "Ness, how long has it been since we started texting? Two weeks tops? We don't need to label this as you and me being soulmates or something just yet, we are still getting to know each other. It's too soon for that and certainly too soon for you to be introduced to my parents."

Ness stayed quiet, his back towards Brady, staring at the window.

Brady sighed, and stood up, letting his naked body be exposed to the warm light of the room. Carefully, he hugged the boy from behind. "If you want to call us something, you can say we are dating. It's just been two weeks, Ness, there's no need to rush things. Live the experience, taste the moment. There will be time for all those other things, okay? Just enjoy the stage we are in, okay?"

At first Ness didn't move, then he walked back to bed. "Okay," he replied before looking at the unmade bed and drawing a new smile on his face: "Want me to give you a blow job again?"

Brady chuckled. "You don't have to ask."

***

It was a simple message, three words followed by a question mark and the two-eyes emoji. For anyone who had spent any time in the modern world of texting, the meaning was clear.

To his own surprise, Brady was turning sex down. Ness was amazing, hot, and super enduring but they had done it every single time they met since Halloween and now -in the middle of November- he sorta missed an old fashioned date.

Was that crazy? Isn't everyone dying to have sex eight, nine times a week like he was doing right now? Especially with a hot little stallion like Ness?

"What?" Brady said out loud as he read the text. "Permission? Come on, your parents aren't home, how else are you inviting me to your place? I..." but he stopped. He wasn't in the mood of getting into a fight. Not right now.

Ness' text bubble appeared but then went away. Every second Brady spent staring at the screen, every second the bubble didn't appear again felt like a thousand years. Until finally...

Brady sighed.