Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2012 23:36:31 +0200 From: petra jardas Subject: Colin's 'perfect' life pt6 Colin's 'Perfect' Life The usual disclaimers apply here. This story contains acts of homosexual behavior. Also if you are under age or it's illegal in your country to read such material then leave. Enjoy :3 Chapter 6 The next morning, when I woke up, we were in a spooning position. I was behind Alex with my morning hard-on poking at his crack. He was still asleep, so I just kept lying there, trying not to wake him up. But eventually he started to stir. I kissed him on the neck and said "Good morning, beautiful." Slowly he turned around and, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he said "Good morning. How long have you been awake?" "Oh, for a while now. I didn't want to wake you up, so I just lay there as still as possible." He stopped rubbing his eyes, and shifted his gaze so it met mine. He was so cute. His hair a mess, a sleepy look in his eyes. "Oh, you didn't have to do that. You could've waked me up." "Nah, I didn't want to. Frankly, I enjoyed the view," I said, giving him a devilish grin. Then, slowly, I leaned in and gave him a proper good morning kiss, which he greedily returned. After we parted, we just lay there for a while, enjoying the feeling of our bodies pressed against each other. Finally, after a while, I spoke: "So,... You got any plans for today?" "No, not really," he said, gesturing at his cast a bit sarcastically. "Oh, yeah," I said, a bit embarrassed. Just then we heard a knock on the door, and Sasha walked in. She was obviously a bit confused by my presence, but her face quickly turned into a smile. "Hey, guys! Sorry to bother you. I just came to tell you that David left for work and I'm going to karate, and to see if you need anything." "No thanks, Sash! We are all good," Alex said, snuggling up a bit more next to me. Sasha then smiled broadly and almost chuckled, saying, "I'm sure you are! And oh, yeah! I almost forgot, after karate I'll be at Skull, so if you get bored you can call me to come and pick you up later or something." Skull?! OMG, I've heard of that place, and as far I know, it's a rat hole. That's where all the druggies, drunks, skinheads, and such hang around at. I mean I can see she is alternative, as well as David and Alex, but Skull?? Alex must have seen my puzzled look. "You too, huh? Why the hell does everyone think that Skull is 'The Devil's Lair'?!" he asked, in an agitated and angry voice. Sasha was gone by then. "I-I..." I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out. Alex just continued: "Well I guess I can't blame you, can I? You've never probably even been there, and the only thing you know about the place is from what you heard, but guess what, not only druggies, punks and scum hang around there. Okay, there are some, but most of us keep away from them. Skull is a place where we go and chill. Everyone is extremely nice, and they love to meet new people. They exclude no one, judging solemnly on looks or preferences. For example: gay people. Number one: at Skull, you and I could walk in hand in hand, sit at a random table with anyone, get to know them, start making out in front of them, and they would think it's cute! And then as number two, for comparison let's take "Karoline" : If we'd walked in hand in hand, I think we both know that in matter of seconds we wouldn't be standing, never mind meeting someone new or making out." He was right, I was too judgmental, and what he said about "Karoline" was completely true. That place hated gays as much as it loved bad music and the color pink, which is a lot, believe me! Suddenly I felt really embarrassed and disappointed in myself. "I-I'm sorry. You are right. I never gave the place a chance, or actually cared. I just figured what I heard was true and never really dwelled on it." "It's okay. It's not really your fault, its society's." He smiled warmly at me before continuing, "You up for checking it out today? To broaden your horizons a bit?" I was a bit nervous, but managed a smile and a "Yeah, I guess." "Great! Soo... we have more than a couple of hours to spare before there's any reason for leaving the house... Have any ideas?" Alex asked. "Weeelll... I'd be more than content with staying in bed, snuggled up with you for the rest of the day." A devilish smile spread across my face. Alex turned several shades of red and I just chuckled. Then I leaned in, pressed my lips against his, and started exploring his mouth with my tongue, while at the same time roaming my hands all over his stomach and back. At first he tensed when my hands touched his bare, scar-covered back, but after a while, he gave in to my touch. As I scooted a bit closer to him, I felt his morning hard-on pressing against mine. He and I both tried stifling little moans of pleasure, but unsuccessfully for the most part. Oh my God, how I wanted to make love to him. How I wanted to make sweet, tender love to his beautiful body. He pulled back, and we locked gazes. In his eyes, I saw raw lust, I knew he wanted me, but I also saw fear, nervousness. I remember hoping that he saw the amount of love I have for him in mine. Time stood still. I didn't know what to do, and Alex looked as if he was battling with himself. He was probably trying to decide whether he should give in to his urges or not. This was a big deal to him. He was afraid he was gonna make the wrong choice. He needed to decide whether he trusted me or not. I'm not sure, but I guess the hornier side of him won and said "Ah, what the hell!" because all of a sudden, his hand started very slowly sliding across my chest and down to the crotch of my briefs. I was beyond belief with pleasure. Alex slowly cupped my bulge in his hand and started massaging it. Consumed by sheer pleasure, I didn't even notice my own hand wrap itself around Alex's neck, and slowly started to pull his head down towards my throbbing member. Somehow, through my delirium, I felt Alex tense, and his hands started shaking even more. It took me a second or two to realize what I was doing. As if something cut through me, I woke up, released the pressure on Alex's neck, and put my hand over his on my crotch. "Oh my God! Alex, I'm sorry!" I screamed. "I-I..." His shoulders started to tremble. He was crying. "Oh, my... no, no, no... please don't cry, I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you... I-I... It just felt sooo good and... I'm sorry." By now I was a nervous wreck. Tears ran from my eyes at the thought of Alex never wanting to see me again. Through tears, and without looking at me, Alex whispered "T-Thank you for stopping." And before I had the chance to say something, he continued timidly, "I-I'm sorry I can't *sniffle* satisfy your *sniffle* n-needs. I-I'm just scared that *sniffle* it's gonna hurt *sniffle* like the last time..." I was stunned by his answer. I was the one that did something wrong, and he was the one apologizing. I didn't know what to say, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. Finally I spoke "Babe, I... no, you shouldn't be apologizing for that! It's not your fault! This is my fault. I allowed myself to think with the wrong head for a second, and I tried to force you into something you weren't ready for, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me!" He didn't answer, but just wrapped his arms around me and buried his face into my chest, sobbing. "FUCK! I'm such a wuss! Why the hell would you want to have anything to do with me?!" he said, sounding agitated, but sad for the most part. He tried to get out of my embrace, but I just held on to him tighter. "NO!" I said, probably with a bit too much anger in my voice, because I felt him tense. After that I softened my voice and said "Alex, please! Don't do that to yourself! Don't put yourself down like that! You are NOT a wuss! You've been through a highly traumatic experience that is not forgotten easily. You just need help getting over it and if you want me to, I'll be glad to help as much as I can." I stopped for a second and hugged him tighter, before continuing, "I dare to hope that someday you will trust me enough to let me into your heart. Until that day comes, I will be here for you and help you." Through sobs, he managed to say, again sounding agitated and sad, "But WHY? I mean, there are a bunch of other guys that are not fucked up as I, and not to forget are way hotter than me, that would put out to you in a matter of seconds! I mean, look at you! You are a fucking Nordic GOD, every girl's and gay guy's dream!" "STOP!" Now I was getting agitated. "Alex, what you have to realize is that everything is not, I repeat, is NOT about sex! I don't care that some airheaded slut would be willing to put out to me! I do NOT want that! What I want is YOU. Because I love YOU. To me, there is NO guy other than you." I rubbed his back, and kissed him on the top of his head before continuing. "I know you don't believe me. After what you've been through, that's understandable, but I'm not gonna let that discourage me, because every day from now on I'm gonna tell you and show you how much I love you, and I'm not gonna give up." After that, he didn't say anything; he just buried his head in my chest and wept. Somewhere along the line, tears started streaming down my cheeks as I rocked him gently in my arms. We lay like that for some time, each in our own thoughts, until we were startled by the sound of my phone ringing. We both jumped at the sudden interruption, and I rushed to find my phone in my jeans that were on the floor next to the bed. I answered it without even looking who it was, "Hello." "Hi, Colin. It's mom. I called to tell you that your father and I won't be home for at least another week or two, maybe even longer." "Oh, okay, mom. Anything else?" "Oh, yeah, we transferred enough money to your account for at least another month so you are set." "Thanks mom. Bye." This didn't come as a shock to me. My parents were never home, especially since I started high school and became more independent. As I was talking to her on the phone, Alex wiped away his face and straightened up, but his eyes were still red and puffy. He must have seen the blank, emotionless look on my face, because after I hung up, he looked at me, with concern evident on his face, and said "What was that about? Is something wrong?" "Wha-? No, no, nothing's wrong. That was my mom, she called to tell me she and dad won't be home for another week or so." He looked confused. "So you are like home alone?" Since he looked confused, and obviously wasn't aware of the fact that my parents were never home, I explained, "Yeah, my parents are practically absent most of the year, so no shock that they are staying longer than expected." Then I tried to change the subject, because I really didn't want to discuss my home life right now: "So, you hungry?" Alex shook his head and answered, "Um, yeah." I grinned and said, "Good, 'cuz I am too! C'mon, let's get you downstairs." And before he had an opportunity to complain, I jumped up off the bed and lifted him up in my arms and was on my way downstairs. "Colin, wait. I um, have to pee." "Oh, okay." I took him to the bathroom and carefully lowered him to the floor, so he was standing on his good leg. I just stood there, a bit uncomfortable while he did his thing, but soon enough he was done and we were on our way to the kitchen. "You know I can walk, right? Well, maybe not all that fast, but I can, you don't have to carry me around." Alex said halfway down the stairs. "I know," was all I said, with a shit-eating grin plastered on my face. The next hour or two were an uneventful affair. We ate some bacon and eggs that I made, and then snuggled up on the couch and watched some stupid humor shows. We laughed so hard our sides hurt. We were almost asleep when Alex's phone rang. I heard only one side of the conversation. "Oh, hi!" "Nah, he's still here. We were just watching some TV." "Who's there?" "Wow, its Saturday, 3 PM. What the hell is everyone doing there?" "Okay, yeah." "No need. Colin said he'd like to come too, so he's driving." "Okay..." "We"ll be there in about an hour tops." "Okay, bye." And he hung up. "That was my sis saying she's at Skull." "Yeah, I kind of figured that out." I said and poked him in the ribs. He jumped and giggled "Hey!" "Haha, I love it that you're ticklish!" "I don't!" he said with a fake pout. I had to laugh at that. "Haha, okay, okay, I won't tickle you, and now it's time to go, right?" "Right! So get to work!" he said with a grin. At first I didn't understand what he wanted from me, but then he lifted his arms up like a kid does when it wants to be picked up. I chuckled and picked him up, and we headed towards the car. ---------------- Guys I'm really sorry for taking so long to publish this chapter but between my job and my finals I really have no time to write at all. I hope you understand :) ----------- Thank you for reading 'Colin's 'Perfect' Life' pt6! The story will continue if once again I get good rewievs! :D Petra.jardas22@gmail.com ! Also I remind you that Nifty depends on the donations of it's readers ! Ps. English is not my native language so if I made a few mistakes please forgive me .