Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2014 13:03:31 +1000 From: Addisyn Draco Batchelor Subject: Ok. 4 This story is a work of fiction. any similarities are completely coincidental. 'Ok.' contains love and sex between teenage boys. Any mention of celebrities or characters from tv is not an assumption of their sexuality.The obvious thing if you don't like this is to go somewhere else. If it is illegal to read this where you're from please do the same. It also contains some coarse language, just coz it's hard to write naturally without writing the way I speak. Overall I'd rate it M for mature audiences, so if you're not old enough to be here, please seriously consider not being here. This is my first public submission, but please don't hold back. If you'd like to send me an email, I look forward to it - addisyn.draco@gmail.com. Thank you to all the authors who inspired me. Thanks to Nifty, who do an amazing job helping writers be read. Donate if you can! Toby's Bedroom. Once I open the door to my bedroom I stop Axyl. Don't want him to be shocked with the mess. "Sorry, it's a mess. Parties, drinking. You know, rock star stuff..." I explain. He replies, "It's no problem. You should have seen my room in Sweden. Potions, broomsticks. You know, witch stuff..." And pokes his tongue out. I burst out laughing and grab him. Fuck, I could rip his clothes off now and have my way with him. But, I don't. I'm at least some level of gentleman. Or batshit crazy. We kiss for what seemed like a few hours, losing both of our shirts at some stage, writhing around on my massive bed, skin on skin, burning like fire. So much for the gentleman thing. I look into his ocean blue eyes and feel like I'm pleasantly drowning, engulfed by the tiny cobalt flecks in otherwise endless blue. His soft lips dance with mine and I feel happier than I ever remember being. Eventually our human need for oxygen prevailed and we gasp for breath while staring into each others eyes. I look at my bedside clock and it reads 3:00am. Axyl notices it and says "Wow, witching hour. My favourite time of day... Well, night.." "What's witching hour?" I ask "Well, since witches and other magical beings have been feared and hated basically forever, we've had to work in the shadows. And 3 am is basically the midpoint between sunset and sunrise. When we are apparently most powerful" This made me curious. "So, show me what you can do then!" "Only if you sing for me." "I asked first." Mature, I know. *Fine* I didn't register at first, but I heard the word spoken in my head. *This is one thing that I can do. I can talk to you this way, and now that you know about it, you can talk to me like this too. With some practise.* "Fucking cool..." was all I could say. Not that I had to say it, it showed plainly in my face. And he can read my thoughts anyway, or change them or something. Either way, I keep falling more for him. Then a book from my bookshelf at the other end of the room came flying at me, stopped in front of me and landed harmlessly on the bed. It was 'The Complete Works of William Shakespeare', and was opened to my favourite play, 'Romeo and Juliet'. I just stare at it blankly like it had just slapped me and told me to dance for it. Then I glanced at Ax and he was trying really hard not to laugh. "I'm guessing you're a Shakespeare fan too?" I ask. It was the obvious assumption, "How did you know Romeo and Juliet was my favourite?" "Its the pages you've poured the most hours into reading. It was actually easy. It's my favourite too." The boy just looks at me like he knows exactly what I'm thinking. If he knew I was mentally reciting the balcony scene to him, I'd probably be blushing again. Axyl snaps me out of my thoughts by saying, "Ok, I've done my end of the deal. Enough of my magic. Your turn!." I couldn't say no, so I went to my epic surround sound stereo system (not bragging, I swear) and attached my iPad to the stereo. "Ok. I'm really really tired, and you look tired too. So I'm going to sing a lullaby. Well, as much of a lullaby as I've got. So, here goes I guess." I press play and Dancing Inside by The All American Rejects starts playing. And I start singing, like I've never sung before. Whether it was the presence of my little witch or the filling of a void I didn't know I had, something was enhancing my every sense and feeling. Axyl probably is the single best and most beautiful thing in my life, and it was showing through my voice. In less than 12 hours he's changed my life. When the song ended I realized Axyl was asleep and, not snoring, but softly purring. Or lightly growling. Either way, it was so incredibly cute. I curl up next to him, put my arms around him and felt his soft breathing. Before I know it, I've drifted into a deep sleep, anxious only to spend more time with Ax. That's a nice nickname. Ax... Ax.....