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A/N: Thus, the end. This should serve as a guide in reading this:


Paragraphs in italic are intended to be set in a different time perspective, but not so far into the past.
Lines in bold italic are song lyrics
Otherwise, all other paragraphs in regular, unformatted font adheres to the present time perspective.

Copyright kkrimson 2013


Chapter 10
~Rest~


~*~*~*~

"Hm..hmm...hmhmhmm...hmhmmm," I hummed to a tune Andre was playing. It seemed his hand was skillful enough to incite that wonderful melody. Well he got one key wrong, but I didn't mind. "Andre. Wrong key," I whispered, feeling my own hot breath.

"Hm?" he raised his eyebrow at me, sporting that sweet, little smile. "How would you know?"

"Coz I know how to play the pinao? Duh," I said, poking my tongue at him.

"You do, huh," he said, sounding so amused. "Well, this isn't the piano I'm playing with, is it?"

He reminded me just what he was playing with. And sure enough, his hands weren't on any piano keys. As playful as they were, that quick pinch and pull just made my nipples a lot harder than earlier. And like a delicate piano string struck by its key, the lustful moan I let out only begged to be heard.

"You have a beautiful voice, Peter," Andre whispered, dragging the sound of my name with his raspy yet sexy voice. He leaned into me and gave me his sweetest taste.

"If you played me right..." I told him, licking his lips, tasting that lingering sweet taste of honey.

"I would never play with you in the wrong way ever again," he said, closing his eyes once more as we explored each other's mouths.

"Play for me," I whispered into him.

~*~*~*~

I was glad to see Andre without any more cast on his arm. He's recovered quite well and except for his voice, he was pretty much the same handsome boy I fell in love with. His rosy cheeks were more than an indicator that color once again filled his life.

He was sitting in front of the piano, ready to play the song he promised for me to hear. I was feeling excited, not able to wait any longer to see just how skillful he may turn out to be. Soon enough, the air inside the studio was filled with the sound of the first few notes, waiting for me to accompany them with my own instrument -- my own voice.

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide

As it was, I had no reasons to hide. What Andre and I shared was for all the world to see. I decided to finally come out to everyone else and just have my claim over Andre. If there was something I'd like for everyone to know, it was the fact that no other boy, not even someone who looked a lot like me, like the evil twin I had back in Sweden, can ever be Andre's love. And I'd do anything to keep it that way.

Andre looked at me, his hands carefully hitting one key and another in a smooth and practiced motion, and offered me a gentle smile. I stood by the piano, looking deep into those pools that gave life to mine. And my voice sounded a lot more beautiful to my own ears, making its way through the little smile on my lips

I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

A big house sounded nice to live in, but I really don't have much to buy both of us a mansion. Maybe one day if I made a big name in the music industry. Not because of some autotune, but because of Andre's sweet voice echoing with my own.

And as much as that big house sounded so nice, I really don't need much to feel at home as long as Andre was by my side. I sound so melodramatic, don't I? But believe me that `home is where the heart is.' And my heart belonged to Andre and no one else for that matter.

~*~*~*~

I never thought Andre's hands would almost turn my bare skin into ashes. It burned, but it didn't hurt. It was that same gentle fire that he wielded as he played with my nipples, poking at them while his mouth sucked the air out of mine. He nibbled hard on my lips, but there was no pain to it. Was it ironic that he sucked the life out of me, but kept my heart to a pace where all the roses in my garden bloomed like never before?

"Andre..." I moaned. "I missed you so much..."

My hands found their way to that familiar curve on the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to me. His voice might have changed, but his moans were just as sexy as the first time I heard it. If he could sing a full song with just his moans, I'd be hard by the time he hit the first note.

"I love you...Peter," he mumbled, his breath hitched just as I bit into his lip. Those pink and luscious beauty just fit snuggly in my own.

"Love...Andre." I was being incoherent for most of my part. But he should know what I meant. Hell, he was on top of me, his bare chest inches from mine and the outline of his hard dick brushing against mine. I thrust into him, wanting so much to feel it without the burden of clothes.

~*~*~*~

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

Truth be told, I wouldn't need any potion to know that Andre loved me. He showed it in any way he can, even if it did hurt sometimes. But the pain only made it more authentic, one I could call my own. For if it didn't hurt even just for once in a while, I wouldn't know just how gentle love can be.

And I really don't need to be a sculptor to see just how perfect our love -- our creation -- was. Well, it wasn't perfect in all sense of the word. It had its shortcomings, but the work of art wasn't meant to be perfect in the first place. It was meant to evolve as time carved out its path, as our feelings engraved on it much deeper. It was a dynamic masterpiece, perfect from one angle, rough from the other, but just right to fit both of our lives beautifully.

I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song, and this one's for you

Andre's hand were swiftly flowing from piano key to piano key right now. He wasn't looking at me anymore. For the first time, it was me that noticed his eyes close to the sound he was playing. Maybe my voice reached deep into his heart, blocking out any unworthy sounds, telling him to look for it deep within himself. But he didn't need to look for it that far. I was beside him, and my voice would always be in that same place.

A gift sounded so much like the love I gave him. It wasn't for any selfish reasons and I wasn't expecting anything in return. But Andre did return my feelings for him. For the heck of it, I was the one who received his love first. I could still remember that giggling boy from the doorway and how much I felt so annoyed that time. But thinking about it right now, that was when he gave me his gift. It may sound silly, but his giggle was as much angelic as his voice. And I don't even need to remind you of the first time I heard him sing.

All our lives spent together, we were always exchanging gifts, singing to each other. But this one song meant something more special than all the other songs we did.

~*~*~*~

Andre reluctantly broke the kiss, moving down to leave butterfly kisses on my neck. I turned my head to one side, allowing him the liberty to taste one of his favorite parts of my body once more. I should know, for he lingered much longer before finally trailing farther down and to my nipples. His burning hand had left it a while ago, cold and still longing for more. But his playful tongue made it known to me that fire wasn't the only thing that burned my skin.

I squinted my eyes, letting out short breaths in rapid succession. My hands moved up to run through the strands of his hair. I balled some in my fists, but made sure not to pull on them too hard. And Andre just kissed my nipples deeper and sucked on them harder.

His hands didn't stay idle for long as they found their way to hem of my pants. Andre undid the button, pulled down the zipper and just left it open for later access. I wasn't wearing any boxers or underwear and I could feel the cool air reaching the tip of my dick. And I don't need to tell you just how that felt on a really hard member.

"Damn it, Andre!" I let out, not able to withstand the throbbing sensation confined in its prison.

He left my nipples, moved back up and licked the back of my ear, whispering, "Impatient, huh..."

"Three fucking years!" I reminded him, feeling him nibble on my earlobe.

"Sorry," he whispered once more.

"Just..." I felt my heart stop when his hand reached into my pants, wrapping around my dick and cupping my balls. I lifted my hips up, shoving into him, as he pushed my pants slowly downward. "Oh gawd...hah...mhmmm."

His hand was tight around my shaft while I did as much as I could to fuck it. My thrusts were slow enough to go in rhythm with my moans. But he silenced me with a quick and deep kiss, reminding me to be patient -- to wait just a little bit longer.

~*~*~*~

And you can tell everybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

As much as I wanted to tell everyone that Andre belonged to me and I was only his, I really would appreciate it if our song remained only for the two of us to hear. It was enough for the world to know, to see that we were indeed a couple. But this song should only be kept between us to keep its meaning both special and sacred. I might be selfish, but it's all for the right reasons. This song, no matter how simple, meant everything our hearts ever wanted to say to each other and not for other people to criticize and make fun of.

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Wonderful might be an understatement. I found it hard to describe exactly how my life was with Andre in it. However, for me to actually put it down in words, life would seem like a dream. But Andre's love was so real for me to even doubt.

~*~*~*~

He left my mouth for real this time as he shifted on top of me, releasing his grip on my erection, leaving that empty and cold feeling. He was kneeling on my bed, straddling me by the hips. He held the edges of my pitiful jeans and dragged it halfway down my thighs to reveal my entire nakedness. From the corner of my eyes, I saw that longing and impressed look on his handsome face.

"I still can't believe how much you've grown," he said, poking at my glans. "This isn't the little boy you used to be, Peter." He was amusing himself by forming circles with my dick, much like how a person stirred his cup of coffee. The throbbing worsened as he did so.

"Like how you suddenly have a six pack," I told him, my voice deep and rough. "How'd you get them anyway?"

"Workout..." he simply answered. "And I'm gonna give you just the proper exercise to stretch this muscle," he added, grabbing my dick and stroking it.

"Mmmhm...hah..." How could I object to that? I needed the workout, too, anyway.

His strokes started going faster and faster, far too impossible for my breath to catch up with. My moans only got deeper and louder. But in between those incoherent words, I could hear my own voice singing.

~*~*~*~

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Have you ever noticed how cloudless the sky can actually be? If you haven't, you need only to look at Andre's eyes. Nothing could ever be more cloudless that those sincere pools pulling me deep into an ocean full of unknowns. But to hell with any doubts and fears that I might have. I almost lost Andre, and I'd never want that to happen again. If it meant taking on every risks and challenges along the way, I'd be willing to do so as long as I have him by my side...and he has me walking with him...drowning together deep into where Atlantis might be resting. Who knows, we might even find our own lost city.

However, the lyrics to the song might actually be true. Sometimes, I'd forget just how blue Andre's eyes were. Not because I actually `forgot' about them, but because of how much my own eyes reflected off his. `A garden set afloat, but a garden nonetheless.'

~*~*~*~

His hand stopped stroking my dick, holding it now like some joystick or something. His thumb poked at my peehole and I could vividly see him smile down at it even when I had my eyes closed. His other finger traced the outline of my dickhead, pressing it against his thumb.

"So big...I can't hold it much more," he said. Not long after, I felt the tip of his tongue taste the tip of my dick. He was a bit hesitant, or was he teasing me all along? He did it once more, just poking at my dick, before finally dragging his wet tongue down under my glans and blowing warm air onto it.

"I don't like...being teased, Andre," I reminded him, in as much as my voice sounded serious and flat.

"Too good for me to finish in one go," he said, wrapping his lips around my raw head before popping it out, the slick sound of saliva unmistakably audible. "Besides...I like to try out this one other thing..."

Before I could ask just what he wanted to do, he stole the words right off my mouth and replaced them with a gasp when he plunged his mouth onto my dick, wrapping it once more in that warm and familiar cavern.

~*~*~*~

Anyway the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen

Could you ever read every emotion just by looking at one's eyes? Heh. That sounded really sweet and maybe just a little impossible. But when love aided your vision, it wasn't that hard anymore to actually see just how sincere Andre's eyes can be. He was good with his words, but he was better without saying anything and just by looking at me. Sure, he sounded like an angel, but his eyes spoke more volumes and even flickered as he hit the high notes. It was like some iTunes visualizer, for the lack of any more suitable reference.

But as it was, Andre still had his eyes closed while playing gracefully on the piano. I didn't mind though, for I knew that I had a lifetime ahead to have them looking at me. And they were the most beautiful when I wake up seeing them smiling at me in the morning.

~*~*~*~

If there was one thing that Andre was good at, he was definitely good at sucking my dick. I wouldn't say sucking dicks `coz he should only have mine. Never mind what he did to that...to my evil twin. That sneaky bastard, hitting on my Andre when he was most vulnerable! He'd pay for that, one of these days. But, going back to the thing that Andre was good at. Well, he wasn't only good at giving me blowjobs. In fact, he was good at lots of things. And he had the most amazing voice in the world. Don't go telling me I'm biased `coz I loved him so much. If you ever heard his voice, I'm sure you'd throw yourself at his feet and begin worshipping him like some god. But this god, I tell you, was no more than human and all so real for me to actually fall in love with.

I was drawn out of my thoughts as Andre withdrew from devouring my whole length and resorted to just sucking on its head. His one hand was cupping my balls, pinching it in between his nimble fingers.

I almost felt like going over the edge when he finally drew back altogether. I was panting when I opened my eyes to look at him. "Why'd you stop?" I asked.

"I want to try something new," he simply said, pushing my legs apart, partially folding them by the knees.

Right before I could ask anything, his face disappeared before my eyes as he dove in, cupped my butt cheeks and parted them and breathed on my butthole. My eyes widened at the realization that he would actually....

"Fuck!" I shouted, barely able to keep it quiet enough for my mom and dad not to hear us. But Andre's wet tongue pushing its tip inside my pink flower made it hard for me to contain the lustful moans. Even as I bit into my lip, when his tongue plunged in deeper, I could make out the taste of iron in my mouth and not even that could keep my cries silent.

His swirling tongue inside my butthole burned so much more than his hands on my bare skin. That was raw flesh he was playing with, damn it! And he even managed to suck the breath out of me even without kissing me!

I whimpered a bit when he withdrew his tongue, giving my puckered hole one last kiss, for now. I could see his face once more, just inches away from my dick. I was going to compliment him but he made me look at him confusingly when he put his finger into his mouth, sucking on them like he did on my dick. And he even winked at me so sexily. I didn't know if I should blush or laugh at his display.

"How `bout I give you a good stretching," he offered. I only stared at him, still trying to catch my breath. Well, I knew what he was talking about. I wasn't a stranger to porno sites, after all. It didn't take much time for him to take his finger back out and poked at my entrance once more. His lips moved in closer to my dickhead, blowing on it once again. He was giving me a blowjob, quite literally. I would've slapped his face with my big dick if it hadn't been for the fact that his face rubbed against it and over my nuts. My attention, or what was left of it from so many things going on, fell back on his circling finger around my entrance. The saliva made it quite slick and just so fucking sexy.

Two things happened at once. Two very amazing things that could ever happen to a boy. One, his mouth wrapped around my glans with his one hand stroking my length. And two, his finger just made its way past my entrance. I never did anything like this before, so I wasn't sure how to feel or even react. But for the heck of me, how could I ever react in a reasonable manner when I was busy being at the receiving end of Andre's love.

"Deeper," I begged him, thrusting onto his finger. And there it was -- that unmistakable soft spot of every man.

~*~*~*~

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is, while you're in the world

I finally finished the song, and Andre carefully played the last few notes. He looked so peaceful when he slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at me. I smiled at him and he did the same

"Beautiful," he said.

"You played well, for a beginner," I told him, sitting next to him.

"I have an awesome teacher," he whispered into my ear, reaching around my back to guide my head onto his shoulder. He kissed my strands, running his hand through them as I leaned into him.

"Are you saying that you're awesome?" I asked. "I mean, you did learn how to play on your own, right?

"We both know I'm awesome," he said, giggling. I just rolled my eyes and sighed. "But it's actually you teaching me."

"Giving me credit, huh? But I didn't teach you anything," I said, giving him a puzzled look.

"It was your music book, remember? That song where you wrote `my favoreet.'" He chuckled at my incompetent spelling.

"Aw, c'mon! Like you didn't misspell a word when you were little," I pointed out to him. "I bet you can't even spell every word in the dictionary right now."

"The only word I need to spell..." he started, as he took hold of my chin and leaned in to ghost my lips. "...is love, Peter."

I almost burst out laughing at what he just said. He gave me that confused look when he heard me giggle.

"Love?" I said. "You're sooo cheesy sometimes, y'know that?"

"And I can be melted cheese when you're hugging me," he said and I finally burst out laughing.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I mumbled, my laughter dying away. "How `bout we see just how good of a melted cheese you are," I added, running two of my fingers up his thigh, stopping just short of an inch away from his visible hard on.

~*~*~*~

Andre was giving a helluva stretch. One finger after the other -- both in a scissoring motion. And it felt so fucking good. I couldn't look at him, I had my arm draping over my head. I felt as if there was a furnace burning from within me. And my moans were like firewood crackling in pure bliss.

"Hah...fuck...deeper..." I begged him. I felt his smile form `round my dickhead, teasing me, no doubt.

And just when my dick started twitching, unable to hold the load it so wanted to release, Andre pulled back, making me eye him warningly. Did he ever need to do that? I wanted to cum so badly and he just didn't let me!

"You're all set, Peter," he said, which cleared away the clouds in my eyes. I knew exactly what he meant by that.

He kneeled once more, and unbuttoned his jeans. That tight bulge looked bigger than the last time I saw it. And that was only yesterday when I dripped some strawberry ice cream over it. I remembered him flinching at the cool sensation. I smiled at him before licking the sweet taste of Andre, mixing strawberry and cum -- a smoothie far too good for me to share.

His throbbing erection finally revealed itself and I saw that little white droplet from his dickhead. He leaked? And just by doing all those things to me. I should be the one leaking here. He pulled the rest of my pants down my legs and left me in my birthday suit. Then, he crawled back on top of me and kissed me gently, asking if I was ready for the inevitable.

"Please...I want you, Andre," I said, staring deep into his eyes, caressing his cheek. He smiled a bit and nodded.

Then, I felt his raw head make contact with my tight entrance. My dick only got harder and more painful and I could tell that I was oozing with precum.

"Lube?" I asked.

"Took care of it," he said and I could feel just how much he leaked. There was that sticky feeling on my butthole. "On the count of three..." he added.

"One..." I started.

"Two..." he continued for me, and I felt him pushing into me, slowly.

"Three..." We both sealed the deal with a kiss and that was when every inch of my raw flesh inside blazed an inextinguishable fire.

Time slowed to a stop as Andre still refused to move inside me. He was getting used to how tight I was. And when finally I could feel his dick twitch, I thrust my bum into him. "Move," I said.

"So impatient..." he mumbled, but complied nonetheless.

My moans earlier were nothing compared to the volume in them right now. I didn't care where we were -- in my room upstairs with my mom and dad just one floor below. And, oh, I should have said that my room was somewhere above our kitchen and it was almost dinnertime.

"Faster...hah...please," I begged again, not wanting to hold back even just for a bit. "So...fucking...ahhh!"

"Damn, you're tight, Peter..." Andre huskily said. "...need more stretching..."

"I'm a virgin, remember?" I sounded.

"...all the better..." he replied, nibbling at my lip.

We were dancing, as stupid as that might seem. I held his waist, his hands just brushing against my shoulders. The heated passion was not only burning inside my ass but also inside my mouth. There was no battle for dominance between our tongues. There was just the right melody to have them gracefully topple over each other. And there was a lot of sucking and nibbling involved. I swear, my fingernails almost dug its way into his flesh.

My body rocked as Andre thrust deeper and deeper, hitting that one awesome spot. Thank god for the anatomy of man, for leaving that tender and erotic thing right up inside my ass. Suddenly, that throbbing and twitching sensation on my dick got worse and I could feel that I was almost...just a little bit more over the edge of...

"Hah!...ughh...mhmmmm...fuck!...Andre!" That may have been the loudest moan I ever let out. And I swear, I heard some plates breaking down below. Shit...well, my mom wanted me to be careful.

"...shit...ahhh..." Andre moaned as well, before his body stiffed and his dick twitched uncontrollably inside me. Then, that warm and sticky feeling filled me up. Must be cumberry smoothie, I thought. Yeah, I gave it a name of its own.

All that feeling, all that awesome feeling made my dick shoot its load on Andre's bare chest and toned muscles. And it even dripped on my torso, hot as ever.

Finally, every movement stopped, except for Andre's juice seeping out my ass. The burning feeling was still there, but his cum soothed out some of the pain for having my ass ripped in two. Who knew losing one's virginity would be so fucking awesome, with just a little bit of pain to it. But if given the chance, I'd gladly lose my virginity to Andre over and over again.

I felt him draw his dick out, my ass tightening once more over it, like it never wanted for it to leave. If my butthole knew how to kiss, it certainly did so when Andre's dickhead finally popped out.

"...so hot..." Andre whispered as he crawled off me and began moving to lie by my side.

"...yeah...I'm so glad I was your first fuck," I told him, facing him.

"You will always be the first, Peter," he said, taking hold of my chin.

"And your only one," I said, a bit of warning in my voice. He giggled and I eyed him more seriously.

"Yeah...never again..." His eyes looked apologetic and I could only do as much as kiss him, saying that I did forgive him. Well, if he only knew, I'd always be willing to forgive him. But he should also know that he should never hurt me again or else, I'd never let him see me in my birthday suit for the rest of his life.

"Your turn," I whispered, smiling goofily at him. "Let's see if you need stretching..."


Epilogue

As time always seemed to heal all wounds, Andre' voice started sounding a whole lot better. He was under therapy, both from me and from his physician. Well, I gave him his daily dosage of moans and whimpers which exercised his vocal cords...and a lot of stretching in some other part of his body.

Luke, for his own part, found something...someone to share his life with. I'd never expect him to find that one special thing in one of our best friends. It wasn't Dillan, for one thing. If you can still remember who among our group laughed like girl, then you'd be able to picture out how his moans would sound. And no, I never heard him moan, but I bet he sounded even more like a girl.

Kieran still owed me for blurting out Andre's name to Luke, but I forgave him for that. It all ended up for the better anyway. And I finally met his girlfriend. Who would've thought he'd end up with Erika, the same girl with that beautiful lips and that Hello Kitty hair clip. They looked cute together, I guess.

A lot has happened since I reunited with Andre. Some mishaps and shouting and talking and kissing and making up once again. Heh. I could never stay mad at him for so long. We even volunteered our time to teach at Ms. Jane's studio and found Mikey sitting on that same piano bench, giggling with some other boy his age. It reminded me of the first time I met Andre. But Mikey was a whole lot confident than me. I mean, who would ever kiss a boy in front of Ms. Jane? Well, she didn't lose her composure for even a second, but she did give me a knowing look.

As for everything else, it all just fell into place...into its own rhythm on the piano. And it sounded beautiful.

~*~*~*~

Was it all a dream? Was I staring at myself in the mirror, picturing Andre's eyes on me...that same pink and thin lips forming into a smile...that pair of dimples that carved out along with it...that handsome face which blushed on its own...and that heartfelt voice that chased away all my fears...

"You ready?" someone asked me from behind, feeling a gentle tap on my shoulder.

"Yeah..." I mumbled, mostly to myself.

"You sure?" he asked once more.

I tightened my grip on the one special thing in my hand. The outline of a heart formed within my fist. It wasn't cold to hold despite the chrome coating. And, I don't know if I was making up some things, but I almost felt a heartbeat from it.

"Yeah..." I said in a much louder voice. "C'mon..."

We walked back to the car, the umbrella barely keeping us dry from the unsympathetic rain. Just before going inside, I stopped and grabbed the other boy's shoulder.

"Pinch me..." I said.

"What?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Pinch me," I repeated. "...pinch me hard."

He just shrugged at me and did as I told him. It was a quick pinch, quite painful actually. But it was enough to tell me that I was alive and everything...everything was real.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"I'd do anything for you, Peter," he said, looking sincerely at me.

"I know..." I told him and got inside the car. It was going to be a long ride home.

One thing is for certain, though. It wasn't a dream...


~ Fin ~


...And that concludes this story... T_T ...or does it? hmm, it's for you to find out..mostly

To you, who has the time to read this little piece of work, thank you so much. I couldn't ask for more than to have my story span the screen of your computers once in a while. And to some of you who I can say, are now my friends, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I'm having lots of fun just sharing a warm (and sometimes steamy) conversation over anything with you guys.

And thank you so much for sharing this journey with me. Really, I loved receiving your thoughtful and awesome messages. It warms my heart so much to hear from all of you...Sorry if my replies come in a bit late, though. There's just some other things that need to be taken care of. You understand, right? And oh, Peter wanted to thank all of you as well. And he asked me if you guys ever wondered what the key chain looked like. Well, he felt overly generous sharing this one special thing with all of you. So don't be shy to look at it, feel it and maybe cry over it if you want ^_^. After all, it's not a dream. Here it is: Peter's Heart

Here is my other story on this archive:Measuring Love

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With love and always wishing you the best,
kkrimson.