In All Your Heavy Blue - 3. "I'm Taking You Home"

David could feel the cold morning breeze on the other side of the window glass as he leaned his head against it. His eyes glanced through as Samuel veered the car into his grandparents' driveway, stopping just in front of their house. He turned the engine off and slanted into his seat, allowing a deafening stillness to take over. David kept staring out the window, his face concealed by his hoodie.

"David, we're here." Samuel uttered, unsure if the boy was awake or not.

"Yeah." David replied, his voice layered with despondency. He finally turned to face Samuel, his eyes scanning him, showcasing an uncharacteristically timorous demeanor. "When can I see you again?" The boy questioned.

"David..." Samuel muttered, trying desperately to tame his blunt nature and pick his words wisely. "We talked about this." He reasoned.

"I know. But you said I could drop by anytime." The boy reminded Samuel, much to his nuisance. "Besides, I can't stop thinking about sucking your cock again." David lustfully teased.

"Jesus, David." Samuel blurted out, unable to prevent a nervous chuckle from escaping his mouth. David's voice felt like a smooth tongue sliding across his neck, and his dick was hardening inside his sweatpants. "You have your life. Your friends." Samuel redirected.

"They're boring. I wanna be with you." David replied, coasting his head on his seat, his eyes still locked on Samuel and a playful smirk pushing through.

"What?" Samuel questioned as he darted around, his eyes trying desperately to avoid David's deep blue gaze flashing at his engorged crotch.

"Nothing." David responded, attempting to cage his giggles.

Samuel's hands stretched forward and gripped the steering wheel, clasping it. He glanced at David as a rush of euphoria washed over his body, and despite his best efforts, the truth was, all he could think about was having the boy's lips girded around his shaft again.

"Exactly." David uttered, grinning. Samuel's eyes flared, taken aback by David's momentarily unforeseen telepathic abilities. But, then, his surprise melted into a smile, surprisingly tender.

"I'll pick you up on Friday." Samuel uttered as David's body squirmed in his seat, a bubbling radiance taking hold of him. Samuel chuckled softly. "Now get the fuck out of my car." He razzed.

David smiled, and for a brief moment, it seemed he was about to lean into Samuel. But he hesitated, taking his hand to the door, opening it, and hopping out. He closed it behind him and walked around the car, knocking on Samuel's window. Samuel lowered it slowly, turning his head to face David, whose blue eyes locked on his mouth while his tongue skimmed over his plump lips. Samuel's dick pulsed inside his pants as David leaned in, seemingly determined to go for a kiss. But he didn't. He just wavered there.

"I'll text you later." David declared, stepping back and marching off, bearing an understated smile.

"Don't..." Samuel muttered, annoyed. "This fucking kid..." He whispered, chuckling at David's wilful spirit.

As the boy strode away, Samuel noticed the lights on the first floor popping on, and as David reached the door, his grandmother showed up, looking testy and upset. He could hear her muffled voice cackling in the distance, skimming at his car as she dragged her grandson inside.

"Hey, old hag." Samuel whispered, turning the keys on the ignition and driving off.

He arrived at his apartment complex and was parking the car in the garage when he received a text from David.

"I can still taste your cum in my mouth. D."

Samuel chuckled, a soft smirk emerging.

For the remainder of the week, Samuel didn't leave his flat, barely showered, hunched over his desk as his fingers punched viciously and vigorously on the keyboard. Then, finally, Thursday arrived, and he had scheduled to meet Jonathan at their favored coffee shop. They had been there for three hours already, shrouded in a cloud of smoke as Jonathan leafed through the more than 130 pages of Samuel's manuscript.

"This is the first draft?" Jonathan questioned, eyes peeking over the pages, his hand clutching a fat cigar from the ashtray as he took a deep whiff.

"Yeah. I rushed." Samuel replied, his hands in his pockets, body sloped on his chair, looking bored.

After a brief moment, a young waitress approached their table.

"Is everything ok? Can I get you anything else?" She politely asked.

"We're busy. Leave." Jonathan mumbled, his eyes locked on the pages.

Samuel looked at the timid waitress and shrugged, winking at her as he tried to ease her discomfort, discreetly signaling her to step away.

"So?" He asked, sighing as he tilted his head back, stretching his arms outwards, flexing out all those hours sitting down.

Jonathan piled all the pages, tucking them neatly on the table, his fingers sanding them as he pondered. His eyes finally lifted.

"This is riveting, Sam. Your best work yet." He said with contained excitement. Samuel smiled. "If you pull this off, it'll be a hit." He stated.

Jonathan paused, the cigar hovering between his fat fingers.

"This...isn't autobiographical, is it?" He probed, leaning over the table, his arms crossed over the manuscript. Samuel sat there in silence. "Shit..." Jonathan muttered.

"Don't." Samuel stated, looking around uncomfortably.

"Fine. I'll leave that to your shrink." Jonathan scoffed, brushing off the topic. "This thing right here will make us a lot of money." He stated, drumming the pile with his index finger. "Maybe even a Pulitzer." He murmured, peeking around as if someone could hear them.

"Don't get carried away." Samuel sounded, his voice neutral and calming.

"You got your groove back, kid. I'm proud of you." Jonathan declared, smiling. "Can I keep this?" He asked, lifting the manuscript. Samuel nodded. Jonathan picked up his briefcase and tossed the pile inside, closing it and placing the brief between his legs.

"So...how's David?" Jonathan teased, a malicious smirk on his lips.

"I said don't." Samuel threatened, his face flushed.

"Fine. Fine." Jonathan replied while chuckling, his hands detained in the air. "Whatever gets you writing." He razzed. "Are you around for the weekend?" He questioned.

"Hum...yeah. I'll stay in town." Samuel said elusively, his mind wandering as he looked at the clock.

"Then I'll see you on Saturday at the opening?" Jonathan questioned, to Samuel's addled semblance. "Sam, tell me you didn't forget about Natalie's vernissage..." He commented.

"Fuck, is that this weekend?" Samuel uttered. "I'll stop by, don't worry." He confirmed.

"Good. I'll see you there then. I'm out." Jonathan informed, getting up, his large tummy driving the table slightly forward as he fist-bumped his friend.

Samuel sat there, his fingers scraping the wooden table as he pondered. Ever since that night at the beach house, he hadn't been able to keep David off his mind, despite avoiding any contact with the boy or returning any of the several messages sent by him. But every time Samuel closed his eyes, images of David's lips stretched around his cock, his deep blue eyes looking at him, teasing his cum out would spring to mind. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, the truth was that Samuel was beginning to miss David's presence. And he couldn't wait to go pick him up the next day.

That evening, as he sat at his desk typing, a scotch and a lit cigarette ready by the side, Samuel's concentration was cut short by the sound of the intercom buzzing. He stood up and walked to the door, pressing the small button.

"Yeah?" Jonathan said.

"Mr. Barclay, sorry to bother you, sir. There's someone for you in the lobby." A soft male voice announced.

"I'm not expecting anyone." Samuel refuted. There was a brief silence.

"It's a young man, sir. He says he knows you. He's being very adamant." The male voice whispered, almost like a secret.

"Shit." Samuel uttered, tipping his forehead on the door as he exhaled. "I'll be right down." He stated.

He quickly put on his shorts, hoodie and took the lift. As he entered the building's lobby, he saw David sitting on a sofa. Both he and the concierge stood up at the same time.

"Mr. Barclay, I tried to explain you don't get visitors at these hours..." The skittish young man endeavored to clarify.

"It's ok, Brian." Samuel uttered as he stood there, his hands inside the side pockets of his jumper, wearing flip-flops and his burly fuzzy thighs pushing through his shorts. David's eyes roamed around his crotch. He looked at the boy for a second, waiting until his eyes finally rose to meet his. He felt like scolding David, but Brian's presence prevented him. "C'mon." He said, motioning with his head for David to follow.

David had been uncharacteristically quiet until now, but his smile finally erupted once Samuel permitted him to follow him up. He clutched his backpack from the couch and rushed over to him.

"Nice to meet you, Brian." He mocked as he walked by the young doorman, who looked utterly baffled.

By the time David reached the elevator, Samuel was already inside, waiting with his thumb pressed against the button, holding the door open. Once David was in, he closed it, and they leaned against the walls opposite each other.

"I said I'd pick you up tomorrow." Samuel stated sternly.

"I wanted to surprise you." David teased, his eyes scanning Samuel's face.

"I don't like surprises." Samuel shot back, his eyes drilling through the boy's head.

"I..." David uttered but was interrupted by the elevator door opening.

Samuel rambled off, and David followed as they walked across a small corridor toward a large door. Samuel swiped the card key and opened it, standing there as he held the door for David. The boy went inside, his eyes wandering around, a captivated gaze as he scoured every nook and cranny. Then his eyes locked on the giant glass window that occupied the entire north wall, showcasing a panoramic view of the city. David stood there, marveling as the city lights caromed over his blue eyes.

"You want something to drink?" Samuel invited from behind the small kitchenette adjacent to the living room.

"No." David replied, his eyes fixated on the glass window. He let his backpack fall by the side of his arm and tossed it on the couch before him. "Everyone in that building can see you." He commented, turning his blue eyes to meet Samuel, who couldn't help but softly sigh at how beautiful they were.

"Probably." Samuel uttered, chugging a small shot of whisky, then refilling the glass with roughly two fingers of quencher.

"Have you had anyone over?" The boy asked, a certain trepidation in his voice.

"Maybe." Samuel replied, his face hidden by the overall gloom surrounding the flat. Still, from where he stood, he could see the dismay on David's face. "What are you doing here, David?" He questioned, his cock hardening inside his shorts as he looked at the boy's lips.

David's eyes fled sideways, wandering around the room for a while before finally returning to Samuel.

"I missed you." David admitted, his voice soft and soothing. Samuel's chest caved, his eyes closing as he fought the urge to rush over to the boy. "Are you upset?" He asked.

"No." Samuel replied. David's lips stretched slightly, showcasing a reluctant smile.

Samuel stood there, gazing at David from the other side of the room. His chest pumped blood into his body with such force that he could feel the thumping inside his ears. Then, suddenly, David pulled his hoodie off, his smooth, chiseled stomach momentarily exposed, and his blue eyes locked on Samuel. Then he pulled his shirt off, his upper body bare as the lights from the building on the other side of the street lit it. Samuel could see David's hard cock under his sweatpants as the boy rubbed over it playfully.

"Take them off." Samuel uttered, the words fleeing his mouth almost unwillingly. Behind the kitchen counter, his hand rubbed his cock busily.

David smiled, slid his fingers under the buckle of his pants, and pulled them down. As he straightened himself, his dick bounced forward, dangling as his hand stroked it. David's body was perfect, a sight to behold, Samuel thought.

"I could write a whole novel..." Samuel mumbled as he scanned the boy.

David started grazing his other hand over his torso, teasing his nipples and skimming his fingers around his belly button. Samuel felt inebriated by David's gaze, body, and presence. There was no logic or reason, but something was happening between them. Samuel took off his shirt, tossing it over the counter, pulling his shorts and kicking them to the side. He turned the corner, unveiling his 9-inch beast from under the shadow that concealed it. David's eyes sparkled, and his face lit up. Samuel walked over to the boy, his eyes locked on David's heavy blues. He stopped near him, letting his body fall on the couch, his arms spread outwards. David turned to him, his attention on Samuel's shaft, his mouth slightly opened as his tongue slid gently over his lips.

"Did you miss it?" Samuel asked, his voice low and guttural. David nodded and released a soft giggle. "Then get to it, boy." Samuel ordered, his cock palpitating between his legs, clamoring for David's lips.

David kneeled and immediately took his mouth to it, gobbling 5 inches, his tongue sliding delicately underneath, his moans chaperoning his movements, and his eyes looking up at Samuel, almost thankful for the pleasure he was providing. Inside David's mouth, Samuel's cock was already melting, his precum merging with the boy's spit, and as David's head moved around, Samuel could feel a scent of star anise brush under his nose very softly. His head fell back, and his hands went straight to David's head, grabbing his hair. Samuel began to thrust deeper inside the boy's mouth, pleasantly surprised how he had not only picked up on what they had done the last time but had also improved. David's mouth felt like a tight pussy, engulfing his whole cock, the walls of the boy's mouth hugging it like a viper. Samuel halted his thrusts, but to his surprise, David kept going, mimicking his partner's momentum.

"Slow down, David. You'll make me cum." Samuel warned as David's mouth became tighter and tighter, his lips sliding ferociously along Samuel's shaft.

But the boy seemed relentless in his pursuit to pleasure Samuel. He glanced down, trying to catch David, but all he found was the boy's hair and his head as it bounced up and down, and from behind it, the most sensual slurping and moaning sound. David's low voice seemed fused with a gentle, almost feminine tone. Samuel's hand grasped the boy's head, and as he felt himself reaching his orgasm, he started pulling David away, only to be met by a growling, angry sound like a dog fending a bowl of food.

"Fuck...fuck...FUCK!" Samuel hollered, snapping his head back.

Suddenly he felt a cold draft on his cock. He towed his head up just in time to catch David falling back, a loud gasp erupting from his mouth. The boy coughed, taking his left hand to his mouth while his right stroked his cock, his eyes on Samuel, loitering on him.

He leaned forward and stood up, hovering in front of Samuel for a moment, then took a few steps and saddled him, his smooth bubble butt smoothing on Samuel's fuzzy legs. There wasn't even time for Samuel's brain to catch up as his hands slid over David's thighs and grabbed his ass. Samuel couldn't believe how amazing the boy's peach felt in his hands. His right hand stretched in the air and lunged back, slapping it vigorously, making David bend forward. His smooth, broad chest fell over Samuel's face, and he could feel his partner's nose gasping his skin. Then felt Samuel's tongue slide over his chest, clumsily searching for his nipple. He quickly found it, and David couldn't contain the soft moan that shot from his mouth just as Samuel nibbled on it with his tongue. He could also feel Samuel's cock poking between his cheeks, sliding up and down his crack, his precum moistening his skin.

David tried to pull away, but every time he did, Samuel's arms would slide from his ass into his lower back, locking him and pushing him closer. David chuckled, inebriated by Samuel's yearning. His mind began to blank as he felt Samuel's lips and tongue move around his chest into the other nipple, and as it started to wiggle over it, David clenched his fingers around Samuel's neck. His dick rubbed against Samuel's abdomen, precum oozing from it.

The longer their bodies bordered, the deeper their connection plunged. Suddenly David grabbed Samuel's thick dark brown hair and yanked his head back, forcing the stud's eyes on him.

"Sam?" David asked.

"Yeah?" Samuel replied, looking puzzled and flushed.

"...slow down." The boy pleaded, his eyes glistening.

"What...?" Samuel muttered, nonplused.

Then David leaned into him and took his lips to his ear.

"Fuck me like you would fuck someone you love." David whispered. As he did, Samuel felt a teardrop tumble on his shoulder.

Samuel's heart caved. And it was only when the boy's words broke the rapturing silence between them that Samuel finally realized. David was hurting. He had been his whole life. And in that moment, that untamed young man, able to bring out the worst in him, was there, vulnerably requesting for the best of him, clamoring for Samuel to save him from himself, his pain, anguish, and misery. No words he had ever written were as tragic and beautiful as those. And as he gazed into David's heavy blues, something finally shifted inside Samuel, and for the first time in his life, he became speechless.

He leaned forward, holding David in his embrace, his eyes closed in complete bliss. His head to the side, sloping on the boy's chest, his ear capturing every heartbeat and every blood pump. There he was, equally vulnerable and willing to give himself to David.

He pulled his head back and gazed at the boy's nipple again. This time, Samuel was taking his time. Scanning every inch of it, how it moved with David's chest as he exhaled, and how the soft pink skin around it prickled every time his breath coated it. Samuel leaned in and slid his tongue over it, feeling it stick out immediately. Then he began teasing it, wiggling his tongue over it. David's head fell back, his hands gripping harder around Samuel's neck. He was doing something right, Samuel thought. He lingered there, teasing and gently sucking on David's pecs and nipples, inebriated by the boy's scent and taste.

As he proceeded, he felt David's hips move over his pelvis, his ass cheeks rubbing against Samuel's cock, which nestled under it. The boy was slowly teasing his monster, braving new territory, unleashing soft moans as he did. With each thrust of David's hips, Samuel felt a surge of heat emanating from his girdle disperse through his body, exploding in his chest. He had never felt this kind of surge in his life. This bottled tension and unbridled desire were both frightening and alluring. And the longer he held to David's body, the harder it became for Samuel to let go. David was transforming him irreparably. And Samuel was voluntarily allowing him.

"Samuel..." David whispered.

"Yeah?" Samuel muttered, consumed by lust.

"I wanna know what it feels like..." David uttered, leaning into Samuel's neck and kissing it, his lips nibbling on it gently. "...to have you inside me." He moaned.

"Are...you sure?" Samuel stuttered, his heart beating rapidly, all his senses heightened with expectation. He felt David's head nod as it nestled inside his neck.

"Just be gentle." David implored, with a gentleness in his voice that demilitarized Samuel.

His hand moved up the boy's back, gently caressing it. Samuel had never felt so close to anyone before, and this feeling was foreign, overwhelming.

"Lay down." He instructed.

David looked at him, a soft smile pushing through. They both pulled away simultaneously, and Samuel scooted sideways, making room for David to lay on the couch, belly down, one of his legs falling by the side and his perfectly smooth ass sticking up. As he sat beside him watching, Samuel could feel his 9-inch cock throb so hard between his legs that it physically hurt. He couldn't help but marvel at David's beauty and vulnerability as the boy looked at him in anticipation. Samuel leaned forward and slowly kissed David's thighs, crawling toward his cheeks, feeling their softness. Samuel's hands clutched and pulled them apart, releasing its sweltering musk scent. And as his nose hovered over it, he couldn't help but take it all in, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with rapture. Without a pause, Samuel dove in, grazing his tongue gently over David's sphincter, making him shiver, his bubbly cheeks jiggling slightly. David released a surprised chuckle.

"Oh, shit." The boy uttered, followed by a short silence. Samuel halted, hovering there as his breath covered the boy's hole. "Do it again." David lustfully reiterated.

Samuel obliged, gliding his tongue over it again, going from the sack to the crack's edge. Then he came back down and started wiggling his tongue over the soft skin around the boy's sphincter, using his hands to spread the cheeks and expose his perfect pink hole. Samuel could feel it loosen gradually, puckering as his tongue touched it, then opening up, allowing the tip of his tongue to slide in gently, ushering David's moans of satisfaction. The boy's arm stretched back and grabbed Samuel's thick hair, pulling his face deeper inside his ass. As he did, Samuel started grunting, his lust boosted by the boy's eagerness, and soon his hand started slapping his ass, wriggling his face as he dove in, his tongue swirling around inside. He occasionally pulled away, spitting on it and using the tip of his index finger to smudge it around.

Samuel casually slid his finger inside, making David flinch his body upwards.

"Are you ok?" Samuel questioned, to which David just soughed.

Samuel kept sliding his finger in and out of David's hole, mesmerized by how the boy's body tensed up, relaxing immediately after, making all the muscles in his body flex and contract, enhancing his beauty and releasing his fragrance into the air. Inadvertently, Samuel's left hand had already slid down to his precum-covered cock, and was now beating it unhurriedly. He lifted his head, eyes locked on David's now-soaked hole, slobbered with his spit.

He placed his knee next to David's thigh, his left leg by the side of the couch, and leaned forward, his pelvis over the boy's ass. He began rubbing his massive cock over his crack, spreading his cheeks with it, feeling how they hugged his shaft the closer he got to the gap. He could feel the tip get warmer, and it wasn't long before he felt compelled to drill the first inches. David immediately reacted, gripping the couch's pillows tightly and moaning in pain, his face buried in them.

"I'm sorry." Samuel whispered. The concern in his voice surprised David, who glanced back, his deep blue eyes smirking back at Samuel. "Want me to keep going?" He questioned, his eyes glistening with euphoria as the tip of his cock pulsed inside David.

"Grab my bag." David uttered. Samuel looked at him, his muscular body hovering over the boy. He stretched his left arm and grabbed David's backpack, sliding it across the floor. David slid his hand inside a small pouch and took out a bottle of lube. "Here." He said, handing the small bottle to Samuel, who hauled up, his legs now holding his body in place.

Samuel pulled back, making his dick pop out. As he posed there, his ass sitting on David's large thighs, Samuel couldn't help but smile. The boy had come prepared, assured that this moment would take place. And if he knew anything about David by now, he knew that the boy was tenacious, implacable, and would never stop. And this time, Samuel's willingness was just as unrelenting.

"Ever since I saw you on that hot tub, naked and fucking that girl, I wanted this to happen." Samuel uttered as he rubbed the lube on his cock, his voice low and soothing, the words fleeing him like a secret not meant to be shared.

He leaned forward and slid inside, taken aback by the moistness supplied by the lube.

"Holy fuck, that's tight." Samuel uttered, giggling slightly as his body became enveloped by a sudden rush of euphoria. His dick was slowly sliding in, inch by inch, and he wasn't drawing back.

"Easy, easy...oh fuck!" David warned, his voice bottled with eros and languishing with satisfying pain.

Samuel took his time, plunging in with the utmost care, pausing every time David's muscles sprang, using the boy's moans and movements as a road map. For over five minutes, Samuel's body hovered over David, toiling tirelessly to provide him with pleasure. Soon, David could feel Samuel's hips graze his plump peach, and before he knew it, the stud's pelvis plunged into his ass. He now had all 9 inches of Samuel inside, his body submerged and subdued as his walls clenched around it. He felt Samuel's chest collapse over his back, feeling his hectic breath on his skin. David turned his face outwards, his and Samuel's mouth now closer than ever.

"Sam..." David emitted. As he did, he felt Samuel's dick throb inside him.

"Shhhh." Samuel ushed. "Stay still." He directed, giggling.

David chuckled, and as he did, he felt a throbbing feeling again. He knew Samuel was in his grip and that any sudden movement would unleash his partner's orgasm.

"Have you ever fucked a pussy this tight?" David facetiously questioned as a growl erupted from Samuel's mouth, followed by another pulsing throb. Their faces lay on each other, and David fed words into Samuel's mouth, their lips grazing but not touching. "I want to belong to you, Sam. I want you to own me." David lustfully taunted, his star anise-scented remarks filling the space between them.

Samuel felt utterly engulfed by a searing passion, plunging deep as his emotions connected, more than ever before, to a sexual act with another person. David's voice was now taking hold of him, echoing inside, reverberating through every follicle on his skin, latching itself to Samuel's soul, slipping inside his bloodstream like a benign usurper.

"I..." Samuel stuttered, his cock pulsating.

"Say it. I wanna hear it." David chanted as his hips began to move slowly, breaking the immobilizing state their bodies were in.

"I want you to be mine, David. Only mine." Samuel uttered, clenching his fingers on the boy's skin as he felt the first strings of cum fire from his shaft. "What the fuck..." He groaned, perplexed by the intensity with which his orgasm crept up.

"Oh shit, I can feel it." David giggled euphorically. He started to whine, signaling every single one of Samuel's strings of batter as they blasted inside him.

Samuel began to shake, shivering as every inch of his body became excruciatingly sensitive. He straightened his head, coasting his forehead between David's shoulder blades, breathing laboriously. He motioned with his pelvis, attempting to pull out.

"No." David interrupted, his hand holding Samuel's and pushing his ass into his partner, prompting them both into a doggy-style position. Samuel's hands were now hovering over his cheeks, a stunned look on his face as he felt his dick still rock hard. "Keep going." David urged, taking his hand to his dick as he stroked it.

Samuel looked down, and his eyes gaped. He stood there, transfixed by his 9-inch veiny, thick cock stuffed inside David's hole, the soft skin of the boy's sphincter hugging it tightly. Samuel swung his hips back and forth, focusing on how perfectly it seemed to fit, enamored by the breathtaking image of David's smooth cheeks and his tensed lower back muscles. But as he felt the boy's wrist stroke faster, he rushed to catch up, and suddenly a slapping sound started echoing inside the room, his pelvis punching against David's bubble butt.

"Fuck, it's so big..." David hollered, his words being cut short by Samuel's now vigorously hard thrusting.

And that was all Samuel required, finally unleashing the sexual beast that raged inside him. He repositioned his knees, locking himself into position like a cowboy scaling a steed, grabbing David's hips with his hands in a sealed grip. And without skipping a beat, he began lunging his dick inside. David's wails broke from under him, a vulnerability and submissiveness undisclosed to both until now.

"Oh my god...oh god...!" David wailed, crying in pleasure, his right hand stroking his dick industriously.

Buckets of sweat drizzled from Samuel's chest and abdomen, dripping over David's back, his cock mercilessly pounding the boy's hole. The thrusts were long, fast, and strong, and as Samuel's dick pulled out, David's hole would queef loudly, only to be silenced as he shoved the 9 inches back in, propelling the boy's body forward.

Sensing David's orgasm build, Samuel took his arm forward and grabbed his hair, pulling the boy back aggressively, swathing his hand around his neck and choking him. He then took his mouth and bit on his neck like a bloodthirsty vulture, clenching his teeth into David's soft skin. His hips continued moving, his cock drilling inside the boy's loose gape.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." David announced as he felt Samuel's jaw dig deeper inside his skin.

His cum began spewing, hitting the couch and pillows before him, his ass jerking back and forth. Behind him, he felt Samuel's groans escalate and his hips jerking alongside his own, sensing a warm rush of thick liquid spray inside it. Samuel was cumming, again. They remained locked in position until their spasming and twitching began to subside. But then, like a synchronized move, Samuel slid his dick out, and their bodies fell opposite each other. David lunged forward, spinning around and slanting his back on the side of the couch while Samuel fell backward, with his back against the opposite side. They sat in front of each other, eyes locked in a debauched haze. David pulled his legs up, spreading them. His hole unleashed a loud queefing sound, spewing a handful of cum that drizzled through his crack and thighs into the sofa. Samuel observed with a perverse grin as he stroked his still-erect shaft. Seeing this, David took his middle finger, sliding it inside his gaped hole, grinning back provocatively.

Fifteen minutes elapsed while they sat there, not uttering a single word to each other. A staring match that ostensibly tested their newfound intimacy. They just grinned at each other as their masculinity quarreled silently.

"Again?" Samuel challenged, finally breaking the silence. David stared at him momentarily before taking his finger out of his ass.

"Fuck yeah." David reacted.

The boy drove forward and started crawling toward Samuel, climbing on top of him and saddling his hips. But suddenly, he stopped. His heavy blue eyes locked on his partner as his hand rose, brushing Samuel's brown, thick hair.

"Why haven't we kissed?" David asked, his eyes cruising around Samuel's, plunging into them.

"I don't know." Samuel responded. "Maybe...we're afraid that if we do, all of this will finally mean something." He admitted.

"What if it already does?" David questioned, his eyes loading with tears.

Samuel looked at David, his sentiment reflected inside the boy's gaze. At that moment, Samuel finally realized how deep into this ocean he had plunged. What he shared with David went beyond affection, desire, or lust. They had inadvertently created a world only they could reach. With a locked gate, to which they held the key. And inside, a paradise built by their shared grief and nourished by their mutual yearning. David was right all along, he thought. Nobody would ever understand but them.

And just like that, Samuel left his old self behind.

"Then I guess we're just wasting time, kid." He declared, taking his hand and pulling the boy's head into him, softly kissing his lips.

They lingered there until Samuel felt David's tongue break through, sliding inside his mouth, bringing forth a soft moan of pleasure. All of Samuel's body beamed, and with reckless abandonment, his tongue merged with David's.

They fucked passionately for two hours, their bodies hostages of each other. And during that time, their lips never parted.

A few hours later, it was almost dawn, and they had moved into Samuel's bedroom, the first rays of a violet aurora peeking through the window, lighting their naked bodies. David's head rested on Samuel's chest while he smoked a joint.

"David, you can't keep doing this." Samuel warned as he took a big hit. "Running off, I mean." He explained.

"You know I can't stand being there." David reasoned, his cerulean eyes looking up at the ceiling.

"You'll be off to college soon." Samuel stated. There was a brief silence.

"I wanna go to college here." David said, to Samuel's utter surprise.

"Why?" He questioned, looking down at David, who rolled his body up, his face facing him.

"I don't wanna be away from you." The boy explained, the blue in his eyes merging with the violet streaks piercing the glass window.

"David..." Samuel muttered, ready to scold the boy.

"I know what you're gonna say." David interrupted, pulling his body up and saddling Samuel again, his smooth bubble butt honing his partner's fuzzy thighs. "But this is my choice." He stated. "Besides, if I don't stay, you'll just end up a single and pathetic old writer." The boy razzed. "Cause you know damn well I'm the only person who can make you happy." David uttered, smiling.

"You manipulative little shit..." Samuel replied with a twinkle in his eyes. His hand skated up David's thigh and slapped his ass, continuing up his lower back. "Do whatever you want. I don't care." Samuel stated, trying to sound unperturbed.

The boy leaned forward, gluing their chests together and taking his mouth to Samuel's ear.

"Cut the bullshit, Sam. You can't function without me anymore." The boy whispered, his voice sending shivers down Samuel's spine, his cock hardening beneath David's crack. "Right?" David teasingly questioned, sticking his tongue inside Samuel's ear.

"Maybe." Samuel groaned, breaking into a pleasurable chuckle as David's tongue wiggled inside his ear, his body jolting joyfully. The boy giggled, an accomplished look on his face seeing Samuel smile and laugh childishly.

They wrestled themselves into sleep, falling beside one another and dozing all day.

Around 5 pm, Samuel's alarm went off.

"Fuck, FUCK!" He hollered, bouncing out of bed like a slingshot and popping his glasses on.

David's eyes opened slowly, his head lifting laboriously.

What's up?" He asked, his voice dragging and raspy.

"Natalie's fucking vernissage!" He rambled, rushing for the bathroom. David could hear him brush his teeth.

"Who's Natalie?" David questioned, his head popping inside the bathroom inquisitively. Samuel chuckled.

"A friend." He replied.

"Did you fuck her?" David asked, coming behind Samuel and embracing him, his morning wood brushing against Samuel's ass.

"We dated for a while. So, yeah." Samuel responded, spitting the excess toothpaste and resuming brushing.

"Did you make her cum?" David grilled, kissing Samuel's back slowly, taking his time, and enjoying every bit of his scent and taste. Samuel chortled again.

"I hope so." He replied, moaning as he felt David's hand slide over his dick. His eyes looked into the mirror, gazing at David through it. "Does it turn you on?" Samuel asked with his dick now hard inside David's hand. The boy nodded, a grin on his face. "You're such a horny fucker." Samuel teased, giggling and clutching David's arm, pulling him forward.

He grabbed the boy's hips and yanked him up, sitting him on the sink in front of him. David immediately scissored his legs around Samuel's waist, pulling his throbbing dick into him.

"Show it to me." Samuel demanded. David reclined back, his head leaning against the glass, legs opened. He took his hands to his ass, spreading his cheeks and unveiling his pink puckering hole. "That's it. Open that hole for me." Samuel groaned, hawking spit on his hand, and coating his dick with it, sliding the tip inside easily.

David wailed instantly, his blue eyes locked on Samuel, acquiescent and clamoring for his sovereignty. He could feel David's hole accommodating him, gradually inflating.

"Grab my arms." Samuel hailed, extending his forearms to David, who grabbed them, a bewildered expression on his face.

Samuel pulled the boy to him, making him slide on the sink, ramming his dick deeper inside his hole. David moaned, his nails biting on Samuel's skin. Suddenly, Samuel began to thrust with such lethal emphasis that all you could hear was David's head knocking against the glass mirror. Samuel's pelvis smashed aggressively into the boy's cheeks, his cock thrusting inside, loosening his insides with each thrust. David wailed and whined, his mouth opened in shock, stunned by Samuel's aggressiveness. Yet, his eyes lecherously implored for more. Their gazes finally locked, and once they did, Samuel upped the rhythm and didn't stop. David's legs dangled from the edges of the sink, fluttering ferociously, and his mouth unfurled as cries of delightful pain evaded from them. But the louder he screamed, the faster Samuel drilled, pushing himself further and grabbing the boy's neck, using this grip to steady his body and pump even harder. He could feel David's walls clenching around his cock.

"Sam...Sam...SAM!" David screamed, his head shaking from side to side, possessed by Samuel's dominion over his prostate. "You're loosening me up so much..." He groaned, his words cropped by the sound of his cheeks flapping as Samuel battered them mercilessly.

Every thrust was hitting the boy's prostate with surgical prowess, making strings of precum spew from David's dick, and soon he started unloading, hands-free. Samuel's lips began stretching into a grin, and his head snapped back as he began to unpack inside David's gape, his body twitching in pleasure. Finally, he felt his load overfilling the boy's hole so much that it started seeping over the sink and into the floor. Samuel pulled out, grunting as he did. David's legs fell, shivering uncontrollably and his body convulsing.

"What the fuck..." David stuttered, stunned, his eyes lingering on Samuel, who took off his glasses to wipe his forehead.

Then, unexpectedly, Samuel leaned forward, his lips touching David's.

"This should teach you and your ass a lesson. You're both mine." He whispered, with a lecherous grating in his voice. "Got it?" He questioned, his voice filled with confidence and intent.

David nodded, subdued to Samuel's statement, and as he did, their lips rubbed. Samuel leaned further and stuck his tongue inside David's mouth, rolling it around as the boy moaned. Then he pulled back.

"Let's shower. You're coming with me to this fucking vernissage." He informed, opening the shower glass partition and stepping inside, turning the hot water on.

David beamed, straightening himself on the sink, his body covered in cum and sweat. He leaped to the ground and hopped inside the shower, embracing Samuel with his eyes closed. His hole was sore and puckered, struggling to close up.

It was the happiest David had ever felt in his life.

Later that evening, after getting dressed and driving across town, they finally arrived at Natalie's event. The venue was full of reporters, art critics, writers, theatre actors, and everyone else. Samuel seemed at ease around the general commotion, and David tracked him timidly behind. As they walked through the front door, they heard a deep, loud voice holler across the crowd.

"Sam!" Jonathan yelled, disregarding any social etiquette. Samuel raised his hand in greeting, snatching two champagne glasses from a garçon that happened to pass by and turning to offer one to David.

Jonathan stood next to the catering table, bogarting the appetizers. Next to him stood a tall, charming middle-aged gentleman and a beautiful redheaded woman in her thirties.

"I was wondering when you'd show up." The woman said in a melodic and charming voice.

"Hey, Nat." Samuel replied, smiling and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Congratulations." He whispered in her ear, loud enough that David and the rest of the group heard.

"Well, that's about all the validation I needed." She commented cheekily. "And who's this?" She questioned, nudging Samuel aside as her eyes closed on David.

"This is David." Samuel replied, a brief silence taking over the group. "David, this is Nat, Jonathan, and Hugh." He introduced, as David smiled individually at each one.

They stared at David with heightened curiosity, their eyes lingering on the boy. The tension was palpable.

"Right." David muttered, winking at Samuel before chugging the rest of his champagne. "I'm going to have a look around." He said, walking away, vanishing inside the crowd.

Samuel stood there looking at him walk away as his lips stretched into a soft smile.

"So...that's Laura's son." Natalie finally uttered, breaking the uneasy silence.

"Yeah." Samuel replied, taking a sip from his glass and finally turning to his friends.

"He's a stunning young man." Hugh commented, his eyes darting through the crowd, back at David, who stood before one of Laura's sculptures. Samuel chuckled.

"Back off, Hugh. Plenty of hot young guys for you to fuck here." Samuel teased, a fit of healthy jealousy building in the pit of his stomach.

"You know me so well. Can I at least go and have a chat?" Hugh razzed, asking for Samuel's consent.

"Good luck keeping up with him." Samuel proudly replied. Hugh looked at him, squinting, before rushing over to David.

"I'm so confused." Natalie stated, looking at Samuel and Jonathan, who seemed to engage in a telepathic exchange. "What's he doing here? Didn't he live with his grandparents?" She probed.

"He does. He's just spending the weekend at my house." Samuel casually explained.

"Since when do you allow people over?" Natalie questioned, her mouth opened in disbelief. "We dated for two years, and you never let me sleep over." She mumbled.

"He picks his clothes off the floor, Nat." Samuel razzed, a teasing smile pushing through.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm going over there." She declared, walking towards David and Hugh, who now sat on a very comfortable-looking divan. Hugh seemed transfixed on David, whose charming, nonchalant demeanor garnered the attention of everyone that walked by.

As Samuel's eyes moved away from the scene, they met Jonathan, who gazed at his friend with a concerned expression.

"What?" Samuel asked.

"Nothing." Jonathan mumbled, visibly struggling to hold in whatever he wanted to say.

"It's ok. Say it." Samuel encouraged.

"Don't get me wrong...this makes for a compelling novel, Sam. But bringing the kid out in public..." Jonathan warned with apprehension. "In today's climate, if this gets out..." He continued, stunned by Samuel's apparent lack of accountability. "I mean, what the fuck are you thinking?" Jonathan's voice uttered, punching through Samuel's daze. "He's your dead wife's son."

"No, he's not." Samuel quietly stated.

"Oh, ok. Then who?" Jonathan questioned.

"He's just...David." Samuel stated, smiling as he glanced at the boy across the room, now surrounded by a crowd of people, laughing at whatever he was saying. But from under them, David's complicit smile pierced right back at him.

Later that evening, already back at the apartment, Samuel was about to hop into a quick shower before bed. David, who had just stripped bare and jumped on the bed, looked at Samuel as he wiggled his ass playfully.

"Five minutes." Samuel uttered, his dick throbbing in his pants as he rushed for the shower.

Four and a half minutes later, he was drying his muscular-soaked body as fast as he could before rushing back inside the room. He suddenly halted, and his anxious expression turned into a tender smile. David lay on the bed, asleep, his head on the silk pillow, and his mouth opened as a faint snore forced through. Samuel tiptoed into the bed, nestling his body next to David's, their bodies latched like two spoons. He held his head up, his mouth near David's ear.

"David..." Samuel whispered, making sure the boy was asleep. "I love you." He finally professed.

Samuel fell asleep, enveloping David in a passionate embrace, their bodies shielded by his solemn statement and its secrecy protected under the restful veil of David's dreams.

Sunday came, and after lunch, they begrudgingly left the apartment. Samuel was taking David home, even though neither wanted it, and the ride back felt somber, like the end of a pleasurable vacation. Their sweet private world was sundering again, and it seemed progressively more difficult for them to keep shifting back and forth. The truth of the matter was Samuel desired nothing more than to have David live with him. Permanently.

As they pulled over to the driveway, the front door to the house slammed open, and his grandmother came rushing out, his grandfather standing guard at the doorway.

"Something's up." David uttered as he looked through the window. In a few seconds, the woman was standing on her lawn, just a few feet from where Samuel had parked. David sighed before finally opening his door.

"David, go inside the house, please." She ordered, a coldness attached to her voice and demeanor. David glanced back at Samuel.

"It's ok." Samuel said, trying to appease David's blatant anxiety. He obliged, rushing past his grandmother, who didn't even acknowledge the boy's presence.

As he reached the house, David kissed his grandfather tenderly. They had never spoken about it, yet, through that simple gesture, Samuel felt the boy's deep connection to that seemingly compassionate man. As the door closed, the woman walked forward, forcing Samuel to lower the window on David's side.

"You're not to see or contact our grandson again, do you understand, Mr. Barclay? I forbid it." She sliced without any hesitation. Samuel sat silently, looking at her, managing every word before proceeding.

"I think that should be up to David to decide." He argued calmly.

"Your wit and charming ways may have carried you this far in your life, Mr. Barclay, but I assure you...it doesn't work around me." The woman continued, her hands crossed over her stomach tightly. Samuel could feel the rage stemming from her.

"Are you sure? I think I saw a sparkle in your eyes just now." Samuel teased, trying to divert her confrontational fuel.

"If you pursue this...relationship with my grandson, we will take matters legally. We know what you've been doing with him..." She threatened. Samuel paused, pulling his gaze away from her and looking forward as he leaned back on his seat.

"David's past the age of legal majority." Samuel stated.

"I am aware, Mr. Barclay. But by the time they file the case, you'll have a sexual misconduct complaint on your record. And we all know that nowadays, the only court that matters is the one of public opinion."

"You passive-aggressive bitch." Samuel uttered, his eyes flaming with disbelief. "Laura was right. You don't even care about David." He shot back, taken by how unbothered David's grandmother seemed by the truth of his words.

"If you come near him again, I'll ensure you never sell another book in your life, Mr. Barclay. Now, get the hell off our driveway." The woman stated, her words slithering out of her mouth like a serpent. She turned around and walked inside the house, slamming the door behind her.

Samuel sat inside the car, dumbfounded and distraught. He could hear David's voice yelling inside the house, and a sudden urge to scream his name came over him, but he knew he couldn't cross that line. Samuel placed his hands on the steering wheel and drove off, his eyes glistening with tears, realizing that all the moments shared in the last few days had been no more than dreams. If he were to make his relationship with David public, they would get scoured with an onslaught of hatred and prejudice. Samuel couldn't bear the thought of making David go through that. Also, if his grandmother were to pursue her intentions, his career would be over. Jonathan was right. It would end him.

Samuel arrived at the complex apartment's garage, beaten down and conquered. A profound sadness had taken hold of him, his spirit regressing to how it was just over six months ago. But then, everything felt dim and grey, riddled with uncertainty. The spark of joy David brought to his life seemed to slip away through his fingers.

As he entered the flat, he dropped his keys on the floor and collapsed on the couch, arms and legs spread out. Samuel lingered there momentarily before grabbing one of the side pillows and taking it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing with bottled pleasure. It brimmed with David's incredibly intoxicating scent. Samuel drowned his face in it and let his body tumble sideways. Samuel wasn't a crier. It wasn't in his nature. And yet, every cell in his body screamed in agony. He closed his eyes. Fifteen minutes later, he was asleep.

As he regained consciousness, Samuel could hear the buzzer on the door. He stood up, feeling woozy, and tumbled over to it, trying to navigate the barely lit living room.

"Yeah?" Samuel muttered.

"Mr. Barclay...David's here." Brian whispered, clearly trying to be discreet.

"Hum..." Samuel stumbled, taking his finger off the intercom. "Fuck." He uttered privately. He took a deep breath, garnering the courage to utter the harshest words he had ever spoken. "Don't let him inside, Brian." Samuel muttered, the sound barely coherent as he fought back his emotion.

"Are you sure, sir?" Brian confirmed, surprised by Samuel's response, almost as if he was encouraging Samuel's consent.

"Yeah." Samuel replied, feeling as if a sharp knife had pierced his chest. Then, briefly, he could hear Brian's muffled voice, trying to manage a disturbed David. But his attempts were futile.

"David, wait!... Shit." Brian's voice hollered. "Mr. Barclay, sorry. The kid ran up the service stairs." He explained apologetically.

Samuel took his finger out of the intercom, his eyes closed. He stayed there, hands against the door, holding his body in place, breathing heavily and arduously. Finally, he heard the service door open and David's footsteps as he ran across the hall. Then, three firm knocks on the door.

"Sam, open up." David pleaded, his voice sounding inebriated. "I know you're there...open the fucking door!" David's voice roared, desperation taking over.

"Go away, David...Don't make this harder than it already is." Samuel reasoned, every part of his soul beckoning him to open the door.

"I know she said something to you. But it doesn't matter. Let me in, please." David begged, his face leaning on the door. "Don't do this..." He implored. Then a plunging silence before his voice axed violently through the door. "You fucking coward! You're just like the rest of them!" He yelled, his wrath unleashed.

"This will ruin both our lives...Please, David. Leave." Samuel muttered, his words painfully extracted like rotten teeth.

"...Sam...I love you. I can't fucking live without you." David finally disclosed, his body collapsing on the floor as his soul shattered into pieces.

On the other side of the door, his back slanted against it as his hand clad his mouth, Samuel wept as he had never wept for anything or anyone. His teeth nipped on his hand as he tried to cage his wails, his suffering crawling out of his skin like a disease. A few minutes passed until he felt David's body shift and heard his feet graze the carpet as the boy finally walked away.

And on that floor, Samuel felt a piece of him die, a luminous part of himself he had just uncovered. A fleeting glimpse of happiness, pure, truthful, that was now slipping ever so slowly away from him. That night, it took Samuel three hours to leave the floor and crawl back to his bed, where he dwelled for four days.

Two weeks flew by, David had gone silent, and Samuel hadn't written a single paragraph of his manuscript. Jonathan had been calling insistently, but Samuel couldn't even bring himself to speak to him or anyone, for that matter. Instead, he would lift his phone every minute or so, ready to text David but would eventually stop himself, cowardly placing the phone down, only to stare at it for another minute until he picked it up again.

It would have been around 4 am, Samuel's will to live hanging on by a thread, when his phone suddenly started to ring. He stretched his arm and looked at the screen, frowning.

"Yes?" Samuel answered. "Yes..." He stuttered before straightening himself, sitting on the flank of the bed, and reaching for his glasses on the bedside table. "When was this?" He questioned, his back slanted forward as he scratched his head. "Shit...I'll be right there." He mumbled before hanging up.

Samuel sat silent for a few seconds before getting up and rushing for the shower. He dressed and flew out the door, driving for about forty minutes before finally parking outside a police station. He hopped off and walked inside, rushing to the front desk, where a particularly hot policeman sat, surrounded by a stack of forms.

"Good evening, my name is Samuel Barclay. I received a phone call about David Kent." Samuel announced as he looked around the room. It seemed quiet, though he could hear a commotion inside the detention room.

"Right. Let me check." The young policeman uttered, looking flustered as he skimmed through his messy desk space. "Yeah, bail is set at 3k." He informed.

"Why was he arrested?" Samuel questioned, only to be met by the policeman's snickering gaze.

"Public lewdness, disorderly conduct, and simple assault." The agent informed as Samuel's face flared. "Your friend is quite the troublemaker. He got drunk, punched two guys, and then tried to fuck a girl over a pinball table." The agent elaborated as he took a bite off a glazed chocolate donut.

"Why didn't you call his family?" Samuel asked.

"He registered your number as his emergency contact." The policeman replied. Samuel took out his wallet.

"Fine." He uttered, placing his card on the table. The agent looked at Samuel briefly before dropping the donut back on the box and wiping his glazed fingers with a paper towel.

"Get the firebrand!" He hollered to one of his coworkers that stood next to the door at the back of the room. "Sign here, please." He requested, pushing a piece of paper over the counter.

Samuel picked a pen up and scribbled his name. Ten minutes later, the backdoor burst open, and David walked through, handcuffed, accompanied by an officer. His eyes went straight to Samuel, who had his back to him. He turned around slowly, and their eyes finally locked. Despite his messy appearance, David still looked stunning, Samuel thought. He wore these tight jeans, a white hooded jumper, and a leather jacket over it.

"Take it easy with yourself, kid." The officer said patronizingly. David's eyes were latched on Samuel, ignoring the agent's comment as he unlocked his cuffs. David walked to the counter, finally breaking their eye contact, letting his body fall over it loudly.

"I need your signature here." The officer declared, pointing at the base of the paper Samuel had just signed. David obliged. "That's it. You're free to go for now. The date for the court hearing is there." He informed, but David turned around and rushed past Samuel, banging the front door open as he walked outside.

"Thanks." Samuel expressed, clutching the piece of paper and shrugging his shoulders apologetically. As he stepped outside, David was standing there, lighting a cigarette. He pulled the hoodie up, covering his face.

"I'll pay you back." David uttered, his face obscured. Samuel could sense the boy's pride lurking.

"This isn't about the money." Samuel shot back, immediately disarming David's tone.

Silence took over, and as he stood there looking at David, Samuel realized how he had failed him. The boy had pleaded for his love, but he chose to turn his back on him, prodding David's rebellious nature and propelling him into a downward spiral.

And at that moment, Samuel finally succumbed to the truth: he needed David as much as the boy needed him. Their lives were irrevocably connected. And the hardest Samuel fought against it, the more destructive the consequences were for both.

"C'mon, I'll take you home." Samuel stated, walking past David, towards the car.

David followed him without questioning, hopped inside, put his seatbelt on, and slanted back on his seat, bowing his head towards the window.

They drove for over thirty minutes in complete silence until David realized they had driven past his grandparent's house, and Samuel was still going.

"You missed the exit." David warned, his body leaning forward and his head turning to face Samuel. "Sam, where are you taking me?" David questioned, perplexed.

"Home, David. I'm taking you home." Samuel stated, his eyes latched on the road.

David turned his head toward the window, the coastline already perceptible in the distance, and the boy's eyes began to glim with emotion. He hid his face from view, drawing his hoodie over it, trying to conceal his tears as he realized Samuel was driving to the beach house.

And finally, from underneath all of David's despair, hope began to arise.