In All Your Heavy Blue - 4. Laura's Legacy

 

[8 Months Earlier]

The capsized car's wheel still spun as the air stood still on that narrow road. Ash-colored fumes belched from under it, coating the air with a soft, eerie mist.

The large truck's door opened, and a shocked and distraught young man sprang out, rushing for the car and kneeling as he closed in on it. He stuck his head down, trying to peek inside.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry!" He hollered as he saw Samuel's head turned upside down, his eyes gaping as he stared at the young man. "You came right into me!" He argued. His voice was breathy and feverish.

"...Call for help..." Samuel's voice mumbled. "Hurry." He begged.

The young man nodded nervously and rushed for the large vehicle, leaping inside to grab his phone.

Inside the car, Samuel began gently twisting his head around, trying to assess what had happened, still fogged, his chest locked in shock. He looked at the back seat and saw David still strapped, with his chest moving. Samuel closed his eyes and exhaled with relief.

"Sam..." Laura's voice muttered, pale and weak.

Samuel turned his body sideways, his eyes twitching at the sight of Laura's shattered body. Her seatbelt had broken, her entire waist pinned under her seat. Glass shards covered Laura's right arm. Her left arm was severed.

"Oh, my God..." Samuel clamored in shock.

"Sam..." Laura whispered.

"Shhh...it's ok. Help is coming." Samuel uttered, trying to mask his utter panic.

He took his hand to the seatbelt and unlocked himself, his body dropping loudly over the busted glass. As soon as it did, he felt a sharp pain in his leg and looked down to find his knee cracked. His eyes closed, his mind battling to stay calm. He took a deep breath and rolled over, pulling himself closer to Laura, his broken knee dragging across the floor. Samuel unleashed a guttural scream, an excruciating pain taking hold of him.

"Fuck. FUCK!" He yelled in pain. His face was now hovering over Laura's.

"Sam...David..." Laura uttered. Every word was laborious and lengthy.

"He's ok. He's unconscious, but he's breathing." Samuel appeased with his focus now entirely on Laura. He lingered there, gazing at her eyes until his face suddenly contorted in pain. "I'm sorry..." He muttered.

"Sam...I'm not gonna make it." Laura uttered. Samuel could feel the urgency in her voice. Every phrase was now poignant, acute, and critical. Samuel's mouth hovered open, no words evading it. "Listen to me...David...he'll need you." She advised. "He...needs..." She faltered.

Suddenly, her chest bounced slightly off the floor, and blood spewed from her mouth.

"Shit...Hurry up!" Samuel yelled over to the truck with overwhelming desperation.

"They're on their way!" The young man shouted.

Samuel could see his feet pacing from one side of the road to the other. He turned his head over to Laura again, her eyes on him, clamoring for him.

"Don't you fucking die on me, Laura?" Samuel implored, his eyes glistening with tears.

"David..." She insisted.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of him." Samuel reacted, trying to comfort her. But as he looked deeper into her eyes, silence took hold. The surrounding chaos momentarily disappeared, giving room to a strange peacefulness as if an invisible barrier had been erected around them, a momentary rupture in time restrained by secrecy.

"David...he loves you." She revealed.

"What...?" Samuel uttered, bewildered.

"He won't make it alone...He'll need you to love him." She expressed.

"I don't..." Samuel mumbled, his eyes locked on Laura. Then, suddenly, her right hand moved slowly and clutched Samuel's, squeezing it faintly.

"Sam...promise..." She implored. "Promise you'll love him." She implored.

Amidst the wreckage, as he beheld the light in her eyes slowly diminishing, Samuel finally realized: Laura was dying.

"I promise." Samuel pledged, his eyes latched on her. From under all his pain, a soft smile arose.

Laura's lips stretched labouriously into a smile as she reclined her head back and closed her eyes. Samuel could feel her grip on his hand withering gently as the ambulance sirens cried in the distance.

But it was too late. Laura was gone.

[Present time]

The doctor's pen scribbled industriously on the small notebook. His attention locked on Samuel, who sat on the comfy chair, his eyes lingering over to the other side of the window. He finally turned to face the therapist, who had now placed the pen down and groomed his glasses with a soft cloth.

"How have things been with you and David since he moved in?" The doctor questioned.

"It's hard to say." Samuel replied.

"Why?" The doctor countered, putting the glasses on.

"Because...I've never felt this before." Samuel expressed.

"Happiness?" The doctor drilled.

"No." Samuel replied. "It's like...a sober tranquillity." Samuel tried to clarify.

"I see." The doctor replied, a soft smile pushing through. "What about writing?" He asked, a subtle caution in his tone. Samuel chuckled sarcastically.

"Have you read the newspapers?" Samuel gibed.

"I have. But unless you say it..." The doctor razzed.

"...We can't fix it. I know." Samuel interrupted. "Well, my career is over. They filed the lawsuit. I'm officially a sexual deviant." He stated. "On top of that, my entire demographic turned on me. All those straight, middle-aged women who bought my books now think I'm a hypocrite and a liar." He explained, his tone bursting with self detriment.

"Does it bother you?" The doctor questioned.

"The public stuff? No." Samuel said resolutely. "And it's not about the money either. I have plenty." He teased. "It's the inability to write that hurts." Samuel confessed, his eyes rushing for the window again.

"You can still write." The doctor argued.

"Writing is pointless if no one is reading." Samuel countered.

"Samuel, I think..." The doctor said.

"I know what you're going to say, Doc." Samuel interrupted, reclining on the chair, his head veering towards the ceiling.

"You need to tell David what you told me today." The doctor advised. Samuel looked at him reluctantly. "What are you afraid of?" He questioned. Samuel's eyes began to glisten with emotion.

"I can't lose him." Samuel admitted.

"Love isn't about fear. It's about perseverance, Samuel." The doctor noted. Samuel's eyes detached from the ceiling, landing attentively on the doctor, trying to assemble his statement's intention.

As he left the appointment, a sense of restlessness came over Samuel. The truth was, he would always feel incomplete whenever he was away from David. So it had become standard practice for him to avoid staying away from home long.

He got in the car and drove back to the beach house just as the twilight brushed its pink layer over the sky. He entered the house, and inside, everything was serene and subdued. He peeked at the empty deck, then glanced at the guest room before climbing the stairs to the second floor and walking inside the study to find it also empty. Finally, he opened the glass window and walked into the balcony, his hands on the rail as his eyes scanned the beach.

David was walking out of the ocean, his smooth-toned body soaking in salt water. He shook his head, his now longer dark brown hair beginning to curl, blasting drops of seawater around him, as a pair of tight black swim trunks perfectly hugged his crotch. Samuel was in awe. David's beauty was unwavering, wild, and delicate simultaneously. These last couple of months had been their happiest. Despite all the problems that seemed to transpire on the outside, inside their world, their built kingdom, Samuel and David's love blossomed with the eagerness of spring's awakening.

As David approached the deck, he spotted Samuel, smiled, and without flinching, he pulled his trunks off, exposing his hard cock. He continued inside the house as Samuel stood leaning his body into the rail, his eyes locked on the horizon, waiting for the boy. He closed his eyes and heard his steps as he walked inside their room, and soon he felt David's wet hands touch his arms and his stiff cock and chest latch onto his back.

"How was it?" Samuel asked as his arms clothed David's around his chest. His clothes became instantly soaked.

"Freezing. I'm cold." David whispered, his nose sniffing every inch of Samuel's neck.

Samuel turned around and enveloped the boy in a sheltering embrace. Their eyes finally met, a profoundness to their gaze propelled by the deepness of David's blue eyes: Samuel's favorite place and the source of his inexhaustible wealth.

"I missed you." David whispered into Samuel's mouth.

"How much? Show me." Samuel whispered back.

"This much." David replied softly, kissing Samuel's mouth, his plump lips moistening his partner's beard.

"That's...a start." Samuel taunted.

David chuckled and slid his wet, cold hands inside Samuel's pants, grabbing his hard 9-inch cock. As he did, Samuel plunged his tongue inside David's mouth, feasting on the boy's star anise flavor. David moaned, his hand moving up and down along Samuel's shaft, struggling to contain the monstrous cock inside his tight pants. David could feel Samuel's precum gliding down his wrist.

"You're leaking." He moaned from inside Samuel's mouth.

"Good." Samuel uttered, pulling away and pushing David's naked body against the rail. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, allowing the caged beast to pop out. His dick slapped against David's cheeks, dangling between his crack. "Spread them." Samuel ordered.

David obliged immediately. He grabbed his smooth peach and spread his cheeks, exposing his soft fuzzed hole. Samuel smiled, leaned forward, his hand holding the rail, and started to tease the tip of his cock around David's sphincter. He could feel the boy's hole pucker with anticipation. Finally, after a few seconds, the tip gently nestled itself at its door, and Samuel pulled the railing with his arms forcing his body to push forward, thrusting his dick inside in one sweep.

"Oh fuck, Sam..." David rasped, his head falling back and his left hand grabbing Samuel's neck. The boy could feel his walls stretching as they accommodated his partner's pulsating cock. "I love you so much." He declared.

"David..." Samuel rasped, his voice bottled with lust as he began thrusting inside the boy, his precum moistening his insides.

He took his hand and grasped David's chin, tilting his mouth backward and kissing the boy's lips passionately, licking it and rolling his tongue inside. Samuel was going slow, taking his time, savoring every minute. As if every second away from David had to be replenished into the fabric of time by the touch of their skin and the presence of Samuel's manhood inside David's body. They were the closest they had ever been, yet both felt endless depths could still be overrun, uncovered, and explored.

David's deep blue eyes darted back and locked on Samuel.

"Fuck me, Sam. Hard." David instructed.

Samuel knew precisely what he meant. He was probably the only person in the world that did. He began to pump his hips back and forth, his muscular ass tightening and flexing as he did. His pelvis hit David's cheeks, causing a slapping sound to echo across the balcony, and David's hips propelled forward, his hard dick slamming against the metal railing. The boy's wails began to erupt from his lips, so Samuel took his hand to his mouth, caging them.

But they weren't the only thing Samuel was caging. Every time he fucked David, Samuel was confining the boy's pain, as well as his own. Harnessing every fragment of it and through every thrust of his cock, Samuel carried them deep into their private world, the ethereal plane they had built for themselves. The haven he had created to shelter David from the outside, to protect him from harm.

As his thrusts became more intense, so did David's whimpering, and Samuel could feel the boy's teeth biting down on his fingers. Then, suddenly, Samuel pulled out, unlocking a queefing sound from David's hole, who took his hand and pulled Samuel away from his mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He questioned, his voice clamoring with desperation.

"Wait..." Samuel stuttered, his dick throbbing as it dangled between David's cheeks, almost ready to burst.

"Put it back in." David insisted impatiently.

"Wait..." Samuel replied, chuckling as he tried to contain his orgasm.

But David's relentlessness was far from tamed. Not all the love Samuel bestowed on the boy could subdue his cunning nature. He reached back with his hand and grabbed Samuel's shaft, aiming it and pushing himself backward, ramming the massive cock inside. A loud and wild groan burst from Samuel's mouth. But it was too late. David began moving his hips back and forth, recklessly milking every drop of his lover's potency, sighing.

"That's it...fill my hole." David wailed, his deep voice resonating across the deck as Samuel's body twitched in pleasure. "Your dick...you cum... they're mine, Sam. Say it." David teased, unleashing Samuel's inner beast.

"They're yours, baby, all yours." Samuel rasped, finally breaking from his haze, grabbing David's hips and driving his orgasm furiously to the finish line. His stiff dick pumped his load inside, and his thrusts propelled David's body forward.

"Fuck...fuck..." David stuttered, biting his lips.

They finally started to slow down and eventually collapsed on the wooden deck, Samuel's legs still hooked by his dropped pants and shoes and his semi-hard cock sliding gently from David's loose hole.

"I guess you did miss me." Samuel razzed.

Their both chuckled. David turned his head back and puckered his lips. Samuel leaned into him and kissed the boy tenderly.

They went inside, showered, and fell asleep on the king-size bed. After a couple of hours, they woke up. David's smooth body lay peacefully on the bed. Samuel unfurled his eyes, gazing at that beautiful sight. His arm immediately stretched forward, and his hand hovered inches from the boy's body. He moved it over David, drawing his every curve and muscle nuance. Samuel smiled at the peacefulness of such a moment, the beauty of David's form, and the softness of his skin. Suddenly, the boy moaned. He slowly turned his head, his face rubbing against the sheets as his eyes finally opened, looking at Samuel. He giggled and hid his face.

"Don't do that." David said.

"I can't help it." Samuel said as he chuckled. He then slapped David's ass. "I wanna fuck your ass again." He teased. Although truthfully, Samuel meant it.

"I'm still sore..." David mumbled, adjusting his position and inadvertently making his peach jiggle.

"Then you shouldn't have moved." Samuel said, his eyes already locked on the boy's ass as he stood up and climbed on top of David, his hands holding his body as he rubbed his hardening cock inside David's crack. "For fuck sake..." He rasped, entirely inebriated by the feel and sight of his dick honing the boy's smooth cheeks. David turned his head sideways and giggled.

"Those articles are right about you. You're a pervert." The boy razzed. They both chuckle.

"It's all your fault." Samuel replied, letting his body sink into David, his chest covering the boy's back.

"Oh shit..." David moaned. Samuel's tip had slid in accidentally. "Wait." David requested. Samuel obliged, pulling away, his arms still holding his body as they hovered over David. The boy rolled around and faced Samuel, scissoring himself around his partner, who let himself drop again, his face plunging inside David's neck. Samuel inhaled lustfully. "You can fuck me if you want." The boy said, his voice benign and willing.

But the feeling of David's embrace was far better than anything Samuel's libido could covet.

"No. Let's stay like this." Samuel said, his voice muffled. There was silence, a long one. David's blue eyes stared at the ceiling, his fingers sliding playfully across Samuel's broad back.

"Sam?" David's mellow voice whispered.

"Yeah?" Samuel questioned, sounding sleepy.

"You never said you loved me." David commented.

"Yes, I have." Samuel muffled voice replied.

"No, you haven't." David stated, annoyed.

"Are you sure?" Samuel teased.

"I'm serious." David fired back. Samuel begrudgingly lifted his head, his face now floating above David's.

"You know I do." He stated, despite knowing what the boy meant.

He had said it many times before while David slept. Subconsciously, it was his way of protecting the secrecy of his vow, enabling his adoration to remain protected. But also fear. An overwhelming fear that once David heard it, his deep love for the boy would finally drag him under the ocean he had been floating on to depths from which he could never resurface again.

"I... never mind." David whispered as he turned his face sideways, his voice waning.

"Hey, look at me." Samuel uttered, forcing David to face him. "I..." He stumbled.

But suddenly, David beamed.

"And they say writers are good with words." The boy mocked. Samuel chuckled. "Fine. Don't say it." David conceded. Then, he took his feet to Samuel's ass and pulled him close, his now precum-glazed cock rubbing around the boy's crack. "Show me then." The boy demanded, looking inside Samuel's eyes, his deep blues drowning his lover completely.

And inside David's words, Samuel finally understood how intricately tailored their love was. This boy knew who Samuel was. He felt stripped, exposed, naked, and utterly vulnerable. Any sudden movement and Samuel would perish of love and lust. And what a wonderful death it would be, Samuel thought.

That afternoon, Samuel loved David in every way imaginable. He just didn't say it.

Two days later, they sat in the kitchen, their stools next to each other and their legs intertwined, David's feet rubbing on Samuel's fuzzy legs. Samuel read the news on his tablet, and David scrolled on his phone when his eyes suddenly gaped. He lifted his head and sat there, gazing at Samuel, who eventually noticed the boy staring.

"What?" He asked, holding his coffee cup close to his mouth.

"I need to tell you something." David uttered, his voice uncharacteristically tense.

"Ok..." Samuel mumbled. He could feel something coming. And it wasn't good.

"Just... don't be upset." David pleaded.

"Ok..." Samuel muttered. A feeling at the pit of his stomach was telling him he might be unable to comply.

"I never told you this, but...when Mom died, some lawyers came to the house. They said she had left me some money. I didn't know what to do with it, so I just left it alone." David explained.

"Ok." Samuel replied, pausing for a moment. "And?" He asked, bracing for impact.

But David didn't say anything. Instead, he slid the phone over the counter and signaled Samuel to look at the screen. Samuel's eyes read through what seemed like a court statement before his voice finally broke like thunder before a storm.

"Mother fucker!" He screamed furiously, lifting his body from the stool, knocking it to the floor. "Fucking bitch!" He vocifered.

"She's filed a motion to become my trustee, like a conservatorship or something, deeming me unfit to manage my own money. She wants access to my trust fund, Mom's investments, everything."

"How much are we talking about?" Samuel questioned. David paused.

"A little over five hundred thousand dollars." David disclosed. Without missing a beat, Samuel turned around and rushed up the stairs.

"Get dressed!" He hollered from the first floor. "We're meeting Hugh." Samuel informed.

"The guy from the party?" David asked, confused. "What does he have to do with this?" He questioned.

"He's my lawyer. Move your ass, David!" Samuel yelled.

David dropped his forehead on the table, a loud noise echoing through the house. A gentle smile pierced his lips when he lifted his head, and his eyes glistened with emotion. An understated sense of happiness overcame him. Finally, David had someone in his life willing to fight for him.

One hour later, they sat in Hugh's office.

"So, what do you think?" Samuel asked, leaning over the table, his eyes locked on Hugh as he perused through the stack of papers.

"I don't know, Sam." He said, taking his glasses off and reclining on his chair. "If she goes through with this, it'll be all about optics and how the court sees the situation. Which judge will be assigned." He pondered before looking at David. "Have you enrolled in college yet?" He questioned.

"Yeah." David responded.

"Good. We don't want them to think you're coasting on this money or spending it irresponsibly." Hugh explained. There was a momentary pause when all three men sat there in silence. "David, why do you think they're doing this?" He finally asked.

David sat there, peeling the wood on the large table with his nails.

"Not them. Her." He muttered. "She's punishing me." He said, his voice stumbling.

"Why?" Hugh drilled.

"She blames me...for driving him away." He divulged.

"You mean your Dad?" Hugh questioned. David nodded. Samuel took his hand to his hair, a bottling tension taking hold of him. "I'm sorry, David." He stated, witnessing the boy's gloomy expression as he sank his head between his shoulders. "I might be able to pull you through this, but...I won't lie: it'll get ugly." Hugh informed.

David's head remained lowered. Samuel looked at the boy, and he could feel the weight placed on him. A sudden rush of rage came over him. He looked at Hugh, who shook his head, signaling Samuel not to say anything else. At this point, it would be like putting salt on a wound.

"Right. Let's go home." Samuel sounded as he got up from his chair. David followed suit.

They said goodbye to Hugh and left the office. The ride home was long, silent, and grave, a departure from the blissful happiness that blanketed their days since David moved in. Finally, Samuel parked the car, and David rushed inside, climbed the stairs, tossed his jacket and shoes on the floor, and got into bed, dressed. Samuel followed him, standing in the room's doorway, observing the boy as he pulled the sheets over his head.

"David..." Samuel called. But only silence responded.

Samuel felt powerless, and words failed him. He wanted to hold David, sweep all his sadness away, and protect him from harm. But, at this point, it seemed unbearably out of his reach. He walked to his desk and pressed the remote, closing the blinds and leaving the room enveloped in darkness. He locked the door gently and walked downstairs. He opened one of the drawers in the kitchen and took out a joint, which he lit up. He strolled out to the deck and inhaled deeply. A cloud of smoke surrounded him before dissipating into the air, floating upwards and fusing with the starless night sky.

As he stood there, Samuel pondered. Laura's words fueled his actions as much as his love for David commanded his thoughts. His heart was bound by the promise he made to her. To love and care for David, guaranteeing his safety amidst a cruel world that seemed bent on knocking him to his knees.

But at this point, Samuel knew that helping David also meant securing his own survival. Samuel was, by now, incapable of contemplating life without David. Without his presence, his smell, his taste, his body, his voice, his love. If David succumbed to the pain, Samuel would follow. If David surrendered, Samuel would too.

He took a big puff, put out the joint, and walked inside. He picked up his car keys and rushed for the door, closing it gently. He drove for an hour and a half, eventually veering into a well-known neighborhood and parking outside a familiar driveway. He hopped out of the car and strode over the green lawn, stepping on it indiscriminately. Finally, he reached the front entrance, rang the doorbell, and slapped the door vigorously. And after a couple of minutes, Samuel noticed a light behind the small glass frame pop up and heard the lock turn from the inside.

"Mr. Barclay..." David's grandfather stuttered. "What are you doing here at this hour?" The older man questioned, his eyes nervously scanning the inside of the house.

"I need to speak to your wife." Samuel stated sternly.

"I don't think that's appropriate." The older man said. Then a husky female voice broke from inside the room.

"Richard, who is it?" The woman asked. The older man closed his eyes, succumbing to the inevitable. He pushed the door open with his left arm, unveiling Samuel. Her eyes flared, and she rushed down the stairs, fleeing for the living room. "I'm calling the police." She threatened.

"Margaret, please." Richard pleaded.

Samuel didn't think. He rushed inside and halted in the middle of the hall, facing Margaret, who held the phone to her ear.

"Why are you doing this?" Samuel questioned, his voice piercing the air with precision.

"Get out of our house, Mr. Barclay." She replied coldly. Her tone was cunning, sharp, and soulless.

"Your grandson has a chance to be happy." Samuel argued.

"Perhaps, but not with you." She fired back, her eyes drilling through Samuel.

"It's not up to you to decide!" Samuel hollered, losing control momentarily. They stood there, their eyes scanning each other until finally, she dropped her arm, putting the phone down gently over a small table next to the couch.

"As soon as I laid eyes on you that weekend, Mr. Barclay, I knew you would bring misery to this family." Margaret uttered, her voice poisonous like a snake's venom. "You slithered into David's head, polluting his mind and body with your perverse behavior." She said. "Do you know the sacrifices my husband and I made to raise that boy?" She questioned. "I will not have him waste a bright future to pursue these...feelings for you." She stated.

"We love each other." Samuel disclosed.

"Nonsense." She called, chuckling nervously. "Despite my best efforts, David has turned out just like his mother." She mocked.

"Don't talk about Laura." Samuel warned.

"She left my son in the middle of the night. She's unreliable, just like him." She whined with a blatantly faked tone.

"She left your son because he almost beat her to death. While she held David in her arms." Samuel stated, looking back at Richard, who bowed in shame. Margaret's eyes were fuming. "Yes, she told me." He confirmed.

"How dare you..." Margaret whispered, her strength diminishing.

"Why Laura's money?" Samuel questioned.

"She left him here." She sneered. "I should be compensated for all these years taking care of her son." She uttered before the room went stone cold.

"Margaret..." Richard stammered, perplexed by his wife's words and lack of repentance.

"You're a godless woman." Samuel stated. "Shame on you." Margaret's flickering red eyes closed as she turned around, her back now to Samuel. He had struck a nerve.

Suddenly all the rage dissipated, and pity took its place. Samuel looked at Margaret, then at Richard, whose head still hid. He looked at the floor, pondering before finally facing Margaret again.

"Name your price. I'll give you the money." Samuel offered.

"In exchange for what?" She questioned. Samuel could feel her austerity breaking.

"David." Samuel stated.

The room went quiet again. There was nothing more to say. Samuel had placed his bet. He turned around and left the house, rushing for the car. As he approached it, he could hear a commotion inside the house.

"Richard, get back here!" Margaret's voice yelled before the front door closed on her. Samuel could sense footsteps behind him.

"Mr. Barclay, wait. Please." Richard strained voice called as he tried to catch up to Samuel's steady pace. "How is David?" He questioned as he reached the car. Samuel halted, trying to calm himself before facing Richard's soft demeanor.

"How do you think, Richard?" Jonathan questioned. There was no sarcasm, no underlying intent.

"Samuel, do you...can you..." Richard faltered before finally garnering the courage to ask. "Do you love my grandson?" The older man asked.

Samuel's head scanned the street aimlessly, trying to find the right words. And there, standing in front of David's grandfather, Samuel finally let down his guard.

"More than anything in the world." Samuel proclaimed.

Both men's eyes glistened with sentiment as if Samuel's words had just signed an invisible contract, a secret solemn pledge of sorts. Then, finally, Samuel turned around, sprang inside the car, turned it on, and drove off.

About an hour later, a sense of peace washed over Samuel as he entered the beach house. Everything felt quiet and warm. He walked up the steps to the study and opened the door. David was still sleeping, his body naked and exposed, the silk sheets barely covering his feet. Samuel walked to the desk and pushed the remote button, lighting up the blue installation. Immediately, David's smooth figure became enveloped by lava-like streaks of cerulean light. Samuel stood there looking at him, beaming as he shook his head in disbelief.

A sense of discontent had chased Samuel his whole life, but now, as he stood there, he felt fulfilled. Everything Samuel needed was right there, in front of him. He stripped his clothes, dropped them on the floor, and stepped forward, climbing on the bed delicately.

As he nestled into David's body, he felt him twitch, and his eyes opened slowly. The boy turned his head, his heavy blues gazing at Samuel. His hand came up and skimmed Samuel's face gently.

"Is it morning already?" He asked, his voice mellow and gentle.

"No. You can go back to sleep." Samuel soothed.

David rolled over, pulling Samuel's arm, locking his lover's hand near his heart. Samuel leaned in, kissed the boy's neck, and fell asleep. That night, for the first time, they didn't have sex. Instead, they just lay naked in a loving embrace of boundless intimacy.

A week later, Hugh called Samuel and scheduled a meeting at his office. Around 4 pm, he and David were sitting at the large table when Hugh finally walked in.

"Morning, lovebirds." He greeted enthusiastically. "You're sitting down. Good!" He teased.

"What's up?" Samuel questioned.

"They're dropping the charges. And the motion regarding Laura's assets." Hugh informed.

Despite the news, David seemed stunned.

"I don't get it. Why would she..." David muttered. He reclined on the chair, his arms stretched over the table and his fingers interlaced. He then turned his head to the side, his eyes locked on Samuel.

"She wouldn't." Hugh intervened. "Your grandfather did." He said, making David's head snap around. The boy's eyes were glistening. "Their lawyers called earlier this morning." Hugh said, a smile on his face.

"What now?" David asked, his mind wandering cluelessly.

"Now you're free, David." Samuel replied, smiling back at the boy.

David sat there, his eyes twitching with excitement as he contemplated the endless possibilities ushered by this newfound freedom.

They left the office and drove home. A few hours later, they sat on the kitchen stools, their bodies laced together, when the doorbell rang. David's head shot up in surprise, eyes scanning Samuel for answers.

"I think it's for you." Samuel teased cryptically.

David's lips stretched into a reluctant grin, and he rushed for the door, opening it.

"Gramps!" He shouted, lunging his heavy body into Richard's arms with childlike excitement.

"My boy..." Richard mumbled, his frail arms hugging the boy, and his eyes closed as he tried to cage his emotion. "How are you?" He questioned.

"I'm good." David replied with delight.

"You look good." Richard affirmed. "Hello, Samuel." He greeted, his arm raised.

"Hey, Richard." Samuel welcomed, a soft smile pushing through.

Then, from under David's embrace, Richard's lips moved in silence, making it only possible for Samuel to discern his words.

"Thank you." Richard mouthed as tears ran down his face.

Samuel just winked and resumed his readings. And it became all about David and Richard for the next two hours. First, the boy showed his grandfather around the house. Then, they sat on the terrace chatting before walking along the beach, catching up as David laced his arm around Richard's shoulders. Finally, Samuel stood at the deck, watching the two men bond, overtaken by a sense of duty fulfilled. And yet, he still felt restless, knowing that for both of them to move on from the accident, he would have to tell David everything.

Richard eventually left, and after David said goodbye to him, waving as the car left their driveway, the house became silent again.

"Sam?" David hollered as he shut the front door. Samuel didn't answer, so he walked up the stairs and opened the door to the study to find him sitting at his desk, gazing at the ocean. Twilight was slowly floating down on the horizon, smudging the last rays of sun with a violet and blue layer. "What are you doing?" The boy asked as he leaned on the doorway.

Samuel turned his chair slowly and stared at David, scanning every inch of his body like it might be the last time.

"We need to talk." Samuel said. "I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago. About the day of the accident." He rambled, the anxiety creeping in.

"I already know." David replied.

Suddenly, the room went stone cold and heavy.

"What..." Samuel muttered, his voice stuttering.

"You talk in your sleep. A lot." David clarified. "It was like a puzzle at first. But I eventually put everything together." He explained.

"You little shit..." Samuel chuckled, amazed at David's ability to surprise him still. Then his amusement quickly turned into concern. "Were you upset?" He questioned.

"I wouldn't say upset. Rather confused." David elaborated. "But I guess I had time to think about it." He stated.

"And...?" Samuel questioned.

"I think we wouldn't be here if it weren't for my mother." David stated. "It may have been the most affectionate thing she ever did for me. In a sense, she saved us both." He said.

And with those words, David released the last shred of pain attached to their trauma. Samuel fell back on his chair, his eyes glistening with tears. David sauntered inside the room and leaned against Samuel's desk, his tall body looming over his lover.

"Sam, I made a decision. I'm moving to New York." David informed.

"I figured." Samuel replied as he felt his chest tighten. "I understand." He stated, finally exhaling.

"I just...I think we need to figure out if what we feel for each other can survive beyond this house." David said.

And there it was, the inevitable truth. Samuel gazed at David in awe as tears glided along his face.

"You really are the brightest, wisest beyond his years, deepest, most inebriating, cunning, and complex young man I know." Samuel said. "And I love you with all my heart." Samuel uttered.

The boy's smile gently faded. And just like that, his words pulled David's soul from under the deep ocean where Samuel had concealed their love. And there, in that room, the invisible glass dome surrounding Samuel and David's secret world was finally shattered.

"Sam..." David whispered in tears. "I..." He stumbled.

Samuel stood up and dried the tears from David's eyes with his hands.

"Whatever happens, wherever we go, whatever we do..." Samuel stated as he yanked his shirt, pulling his pants off and tossing them on the ground. "We'll always have this moment." He proclaimed, stripping David completely. "So let's make sure we never forget it." Samuel whispered before plunging his tongue inside the boy's mouth.

Their bodies locked almost immediately, their arms enveloping their backs as their tongues danced sensually together, soft pleasurable moans erupting unannounced.

Samuel pulled their bodies together, their cocks rubbing against each other, and in a swift move, he pulled David up, holding him as the boy wrapped his legs around him. He walked to the bed and slid over the king-size bed, taking David with him. Their mouths were still locked, enveloped in their mutual lust. Samuel was grinding his dick over David's, his pelvis moving around eagerly, frothing the precum from both cocks. David giggled with unbridled satisfaction. Then he planted his feet on the mattress, pulled his body up, and scissored his legs around Samuel's waist, squeezing the hunk's massive shaft between his crack.

"Fuck Sam, you're rock hard." David moaned. Samuel didn't respond. His lips and tongue were too busy savoring David's neck. "Put it in, already." He begged.

"No." Samuel uttered categorically. "Not yet." He informed.

And suddenly, to David's surprise, he began descending, his lips and tongue exploring David's body as if they were seeing it for the first time. He glided his tongue down, veering sideways to the boy's nipples. Their soft pink surface prickled instantly, protruding outwards, welcoming Samuel's presence and attention. Samuel lay there, his tongue wiggling over them, teasing them, sucking in them. David's legs twitched, his head arched back, and his toes curled in pleasure.

"Oh fuck..." He moaned, surprised by the erogenous feeling.

"You like that, baby?" Samuel questioned. David moaned affirmatively, incapable of uttering words. "Good." Samuel rasped, enthralled by the pleasure he was providing.

He continued worshiping the boy's nipples for over ten minutes until he finally veered down, his tongue grazing David's belly button and occasionally kissing his skin softly. Samuel began to feel the scent of David's dick as he slid down. Inebriated by the moment, he persisted, and soon his lips were touching the boy's shaft, kissing it.

"Sam...?" David whispered, an understated shock in his voice.

"Shhh...shut the fuck up." Samuel groaned, overtaken by lust.

He couldn't explain it, but despite his almost inexistent inclination to do it before, at that moment, Samuel wanted nothing more than to taste David's cock and feel it inside his mouth. He kept his eyes closed, a small part still embarrassed by his forwardness. Samuel took his hand and straightened it, sliding his tongue along it as he went up to meet the tip. He pulled back the boy's foreskin, unleashing a string of shiny liquid juice. Unwilling to waste it, Samuel lunged his mouth over the shaft and swallowed it. Then, being strategic and having watched David do it countless times, Samuel slid a few inches in, maintaining his position steady as he rolled his tongue around it, guiding his movements according to David's moans, which were now becoming more denounced. He began slowly bobbing his head up and down, his thick hair moving with it, and soon he felt David's hands grab his face gently, falling to the side and clutching the sheets beside him.

"Sam...fuck..." David moaned euphorically.

The boy's lustful sounds escorted Samuel's descent as he delved deeper and deeper, David's dick barely visible. Now, Samuel's movements weren't forceful but relatively slow and nurturing. His tongue worked tirelessly to stay attached to the base of the shaft, coating its surface with his spit. Samuel kept at it, placing every one of his observational skills at play, putting every first-timer to shame with his innate ability to suck dick. It was now effortless, and soon, Samuel was moaning. David's grip on the sheets tightened. He had never heard Samuel sound like that. Vulnerable, submissive. It was the hottest thing David had ever heard.

"Sam...stop...I'm..." David begged, but it was too late.

The boy felt a burning rush travel from his chest into his abdomen and explode in his groin. Cum started spewing, but his dick was still warm. David finally lifted his head and looked down to find Samuel with his lips stretched around his cock, his hazelnut eyes looking up at David and his eyes flickering with each string of batter fired.

"Fuck, you're actually doing it..." David giggled, enamored by Samuel's face as he swallowed his load.

Samuel finally pulled back, a popping sound echoing inside the room as his mouth parted from David's slobbered dick.

"That was...different." Samuel chuckled, swallowing the last piece of cum stored inside his throat.

David just stared at him, his mouth gaping. Samuel pulled up, reclining on the large soft pillows near the headboard, and tapped his hand on the bed.

"Your turn." He commanded.

David smiled, his beautifully hypnotizing grin pushing through, and immediately jumped up and nestled beside Samuel, lunging his mouth on Samuel's massive throbbing cock. Within a few seconds, showcasing his competitive nature, David was drooling over the huge shaft, jerking it with his hand as he bobbed his head up and down, hugging it with his mouth. His lips glided effortlessly over it, no gagging, no coughing. David knew every inch of Samuel's cock like the back of his hand. Or mouth. He was home.

"That's it, baby. Suck that dick." Samuel instructed, his dominant nature finally docking.

He took his hands, held David's head, and began fucking the boy's mouth. There was now confidence attached to every movement. They had mastered their boundaries, opening the plainfield to enjoy unbridled, uninhibited sex. David's hands held to Samuel's thighs for dear life as the stud ravaged his mouth relentlessly. The boy whimpered in ecstasy and bliss.

Suddenly, David rolled over, laying his body between Samuel's stretched legs, his face hovering over Samuel's cock. He pulled his mouth away and started gliding his tongue down, stuffing his nose inside Samuel's bushy crack and balls, sniffing deeply.

"Fuck, yeah." David exclaimed. Samuel smiled, lifting his pelvis slightly, signaling the boy his compliance.

David started sucking on his balls, feeling the musky flavor of Samuel's sweat in his mouth. It was blissful. He held Samuel's cock in his hand, keeping the way clear as he went deeper and deeper in, and soon his tongue was touching Samuel's sphincter slightly.

"Wow..." Samuel chuckled.

"Let me. Please." David begged. Samuel laughed, placing his hands over his face, slightly embarrassed.

"Fine." His muffled voice uttered from inside his hands.

Samuel's eyes peeked from under a small crack in his fingers, enough to see David's jubilation at his response. Then, a second later, the boy's head disappeared from view, and Samuel felt David's hands push his legs up right before his soft, moist tongue grazed his hole.

"Holy shit..." Samuel exclaimed, flinching. As he did, he heard David giggle from under him.

But soon, the boy's tongue was over his entire sphincter, licking and wiggling over it, making it pucker. David groaned, his strength pushing through as his dominant side took over. Occasionally, he would pull back and slide his finger around Samuel's silky sphincter skin, marveling at how his hole invited him in.

"Turn around." David ushered. To his surprise, Samuel rolled over almost immediately, stretching on the bed and bending one leg up, exposing his hole. "Samuel Barclay, you dirty hore." David razzed.

"Fuck you!" Samuel fired back. Both men chuckled in unison. Then there was a silence. Then David notices Samuel's ass twitch slightly. "Get in there." Samuel groaned before burying his face in one of the pillows.

David leaned forward and started kissing Samuel's tights passionately. Every kiss was meaningful and delicate as he prepared his ass to welcome him. He bit on Samuel's fuzzy cheeks softly before taking his hands and spreading the hunk's cheeks, unleashing his manly scent. David's blue eyes hovered there, transfixed by his partner's vulnerability, finally offered to him. He closed his eyes and lunged his tongue inside the hole, licking around it and forcing it inside, teaching it to relax. He could feel Samuel's initial reluctance. But as he explored further, Samuel's body began to reply. The muscles on his ass relaxed, his legs caved into the mattress, and his mouth began to let out these high-pitched moans.

David's cock was now achingly hard, twitching every time a sound flew from Samuel's mouth, and suddenly the stud's hole began to open, an intense fragrance spewing from inside. David pulled away, his lips sporting a teasing smirk. He puckered his lips and blew into Samuel's hole, making it unfurl delicately like a blooming flower. Samuel lifted his head from the pillow.

"What...why did you stop?" He asked, hazed and disoriented. David smiled, and with unwavering resolute, he spat into the hole and lunged back in.

The slurping sounds echoed across the room, and for over fifteen minutes, David's tongue drilled into Samuel's ass amongst the stud's submissive whines. David finally pulled up, his tongue cramping up.

"Damn, baby." Samuel groaned. David's voice didn't reply, but he felt his body shift on the bed and the sound of the bedstand drawer opening. "What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes flaring.

"What I wanted to do since that night I caught you spying on me." David whispered before squeezing a handful of lube into his hand and slapping it over Samuel's hole.

"David..." Samuel uttered, making the boy pause, and consider. "Go easy." Samuel whispered, burying his face inside the pillow again.

They were the most beautiful words David had ever heard and would ever hear. His eyes glistened with emotion as he rubbed his dick in lube, gazing down at Samuel's ass, finally spread over the bed, waiting for his cock. David leaned forward, lifting his smooth ass, and hovered over Samuel's hole, teasing his dick over it, rubbing the tip around the edges.

"I'm not gonna last long, I can tell." David taunted before descending, his cock finally sliding in slowly. David was an athlete, and the mastery with which he kept his hovering position steady was masterful. "Fuck, Sam, you're so tight." He commented, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

David locked on Samuel, wanting to see his reaction. But the stud hid his face, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Look at me." David ushered.

"No..." Samuel muttered. So David, knowing Samuel almost as well as he knew himself, did the only thing he could do. He pushed all of his cock inside. Samuel's head snapped back.

"FUCK!" He hollered.

David's body collapsed over him, his sweaty torso glued to Samuel's back. They could feel each other's breaths. David kept making small moves, relaxing and expanding Samuel's hole, making it feel more pleased with his cock's presence. And suddenly, it happened. Samuel's eyes started rolling around, seemingly looking to identify this strange and new sensation. He turned his head around and stared at David, his eyes squinting intensely and his mouth slightly opened.

"Now comes the good part." David uttered. He began thrusting his hips faster. Samuel's body started bouncing along with it, his expression frozen, paralyzed, no sound evading his mouth. "Ran out of words, mister writer?" David teased as he upped the rhythm, his sweaty hips slapping against Samuel's muscled ass, now bouncing and jiggling.

David pulled back, straightening his back, and continued pounding, his hands grappling Samuel's hip. And it was then that he saw the stud's hand move between his legs, grabbing his massive rock-hard cock.

"I knew it." David stated, dropping his head back as he upped the rhythm even more. "Sam...FUCK! Your ass feels amazing!" The boy proclaimed, overtaken by lust. His head came back down, and his blue eyes locked on Samuel. There he was, the most vulnerable David had ever seen him. And he was the only person that would ever have access to it. "Say something..." The boy begged, compelled to hear his lover's voice.

Samuel's expression finally shifted, and his lips started stretching. He extended his arm and grabbed David's neck, pulling the boy into him and kissing him passionately. Then he pulled away and let his mouth linger inches from David's.

"I want your cum in my ass." Samuel whispered between thrusts, his voice passionate.

David arched his back, and an animal-like howl broke from his chest and pierced the room. They began groaning and growling together. A primal display of masculinity and dominance. David fired shot after shot of cum inside Samuel's twitching hole, and with each thrust, it seemed to grip around David's cock even tighter, unwillingly to let go of its presence. He finally fell forward, his worked-out body collapsing on top of Samuel.

"Fuck, Sam, stop clenching. You're milking me dry." David stuttered, still twitching.

Samuel pulled away, unleashing the boy's cock, and releasing a soft queefing sound. He instantly took his hand to his ass.

"Wow." He uttered as he turned to face David, who let his body fall to the side, their faces now opposite each other.

"I can't believe you let me do that." David said, his lips stretched into a smile. Samuel beamed and leaned forward, kissing David's lips.

"I'll be right back." Samuel stated, rushing for the bathroom. A few seconds later, David heard the loudest fart. The boy rolled on his back, laughing hysterically, and after about ten seconds, Samuel's laughter broke from inside the bathroom.

"Amateur!" David yelled, his arms around his belly as he tried to cage his giggles.

A few moments later, Samuel sprung from the doorway and jumped into the bed, tackling David's body and pinning him under him as he tickled his stomach.

"Fuck you, you little shit." He chuckled as they wrestled.

Their bodies touched as they tried to overpower each other strength. Samuel seemed to have the upper hand, but David was putting up a fight. Then, suddenly and purposely, Samuel slid his finger inside David's ass. They immediately halted, freezing. David's expression flared in surprise. But soon, that surprise faded into a lustful countenance, his body melting as he moaned.

"Sam..." He whined, letting his body fall on the silk sheets.

Samuel began jabbing his finger more profoundly, the boy's body twitching in pleasure, his smooth ass flexing as it gripped around Samuel's index. Finally, the hunk grabbed David's feet and pulled him in, spreading his legs and diving between them. David wrapped them around Samuel, his feet resting on his ass, and they kissed.

"I can taste my ass in your mouth." Samuel commented before sticking his tongue inside David's mouth and sucking on his plump lips.

There was no rush. Samuel was taking his time. So they lay there, Samuel's hard cock rubbing against David's cheeks, their bodies lit by the blue light installation.

"I love you, David." Samuel professed as he skimmed his fingers over David's hair, brushing it aside, unveiling the boy's blue eyes.

"I love you, Sam." David replied, smiling. Then he took his arm over Samuel's throbbing cock and guided its tip into his hole. "Make love to me." He asked.

Samuel moved his hips back and forth, gently and slowly, sliding his dick inside with ease, his dick already coated with all the moist and sweaty natural lube they needed. Samuel's breathing intensified, and his eyes left David's briefly. Finally, the boy clasped the stud's head and forced him to face him.

"Look at my eyes." The boy begged.

"I can't..." Samuel stuttered.

"Why?" David asked.

"Because..." Samuel struggled. "If I do...I won't be able to let you go." He confessed. David's eyes glistened, and tears began falling, skating along his face and falling on the bed. "You're the fucking love of my life, kid." Samuel professed as he fucked David's hole with the most profound commitment.

In that room, these two men, bound together by tragedy, forged a love more significant than their pain, more potent than their despair, and more profound than their darkest nature.

Samuel and David made love to each other until their bodies ached. They stamped their devotion to one another on their skin like burning iron and melded their hearts together like metal armor. They lingered in that room, the stage of so many memories, hoping that time would avail them and make that moment absolute, perpetual, infinite. But alas, it did not.

Three days later, David left.

Samuel roamed the beach house for two weeks, lost and consumed by his solitude. Everything felt dark, sad, and bare. The space left by David was overwhelmingly painful, like an amputated limb. But Samuel pushed through and eventually carried on. Then, one day, as he sat on the edge of the bed, glancing out the window, remembering, he suddenly glanced at his laptop, just sitting there, alone on that desk. Samuel begrudgingly got up and walked over to it. He sat on his chair and popped it open, and as he scanned the desktop, he noticed a file tucked at the base of the screen. He opened it.

"Sam,

I know you hate it when I touch your stuff. But I knew if I left this here, you'd eventually get to read it...

By now, I'm already in New York, trying to live my life away from you.

And although we both know that if I stayed, we would have just driven each other crazy, I desperately hope my plan fails so I can fly back home and jump in your arms.

I'll never be able to make you understand how much you mean to me.

Your love saved me in every way that love can save a person.

And I will hold that love in my heart until we find our way back to each other again.

In the meantime, keep writing.

Yours forever,

David."

Samuel fell back on the chair, crying and giggling simultaneously, his emotions pouring through finally. He felt sad and happy, heartbroken and exhilarated at the same time. He leaned forward and peeked at the deck, remembering that night when he spied on David having sex in the hot tub, and chuckled.

"That little shit..." He uttered, smiling.

He slanted back again and stared at the screen. Then, after a moment, he got up, walked over to the small table with the minibar, poured some scotch on a glass, and returned to his sitting chair. He opened a drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. After a couple of sips and a few puffs, he stretches his fingers.

"Ready or not, here I come." He stated.

And just like that, Samuel began typing.
And he never stopped again.

[Paris. 10 Years Later]

Samuel stood in front of the mirror in a five-star hotel bedroom, his fingers trembling as he tried to adjust his tie.

"Fuck this!" Samuel hollered, his voice bottling with frustration. Finally, he dropped his head in defeat.

Suddenly, two soft and beautiful hands came behind him and touched his shoulders.

"Here. Let me." The male voice said. "Calm down." The young man urged, smiling. Samuel gazed at his eyes, lost in their deepness, those heavy deep blue eyes.

"Where are they?" Samuel asked.

"Hugh said he'd take Jonathan to the bar before they head to the auditorium." David informed. "I think Hugh just wants to fuck the bartender." He razzed. "There. Done." He stated, brushing Samuel's shoulders with his hands.

"You look so beautiful." Samuel muttered as he looked at David put on his jacket. David glanced at him and smiled.

"If you feel nervous, just...look at my eyes. I'll be right there." David conveyed. Samuel nodded nervously.

They left the hotel suite and walked the corridor to the elevator. They got in and descended to the first floor, and as the doors opened, flashes of light began firing from cameras and phones, and thousands of reporters trampled each other, trying to catch a good shot of Samuel.

David peeked at Samuel's flared eyes and extended his arm. Samuel smiled, holding David's hand before they dove inside the sea of people, traversing a large theatre auditorium. As they approached the main stage, a young man rushed over.

"Ce sont vos places, monsieur Barclay." The young man politely informed.

"Merci." David replied. He gently ripped the papers glued to the back of their seats.

A few seconds later, the room erupted in applause, and an older man walked across the stage toward a small podium.

"Bonsoir à tous. Merci d'être venu." The man welcomed. "We are here tonight, having just handed out this year's Le Prix Goncourt award for a special ceremony to honor and pay tribute to best-selling author and writer Mr. Samuel Barclay." The man presented before the room burst into applause again.

David could feel Samuel's grip on his hand get stronger. David leaned into Samuel's ear.

"If you pull through this, I'll suck your cock for an hour." David whispered. Samuel giggled, and his grip loosened.

"It's unusual, nonetheless, that we have chosen to take this opportunity to do so. But Barclay's work, particularly his Renaissance period, has been considered by many a game changer. His best-selling and Pulitzer Prize-winning novel "In All Your Heavy Blue" has been considered a literary masterpiece and one of the best novels ever written, having been translated into more than 137 languages. A story about loss, grief, and the perseverance of love." The older man conveyed. "I'm beyond excited and thrilled to welcome to the stage the recipient of this year's "Prix de L'écrivain Révolutionnaire," my friend, Samuel S. Barclay." The man announced.

The room stood up, looming over Samuel, and clapping hands reverberated across it. Samuel looked to the side to find David's smile waiting for him. He finally stood up, kissed David, and strolled up the steps to meet the older man, who hugged him. As he turned around, Samuel found the room embracing him in a clangorous applause. His eyes glistened with emotion as the audience showered him with a seven-minute standing ovation.

Samuel walked to the podium and held the gold statue, skimming at its engraving as the room's excitement finally declined. He smiled before finally facing the room.

"Bonsoir, au distingué panel de juges, collègues et amis réunis ici ce soir pour célébrer l'art du conte." Samuel stated before pausing momentarily. "I'm humbled and grateful for this honor and for giving me this prestigious award. I..." He stumbled. "I've had two literary lives. One was before "In All Your Heavy Blue" and one after it, a work that resonated with so many people worldwide. He continued. "But despite its success, it's far from my biggest achievement." Samuel confessed, stumbling momentarily with his words. "I would like to dedicate this award tonight...to the biggest achievement of my life, sitting here tonight." He said, glancing at David, whose eyes glittered with tears. "My husband, David Barclay." He stated before the room became enveloped by emotion. "One could argue that two people like us would never amount to anything together. We began our story riddled with pain, and now look at us. But you were right, my love, my David: no one could ever know or understand... but us. Through your love, you made me a better man." Samuel stuttered, completely vulnerable to a room full of sobs. "Through my work, I want people to know how joyous love can become once you break through the pain and hurt and how rewarding that journey can be if you just...persevere." He said. "David, you are my heart, my dawn, my soul. And I love you." He stated, his eyes locked on David, whose heavy blues shined the brightest they had ever. "Thank you. Merci." Samuel concluded.

Everyone in the theatre stood up, clapping as David and Samuel stepped out, being greeted and cheered as they went.

After a few minutes, they stepped out of the elevator, holding hands as they returned to their suite on the hotel's top floor.

"So, how did I do?" Samuel questioned as his fingers scoured one of his pockets for his cigarette pack.

"Not bad, old man, not bad." David teased. "So what now?" He asked. Samuel darted at him and grinned.

"Now, you'll suck my cock for an hour." Samuel replied. David looked at him, momentarily ignorant of his previous proposition. "Your game. Your rules, kid." Samuel stated. David's lips stretched as he smiled, making Samuel beam. Still the most beautiful smile in the world, Samuel thought.

"Fair enough." David whispered just as they reached the room door.

He swiped the card, grabbed Samuel's tie, and pulled him inside the room as the door shut delicately behind them.

THE END