Our Summer Rhapsody - 5. "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out"

The key slowly spun on the old door, its wood screeching as Niko flared it open. He seemed slightly embarrassed, moving to the side and letting Oliver, who stood behind him, finally enter his room. The blonde first noticed how small it looked from the inside. And messy. Not at all the pristine, sterile, soap-scented picture of the hotel he had been sleeping in. And yet, it was by far the coziest room he had ever set foot in. Niko jumped in front of him and began picking up his dirty clothes off the floor, pulling a bra and one or two female panties with them. He opened a small basket next to his closet and crammed the dirty clothes inside, punching them to the bottom before closing the lid. Then he turned, eyes glowing at Oliver, who stared at him, waiting.

"I don't get many visitors..." the hunk mumbled. Oliver frowned, tilting his head adorably to the side. "I mean...special visitors," Niko added.

Oliver's eyes began to wander around the room. Several drawings were on the wall, and a few pictures were scattered around the room. In a corner, next to the window, a small desk filled with CDs and sketches. He panned left to find that the bed was unmade. Niko caught Oliver's eyes locking on it and immediately leaned forward.

"Don't bother..." Oliver stated, sauntering over to the small window, lingering there with his back turned to a visibly nervous Niko.

"I told you it was a dump," the stud humbly admitted. "Not like that fancy hotel you're staying at," he teased awkwardly as Oliver's eyes latched on the street. The view from inside seemed eerily different, the blonde thought. But suddenly, he smiled, turning around.

"It's perfect," he said before they gazed at each other's eyes.

Something had changed. A layer that suddenly exposed all the minor vulnerabilities to each other, their hearts and souls ripped open and laid bare inside that small room. Oliver's eyes panned right, his gaze locking on the desk. Laid over it was a small stack of drawings. The blonde walked over, stretching his arm, his fingers gently brushing over them. He slowly pulled the top one to the side, revealing the one underneath. His eyes sparkled, lips stretching into a delicate smile. It was his face, drawn in black chalk. And it wasn't just one. More than a dozen sketches of his face lay over the small table, and as Oliver peeled off each one, another lay beneath. He felt his legs cave slightly and leaned against the small desk.

"Are all these...me?" Oliver questioned, his voice shaky. There was a brief silence, his eyes locked on the drawings.

"Yeah," Niko's voice replied from behind him. He felt the stud approach him, his body leaning gently in. "I can't seem to get the eyes right," the hunk explained, his breath crawling up Oliver's neck, tingling his tiny blonde hair.

"Why not?" Oliver asked.

"I don't know. I guess...some things can't be replicated... they're just..." the stud stuttered as Oliver turned his head back, their eyes meeting, mouths coasting inches apart. "Too beautiful," Niko whispered.

"Maybe I could model for you," Oliver suggested teasingly. Niko chuckled, the stud's breath spewing into the blonde's lips and skin.

"Naked?" Niko teased.

"If you want..." Oliver replied, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Oliver?" Niko said, his cock hardening inside his shorts.

"Yeah?" the blonde muttered sensually. Niko stumbled, eager to embrace his truth, but his voice seemed stuck. He suddenly pulled away, walking to the middle of the small room. Oliver bowed, his eyes following the hunk, noticing his apprehension.

"I know you pushed me away to protect me," Oliver disclosed, his voice tender and unjudgmental. "And I think you already know, but I wanted to tell you anyway..." he wavered. "I love you, Niko," the blonde admitted, his heart finally uncovered to the object of his desire. "And I want you to be my first," he conveyed, propelling Niko's head to rise, his whole countenance glaring, sentiment pushing through from underneath.

"Why?" Niko whispered.

He felt Oliver's affection for him, the pureness of the boy's desire. But no matter how blatantly meaningful and true Oliver's intentions were, some part of Niko seemed frozen, unable to accept that love, as if some hidden part of him didn't consider himself worthy of such affection. So Oliver, in a selfless act of compassion, gave Niko the comfort he needed. He shared his heart's most vibrant whisper.

"Because...I don't know what's going to happen..." Oliver said, his words ushering a warm, gentle wave with them. "But no matter what that is, where life takes us or who we end up meeting...I want this moment with you to be forever," the blonde beauty professed. Niko's eyes quavered, glistening. "Something for us to come back to...that no one will ever know about...except you and me," Oliver stated.

And there they were. The words Niko had waited to hear. The hunk had lived on that island all his life, stuck to an ordinary existence he could not escape. And despite the respect the stud garnered, the good friends he surrounded himself with, and the family he loved, he had always felt alone. But in Oliver's eyes, he found purpose. In the boy's words, he found meaning. And in the comfort of the blonde beauty's prodigious presence, he found himself.

"Are you nervous?" Niko asked. The corners of Oliver's lips flickered up, and he slowly shook his head.

"You?" Oliver whispered, squinting at Niko's hands as he brushed them against his shorts. He was nervous, his voice brittle.

"I..." the hunk stuttered. "I just want you to feel special," he confessed, suddenly exhaling as if Oliver's question had lifted a strange weight off his chest. The blonde smiled, pulling back and leaning against the window frame, his beautiful turquoise eyes brooding as the street lights fell over them.

"But I don't want to feel special," Oliver said, voicing his feelings with an ease he had never experienced before. The deeper he stared at Niko's emerald ocean, the more profound his newfound peacefulness became. "I've been made to feel special all my life. I'm sick of it," he said.

"What do you want, then?" Niko asked in a deep voice, stuttering slightly. All his senses seemed hostage to Oliver's charm.

Oliver smiled, pulling up. He stood there looking at Niko. Then, very slowly, he tugged his sheer shirt over his head, his blonde curls falling delicately over his face in the most stunning way. Niko swallowed dry as he observed the blonde's awakening. Oliver's fingers ran down his soft skin, traveling unhurriedly along his chest down his smooth belly, his thumbs landing on his waistband. He slid them inside and pushed the shorts down, exposing his beautiful body. Oliver was a stunning young man, his velvety pale skin coated with the softest blonde hairs, ideally spread.

Niko's cock stiffened at the sight of the blonde's virginal body and his stiff, pink shaft dangling between his legs.

"I just want to feel good, Niko. Please make me feel good," the boy begged.

Niko always felt he didn't know much about anything. He didn't consider himself intellectual or enlightened. And there were a lot of things he couldn't do. But what Oliver asked of him at that moment? What the boy appealed with such vulnerability and rawness? Niko was sure he could offer him.

"You're so beautiful, Oliver," Niko groaned, stumbling in his words.

Oliver smiled, moving over to the bed, his body concealed in the shadows looming over the room. He glided over and sat on the edge of the mattress, head now tilted as he gazed at Niko's green eyes twinkling down. He stretched his arms and slid his fingers inside Niko's waistband, pulling down his shorts slowly and unleashing the stud's throbbing dick. It seemed even more pronounced than the last time. Veiny, thick, and oozing with precum. Oliver grabbed it, his hand barely able to contain it, and began to stroke it gently, watching, mesmerized as the foreskin moved up and down, unveiling the tip which secreted copious amounts of sheer liquid down his hand.

This time, Oliver was ready. Not only ready but willing to give himself to Niko and prove his ability to satisfy his hunger. He leaned forward and swallowed Niko's cock, releasing a soft moan which seemed to entice the hunk, causing the hunk to tilt his head back. As he did, he pulled his bleach-stained tanktop off and tossed it on the ground, unleashing a strong, intoxicatingly alluring, musky scent from under his armpits. As he looked down, he smiled. Oliver's mouth was already rolling down his cock, lips stretching as he pushed about 6 inches of it down his throat. It immediately clogged, but rather than pull away, the blonde lingered there, letting his mouth slowly accommodate the hunk's girth. Sensing his confidence, Niko started thrusting his hips gently forward, calmly nudging an extra inch inside Oliver's mouth. And with each motion, he went deeper. Soon, Oliver had Niko's fat, 9-inch cock crammed inside his mouth, and his soft red lips stretched thin around it.

"Look at me," Niko rasped, coaching Oliver's eyes to glance up. They were watering profusely, gaping with strain, and oozing indisputable bliss. Niko's chin dropped, his mouth slightly opened as he marveled at Oliver's expression. The blonde's flushed face and deep turquoise eyes gazed up at him, compliant and willing to be tamed.

Niko pulled back slowly. He wanted to see his dick slop out of Oliver's warm mouth, and as he did, he grinned, aware that the blonde beauty had just swallowed it whole. As it popped out, the boy gasped, immediately coughing.

"Fuck," Oliver stammered, chuckling as he endeavored to catch his breath.

But as he tried to pull back, Niko's hand grabbed his hair, forcing his mouth forward. Oliver instinctively flared his lips, and seconds later, Niko was fucking his throat, holding his head locked before his waist as he trusted his muscular hips into Oliver's mouth. The blonde's gags reverberated across the small space, his breathing frenzied and cluttered. His hands came up and landed on Niko's muscular thighs, nails biting into the stud's thick skin. Something had shifted, and Niko was becoming more dominant and less gentle. Yet, from under Oliver's muffled moans, his submissive nature began to show. His fingers skated around Niko's legs and crawled up, grabbing the stud's perfectly shaped ass, the intense heat it emanated practically burning his palms. Niko could feel the boy's hands assisting him as they not only allowed him to thrust deeper but willingly aided his pelvis in doing so.

"Oliver...fuck..." the stud groaned, swamped by the feeling of the boy's throat closing around his shaft and his tongue hugging its base, gliding along it. And the more he pushed inside, the louder Oliver moaned.

Feeling himself boiling up, that rush of blood to the head anchoring, Niko pushed his hips back, yanking his slobbering cock out of Oliver's mouth, who fell back, elbows landing on the soft mattress. His face was reddened, and his smooth cheeks flushed. Yet he sparkled, and his lips grinned as his chest moved up and down. Niko chuckled, his emerald eyes descending along Oliver's body. Suddenly, he realized it was the first time he had looked at the boy like that. And he still couldn't believe Oliver was there, naked, laid over his bed, waiting to be taken.

The stud slowly dropped to his knees, his arms stretching over the bed and sliding graciously under the boy's legs, pulling them. He yanked Oliver's body over the sheets to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs up, locking his masculine hands under the blonde's knees. He could listen to the surprised gasp in his voice.

"What are you...?" Oliver stuttered.

"Shhh...relax," Niko whispered, already diving his nose inside the boy's crack. He sniffed it, sighing with satisfaction. It was beyond what he had ever expected. Oliver's scent was indescribable. Otherworldly. One of those aromas that immediately transport you to another place, a cherished place, like a fond remembrance. But in Niko's case, it was a remembrance of which his mind had no recollection, but his spirit seemed to recognize. As if his soul had visited it long before he did.

He pushed Oliver's legs back, his athletic arms pinning the blonde's knees against his chest. Then, ever so slowly, he began to kiss his soft legs, one wet kiss at a time, each escorting a flick of his tongue, marking the boy's tasty skin as his territory. He descended into the boy's crack, feeling its dampness, and soon he was teasing his sphincter.

"Oh..." Oliver exclaimed, his voice surprised and exhilarated. But he barely had time to react or adjust as Niko pushed his entire face into it, his thick beard sanding against the boy's soft skin. The stud's tongue feasted on the boy's flavor, coating the soft wall around his hole with his musk-scented spit, and he would, occasionally, pull back and spit on it, driving his face back inside again.

Oliver's arms stretched outwards, his hands skating up the bed like wings flaring, finally coasting on top of his face, covering his mouth as his moans began to escalate, turning into these whines. But despite his overwhelming pleasure, he could feel his body tensing up, his hole closing every time Niko's tongue tried to slide in.

"Do you like that?" the stud questioned, his words sensually guttural.

"Yes..." the boy replied, incapable of coherent speech. Niko smiled, his face still buried between Oliver's legs.

"Then, relax. Push it out," Niko whispered gently, a gentleness only a seasoned lover could possess. And it worked. Oliver's sphincter puckered suddenly before unfurling, releasing a gust of air that brought the boy's scented fragrance into the hunk's nostrils.

Niko's face dove forward, and he slid his tongue inside, squeezing it into the chummy opening like a key sliding into a tight hole. He could feel it warming up as it frilled inside, the boy's walls opening to it, and soon his lips were latched around the hole like a sponge, sucking on the blonde's rich taste, feeding off his otherworldly pheromones.

"Niko, fuck..." Oliver stammered, his head slowly shaking from side to side, his mind going blank.

"You like my tongue inside your tight little ass, hum?" Niko teased, forcing Oliver to embrace his pleasure and unleash the beautiful creature he bore underneath.

"Fuck, yes," the boy moaned, his replies now energized, carrying an embraced exuberance.

Niko groaned, and without warning, he grabbed Oliver's body and effortlessly flipped him over. The boy gasped, completely surprised and turned on by how Niko had just handled him. So much so that he inadvertently stuck his ass up, teasing Niko's greedy mouth with it. He let his knees fall outwards, spreading his legs apart. When he did, he felt the hunk's hands go under his thighs, grasp his groin, and pull him back to the edge of the bed. The movement was rough yet perfectly executed. It seemed Niko knew what he was doing. Yet Oliver was confident this wasn't just one of the stud's encounters with any women or men he had allowed inside that room. The boy knew, beyond the shadow of any doubt, that Niko was fucking him with zeal and passion.

"Jesus, look at that hole..." Niko's voice grunted as he slapped Oliver's bubble asscheeks, the sound echoing inside the room. He clad his arms around Oliver's waist, locked his hands together over the boy's lower back, and forced his body down, pinning it on the bed. Then, he rammed his whole face inside the blonde's crack and penetrated his hole with his tongue, wiggling it inside with unbridled hunger.

"Oh my God...Niko...oh fuck..." Oliver wailed, his arms spread out, hands gripping the sheets as he buried his head inside a pillow.

Niko would push his neck in, jostling his head energetically, his raven curls eagerly shaking as he layered Oliver's crack with his spit, and soon, there wasn't a single dry surface on the blonde's body from the waist down. They lost track of time, and it would have been impossible to determine just how long Niko munched on Oliver's taint. But by the time the stud pulled away, escorting a loud pop with it, his jaw was numb, and Oliver's legs shivered uncontrollably, his stunning ass jiggling in front of Niko's foaming mouth.

There was a brief pause, during which both of them remained silent. Niko tilted his head to the side, peeking over to assess Oliver. As he did, the boy curved his neck and looked back, their eyes locking. Seconds later, they both chuckled. It was the most perfectly coordinated moment of joy. Then, Niko's expression changed, and a passionate, ardent gaze took hold of him.

He didn't say anything. He wanted to but couldn't possibly find the appropriate words. Everything in his mind sounded dirty, crude, unworthy of the boy's majestic nature. And he could sense Oliver's eyes studying his expression, carefully reading his every thought. Their connection became more profound with every breath they took together inside that room. A vertiginous plunge, a descent into a place of mutual worship from which no escape was possible. And why would they want to flee such an ideal world? After all, they had built it. And so, from the depths of their passion, the pits of their connection, Oliver nodded slowly, giving Niko consent to proceed.

The stud's eyes filled with a glistening layer, his emotions surfacing. He crawled up and slid into the bed. Oliver followed his movement, rolling over and facing the stud. Soon, their bodies were locked, with Niko's throbbing, 9-inch mammoth cock, tucked under Oliver's slobbering, moist crack. They stumbled, catching their breaths, their faces inches from each other. Oliver never felt safer in his life, lying there with Niko's heavy, muscular body pinning him down.

"I...I wanted this. So much," the boy whispered with overwhelming vulnerability.

"I wanted this, too," Niko whispered back, sowing a satiny, wet kiss on the tip of Oliver's nose.

The blonde's legs began to crawl up, the sweat glazing their latched groins, easing the movement. He scissored Niko's waist and let his feet rest over the hunk's beefy ass.

"Fuck me, Niko," Oliver requested. "I want you inside me," he demanded, his blue eyes twinkling in the dark.

The stud wanted to answer. He tried to say something. Anything. But he couldn't. It was too beautiful a moment to ruin with careless, meaningless words that meant nothing in the face of such a stunning declaration. Niko choked, his eyes closing momentarily. He let his head fall on Oliver's chest and pulled his knees up, hauling their bodies across the bed. He grabbed the blonde's legs and threw them gently over his shoulders, allowing the boy's hole to become exposed. Like a pro, Niko pulled back his pelvis and aimed the tip of his cock at Oliver's sphincter.

There was a brief moment when time ceased, and Oliver's eyes ran down Niko's body. The stud stood, body hovering like a plank over him, every muscle in his body flexing. And then, the boy felt it.

"Ouch!...fuck..." Oliver blurted out, his eyes flaring. But as quickly as panic descended over him, Niko's sweet, appeasing, gentle, and loving voice came down with it, disembarking over the boy like a warm blanket.

"Look at me," the hunk directed. "Look at my eyes. I won't hurt you," he added. "I would never hurt you," Niko affirmed. "I..." he stammered, letting his pelvis drop down slowly, feeling Oliver's walls spread as he entered him. It took all his strength to keep his profound pleasure from forcing his eyes to close. But he kept his promise, and so, inch by inch, as he held his body drifting over Oliver's crack, Niko seized the boy's virginity.

In Oliver's eyes, he could witness the beauty of that threshold all young men must walk through. And he could recall just how incredibly transforming it could feel. A sense of gratefulness took over him. That he would be the one to hold Oliver's hand through it.

"Niko..." the boy whimpered as the last two inches of the stud's shaft finally pushed through. Niko's body fell over the blonde, cock twitching as it stretched the boy's walls thin. Oliver could feel the massive dick pulsating inside him, a severe yet strangely pleasurable pain that originated inside his taint and spread down his legs. He encircled his arms around Niko's back, feeling the hunk's every muscle, and nestled his face over his shoulder, biting on it.

And that's when he felt Niko's body finally relax into him, his hips beginning to move ever so slowly and gently. He was barely pulling out, his micro motions prodding his cock deeper, teasing his prostate. And slowly, the hunk began to awaken the boy's pleasure and unleash that divine pain every man pursues. That unique spot only the brave dare to explore and whose pleasure only the lucky ones get to experience.

"Niko...it hurts..." Oliver whimpered, his voice boiling with eros. "So fucking good..." he moaned.

Niko's face was squashed inside Oliver's neck, his lips sucking on the blonde's skin, but he was hearing and feeling his lover's every emotion and thought. And in seconds, his hips began to move faster. Deliberate and systematic shifts, both in speed and energy. His ass rose slightly, then clenched, pressing his cock deeper inside the blonde, whose eyes now rolled to the back of his head, overtaken by the most blissful sensation. And Niko was holding him, the boy's pale body submerged under the hunk's towering cinnamon-toned figure. Every once in a while, Niko would use his knees to crawl up, pushing deeper inside, making Oliver unleash the most endearing gasps, using the opportunity to increase the intensity of his jabs. Soon, he was comfortably bouncing his hips into the boy's crevice, enamored by his lustful, obedient moans and whimpers.

He decided to change things up, offering the boy the taste of another angle. He pulled up, rolled Oliver's right leg around, pinning both together, and dropped back down, his cock still pressed inside the blonde's hole. He let his body sink into the bed, spooning Oliver and pushing his pelvis into him, his cock hitting the boy's prostate again. Another gasp broke from the beauty's mouth. This time, it sounded different, more feminine, unbound by reason.

"Oh my God..." Oliver whimpered as he felt the tip of the hunk's massive dick brush his sweet spot. "Just like that..." he whispered, trying desperately to steer Niko.

But the hunk lacked the need for any direction. He now had complete control over every inch of Oliver's body, as if he had suddenly cracked the blonde's code, his body now Niko's private treasure map. One only he was able to decode.

"You like that, Ble Mou Poulí...?" the stud groaned. "You like the..." he stammered as his hips moved faster. "...feeling of my cock..." the hunk labored, his balls slapping against Oliver's crack. "...inside you?" he teased.

"Fuck yes," Oliver promptly replied, words filled with certitude.

"Who does your hole belong to...?" Niko questioned, his thrusts now deep, meaningful, layered with desire and unbridled eros. "Tell me," he demanded, taking his hand up and grabbing Oliver's chin, forcing the boy's neck back, their mouths skimming.

"You, Niko...you," he professed.

There they were, the words Niko had asked for, and Oliver now offered willingly. Every thrust of the hunk's hips as he punched his meat into Oliver's tight hole marked the boy's body as his, and every muffled wail firing from the blonde's mouth ingrained it into stone.

"Good boy," the stud snorted.

Feeling the boy's hands skate down his leg and land over his fuzzy ass, the hunk pulled up again, flaring the boy's legs open, attempting to keep his bloated cock from slipping out. He then plunged back into Oliver's arms and slid his hands under the boy's ass, holding the soft peach in position before ramming it. And by then, little could stop what was about to happen.

A layer covered Niko's eyes, and he began to hammer his cock into the boy's hole, fucking him with unbridled passion. He could feel the blonde's body adjusting to this new energy, his breathing changing under him, his softness being cut short by the hunk's sharp thrusts. And soon, the clapping sound of Niko's hips smashing against Oliver's ass cheeks played like an outlandish symphony.

"Fuck...Nik...." Oliver tried to convey, his words being completely crushed, his body overpowered by the hunk's cock drilling into him.

"You're so tight...and so warm," Niko grunted as he continued to drill into the boy, feeling his hole spread and expand with every thrust. He had to block all his thoughts to keep himself from coming, his orgasm being teased by Oliver's wails. He wanted it to last, sensing how the boy's body craved more.

But what Niko didn't expect was the overwhelming emotion that would soon take hold of him. Oliver's hands let go of the stud's ass and crawled up his back, taking hold of his hair. He pulled Niko's head up and forced the stud to look at him. And there, for the first time in his life, as his cock twitched inside Oliver, that pure, fearless boy who had, for whatever reason, chosen him, Niko finally felt part of something special. Something meaningful. His world was suddenly bright and luminous; the gray layer his spirit had been submerged in his whole life was gone.

"Niko, I love you," Oliver proclaimed, his head bouncing under the stud as he continued to pound him.

"Don't...I'll shoot if you..." the stud begged, overwhelmed by how Oliver looked at him. He felt disarmed, stripped of his own willpower. But the more his eyes plummeted inside the boy's turquoise pool, the deeper he felt his soul sink. "Oliver, I can't hold it," she stud warned.

And that's when Oliver nestled his lips into Niko's and whispered.

"Come inside me."

Niko's eyes rolled back, and he felt a searing fire burst in his groin, his cock twitching a couple of times before he felt the first strings of thick cum spew inside Oliver's hospitable hole.

"Oh shit...holy fuck!" the hunk hollered, his voice euphoric as he let his forehead fall over Oliver's smooth chest. Their bodies were still bobbing together as Niko continued to thrust his hips.

Oliver seemed entirely quashed. His eyes closed in rapture as he reveled in the feeling of Niko's cum firing inside him. But what he didn't expect, driven by how his cock inadvertently skimmed Niko's belly, was the intense ripple that began to unwind in his abdomen. Seconds later, as his hole was still being filled with the hunk's thick juice, Oliver felt his belly being drenched in a warm liquid. Niko's eyes flared, mouth slightly open before their lips lunged at each other, their tongues swirling into a lustful dance. And as they moaned into each other's mouths, and Niko seeded Oliver's insides, the boy felt the blissfulness of his orgasm being released between their already sweat-coated, glued bellies.

Minutes elated before their exhausted bodies fell over each other, and Oliver's hole finally queefed, releasing a sharp gust of air followed by the glorious sound of Niko's cum oozing out of him as his cock slid out unceremoniously. Niko eventually lifted his head, his inebriated eyes gazing at Oliver, whose hands covered his face.

"What's wrong?" the stud questioned.

"Did I just fart?" Oliver mumbled, mortified. "I'm so embarrassed..." the blonde whispered, rolling his body to the side. Niko's laughter followed him, the hunk's glowing chuckles emerging.

"Nah, that's just your pretty hole, saying how happy he is!" Niko teased, falling over Oliver, whose caged giggles pushed from under him. The hunk dropped his chin over the boy's sweaty shoulder, his emerald jewels blinking.

"What?" Oliver questioned, peeking from under his fingers. Niko's mouth opened gently, but he paused again, struggling to utter the words.

"Nothing," the hunk stammered.

"Don't do that," Oliver stated, frowning. He rolled over, squeezing his body into Niko's, their noses brushing. "You just shot your load inside my ass. I think I'm entitled to know what's on your mind," the boy bargained, his perceptive, dexterous temperament pushing through.

Niko's eyes twinkled, his expression somber. But then, a smile emerged, bringing the truth he had so desperately buried.

"I'm...falling in love with you, Oliver," the stud finally confessed, his chest exhaling deeply.

Oliver's gaze lingered on Niko's mouth as he spoke before he lunged forward, passionately kissing him. The kiss was slow, intense, and purposely dawdling as they melted into each other. By the time they pulled away, Oliver and Niko's soft cocks were hard again. The stud glanced down.

"Damn, Oliver," he teased, unleashing the blonde beauty's smile.

"Niko..." the boy's sensual voice whispered, his lips teasing the hunk's mouth.

"Yeah?" Niko groaned, closing his eyes as his hands climbed around Oliver's body, caressing his back.

"Can we...do that again?" the blonde questioned. Niko raised his right hand and skimmed his fingers over Oliver's eyes.

"Ble Mou Poulí..." the stud whispered, kissing the boy passionately.

That night, Niko fucked Oliver three more times. And by the end, dawn had arrived, and they had fallen asleep naked inside each other's arms, their bodies completely attuned.

That morning, around 9 am, Niko woke to the sound of something blunt hitting the small window of his room. His head came up, eyes squinting, assaulted by the bright light piercing the drapes. He looked to the side and smiled. It hadn't been a dream. Oliver was there with him, in his room. He was sleeping peacefully by his side. He leaned gently into the boy and kissed him. Oliver moaned and rolled belly down, sticking his beautiful, exhausted peach up, exposing his deliciously smooth crack. Niko rolled off the bed, scratching his eyes, and wandered to the window. He peeked down to find Amal throwing small pebbles at his window. The stud balled his eyes and gently opened it, trying not to wake Oliver.

"What the fuck do you want?" Niko whispered, looking around the street, already buzzing with life.

"Eínai Sávvato. Eínai potá sto beach bar iméra..." Amal replied, sounding confused as if Niko's question was out of character for him. The hunk stared inside, gazing at Oliver's perfect body spread over his bed, and smiled.

"Not today. I'm busy," he stated.

"I know you 24 years. You never busy," Amal mocked before pausing, her eyes flashing as a grin took hold of her mouth. "He there??" she questioned enthusiastically.

"Shhh. Be quiet," Niko scolded, looking back at Oliver, who moaned, his eyes unfurling slowly.

"I not believe," Amal yelled, giggling.

"Jesus Christ," Niko muttered, slightly peeved that Amal had woken Oliver from his captivating slumber.

"Who's that?" Oliver mumbled, his voice husky and barely perceptible.

"Hey, Americano!" Amal called. Niko looked at her, squinting with frustration. After about twenty seconds, Oliver's head slowly popped from inside the room.

"Morning, Amal," Oliver greeted, hair disheveled, his blue eyes barely open.

"Ai, ai, ai, you two not sleep. Gouroúnia! You fuck all night!" she blurted out.

"Jesus, Amal. Shut the fuck up!" Niko scolded. Beside him, Oliver giggled. Niko pushed Oliver inside, lingering there, thinking. "I need to borrow your Dad's boat," he said.

"Giatí?" Amal pressed.

"None of your business," Niko replied, slightly peeved by his friend's query.

"If you want help, I need know," she insisted, clearly enjoying having the upper hand on Niko for a change. The stud paused, his eyes scanning the inside of the room. Seconds later, Amal heard the bathroom's shower running. The stud turned to her, his eyes more alive than she had ever seen them.

"Thélo na páo ton Óliver sti Sými," he whispered.

Amal's expression instantly changed, and her eyes glistened with emotion.

"Niko..." she muttered.

Suddenly, from inside the bathroom, Oliver's endearing, melodic, spirited, exultant voice piped.

"Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore

"Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more."

"I talk to father," Amal uttered, prompting a smile from Niko that clearly reflected a deep connection and mutual fondness between the two friends. She waved and started walking down the street.

"Thanks," Niko replied, smiling. He lingered there, watching her stroll away before finally stretching his neck out the window. "Hey!" he called, stopping Amal, who slowly turned. "You want some breakfast?...Giagiá made some koulouri." Niko asked. Amal's face immediately lit up, and she sprinted back to the shop's door. Niko slid back inside the room and closed the window. He sat on the small stool near his desk, his emerald eyes seemingly lost in thought. Oliver kept singing, his voice bellowing joyfully.

"Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought, Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, la-di-dum
Oh, I haven't got one
Oh, oh"

Twenty minutes later, Oliver was coming down the narrow steps to the store when Niko's voice called from inside a door facing the back of the house. Oliver's eyebrows lifted in surprise. He hadn't even noticed that entire section of the tiny house when they came in the night before. He stepped forward and gently pushed the door open. Niko and Amal sat at a small breakfast table in the tiniest kitchen Oliver had ever seen. And, pacing around between the stove and the table, was an older woman, probably in her late eighties, with a particularly familiar face. It took a while for the blonde to remember he had seen the woman before, on that first night he visited the shop.

"Morning..." Oliver stuttered, all eyes suddenly on him.

"Americano!" Amal joked, her arms raised in the air in greeting.

"Hey, beautiful," Niko whispered, their eyes suddenly meeting. Oliver's whole body immediately softened as they did, his smile emerging. Niko's gaze was becoming his most cherished place, a pool of tranquility where he joyously bathed.

"This is Giagiá. My grandmother," the stud introduced. Oliver immediately glanced at himself, thinking he should have worn a less sheer shirt. "Giagiá, ftós eínai o Óliver, thymásai?" the hunk said, addressing the older woman. She glanced up, eyes scanning every inch of Oliver's body like an X-ray machine.

"Tóso ómorfo. Allá tóso adýnati. Éla na kátseis, na pieís mia toúrta, paidí mou!" she stated, causing both Niko and Amal to burst out laughing. Oliver swallowed dry, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"She said you're pretty," Niko explained, his laughter suddenly melting into pure adoration. "I agree..." he whispered before rising from his chair, walking over to Oliver, and kissing him. Oliver's eyes flared as Niko's tongue slowly grazed his tense red lips.

"Niko..." the boy whispered, mortified.

"Relax. She doesn't care," the stud appeased. And as he went around Oliver, the blonde's eyes fell on the older woman, who smiled at him. Oliver couldn't believe it. "She also said you're too skinny and should eat some of her cake," Niko added, leading the blonde over to the table and pushing him down on the chair next to his.

"Try Giagiá koulouri, Ollie. Best in the world," Amal suggested, her eyes wadding in delight.

"Does she remember me?" Oliver questioned, trying to glance at Niko's grandmother without her noticing.

"She does," Niko replied.

"Niko not stop talk about you. Even if we want, nobody can forget Americano," Amal mocked as she stuffed an entire slice of bread into her mouth.

"Shut up, Amal," Niko uttered, not even addressing her. Since Oliver came inside the kitchen, the stud's attention was locked on the boy. He leaned in, his breath ushering Oliver's mouth to draw closer. "I was thinking..." the hunk whispered.

"What...?" Oliver whispered back. Their connection was unmanageable at this point, their adoration for each other's presence uncontrollable.

"That I'd take you out on a little boat trip. I want to show you something," Niko suggested.

"What is it?" Oliver questioned, his eyes flickering as his mouth pushed closer to Niko's.

"It's a surprise," Niko teased, forcing Oliver's lips to stretch. The boy was beaming from the inside out.

Oliver didn't think it would be possible. But, with the happiness he felt at that moment, sitting at that humble table eating the tastiest slice of cake of his life, the boy rejoiced. Could life be like this for him? Free from strangling responsibilities and social pressures. Would a life with Niko feel this good? Because if it did, the boy thought, it would undoubtedly be something worth fighting for.

"Ai, ai, ai...you want room, you go upstairs," Amal jested, inadvertently cutting Oliver and Niko's salacious beat. They pulled away, their eyes still tracking each other.

Suddenly, Niko glanced at his watch, bouncing off his chair.

"Come on! We need to get to the dock," the stud informed. Oliver promptly followed, with Amal trying to grab as much cake as possible. "Efcharistó, Giagiá, tha epistrépsoume ávrio!" Niko announced, kissing his grandmother's wrinkled cheek tenderly.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," Oliver stated in a rush as Niko pulled his arm, dragging him out the door.

"Aftó eínai xechoristó..." Giagiá whispered, glancing at Amal, who nodded, grinning.

About an hour later, Niko parked his scooter near a small wharf with a wooden pier, where a line of tiny motorboats floated, hovering over the water in a perfectly coordinated dance.

"Kaliméra!" Niko shouted as he dismounted. Near the boats, a man stood up, waving.

"Are we going on one of those?" Oliver questioned. Niko looked back at him and chuckled, catching his lover's panicked look.

"It's not a yacht, but it'll get us where we need to go," Niko replied teasingly. "C'mon," he called, grabbing his backpack and walking down the steps to the pier.

Oliver followed. He had borrowed one of Niko's bags since the stud insisted they take a change of clothes and some personal hygiene products, which the blonde found particularly odd. He cautiously chased Niko, frowning the entire way.

"O kairós allázei, prépei na viastoúme," the man sitting inside one of the boats informed Niko. The hunk halted, his hands holding the straps on his backpack. He gazed at the ocean line before finally turning to face Oliver.

"Let's go, beautiful," he uttered, hopping inside the tiny boat and stretching his hand, signaling Oliver to jump in. They sat, facing each other before the man finally turned the engine and drove the boat slowly off the dock, sailing towards these giant cliffs that hung tall, roughly 1.80 miles north of the beach where the boat was docked.

It must have taken them another twenty minutes to sail all the way around the massive rock formation. Once they did, the sun broke from under the clouds, disclosing the most beautiful, secluded beach Oliver had ever seen. A crystal clear, blue pool of salt water sprinkled over by the whitest mantle of sand, glimmering as the sun touched it. Beyond it, further inside the island, was a massive crown of green trees as large as the rocks they had just cornered. Oliver's chin dropped in awe as the boat sailed towards it.

He was so overwhelmed by the majestic scenery he failed to notice when the motorboat gradually began to slow down 120 yards from the shore. The man cautiously steered it closer to the coast. Niko stood up and tossed his backpack across the air, landing it on the sand. He swayed his neck, signaling Oliver to do the same. The blonde yanked the bag off his back and threw it over the water, landing it next to Niko's.

"Tin ídia óra ávrio?" Niko questioned. The boatman glanced up and nodded. Niko turned to Oliver, winked, and jumped in, his legs sinking into the water. Oliver's reluctant eyes lingered on the stud before he finally took a deep breath and joined him.

They began walking up to the shore when Oliver heard the boat motor roar behind him. He looked back, eyes flaring in panic.

"Niko...he's...he's leaving," the blonde muttered, visibly confused.

"He'll be back," Niko casually replied, seemingly amused by the boy's cluelessness.

"When?" Oliver insisted, chasing Niko through the water toward the shore.

"Tomorrow," the stud brushed off, emerging from under the water's surface. He looked back to find Oliver, legs still submerged, his blue stone-cold eyes gazing at him. Niko chuckled. "Do you want to know why I brought you here or not?" the hunk dared, prompting Oliver to smile and nod slowly.

Niko pulled his shirt off and threw his backpack on his back, lacing the shirt around one of its straps. He called Oliver, and they started trekking up the sand and into the large dome of trees. Soon, they were covered by a massive grove, shrouded by exotic bird sounds. Oliver could hear a pale noise in the distance, a muffled sound of water falling over a hard surface. His turquoise eyes wandered around, mystified by the raw and untamed beauty surrounding them. After about fifteen minutes of walking through dense vegetation and climbing over tree roots the size of small vehicles, Niko finally spoke.

"We're here," he said, looking back. He had the most radiant smile on his face. One that soon took hold of Oliver's face as well.

Before them stood an exquisite oasis. At least one acre of vibrant, fearless foliage fed the most luscious lake, whose crystal clear surface stood rigid, reflecting everything around. The tree roots dove deep inside the water, providing a flawless symbiosis—a forest within a forest. And from the cracks of the tree branches, the sun slipped through, eager to bring the spot's magnificence to even greater levels.

"Wow..." Oliver reacted, clearly unable to express the beauty of what he was being shown.

"I know, right?" Niko responded, his expression beaming. "But that's not why I brought you here," the stud clarified, eyes scouring the highest stems. Suddenly, he halted, his gaze locked on something. "There you are..." he whispered.

Oliver followed Niko, his head slanting back, staring at the verdant crown's summit. But he couldn't see anything, so he slowly crawled over. After reaching Niko, legs blundering, the stud's hand grabbed his chin, guiding his eyes up.

As the boy's gaze locked on one of the higher branches, he saw it. A single bird rested casually over one of the thickest stalks, his chest, and neck stretched proudly out. The bird's beauty and ethereal quality immediately pushed Oliver into a trance. And as his eyes melted and his lips pulled into the most peaceful smile, he heard Niko's voice whispering beside him.

"They call them Eurasian Blue Birds," the stud revealed, his words seeping with fascination.

"Are they rare?" Oliver questioned, trying desperately to keep his low voice from succumbing to excitement.

"Very rare. You're lucky if you see them more than once in a lifetime," Niko disclosed.

"They're so beautiful," Oliver conveyed, perplexed by how the bird seemed at ease with their company. He stood pristine, enjoying the slick rays of sunshine that brushed over his lush plumage.

"Yes. Yes, they are. They have very distinct blue and gold feathers, see?" Niko resumed, his green eyes slowly shifting, attentive to Oliver's awed expression.

"Why are you showing me this?" the boy asked, words lagging, his jaw lowered as he kept his eyes on the bird, fascinated. There was a brief silence before Niko finally replied.

"Because they remind me of you," the stud confessed.

Oliver's heart skipped a beat, his chest expanding suddenly. He could now feel his lover's gaze waiting for him to assemble into it. And at that moment, Oliver knew that nothing would ever feel the same again once he did.

"You mean..." he whispered, turning his head and diving inside Niko's green ocean.

"You wanted to know...well, now you know," Niko said. "Ble Mou Poulí...it means...My Blue Bird," he finally revealed, eyes glinting.

"Niko..." Oliver stuttered, his heart dancing between pure joy and profound gratitude. It was the most beautiful gift he had ever received. To know that Niko worshiped him that much.

"I love you, Oliver," the stud finally admitted.

Without missing a beat, Oliver leaned into Niko and kissed him, the most ardent kiss they had shared. And on that island that, much like their love, was lost to the world, a place entirely their own, they finally found each other—not who they were until now, but who they had become in that moment—their authentic selves now reflected in each other's eyes.

They made love right there, their bodies surrendering to the unequivocal nature of the passion they felt for each other. Whatever invisible force that had brought them together, Niko and Oliver felt it there that day. And every thrust, every touch, every moan, every sob, and wail of pleasure just made it grow more potent, more significant, more radiant.

Nothing could hold them back, they thought...

And they feared nothing, for they had each other.

(To be continued...)