Frozen [Mychyl Kime] - 4. Chapter 4

We continued playing well into the early afternoon, pausing only to grab food now and then, and then, it was time for him to go home. I sighed inwardly, and reflexively called forth the icewall to keep thoughts of any happiness with him at bay, as he took off... though I noticed him glance over his shoulder more than once at me, and I couldn't bear to leave my front porch until he was out of sight.

With a heavy sigh and a heavier heart that not even the ice could completely chill, I went about my day, tidying up from our little unexpected sleepover, then sitting down in front of the Playstation and entertaining myself for the rest of the day. Nothing too flashy, I'll admit, but videogames have a way of taking one's mind off of reality. And I could use a good dose of escapism, with what my mind was putting me through right now.

Around 7 or so that evening, there was a knock at the door, and when I went to the door to answer it, I knew who it was before I even opened the door. And, unfortunately, I was right... Tyler had gotten permission to sleep over again, as long as he was home in time for church in the morning. Since I had no intentions of going, he'd be waking himself up, but he assured me he'd be OK, and would make it home in time.

We settled into the same routine again, both playing videogames until we were too tired to think, and kept taking turns falling asleep with the controllers still firmly in our hands, until finally I called it a night for both of us, and we decided on sleeping arrangements... I said we should do the same as last time, with him in my bed and me in my mom's room, but he said no, he'd sleep on the floor this time, and I could have my bed... and he wouldn't get all weirded out this time over me sleeping naked.

I stopped for only the slightest fraction of a second when he said that, but as tired as we both were, I don't think he noticed, although it was all I could do to keep from blurting something stupid out. Arrangements made, we headed into my room, and after he set his stuff down, he went to the bathroom with his toothbrush to get ready for bed, while I stripped down quickly and crawled under the blankets, making sure I was well-covered by the time he came back into the room.

When he did so, MY eyes almost bulged out, and I turned away quickly... when he was brushing his teeth, he obviously decided to strip too, as he stood just inside my bedroom door, completely nude, holding his clothes in a wad in one hand.

"Oh! I'm sorry," he said quickly when he saw me look away. "I just thought, since you sleep naked, you wouldn't mind..."

"No, it's OK," I quickly reassured him, looking back, but when I saw he was still standing there, fully exposed, I looked away again, not wanting him to see me staring openly at him. Not that I would've minded the opportunity. He was absolutely beautiful, after all. Perfect body, not that I knew where he got it, since he didn't seem to DO anything... his long blond hair cascaded down across his smooth tan shoulders, and I had to concentrate on NOT looking or thinking about his naked flesh, especially since I could still feel it pressed up against mine...

Finally, after what felt like hours, he laid out his sleeping bag, which he'd brought over with him, and crawled inside, and I finally felt like it was OK to look down at him, which I could see him perfectly from where I was. If only... if only I could afford to... I had to stop myself again. This was the worst torture I'd ever endured, suffering wanting his touch, his love, to feel him lying beside me, curled up against me like he was last night...

Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep, not even realizing I was starting to do so, until I felt him crawl up next to me. I stretched reflexively, and felt him froze, but to see what he would do, I reached back and wrapped my arm around him, and was rewarded when he crawled over me and curled up next to my chest, his head resting against me. I sighed quietly, feeling a strange peace come over me as we curled ourselves together, his flesh against mine.

"You... don't mind?" he asked softly, as though about to run away if I'd said anything against it. At a loss for words, I shook my head tenderly, planting a soft kiss on his head.

"I don't mind at all," I said, once the words came to me, and was rewarded with him snuggling closer to me, with a strange emotion playing over my every thought and nerve. Was it... love? Sure, I'd thought it before, but... now, in this moment, it seemed all too clear. It HAD to be love. There was no other word to describe this feeling, this sensation, setting fire to my veins and making me want to hold him like this forever. Impossible to describe, yet impossible to deny.

As he snuggled closer still, as though he was trying to climb into me, I felt his heartbeat slow, and his body seemed weary, as though he were just beginning to drift off to sleep, but a strange throbbing feeling came from my hip, and I realized that his dick was pressed right up against me, and it was the source of the throbbing. Stifling a giggle, I let myself drift off to sleep, holding the most beautiful boy in the world in my arms, and I knew that nothing could happen to ruin this... it was too perfect, too... there I was again, at a loss of words to describe exactly what this was. Love? I was completely ready to believe it.

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That night, for the first time since I could remember, I didn't have the ice-dream. Instead, I was standing on a warm field, surrounded by things I loved, and there in the center, holding me, his small frame pressed against mine, was Tyler, a sleepy sort of contented smile on his face, making him look all the more beautiful, almost magical. Everything around me, everywhere I looked, it all seemed... so perfect. Blissful. As though this was the one place on Earth I would ever find true peace and happiness... my personal Nirvana, one might say. I knew it was all a dream... but still, I never wanted to wake up, to return to the real world, where pain is part of life and anything that can go wrong will... I wanted to stay here, loving and beloved, and wait for the world to end, so we can be together forever...

~*~

I awoke from the dream slowly, my bladder demanding immediate release, and I untangled myself from Tyler's embrace, him stirring slowly as I got up and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I came back, he was half-awake, peering up at me from behind a cloud of his mussed hair.

"Where'd ya go?" he asked sleepily, the slightest hint of confusion in his drowsy eyes.

"Just the bathroom," I said softly, crawling back into bed and into his warm embrace, chancing a kiss on the lips. His sleepy lips parted immediately, and we shared a long, deep kiss, one filled with desire, both romantic and a bit lustful, and when we came up for air, we both looked at each other, neither of us saying anything, just staring deep into each others' eyes... then we resumed the kiss, this time more lust than anything, our hands starting first in a tight embrace, then each exploring the other's body, moving slowly over naked flesh, stopping occasionally to manually examine different parts, both making our way down to the eventual target.

When his hand wrapped around my dick, I sighed into his mouth and immediately skipped all pretense, copying him stroke for stroke, my free hand still rubbing up and down his back, my tongue exploring his mouth while his tongue caressed mine. For a few moments, we continued like that, until I, emboldened by everything so far, released the kiss and moved to his neck, placing light kisses all along his flesh, working slowly down to his chest, running my tongue lightly around his soft nipples, which quickly stood up. From there, I left a trail of soft kisses down, past his navel, and to my target, his dick.

Apprehensive at first, no matter how badly I wanted this, I licked the tip of his dick, tasting his precum and reveling in the feel of his soft skin under my tongue, loving the moan he let out when I did so and the sudden burst of speed in his hand. Pulling his hand away from my dick, for fear he'd make me cum before he got off, I slowly licked down the entire length of his shaft, then back up, making him buck wildly and moan loudly under the pleasurable torture.

Before I could stop to think about it, I grabbed his dick and tried to take the entire length into my mouth, gagging when the head hit the back of my throat and making me almost stop. But then, I slowed down, and took a little bit at a time of his dick, until I had a little more than half of it in my mouth, moving quickly up and down, my hand wrapped around the base to keep it steady as he thrashed wildly, moaning louder and louder...

Suddenly, after about five minutes, his breathing got ragged, and I felt his dick start to pulse under my hand, as he moaned out a warning, and I kept going, not wanting to miss anything about this first time... my first time with my lover. With a final loud moan, his body froze and his dick pulsed harder, as I felt the cum shooting into my mouth, the force of it hitting the back of my throat and making me gag again for a second, before it slowed down and soon died out, nearly filling my mouth with his cum.

I crawled back up to him, taking his limp body in my arms, and we cuddled again as we both passed back into unconsciousness... my lover and I wrapped around each other, a symbol of a love that would never end...