Unfaithful
Unfaithful
©GardenOfBlack
Found some errors and whatnot, repost. Prologue
I look at Johnny watching the trees sway in the cold winter wind on the moonless night. He sits alone, his back against a maple tree and he wears nothing more than a pair of trousers, a long pea coat, and a scarf. He brought his knees to his chest, his sorrow evident from the slight glimmer of tears, cheeks were weather abused, red, and dry, against his frost colored skin. He hugs the black wool closer to his skin in hopes of more warmth. He knows he can’t remain there, he has to come back. I know he can see the lights on in the study from where he’s sitting. I remain in my chair, watching, as I light my cigarette.
I know I got carried away this time, there was too much blood. I turn on the heated blanket that lies on my gray leather couch, careful of my ashes, before moving the pillows to a more comfortable position. I walk to the window, his image barely visible with the snow and sleet. I can see snow forming on his black hair, freezing it in its normal style. His hair has always been one of those things to lure me in. Ever since he was a boy, he’s had a dark look to him, almost evil. In all reality his was naïve, scared, and one look from those soft blue eyes you’d be doing anything to make him happy. He still has that innocent appeal to him.
I break away from the window to turn on the coffee in my office, flicking my ashes again. I always make two cups after using the previous so it’s always ready. I open the olive wood door, twist the gold handle just so, my home is aging after all, and go start the coffee. I look out the window and smirk, I knew he’d come in. I hear his soft footsteps as he makes his way down the hall, it’s frightening that he’s always soundless when he first enters a house and then walks almost without a noise. It took quite some time to get used to when his family started living in my guest house. I can’t remember the amount of times he snuck into my bed and I awoke with him in it, not that I’m complaining.
I think I’d have to say Johnny’s infatuation started when he turned 13. He used to follow me around everywhere, sometimes I wasn’t even aware. I knew he was too young for me at the time, so like a gentleman I stayed away from the beautiful boy. His eyes have always been so bright, almost overwhelming. The first time his mother, Julia, introduced him to me I was in love. His eyes are that deep rich blue, much like a fine sapphire. If he hides his emotion, which he can do very well at times, they appear so cold and empty that you wonder if a soul exists in there. It’s when he’s passionate that there the most breathtaking, they shine and turn to a deep teal, with silver burst from the pupil, truly amazing.
I’ve run away with my words yet again; let me continue where I was. It wasn’t until he turned 15 that he started to flirt with me. His "coming out "left him broken and in need of emotional attention. His father disappeared the morning after his confession and Johnny spent most of his nights curled up on the couch in my bedroom.
“What were you watching?” Johnny said before looking at my crotch with a raised eyebrow. He moved closer to me so I could feel the warmth of his body, but not his touch.
“Something I’m sure you’d enjoy, my love.” I gave him a wink and he moved his hand to run up and down my thigh, getting ever closer to my growing erection. He looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his and I took a moment to examine the black makeup painted around them. The small cat tails at the end of his eyes make him too erotic, too sexy and I don’t know how I’m going to control my urges. I find my hands moving in spite of myself to the long bangs almost covering his left eye; he should never hide those orbs. He had cut his hair, it was layered, and choppy, his long bangs moved to wrap under his chin. My hand moved to the back layers, the soft under feathers. I noticed him lean into my touch, reminding me very much of a feline. I could feel myself inching closer to the youth in front of me and I couldn't help feeling guilty for my feelings. He was a minor, being only 15, and I was so much older than he was at the age of 28. He was just too beautiful I could not stop wanting him.
Johnny was sitting next to me, very close, his hand still moving up and down my thigh, teasing me. I couldn’t stop myself, I kissed him passionately. My lips moved along his with a hunger I had never known. He tasted of vanilla and his lips were the softest I'd ever kissed. I was addicted with one taste but I broke away. He was just too young, I wouldn't touch him.
“Johnny you need to leave.” I said before standing from my seat and putting my hands over my eyes. I’d never been this aroused in my life; I knew if he stayed, I would have taken him. I started to pace once I realized he was not moving, but instead removing his coat and shirt.
“Johnny, don’t.” I said though my voice sounded abandoned and hopeful. He laid back against the couch, the black leather making his skin appear that much more like the moon. I moved to the front of the couch and watched him remove the rest of his clothes, he was blushing then. He looked up at me with those eyes, so full of passion and innocence with a hint of fear.
“Make love to me Aiden.” He said in a broken voice and he makes himself comfortable before teasing himself for me. I bit my lip and left the room, which took all that I had. In moments I was in my study with the door locked, which was amazing considering I had to make it down two flights of stairs. My breathing was heavy and I desired nothing more than to go back to that room and fuck him senseless. I waited, though, like a good boy.
It wasn’t until he was 17 that he came back to my place again, having avoided me for years. I woke up from a deep sleep to the feel of something wet and tight wrapped around me. When I pulled the blankets back and was met with Johnny’s eyes, which at the time looked as if he was trying to say “Try to stop me”, and I just gave in. Deflowering that sexy man will always be on my top memories.
As blissful and breathtaking as that night truly was the morning was something I wished to avoid. I woke to his mother screaming, I suppose I would of too if I walked in on my son naked sleeping with another man, but luckily I have no children. I was so comfortable with the youth wrapped around me, but I had to get up to calm the frenzied mother. She had slammed the door shut so I had no worries of getting out of bed. I looked back at Johnny; he looked so scared at that moment, before getting dressed.
“Everything will be fine, my love. Just stay here, I’ll reason with her.” I said as I slipped on a pair of pajama bottom, nothing better than the feel of silk against your skin. I don’t even bother with a shirt, just throw on my velvet robe, and make my way back to Johnny. I kissed him softly on the lips, caressing his hair.
“I’ll be right back my love.” I kissed him again and he slipped his tongue out to brush my lips, such a tease. I left him and make way downstairs, I could hear her talking to herself though I was unable to make out what she’s saying. I leaned against the doorway to the kitchen and observe her. She was quite beautiful and I could tell Johnny took a lot of qualities from her. Her green turtle neck really brought out her violent red hair that day.
“Julia.” I said softly and see her jump before she turned around to face me. I smirked at her smugly before she stormed up to me, her hand contacted with my skin with a loud crack. I pushed her away from me and brought my hand up to my face to stroke the heated skin.
“You can be a real bitch you know that.” I spat at her before pushing past where she was standing to turn on the coffee.
“You stay the hell away from my son.” She warned I could feel her right near me, trying to intimidate me.
“I’ll try, but when he comes to me I’ll willingly allow him in.” I boasted, gathering my coffee mug. “Coffee, love?” I asked holding the cup up to her and sitting down at the breakfast table.
“What did you do to him, did you hurt him?” She said with her back to me to look out the window; I’d rather not look at her anyway.
“I gave him more pleasure than he’s ever known.” I bragged and opened up the paper that had been left out for me. “I had him screaming my name, begging me to take him.” I turned to look at her, she was shaking with rage. I put down my coffee, prepared for a fight. I wasn’t quite prepared for her coming at me with a knife, tip shoved against my throat almost to the point of cutting.
“I swear by my life that if you so much as look at him again I will kill you.” She says venomously before pushing more pressure on the blade cutting my skin slightly. “I’ve seen what’s in your basement Mr. Lamoure. My son will have no part in what you do, mark my words.” Her words were as cold as her eyes and if I wasn’t so cocky, I would have been scared.
“Agreed Mrs. Black, agreed.” Outright lying to her. No one will ever keep Johnny from me, he is mine now. She stepped away from me.
“We’ll be moving and I suggest you find us a place or I’ll be bringing you to court for sex with a minor.” She says and leaves the room. I knew at that moment I had to find a way to get rid of her. Let’s just say, within a week I had Johnny right where I needed him, with me, and that’s where I’ll keep him.