My Heart Goes Out To You

I suspect everyone finds this story a tad bit intriguing since this is, after all, a yaoi story? Who said one could not be creative? And for dear life, let us put the Y chromosome to good use… for there shall not be such anguish in your lives and in your godly lives. Enjoy the next chapter my readers and do not fret for there shall be slivers of justice sprinkled between…I hope.

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Chapter II: Precious Pain prior of heart

How amusing it can be…pain. So full of ill-humor and regret, he feels. Yet it can be so desired, can it not? Why is he so willing? So compliant? Does he not have a heart of his own to ache for a decent companion, or is it that he favors not to?
If only his pliable eyes would relieve themselves from their master’s complied prison… if only for the reminisce of this dark stranger to be forgotten, erased. Still, the desire will linger, darling…
Precious Pain prior of heart
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Mere words were of nothing but diminished oblivion as he sat back. All Tory could think about was the meeting of cobalt against his worn skin.
Tory. The name itself arose malevolence. True petulance indeed, as he worked himself to distance at inches. The stranger stood beaming above him; his coffee only paling to his real temperature despite if it were lukewarm or scalding.
“Tory, is it?” His voice came out brawny and masculine, more than Tory could say for himself. Sensuality drizzled itself onto him in waves sending him into a benumb bliss…only all to welcoming as his cocoa was lukewarm.
“Yeah,” he answered measly—he’d answer to anything for this lovely stranger, what woman, what man wouldn’t? Only to be answered in another one of his questions. “How did you know?”
A crisp hand made its way brushing back a midnight strand back. Maxwell could only help but smile, the boy was truly clueless. Alluringly, he leaned forward and chuckled. “You’re friend was all too happy to tell me.”
I can see why… Tory inwardly cursed himself for his lecherous thoughts. Why was he thinking so… improperly? Especially about a man even? It just wasn’t right, he told himself as he cooled down. But denial proved all too futile as the stranger smiled again.
“What’s wrong?” Maxwell inquired boldly. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I’m sorry,” Tory atoned, “is this some kind of joke? I don’t think it’s really, you know, funny.”
“Joke?” he asked innocently. “Why would I be so cruel?”
“I hate to be the cruel one but I-I…I’m not into…guys…” Tory stammered. There was nothing more he hated than awkwardness especially in this situation with such a dangerously attractive guy.
“What?” Maxwell knew this would be difficult, but honestly making someone homosexual under the circumstances…this would be quite fun after all.
“I said…listen, please take your book and leave me alone…I’m not really entertaining and you can always refund…and I really don’t—” he was cut off.
“Don’t deny it,” Maxwell interjected, “I saw the way you looked at me just now, and the way you still are.”
Pink heatedly pinched his cheeks and he opened his mouth to protest but could not. How could one lie to someone so…demandingly attractive? Instead, he decided to play along with the conversation and smiled.
“You’re right,” he corrected. “I am in denial, but I’m really not looking for a relationship…I mean, you’re very attractive, but…”
Tory’s endless explanation led nothing but a path through Maxwell’s ears; he would certainly enjoy the toll in which this was taking. It was too clear to see he was simply faking and wanted him to leave…but either way, he would get the pleasure of hearing this cute boy scream his name.
“…and so, maybe you misunderstood my, err…looks. I was just admiring you, I’m sure you see a lot of men and women do that, right? Well, I’m sorry to say that—” cut off again.
“Admiring me?” he interrupted. “What’s there to admire?”
“W-What’s to admire? I-I guess, err, your l-looks and your, l-like, smile…” he stammered. He sounded so pathetically pitiful in his act, he was all the while convincing him that he felt the exact opposite.
“What about my looks?” Maxwell asked again leaning forward. Sooner or later, the boy would hear the entire purpose of this and find himself trapped.
“W-What about? I-I think y-your hair and y-your… why are you asking me this?”
Nice, he thought coolly, he’d get it soon. “I’m just curious about what I have to offer, it’s not everyday someone tells me I’m attractive.”
“R-Really? Well, I like the way you…talk and—” Tory was unable to finish his sentence as he was able to realize the stupidity in even carrying on this long.
“You like the way I talk? So you like my mouth?” He asked leaning closer.
“I’m…I think you misunderstood…I was trying to be polite.”
“So you don’t think I’m attractive? And I’m supposed to be cruel…”
“No! I just…I’m late for something, so I really should…” he trailed off. “I’m sorry.” He stood up and began to walk away leaving the stranger appalled; he was just leaving!
“Wait,” Maxwell said halted as he stood as well. Indifferently, he handed the slick book to him, telling all he need in his gaze.
“I want you to have this,” he whispered drearily. “I hope you like it.”
“I can’t take—” His inept decline was silenced by the stranger’s touch. Tory had yet to experience the hand of Maxwell, letting the smooth flesh caress his cheek.
“I want you to,” was his hush as he cupped his cheek. All it took was one heated gaze to stop his refusal and indeed he had leaving the boy only disappointed as he slid his hand away.
“Tell me what you think of it,” he said. “Maybe then, I’ll let you return it.”
“I…” Tory was beyond words as he held the book gingerly. Out of all the men in the world, why did he have to be the one this guy was talking to? Out of all the men in the world…
“My name’s Maxwell,” he introduced, “Please don’t take too long.”
With that final taunt of words, he left him standing at their table not casting another glance as he headed out of the shop. Tory was awestruck as he watched the stranger stalk off…what he’d give to just…
“Tory?” The inquiring voice jolted him from his reverie only to be met with the concerned eyes of his manager. “Yes, sir?”
“Didn’t you get off 15 minutes ago? What, do you like reading books or something?” the boss humored.
Tory, finding nothing funny, still smiled to the obvious joke. “I’ll get going,” he grinned.
“Good,” the old man teased, “Wouldn’t want you late because you got too preoccupied with reading books.”
“Yeah, late…” Tory smiled nervously knowing full-well the consequences. Only 5 minutes ago, he should of left 5 minutes ago at least… He smiled looking back to where the stranger had just been only minutes ago. What he’d give just to be with that guy right then…

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“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…” Words continued to fly out of Maxwell’s mouth as he fought with himself. That boy was probably too hung up on him, the look on his face was anything but priceless. How lovely it would be to have him there now.
Just then, as if by prayer, his thoughts were heard as his phone rang on cue. He did not need caller ID to tell him it was Tory calling him then. The boy was simply too obvious…cute as quality, though.
“Hello?” he purred into the receiver.
“M-Maxwell? Is that your name? It’s me…Tory, the guy that you—”
“How could I forget? You’ve been on my mind, how’s that book you’ve been reading?”
“F-fine, great actually, I thought it was…great.”
“Jack the Ripper excites you, does it?” He was playing as if it were important to leave the boy wanting more…eventually he would want enough to satisfy the both of them.
“I guess… Listen, I was wondering when I could return it?”
“Keep it, I’m not interested, it was a gift for someone special. I’d like you to hold onto it.”
“Maxwell, I really think you should stop…”
“I really think I want to see you again,” he dropped smoothly.
“Maxwell… you’re not thinking, but you’re really smart and…I don’t…”
“Please, I think I deserve a chance, what did you plan to compensate for such a good read? A broken heart?”
Maxwell could hear him gulp on the other end and decided it was of guilt and tardiness. Little did he know it was of pain…
“Alright,” he finalized, “A date…tomorrow, I’ll meet you at the book shop, okay?”
“My treat.” From lover to lover, he could always feel them smile or lighten up on the other end regardless of how broken they were, but Tory’s tone sounded different… The boy was clearly cursing whatever irony that awaited and remained polite.
“Alright, then…” was his reply. “I’ve got to get going, so tomorrow then?”
“Tomorrow,” Maxwell finished feeling slightly flustered. What was it that sounded so…doubtful? He remembered the boy being so brightly cute and now, it was as if he was simply acting. Did he dislike the thoughts of them that much?
As if psychic, Tory’s uplifting voice sounded again. “I’ll see you then,” he solaced. With that, he hung up leaving a stunned Maxwell on the other end.
He would seduce him, no matter how long it took, was his silent swear. It could very well take a lifetime, he’d experience that boy’s bliss. If only he knew how blissful it was…