Eyes of the Storm

The Storm Inside...

~~~~~Begin Chapter2

After reassuring himself that Laviel’s mother had really gone to bed, Cyrus glanced quickly at his friend, recognizing the unmistakable hunger that stirred in the boy’s eyes. He smirked, and then the brunette quickly mounted him, pressing his knees firmly into the tanned sofa cushions. He kissed gently on his friend’s ear, lightly tracing the outer-shell with his tongue. His lips traveled lower, suckling on Laviel’s neck and collarbone, then feverishly crushed his lips onto the older-boys eager ones, rolling his hips he did so. Instinctively, Cyrus moaned resting his head against Laviel’s taught chest. He reached for the remote continually rolling his hips, and clicked the power off, cloaking him and his lover in shear darkness.

\"We don\'t need to do everything the first night you know,\" he whispered softly against his ear, a smile within his voice. A sudden flash of lightning broke the darkness, briefly illuminating the interesting scene of the two boys, before the silence was broken by a roll of thunder. \"Looks like the storm is still going to last a little while.\"

Cyrus’ hips slowed down to a gentle rotation. He wrapped his arms firmly around the other boys waist, hugging him firmly. He hooked a few auburn hairs around his ear and breathed a heavy-sigh of oppressed lust, and stared intently at Laviel with a disheartened expression. The brunette’s golden desert eyes traveled over his lover’s obscured facial features, and guessed that maybe he wasn’t too excited about beginning any kind of sexual contact so shortly after his mother had left the scene. He sighed once again,“…there’s always tonight…” unsure if the older-boy had heard him, but unwilling to find out, so he tucked his chin gently between a firm neck and collarbone drifting off to sleep. Still in a mounting position.

He moved his head down slightly, whispering lightly upon his ear, \"It\'s tonight.\" His arms wrapped around the boy, hanging somewhat loosely around his back, one resting closer to the lower back, as his fingers slowly started to trace over the outline of his spine, trailing along it softly, as a brief roll of thunder sounded, as well as the lightning yet again.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cyrus opened his eyes and faced his friend. Through half-lidded orbs he smiled, glancing out the window at the torrent that was forever pouring strong. The brunette then buried his head in Laviel’s chest, letting his bangs spill forth, over his dazed face. “How long have I been sleeping?” he asked, still gazing out of the window, watching the torrent rain down forcefully. “Is your mom asleep…maybe we should check on her?” He pondered that for a moment, and then quickly subdued the idea after realizing that the deed might make him stir from where he was so comfortably situated. “Nevermind….I’m sure she’ll be fine.” he said, kissing petal-soft lips.

For a moment he kissed him, before he pulled back, running his hand slowly along Cyrus\'s face. \"You\'ve hardly been asleep for a matter of minutes you know,\" he said with a smile. \"But don\'t worry about mom, we had both our rooms soundproofed last week,\" he then said, with another smile, \"no sound gets in, or out, except when the door is open, but she leaves hers closed.\" He smiled once more, before poking his friend softly in the sides, as he smirked. \"Just you and me,\" he then said.

Cyrus chuckled, leaning into the older boy’s caress, softly grinding his pelvis into the boy‘s lower belly. “You mean….I can make all the sounds I want, and she can’t hear me?” he teased. “I can even be as loud as the storm….and she won’t say a thing?” The brunette stole a swift kiss and swayed his hair over his left shoulder, exposing, his docile and vulnerable neck. “Not even if…I scream?” Cyrus whispered, bringing his friend’s lips in contact with the velvety flesh.

His tongue darted out, moving over the soft flesh, before he pulled it back into his mouth. \"You can make any noise you want to...\" he said with a sly smile, then planted a kiss upon his neck. His hands trailed down the boy\'s sides, and edges of is back, as he gave another soft smile, his fingers dancing over the clothing, before sliding behind his shirt, and rubbing slowly against the bare skin of his back beneath.

The brunette curved his neck to one side, exposing more of the concealed flesh. The pleasing heat, of Laviel’s tongue on his skin sent thrills whirling up his spine once again, making him cry out with an arising ecstasy. Cyrus dove down to steal another kiss, trying to probe his tongue into the other boy’s mouth, but failed and he grew increasingly aggravated, having to suppress his lust yet again. He straightened himself, allowing his hard member to bump into the older boy’s belly, and looked gloweringly into the dirty blonde’s entrancing violet-colored eyes. “Let me in….let me kiss you!”

He smirked some, his hands sliding further up the boy\'s back, moving the shirt with them, before he pulled it down his arms, and tossed it to the floor. His hands continued to trail over the flesh of his back, trailing over the soft skin, before he moved his head forward, planting a kiss upon his lips, before his mouth trailed down his neck, then chest, planting kisses along the exposed skin.

It was still completely dark when they had heard something moving from the upper floor, and come creeping along the wooden staircase. Cyrus would’ve been completely clothed if it hadn’t been for his discarded t-shirt, and he would’ve been completely aware of an oncoming figure if he hadn’t of been so preoccupied with Laviel’s tongue. The searing lightning broke the blinding darkness, as Cyrus viewed the image of two pink house-shoes, idly making there way to the ground-floor. The brunette protested to breaking the heated kiss, but was afraid of being discovered, so he followed through with the intrusion. “Laviel…does your mom sleepwalk?” he asked pointing in the direction of the progressing figure, still sitting on the boy.

He glanced toward the area Cyrus had pointed to, though saw nothing there. \"I think you\'re seeing things,\" he said as he perked a brow, before turning to look at his friend once more, an odd bit of a glance in his eyes. \"Is there something wrong?\" he then asked, his grip upon the skin of the boy suddenly tightening, pressing into his back. \"There isn\'t a problem is there?\"

Cyrus continued to watch the figure, as it trudged into the kitchen, passing the two boys obliviously. Another quick flash of lightning had stirred the surrounding darkness, and he saw that Mrs. Ceris had indeed been sleepwalking. Her body moved mechanically, opening the silver refrigerator door. Her eyes were closed wide-shut, and she was reaching in to locate a carton of milk. “Does she always do this?” he asked, continuing to stare at the night prowler, as she began to become more cognizant of her whereabouts. Cyrus looked hastily at Laviel, feeding the older-boy a hungry gaze. He leaned in to nibble at the soft tissue on his ear, and whispered in a few short words. “Laviel…I’d feel more…comfortable in…your room…your soundproof room, right about now…wouldn’t you agree?” The brunette raised an eyebrow as he dismounted the dirty-blonde boy, and extended a helping hand to guide him quickly up the wooden stairs. “Oh won’t you come with me?” he taunted.

He took the hand quickly, before pulling it with a sudden tug, yanking the body back down, before giving it a twist, which was most likely quite painful. \"Just shut up,\" he snapped, his eyes unnaturally angry, as he pulled his arm behind him, pressing it up into his back. He still didn\'t glance to the kitchen, to the woman within, but merely stared upon Cyrus, his eyes menacing, as he continued to twist, and bend.

Cyrus winced at the pain he felt searing in his arm, and he could tell that it was beginning to tinge into a reddish-color from all of the ache that was concentrating there, despite the sable shadows that he was enveloped in. The brunette tried anxiously to break free from the aching clutch that Laviel had forced him into, but his efforts were in vain. There was no way that he could maneuver his arm free from the way he was pinned. Thunder bellowed for miles outside and the pace of the rain had begun to pick up, and now there was a monotonous tapping sound that harshly battered the outside roof. Cyrus began to feel fear creeping into his system as he turned to face his friend, his glare was intense and frightening all the same. Laviel’s eyes had looked too far gone now and the brunette was left puzzled at why he was held captive on the floor so humiliatingly. Cyrus forced his tears from swelling as the pain began to overwhelm him. He gazed helplessly at the older-boy, who’s knee was now finding rest in the small of his back. His voice dropped and he began to plead, “Let me go…I want to go home!”

~~~~~Laviel slowly ran his hand through the hair of the sleeping boy, who still resided on his lap, and now shouted. Let him go? He dropped his hand to Cyrus\'s shoulder, shaking him lightly. \"Wake up,\" he said a few times, before glancing down the hall. Mother most likely wouldn\'t have heard anything, he knew, when she was asleep, she stayed that way. \"Wake up Cyrus,\" he said again.

“Wha-….lemme go!” Cyrus fell backward harshly on the hardwood floor. The crash echoed a little, adding to the brunette’s nervousness. It was all a dream? He wasn’t being pinned down in any kind of way? He wasn’t hurting? After realizing that he wasn’t being harmed in any kind of way, he tried locating his lover in the enshrouding darkness. “Laviel….” he called, reaching in the direction he had fallen from in the surrounding shadows. The rain had still poured a monotonous beat and the lightning brought beams of light into the crowded space, brightening the dense room immediately. Cyrus sited his friend staring intently at him, yet again. “Laviel” he cried, crawling his way into the boy’s direction, burying his face into his lap, sobbing uncontrollably. His hair clung to him, framing his face with auburn strands.

He slowly ran his fingers through the boy\'s hair, offering a soft sigh. \"It was only a dream...\" he said slowly, twisting the strands about his fingers as he ran them through, rubbing the top of his head. The storm seemed still not to be calming which didn\'t really bother him too much, to him now storms were quite calming, the soothing sounds of the torrential downpour running down the house almost as music, though he knew it wasn\'t that way to his younger counter-part. He glanced toward the window, watching the rain beat steadily down the windows, as another flash of lightning briefly illuminated the room, a roll of thunder as well echoing around the house, though most of the sound didn\'t make it in. \"Maybe we should go to bed now, rest will do you good,\" he said after a moment.

“Yeah…” he said weakly. Cyrus raised himself from his rest, and extended his arm out to Laviel, “Let’s go….” Although he knew that his friend wouldn’t hurt him, he was eager to find out if he would be subdued yet again. He looked uneasily at the older-boy, waiting for him to stir from his seat within the darkness.

He perked a brow some, watching the odd look of watching eyes, as he took the hand and stood. He was used to the darkness in his home, he never went to bed very early, and sat around, doing nothing alot of the time in the dark, merely looking out, and now his eyes had gotten used to it, which was sometimes good, sometimes not. He looked to him for a moment more, then started toward the nearby stairway, leading up to his room.

The door screeched with an eerie pitch, as Cyrus walked into the open-space. He glanced in and found the bed residing on the opposing side of the room, visible by the blinking rays of light that shown clearly through the bedroom window. The brunette walked barefoot across smooth navy carpet, as he guided Laviel onto the bed’s indigo comforters. Cyrus relaxed against the soft pillows, bringing the dirty-blonde boy to rest between his legs. He lay the boy’s head against his belly, gently stroking his fingers through sifts of golden hair. “You know what?” he asked, still massaging his lover’s tender scalp, “I can’t hear the rain in here….whenever I’m with you…I never hear it. It’s always the last thing on my mind.” his words were sincere, and it had broken an awkward silence that seemed to drift around the both of them. Tears began to swell, but they were tears of joy….tears of love even. A love he had felt for his friend for a long time. Cyrus watched as his boyfriend breathed, his hands trekking from Laviel’s head to his lips, to his neck and then slipping under a concealing t-shirt, finding a taut chest, caressing it. The brunette then fondled his nipples, pinching and palming each one into a firm pebble.

He smiled softly at the touch. His arms slid slowly up those against him, trailing up to his shoulders, as he began to rub them softly. How long had they kept this from each other? he wondered, as his hands slid under the sleeves of the boy\'s shirt, rubbing slowly over his bare shoulders beneath. It seemed they had both wanted it, and now were finally letting that out...but how long had it been bottled up?...

Cyrus moaned quietly at the sensitive touch, that rubbed so gently over the flesh of his shoulders. The boy leaned into strong hands, his own t-shirt becoming a burden to him, not allowing him to feel the complete pleasure of his lover’s touch. The brunette kneaded, the firm chest, twisting and pulling the hardening sensors that had became so very receptive to the boy’s foreplay. An undeniable lust had begun to overwhelm Cyrus as he looked onto the boy who lay before him, ‘so damned sexy and so damned willing‘ he thought as his hands stretched farther down to play with an anxious navel. In the moonlight, Laviel was stunning, his dark-blonde hair clung perfectly to his chiseled face, the clothes he had been wearing hugged closely to a sexy athletic frame, and those deep-lavender eyes of his seemed to be glowing, almost eerily…but Cyrus thought nothing of it, instead he dipped down to steal a kiss. His tongue was curious, exploring the cavern of Laviel’s mouth, slipping joyfully alongside the other wet organ.

He own tongue darted almost immediately out, meeting Cyrus\'s, before sliding past, and as well into the boy\'s open mouth. He opened his own wider, deepening his kiss upon his friends, as his hands slid down his sides, down his waist, then slipped beneath his shirt, running up the skin as he pulled it off, tossing it the floor, before he returned his arm to him.

Cyrus placed his hands across his own chest, stroking it, teasing it…manipulating Laviel’s desires. The brunette stirred from his rest, behind his boyfriend, and immediately mounted him placing his body directly on top of the mauve-eyed boy’s stomach. The slight change in position and movement of Laviel’s breathing encouraged the younger-boy to roll his hips farther down, hopefully stimulating a certain part of his lover’s body that craved his attention. Cyrus fondled the hem of Laviel’s boxers, tugging at the seams, snapping the elastic against his hips. He then quickly unzipped the fly, sliding an eager hand underneath the restraining cloth.

His hands slid all along the bare skin of his friend\'s revealed back, moving about the front of his chest, his fingers gracing the nipples for a moment as they passed over. One of his hands trailed down Cyrus\'s stomach, and down to the top of his pants, though stopped there, merely playing the tips of his fingers along his lower stomach.

Cyrus removed his friend’s hand from his belly, positioning it in front of his mouth. His tongue trailed lightly over each finger, defining their outline, and kissing each one. When he reached the palm, he took one of the fleshy digits into his mouth, sucking harshly at its tip. With his free-hand, the brunette savagely caressed Laviel’s member, pushing back the boxers, and night-pants with his forearm with a stifled grunt.

His free hand slid up, sliding over the side of Cyrus\'s face, then through his hair, as he watched him silently. He truly had no idea how wonderful he was, especially in this aspect it seemed. His fingers messed through his hair, before sliding along the back of his neck and upper back, as his finger continued to remain within the boy\'s mouth.

Almost as if Laviel’s hand had encouraged it, Cyrus found himself once again taking the firm organ into his mouth. He had by then pulled all of his lover’s clothing away from his naked body, and had somehow ended up in the same predicament, no clothes, on all fours, lapping at pearls of clear fluid; his body making an impressive arc of over Laviel’s nude body. The brunette’s knees had made solid imprints in the mattress, causing them to grow red with irritation. So to find comfort he laid length-wise against Laviel, kissing and licking at the sensitive head. With his thumb, he fondled the weeping slit, causing more and more pre-cum to ooze from its tip. Cyrus’ tongue went to work, slurping at every drop. And for the first time since they had been up in the room, Cyrus noticed the lightning dancing across the sky, smirking at its failed attempt to frighten him. He closed his eyes and thought to himself, “I’m not afraid of you….”

As sudden as it was, Laviel wasn\'t surprised as he suddenly found the protrusion before his mouth, he was quite on the contrary waiting for it; hoping for it. His tongue almost immediately darted out, the tip of it running over the taught piece, before he moved his head forward, placing his entire mouth upon it, then sliding further down the length, his tongue working as he did. As his mouth slid along it, his tongue preceded the wet lips, running over the shaft completely, his taste buds tingling, and itching for more of the savory taste which filled the corridor of his now occupied mouth.

Cyrus grinded his hips into motion as he pushed his erection in and out of Laviel’s moist cavern. He was anxious to drive it in deep, unrelenting of forcing himself into his lover’s mouth, but held back the lust, considering that the action would become foul-play. Instead of sating his own desires, the brunette hungrily swallowed the boy, taking him in whole, his lips finding the base of the Laviel’s shaft. He leaned down unto his elbows, taking the tense cock still deeper, making his face flush with color. Cyrus managed his fingers to massage the heavy-sac that had been buried into his lips, twisting and caressing the sensitive balls in his grasp. Remembering that breathing was essential, the long-haired boy withdrew, his teeth scraping alongside Laviel’s dick as he did so.

He gave a soft moan, catching it for a moment within his throat, as it sent vibrations up the erected member residing within his mouth. His tongue slid along the slit of entrance, and along the soft bit that it would reach, before it moved back along the length of the shaft once more. His hands reached around, holding behind his friend, each hand gripping one of the cheeks within its grasp, as he began to rub.

The sensations didn’t stop coming. Cyrus felt a heat radiate deep inside of his member as it bobbed alongside Laviel’s tongue; he felt himself cum inside of the hollow cavern, and splurge onto the back of the blonde’s tonsils. The suction he emitted around his boyfriend’s pulsing head subsided as he slowly glided down and along it’s hardened length, drinking deeply of the salted-taste that perforated his taste buds. “Laviel!” the brunette gasped “…I want more….please give me more!” his request was utterly sincere, but lustful all the same.

His tongue slid and pressed directly beneath the slit, drawing out what of the warm fluid remained within the throbbing member, bringing all within his mouth, as he began to swallow, though kept some in his mouth, spreading it along the shaft he yet hadn\'t removed from the corridor of his lips. He gave another soft vibrating moan as he felt it finally, the welling feeling finally coming upon its point of release, and tensing, before the warm liquid burst suddenly into the mouth around it.

Cyrus marveled at the eruption of orgasmic fluid that thickened against his throat, sucking and squeezing on Laviel’s weeping dick. He popped his own cock free of his lover’s lips, and turned to mount him, crushing their mouths together in a forceful kiss. The brunette positioned his buttocks to rest against the older-boy’s lower belly, as he stroked free the remaining traces of sperm from deep within his lover’s base. Cyrus worked up a handful, licking his hand at the milky-fluid meshing the juices together, spreading them across his palm. He lowered himself just before his lips met Laviel’s breath, his ass tilted into the air. Cyrus was astounded at the lavender-eyed boy’s appearance; dripping-wet with sweat, lusty, and completed sated. A perfect portrait of rapture. He found those pliant lips to sexy to resist and again, gave another wild kiss, rubbing their tongues together. His hand that had contained the mixture of fluid went to work, lubricating the tight entrance between his buttocks. All of the years of quietly watching porno seemed to payoff, as Cyrus found an easy level of friction to make use of. Smiling, he parted his lips to speak to the boy pinned beneath him. “Laviel…” he breathed. “I want you to take me…let me ride you…” he requested, positioning himself above the blonde’s erection.

He licked his lips first, clearing off all of the substance that plastered against them, and swallowing, before he smiled some, raising himself a bit, placing his erection between Cyrus\'s cheeks, sliding it along, though not inserting the wet organ yet, keeping it tantalizing in its position, though not allowing it yet. He laid the length down almost within the crack between, sliding it along, spreading what bit of fluid resided upon it still, onto the boy\'s bottom.

Without hesitation, Cyrus grabbed the length and motioned its head slowly into his ass, freeing himself of the anxiety and torment of waiting for Laviel to penetratation. The intrusion was uncomfortable, but steady, and the brunette was grateful at Laviel’s patience for not thrusting forcefully into him. Cyrus hissed at the penetration, finding it more painful than he had fantasized about. It had always looked so pleasing in the adult movies, and he was sure that they had somehow managed to get over this. A brief flash of light entered the room, blinding the younger-boy, making him lose his balance, and sharply impaling himself. Cyrus’ hands clenched against the smooth flesh of Laviel’s sides, his nails digging deep into the silken contours. The brunette cried out in pain, his auburn-hair a compilation of tousled strands.

Laviel pressed up, as the lightning erupted, sliding further within the body of his friend before he fell, allowing at least somewhat of a softened feeling, though it still ended within residing deep within. He slowly moved back, then forward once more, continuing the motion, continuing to rub against, and stretch out the taught hole around his taught erection, bringing it further, then back. He let out another soft moan, before reaching around, sliding his hand along Cyrus\'s chest, rubbing his fingers over it lightly.

The brunette’s eyes began to tear at the pain that he was experiencing. He knew that the act would bring Laviel immense pleasure, but the ache had begun to take it’s toll. Cyrus’ entrance was tight, no doubt, and the feeling of tension was overwhelming. Tears streamed down his cheeks, forming a pool of cool wetness that rested upon the blonde-boy’s chest. His breaths were ragged, and short, as he tried to keep up with Laviel’s thrusts; wanting only to please his lover, Cyrus endured the agonizing impale.

Laviel\'s hands slid further down his friend\'s body, one stopping at his stomach, though the other continued yet further, taking up the boy\'s yet erect member within his grip, and began to slide his hand over it. He noticed Cyrus\'s look of pain, and slowed his pace some, though he knew it wouldn\'t much do anything for the pain, of the tight hole yet expanding around the intruder within. He slid slowly further within him, then back once more, as his hand began to rub over the erection faster, his thumb massaging the tip of it.

The arousing massage on his member only dulled the pain, relaxing his body slightly as Cyrus rode each one of Laviel’s thrusts. The brunette took part in helping his lover’s experience a pleasurable one as he grinded his hips downward, forcing himself on the rock-hard erectile. Finding courage to continue on somewhere between the grunts and enthusiastic foreplay. Cyrus mewled sheepishly as he felt a button pulsing with extreme euphoria react deep inside of him, as his boyfriend’s member brushed against it lightly, causing him to pound his hips all the more harshly; to retrieve more and more of that desirable feeling.

The feeling began to well up once more, though it hadn\'t completely left from before anyway. Laviel let out a soft moan, his breath warm against the back of his lover\'s neck. He leaned forward, planting a kiss upon a warm bit of skin in front of him, as his hips continued their movement, deeper, and back once more, his thrusts beginning to sink even deeper within the tight cavern, while his hand as well slid over all of the length.


Cyrus grabbed the base of his lover’s nape, bringing him in close to kiss those pouted lips. He gasped for air as the enticing caress and stimulating thrusts completely withdrew all of the air from within his body. The brunette felt the rising sensation, awaken once again through the core of his member, causing ejaculate fluid to surge over the midsection on either of the boys’ bellies. Cyrus’ kisses trailed to smooth flesh and then to a hollow collarbone, where he bit down hard at the extremities of his orgasm.

He gave as well another soft moan, before he leaned further forward, bringing his lips to Cyrus\'s, his tongue darting out to fill the empty mouth of his boyfriend, whose body now brought further his longing for that feeling, which he knew drew ever closer, to its threatened burst of release. His unoccupied hand slid up, tracing over his friend\'s nipples, fingering over his chest. He gave another soft moan, as well as one more long thrust, sinking his full length within the taught rectum as the ephemeral bliss in which he was cast by the feelings of fulfilling lust was ended, by once more release.