Love Me

It was nearly a week before Kale built up the nerve to go back to the club. He'd tried to rationalize away his fear by stating that he had to wait til the weekend because of school and work, but that wasn't really true. Considering that he didn't really like drinking and that his earliest class was at 9 in the morning, as long as he got enough sleep, he could go out every night if he wanted.

Klub Khaos wasn't the only gay club in the near vicinity, but it was the largest and he had the best chances of meeting someone there.

He was not going back just because there might be a slim chance of seeing the beautiful redhead again.

Absolutely not.

At least, that was what he told himself as he stood beneath the steamy spray of his shower, soaping up his skin. His thoughts had been haunted by the beguiling boy all week and he was beginning to get frantic. Just thinking about that heart-shaped face and slender pale body got him so worked up that he often had to stop what he was doing, find someplace secluded, and jack off so quickly that he almost passed out.

'Speaking of which...' He chuckled as he glanced down to see his cock engorged and throbbing, standing up persistently between his legs. Knowing it wouldn't go away, he pulled up a picture of the redhead in his head and imagined that seductive mouth wrapped around his cock. His ample imagination from reading too many books easily supplied him with the image and he quickly orgasmed with a muffled shout after only a few strokes of his length. He languidly milked himself, deftly squeezing and letting his seed drip to the floor.

As he let the warm water rinse away the sticky residue, he reflected on how horny he'd been over the last few days. Ever since kissing that strange boy in the alley, he felt like he was going through a second puberty, even though his first one had been nearly non-existent. Due to his suppressed sexual urges, he'd barely touched himself except when it had been extremely necessary.

Now, he jerked off at least three times a day and often found himself daydreaming about that perfect slender body. Although he could never imagine anything further than touching or having the boy's mouth on him, he always came immediately, shuddering and moaning as his hips bucked into his hand.

Once he felt sufficiently clean, he shut off the cooling water and stepped out of the shower to dry himself off. He was rubbing the towel over the top of his head, fluffing his hair in the process, when he heard a knock on his front door.

Since his buzzer hadn't gone off, that meant it was one of the neighbors from inside his building, and since it was nearly 10 at night, he was concerned that maybe someone was in trouble.

Wrapping his towel firmly around his waist, he exited the bathroom and paced to the door. When he looked through the peephole, all he could see was the side profile of a young boy with a shock of vivid blue hair.

Blue hair? Kale didn't know anyone with blue hair. Maybe one of the neighbor's kids? That thought worried him more, making him think there was some trouble in the hall and he unlocked his door and jerked it open.

“Is everything alright? Who-?” Kale dropped off mid-sentence at the sight before him.

The boy in the hall turned to him and grinned impishly, tilting his head to the side and looking him up and down approvingly. He pursed his pink lips and quirked a blue eyebrow. “My my, Mr. White Knight. Were you expecting me?”

It was the redhead from the week before, only now he wasn't a redhead anymore. He had obviously dyed his hair and eyebrows that strange bright blue. Oddly enough, it didn't look weird on him at all. The color actually seemed to make him even more beautiful, causing a stark contrast to his blue-white eyes and bleaching them out so only the dark pupils and darker outer edge of his irises were visible.

It was bewitching.

Kale was utterly speechless as the boy invited himself in and slid past, suggestively sliding against his slightly moist skin. Without a word, he wandered into the apartment and began to look around.

“Nice place you got here. Does saving damsels-in-distress pay well? I had no idea.”

Still in the doorway, Kale realized he was standing in only a towel and he slammed the door shut, not caring if it disturbed anyone. He whirled towards his uninvited guest, sputtering. “W-What are y-you doing here?! How did you g-get in the b-b-building?!”

The bluenette turned towards him slyly and sauntered over to where he was rooted to the floor. “That stutter is cute. You're cute. I came to give you the rest of your reward. I take it from your reaction that you remember me?”

Kale mutely nodded, neck almost snapping from the speed.

A soft giggle came from the pleased youth. “Good. Cause I certainly remember you. You have a hot body, and even though you don't know how to kiss, you have a hot mouth.”

Shame filled Kale at being told he couldn't kiss, and harsh color flooded his cheeks.

“Mmmm baby. I remember the way you blushed too. Very sexy.” The soft whispered tone of the blue-haired boy made Kale blush even more and he felt the heat spread across his face and down his neck. He averted his eyes and fiddled his hands together.

It was a mistake to look away. As soon as his eyes left the boy, the youth took advantage of the avoidant gaze and closed the gap between them, plastering his small body against Kale's.

“What do you say Sir Knight? Want the rest of your reward?”

Kale stood stock-still as he tried to quell his body's immediate reaction to the object of his fantasies pressed so intimately to him, but it was a losing battle. His cock twitched and thickened beneath the thin towel and he shyed his hips away from the nymph before his reaction was noticed.

Too late.

“Oh my. That's quite the impressive sword you've got pressing against my stomach Mr. Knight. Can I see it?”

“Kale.” He ground out between clenched teeth as he began to sweat.

The imp looked up at him with a questioning tilt of his head. “Huh?”

Swallowing thickly and reigning in his lust, Kale tried again. “My name is K-Kale. Please stop calling me...that.”

With a giggle, the nymph stepped back. Kale let out his breath and relaxed as his seducer retreated to a safe distance.

“Kale, huh? Isn't that the name of some sort of cabbage?”

Surprised, Kale nodded. “Yeah. You're the first one who's ever realized that.”

With a snort, the boy shook his head. “I think you're wrong on that one baby. I'm probably just the only one who's said it out loud to you.”

At that, Kale looked so surprised that the other boy laughed loudly. “Boy oh boy, you should see the look on your face! It's like you've never even thought that someone might say something behind your back. Too adorable!”

Speaking of adorable, his two kittens chose that moment to come careening into the living room at top speed. Without warning they launched themselves at the young boy and clung to his skin-tight blue leather pants.

Kale expected him to startle and kick them off, but instead the boy let out a squeal of pure joy.

“Kittens!” He dropped to his knees on the floor, scooped up the little rugrats and rolled onto his back as he cuddled them to his chest, giggling delightedly the whole time.

Kale's lust had abated during their talk, but now he was overcome with a new feeling. His weakness for cute things took in the scene before him and gobbled it up.

The youth sprawled on the carpet, legs in the air and arms waving over his stomach as the kittens chased after his fingers. His giggling was intoxicating and Kale found himself smiling shyly.

“What are their names?”

Kale looked at the upside-down face and blushed again at that breathtaking smile. “I haven't named them yet. I've only had them for a few days, so I wanted to see their personalities beforehand.”

“Hmmm...” With a small pout, the bluenette frowned at him. “You're not stuttering anymore. Do you only do that when you're horny?” Then he smirked. “Cause I can take care of that super-quick.” He stood and set the kittens back on the floor as he prowled towards Kale, intent in his eyes.

But he stopped about a foot away, looking oddly sad. “Hey, why haven't you asked me my name yet?”

Kale blinked owlishly at him. For some reason, he'd thought of the boy as some nameless incubus. “I-I-I...uh...Sorry. What is your name?”

He was rewarded with a brilliant smile. “Evander. But you can call me Vandy, hotstuff. Now, I believe that over there is your bedroom, right?” He started to walk to Kale's room.

“Wait!”

Vandy stopped and glanced back. “What? You want to do it in here?” He shrugged and pulled off his tight blue tank top. “Alright, fine by me.”

Met with a delicious view of pure white skin, Kale felt his lust returning full force and he clasped his hands over his rising erection, trying to hide it.

Vandy whistled appreciatively. “I gotta say that you are doing wonders for my already huge ego. I haven't even touched you and you get hard? Just looking at me?” Turning away, he started to go to the bedroom again.

“I said wait! Please!”

Vandy paused again, looking back with a furrowed brow. “What's wrong? I was just joking about doing it here. A bed is best for your first time. Believe me, I know.”

Kale struggled to collect his thoughts. This was happening too fast, too unorganized, and he had too many questions. “Can you...can you just wait here for a minute? Please?”

The blue-haired nymph laughed. “You don't have to keep saying 'please', you know. I've never met someone so polite. It's nice.”

Vander's smile gave him the courage to be more assertive. “Just...could you sit on the couch for a minute? I'll...I'm just gonna go put some clothes on.”

“Why?”

Not answering, Kale went into his room and firmly shut the door, locking it as well because he had the feeling that the boy might follow him if given the chance.

But no attempt was made to open his door and he took a moment to get his bearings. Throwing off the towel, he grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from his bureau and also a pair of loose cotton pajama pants. He slid them up his legs and debated briefly about whether or not he should put on a shirt. After a moment's hesitation, he grabbed a long-sleeved baggy t-shirt.

Now fully protected, he felt brave enough to venture out to the living room.

He was met with the wide amused eyes of his 'guest'.

“I liked the towel better. Are you trying to hide from me?” His voice was teasing, and Kale blushed yet again. “You know, I don't think I'll ever get sick of seeing you blush. It goes straight to my cock.”

At this, Kale almost stumbled, shocked at his sultry words. No one had ever hit on him like that before and he was a little taken aback by it. Flattered, but still uneasy.

He took a tentative seat on the opposite end of the sofa, keeping distance between him and the young boy.

Vander's reaction to that was to slide right over and perch on his knees at Kale's side. “Are you afraid of me? I don't bite.” He leaned in close and Kale stopped breathing. “Unless you want me to.”

Gulping heavily, Kale raised a shaky hand and pressed against Vander's shoulder gently. “Just...Can I have a little space for a minute.”

Quirking one blue brow, he scooted backwards and rested one arm against the back of the couch. “What's on your mind, baby? Are you scared? I can be gentle.”

“Please...stop talking like that. It's making it hard to think.”

With a soft sigh, Vander smiled. “Alright, I'll slow down. Instead of making a 'what else is hard' joke, I'll be a good boy and stay quiet. You're so skittish, like some wild horse. Good thing I'm such a capable tamer.”

Kale spoke without looking at him. “You said you'd stop.”

“Alright alright! You wanna talk, then talk, I'll listen.”

Now that he was given permission, Kale wasn't quite sure where to start. “Well, how about how'd you get into my building?”

The boy beside him grinned evilly. “That guy who lives in apartment 3E is gay.”

“Mr. Anderson? What does that have to do with-” Kale cut off with a gasp and jerked towards the smirking youth. “You slept with him to get inside?!”

The bluenette waved him off. “Pfft, course not. I do have some standards. I just hit on him outside, made him think I would sleep with him, to get in, then slipped away when his back was turned.”

Kale could accept that. “Okay...well, how'd you know where I live?”

“Followed you home the other night.” The boy spoke so casually that Kale almost forgot to feel upset that he had been stalked.

“But...Why...why would you do that?”

Vander reached out and stroked Kale's cheek gently, and he couldn't help but shiver at the light touch.

“Well, for one thing, you are very attractive. You also don't seem to realize it, which makes it so much yummier. You're also clearly a virgin, and I just so happen to get off on deflowering wayward boys. And of course, you did save me from that vicious dragon in the alleyway.”

At the playful tone, Kale hung his head. “Don't make fun of me. I was only doing what I thought was right.”

Vander seemed surprised. “I'm not making fun of you. I really am grateful that you did that for me. You did it before you even saw me, too.”

Lifting his head only slightly, Kale frowned at him. “What's that got to do with anything? No, it doesn't matter anyway, I remember how you looked when I went into that alley. You weren't scared at all.”

A slim hand waved in the air as the boy scoffed. “Tch, that's because Blane is always threatening me for sex, hence why I got sick of him. But he wouldn't have actually hurt me or anything. All he wanted was a blow job then he would have let me go. It's the same every time, although...” Vander paused thoughtfully and peered over his shoulder at his back, his lip curled in displeasure. “-he usually doesn't leave any marks...”

At the mention of wounds, Kale's inner nurturing instinct kicked in full-force and he leaned over the boy in alarm, twisting the lithe body around so he could see his back. “He broke the skin?!” There on that narrow torso, marring the delicate flesh, were several still-healing red welts and some light fading bruises.

Kale stood, almost picking up the light boy in his haste. “Do you need some bandages or something? I have some stuff in my medicine cabinet. Let me just see what I've got.” Halfway to the bathroom already, he didn't realize that he had a firm grip on a slim wrist and was pulling the amused bluenette along with him. He switched the light on in his bathroom, blushing as he realized that he had left the clothes from before his shower on the floor and a pair of black silk boxers were staring up at him.

“Oooh, silk huh? That's sexy.” The voice startled him and reminded him that he had brought Vander with him into the cramped space. But he ignored him as he rifled through his medicine cabinet, until he felt a gentle hand slip under the waistband of his pants and stroke the cloth of his underwear.

Whipping around to face his molester and dislodging the sneaky hand, he was met with a disappointed frown. “How come you're not wearing silk right now?”

Not stopping to think, Kale blurted out. “I needed something thicker.” Then he blushed at the implications of his statement.

But Vander just grinned. “Trying to hide from me? I thought I told you that I was flattered by that.”

“But...but...”

Blue-white eyes rolled in exasperation as Vandy clicked his tongue at him. “Alright, the blushing virgin act was cute in the beginning, but now I'm just getting frustrated. I've upheld my agreement to behave, so now I want my reward.” Surprisingly strong fingers snaked around Kale's wrist and he was yanked out of the bathroom towards his bedroom.

“Wait! What about your back?”

“It doesn't hurt, it happened last week.” The boy didn't slow his quick steps and Kale could only reluctantly follow.

“But...aren't you a little young? I'm 22 and-”

“Baby, I'm 19. Every inch of me is legal, so shut it.”

Grasping at straws now, Kale whined desperately. “But I don't have any...uhh...you know...”

Kicking open the door with a strong leg, Vander stopped short in the doorway. “No fucking way. A king-sized bed! Hell yeah!” Laughing like a child, Vander released Kale's wrist and took a flying leap onto the bed, bouncing happily on the mattress. After a minutes of rolling around on the soft sheets and sufficiently messing them up he rose up onto his knees and beckoned to Kale, who was still standing helplessly in the doorway.

“I can't...I don't have any...uh...condoms.”

The bluenette just smiled and reached into one of his pockets and pulled out an several strips of condoms. “I have condoms. Enough, in fact, to sheath the entire building I think.”

Open-mouthed in shock, Kale tried one last time. “I don't have anything to...to...” He couldn't say it, it was too embarrassing.

In his silence, Vander just smiled wider and reached into his other pocket and pulled out a handful of what looked like black ketchup packets. “I have lube too. Come on, you can't possibly have any more excuses. I know you want me. I can see it through your pants, even with the extra layers.”

In all honesty, there weren't any more excuses. Kale wanted nothing more than to crawl onto his bed and wrap his arms around that intoxicating little nymph before him, but the whole situation worried him. It was clear that Vander wasn't a 'relationship' guy. He was obviously a 'one-night stand' guy and Kale didn't want that. Although the fact that the boy had waited a whole week before approaching him made him somewhat confused as to his motives, Kale chose not to dwell on it.

“Kale.” Came a soft murmur from his bed, drawing him out of his conflicted thoughts.

He glanced up and saw Vander's hands had become preoccupied with the zipper of his pants and slowly lowered the metal clasp, making the teeth clack open agonizingly slowly.

As each inch of skin was exposed, Kale felt himself weakening. When Vander lay back and lifted his hips off the bed to slide those skin-tight pants off his slender legs, all thoughts fled the reluctant virgin's head and he found himself stepping forward.

The leather landed in a heap on the floor and he was greeted with a nearly naked body encased in only a dark blue thong. As he drew closer, Kale noticed the complete absence of hair on the figure before him. His curiosity peaked and as his knees met the edge of the bed, and he lifted one trembling hand, sliding it up the calf closest to him. It was as smooth as satin. Daring one look up over the boy on his bed, he covertly glanced at the thong-covered crotch.

“Wanna take a peek?” Slim fingers slid under the sides of his thong as the bluenette slowly inched it down his hips, only to stop right before he reached his half-erect cock. “Or were you perhaps wondering if the carpet matched the drapes?”

At Kale's blush, the other boy giggled. “Hate to disappoint, but I'm bare all over. Laser-hair removal.” He clarified at the brunette's confused expression. “Wondering what my natural hair color was?”

Kale could only nod, chagrined at being read so easily.

“Well, no one knows that 'cept me. I haven't had my real color since I was 15.”

Vander took advantage of the Kale's distraction to grab his hands and yank him onto the bed. Kale fell face-first into his soft sheets and didn't even have time to register what was happening, when he felt a weight settle atop him and press against his butt. Vander was straddling his hips and rubbing against his ass cheeks like a cat in heat.

Suddenly, desperately, Kale worried that Vander intended to take him and he promptly realized that he didn't want to bottom. The very thought freaked him out and he shouted into the mattress. “I don't want it up the butt!”

There was silence, then Vander started to laugh so hard that Kale feared he might choke. “You have got to be kidding me! That is the funniest fucking thing I've ever heard! Haven't you realized that I'm a bottom? There's nothing I love more than a big dick up my ass. I only rubbed against your firm ass cheeks because you have to nicest butt I've felt in forever.”

Still chuckling softly, the boy on his back slid a hot hand under his waistband and tickled the upper curve of his rear. “Now turn over so we can get started.”

AN: To Be Continued!