Unforgiven

Andre\'s pale lids fluttered softly and opened. His deep blue eyes looked up at Desmond.

\"Thanks.\" He rasped softly.

Desmond started and stared at his friend his eyes lighting up.

\"You\'re alive.\" He gasped.

Andre chuckled slightly. \"I\'m not that easy to get rid of.\"

He sat up wincing and wrapped an arm around his side.

Desmond hurriedly let go of his friend, realizing how odd he must\'ve looked holding Andre in his arms. A faint blush spread across his cheeks. He found he couldn\'t keep himself from staring at Andre. His deep blue eyes were just gorgeous with those soft black lashes. He looked so innocent and yet so hard to reach. Desmond found that his hands were beginning to shake, he stuffed them quickly in his pockets.

\"What? Is there something wrong with my hair?\" Andre smiled at Desmond, patting the top of his head to make sure his hair still looked good.

\"Believe me. Nothing, not even a street gang could move that hair of yours.\" Desmond laughed, trying to ease the slight tension.

Desmond looked seriously at Andre, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as always. \"Look. I\'m sorry. I know you were just trying help. I didn\'t mean to be an ass about it all.\"

Andre smiled grimacing as he lifted long slender fingers to the large bruise on his face. \"I\'ll forgive you if you help me up and get me home.\"

\"Anything for you, Andre.\" Desmond choked a little on the words, his true feelings overwhelming him once more.

The pale light seemed to halo around Andre and the shadows played around the slender muscles of his chest that were very visible through the tight black shirt he wore under his jacket. His soft lips were parted slightly with pain. Desmond longed just to just touch him, to run a finger along his soft cheek. He would give anything just to taste those pale lips with his own; to wrap his arms around Andre\'s defined body and to explore what was underneath his tight shirt and baggy jeans. He wanted to crush Andre\'s body into the ground with his and to consume him with the passion that was bottled up inside of him.

Desmond found his breath beginning to come a little labored and he knew that if he didn\'t stop his imaginings his arousal would be visible.

Andre looked at Desmond curiously, his friend\'s pale cheeks were stained pink and the light dusting of freckles across his nose stood out. He couldn\'t read the expression that was in the glittering surface of Desmond\'s eyes. Before Andre could say anything, Desmond shook himself slightly and stood up brushing back the pale lengths of hair that brushed his cheekbones.

Desmond reached down and helped Andre up. \"Let\'s get you home. I\'m sure your parents are worried sick.\"

Andre leaned against Desmond, his warm arms were comforting and he smiled softly to him himself. To be in the arms of someone you loved and to be protected by them was the greatest thing in the world. If only he could tell Desmond how he really felt about him. Tonight he had almost felt a stronger chemistry than usual, but it was probably just his imagination. Why would such strong and incredibly sexy person want to love and be with a pathetic person like him? Andre sighed slightly.

\"What\'s wrong?\" Desmond glanced worriedly at Andre. \"Are you okay?\"

Andre blinked back the tears in his eyes and bit his plump lower lip until it was red.

\"I\'m fine.\" He replied. \"Just worried about what my parents will say, that\'s all.\"

He could bear the pain of all his bruises. But the pain that consumed his heart was almost more than he could bear.

They walked on in silence the rest of the way to Andre\'s house, each thinking about the things that weighed heavily on their hearts and both too scared to speak.