Eyes of the Storm

After the Storm...

Begin Chapter 3

The room was completely dark when Cyrus awoke, his body still plastered together against Laviel’s belly. The brunette could feel the beat of a warm chest slowly pulsing against his back and strong arms twining and holding him securely at his waist. “How long had the time passed? An hour….or maybe two.” he thought to himself, anxious to know just how long they had been sleeping. Cyrus bundled up against Laviel, searching for warmth as he turned to cuddle alongside the sleeping boy. The long-haired boy, removed elusive auburn strands from his view as he gazed at his sleeping lover, tracing the outline of his lips, then his collarbone before chuckling to himself. “So cute when you’re sleeping” he whispered, pulling the thin alabaster sheet around their nude bodies. Lightning still decorated the sky and filled the room, causing Cyrus to scoot even closer into Laviel’s warm embrace.

"Enjoying yourself?" whispered the sleeping boy, whose eyes didn't yet open to look upon Cyrus, though he didn't need to, he saw him so often, in his consciousness, and without, that he continued to stare upon the enthralling visage, even in the darkness of closed eyelids. He smiled softly, his hand sliding along the back of his partner, fingers dancing upon the flesh as he sighed softly, though not a sigh of boredom, but of teeming pleasure. It was a watershed moment, that was certain, nothing now would be the same between them, he knew. When he saw Cyrus now he wouldn't merely see his friend, as he had for so long (not as though he didn't have certain images, or fantasies of him anyway), but now he would see this, the source of the deep lust he felt, and he liked it. He liked that feeling, and he knew now, that he would never let it go.

“Yes!” he murmured, kissing closed eyelids. “It’s still dark out….I can barely see you…only feel you” he said, fondling pert nipples. “So how do you feel? Different?” he asked, watching the rain slide against the glossy windowpane. Cyrus drove his fingers manically through the older boy’s hair, trying to rouse him from his slumber. He was determined to catch a glimpse at the indigo depths of Laviel’s eyes.

He chuckled softly, "Well yes, and most certainly in a very good way." He smirked some to himself. He wanted as well to gave into those eyes, but giving it up that easily...he couldn't just do that. He ran his hand up Cyrus's back, landing it within his hair, which he sifted through his fingers, swirling it around them.

“I want to be with you….on days like this…on days when it rains!” Cyrus whispered, gently snuggling against the underside of the boy’s neck. “Every time….you hear me?” The long-haired boy awaited an answer from the blonde who had so intimately cared for him, as his attention turned back towards the window. Particles of torrent and terrain smeared against the outside glass, causing many of the traces of light to faint, once again enveloping the two in complete darkness.

"Only when it rains?" he whispered, as he ran his finger through the mess of long hair in front of him. He knew quite well what he meant, though he decided to have said it anyway, to ask the question which needed no answer. He finally opened his eyes, looking down to his friend, more than that, who was held within his arms. The pure beauty before him...there could be no match, that he knew, and he knew as well, he would never need there to be one.

“Whenever…” Cyrus replied, closing his own eyes, waiting for sleep to bring the blissful peace that had been broken by a provoked disturbance in his slumber.

He smiled softly, more to himself than anything else. He knew now, he could actually be content. Nothing ever seemed to be worth it, all his life wasted for the nothing he had, filled by the void of loneliness and abyss, and now, it all seemed worth it, and for once, he could sleep happily. He caressed Cyrus's cheek slowly, with his fingers, lightly grazing over the skin, before once more he closed his eyes.

After a brief moment had passed, Cyrus gazed upon Laviel, watching his breaths heave in and out. He reached to touch silken lips, smiling to himself, and parting his mouth to speak, “I love you.”

Cyrus leaned into the caress, finding sleep to come easily at the gentle touch, snoozing against his lover’s chest. A haven from the storm outside.

~~~~~Laviel yawned mostly silently as he opened his eyes, squinting at the light pouring into the room. It wasn't too much, he just wasn't expecting it, but it was a pleasant surprise he figured, as he sat up, and looked down to the bed, at his counterpart laying upon the soft bed, beneath the covers. A sly smirk crossed his lips, before he turned around, and slid under the covers, planting kisses down Cyrus's stomach, and down his body, before taking his finally dormant piece within his mouth for a moment, then withdrew it, running his tongue in a circle around it, before picking his head up. "Time to wake up," he said, sliding back from beneath the covers.

Cyrus replied with a grunt, wanting more of the satisfying pleasure that was far too swiftly taken away. “Mmmh…go back down!” he purred, snaking his hand around his friend’s neck, encouraging him to continue onward with massaging his now taut organ with Laviel‘s very talented tongue. Although they had only just had sex, Cyrus wanted to experience what he had given so graciously to his boyfriend yet again, pining over the newfound lust that Laviel had stirred inside of the brunette.

Laviel chuckled a bit. "Nope," he started, "just a wake up call. It's getting late, we need to get up." He smiled, before he slid off of the bed and stood, stretching out a bit, his bare body perfectly visible, and yet, just out of reach. "And apparently it worked," he added as he glanced back to Cyrus over his shoulder, before bending down, and picking up their clothing. He tossed Cyrus his, before he started to slip on his own, then paused. "You think we should wash up first?" he asked. "Mom went out to do a couple things so we have time for a quick shower if you want."

Cyrus swung his chestnut hair over his shoulder exposing his bare neck, he could tell that the act made his appearance seem feminine, but he didn’t mind. He tossed his clothes to the side, and uncovered himself from underneath the soft cotton sheets, exposing himself completely, and just as equally as Laviel. The brunette motioned himself toward his boyfriend, twining his arms at his waist, pushing him slightly in the direction of the bathroom, “Yes…I think we should”, he said dragging him along as he did so.

Once more he smirked. "Thought you'd say so," he said with a smile, walking with him toward the room, slipping quickly within the door, before closing the door behind them. It took what seemed eternity for the water to heat to a good temperature, though it was hardly any time at all. He finally slipped into the shower, taking hold of his friend's wrist, pulling him in, and after they had gotten in, he handed him the soap, and offered another smile.

The brunette took to the soap quickly, covering himself in suds, making sure to scrub the hardened glaze of lingering passion from the surface of his stomach. The shower was warm and well-welcomed, just what he needed to alleviate the lethargy he was feeling from making love for the very first time. He turned toward Laviel, awing at the violet orbs that flashed and gleamed, reaching to touch and embrace him in the flowing cascade of the shower’s waters. “Was it anything like fantasy?” he asked, wondering if his lover had ever pondered the thought.

The question was somewhat surprising, though at the same time he knew it was coming. He looked down at his hand, turning it a bit as the waters ran over it, dripping from his finger tips. "Better," he said simply, looking upon the eyes which so often filled his dreams, though he knew it was reality, and here he was, standing in front of those eyes. "Much better," he then added.

Cyrus smiled to himself, content with the answer. He rested his head upon Laviel’s shoulder, trailing his fingers across the blonde’s spine, down to his buttocks, where he grabbed each one and gave a sharp squeeze, encouraging their pelvises to make contact, as he pushed them together. The friction was wonderful, and the shower augmented to the suppressed passion. The brunette kissed and nipped at the fleshy-tissue of Laviel’s chest, rocking and grinding slowly as he did so. Cyrus felt like he could stay there forever, but he knew it would all be over soon. Sooner or later his parents would return from their disastrous vacation, and Laviel’s mother would eventually come back from her errands. So he decided to stop his morning activity, and continued to rinse his body clean.

Cyrus hesitated a moment, pushing the offending boy off. He stepped back a little and swung his chestnut hair to the side, careful not to give the wrong impression of not wanting to do it. By all means, it was now more than ever on his mind, he wanted Laviel more than words could ever explain. It was something deep, something intimate, something animal even. But now, he also had to think about how long this would last, and how far it could be played out. Would he be able to make love when everything goes back to normal? A streak of doubt crossed his mind, as tears began to swell, obscured by the running waters. “Laviel…after last night…what happens next?” he asked, barely speaking above a whisper.

The rushing water wasn't enough to hide those tears, not to him anyway, though he knew he most likely would have seen them if they were deep under a body of water, in the dead of night; it wasn't so much a sight, as it was just knowing that they were there. He looked down for a moment, watching the water beat against their feet, before he looked up, toward the ceiling, though only his eyes faced that way, he truly looked far away, aimlessly into nothing. "I don't know...." he finally whispered, closing his eyes for a moment, before looking back down, to the eyes before him once more. But I don't care either, not while I'm here, not while you're here with me his thoughts continued to tell him, though he didn't say it audibly. He didn't need to.

Cyrus found the back of Laviel’s neck, pulling him close into a mild kiss, “I love you and I know you love me, don’t you? And if we’re going to make this work, we have to think ahead! What will happen next?” his words filled with worry, and he was willing to feel reassured, by Laviel’s every kiss, thrust, and touch until there came a soft knock at the bathroom door.

No words came to mind, and none came out, so he wasn't all too disappointed when the knock came. She got home early it would seem, he thought to himself, before softly kissing Cyrus once more, then stepped out of the showering waters, quickly drying and clothing himself, before closing the door between shower and outer door after he had walked through it. "Yes?" he asked as he opened the door. "Oh, you're just showering," his mother said on the other side, "well I just wanted to tell you that I'm back, and I got quite a few things from the store while I was out. How long will your friend be staying with us?" she then asked. Laviel only shrugged. "Well I got plenty of food, so if he wants he can stay until his parents get back, he can." She smiled, before turning back around, and walking away, toward the other end of the house. Laviel smiled some to himself, before he turned back around and shut the door, then walked through the door leading back to the shower, though he didn't speak any as he sat down outside of the shower.

“She’s back, huh?” Cyrus asked, peeking outside of the shear shower-curtain, his hair dripping wet over the tiled-floor. The brunette looked toward the door, a little disappointed at her sudden return, and wished that he and Laviel were once again standing together in the shower. Now that he wasn’t any longer, there was really no reason for Cyrus to stay in either. “I’ll get dressed” he said, shutting the water off quickly, reaching for the nearest towel. The long-haired boy turned and looked at his friend who hadn’t said a word since he had returned, and there he stood wondering if he had done something wrong. An awkward silence seemed to had fallen almost immediately upon Mrs. Ceris’ arrival, though Cyrus said nothing about it. The brunette mounted himself onto the blonde‘s lap, chuckling at his features, letting his nude body just sit there as he began to speak, “Laviel, I need more clothes.”

He perked a brow, chuckling slightly. "I don't think you needed any in the first place," he paused, looking down the bare body upon his legs, "and I definitely don't think you need them now.." He smirked once more, then he reached to a cabinet upon the wall behind him, pulling out a couple of his spare pieces of clothing, though didn't give them to him yet. He enjoyed pulling back that idea of hope suddenly, though only for occasional laughs. And only with certain people....well, only with one person...

“Give me the clothes!” Cyrus exclaimed as he struggled to get a hold of the garments that were so tantalizingly close, yet so far out of his reach. “You enjoy toying with me, don’t you?” He questioned as he jumped out of the older boy’s lap to finally retrieve every article of clothing, quickly dressing in front of his friend.

He pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin with his finger mock-thoughtfully. "Yup," he finally said with a grin, before standing, and stretching a bit. "Mom got a lot of food she said, so we might as well go see what all she got, unless you just want to forget going down there, and just sit in my room for a while."

Cyrus pondered over the offer, swaying his hair from over his shoulder, as he then thought about that dormant feeling that had been constantly nagging at his subconscious mind. He couldn’t fight the fact that he was hungry, and food did seem to sound really good right about now, after all he hadn’t ate since last night’s dinner. “Let’s go see what’s there first then afterwards, we can go up to your room”

He paused for a moment, thinking silently. He didn't really want to go down, he had mainly just said it to present the idea, but it looked like now that's what he was doing anyway...oh well, other things could wait he supposed, but hopefully this didn't take too long. "Well then let's go," he said before walking through the inner door, then to the exit, opening it, and holding it open, motioning through.

The kitchen had been loaded with sacks of paper-bags, ranging from fresh fruit to junk food all aligned along marble countertops. Cyrus spotted Mrs. Ceris enthusiastically arranging goods in a nearby cabinet and offered him a warm smile. He gladly returned it, asking thoughtfully if she needed any help, but her reply was “No thank you darling. If I don’t put these things up myself, I’ll never find them!” The brunette laughed, and decided to help himself to one of the apples that were placed in a neighboring fruit bowl. “Lunch will be ready in a minute” she said merrily, as she continued to organize her supply of groceries. “Okay” the brunette replied as he motioned to Laviel to follow him to the bedroom, deciding to hopefully kill some time.

"I believe you certainly got enough mother," Laviel said with a chuckle, which she returned with a smile. "I sure hope so," she said as she placed more of the items of various shelves and cupboards. Laviel turned to Cyrus once more, before once more heading toward his room, ascending the stairway silently, his eyes continually looking to his friend as he slipped into the room, and shut the door.