My Heart Goes Out To You

Chapter IV: What would happen if we…?

A kiss. Is that really all it takes to reprimand all of one’s senses to the world? Truly, our race cannot simply be degraded to something so low, to feel our every word, our every look in our hearts. If that were true, there would not be such a portrait driven as heartless, would there?
“Electricity, eye to eye… Hey don\'t I know you? I can\'t speak… Striped my senses, on the spot. I\'ve never been defenseless. I can\'t even make sense of this. You speak and I don\'t hear a word…”
“What would happen if we kissed? Would your tongue slip past my lips? Would you run away? Would you stay? Or would I melt into you? Mouth to mouth? Lust to lust? Spontaneously combust?”
“The room is spinning Out of control act like you didn\'t notice brushed my hand. Forbidden fruit. Ring on my finger. You\'re such a moral, moral man. Would you throw it away? No question. Will I pretend I\'m innocent?”
“What would happen if we kissed? Would your tongue slip past my lips? Would you run away? Would you stay? Or would I melt into you? Mouth to mouth? Lust to lust? Spontaneously combust? What would happen if we kissed?”
“I struggle with myself again. Quickly the walls come crumbling. Don\'t know if I can turn away. What would happen if we kissed? Would your tongue slip past my lips? Would you run away? Would you stay? Or would I melt into you? Mouth to mouth?”
“If we kissed? Would your tongue slip past my lips? Would you run away? Would you stay? Or would I melt into you? Mouth to mouth? If we kissed…” –Meredith Brooks, What would happen if we kissed?


Ardor smothered the distance between them—like the afterglow of a long drag. Maxwell could see the hot-blood pulsating through his veins telling his body and anyone who wished it that he was nervous, he truly was a fool if he thought he could hide it, for this long anyway.
Tory could feel is heart pounding in and out of his throat; or was it his voice box? He couldn’t tell anymore… he couldn’t think. Why he had even accepted Maxwell’s offer and approval of taking a ride in his car was beyond him… he’d truly lost himself with him, melted into his eyes. He would end this before he’d lost anything else.
The simple thought vanished as he felt the car come to a stop, realizing that they must have indeed arrived at their given ice cream parlor… only to find the creepy nothingness of the cool city night. Where were they?
“M-Maxwell?” he choked. “This isn’t—” But he was cut off before he’d gotten a chance to voice his thought.
“I know,” was Maxwell’s dangerous reply. “We don’t need ice cream.” The cryptic statement, he realized was a great touch. A cryptic book for a cryptic statement… ironic.
“What do you mean?” Tory had gained control of his mind, thinking rationally for the first while. After all, one of the things, he’d have to be intact with was his rationale, no matter how cute this stranger.
“You look tense,” was his cool reply. He leaned over to him, brushing his hand slightly over his. “I thought it would do you good some heat.”
“Heat?” he asked. “What heat? It’s pouring rain and there’s no…” He trailed off realizing the stupidity of his inquiry.
“Maxwell…” was all he could say to the distinction. “This isn’t working.”
“Why?” A thick line of accusation creased his face, irritation was one way to describe it.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. Tory knew it would do nothing to no end no matter how many times he said it, but to Maxwell, he could find no way to be heartless.
“Why?” Maxwell pressed. “You’re not making any sense.”
“I appreciate your…interest in me, but I’m not… I’m sorry, I should leave…”
“What’s wrong? What’s so bad with being with me?” It was a genuine question, no one had played it out this far.
“I can’t be with you, you’re just… I’m sorry…”
“Sorry doesn’t change it,” he barked. He was lost to no relent in any way, this Tory was to get what he deserved, if he was looking for refusal he may as well filed for rape with those good looks.
“I know, but… we’re just too different…” He’d lost track of what he’d been saying in the thrilled fantasy of his seduction, this boy would be lucky to get lubricant.
“Different? What do you mean ‘different’?” Maxwell casually resumed the argument as if he had been paying mind, yet he knew all the while nothing would go wrong unless he wished it.
“I-I…” Tory was at a loss for words, nothing could contain him. He did not possess a cool exterior like the rest of the ‘normal’ boys and not a big ego either. He longed for a man’s touch… not a woman’s…
“Because I’m gay?” The question had brought about an awkward silence. Tory could not tell whether he was insulted or simply taken aback with is heated quality.
“You’re in denial,” was his cool comeback.
“What?” Tory felt his cheeks grow hot.
“Denial, you want me as much as I want you… you love me too, like I do you.” Maxwell’s eyes fell upon him dormant in pleasure, his hand grazing the roves of his ‘lover’s’ inner thighs. He leaned ever so closer, only an inch away from him.
“M-Maxwell… I’m really not—” his hushed plea fell silent as an ivory finger slicked over his lips. Touching their noses, he let himself go as he brushed his lips over his.
The kiss was harmless at once, then transformed into serious as he fingered the boy’s hardening erection. Crisply, he bruised his lips, nipping at each end seeking entrance to his tongue.
“Maxwell,” Tory breathed in between breaths. Coolly, he took his smooth lips into his and let the feel overwhelm him.
“Shh…” Maxwell hushed with gasps of victory. He smiled into him as he undid the cold confinements of his pants. His hand roved the planes of the velvety flesh in his boxers, stroking it tenderly muffling his pleasured gasps with his own.
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This chapter was shorter than my other ones, maybe I need more reviewers and reviews? By the way, what will happen next? Don\'t just sit there with a \'?\' in your head, hurry the fuck up and review.