Love Me

Kale woke to the sounds of chirping birds and warm sunlight on his face. With a contented sigh, he rolled over to reach for his new lover, but his hands grasped at empty air. With a jolt he sat up and stared at the other side of the bed.

It was bare. Not even an indent on the sheets. Then he caught sight of a small yellow post-it on the other pillow. He snatched it up and quickly read the neat script.

To whom it may concern:

Thanks for the sex, it wasn't that bad.

P.S. I never want to see you again.

“NO!” Kale shot up in his bed and blinked groggily as he rubbed at his eyes, trying to figure out what just happened.

It had been a dream.

“Oh thank god.” He sighed into his hands and then remembered. With a furtive glance, he looked over to the other side of his bed.

It was empty.

True, there was creasing and rumpled sheets, and he even caught sight of a few faint dark stains. Blushing, he slid out of bed and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from his dresser, pulling them on as he hobbled out of his room.

“Van?” He called out to the vacant kitchen and living room. There was no answer. Seeing that the bathroom door was closed, he approached it hopefully and knocked once on the wood. “Evander?”

No answer.

Hoping that maybe the boy was just hard of hearing, he slowly opened the door and scanned the barren room, catching sight of himself in the mirror and blushing at the sight. His hair was horribly mussed; there were several hickeys on his neck that he didn't remember receiving and one very dark, very large on right on his shoulder muscle along with several fading scratch marks down his chest. There was also the unmistakable dried semen on his stomach.

He rubbed at it sadly, seeing it as a pretty feeble consolation prize to take away from such an intense night. He found himself wandering back out into the living room.

Vander really was gone. The night before had just been a fleeting night of fun for the boy. But Kale was crushed. There had been a brief moment when he thought maybe his tentative blossoming feelings were being returned, but he saw now that this wasn't true.

Kale hoped sex wasn't that intense with everyone, because he felt a part of him laid open, vulnerable and naked.

It was all a little overwhelming and he began to shiver uncontrollably. He was not a one-night stand kind of guy.

With the couch right behind him, he took advantage and fell back onto it, cradling his head in his hands and sniffling softly. Just as his eyes began to feel wet, he heard a key turning in the lock on his door.

'Oh great, now I have to deal with my mom.' He didn't bother wiping at his eyes, his mother would instantly be able to tell he had been crying. The door clicked as the lock disengaged and the door slowly swung open. He heard soft footsteps pause as they noticed him on the couch.

“Oh shoot, I was hoping to get back before you woke up.”

Kale's head shot up and he stared wide-eyed at the blue-haired boy standing in his doorway with a rather large black backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling softly at him. His brow furrowed at the sight of Kale's red eyes.

“Hey, what's wrong, Baby? Did you think I robbed you or something.” He held up a set of keys and Kale saw that they were his own, so that explained how he got in. Vander set down his backpack by the door then crossed to Kale, gently pushing him back and sliding onto his lap. “Did you miss me that much, Baby?” He purred.

The brunette was unable to do anything but gape in shock at the boy in his lap. He never expected to see him again, except maybe in passing or the occasional late-night visit, which he would have selfishly accepted with everything he had. But here he was, warm and soft, pressing against his chest with strong fingers and smiling beautifically.

“W-Where'd you go?”

The boy shifted and Kale became aware that his body, while still tired from the night before, was rapidly reacting to his close proximity. “I went to grab some clothes and stuff from my place. So I wouldn't have to go back to change every time I sleep over.”

Kale felt like jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store. “You'll stay over again?”

Vander giggled at his wide-eyed disbelief. “Of course! You may have been a virgin, but I swear on my mother's grave that you were the best I've had in a long time. Probably ever.”

The words 'mother' and 'grave' flitted through Kale's head and he open his mouth to make sure he heard right, but Vander was already moving away and he reached out to try and keep him close.

The bluenette noticed and smirked. “Wanna hold me?”

Kale nodded.

Vander stepped back towards him but stopped short just far enough to be out of reach. He leaned over slightly. “Wanna fuck me?” He whispered.

Kale nodded again, slower this time.

“Good! Grab my bag and meet me in the bedroom, Baby!” The boy all but skipped towards Kale's room.

Kale stood and went to pick up the bag, then paused. The phrase 'pussy-whipped' flashed through his head and he wondered if there was a boy version for that. “Wait, why do I need to get your bag?”

The voice came from the bedroom, teasing and giggly. “Because I brought some toys!”


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'Oh god, why did I agree to let him do this?'

Kale lay spread-eagle on the bed, completely naked and at the mercy of the boy laying between his thighs. A skillful tongue wiggled against his cock and he let out a choked cry, straining against the handcuffs he had so foolishly agreed to wear for this little 'game'.

It had been simple enough. Vander had held up the cuffs and smiled sweetly, asking if he could use them. Kale had hesitated and asked why, to which Vander had replied that he would 'suck him real good' if he wore them. His cock had sprung to life at those words and forced a vehement 'yes' past his lips.

The next thing he knew, he was on his back, stripped and bound to the headboard. After a few moments of admiring the view, Vander had descended upon him and proceeded to suck out his soul.

The boy was very good.

And apparently, he didn't intend to finish any time soon.

He didn't even spare a glance to see if Kale was enjoying it, although by the harsh moaning, it was obvious that he was. The bluenette seemed unconcerned with his performance, though not because he was overconfident. Kale sensed that he wasn't receiving pleasure on purpose, but rather as a side-effect of Vander's simple enjoyment of giving head. He was making love to his cock, licking up the underside and kissing the head, then engulfing it all the way to the base without even blinking.

Slender arms were wrapped tightly around Kale's waist as that scorching mouth took in his taste.

“It's such a pretty cock...” His voice was soft and reverent, like he was talking to Kale's erection and not to Kale himself. “So thick and smooth...” Hot lips trailed soft kisses along the sides and then suckled on Kale's balls, drawing them into that torturous mouth.

Kale rattled the cuffs again, trying to draw attention. “Van...Ah! Vander!”

Glazed eyes slowly slid up and focused on him, but he didn't release him. “...Muh?” His words vibrated against Kale's testicles and he shivered, torn between agony and ecstasy.

“Mmm...Please....Van....” His head fell back as Vander released his sac and nuzzled against his cock affectionately.

The boy took notice of Kale's distressed state and he pulled back, slight alarm in his eyes. “Kale? What's wrong?”

Brown eyes slid shut in frustration and he could only wheeze his reply. “Please...Please let me cum...Oh god....”

Vander relaxed and chuckled. “Oh, is that all? Sorry bout that. I sometimes forget if I do it too long, it starts to hurt. But you do have a wonderful cock. So nice and-”

“Van, Please!”

“Oh! Sorry.” He once again descended upon his erection and took him all the way in, swallowing him and milking Kale's cock with his throat muscles. It was almost enough to send him over the edge, then Vander started to hum and he all but shrieked as he was flung over the edge into white-hot oblivion.

“Oh god! Ah-ah-ah-AH!” Straining against the cuffs for all he was worth, he struggled to curl in on himself to somewhat lessen the too intense spike of pleasure, nearly kicking the boy away before finally passing the peak and slumping back onto the sheets, breathing shakily.

“Holy hell...”

“Mmhmm!”

Kale glanced up with one eye to peer at his tormentor and he almost came again at seeing the boy sitting on his knees and obviously trying to swallow a large mouthful of semen. Kale watched that slim throat contract as it went down in two gulps.

Vander licked his lips thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled at the still-recovering Kale. “Hmm...you taste good. I won't lie and say it tastes like pixie sticks, like some idiot twink actually had the nerve to tell me once, but...overall it's very nice.”

Kale blinked at the mental image of the King of Twinkdom himself getting blown by another twink. It was hard to imagine him with anyone smaller. “I thought you didn't top?”

“I didn't say that. I said I liked to bottom. Doesn't mean I've never fucked somebody else.” He grinned impishly. “Besides, you can get a good blowjob from anybody and no one has to top.”

Kale frowned at that. Being presented with more reinforcement that Vander had a a vast history of sexual partners made him feel oddly inadequate. He was still lost in doubt when Vander crawled atop him and proudly showed his own bobbing erection.

“Now, what should we do about this? I could make you suck me. I could grab that sexy mouth of yours and fuck your face.”

His casual tone and explicit words inflamed Kale. If he had been able to, he would have gotten hard again. The thought of tasting the enticing boy was highly exciting and he desperately wanted to try it out and see if he was any good.

“Ah, I know! I'll just make you watch while I finish myself off. You're not allowed to touch.” Then he started to stroke himself, softly at first then more firmly by wrapping his fingers around the shaft and tweaking his wrist.

The sight of that slender wrist and those delicate fingers stroking a rather impressive erection had Kale almost drooling. He struggled again against the cuffs and whined in his throat. “Van...Let me...”

With a particularly hard twist, Vander arched back and groaned. “Nah-uh, no touching. Just sit there-Ah!...and watch me.” He bit his lip and thrust into his hand quickly, hips jerking and soft bottom sliding across Kale's naked stomach. “I have to admit though...Ah! I was touching myself as I-Ooooh!...As I sucked you, so I'm-Uh! I'm already pretty close already.”

Kale watched in fascination as Vander's hand sped up even more and the head of his cock started to drip white fluid. It dribbled onto Kale's stomach to dry along with the remains from the night before.

“Ah! Here it comes! Oooh fuck!” Vander howled and his back arched like a bow, almost bending over backwards as thick white ropes of semen erupted from his cock and splashed onto Kale's belly and chest.

Vander stay bent backwards for several seconds, breathing heavily and petting himself as he came down from his orgasm. When he recovered enough, he fell forward and slumped onto Kale's body, smearing his cum between them. Vander chuckled and wiggled against him, further spreading his seed around.

“There's something so fucking erotic about this feeling. The way that our tummies feel when they are all slippery with jizz and sliding against each other.” To demonstrate this, he continued to writhe atop him, rubbing it into their skin. Then he pushed one hand between them and gathered some on his fingers. He presented them to Kale and demanded, “Lick it.”

Kale opened his mouth obediently and suckled on the wet fingers placed by his lips. It was an odd flavor. Almost kind of...

“Sweet, isn't it?”

Kale nodded, confused. “I thought it was supposed to be bitter and salty. Mine tasted-” He cut off with a blush and looked away, embarrassed at what he almost admitted.

Vander laughed. “Don't be shy. Most guys taste their own stuff. Well...the gay ones anyway. How do you think I got mine to taste like that? Trial and error, Baby.” He lay more fully on Kale and rested his chin on his hands, smiling up at Kale lazily. “If you want to change your taste, there are several things you can do, you know. Drink lots of water, eat lots of fruit, stay away from drugs and alcohol...well...drinking in moderation is okay.” One blue eye winked. “Don't smoke, avoid onions and garlic if you can. I also take a zinc vitamin everyday.”

Kale was beginning to feel like he was in a 'How To Be Gay' class and he cut him off with a grimace. “Why do you keep telling me this stuff like that?”

The blue-haired teen just smiled and closed his eyes as he turned and lay his head on his hands. “So when we're not together anymore, you'll be able to have a good sex-life. I told you I like virgins, so I've dealt with all this before.”

It was said so simply. So detached.

Kale felt cold and extremely depressed by his words. But he would take whatever this nymph decided to give him. Right now, he wanted to hold him. The cuffs rattled once more, insistently.

Vander's head popped up. “Oh! Sorry about that. I forgot those were on.” The keys were found and then the cuffs were released. The seconds his hands were free, Kale wrapped his arms around Vander and rolled over so that their positions were reversed. He didn't notice right away that the body beneath him tensed up immediately.

With his head buried in the bluenette's neck, he started to kiss alongside his jaw, but stopped when he heard strained breathing. Concerned, he lifted his head and took a peek at the face besides his.

Vander's eyes were glazed over and Kale heard faint whispers of 'no' coming from his lips.

“Van? Am I crushing you or something?”

Evander seemed to come back to himself and he blinked rapidly, looking at Kale in alarm. “Yes. Please let me up.” The words were oddly distant and Kale was quick to shift over. Once moved, the boy settled happily alongside him, smile back in place and eyes alight again. “Much better! I couldn't breathe, you dolt!”

Kale could tell that wasn't what happened at all and he started to ask what was really wrong, but Vander stopped him.

“Don't.”

So he didn't. Instead, Kale slung one arm around his back and pulled him close, turning so their stomachs aligned. Vander sighed contentedly into his chest and Kale kissed the top of his head.

He rifled through the blue locks with his free hand. “How come you changed your hair color?”

Van was near sleep, but he answered anyway. “Why? Did you prefer the red?”

Kale thought for a moment. “No, well...I think they both look nice. I'm just wondering why you changed it.” Almost as an afterthought and not really meaning it, he added, “Was it for me?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?!”

Vander chuckled tiredly. “Kinda. I always choose a new color when I find a new conquest.” He yawned loudly. “It's like a ritual.”

Kale didn't want to talk about new conquests so he changed the subject yet again. “Why are you bald?”

Vander snorted into his skin, laughing loudly. “You didn't have to phrase it like that! I don't know. I don't like pubic hair, so...”

Kale looked horrified.

“No, I don't like my own! Yours is nice!”

He relaxed.

Blue eyes twinkled in amusement. “I'm surprised at your hairlessness. It looks natural enough though. But you must shave your crotch or something, right?”

Sheepishly, Kale nodded. “Just a little...So I don't look so bearish...”

“It's nice. Some guys have a fucking forest going on down there. It's like you need a machete to find their dick.”

Kale snorted at the image even as his dick shriveled at the word 'machete'.

“Besides, I didn't get the hair removal on my arms and legs, only my crotch. I wax everything else.”

“But why?”

“For one thing, I like the looks I get when guys see I'm hairless, I also like the way it feels. Plus, I don't want anyone to know what my real color is.”

Kale didn't ask, but the question was there. They waited several minutes.

“Alright, alright. I hide my real color because...because I like to keep a part of me separate. I like to something that's just mine, you know. I can let loose with someone, because they'll never have that part of me no matter how crazy we get...Fuck...”

Kale held him quietly.

“I've never told that to anyone before...”

Kale didn't say anything, but he tightened his hold and nuzzled the top of his head to show his gratitude at being let in a little.

“Why don't you call me 'Vandy'? Everyone else does.”

Kale answered without thinking. “It makes you sound like a prostitute.”

The teen was quiet at that.

The two lovers lay in each other's arms and listened to their soft heartbeats. Then the silence was broken by the rumbling of Vander's stomach. He laughed.

“Goodness! Guess I'm hungry! Let's go eat something.” He slid away from Kale, only to stop short at the sticky squelching sound of the dying semen between them. “Eww.. It's not so sexy anymore...” He laughed again. “Why don't we shower first, then eat? Sound good?”

Kale was sad that the moment was gone, but his stomach was tight with hunger as well, so he smiled and nodded, reaching out his hand and taking hold of Vander's as he got out of bed.

“Awww, you're standing there butt-naked, but you're not blushing! Aren't you gonna do it anymore?”

Kale abruptly noticed that he was indeed standing in the middle of his room nude and he did blush.

“Yay! You're so cute.” He stood up on his tippy-toes and kissed Kale's hot cheek before inching across his lips. “Come on, I'll show you what else I brought from my place.” He picked up his backpack and pulled Kale out of the room.

Kale followed him to the bathroom, one hand cupping himself. “What?” He asked suspiciously.

“Something to make you more comfortable with rimming.”

“What?!”

Vander looked back as he pushed open the door. “It's like a water-pick. It'll clean you out. I use it everyday, so maybe now you can return the favor?” A slim blue brow arched in hopeful question, but Kale blushed beet red and could only sputter at him.

“But-But-I-That's-I-”

Vander laughed wickedly as he shut the door with his foot.


AN: To Be Continued!