Love Me

Three weeks of non-stop sex.

Not that Kale was complaining or anything. In fact, for most of the day, he could be found with a perpetual grin on his face. At work, he was offered a promotion for his 'up-beat attitude'.

Of course, the new position had meant that he would have to work later hours and he was not willing to do that.

Later hours, meant less time with Vander.

He was completely enslaved by his blue-haired lover, and they both knew it.

In fact, right now, Kale was sitting on his couch in nothing but Vander's favorite boxers; the silk ones, and tapping his foot impatiently on the floor, causing his kittens to chase his toes.

Vander was late.

Usually, everyday around 6, Vander would come over to the apartment and spend the night. Every night. Kale, who got home at 5, had just enough time to shower, hurriedly make some dinner, and then set his dishes in the sink even as he heard the key in the lock.

It might be strange that he had given him a key to his apartment in such a short time, but Kale trusted Vander. He slept beside him every night and Kale was such a deep sleeper. If he had wanted to, then the smaller boy could have robbed him blind by now.

But he hadn't.

Besides, even if the boy was a thief, Kale probably still wouldn't have done anything to stop him.

He would let him do whatever he wanted.

Except...leave him.

Since Vander had never given him an actual time-frame for his usual relationships, Kale treated each second like it was precious. And it was. Being with the bluenette had him on cloud nine.

Except for nights like this.

Actually, Vander had never been late before. There had never been a set time for him to come over, he just showed up at the same time every night and Kale grew accustomed to his punctual arrivals.

It was 8: 30.

There had been no calls to his cell phone, and Vander had his number.

Maybe he was finally sick of him.

The thought had Kale to the point of tears and he curled up on the couch as he sniffled loudly. It was too soon. He wanted Vander. He wanted him forever, even though he knew he was lucky to have him for this long anyway.

Perhaps he bored him? They never did anything together. Except have sex. Vander came over, they fucked, they slept, they woke up, they fucked again, showered, then went their separate ways.

Kale had been too afraid to do anything else because he didn't think the boy wanted to do other things. Sex was what brought them together, so Kale figured it was all he wanted.

There was a knock on his door.

Kale jolted off the couch and sprinted into the door, rattling it on its hinges and tearing it open.

A startled looking Vander stood on the other side.

“Why didn't you use your key?!” His frantic voice only startled him more.

“Huh? Oh...” He sniffed wetly and Kale noticed that his cheeks were flushed. “I thinck I lost it.”

His voice was thick with congestion and Kale blinked down at the smaller boy, who seemed to be trembling.

“Are you okay?”

Vander waved him off. “Yup. I'm just ah little...stuffy. We can still do it though.” As if to prove it, he cocked his hips forward, making his erection very apparent.

Kale just stared at him, a small frown creasing his features. “Uh...I don't think so. You look ill.”

Vander sniffled again and became almost crestfallen. “No! Don't kick me out! I can still suck you off, you know. We don't have to kiss. I won't get you sick, I swear!” As he spoke, he dropped to his knees and nuzzled his face against Kale's crotch, making his dick twitch in appreciation.

But he stepped back and leaned down, hooking his arms under the sick boy's arms and hoisting him to his feet. “Shh...Of course I'm not gonna kick you out. We're just not gonna have sex with you like this.”

Vander whimpered helplessly as Kale picked him up and carried him towards his room. He nudged his door open with his toe and gently laid his lover on his bed, who didn't protest even as Kale began to remove his blue clothing.

By now, he was used to his little lover's odd penchant for wearing only one color. Apparently, Vander was an artist and went through 'periods of color', as he liked to put it. Even though he'd asked repeatedly, Kale had yet to see any of his art.

Once he had Vander down to his underwear, Kale realized how truly ill the poor boy was. Forgoing his usual thong or g-string, the bluenette was in a worn baggy pair of boxers, which sat up high around his stomach. Kale could only shake his head fondly.

“I didn't think you even owned a pair of boxers, Van.” He pulled back the sheets and lifted the boy's slender legs and tucked them under his covers, pulling them tight and stuffing the edges under his mattress. Good thing he did, cause as soon as Kale stepped back, Vander tried to get up. Thankfully, he was too weak.

“Kaaaaale! Let me up!” He whined pathetically.

“Nope. You're sick, and for some reason, in denial about it. You came here, so now you have to deal with the consequences. I'm making you my mom's special chicken soup, some tea, and a big spoonful of horrible tasting medicine. You should be healthy in no time.” Kale scooped up the scattered blue clothing off the bed and went to go put it in his laundry. Then he began preparing the soup from scratch, as well as some rather strong green tea. While the broth was boiling, he went to his medicine cabinet and grabbed some thick blue syrupy stuff. It tasted like feet, but worked like crazy.

With all ingredients situated on a serving tray, Kale entered his bedroom again, pleased to see Vander still trapped in the bed, and pouting.

“Hey, I didn't come over for this. Let me outta here!”

The sight of his diminutive lover struggling in the center of his giant bed beneath his huge fluffy comforter was the most charming thing Kale had ever seen, and he chuckled softly.

“Arrg! Don't laugh at me!” Vander struggled some more, then finally realized he was stuck. “I'm not coming back after I get out here! I'll leave! You'll see!”

For a moment, Kale worried he was serious, then he saw the feverish look in his eyes and realized he was already halfway exhausted and falling asleep. He probably wouldn't remember much in the morning.

Kale gingerly sat on the side of the bed and set the tray down on his bedside table, making sure it wouldn't be knocked over by the wiggling youth. With one hand holding the bowl and the other holding a spoon, he held up a steamy spoonful of broth to Vander's mouth.

“Open up.”

“Huh?” His voice was thick and groggy. The warmth of the bed was getting to him. Kale had to make sure he ate before he slept, so he didn't wake during the night.

“I said, open up. I'm going to feed you.”

Van made a petulant face. “I'm not a kid.”

“I know you're not. But if I let you up to eat on your own, you'll probably try to leave, or pass out if you stand up.”

“Whatever.” His tone was cranky. But he opened his mouth and accepted the soup without another word.

Kale felt oddly comfortable to take the lead with the boy. Usually Vander was the one who called the shots in, and out, of the bedroom. Not that Kale minded. In fact, letting go and being dominated made him happy. In more ways than one. But to be able to be the dominant one for once, made him feel like he was needed. It was nice.

Once the sick boy had eaten what Kale felt was enough, he put the bowl back on the bedside table and poured out a serving of medicine, handing it to the boy who took it without complaint, but made the most disgusted face he'd ever seen as he swallowed.

He handed him his tea. “Now drink this, it'll make you feel better.”

Vander eyed the cooling brew suspiciously. “This smells awful. What's in it?”

“It's green tea with honey and some vitamin C drops.” Plus a half a sleeping pill, so the boy would sleep through the night, but Kale didn't say that out loud.

He took a tentative sip, then almost spat it back out. “Yuck! This tastes horrible! Worse than the meds! I'm not drinking it!”

“Well, I'm not leaving you alone until you do, so-”

Kale stopped midsentence as Vander gave him an angry glare and gulped down the tea, spilling some down his chin.

“Thank you.” Kale took the empty cup and bowl and went back to the kitchen. Placing them in the sink, he fought to keep the pain he felt at bay. Vander was obviously upset about being treated like an invalid, but it still hurt to see the boy so eager to be rid of him.

He took a deep breath and went right back to his room, fully expecting to be yelled at for returning, but Vander was already half-asleep. He roused slightly upon sighting him and blearily peered over.

“Is there anything else you need before you go to sleep?”

“I want Ransom.” Vander asked, a slight whine in his voice.

Ransom was the name of the little boy kitten of Kale's. The girl was Piper. Vander had taken it upon himself to name them both, and Kale hadn't objected. Secretly, he allowed it because that way he would always have something to remind him of Vander when the boy finally grew tired of him.

With a small placating grin, Kale went into the living room, grabbed both of the kittens and brought them back to his room. He set them on the bed and they tumbled playfully towards their favorite boy, other than Kale of course.

Vander accepted Ransom, but he pushed the female feline away. “I don't want Piper. She's a bad kitty.”

Kale couldn't hold back the smirk at his lover's cute words. He even chuckled softly. Thankfully, Vander didn't hear him. “How come? What did she do?” Taking a seat on the bed beside the boy, Kale stroked his fevered brow.

Vander turned into the touch and closed his heavy lids, yawning loudly. “Cause...She scratched my hand.”

Murmuring softly so as not to disrupt the boy, Kale asked, “And why would she do something like that?”

“Cause I tried to take her squeaky mouse away.” His voice was growing fainter.

“Maybe you shouldn't have done that.”

“Well, she was hogging it...It was time for someone else to use it...You can't keep things to yourself forever, you know...” Vander slipped over the edge into unconsciousness with one final yawn.

Taking his simple yet meaningful words to heart, Kale brushed his fingertips down those soft pale cheeks and across supple lips. He slowly bent down and replaced them with his lips, pressing ever so gently. Then he pulled back and quietly shifted under the covers to spoon with the smaller boy.

“I know, Van. I know.”



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Several hours later, Kale awoke to the sounds of distressed whimpers coming from his little lover. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and turned on the bedside lamp, quickly checking on Vander.

The boy had kicked off the covers at some point during the night and was shivering violently, yet he was drenched in sweat. Kale put one hand to his wet forehead and instantly yanked his hand away. He was practically burning up!

Thank god his mother was such a knowledgeable woman, and that she'd taught Kale everything she knew about home remedies, because Kale knew exactly what to do for Vander's fever.

He carefully scooped him up into his arms and shuffled him off to the bathroom, where he used one hand to hold the shivering boy to him, and the other arm to turn on the water. He made the water only lukewarm so as not to freeze him and not too hot to keep his temp from raising even more. As the tub filled, he set the boy on the floor, where Vander stood, only half-awake and wobbling precariously. Kale steadied him and stripped off his boxers, which were soaking wet, and he also took off his own clothing, though he left on his underwear.

“Can you stand on your own for a sec?”

Vander only whined in his throat as answer. Kale took it as a yes and slowly backed away, leaving him standing alone. Then, when he was sure the boy wouldn't fall over, he opened his medicine cabinet above the sink and grabbed some fever reducing pills. He turned around just in time to see Vander begin to fall, and caught him easily, picking him up again, then bringing both of them into the almost full tub. He sat down and cradled the small lithe body in his arms, lowering him into the bath.

At the first feeling of water, Vander seemed to wake up completely, and he groaned in his throat pitifully. “Whas goin on?”

“Shhh, just relax. You've got a fever, and I want to bring it down a little so you don't overheat.”

Vander seemed to relax at the sound of his voice, and Kale settled him against his chest. He grabbed a washcloth from the wall near the tub and soaked it, using it to rub off the layer of sweat from the boy's body. Vander nuzzled into him and whimpered again, almost painfully, and clutched at Kale's bare shoulders.

They stayed like that, Vander cooling in the water, and Kale slowly cleaning him, until the bluenette stopped shivering and began to fall asleep again.

Careful arms lifted the sick youth out of the water then gently dried him off and carried him back to bed. When he was tucked in snugly once again, Kale went back to the bathroom to empty the tub and clean up his clothing. He tossed it with the rest of Vander's dirty clothes in the laundry hamper.

Returning to his little lover, Kale crawled back into bed, this time as naked as his bedmate, and once again wrapped their slightly moist bodies together, falling asleep instantly.


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Something was pressing into him, rolling and writhing just enough to draw him out of his comfortable sleep.

His first though was that he had forgotten to give Vander those fever reducers before putting him back to bed and now the boy was relapsing. But then he heard the noises.

Rhythmic little mewls of tell-tale pleasure from his boyfriend. Kale knew them well, having elicited them from his blue-haired nymph nightly.

He blinked open his eyes to see the sun was just beginning to rise and cast a faint amber glow onto his walls. Peering down, he saw Vander clutching at his shoulder, much like he had in the bath, and moaning breathlessly.

Kale chuckled softly and dipped his hand below the comforter to press the other's slim hips into his own. He felt the hardness press into his thigh. But Kale wasn't aroused, nor would he get aroused. Vander was still far to sick to engage in any kind of sexual activities.

“Van? Baby? What are you doing?” Kale asked as he released the other's hips.

The bluenette could only whimper again as he tried to keep the contact between them, but he seemed to be having some difficulty. “Mm...Please, Kale....Please...”

“What? What's wrong?”

Vander rolled onto his back fitfully and Kale could see from the movements under the sheets that he was stroking himself. But it was jerky and unrefined. Vander's face was flushed and weary. The movement stopped abruptly. “Nnngg...I'm...so horny.” He rolled back towards Kale, desperately. “Fuck me, please...I can't...Oh god! Please!”

As the smaller boy writhed in seeming agony on the bed, too weak to get himself off, Kale bit his lip and fought with himself about what he could do. He definitely wasn't going to have sex with the boy. Condom or not, Kale could still get sick, and Vander was far too weak to do anything like that unless he was on his back.

Nothing would make Kale take advantage of his lover's distracted and weakened state to use the one position that he wanted so badly to be able to use. Vander might not fight it now, but when they woke later, he would be upset. Kale couldn't do that to him.

But the boy was obviously in distress and Kale had to do something. Making up his mind, Kale hooked the arm he was laying on underneath the boy's waist and pulled him close, the he licked the palm of his other hand and reached down between them to grip the erection pressing into his stomach.

Vander's reaction was immediate. “Fuck!” He threw back his head and dug his nails into Kale's chest weakly, trying with all his strength to thrust into the hand on his cock.

But Kale kept him restrained with him arm easily. He was surprised by the degree of arousal he was feeling in his hand. Vander's erection was practically pulsing in time with his heartbeat, thick and insistent in his palm. He began to slowly stroke, deliberately keeping it gentle so as not to hurt the overexcited boy.

When only noises of helpless encouragement issued from that slim throat, Kale sped up his movements, gripping tighter and twisting his wrist with each tug. He lifted the hand that was wrapped around the boy and sucked two fingers into his mouth, making them slick with saliva, then he brought those wet fingers down to Vander's firm ass cheeks, sliding between them and rubbing questioningly at the portal there.

Vander only moaned in ecstasy and thrust his hips backwards, trying to impale himself on those teasing digits.

“Do you want me to, Van?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes!” Came the broken reply.

Two fingers slide in easily and Vander shuddered in his arms, lifting his face and seeking Kale's mouth. 'To hell with sharing sick germs!' Thought Kale as he bent down and captured those needy lips with his own.

As Kale made love to Vander's mouth, he jerked Vander's cock faster and pressed his fingers right into his prostate. It was too much for the boy, and he quickly came, crying out sharply as he spilled onto Kale's stomach, and twitching in his arms.

“Is that better, Van?”

Vander snuggled into his arms and sighed contently, trying to calm his ragged breathing. “Mmm...Yes...”

His voice was sleepy and sounded drugged. Kale couldn't resist, knowing that the boy was probably too delirious to have any coherent thoughts, so he leaned down to whisper, “I love you.”

The world didn't end like he thought it would at such a confession. In fact, he wasn't sure if the boy even heard him, but then he did something that made Kale's heart stop.

“I love you too...”

Then the world did end. Only to blow up in a supernova and start anew, all in Kale's broad chest. He almost felt like crying and he buried his face in blue hair, breathing in the musky scent of the boy.

“I love you so much, Matthew...” Were the last words before Vander slipped into a deep sleep.

Kale's new-born heart shattered in his chest.


AN: To Be Continued!