Love Me

AN: HAHA! I'm sorry for the last chapter's ending! I HAD to do it! But you'll forgive me in this one! To all the fans who 'guessed it', YOU ROCK! And you know who you are!

ALSO, TO WHOEVER JUST COMMENTED THAT "Klub Khaos" WAS A STUPID CLUB NAME, I'M SORRY FOR NOT TAKING TIME TO THINK OF A BETTER ONE. DIDN'T KNOW THE TITLE-POLICE WERE OUT ON THE LOOK-OUT. I'LL HAVE TO DO BETTER NEXT TIME I WANT TO IMPRESS A DOUCHEBAG.



The first week passed slowly, painfully, full of useless hope and longing. Everyday, Kale went home to an empty apartment, which, besides his cats and himself, remained empty.

He couldn't sleep.

Food held no appeal.

He lost 5 pounds by the end of the week, and was becoming increasingly ill.

By the second week, his mother came by and told him to stop being such a baby and get on with his life. He did, begrudgingly.

He slowly became accustomed to eating again. Night were easier to sleep through.

The third week was numbing. He now realized that Vander would not be coming back.

It was hard, but he managed to get up the next day, and the next.

Life went on.

He even got asked out on a date by one of his fellow mail-room clerks. It had been a surprise, to say the least. Kale didn't know how the guy knew he was gay. But he didn't ask.

He'd accepted the invitation.



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Kale trudged home after his miserable night out with Ralph. As he dragged his tired feet up the stairs, he almost laughed at the appropriateness of the guy's name. Halfway through their outing, Kale had felt like throwing up.

He'd never been so unstimulated in his entire life.

First, they'd had dinner at some generic family restaurant, where the conversation floundered by the time appetizer's came. There was simply nothing between them. No chemistry, no common interests, no nothing. Not even a spark.

At least, on Kale's side.

After that, they'd gone out to a movie, which had been a huge mistake. Apparently, Ralph thought that a dark movie theater gave him the green light, cause once the lights went out, Kale had to fight for his personal space. The phrase “Roman Hands and Russian Fingers” never seemed so apt.

Eventually, fed up with being in a one-sided grope-fest, Kale had excused himself, complaining of a headache and left the theater, calling a cab and going home.

Where he stood outside the building for a full twenty minutes, debating if he even wanted to go inside. All that waited for him were two pets. He realized now that letting Vander name them was a mistake. All he could think about when he looked at those two little furballs was that Vander was gone.

He almost hated them. If he couldn't get over his ridiculous hatred, he would have to give them away.

He paused at the top of his stairs, his apartment door in sight. 'What the...?'

A lone figure sat propped against his door, legs drawn up and face buried in his arms on his knees, only the hair visible.

Not blue.

A blond.

In faded jeans with rips at the knees and a worn green hoodie sweatshirt with a yellow shirt collar peeking out.

Despite the hair and differently colored clothes, Kale knew immediately.

“Van?”

The small teen jumped and peered up at him with red-rimmed eyes.

It was him. His gut clenched painfully at the implications of a new hair color.

Beautiful pale blue eyes slid away from his own as the boy awkwardly stood. “Hey...Uh...I-uh...I brought you your key back.” He held up the offending silver piece of metal. It glittered in the light menacingly.

Kale took a hesitant step towards the other, preparing to stop if he showed signs of bolting. Van didn't move. He just stuffed his hands in his sweatshirt pockets.

“You could have dropped it off inside.” Though Kale was almost euphoric because he hadn't just gone inside and left it. His hope once again rekindled.

“Yeah, I know...” Black converse sneakers shuffled shyly across the floor. “But I didn't think I had the right to.”

Silence reigned as they fought for words, and finally, Kale took a chance. “Do you want to come in for a while?”

“Yeah.” Was the quick, quiet reply.

Kale stepped forward and resisted the urge to embrace the boy when he was close enough to smell his scent, and unlocked the door. He held it open and ushered his guest inside.

Only a guest.

Once past the threshold, Vander seemed to become unsure of where to stand and he shifted in place, something in his front pocket rustling faintly.

Kale took a moment to discreetly study him as he took off his jacket and shoes. Vander seemed even worse off than he had been.

His eyes looked like he got hit in the face with sand, there were dark circles under his eyes, and even through the baggy clothes, Kale could see the thinness. He seemed to be swaying slightly.

“So...uh...do you want some water or something? I don't have much right now...”

“Sure. Whatever is fine.”

They were talking like strangers, and Kale didn't like it. He nabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, secretly watching the boy from the fridge as he stood in the living room.

Ransom was asleep under the kitchen table, but Piper was watching Vander from the couch. She studied the boy from her perch, tail flicking agitatedly back and forth, as if she were debating whether or not she wanted to greet him.

Kale watched surreptitiously, taking longer with the water than he should have. He wondered if Vander remembered calling Piper a 'bad kitty'.

For some reason, when the boy held out on pale hand and beckoned to the cat, Kale felt immense relief. Piper immediately went to him, bounding off the couch and running around the boy's legs. Vander bent and scooped her up, burying his face in the soft fur of her neck.

Maybe, Kale hoped, if the boy could forgive a naughty cat, he could forgive a stupid ex-boyfriend.

For Kale truly felt stupid for what he had done. His lover had finally opened up to him, sharing his sad past and explaining some of his mysteries, and Kale had jumped on the first chance he had of keeping the boy for himself. When Vander had told him about his heartache, Kale realized he should have offered himself as a friend, listening to him and comforting him, before trying to suck him into a relationship. And he'd gotten rejected.

He returned to Vander's side, offering the drink.

The blond let Piper jump from his arms and accepted the glass, accidentally brushing his fingers against Kale's.

As he watched the boy sip his water, he took a chance and reached for a lock of the new golden hair. Vander didn't shy away so he pushed it back from the boy's forehead and tucked it behind his ear, lingering against the skin for a moment before pulling away reluctantly.

“I like your new color.” The sun-kissed golden strands cast a faint glow around the boy, highlighting his rosy cheeks and making his almost-white eyes more blue. Like the ocean. If Kale hadn't loved the boy already, he would have fallen for him right then. “I guess that means you have a new guy, huh? He's lucky...”

To his surprise, Vander scoffed angrily. “No, there's no one. And this isn't a color, this is my natural hair. I got it dye-stripped a couple of weeks ago.”

Kale just stared, mouth agape and in shock. “You're kidding!”

Fighting back a shaky smile, Vander nodded timidly. “No. This is it. I'm a blond, for the first time in a year and a half. And I didn't even wear a hat on the way over here or anything. I kinda...Heh, kinda felt naked...” He shuffled around as if trying to decide something, then he held up his arm, pulling back the sleeve to expose the skin. “And feel.”

Kale did, without hesitation, running his fingertips lightly along the warm skin. He could feel little prickles of new grown hair. “Stopped shaving too?”

“Yeah, and these-” He indicated his mismatched worn clothing. “Are the only clothes I owned that weren't trampy.”

Kale shook his head. “They weren't trampy to begin with. It was just your style.”

“I dressed like a whore.”

“Vander, you did not!”

The blond shook his head and sort of gasped brokenly. “Yes I did!” His resolve seemed to be cracking quickly. “I was a whore! I slept around! Ever since Matty died, I've been hopping from bed to bed! Remember when I said you were the longest relationship I've had since the accident? We'd only been together for like 3 weeks, right? Not long by normal standards but before then, I hadn't even seen a guy for more than like, 4 days! Except for the occasional repeat one-night stand! Yet, with you it was different!”

Lost on his emotional roller coaster, Vander was breathing heavily, and Kale took advantage of his distracted state to cross to him, embrace him, and begin stroking his back while murmuring soft endearments.

“I haven't-” He was choking out words now, grasping at Kale's shirt with balled fists, as he brokenly poured his heart out. “For three years! I couldn't-! There was never-!” He gasped for air. “I haven't had anybody for three years! All it's been is sex! Sex! Do you know how difficult that is?!”

Lips quirked involuntarily and Kale snorted.

The boy in his arms stilled at the sound, and seemed to realize he was being held, detangling himself slowly, and backing away with an anguished look on his face. “Are you...laughing at me?”

Before he could be hurt further, Kale held up his hands and shook his head, explaining why he laughed. “Of course not! It's just that, you said it's been difficult to have so much sex, but you didn't seem to mind so much when we were having it.” He bit his lip. “I don't know, I just think that's kinda...well, funny...Well, I mean, you know...Uhh...” He floundered, and he realized it didn't actually sound funny at all.

But the blond looked at him in disbelief for a minute, then his lips twitched and he began to snicker.

In seconds, they were both cracking up, Kale leaning against the wall, holding his stomach and letting out great big belly laughs. Vander was on his knees, one hand clasped over his mouth trying to hold in the fit of musical giggles that was overcoming him.

The episode lasted for long minutes, ending up with Kale sliding down to rest with his back against the wall and knees bent, and Vander sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room.

“That wasn't even really funny.” Vander wheezed out, wiping a tear out of one eye. “You know that, right?”

“Yeah...” Said Kale, wiping his own eyes. “I think we just both had a stressful last few weeks and it just sorta took us over or something.”

Vander grew quiet at that.

“So, uh...” Kale picked at his sleeve as he searched for something to continue the conversation. “How come you uh, changed your color, uh, I mean, stopped using color? I thought that you didn't want anyone to see the real you?”

The blond sighed heavily, like he had been waiting for this question, standing and moving from his spot on the floor. Kale tensed, fearful he was leaving, but Vander just went to the couch, folding his legs beneath him and sitting on his heels. “Yeah...I didn't. But you saw me anyway.”

In one swift move, Kale pushed himself away from the wall and joined the boy on the sofa. But he couldn't find the courage to close the short distance between them, so he held back on the edge, and encouraged him to continue. “Really?”

Vander hung his head, turning away as his cheeks pinkened attractively. “Yeah...I don't know how. But you saw through it all. You kept asking me all this personal stuff, but never forcing anything from me... It was nice. No one had ever really done that before. No one really cared. I mean, I didn't let them, there was always just sex...Most of them seemed happy with that. A few of them tried to pin me down...Well, not literally. They just tried to corner me into a relationship.” The boy paused, brow puckered in thought. “But you didn't. Even though I could tell you wanted to. The only time you ever pushed it was the last time...when we fought.”

Kale inched closer, like a lion stalking its prey, until he could reach out and touch the boy, though he didn't. He just felt better knowing he could if he wanted to.

“I didn't just come by to drop off the key though...Oh yeah, here anyway.” He pulled the key from his pocket and held it out to Kale.

He didn't want to take it. If he took it, then it really would be over. But he had to. It was hanging between them. He opened his hand and down dropped the key, landing slowly in his palm. Kale just curled his fingers around it and held it. “What else did you come for?”

Vander took the initiative and reached out, closing the distance between them, brushing against Kale's knee lightly. The touch was electrifying.

“To apologize. I said some really horrible stuff to you...” He frowned, biting his lip in regret. “Stuff I didn't really mean...Like you weren't just a good fuck...Well, you were a good fuck, great actually, the best I think I've ever had...Uh...Heh, sorry...Didn't mean to...Anyway, what I was saying is that you weren't meaningless. I mean, I know it sounds crazy, all we mostly did was fuck, but I also liked the little bits in between, you know. Like how you always tried to hold me when you thought I was asleep. Or how you let me do what I wanted in bed, never complaining or trying to control me. You let me name your pets.” He paused thoughtfully. “You know, we don't really know that much about each other.”

“...Yeah...I know...” Kale's head drooped unhappily.

“And I don't love you.”

He glanced up into the blank face of the blond next to him. It hurt to hear him say that so easily.

“And even though you said you did, I don't think you love me either.”

“What?! How do you know what I-?!”

Vander held up one hand, cutting off his anxious denial. “No, seriously. We don't know enough about each other to actually love each other. I know people like to think that love comes easily and freely, but with Matty, it took years for us to fall in love. You and me just don't have that kind of history.”

While the blond broke his heart all over again, Kale slumped in his seat. At least he was getting a real break-up this time. It should help having closure.

Then he realized something. “How did you know I said I loved you?”

Vander coughed awkwardly and ducked his head. “After we fought...I remembered that night. I was thinking about how you told me you had to bring down my fever and everything else, and it just sorta came to me, like this whole big movie suddenly played in my head...” He paused, blushing ashamedly. “I felt so horrible for saying all that stuff after you were so wonderful to me...I wanted to come back right away and apologize but my pride wouldn't let me. I'd like to apologize for that too. Taking so long to apologize and also, to thank you for taking care of me while I was sick. ”

Kale couldn't take it. He didn't want apologies and thank you's. He wanted the boy to leap into his arms and declare an undying love for him.

“But anyway...I think that I'd like to love you.”

He sat up abruptly, eyebrows high. “What?!”

The blond smiled shyly. “If you give me another chance that is, I think maybe I'd like to try out this relationship stuff again. But we'd have to go slow, cause I don't know if I can-Mmph!”

Kale pounced, kissing the boy fiercely, desperately, as if he could never let him go, and wrapped his arms firmly around his slim back. Vander gasped and Kale slipped his tongue past the parted pink lips, sliding it languidly along the other's. The stiff blond relaxed at the intimate caress and molded himself to Kale's chest, slim fingers traveling up to bury themselves in his thick hair.

Not one inch separated them and Kale groaned at the familiar feel of his lover wrapped around him. He was mistaken before, this was addiction. He could never get enough, and at the taste of the boy's sweet hot mouth, he felt his insides relax, like a junkie after he finally gets a fix.

He lifted the boy and pulled him astride his hips, bringing their groins together and briefly breaking the contact to gasp at the sparking pleasure.

“Kale, wait, I-”

He didn't let him finish before capturing his lips again and burying his tongue inside that mouth. The ridges of that slick muscle tingled in appreciation at the feel of the other's participation.

If the boy persisted in resistance, Kale would stop of course, but right now, he had to have more, feel more, taste more, he just needed more. But there was no resistance. The blond merely melted fully onto him, breathing harshly through his nose as their lips devoured each other.

He rested his hands on Vander's hips, gently kneading the perfect swell of flesh before trailing down and grabbing two handfuls of his ass. Vander keened in his throat, pressing his hips into Kale's insistently.

They were both already hard, gyrating their waists and brushing their erections together through their pants.

Kale was hoping that the boy's eager reaction was a sign that he hadn't been with anybody during their time apart, but he had to know. “Van...Have you...with anyone...?” He couldn't finish, knowing the answer might devastate him.

But the blond let his head fall back as he ground into Kale's hips. “No! No one! Kale! Oh!”

Kale gripped his waist and shifted to lie down, resuming the kiss, and feeling the boy tense as he moved, but turning so he was on his back and the blond was draped over him. He relaxed and Kale lifted one knee between his parted thighs, pressing against his groin. Vander moaned appreciatively and continued to grind against him, digging his thigh into Kale's cock as he did so.

The room filled with gasps and panting frantic breaths as they rocked together on the couch.

“Van!” Kale shouted as the boy slid down and bit his neck roughly the ran his tongue over the abused flesh.

He retaliated by shoving one hand under the boy's sweatshirt and shirt and teasingly ran his fingers over one pert nipple. Vander cried out and humped against him with a short bark of pleasure.

Using the hand that was already under them, Kale pulled off the boy's shirts, leaving him bare-chested and flushed. Then he wiggled downwards and sucked one pink nub into his mouth.

“Yes! Oh!” Vander braced himself on shaky arms above his questing mouth, still grinding his hips.

Kale swirled his tongue around the nipple, gently biting and pulling it into his mouth before sucking hard on it. He pulled back and admired his work, eying the now-reddened skin then moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment.

The boy was panting above him, making almost tortured faces and throwing his head back urgently.

Kale stopped when he felt that he'd teased the boy enough, and he lay back, pulling him down onto his chest and hugging him fiercely, burying his face in the crook of one sweaty shoulder. “I missed touching you so much! I don't think I can stop myself if we continue, so let me know what you want to do.” He fought to slow his breathing as he squeezed his lover to him. Either way, whether they had sex or just stayed like this, Kale would be happy.

Vander seemed to be doing the same above him, trying to calm himself down and deciding on what he wanted. His head turned and lips were dragged along Kale's neck. “I think...I want you to take me...”

Kale needed no further prompting, and he stood up, bringing Vander with him and carrying him to the bedroom. They fell to the bed, bouncing playfully for a second, before Kale rolled onto his back, returning them to their previous position. He lifted his head to kiss again, but Vander stopped him.

“What's wrong?”

The blond paused, looking like he was trying to say something but didn't know how. “I don't think you understand...I want you to...take me.”

Brown eyes widened in disbelief. “Um...You mean, like...”

Vander nodded, a blush staining his cheeks.

“Are you sure about that? I don't want to do anything you don't want you.”

Vander sighed and sat up, straddling Kale's waist. “Look, I think it's safe to say I'll stop you if I get too uncomfortable. But I'm not saying it will be easy. I need to do this, okay? I need you to do this. Help me move on...Cause...You were right before. What you said...about me being afraid and...Well, it was true. I am afraid. You were also right about what Matty would want me to do...He would want me to love again.” He sighed unhappily. “I tried to picture what I would have done if it had happened the other way around. If I had died instead. I thought about Matty giving away his body but not his heart, and I admit, at first, I preferred it, but then I thought about how empty I began to feel inside, seeing so many guys but not becoming attached. I don't want him to...I mean, I wouldn't want him to do that. I'd want him to be happy. Move on. I think.” He shook his head. “No...I know.”

Kale watched the boy as he spoke and caressed his thighs softly. “Alright. Come here then.” Kale pulled the boy back down and once again pressed their mouths together. He didn't hesitate as he shifted them and rolled over, covering him with his body.

Vander tensed, but didn't stop kissing him. In fact, his kisses became more frenzied. Like he was trying to pull a response out of his body. Kale pulled away. “Van...I don't think you're ready for this yet.”

The boy almost clawed at his head, trying to pull him back. “No, I am! Please, just...Just keep kissing me!”

Kale resisted. “But...You've gone soft.”

And it was true. The hardness which had pressed so enticingly against Kale's own, was gone. Deflated from this new position.

“I know! But...I want to-! I need-!”

“Shhh...It's alright, I won't stop. But you need to relax. What are you thinking about right now? This very second.”

The blond's hesitation told him, and Kale knew the answer even before he spoke, voice soft and small. “Matty...”

“I figured.”

Vander looked up at him, apology in his eyes. “I'm sorry.” He turned away, ashamed. “It's not like I'm trying to think of him...I want to think of you. What you're doing...”

“Say my name.”

Vander blinked and looked up at Kale questioningly. “Why?”

“Just do it.”

A flicker of surprise flew across his delicate face at Kale's authoritative tone. “Okay...Kale.”

“That's it. Keep your eyes open, watch me, keep saying my name. Know that it's me here with you.” He slunk down the blond's bare chest and kissed his nipples again, looking up briefly to meet the boy's unsure eyes. “Say it.”

“Kale.”

He slid down another few inches and licked along his ribs, nibbling on the bone through the pale skin.

“Kale...” The voice was faintly breathless now.

He slipped lower and swirled his tongue around the small bellybutton, dipping into it and tickling the squirming youth.

“Kale! Stop that!” But he was giggling and his stomach muscles fluttered against Kale's mouth.

Kale sat back on his heels, rearranging Vander's legs so he was between them, and he reached for the boy's jeans, popping open the button and unzipping them. There was an intense heat beginning to radiate from between the boy's legs and Kale was pleased his arousal was returning.

He slowly peeled away the denim down those long legs, leaving his rather plain white briefs still on, and placed both hands on separate slim ankles, dragging them up the limbs to stop on shaking thighs. But the shaking was from excitement this time, not fear.

“Don't close your eyes. Keep looking at me.”

Blue eyes obediently cracked open and peered down at him from beneath lowered lids.

“Good.” He rubbed along the inner thighs softly, quirking a brow thoughtfully and tilting his head back up to the boy. “I thought you stopped shaving?” He asked, feeling nothing but smooth skin.

Vander smiled a little guiltily and shrugged. “Well, my arms yeah, but I like smooth legs...So I still shave them. Is that...alright?”

“Van, you can do whatever you want to. Although...I do like your naked legs. It's kinda naughty in a way. But only I can touch them.” He hadn't meant to sound so possessive, but it just came out that way. He cast a look down to Vander's face, to see how he reacted to his tone.

But the boy looked pleased. “I'd forgotten what that was like. Someone wanting me all to themselves.”

“Is that okay? Like, can I do that?”

“Yeah.” He gave Kale a crooked smile. “I like it.”

Kale felt a fresh surge of desire at Vander's indulgent look. He shifted back up and braced himself over the boy on both arms, just barely touching their hips together. “Say my name.”

“Kale...” It was a little trembly again.

Kale kissed him once. “Say you're mine.”

“Huh?”

He shook his arms, jostling the bed gently. “Say you're mine.”

“I'm...yours?” It was a question. Not a statement.

“Yes, you're mine. And I'm yours.” He shimmied down again and ran his tongue boldly over Vander's nearly-flaccid penis, hearing the boy's breath hitch. “Say it.” He slid his hand underneath one slender leg and lifted it, kissing the sensitive flesh of the inner thigh before licking down to the knee.

“Ah! You're m-mine.”

He bit the thin skin on the inside of the knee, bending the leg up to Vander's chest and nipping at the underside of his thigh. “And?”

“Oh! I'm yours!”

He attacked the other leg, nipping and suckling on the sensitive skin near his groin, but not touching his hardening cock, and biting at the sharp bones of his hips. “Say it again. With my name.”

“Uhn! I'm yours, Kale! I belong to you!” His voice was once again high and gasping, laced with need and want.

One look between his legs let Kale know that Vander was now fully aroused, erection straining against the thin cloth of his underwear. The blond writhed on the bed fitfully. “Please, Kale...”

He wanted to distract the boy while he prepared him, so he tugged off his undies and bared Vander's pulsing length. Without hesitation, he dropped down and took him in his mouth, sucking lightly.

“Uh! Kale! God yes!”

Kale used one hand to stroke the base as he swirled his tongue along the head, sucking and kissing the red tip. He took a second to wet two fingers on his other hands before returning his mouth to the insistent flesh before him. Relaxing his jaw, he took it as deep as he could, and while he wasn't nearly as talented as Vander, he heard the choked gasp above him and smiled around his mouthful.

“Fuck!”

While Vander tried to thrust into his mouth, he brought his wet fingers between the boy's spread thighs and pressed gently at the puckered ring there. It flexed against him and he slid one digit inside.

“Uhg!” The blond grunted harshly and pushed against his hand, taking him deeper.

Another finger joined the first and worked as one, stretching and preparing as Kale's mouth worked overtime to keep the boy's thoughts distracted. It didn't take much to get the boy ready for him and he removed his fingers slowly, abruptly sitting up and leaning over the side of the bed to grab a condom and some lube from his bedside table. Thank god he hadn't gotten rid of his supply when he thought his lover wasn't coming back.

Deftly, he tore open a package and took out the condom, unbuttoning his own pants and baring his throbbing erection, rolling it on quickly then descending on Vander again, who was starting to fall away from passion already at the impending thought of what was to come.

When Kale took him throat deep again, he arched back on the bed, almost sobbing in relief. “Yes! Kale, Baby! You're so good!”

And it was true, compared to their first time together, and Kale's first time period, the brunette had improved greatly in the bedroom. He learned it all from Vander of course, but he felt that only made it all the more intimate.

Not removing his mouth, Kale flicked open the bottle and poured a generous amount of the slick substance into his palm, dipping his fingers in it and returning them to Vander's entrance. He slid two fingers back inside as his other hand spread the remaining lube along his cock.

The dilemma was that Kale was still fully dressed and Vander was naked, but he was afraid if he took the time to strip, then Vander would lose his erection again. So he compromised, pushing his pants down to his thighs and lifting himself away from the blond's cock, then positioning his own and impaling himself in one fluid thrust.

“Oh god!” Long fingers gripped his shirt and bunched it in clenched fists.

It had been three long weeks for the both of them and they shuddered in unison, adjusting to the feeling of being one again.

Kale opened his eyes, checking to see if his lover was alright, and he was dismayed to see the tension on his face. He reached down and gripped Vander's cock, which was thankfully still erect.

“Van, open your eyes. Look at me.”

The boy did so, slowly focusing on Kale.

“Who am I?”

Blue eyes blinked at him. “Kale. You're Kale.”

“Good.” He gently stroked Vander, keeping him hard. “Can I move yet?”

“Yes...”

That was all he needed, and Kale pulled back, a firm grip on Vander's length, then thrust back in. They moaned together and slim legs came up and tightened around Kale's waist. Once settled, Kale lowered his chest so 'their hearts were touching' as the boy had said earlier, and kissed him. He figured that since he still had his clothes on and their skin wasn't actually touching, then maybe Vander wouldn't freak out.

No protest was made, and he took it as a good sign.

He rocked slowly into his lover's tight body, wringing gasps from his occupied mouth. “Are you okay?” He asked, barely moving his lips away as his hips continued their shallow rhythm.

Vander locked his feet together, trapping Kale to him, and brought shaky arms up to wrap around his neck. “Yeah...” His breathless voice warbled. “Just don't stop...Kale...” He moved for a kiss again, and they met, slick lips sliding over each other.

Kale couldn't have stopped now even if he wanted to. The heady feel of being close to his love once more was making his control slip and he fought not to go too fast too soon.

The careful thrusts were driving him insane though, and he had to pick up the pace or else he'd pass out. He broke their kiss and rested his forehead against the blond's chest. “Van...? Can I go faster?”

Vander, who was almost as lost as Kale, only whimpered faintly, squeezing his legs and nodding.

Kale raised himself up by a few inches and braced himself on his forearms, then he withdrew to the tip and plunged back in, deep. Vander shrieked and contorted off the bed into him, face tense with pleasure.

“Kale! Kale-Kale-Kale!” He began to chant hoarsely as Kale slammed his hips into him over and over.

“Oh god, you feel so good!” He whispered, trying to aim his thrusts where he knew the blond would like it most. He hit gold and Vander yelped out grunts and moans with each thrust.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes! Right there! Oh god! H-Hook my legs...over your shoulders!”

Kale didn't stop rocking his hips, but he managed to gasp out, “What?”

“My legs! On your shoulders! Ah!”

Kale had to pause, just for a moment, to brace himself on his knees, then rearrange the boy's limbs so his legs were hooked over Kale's broad shoulders, knees bent and feet against the sweaty back of his shirt. Then he planted his hands on either side of the boy and resumed his quick hard rhythm.

“Fuck yes! Kale! Oh yeah! Nnngh!” The new angle had Kale bottoming out with each plunge and Vander's muscles clenched around him as he thrust.

The blond was tossing his head back and forth, crying out nonsense words and back arching off the bed almost to the point of breaking.

Kale shifted to one arm and used his newly freed hand to reach between them and resume stroking the boy. His touch was rewarded with a violent buck, almost throwing him off, but he just thrust harder.

“Van...I'm close...Been too long...”

Vander didn't even answer, but his cock twitched in Kale's hand as he howled out his release, thick ropes of semen gushing out onto his pale heaving stomach.

“Oh god, I'm-!” The sight of his lover's orgasm undid him as it always had and Kale came as well, giving a few last desperate thrusts before he collapsed onto the body beneath him, legs still trapped between them and Vander's knees pressed up to his head. Kale noticed the enticing flexibility and decided to store away that information for another time.

Even through his hazed mind, Kale still had enough mental thought left to wonder if he should shift off, for fear of spooking his sated lover and ruining the moment. No protests were made from beneath and he could feel the deep gasping breaths making that slim chest contract and expand against his own. Debating for only a minute, he decided to move and halt any protests that might yet come.

As he shifted onto shaky hands and began to roll over, strong fingers inched across his back. “No. Stay.”

He let out a relieved breath, dropping back down and grinning like a loon against the blond's collarbone. “You sure?”

“Not really, but I like this. So stay.”

Kale did, after raising slighty to slip off the soiled condom and toss it somewhere on the floor carelessly, then bringing his full weight down and loving the way the boy seemed to ask for more of him. He slid down his body slightly and lay his cheek on the other's chest, listening to his heart's furious beating. His pants were still around his knees and extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't mind.

Vander grabbed a fistful of Kale's shirt and pulled at it. “I've never really done it with someone half-dressed before. That was kinda hot.”

Kale chuckled breathlessly. “You think so?”

“Yeah...Next time you get home from work or school, just bend me over the couch and fuck me with your pants still on. Oh god, now I can't wait. You'll have to give me my key back.”

Kale smiled, deliriously happy. “Yeah.”

Eventually, both their heartbeats slowed to normal levels and Kale shivered, his sweat-soaked clothes chilly in the cool bedroom air now that his body had returned to a normal temperature. He lifted himself off to grab his quilt and quickly shuck off his clothing, catching sight of Vander lowering his legs away from his chest, before laying back down on his side and pulling the blond close under the cover, now naked.

“So...uh...You're pretty limber. I don't think I've ever noticed.”

The boy in his arms smiled somewhat smugly and Kale watched as he shifted and lifted one leg out from under their sheet and tucked it behind his head.

“Holy shit...”

Vander giggled, lowering his leg back down, and Kale swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth.

“I was an acrobat when I was a kid. My mom had me enrolled in this kiddie-gymnast thing. She got a kick out watching me perform at the recitals.” He smiled faintly.

On my mother's grave...

The memory of the boy's words on their first night together rang through his head. Suddenly, he had to know if it was true. “Van, your mom, you said...Is she...”

“Her and my father were in a car accident when I was 10.”

“Oh Van, just like Matthew...I'm so sorry...” He held the boy tighter, wishing he hadn't asked.

Vander just smiled reassuringly. “Hey, it's okay. It was a long time ago, and it's not like I've had a bad life after their deaths or anything. I moved in with my Grandad who lived right next door, and he's a great guy. Loves me to death and never tries to change me. Plus he's got this awesome huge garage that he turned into a studio for me.”

"But you lost so many precious people from accidents. I have to tell you...that I think you're the bravest person I've ever met for being able to survive that. To still be the amazing person you are today." He spoke from the heart and watched as Vander's face grew gentle.

"Thank you, it means a lot to hear you say something like that. But you have to promise me something."

Kale would have sold all his possessions and moved to Antarctica if the boy wished it. "What?"

Vander's eyes became serious, yet his request was simple. "Always...drive safely."

His driving skills had already been compared to an old lady's but Kale nodded all the same. From now on, he would be the best driver in the whole city. Maybe he'd sell his car and buy a bike, but then Vander might feel mocked or something. "I will be the safest driver ever. I promise you that."

Though he could tell that his lover didn't relax at the statement, he nonetheless believe Kale, smiling happily at him.

They lay in comfortable silence, softly stroking and touching each other, then Kale had a thought. “Hey Van? Do you think, maybe, I could see some of your art sometime?”

“Oh yeah!” Vander exclaimed excitedly, making Kale jump in surprise. “Wait here a sec!” He tumbled out of the bed and ran naked from the room, face flushed in excitement.

Kale lay still, confused. “Uhhh...I didn't mean right this second!” He shouted after the boy.

There was some rustling in the other room and then Vander was racing back in, giving Kale a fantastic full-frontal view before he hopped back into the sheets and covered himself. It took Kale a moment to recover from the nudity before he realized that Vander was holding a rolled up sheet of paper out to him.

“What is it?”

The boy snorted and wrinkled his nose cutely. “Duh! Its a present, silly. Open it and see.”

Reverently, Kale reached out and took the offered paper, unrolling it carefully and surveying it's contents. His breath caught in his chest and he stared wide-eyed at it. “Oh my god, Van...That's...It's...me.”

On the page, in elegant charcoal sketching, was a perfect rendition of Kale, deeply asleep and unaware of the artist's actions. The precision and clarity of the portrait had Kale shaking his head in awe. It looked like a photograph. Vander was truly a superb artist.

“Do you like it?” Vander asked excitedly.

For a moment, Kale couldn't speak. It was just such a beautiful picture. “Oh...I do. It's so...God, It's fantastic! When did you do this?”

“That night I came to your apartment and took your virginity. It was the first one I did.”

“The first one?”

Vander smiled impishly. “Oh yes, you should see my studio. It's practically wall-papered with drawings of you.”

“I'd like to see it.”

The blond pursed his lips, thinking. “Okay. Do you want to go over tomorrow? It'll be Saturday and Gramps will be home. He'll want to meet you. He's been in such a state about me liking someone again. Concerned and all that parental stuff.” He shook his head mock-exasperated.

Kale grinned, feeling playful. “Soooo...You like me?”

Blue eyes narrowed above a naughty smirk. “You could say that...Do you like me?”

“Oh yes. Very much.” Loved was a better word, but Kale knew his lover wouldn't believe him, so he held it inside, knowing that eventually, he would be able to speak the truth freely.

The boy bit his lip very coyly and wiggled down into the sheets, managing to pose his body seductively. “How much do you like me?”

Kale shifted, crawling atop the blond and placing a gently kiss on his lips. “Very very much.”

In a flurry of movement, Kale found himself flipped onto his back with Vander atop him, knees on either side of his chest. His wrists were gripped and pulled above his head, pushed into his pillow.

“Prove it, stud.” Vander commanded, a seductive grin on his lips. “Let me handcuff you again.”

Kale was still exhausted from their earlier frenzied sex session and he paled at idea of going at it again so soon. “Uhhh...Right now?”

“Well, no. I don't have my cuffs with me.” The blond giggled. “I wasn't expecting things to turn out like this when I came over. But I'm oh-so-happy they did.” He lowered himself to Kale's chest and nibbled on his lips briefly before pulling back.

Kale craned his neck forward, trying to keep contact. As much as he'd enjoyed covering Vander with his body, dominating him and pounding him into the sheets, Kale couldn't deny the erotic thrill he got when the boy took charge of their lovemaking. Some part of him wanted to be told what to do.

And his nymph knew it.

“I guess we'll have to compromise then.” The blond slithered away, leaving Kale naked on the bed, staring hungrily at the boy's bare backside as he sauntered away, stopping at Kale's closet and rifling around inside. He hummed merrily as he pawed through the hanging clothes. “A-Ha! This'll work fine!” He turned and skipped back to the bed holding one of Kale's neckties. He brandished it excitedly as he climbed back onto Kale, still humming as he wrapped it around Kale's wrists, binding them together, and strung him to the headboard. He sat back to admire his work and Kale saw he was already getting another erection, heavy and resting on his stomach. Kale felt his own penis stir to life. “Alright, now we have three weeks of lost time to make up for and I want to get started right now. Think you can keep up?”

Kale grinned, biting his bottom lip and beginning to breath faster as his excitement grew. “Yes Sir!”


THE END


AN: See, when I said he never saw the BLUE-HAIRED boy again, I was stressing how when he did meet him again, Vander would be a different color! Hah! It's a game of semantics!

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