My Beloved Shadow

Nick went to his room early, barely taking time out to eat dinner. He sat on his bed and rested there as a million and one thoughts drifted around. It was dark out and his grandparents asleep when he silently tiptoed out of his room and into the kitchen.
He took the bucket of vanilla ice cream from the freezer, and the two liter of root beer he keeps out on the counter. This particular mixture requires that the soda be room temperature.

He scooped ice cream into his tall glass, enough to fill it over half way. He put the bucket back in the freezer and moved back to the table. Nick pours the soda into the cup, stopping when foam starts to rise up. Whenever his father had been gone his mother would fix floats for both of them. He got to help more the older he got, until he was the one making them for his mother.
Their favorite thing had been to eat the foam as it rose, though you can’t technically ‘eat’ foam. Memories of all the hot summer afternoons he had done this with his mother flood his mind. He takes the foam off the top until it’s below the lip of the soda, then pours more soda.

Satisfied that there is enough soda in it, he puts the lid on and sets the soda aside. His mother had always liked scooping the ice cream with her spoon and dipping it into the soda. He had always stirred it together until it had a nice flavor. She would always laugh at him, calling him silly, and give his cheek a gentle pinch.

Nick sighs softly as he stirs the ice cream and soda together, the temperature of the soda melting the ice cream just enough so that it’s soft. He hadn’t done this since the last day he’d seen his mother. They had sat down like they always did, cups in hand, not talking about anything. They just sat there staring at each other, thinking.

His father had come home an hour later and they had gone out to do some shopping. He never saw them alive again. No one saw what happened, the accident had been on a country road. Just enough of a road to be paved, but country enough to be traveled very little. They had lived out of town. All they know is that the car went off road, down the long drop. No tire marks, nothing that said they had braked.

Nick is sitting there, thinking about his past, when he feels more than hears some one approach. He doesn’t have to turn around to know that it’s Michael, the way the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end speak clearly who it is. When Michael’s arms move to wrap around him he has the sudden urge to lean back, into Michael, but stops himself. He has to be strong.
He had come to a decision on the situation, but he needs to have some control, some strength of will, to speak the necessary words.

“You weren’t trying to hide from me, were you?”

“No, I’ve just been thinking.”

Michael laughs, “I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.”

“I have something I want to say.” Nick looks up at Michael, his expression serious. Michael nods his head and takes a step away, giving Nick room to stand.

Nick sighs softly to himself and stands, careful not to make a sound when he pushes the seat back. He feels suddenly nervous, a little scared. He had thought about it all day, thought about Michael. Nick had had the feeling all day that their would be no escaping Michael. That once he got his claws into someone he just wouldn’t let go, his appearance now affirmed Nick’s thoughts.
“I-If you keep it like last night, make it nice…”

This is harder than Nick had thought and the way Michael just stared at him, a slight smile, almost mocking, on his face didn’t help.
“I’m willing to do what ever you want, how ever you want it, if you treat me like you did last night. I won’t hurt anyone, so don’t ask, and you won’t get me to touch anyone but you.”

Michael moves closer until their bodies are touching, the smile growing.

“So, if I understood right, if I am nice to you you’ll willingly come to me? Any time I want you?”

Nick nods his head, “Anytime. You start being cruel to me and I promise I’ll find a way to kill myself.”

“Good enough.”

Michael closes the distance between them, claiming Nick’s lips, a hand behind his head draws him even deeper into Michael’s kiss. Nick lets himself melt into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist. He hated to admit it, but Nick had missed Michael, had missed the touches. Somehow Michael had managed to take over every aspect of his life in such a short time.
Michael draws away from the kiss and notices the cup Nick had been drinking from.

“What’s this?”

He picks it up and takes a sip, the smooth, thick liquid moving down his throat in a pleasant flavor.

“Mm, interesting flavor.”

“It’s a root beer float, my mother and I use to make them when it was hot outside.”

Nick says absently, divided between thoughts of his mother and the desires that are suddenly filling him with Michael so close. Michael takes another sip of the float and covers Nick’s lips with his own as he sets the cup back down on the table.
The cool liquid touches Nick’s mouth and he suddenly draws Michael closer, sucking at the liquid in his mouth. With his tongue he draws the float into his mouth, seemingly to try and eat Michael as well.

Michael cups Nick’s ass, squeezing it and grinding their groins together. The fabric of their pants make for an interesting sensation. Nick draws away, gasping for air and Michael grins like an idiot.

“Definitely tastes better the second time.\"


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I know their isn\'t much here, but Nick does come to a decision. I\'ve got more actual plots coming soon.