Mimicking a painter,

I stroke this brush,

To blossom the black flowers of emptiness,

In a meadow of namelessness,

In the middle of nowhere.

I outline shapes as a sculptor,

Angular, taunt, and jagged,

To spread the pain,

Of this dimensionless shadow

The brush dashed paint unto the void,

Splashes of grey, purple, and blue,

They all morph into black, shapeless figures,

Which spin around me.

And take me under.

My fingers became feeble and they dropped the pencil as a tear dropped on the notebook page.

"Come on Seth," I whispered to myself.

With weak fingers, I closed the notebook and dropped it somewhere on the floor next to the side of my bed. It was tiring feeling like this, feeling like my heart has been hollowed out and replaced with agony. There was no more blood pumping through my veins. Instead, it was liquid fire burning my veins and it spread throughout my body until it reached my soul, which was burned so much by the liquid fire that I was sure that it was black.

"Are you okay?" his deep husky voice asked as his fingers softly brushed the tear from my eye.

I forced a smile on my face. "I'm okay,"

He raised one of his eyebrows in speculation.

"Come on now Seth, just tell me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing Jacob, it was just a poem I wrote." I sighed.

"Not the poem, the tear." He pressed.

"There was no tear." I lied as I covered my face with my pillow. Every time I lied I would smile and give it away.

"You're so full of shit." Jacob chuckled as he wrestled with me to get the pillow off of my face.

"Ah ha!" Jacob exclaimed when he saw my smile and held my arms down with one hand while he tickled me with the other. I twisted under his mammoth frame and kicked at him.

"Get off me." I snickered.

"Not until you feel better."

"I do feel-" I couldn't finish talking in between laughs and convulsions.

"What? What do you feel?" he taunted.

After thirty more seconds of tickle torture and me kicking at him he finally stopped and his hand caressed my face tenderly.

"You know that I love you, right?" Jacob asked as his face neared mine. He smirked as my heart started to race and the blood was rushing downwards.

"Of course, just like I love you."

Both of his hands held my face as his moist lips connected with mine. His hands were rough, but soft, holding me like I was delicate, as if I was worth something. The feeling of his tender lips against mine forced more blood to rush to my now throbbing cock. His tongue opened my lips and he sucked on my tongue and licked my lips.

My hands rubbed his back and trailed downward to his muscular ass, which I grabbed and grinded his hard crotch with mine. His hands started to fumbled with his jean zipper.

He ripped the front of his jeans off and kicked off his jeans while I kicked off mine.

"I'll fuck all your worries away." Jacob whispered hotly in my year. His tongue traced my earlobe, making me shiver. He ripped the boxers off of me and turned me around on my stomach. I felt his hot meat slap against my ass and then slip in between my cheeks.

"Jacob, Seth, it's your turn to go on post, get down here!" Sam's deep voice yelled up to my window.

"Damn!" Jacob hissed as he lifted himself off me and pulled up his jeans.

I sighed.

The story of my life.