Chapter Two-Daniel Lynep

Daniel's hand snaked from his nipples and down to his fourteen year old dick. It nearly fit into his hand, but the head of it peeked out like a toe in a torn sock. In his mind, he was being molested by the stable boy. They were behind the stable, the horses' hooves drowning out all noise of their heavy moans and breathing, teenage sweat intermingled with the smell of rich manure. Jon's hand quickly unbuckled his belt, letting the muddy jeans drop to the floor with a thud. Daniel felt the cool, precum matted head of his dick poke at his ass. "You want me to fuck you?"

Daniel whimpered and grasped Jon's hand. It was cold, and felt tantalising when he guided it to his own member. "Yes," he croaked out, voice hoarse with lust.

Slipping inside with difficulty, Jon began to thrust in and out rhythmically. No one would know about this, not Jon's friends or his soon to be wife. And that sent Daniel wild. He came all over his chest before anything else happened. He lay there for a few minutes, savouring the feeling of post orgasm, before cleaning up. He filled the sink up with warm water and began to wash his maturing face. Dirty blonde hair styled itself into a messy nest on his head.

They were going to the Cullen's today, were the Lyneps, and to be honest, he didn't want to go. He wanted to stay and talk to Jon, hoping that behind his cold, straight exterior there was the slightest inclination of homosexuality. He wanted to examine the piece of paper he miraculously received from nowhere for the millionth time. He did not want to go to his parents' friends' house. Boring.

But he was being taken against his will. "This is basically a crime, y'know?" He mumbled to his mother who was preparing herself. Straight brunette hair framed her face perfectly.

"What is, Dan?" She rolled her eyes whilst applying a pale, pink lipstick.

"Taking me to the Cullen's. It's called murder! I'll die of boredom if I go, and who's the culprit?" He extended a hand to his mum, who chuckled. She planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving a mark of the love she had for him. He wiped away the lipstick smear with a scowl. He was in that "I hate everything" phase. "Where's dad?"

"Your father is already there. Don't give me that look, Dan; there's kids your age there."

He let out a groan and huffed towards the front door, "No one understands me!"

Lyssa had to listen to her son's transition from boy to man, and she knew that he was transitioning into a gay man. She could just tell; a mother has that instinct. The way he looked at poor Jon testified to that enough!

The car ride there consisted of Daniel staring out the window, lost in his hectic thoughts. What was he thinking about? thought Lyssa. She occasionally diverted her eyes from the tree lined road and glanced at her son. So pensive, just like his father. What was swimming behind those blue eyes? she thought.

Cullen Manor welcomed the duo too formally. Daniel didn't like it; he wanted to be greeted with a "hi" and then allowed to relax. Instead, he was scared that if he touched anything he'd receive an electric shock. His finger tentatively hovered over an elaborate vase, hoping to feel lightning, when a voice startled the skin off him. "Bang!" Edward sniggered at the boy's dire look. If looks could kill, the Cullen's would be rid of their fourteen year old heir.

"That's not funny. What if I smashed the vase on the floor by accident? Then you wouldn't be laughing." Daniel teased the teenager before him with a hand gradually approaching the pot.

Edward grinned, "Do it. I dare you."

He furrowed his brow, "Don't try to scare me. I will do it."

"I'm sure you will."

There was a pause, followed by the piercing sound of shattered value. Daniel watched the broken pieces of pot dotted around his feet, covering his mouth in shock. What had he just done? But before he could burst into tears, Edward beckoned for him to run down the corridor. Daniel looked to him, then back, then sprinted after the copper haired boy.

Edward led him outside, where the grounds extended gloriously over rolling hills and dense woodland. The sun beat down like a drum, glistening on the lakes, enriching the air with birdsong and bumblebees. Daniel was panting from the run, and gestured for his new friend to stop, "Can we...stop? I'm...not as...fit as you."

Edward chuckled and assured him that where they were going was not far. Somehow Daniel found the energy in him to listen; that had never happened before.

Ben and James watched their cousin emerge from the trees with a lithe boy in tow. Daniel eyed the two strangers indifferently, where they beamed at him.

"Boys, this is…?" Edward asked through silence his name, and he answered. "This is Daniel."

"Yes, we heard him, Edward," James responded, rising from the stone block. "I am James, and this is my brother Ben."

"And you're Edward," Daniel confirmed, smiling for the first time at him, whose heart warmed considerably. Daniel's smile was known to do that; his father said it had a magic to it that enchanted anyone who was lucky enough to be in its path.

"Edward Cullen, at your service," He bowed. Should he kiss his hand like they do in the movies? The decision was no, but he wanted to.

"Where the hell are we?" The newby enquired, surveying his surroundings. He was before a skeleton of pillars and arches, moss eating away at the exposed stonework. Ferns and plants made a living in the cracks of the slabs; it looked like an ancient temple reclaimed by nature. It was the setting for the first chapter.

Ben's plump lips edged upwards. He ruffled his short brown hair that was heating in the sun and responded, "We're at this weird place."

"Weird place, Ben? Really?" James rolled his eyes. His tall brother shrugged with a stupid grin on his face. "Where we are, Daniel, is a ruin."

"I guessed. Doesn't take a genius to figure that out."

James chuckled and pointed at Ben, "My brother, ladies and gentlemen."

Daniel and Edward continued to exchange glances at one another, sometimes accompanied by smiles, sometimes accompanied by a flutter in their chests. The four boys spent the summer climbing trees, hanging out at the ruin, running through the fields playing tag, egging each other on to swim in the lake. He found a second family in Edward, Ben and James. Edward's charm and adventurous nature resonated in him an attraction. An attraction similar to the one he had for Jon, yet also extremely dissimilar. With Jon, a transient desire to touch, and conjoin their bodies gnawed away at him. With Edward, an eternal desire to be around, to converse with, to make laugh, to laugh with, to smile toward, to be smiled at. Where with Jon he felt lust, with Edward he felt a desire to just cuddle under the stars. Of course, he'd never dare to ask him, or even hint at it. But a boy can dream.

Daniel dreamed for five years. Nineteen years of age and still hanging out with the boys, now men. His face had matured significantly since he first met them; Jane's nose had been copied and pasted, curved like a ski slope, Richard's eyes, studious, were inherited, too, but his lips were totally his own. Where those plump, slightly parted lips came from perplexed his parents. They were Edward's favourite thing to look at.

Chapter two! I deleted the original chapter two and replaced it with this because I feel like this one is much better. :P Please review! I love to know what you guys think. THANKS GUYS...