I really hope that's all the smut. Hahah I think the story is completely censored now. I think.. I hope.. Ahhh okay, here's the censored version of this chapter! =DD
Saturday finally arrived after three boring days of school and work.
My excitement had been too much, causing each day to drag by as slowly as possible much to my dismay.
But today is my long awaited date with Claude.
Standing in my steamy bathroom, I extract my glass scale from it's hiding place behind the toilet.
I lay it on the tile floor of my bathroom, before tapping it with my foot to activate it.
When four zero's settle onto the digital screen, I step on doing my best to remain still as it calculates exactly how fat I am.
The scale thinks for a moment.
The longest moment of my life.
'120.0lbs'
Disappointment washes over me as I stare at the number. Last I checked I had been one hundred and ten pounds..
'A ten pound gain...'
Sighing, I step off the disappointing machine, placing it back into it's hiding place.
Fresh from the shower, all I have left to do is get dressed and wait for Claude to arrive for our date.
Grabbing my grey towel from the bar it hangs over, I wrap it around me and quickly exit the bathroom.
Closing the door to my room, I rush to my closet and pull out a blue V-neck and dark blue jeans.
Looking over my cardigans I decide to borrow a jacket from Ciel, knowing he had much warmer ones than I do.
After checking myself in the mirror, I head out to Ciel's room.
His music blares loudly, vibrating the door as I knock loudly.
The door opens a few inches, Ciel stands a little over a head shorter than myself, his blueish hair disheveled, wearing just a T-shirt and boxers.
'His eyepatch..'
I rarely see Ciel without his eyepatch, I can't help but be surprised upon seeing his naked eye. His dead eye is closed, an unsightly, thick, white scar runs from his eyebrow to the bottom of his eye socket. It takes me a moment to collect myself and recall why I knocked in the first place.
"Can I borrow a jacket?" I ask, knowing that although Ciel was shorter than myself, his would fit as they were almost always too big for him.
"Yeah hang on."
Ciel disappears into his room, his music still blaring full volume.
I press my wrists into my hips, nervous he would see my own scars no matter how faded they had become.
Ciel returns a few moments later holding out a black jacket. Taking it into my hands, I hold it up before realizing it's a band jacket.
"Oh Pierce the Veil." I smile at my little brother, he has always been into rock music, even as a child.
"Yeah, I know you like them too so..." A smile pulls at the corner of Ciel's mouth as I slide the jacket on and zip it up.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"No problemo, bro." Ciel closes his door, the sound of his music only slightly muffled by the action.
"Sebs, are you going out?" I look up to see my Aunt walking towards me, her red hair pulled back with clips, sporting a white ruffled top and black slacks.
"Uh-huh, remember? Claude and I have a date today."
"Oh that's right, I forgot. Well, be safe, have fun and call me if you need anything. Don't get arrested." She smiles at me, her teeth looking far too white against her red lipstick.
"Of course not."
My Aunt watches as I leave before knocking on Ciel's door requesting he turn his music down 'ever so slightly'.
As I bounce down the stairs of our apartment, Claude texts me and let's me know he's out front.
I had yet to give him the code to the building, so he was forced to wait out front in the cold. It's not that I didn't trust him with the code, as I just never remembered to.
Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, I grab the golden door handle only to be greeted by a smack of icy wind. A shiver overtakes my body as I pull the black sleeves down over my hands.
"No gloves, scarf or anything warmer than that?"
Claude steps out in-front of me wearing a black trench coat with a white scarf, his hands hugged by black mittens, he looks far warmer than me.
'He looks.. really.. cute in that..'
It was a little strange for me to see Claude in something other than his usual jacket, fingerless gloves, jeans, shirt combo.
But than again, I'm not too terribly adventurous in my wardrobe either.
I can't help feeling underdressed as I take in exactly how cold it really is outside.
'I should really get me a coat like that.. Looks warm..'
Claude extends his hand to me, snapping me out of my daze I step down the two little stairs to the sidewalk and take his hand.
"To the train station!" Claude announces dramatically.
"To Uwajimaya's!" I counter in an equally dramatic voice.
Staring out the train window, I watch the darkened tunnel walls pass by.
Claude sits beside me on the metal seat which have what is possibly the smallest cushion in all of existence.
I can see his reflection in the glass, the piercings in his ear shine against the bright lighting of the train, I can't help being curious as to what caused him to get so many.
'I wonder.. if he's pierced anywhere... else..'
The robotic announcement over the train's intercom pushes the perverted thought from my head.
"Now entering; International District China Town station. Doors to my left."
Claude and I stand, holding onto the railing as the train slowly comes to a stop. The tan doors slide open with a high pitched 'ding' allowing Claude and I to exit.
We cross the cement platform to a long cement staircase.
'My legs hurt just looking at that.'
Considering I stand all day at work, climbing long staircases wasn't exactly my forte.
However this is far beyond worth it.
Claude and I climb the staircase in silence, I'm excited to see this bookstore he had told me about.
Once we reach the top of the stairs, Claude holds out his hand to me which I gladly accept. I love holding hands with Claude, I love having a point of contact in general.
Staring around in awe, I take in our surroundings building by building.
Two large glass buildings sit on my right completely out of place, to my left is an entire block of just one building with various shops.
Signs sit in the windows of the businesses, some are in English voicing that they're seeking to hire somebody, others are in Asian characters of unknown origin possibly just reading the same thing as the English sign.
Claude and I walk hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, busses, taxi's and cars pass by us, reminding us that it's nearly impossible to escape the sounds of traffic in Seattle.
'Without going as far as Snoqualmie that is..'
"This is so cool!" I exclaim as I look around at all the different types of architecture.
Claude smiles, giving my hand a light squeeze. "I'm glad, I figured you'd like it here."
Nodding, I see Uwajimaya's come into view. A large, 3-story, tan bricked building, it definitely appeared as big as Claude had described.
A cold wind slices through the air, freezing my already red nose.
I use my free hand to pull my jacket closer to my neck, I won't allow the coldness of this day to ruin the experience.
Claude and I cross the small street, the crosswalk already counting down to zero as we reach the other side.
Gripping the black, metal door handle, Claude holds the door open for me as the smell of food swiftly wafts itself into my nose.
"The food court." I mutter as Claude steps in behind me. We find ourselves surrounding by food stands. Ramen, Sweets, Crêpes, and burgers are offered from the various food bars. White tables with a few hungry customers fill the middle causing general traffic to walk around.
"This is so cool!" I exclaim as I follow Claude past all the food bars.
"The bookstore is just over here, did you wanna see the grocery area or just the bookstore?"
"I want to see it all, this is amazing! I wish I had known this was here!"
Claude laughs as we finally make it past the food stalls, crossing the hard flooring to the large wooden entrance of the bookstore.
"Haven't you lived in Seattle your entire life?"
"Yeah I just.. never really had a reason to venture out to China Town or anything."
The bookstore is surprisingly noisy. A two-level bookstore, bookcases filled with both manga, and general literature line the walls and middle area, as well as panels selling trinkets and action figures. A few signs above the bookcases dictate whether the books in that area are in English or Japanese, while everything else seems to be in English.
"Oh I can already tell we're going to be in here for a long time." Claude laughs as I immediately begin looking through the long aisle of manga.
"Sorry, I won't take too long!" I laugh as I pull a manga from the shelf.
An hour has passed since we've entered the bookstore. Scanning the movies I finally find what I've spent forever searching for.
"Hey, Claude look at this!"
I hold up an anime movie, Claude pulls a face before crossing his arms and smiling.
"Anime?"
"Yeah! I haven't been able to find this anywhere! It's such a good movie!"
I flip the DVD over, reading the summery on the back before beaming up at Claude who now has his back to me, digging through a bin of cell phone charms.
"Buy it then, we can watch it at my house if you want." Claude grabs something from the bin, hiding it in his hands as he turns to face me.
'Claude's house? With his parents? And his brother?'
The thought of meeting Claude's parents makes me a little nervous, my stomach does flip flops as I nod my head.
"Yeah that sounds great."
Looking down at the movie in my hand, excitement courses through me once more. I hug it against me before casting a glance to the short line at the register.
"You ready?" Claude questions.
"Yeah."
After Claude and I check out, we take back to the cold streets again. I clutch the small grey bag containing my DVD in my hand while my other hand intertwines with Claude's.
Today has been such a good day so far, I was finding myself really enjoying the time I spent with Claude. The way he smiled at the ridiculous things I say and the way he laughs at my strange actions.
'Especially the way he brought me to China Town regardless of his low interest in this sort of stuff...'
Claude stops suddenly, digging into the deep pocket of his coat he extracts a small trinket.
"Here, I got this for you." Claude thrusts the trinket at me which I take, curiosity swimming through me.
Upon closer inspection I can see it's a purple cell phone charm, a small grey cat figurine dangles from a string as well as a few stars and a small silver bell.
"I got one too, it's green."
"Thank you.. But you know you didn't have to do that.." I smile up at the taller boy who blushes, looking away sheepishly.
"Yeah well I wanted you to have something from me."
Looking up from the ground, he glances at the shop beside us.
"Hungry?" He questions suddenly, changing the subject as his brown eyes meet mine again.
I can't help but smile at my embarrassed boyfriend. Claude almost always acted so tough, but is really very sweet.
After lunch, we explored China Town for a few more hours before deciding the head back to Claude's house.
A short train ride back into the main part of downtown, and a bus to Claude's neighborhood took around forty five minutes since traffic in Seattle is essentially unescapable.
Claude holds my hand tightly as we walk uphill towards his street. Nervousness wells inside me causing my heart to pound wildly in my chest. I could tell Claude was nervous as well.
'How will he introduce me? What will he say? Will they like me?'
"Don't worry." Claude smiles down at me as we cross the quiet street. Houses line the road, beautiful houses that belonged in a magazine.
"I'm not worried.." I lie as I glance around at all the perfectly manicured lawns.
"Yes you are, you always get this special frown on your face when you're nervous."
My frown deepens, a blush spreading over my face.
"How do you know that?" I ask defensively as we walk up the stone walkway to a two-story modern looking house.
"I just know, Jeez."
"Are you sure they won't mind.. You know.. Me just coming over?"
Claude frowns, before meeting my gaze.
"My parents are really busy, they hardly notice when I'm even home. I doubt they'll care."
Claude digs in his pocket, the sound of key's rattling echo's under the porch as he finally digs his key out and unlocks the door.
Pushing the door open, Claude and I step inside. My heart pounds even harder, vibrating my ribs as I take in just how beautiful his house really is.
The floor is a dark wood, the walls painted an olive green. A staircase heading to the second level sits off to my left with framed photos along the wall. Directly in-front of me is a short hallway leading off to other portions of the house. I have only seen a small portion of the house and it had already managed to charm me.
"You're house is... beautiful." I half whisper, nervous that his parents or brother would randomly appear.
"Thanks, let me introduce you to my parents then we can go up to my room."
'Claude's room? His bedroom? Where he sleeps?'
Claude releases my hand as I follow him down the various hallways in this maze of a house.
I begin to worry that my stutter will return, the nervousness welling up inside me reaches it's peak. I want to run away, I want this feeling to dissipate but I know this has to happen eventually.
We reach the end of the long hallway, Claude raises his hand and knocks on the thick white door to my left.
There's a short silence, followed by a woman's voice who I presume is his mother.
"What is it?"
"It's me, Mom. Can I open the door?"
"Sure, honey."
Claude twists the silver handle, revealing an office. Directly in front I can see a large dark wood desk, a pretty woman with wavy black hair sits on a black computer chair. An enormous book open in front of her with a laptop and a yellow notepad beside it. She twirls a pen between her fingers as her brown eyes fall on us.
"Oh, Claude you didn't tell me you were bringing a friend over."
She sounds tired as she waves to me.
"Hi, I'm Veronica, Claude's mom. And that rude man back there is my husband Dave."
I look past Claude, finally seeing another desk outfitted with five separate monitors all going at once. A man with the same inky black hair as Claude in an olive green dress shirt sits at the desk with his back to us, his hands rapidly typing on the keyboard in front of him.
Raising my hand, I nervously wave back.
"H-Hi.. M-my name is S-Sebastian." A blush forms on my cheeks as I stutter out my hello.
"Dad?" Claude calls expectedly.
His dad grunts, never looking up from the monitors. I can't help but feel a little intimidated by his father, he didn't seem to terribly keen on company.
"Dad could you do me the glorious honor of looking at me please?" Claude sounds frustrated now, his dad finally spins his computer chair around, crossing his arms as he stares at us.
"Okay, I have something to tell you both."
Veronica looks up from her book, watching Claude curiously as he takes a deep breath, balling his hands into fists.
Exhaling, Claude intertwines his fingers with mine and looks to both of his parents.
"Mom, Dad, I'd like you two to meet my boyfriend, Sebastian."
My heart slams into my chest, I begin to shake causing Claude to squeeze my hand reassuringly. Looking down at me, he smiles.
His parents both stare at us wordlessly, their mouths hanging open as their eyes grow round.
"I just wanted to introduce you guys properly." Claude begins to fidget with his scarf, his face growing red.
His mom is the first to speak, clearing her throat before she does so.
"It's nice to meet you Sebastian.. As Claude's friend or boyfriend. It's still a pleasure."
"Boyfriend." Claude's dad laughs, a frown on his face.
Claude doesn't seem amused, turning to his dad he makes a retort.
"Yes, dad I'm gay. Sebastian is my boyfriend, I know this is probably hilarious for you."
His dad stares at him for a moment before shrugging.
"Hey sex is sex, good for you, son." Dave spins around to face his computers again.
"DAVE!" Veronica tosses her pen across the room nailing Dave in the back who laughs in response.
"Jeez woman take a joke!"
Dave stands, walking over to us he extends his hand to me.
"Gay or not he's still my son, you be good to him got it?" I shake the man's hand, his vice grip causing my hand to ache as his bloodshot blue eyes bore into mine.
"Yes, sir..." I whisper, a little afraid of his dad.
"You're a little shorty huh?"
"DAD! That's not funny!" Claude shouts, a blush still heating his face.
My own face burns from the remark, standing at 5'5" I was painfully aware of my short stature compared to other guys my age.
"Just givin' him a hard time. I'm only joking."
Claude lets out a groan, his dad finally releases my hand leaving a weak, pulsating pain.
"We're gonna go watch a movie in my room."
"No sex in my house!" His dad calls out, causing Veronica to yell his name again.
Shutting the door, Claude leads me away from the office and back towards the front of the house.
"Sorry about that. My dad's a little weird."
Claude smiles at me as we climb the staircase. I still felt nervous despite being away from that strange situation.
Upon reaching the top of the staircase, Claude guides me down another long hallway to the last door on the right. Opening the door he steps inside and begins removing his coat and scarf.
His room is enormous.
A royal blue painted room, rectangular with a vaulted ceiling. Windows line the wall in-front of me, the view hidden by closed blinds. To my left resides a large bed adorned with a black comforter and blue sheets. Band posters cover the walls, various metal bands, some I like and some I don't even know.
My heart begins to race as I continue to look around his room.
A cherry wood computer desk rests at the foot of his bed against the wall, a MacBook residing on-top of it as well as what appeared to be a sketch book and multiple pencils.
I take a few more steps into the room as I look to my right. A black leather couch rests against the wall in-front of the row of windows.
Across from it is a mounted flat screen, various cords running down it leading to an Xbox which sits on the floor surrounded messily by video games.
His closet door is shut, a small pile of clothes building in-front of it.
"Jeez, your room..." I trail off as I continue looking around.
"My parents.. They go a little overboard sometimes."
I shake my head, looking back to Claude who now wears a green T-shirt and blue jeans.
"Most kids in your situation wouldn't even be working.." It slips out before I can stop it, a blush crosses my face but Claude just laughs.
"I want to make my own money, gain some responsibility you know? Not leech off of them, especially since I'm almost eighteen."
"When's your birthday?" I ask curiously as Claude closes the door to his room.
"Two days before graduation, the third of May."
"Oh, I don't turn eighteen until the sixth of June."
Claude extends one gloved hand, pointing at the bag in my hand containing the DVD.
"Let's pop that in, afterwards I'll take you home if you want."
Smiling, I nod at the tall, inky haired boy before handing him the movie.
'And to think, he's this composed after coming out to his parents.. I was a raging mess when I came out to my Aunt and Ciel..'
Claude unwraps the DVD, popping it into his Xbox before grabbing a controller and looking at me.
"Sit, my couch doesn't bite or anything."
I shift uncomfortably before taking a seat in the middle of the couch.
My exhausted body immediately melts into the cushions which feel like clouds.
We had walked nearly the entire day, leaving my body a little sore and my muscles completely spent.
Claude takes a seat to the left of me, leaving the rest of the couch empty as he starts the movie.
Turning off his controller, he tosses it to the other side of the couch before sliding his hand into mine.
By the time the movie has ended, his room is dark aside from the soft glow of the TV.
The credits roll over the screen as a calming song plays in Japanese.
"That was actually pretty good." Claude turns to me and says.
"It's one of my favorites, I love it." My eyes meet his, drawn in immediately.
"When do you want to leave?" I ask, our eyes unmoving from each others.
"After."
"After what?" I ask, confused.
Claude squeezes my hand before releasing it completely.
"This."
He puts his hand on the back of the leather couch, his other hand pushing into the cushion.
His lips meet mine in the near darkness of his room.
I melt immediately, kissing Claude had quickly grown to become one of my favorite pastimes.
Claude pushes me onto my back, our lips never break contact as he hovers over me. Lowering his body he presses against me.
Slipping his arm under me, he arches me into him as his other hand slips under the back of my head, holding my lips against his as our tongue explore each others mouths.
His body feels hot against mine, hard and strong, powerful.
It feels perfect, I want to touch it, I want to feel him.
My hands slide over his back before gripping his t-shirt. My heart pounding into my chest, I have never been so turned on in my life.
Claude pushes his hips into mine again, grinding himself against me as his lips move from my mouth, grazing over my jaw bone and down my neck.
My entire body is electrified, alive with Claude's touch.
It leaves me wanting more.
Unzipping my jacket, he slides it off of me, his lips immediately meeting my collarbone as his hands pull eagerly as the collar of my shirt.
Moving his hand from my thigh, he leans into me again, his hand sliding to the button of my jeans.
"Claude wait, wait."
He pauses, his eyes meeting mine.
I'm embarrassed, but I know I have to tell him.
"I don't want to.. just yet.. I'm not ready.."
I turn my head away. It isn't so much that I wasn't ready as it is that I'm scared.
'Not to mention, I've never seen a dick other than mine.. Porn has never graced my computer.. What if mine is weird or something?'
His head drops slightly, he places a light kiss on my cheek before turning my head to meet his gaze.
"It's okay, I can wait."