Sauli:

Minutes after, I was still panting and shocked at the pure pleasure I had felt, and we hadn't even had sex. It was a strange and unfamiliar experience, but I loved it. No girl had ever made my body react like that. I was speechless. Adam was still lying fully clothed on top of me, panting softly in my ear. The weight of his drained body pinned mine to the couch.

After finally coming down from the high and recovering some energy to move, Adam kissed my cheek, and his lips lingered there for a minute, brushing against me. I rested one hand on his back and gently raked the other through his sweaty hair. I felt him shift a little and he groaned, his hand touching his wet pants.

"I should fix this… mess," Adam muttered tentatively into my ear.

I chuckled softly at his embarrassment, "Bathroom's down the hall."

With quite some effort and groaning, Adam managed to lift himself off of me, careful not to hurt me. He quickly stumbled out of the room.

"Holy shit," I heard Adam's voice weakly exclaim from down the hall.

Confused, I called out, loud enough for him to hear, "What's wrong?"

"This is not a fucking bathroom. It's a spa!"

I laughed aloud, shaking my head. Oh Adam.

I remained flushed on the couch, still tingling everywhere. I realized the movie was still on, and turned that shit off. My hand shakily ghosted over my wet pants and I flinched as I made contact with my dick. It was still so sensitive. I could feel my underwear sticking to my skin, but I didn't care. I was tired enough to effectively ignore the discomfort and tightness.

After a few minutes, Adam came back out and stopped at the end of the couch, his face flushed and light. Immediately, I looked down at his crotch, and laughed again at the wet stain there. It wasn't that noticeable. Although, knowing exactly what that wet stain was made my stomach flip and made me momentarily lust for him again. I gave him a look.

Adam chuckled and rolled his eyes. His velvety, musical laugh rang throughout my head with an endless echo. I was intoxicated by this rare, gorgeous phenomenon.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up. It's not like you're any better off," he grumbled.

I looked down at my pants and then nodded at Adam. I felt somewhat embarrassed that he could see it, but there was no way I could hide it from him. Adam was right. I looked worse. At least he had cleaned up.

Adam smiled at me and then glanced out the window. His face immediately fell. It was getting dark. No…

"I should go," he said sadly, staring at the floor. "I'm already late…"

My eyes widened. "Please, stay," I begged, not willing to let him go back to that Hellhole.

I pushed off the couch and stood up too quickly in panic. I nearly fell over, still dizzy from that whole thing. Adam caught me by the waist before I toppled down flat on my face.

"Careful," he said gently in my ear.

I turned around in his protective arms to face him. I hugged him, pulling him close, and inhaled his delicious scent. His arms locked around me, securing me to him.

"Stay," I insisted into his chest.

I felt Adam's lips kissing the top of my head, before I heard his voice say, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Damn right you will. Stay," I repeated.

Adam sighed into my hair, momentarily warming my head. "You know I can't," he grumbled. "And your parents will be home soon, so…"

Damn. He was right again. My parents would never let him spend the night, but maybe I could just sneak him overnight…

"I know what you're thinking and no."

"Please?" I tightened my arms around him.

"So many complications that involve my father, I just can't stay." Adam stroked my hair, trying to reassure me. It wasn't quite working. "I'll be alright like always. Well, actually, that's a lie, but you know what I mean. I will see you tomorrow."

I knew I couldn't change his mind, but the thought of his father laying a filthy finger on him while I sat here in my comforting home just sickened me.

I let go of him and stepped back, staring into his eyes with worry. "We'll find a way to fix everything." I said wearily. Adam gave me a sarcastic look of doubt. I glared at him, determined "We will. But for now, just… hold on a little while longer, okay?"

Adam's expression turned into a heartbreaking smile. "…There's finally something to hold onto," he half whispered to himself, not looking at me.

Before I could respond to that, I heard an engine rumbling on my driveway. We both froze.

"Shit," I spat. "They're home."

Ugh. Now how was I going to get Adam out of here? My parents would blow a fuse and freak out if they saw him here with his "problem" on the front of his pants. And he couldn't just walk out of my room pant-less without alarming my parents.

Adam threw me a wild look. "Now what?" he hissed.

"Uh…" I droned, quickly flipping through solutions in my head. "Here," I took him by the hand and hurriedly pulled him into my closet. "Put this on." I chucked a random pair of jeans at his head. Adam caught it and stared at it.

"There is no way in Hell this is going to fit me, like at all," Adam quickly said.

"I'll change into them then," I said, remembering and feeling the sticky wetness on my denim covered groin.

I grabbed the jeans from his hands. I quickly unzipped my wet pants and pulled them down. Adam blushed and looked away, biting his lip, suddenly very distracted by my polo shirt. I paid him no mind, now was not the time. I could change my underwear later. I tugged on the fresh pair of jeans, and Adam's attention was on me again.

I heard the front door open downstairs, followed by the garbled voices of my parents. Crap. Think fast.

"How about a pair of shorts, would that work?" I suggested.

"Bare legs. Bruises. No." Adam gestured expansively at his clothed legs, starting to panic now.

I paced in the huge closet, thinking as fast as I could. I heard my dad call out for me.

"I got it! Take my textbook and casually hold it over the front as you leave. It should be big enough to hide it," I said as I rushed out of the closet and quickly rummaged through my room. "Just give it back to me tomorrow." I handed Adam the textbook. It was a stupid idea, but I had no time to think of anything else.

"Alright, since our other options aren't much better…"

We made our way to my locked bedroom door and halted. I turned to Adam.

I sighed, hating having to hide this, "Ready to just be somewhat of a friend of mine?"

Adam frowned, and his eyes looked dejected. "No…" he mumbled as he reached up and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I smiled sadly at him.

"Sauli, are you home?" I heard my mother call from the bottom of the stairs.

I took Adam's hand from my face and kissed it before dropping it.

"Coming," I yelled in reply to her as I opened the bedroom door.

Adam shot me a nervous look before he positioned the textbook on his crotch, trying to make it look as natural as possible as we made our way downstairs, slowly. When we neared the bottom, I saw my mom waiting there, looking off to the side, and impatiently tapping her foot. We stopped, still standing on the last few stairs.

"Sauli, I—" she cut off when she turned and saw Adam next to me. Her gleaming eyes narrowed. Her rudeness was getting on my nerves. "Oh… hello," she barely acknowledged Adam as he half-heartedly waved and nodded at her. She looked back at me with suspicion in her eyes. "I didn't know you had… company over. What were you doing up there?"

I glanced over at Adam's frozen face and then at his casually textbook-covered crotch.

"Um… Studying," I lied. It sounded like a question. Oh well, at least the textbook made my lie more believable. "But it's getting late, so… Adam's going home," I said lamely.

"Oh," she uttered simply, furrowing her brow. "Honey?" she called out for my dad, stalking off without another word.

That went better than expected. It was still pretty bad, but it was less hostile than last time. I gave Adam a look of relief. He let out a big breath. We quickly made our way over to the front door, and I was completely aware of the huge gap of space between us as we walked. I didn't like it. I wanted to be holding his hand; I wanted to feel connected to him through his warm skin.

I opened the front door for Adam extremely reluctantly. It was almost like I was encouraging him to go home and get beat up. I didn't actually want to let him out into the world. I wanted to keep him here all to myself because I was selfish and no one else deserved him.

We muttered very casual goodbyes and Adam gave me one last cautious look before turning and heading out the door. I watched him walk away for a minute, his longs legs and slim figure made him look graceful, especially since he wasn't limping. I just hoped he wouldn't be limping tomorrow. I resisted the urge to run to him and join him on his walk home so I could give his dad a taste of his own brutal medicine. As I stared at his retreating figure, I realized that Adam was really, truly mine. I might have a real future with this man, and I could certainly grow old with him, spending the rest our lives together. I smiled to myself as I closed the door.

My smile was smacked right off when I turned around and saw both my parents far behind me, with stern expressions plastered onto their faces and their arms crossed defensively. I hesitated. Uh oh, this was never a good thing.

My mother got straight to the point. "Sauli, we don't want you to bring that Adam over here again," she said, her voice firm with authority.

What? "And why the Hell not?" I asked impatiently.

"We think he is a horrible influence," My father sneered with a grimace, "We don't want you anywhere near him. Just look at him. He was wearing makeup and nail polish. I think he has some kind mental problem, that, or he's a filthy queer."

I was flabbergasted. I never knew my parents were this level of ignorant. And I actually used the word "flabbergasted" because I was so shocked.

"He does not have a mental problem!" I exclaimed, completely stunned by their stupidity. "He's a nice guy, and he's my friend!" Friend being a little inaccurate, but would I tell them we were dating after what they just said to me? Nope. Didn't feel like being disowned.

I stormed my way past them and started to head up the stairs when I heard my mother again.

"Sauli, we're your parents and we want what's best for you. You're forbidden from seeing him, except for at school where it can't be helped, but we'll be looking for a different school soon too. Anything to keep you safe," my mother said, losing patience with me. So apparently, what's best for me didn't include my happiness.

I opened my mouth to protest, but my father held his finger up and cut me off. "That's final. Don't bring him over, don't call him. If we find out you've been talking to him or her or whatever it is, we're done with you. Got it?" My father nearly growled.

How dare they? I was gripping the railing of the staircase so hard that my knuckles turned white. I couldn't blow up at them now because they'd know something's up. I didn't need any more of their goddamn suspicion now. I huffed out a sharp breath.

"Whatever," I said coldly, storming back up to my room. Tears flowed as I shut the door behind me.