Please note: This is my first fic, period. I'm going to try and make it a good one, but please bear with me. Also, I have been influenced by other writers, and may use some of the same topics, but the plot ideas are all my own. -§teph
This story takes place after the first year of Eden Hall. They will have turned sixteen.
Adam's POV
I yawned, rolling over under the layer of heat that shrouded me from view. I heard my room mate, Luis, shuffling to get his school things together. He'd chosen early classes, so he could have the afternoon off. I slipped my head under the pillow, ending the racket, and drifting into a half-n-half state.
A knock on the door, I gazed at the clock. Luis was just about to leave. And sure enough…
"Oh, hi Charlie…I'm just leaving, and Banks is sleepin' his life away…Maybe you can wake him up." Luis could be really nice, when he wasn't talking about which girl he thought looked better, or getting defensive if we disagreed.
"Thanks, Luis."
He sauntered to the side of my bed; I hid under the pillow, and listened to the door close. I could feel him sit; the bed favored that side. He lifted the pillow, smiling down at my ruffled appearance. I pretended to sleep, burying my face further into the sweet-smelling sheets. He appeared to snort, from what I could hear. He put the pillow back over my head with a chuckle, and pulled the throw-blanket off the bed. He stood up, as I shivered, crumpling it triumphantly in his hands.
My extremities involuntarily reached for the blanket, although I was still supposed to be 'asleep'. He laughed, as I shifted my visage out from under the pillow, mocking anger in his direction.
"Aww…C'mon Charlie, I was having the best dream, too."
He sneered, rolling his eyes playfully. He moved towards the door, locking it. I fell back against the pillow, my eyes feeling as if they had heavy weights on the end of them. He sat next to me, his voice sultry, to match the touch of his forefingers against my shoulder.
"Charlieeee…" I moaned, though I was really enjoying the massage.
"Adaaaaaam…" He mimicked, grinning.
I opened my eyes, feigning exasperation. He laughed, his smile reigning from ear-to-ear. I couldn't help but smile too, in between yawns. Clad in only pants, I shifted, pulling him to lie beside me. He put his head on my chest, and I could feel his cheek against my bare skin. His linguist was smooth, and casual when he spoke.
"Cakey, y'know…I don't think I could live without you."
Suddenly, caught aloof, I had no counter. I didn't know how to reply, and I hoped he wouldn't sense this. I said something off the top of my head.
"I love you, Charlie." I meant it when I said it, but my hands got clammy, and my heart skipped a beat. He'd said it many times before, and he'd meant it. It was like he seemed to expect me to reply "I love you too." But each time, my words faltered, and I just couldn't say it. I meant it, now.
He smiled.
Sure, it was smile-worthy, but was it -…
He leaned over me, his lips enveloping mine in a passionate kiss.
…But was it kiss-worthy? Apparently so!
My eyes closed, caught in the moment. I grunted in pleasure, and next thing I knew, Charlie was over me. He straddled my half-clothed body with his elbows, and knees. His 'kisser' tainted my cheek, sailing gingerly down my cheekbone. As if he'd gotten bored with my visage, he shifted swiftly to my throat, sucking and nipping down my gullet. I arched my back into his caresses, his digits slithering under me, to the gap between my shoulder blades. He was exaggerating his movements, leaning back on his haunches, as his labrum dusted over my full-frontal. I quivered, he was becoming too erotic for this time of day, in this place. My digits, at the nape of his neck, pulled his dial back towards my face. Beads of sweat were collecting across his forehead, as well as my own. I brushed them away carelessly with the back of my appendage. His talons moved, to cup my cheek, sensing my reasoning for halting him.
"Say it again..." He nearly ordered, his breath erratic, and his vocals hoarse. I smiled, gaining confidence.
"I love you."
He shrouded me again, his tongue dancing circles around mine. Wow! Three words, eight letters, one phrase…so much happiness. I'm glad I said it, but he had to back off, now.
"Charlie. Charlie, stop." I managed, gasping for air between the fervent busses. He looked at me, as if I had said the unthinkable. For some one as hotheaded as Charlie, I'm sure I had. "Charlie," I continued, my breathing steadying, "Not here. It's not…romantic enough."
He still didn't seem satisfied, so I went on. "I want it to be special."
He knew very well what I was talking about, and now seemed contented with this answer.
The bigots think relationships like this are all about intercourse, and pleasure…well, they're wrong. It's not like that at all! Especially since neither of us can intercourse. Pleasure, well, yeah…but not that way. Gay relationships are totally normal, and maybe it's just me, but they seem to function better than the traditional 'boy-girl' relationships. Like I said, maybe it's just me.
He rolled off me, the front of his shirt soaked with a light coating of perspiration. My chest was gleaming, likewise. I tilted my head back, relieved. He ran a hand through his hair, and then fondly through mine, looking at the clock. "Okay, Banskie. If you say so." I could tell he was sort of dissapointed, it was obvious we'd have had time, but that's not how I pictured it. That's not how I wanted it.
He observed his state, a mock-blameful expression thrown my way. "Now, look what you made me do!"
I grinned, getting out of bed for the first time that morning. I decided tentatively, to bring up the subject. "Do you think Julie will keep it quiet?"
"Who cares? They're going to find out sooner or later."
There was something in the way he said it that made me uneasy.
"What do you mean, Charlie?"
"I mean that they're not blind, and that we'll have to tell them some day."
I nodded, somber, now.
"I guess you're right. But, do you think she'll tell?"
"No, Julie's always kept her word to me."
I sighed, looking out the window of my dorm. Charlie smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Say it again, Banskie."
I smiled, too. "I love you, Charlie Conway."
