Chpt. 5- Guises Lifted
Blake shuffles his feet uncomfortably under Carl's gaze. Finally Carl moves across the small room to stand next to Blake a look down upon the pile of cloths on the bench.
"I guess I'll have to help you put something together out of this, since you obviously can't do it yourself."
Suddenly a hand on his shoulder Stops Carl's speech in mid thought as he turns to find Blake mere inches from him. Carl could feel the heat of his bare chest even through his cloths.
"What are you mmph…"
Carl's questioning was cut short as Blake quickly, lightly placed his lips on Carl's. To surprised to react, Carl's natural instinct took over. Slowly his eyelids closed and he began to lean closer, moving forward into…nothing?
His eyes snap open to find Blake, a shocked look on his face, staring at him and the turning away as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Blake, What???"
"You want to kill me now, I know it, but I couldn't help myself, we were finally alone and …and…"
Blake's words were cut off as he began to sob. Carl saw the state he was in more than heard it, 'he must be trying to not attract the girls,' Carl thought. Then the realization of the moment hit him. He grabbed Blake's are and spun him around to face him.
"You kissed me!?!"
"I know and you're gonna kill me, aren't you?"
"You couldn't be more wrong." States Carl
He raises one hand as if to strike then slowly brings it down to cup one of Blake's cheeks, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. Leaning forward, Carl Places his lips on Blake's this time. This kiss was strong and passionate unlike the last, the taste of Blake's' lips on his own as salty from the tears yet oddly sweet as well. He felt Blake's surprise fade as he weakened to Carl's forcefulness and finally give in and begin to kiss back. The feel of Blake's lips on his own was like that of velvet on velvet and was more amazing than he could imagine.
Pulling back from the kiss Blake looks deep into Carl's eyes, the glazed over look in the proving he wasn't the only one feeling this way. Suddenly the floor is pulled from under him as Carl pulls him down onto the bench.
"Ready for round two Mr. Gripling," the gleam in Carl's eye proved that he still had more mischief than he was admitting to but Blake's tosses aside the fact as the two boys lean in again.
Blake shuffles his feet uncomfortably under Carl's gaze. Finally Carl moves across the small room to stand next to Blake a look down upon the pile of cloths on the bench.
"I guess I'll have to help you put something together out of this, since you obviously can't do it yourself."
Suddenly a hand on his shoulder Stops Carl's speech in mid thought as he turns to find Blake mere inches from him. Carl could feel the heat of his bare chest even through his cloths.
"What are you mmph…"
Carl's questioning was cut short as Blake quickly, lightly placed his lips on Carl's. To surprised to react, Carl's natural instinct took over. Slowly his eyelids closed and he began to lean closer, moving forward into…nothing?
His eyes snap open to find Blake, a shocked look on his face, staring at him and the turning away as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Blake, What???"
"You want to kill me now, I know it, but I couldn't help myself, we were finally alone and …and…"
Blake's words were cut off as he began to sob. Carl saw the state he was in more than heard it, 'he must be trying to not attract the girls,' Carl thought. Then the realization of the moment hit him. He grabbed Blake's are and spun him around to face him.
"You kissed me!?!"
"I know and you're gonna kill me, aren't you?"
"You couldn't be more wrong." States Carl
He raises one hand as if to strike then slowly brings it down to cup one of Blake's cheeks, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. Leaning forward, Carl Places his lips on Blake's this time. This kiss was strong and passionate unlike the last, the taste of Blake's' lips on his own as salty from the tears yet oddly sweet as well. He felt Blake's surprise fade as he weakened to Carl's forcefulness and finally give in and begin to kiss back. The feel of Blake's lips on his own was like that of velvet on velvet and was more amazing than he could imagine.
Pulling back from the kiss Blake looks deep into Carl's eyes, the glazed over look in the proving he wasn't the only one feeling this way. Suddenly the floor is pulled from under him as Carl pulls him down onto the bench.
"Ready for round two Mr. Gripling," the gleam in Carl's eye proved that he still had more mischief than he was admitting to but Blake's tosses aside the fact as the two boys lean in again.