Chpt 8-Beautiful Dreamers
Though it was difficult the youth made it through the limo ride without revealing newly discovered truths to their siblings. Upon ariving home, though, things did not go as planned. Entering the front door of the Gripling mansion the foursome was caught offgaurd by the barrage of questoins sent forth from Mrs. Gripling, inquireing how their trip to a "commoners shop" had gone. An eternity passed as Blake and Carl tried and failed multiple times at an escape from this tourture. Just as all punishment seemed to be coming to a halt, Courteny's brilliant mind decided to mention Blake's "odd" apperal for the evening bringing down still more questions and causeing and even longer wait for those who were involved.
Finally breaking away from the evil grasp of Blake's mother the two young boys made their way down a long and windy corridor ending in a large, elaboratly carved wooden door. Hurridly pushing the door open, Blake looked back to see the rather stunned look on Carl's face. For this room, unlike Courteny's mass of fo-fur and pink, was something that Carl Foutley might actually be able to live in. Though very much as lavish as his sister's, Blake's room appeared in this evening lack of light very dark and welcomeing to the slightly disturbed boy. The dark blues, silvers, and blacks that adorned the whole of this roomed twinkled mystieriously in the moonlight let in through the large window opposite the small boys bed. Altogether it seemed as if stepping into this room would give him the sense of stepping into a new dimension, one of danger and looming fear. Yes, Carl like this room.
Yet he had little time to take in all the detail of this room he would like to as a hand quickly closed around his wrist, pulling him inward, to the darkness of the room. Once there the door was shut softly and he himself was pressed back into the carved wood that now stood between himself and the hall without. Softly two lips pressed against his own as he felt two lilith arms snake their was up his sides and wrap around his neck to play with the short hairs that grew there. Cold chills ran up and down his spine as he wrapped and arm around the younger and pulled him closer. The kiss deepend until they could not hold their breath any longer. Pulling back, Carl looked on in curiosity as the younger boy looked back at him and a devilish grin spread across his face. Suddenly Carl felt his shirt lifted from his body and a cold rush of air press in aginst his bare midrift. Blake flashed his teeth at Carl in a manner not seen before by the boy causing him to smile as well. Suddenly, in the heat of the moment, Carl felt himself need more and reach out to, in a slightly less civilized manner, remove the upper garments of his young love. Quickly he lifted the other from the ground and relished in the feeling of skin against skin as he carried his love across the room.
Placing him gently on the bed, Carl gawked in aww at the beauty that had for so many years bee before him yet he had never taken the time to notice. Now bathed in the moonlight the pale skin of the young boy before him gave an angelic look to his body and caused him to glow ever so slightly. His mouth split into a grin as slowly, he lay himself in the bed as well.
Though it was difficult the youth made it through the limo ride without revealing newly discovered truths to their siblings. Upon ariving home, though, things did not go as planned. Entering the front door of the Gripling mansion the foursome was caught offgaurd by the barrage of questoins sent forth from Mrs. Gripling, inquireing how their trip to a "commoners shop" had gone. An eternity passed as Blake and Carl tried and failed multiple times at an escape from this tourture. Just as all punishment seemed to be coming to a halt, Courteny's brilliant mind decided to mention Blake's "odd" apperal for the evening bringing down still more questions and causeing and even longer wait for those who were involved.
Finally breaking away from the evil grasp of Blake's mother the two young boys made their way down a long and windy corridor ending in a large, elaboratly carved wooden door. Hurridly pushing the door open, Blake looked back to see the rather stunned look on Carl's face. For this room, unlike Courteny's mass of fo-fur and pink, was something that Carl Foutley might actually be able to live in. Though very much as lavish as his sister's, Blake's room appeared in this evening lack of light very dark and welcomeing to the slightly disturbed boy. The dark blues, silvers, and blacks that adorned the whole of this roomed twinkled mystieriously in the moonlight let in through the large window opposite the small boys bed. Altogether it seemed as if stepping into this room would give him the sense of stepping into a new dimension, one of danger and looming fear. Yes, Carl like this room.
Yet he had little time to take in all the detail of this room he would like to as a hand quickly closed around his wrist, pulling him inward, to the darkness of the room. Once there the door was shut softly and he himself was pressed back into the carved wood that now stood between himself and the hall without. Softly two lips pressed against his own as he felt two lilith arms snake their was up his sides and wrap around his neck to play with the short hairs that grew there. Cold chills ran up and down his spine as he wrapped and arm around the younger and pulled him closer. The kiss deepend until they could not hold their breath any longer. Pulling back, Carl looked on in curiosity as the younger boy looked back at him and a devilish grin spread across his face. Suddenly Carl felt his shirt lifted from his body and a cold rush of air press in aginst his bare midrift. Blake flashed his teeth at Carl in a manner not seen before by the boy causing him to smile as well. Suddenly, in the heat of the moment, Carl felt himself need more and reach out to, in a slightly less civilized manner, remove the upper garments of his young love. Quickly he lifted the other from the ground and relished in the feeling of skin against skin as he carried his love across the room.
Placing him gently on the bed, Carl gawked in aww at the beauty that had for so many years bee before him yet he had never taken the time to notice. Now bathed in the moonlight the pale skin of the young boy before him gave an angelic look to his body and caused him to glow ever so slightly. His mouth split into a grin as slowly, he lay himself in the bed as well.