ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
AU, OOC. And a serious smooching session. :D
Hey, guys! This chappy is mostly about Kyle. I told you that I won't go easy on him. And it's only just the beginning.
Hope you'll like the scene in the end. I'm sure everyone was waiting for something like that.
Okay, enjoy the chapter!
The next day the pair visited Kyle; the boy was sleeping peacefully in his bed. Dean was holding his hand and was caressing the white skin. The man couldn't have enough of the angelic sight: Kyle was beautiful, even when he was sick. Harry and Sam stepped into the room, causing Dean to look up and smile in greeting.
"How is he?" Harry asked, hugging the man.
"His system is reacting to the treatment" Dean answered embracing his friend with his free arm.
"And you?" Sam asked worriedly. His brother had faint circles around his eyes, which showed a slight amount of pain.
"Sleeping in a chair is not a comfortable habit" Dean shrugged. "Plus, they found several bite marks and bug bites on his body. I can't even imagine how he got them."
"Well… we know…" Harry whispered. Dean looked at him confused, but the pair knew he had a bad feeling about all this.
"Yesterday, when we were driving home" Sam explained sorrowfully, "we stopped at an old little shack. When we looked around in there, I found a dead cockroach in the cupboard and later saw a rat, too…"
Dean stared at them horrified from what he heard and glanced at Kyle, who was still sleeping, unaware of the conversation.
"You mean" the man spoke shakily, "that Kyle…?"
"Yeah" Sam laid a hand onto his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry…"
That moment Kyle opened his eyes and looked around sleepily.
"Hey, guys" he smiled, but it slid off his face, as he noticed the sad expressions on the others' faces. All of a sudden Dean jumped to his feet and carefully hugged the boy. Kyle stroked his hand down the man's tresses and back fearfully. "What happened?" he asked, as Dean sat back into the chair and Sam's hand returned to its previous place on the hard, trembling shoulder.
"I think this is yours" Harry stepped forward and held the little black teddy bear out. Kyle's eyes widened and he glanced at the others with terror.
"Where did you find it?" he asked.
"In the shack" Sam answered quietly. Kyle carefully took the bear with a trembling hand and pulled it into his arms tightly.
"I'm sorry, Jackie" he whispered into the small brown ear. "I'm so sorry…"
Sam looked at his lover, finally understanding everything. Harry's breakdown was a memory of Kyle's, one that the older boy actually had gone through.
"Nice name" Harry commented softly.
"Named her after my sister" Kyle told them. "I was fourteen when my family died in a car accident. I didn't want to go to that stupid concert" the boy choked out a bitter laugh, but his lips turned down immediately. "Jackie gave me her teddy, so she could take care of me, since I was alone. After that I was taken in by my relatives here, in South Dakota, but they were lacking the money to raise me. So I left when I turned eighteen. I found the shack and settled down there. I've lived in misery for three years now, because I couldn't get a job. I'm not good at anything…"
"But I'm sure that Bobby would have helped you out" Harry interrupted.
"My relatives always told me that asking for help is a shame" Kyle answered, still nuzzling and caressing the teddy. "And it was instilled into me. But if you hadn't made me do it" he looked at Harry gratefully, "I'm sure I would've died by now…"
"We talked to Bobby" Sam spoke up, "and he has an offer for you."
"What?"
"He would like you to move in with us after you're released from here" Sam answered, smiling tenderly at the sick boy. Kyle's jaw dropped from shock.
"I can't accept that…" he shook his head, but Dean butted in quickly:
"Yes, you can. I… We would be really happy if you lived with us. We would take care of you and you could have a good life. You could eat Harry's delicious meals and every weekend you could bake fresh pies."
Kyle blushed faintly at the hidden praise. Noticing that, Sam glanced at Harry. Suddenly Harry giggled loudly, causing everyone to look at him: Dean and Kyle stared at the boy like he was insane, while Sam just grinned mischievously.
"S-Sorry" Harry gasped out calming down. "Just a funny thought occurring in my head" with that he drilled his sharp gaze into Sam's, who burst out laughing.
"I told you not to do this!" Dean whined and Kyle looked at the man confused. That moment everyone sobered up and snatched their eyes to the sick boy: Kyle doesn't even know their secret.
"Alright" Kyle drawled suspiciously. "What is going on here?"
The brothers tried to stammer out a quick response, but Harry silenced them:
"I'm a wizard."
The deafening silence almost popped their eardrums, if not for the heart monitor's beeps. The brothers looked warily at the two boys. After a long while Kyle nodded in realization.
"Oh, I see" he said and turned to Sam. "You, too, right?"
Sam nodded carefully.
"I always wanted to meet one" Kyle noted with a smile. "And I was right" he addressed Harry again. "You were familiar to me. Where had your scar gone?"
"It healed" Harry replied, "after I killed Voldemort."
Kyle nodded again then noticed the strange looks from the brothers, which reminded him of them being in the same room.
"You're a wizard, too?" Dean asked, but Kyle just shook his head.
"How do you know wizards are real?" came the next question, this time from Sam. Kyle didn't answer, though.
"I think it's time to go" Harry saved the boy once more and started pulling Sam out of the room. "Bye, guys!" he called back. Dean watched Kyle with narrowed eyes.
"You're going to tell us?" his question was more a statement. Kyle nodded and let out a relieved sigh.
The afternoon passed with peace and silence. Everyone was busy: Bobby was working in the garage, while Sam was reading a book on the couch. After arriving from the hospital a wrapped package had been waiting for Sam that had been prepared by Dean, who had asked Bobby to give it to the young man. Sam had smiled widely, when he had picked up the birthday card. Opening the package, a thick book had been revealed from the box, containing his favorite story. Since then he'd been sitting on the couch reading it.
Suddenly a hand gripped the book, ripped it out of his hands and threw it onto the coffee table. Glancing up he saw Harry in front of him with a strange expression on his face. Before Sam could utter out a word, the boy straddled him, grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Sam was shell-shocked by this confidence, but tried to answer. However, Harry then pulled away and stared at the young man with an odd glint in his eyes. Long seconds breezed by them…
Sam pulled the boy in tightly and kissed him hard. His tongue instantly begged for admittance, which he got quickly. As soon as he dived in, his hands slid up to the boy's head and fisted the short tresses, guiding him this way. Harry dug his nails into the man's shoulder from pleasure and began fighting for dominance. When Sam bit the boy's lip, Harry's nails ripped the man's T-shirt open and he moaned from the adrenalin. Sam gave him the lead, so Harry could map out the other's mouth. As he caressed the roof of Sam's mouth with his tongue, the man gasped and tightened his hold on the ebony tresses. One big hand wandered down onto Harry's backside and pulled the boy closer. He then took back the lead, causing Harry to bury his fingers into the chestnut-brown locks. The boy bit the other's lower lip hard and Sam whimpered, tensed then slowly relaxed.
After the wild make-out session they pulled away from each other. Sam's vision got sharper slightly for a moment, and he noticed that Harry's pupils dilated so much from the pleasure that the emerald gave the line around the black circles. Then he felt the boy's problem, so he reached down to help him. Harry tensed fearfully, but Sam was quick to calm him down.
"It's okay" he whispered. "I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid! You're gonna feel wonderful soon."
With that he continued his way down with his fingers and started caressing the front of the boy's jeans. Harry began panting from the tender touches; despite the thick material he felt everything perfectly. He moaned from the strengthening heat, but Sam calmed him with small kisses on his face. Finally Harry tensed with a loud whine then fell into Sam's arms, his body relaxing. Sam embraced him and rocked him in comfort, but Harry began crying softly from the overwhelming pleasure. Sam lay down on his back, pulling his lover with him, and helped the boy through his blazing hormones. A few minutes later Harry looked up at the young man, who lovingly wiped the tears from his flushed cheeks.
"I just wanted to say, Happy Birthday" Harry murmured and Sam pressed a kiss onto the boy's forehead with a smile. "And wanted to give you your present. But the first part got a bit longer than I thought" the boy chuckled.
"I can't even imagine what will be my present after this" Sam noted. Harry pushed himself up on his elbows and gazed into the man's eyes.
"I love you" he confessed softly. Hazel irises widened from surprise then Sam rained kisses onto the kind face.
"Me, too… Love you…" he said between kisses with a grin. "Best… birthday… present… ever…"
Harry laughed from the tickling of Sam's lips then he pressed his own onto them. He laid his head happily onto the man's – no, his love's chest, who returned to the process of flooding the boy's face with more kisses.
TBC
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