Humming Witch: Yeeeys! I basicly started and finished all of dis today. :D Gosh I'm so proud! ;W; This chapter gets a little depressing. Can you figure out Barrett's secret at the end? I'll give you all a hint at the end of this chapter. :3 And thank you so much to all of you that have reviewed! 7 reviews is the most I ever got on any of my stories on here and fictionpress.. ;;;-W- You guys make me feel special. I love you all. W It helps get me motivated to wright more. P:
Kyle's POV
As Barrett carries me on his back, I cling onto him. Not because I don't want to fall, but simply because want to be closer to him. I close my eyes and try not to fall asleep. The cold wind fiercely blowing onto my back stings, but it's all worth it to be with Barrett.
"Hey, Kyle," He says, in a quiet tone, as we reach the front door of his home, "Can I put you down? We're already here, anyhow, so..." He trailed off.
He leaned over a bit, and got off him.
"Thanks, Barrett. I had no idea you were that strong. Heeheeh..."
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me." He says with a smile.
"Well, then, I guess I'll just have to find out what those things are some day."
I give him a quick hug while blushing like always.
He opens up the front door and I walk inside behind him. He sighs, closes the door, and locks it.
"Wow. Everything looks so different... I haven't really visited you here in a while..."
"Yeah.." He says, sighing again.
"Is everything alright?" I ask.
"Yeah... I need to tell you something. I'll go make tea."
He walks over to the counters and gets two cups, one for us both. I sit down at the dining room table, and wait for him to sit down here, as well. He comes back with two cups of freshly brewed tea in his hands. I take one from him.
"T-thanks..." I say, sipping at it careful not to burn my mouth.
He smiles, sits down, then looks at his cup and frowns.
"...My father's dead, Kyle."
My eyes widen and I put my cup down. I stare at him.
"W-what? I-I didn't know.. Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I..." I hide my face in my left hand. "Why didn't anyone tell me? W-when did this happen? Oh god, Barrett, I'm so sorry for your loss... I just.."
He reaches over and puts a hand on my free hand.
"It was when you went to that island for a few weeks... About two days after you left. He had a heart attack while I was gone somewhere.. It was too late when I came back..."
I start crying.
"When you came back, I guess.. I guess I just didn't want to tell you then. It was too much for me to handle because then you got married... I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry! I just... God!" I squeeze at his hand.
He gets up and walks over to me, still holding my hand. I let go of his, stand up, and tightly embrace him. I cry into his chest, his warmth around me making me feel safe.
Please don't let me go, Barrett...
Barrett's POV
As I tightly hold onto Kyle, I breathe in the scent of his red hair and hold back my will to take him right here on the table.
This probably isn't even the right time, either.
But I've been waiting for so long, damn-it.
Wait - why the hell am I thinking of fucking him when I just told him dad died?
Oh, well, now I feel like one messed up person.
But I have needs, right?
Well, all I really need right now is to be with Kyle. That alone can make me happy. Really happy.
Screw you Mana!
Kyle's mine.
I pull away from him and kiss him quickly. I wipe away at his tears, and smile faintly.
"Don't be so upset, Kyle... You had no idea... Don't be sorry... He's in a better place, now... I know he is."
"O-ok..."
He sniffled a bit then slowly stopped crying. He hugged me. I hugged back.
Damn it, I love you so much.
"Kyle, you wanna go upstairs and take a nap or something?" I ask, tangling my fingers through his soft hair.
"S-sure... Carry me again. Pwease?" he chuckles a bit. I smile.
"Sure, why not?" I laugh a bit.
"Y-you're not serious, are you?" He looks at me with disbelief and a smile.
"I'm totally serious."
I pick Kyle up without another word, bridal style. He blushes and wraps his arms around my neck. I kiss him again.
"You have soft lips, Barrett."
"That's a weird thing to point out, Kyle."
"I know. But their soft. Like pillows should be."
"So my mouth is a pillow? What?"
We both laugh.
"Nah, that's what your arm's for." he says, blushing.
I smile at him.
Every time I'm around him, I can't help but smile when he does something. Anything, really. Is this what love feels like? Obviously. Wow. I just answered my own question... Whatever.
I walk up the stairs, holding Kyle as carefully as I can, trying not to drop him. That'd be embarrassing. And I bet it'd hurt. So I'll prevent that from happening to my Kyle.
We finally get upstairs when I put him down.
He kisses my cheek. We kissed a lot today, huh?
"Come on, lets go cuddle," I say, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
We walk towards the bed.
"You get in it first," I say, pointing at it.
"What, you don't want to right away?"
"Well, no, but..."
Without thinking I grab the edge of Kyle's shirt and lift it up and off of him.
"Oh,...I..uh... You should take your clothes off."
URGH, WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SAY?
"W-what?"
"Y-you can't really sleep with all those clothes...on."
"..Alright."
"Let me take off your pants."
DAMN-IT, MOUTH, YOU KEEP MY THOUGHTS AND WORDS AWAY FROM EACH OTHER!
"Jeez, Barrett, you sure want me to get naked, don't you?" He chuckles a bit.
"Oh-well-uh- not naked, just... In your boxers."
I blush and he giggles.
"If you can take my clothes off then I should be able to do the same to you~"
"That seams fair."
We hold each other close for a bit, then back away a little, taking off each other's pesky clothing and letting it drop casually onto the floor until we're in nothing but our boxers. I gently push Kyle down onto the bed and get atop of him. He smiles at me, and a light rosy pink spreads across his cheeks, making him look even more adorable than he usually is. I place a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you, Barrett,"
"I love you too, Kyle."
And I always will.
You know that, right?
I get off of Kyle, fall onto the bed next to him onto my back, and turn over so I can hold my love.I pull the covers up to our shoulders. I put my arms around him, and pull him closer. Close enough that I can hear his heart beating, and feel the rise and fall of his body with each breath he takes.
"So... You must get lonely, huh, Barrett...? I just.. I feel so bad... I'm sorry I can't help."
"Kyle, you've helped in more ways that you know... Trust me."
"R-really?"
I smile and look at him.
"Yes. Kyle, you've helped me so much. Trust me."
He smiles back at me.
"I'm happy I helped,"
"I'm happy you helped, too."
He snuggles closer to me.
I want to tell him what I did when he looked so happy with her, when I saw her pregnant, but I don't think I can. Not right now. Maybe when he finds the razor blades in my nightstand drawers. Or questions the extra rope in my closet. But I guess it's better not t tell him.
Yet.
Humming Witch: Here's the hint, gaiz! No, Barrett didn't kill his father.. That'd be... That'd be just wrong. ._. I think I made it sorta obvious to what it is. It's supah serious. B(
When I was writing about Barrett, Kyle, and the bed, it felt like I was righting a porno. .A. I kept getting the giggles. I'm mature, huh? "OH KYLE LET ME LEAD YOU TO THE BED~! NOW XXXXXXXX TO ME AND I'LL XXXXXXXXX YOURS." pssssh what?
Kyle's hair is red, right? It looks red.