Boys Home

Twelve

After Trevor left the house was quiet, uncomfortably quiet so I went into my room and sat on my bed. I had my sketchbook open on a page of a drawing of my mom I recently drew. I chew on my bottom lip, I slam my sketchbook close and toss it next to me. My door opens, Matthew walks in stopping near my bed. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked sitting on the edge of my bed. I shrug my shoulders. He sighs and runs his hands threw his hair. I gently place my hand on his arm, he turns to me and try's his best to give me a smile. "Wanna talk about it" I ask scooting closer to him. He scoots back then pulls me onto his lap, I look at him a blush on my face.

"Trevor was living here way before you came, this was his room" Matthew says. "We we're all still dating and we wanted him to be in our relationship" He continues. "Months pass and he changed, he was different. Possessive, very clingy, bossy and just mean" He sighs. "He did something so horrible to Luka, he knew about Luka's past and yet he still did it" Matthew balls his fists and grits his teeth. I grab one of his hands and lace my fingers though his, he squeezes my head. "He raped Luka..." Matthew whispers. My eyes widen, no... how could he. Luka is amazing and sweet. "Once me, Wyatt, and Ash heard the screams we ran as fast as we could to his room. I was so angry but he wouldn't willingly go to jail, he wanted a deal." Matthews said. "He can visit whenever he wants..." I fill in.

"Luka absolutely hates him and I do to but it's the only way he would be locked up" Matthew says. We sit there in silence for awhile, it nice but I sigh and squeeze his hand. "Matthew can I- can I show you s-something?" I ask biting my lip. He nods his head squeezing my hand back. I can't believe I'm going to do this...but it will help. I let go of Matthews hand and grab the hem of my shirt, taking a deep breath I pull my shirt off and set it on my bed. Matthew stays quiet as he looks at the many scars and burn marks on my chest down to my stomach. His hands hover over my stomach wanting to touch but he doesn't. "Luke..." he whispers. I feel the tears build up and fall down my cheeks, I reach over grabbing my shirt but Matthew grabs my hand.

"No, stop, Luke" He says grabbing my chin with his other hand. He pulls my so we are face to face. "You are beautiful" He says cupping my cheek. "No I'm not" I mumble. He wraps his arm around my waist pulling me closer. Our lips meet in a kiss, it was soft until Matthew works my mouth open and slips his tongue in. He lays me down on my bed our lips still locked. I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands roam my chest touching every scar and burn mark. He pulls away planting kisses on my jaw, then my neck, to my chest and a few on my stomach. I notice a tent in my pants and I blush. This is a weird feeling, I've never felt this before. "I feel weird" I admit.

Matthew kisses back up to my neck then looks at me. "What are you feeling? Tell me" He asked. "I-I don't know h-how to explain it" I says. He captures my lips in a kiss then pulls away. "What if I do this Hm?" He asked running a hand down my stomach to my crotch palming lightly. I gasp a small moan flying out after. "Tell me to stop if you want me to stop okay" Matthew says placing a kiss on my cheek. I nod my head as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down along with my boxers. I bite my lip as my member springs out, "M-Matthew" I whimper. He takes me into his mouth and I gasp again, I clutch the blanket under me. Moans fly out of my mouth as Matthew sucks harder.

I feel a tingle in my lower abdomen. My moans get louder and I'm pretty sure everyone can hear me downstairs. Suddenly I release and I sigh as Matthew swallows and pulls away. I cover my face with my hands breathless. Matthew grabs my wrists and pulls them away. He kisses my lips the pulls my boxers and pants back up. "Luke you are beautiful and if anyone says otherwise they are lying" He says. My heart flutters and my stomach erupts with butterfly's. Oh my god my first sexual encounter...
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Okay this was very hard for me to write. I am sorry if it's bad and sorry it's short.
Word Count: 837