Addicted

Addicted: Here in my arms

Chapter 11

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We had walked around Chicago for hours, not saying much just walking and looking around. As we walked back to my dorm, he seemed a bit happier than he was in the police station. I unlocked the door and we walked in, throwing the keys on the bed. I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him passionately but so not to come on too strong I decided that I would just keep my distance until he closed it; if he did.

“ Braydon, I'm not your brother, so why..?” I asked slightly confused as to why he just didn't say I was his friend or maybe even..lover? He looked at the ground but said nothing, standing up and moving closer, pushing me down on my bed and getting on top of me, kissing me passionately. I melted into the kiss and he smiled. As we made love he would occasionally cry and tell me that he loved me, I was utterly speechless and besides the few groans of pleasure that escaped my lips nothing on my end was said.

“ I...just... wanted to see you again....” he said as he cuddled into my chest, pulling the blankets around our nude bodies. I ran my hand through his hair and smiled, he probably wasn't legal yet but he would be soon and for now, it would be a secret; that's if he even wanted a relationship with me.

“ I can hear your heart....” He said, smiling as he laid his head on my chest, just above my heart. He was so mature now and looked older, he was still small in height and weight but he looked healthy yet beaten up. I ran my tongue along a long, pink scar that was drawn against his pale skin, wondering when he had gotten that and although it looked recent I put the thoughts out of my head. He shivered and giggled as my tongue tickled his shoulder.

“ Stop...” he said between small laughs as my hands tickled his sides and my tongue his shoulder, I laughed along with him trying my hardest to make him laugh louder. When he did I couldn't control myself; he was too cute.

“ Kay' seriously!” He laughed swatting at my hands and laughing harder. I smiled and kissed the younger boy who looked at me and smiled; he still had braces. I stopped tickling him and kissed him again, pushing him gently into the mattress as he wrapped his arms around my neck and smiled into the kiss. He laughed as I flopped onto the bed; exhausted. He slowly got closer, curling up into my arms and smiling really wide as he started to tell me about what had happened in the last four years. I gasped at moments and cried when he broke, he finally ended with the story of how he had gotten here again and the reason he told that cops that I was his brother.

He had gotten jumped and knifed by his ex-boyfriend, George and George's thug of a uncle. I felt hate weld up inside me; how dare someone be that mean to my love! He smiled as my feelings became obvious.

“calm down.... I'm here now please just leave it alone...”

“ Yes... anything for you love....” I said, still feeling hate and anger inside of me. I kissed him as he continued about his feelings for me, blushing every time he complimented or told me stories of how he would dream dirty and sweet dreams about me. He cried with happiness as he told me he wanted to be my husband one day; one day when he was older. I laughed as he added the ' when I'm older...” and he pouted, looking at me cutely and kissing me again. Just being close to him made me feel like he was mine and would be mine for the rest of my life and although I didn't know what was to come I wished that he and I would be together forever. He smiled, closing his eyes and letting sleep take over his small frame. I got up and kissed his forehead, heading for the shower and stepping in. I didn't want to wash the remains of love making away only because it was that of Braydon but I did anyways, knowing that him and I would probably make love another time and it wouldn't be the last. The water felt good against my skin, as the water beat down I remembered Braydon's smile that he had shown me just so many minutes ago. He was still beautiful, same eyes, same black hair and braces, although he had matured quite a bit in his frame he was still small and weighed so little and still looked like he was fourteen years old. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, looking in the mirror at the guy staring back, he was a much happier me; a me that was only now beginning to step out all because of certain boy, who was still nude and tangled in the sheets. I pulled over my shirt, staring one last time before going out into the open room and turning on my computer. With graduation coming up I had to find an apartment to move into because I didn't want to ever live with my parents again, mostly because they didn't know that I was gay and also because they never believed in my dream of becoming a film maker. I knew I would have to tell my parent's at some point in life that I liked boys and was never having grand children for them. My parents were very old fashioned; Jesus-loving, homophobic homophobes that didn't give a damn if it were their son was the one who was gay, they would still hate them. In the future I did want children but obviously being gay I could never have biological children with the person I loved. I searched through the listings to find something in my price range; I had been working at my uncle's shop for the last six months and that was getting me by, however I hoped Braydon would want to move with me and share the responsibility; obviously it was way to much to ask of him but it couldn't hurt right? I clicked on a picture of a beautiful condominium in the downtown area of Toronto; my hometown. I knew that asking Braydon to move away from his hometown would be extremely selfish of me but I had to take a chance because I loved him. I heard a giggle come from the bed and looked over. Braydon was laying on his side staring at the computer screen and smiling, I wondered what he was thinking? Could he see the country I was looking for a house in? Was he laughing because there was no way he would move in with me? He smiled at me and got up, pulling his shorts up to his waist and coming over to me, walking behind me and kissing my neck. His breath was hot against my ear as he talked.