Source Of Sorrow [BoyXBoy]

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I snaked my arms around Alex and gripped his short hair, while my lips hungrily moved against his in a desperate and passionate kiss. My back was pressed firmly against the bark of the tree we sat at, a couple of days ago, with the rough edges digging into my skin and Alex keeping me in place with his hands firmly on my hips.

Our tongues smoothly glided together, as if wanting to mould into each other, and it felt like we did not even need oxygen to survive anymore. His teeth tugged on my bottom lip, making me whimper at how dominant he was being with me. I felt a hand grope my behind, leaving me to gasp in surprise which only made him smirk into the kiss.

Alex lowered his head to place small, soft butterfly kisses on the side of my neck and I involuntarily moaned, as he sucked on my skin, tilting my head back to give him better access to the area he was attacking. My hands tightly clenched around the fabric of his shirt, never wanting to let go, as an unfamiliar tingling feeling quickly built up in the pit of my stomach. And it felt so good; better than anything I had experienced before in my entire life.

Finally, I forced Alex to come up by tugging on his hair, when I was sure that he left a constellation of marks on my neck, and lustfully reattached our lips again. He started slowly rocking his hips into mine, causing much desired friction between our bodies. I felt a low rumble echo through his throat, as he held back a pleasurable moan. I was proud to be able to affect him in this way, but I was so desperate for more of him. I gyrated my pelvic area against his, hoping for something that would never happen with this much clothing on the both of us. I needed it gone.

Carefully I started undoing the buttons on his shirt, with him still grinding his lower region against mine. I wanted him more than ever before. Without holding back, I loudly moaned his name and he did the same with mine. Everything was perfect and I did not want it to ever end. However, I was unlucky when a booming laugh rang throughout my clouded head, causing me to lose myself to reality.

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I was forced awake by the thundering chuckle of my friend, Alex. My eyes snapped open, to see him boldly standing in the centre of my room, acting as if he had just witnessed the funniest thing in existence.

"What do you want, Gaskarth?" I groaned, rolling around so that I was fully facing him. I did not enjoy being woken up so suddenly.

"No, Jack. The question is what do you want?" Alex responded with a mischievous grin, when his laugher died down. He made his way towards me and climbed onto the small bed, comfortably lying down on his back, beside me as if the bed belonged to him. Alex stared up at the ceiling, with that same annoying look on his face. As it was only a single bed and we were forced to be close, I could feel how his body emitted pleasant warmth, which I accepted with open arms because it was a surprisingly chilly morning.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, lifting my head slightly higher to get a better look at him. Alex's eyes playfully sparkled with great amusement, but I did not know what the reasoning behind it was.

"You were moaning my name in your sleep!" He giggled like a child, still finding it funny. Instantly my cheeks were ablaze and my eyes were wider than ever, as memories of the dream I had were flooding back to me like an unexpected slap to the face.

I could not believe that I had such an inappropriate dream about Alex! It was disturbing and perplexing. Why would my head think up something like that during my sleep? I did not like Alex. Obviously he would be attractive to certain people, with his cheerful smile and dreamy eyes and thrilling laugh and bubbly personality, but not to me. It was so wrong to think of him in this way! Alex was a patient and I was a doctor: those two things did not mix under any circumstances. Yes, we were the same age and I was technically not a doctor, but everything about it was highly improper. It was not illegal, but certainly it was frowned upon by absolutely everyone, however I still did not want to lose an opportunity such as this one because of a stupid crush on a stupid boy. Even though I did not have a crush on him!

"I was not," I tried to cover it up, but my flaming face made it even more obvious than it was before. I felt so ashamed of myself for even thinking that way.

"Oh, Alex," the boy dramatically cried in an overly high-pitched voice which sounded nothing like mine, considering I had a deeper voice than him. "Alex, harder! Please!"

"Shut up," I murmured in embarrassment, trying to conceal my bright red face in my pillow. That sly bastard! He was making the last part up as, in my dream, it did not go further than kissing and undressing, but it was not any less humiliating. What was he going to think of me?

"You like me, don't you," he teased, poking my side which made me flinch away as it tickled slightly. I wanted to disappear into thin air and never be seen by anyone again.

"I don't like you, Alex, just shut the hell up!" I whined like a child whose parents would not get him a toy he wanted, probably sounding too harsh than intended.

"You don't like me?" Alex whispered, sounding unexpectedly...hurt. I automatically felt guilty for making him feel that way, even though he just interpreted my words in the wrong way. I liked him, I just did not like him in that way. Okay, maybe a little, but he did not need to know about that. I lifted my head and turned my body so that I was facing upwards once again. The look on his face showed nothing but sorrow and I instantly wanted to make him feel better. Someone as great as him did not deserve to be unhappy.

"Alex, no. That's not what I meant, I really-"

"If you don't like me..." Alex interrupted, his face going from broken to blank in the matter of split seconds. "You must love me!"

And with those words, the boy swiftly climbed on top of me, straddling my torso, littering my cheeks with small playful kisses, which meant absolutely nothing.

"Get off me, you dork!" I giggled, trying to push him away and stop him from getting my face covered in his saliva. I found myself bursting into fits of laughter, as he poked my overly sensitive sides again. I was unable to escape from his grip and had to either live through it or fight back. And I chose option two, because I started to feel like I could not take any more of his merciless torture which came in the form of tickles.

I grabbed onto Alex's wrists and, with one quick motion, I tried flipping us over so that I could overpower him and finally be on top. However I had underestimated the area of my bed and only remembered that it was a single when we ended up clumsily toppling off of the edge in a heap of hilarity and landing on the floor with an evident thud beside each other.

I was surprised that no one had come into the room yet, with how loud we were being, but I assumed that they had more important matters to deal with than two teenage boys fooling around – even if those boys had dangerous mental disorders.

Moments like these made me incredibly content with how my life was playing out. I could confidently call Alex my best friend and I loved how his facetious side could make anything into a joke, even a supposed crush. And, at that point, I did not even care if that crush was real, because I knew that Alex would not judge me and would stick by my side like no one had ever done before.

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A/N

Hey, guys! I'm sorry for the really long wait but I finally figured out a good updating system and this week was like a test run for it.

Now that I have a kind of schedule, chapters should be out every 5 days.

Thanks for reading!