Obsession, Wanting you (BoyxBoy) [ON HOLD]

chapter 6: Night

I wouldn't ever intentionally hurt Michael.

I vowed to protect him, and I promised I would, but here he was, squirming and wiggling underneath me. Trying to get away, as he scratched and kicked with all of his might. He didn't have much strength; he didn't have much of anything really, except vulnerability and beauty.

I felt a smirk break out across my face. I licked my lips as if I could taste his delicious fear. His eyes were wide and vibrant even under the dim light. He was pleading with me to let him go, but I knew no matter how much he begged I never would.

"Please, please, please," his sweet voice came out in rushed, soft whispers. "Don't do this to me," he managed to say before I covered his mouth with one hand while the other ripped the shirt from his body.

I sighed in adoration as more of his soft, smooth skin was revealed. He seemed so delicate and fragile, as if he would be so easy to break if not handled with the proper care and attention.

He began to panic even more, thrashing about like a wild animal now that he was exposed to me. His breathing became loud and fierce as he struggled to cover himself from me. His eyes were now squeezed shut as if he couldn't bear the pain of looking me in the face.

My loud laughter, almost brought tears to my eyes because his pain was so pathetic and comical to me; I laughed so hard it hurt. His tears began to run down his cheeks overflowing onto the hand I was using to cover his pretty little mouth.

Finally, I couldn't help myself, I had to hear his angelic voice. I removed my hand and the sound of his small tiny whimpers began to fill the room around us.

"That sounds just wonderful," I told him before I began to kiss up and down his neck.

His hair smelled so fresh and clean. It was like the smell you could only find after it had rained outside. I felt him shiver a little when I placed my hand softly on his chest and quickly began to pinch one of his nipples between my fingers. I heard a desperate moan escape from his mouth and he bit on to his bottom lip.

My hand soon became bored with just playing with his nipple and it slipped into his jeans and began to stroke his erection. He cried out and a shocked gasp escaped from him. I felt myself growing with desire as he pushed to get away from me. My other hand quickly went around his neck, warning him not to fight, as I continued to molest him. I almost began to laugh again, because he was sobbing and breathing heavily.

"Jack, you're just like everybody else." he whispered sadly between sobs, and my laughter died in my throat.

I jumped up and instantly felt how hot and sweaty I had become during my nightmare. I was still in my day clothes and I felt sticky. The bedside table lamp was on but I realized it was still night time. Michael was sitting up in my bed looking at me with his wide, round, eyes. I felt great relief that the awful dream hadn't aroused me, that the dream's heartless desire hadn't effected me physically.

"Were you having a bad dream?" he asked softly as he tilted his head to the side and twiddled with his white night gown. I had never seen a guy wear a gown to bed. But since it was Michael, it was just plain cute. He had his teddy bear laying next him and he was smiling so sweetly.

"If you're having trouble sleeping down there, I'll take the floor," he insisted with a hopeful look on his face.

I scratched my head in frustration and stared at the ground. I felt shame and embarrassment when I thought about how I had just had that terrible nightmare about him.

"Nah, I just had a weird dream," I assured him, looking into his beautiful eyes. He nodded wisely, as if he knew all about bad and weird dreams.

I sighed and a small smile touched my lips. He looked so tiny in my king sized bed. It was just him and his teddy bear living the life up there, it had to be so much better than his tiny pallet on the floor at home. I chuckled and stretched a little. I really was feeling uncomfortable down on the floor, but I couldn't put Michael on the ground so I could have the bed all to myself. I just didn't have the willpower to do so, though I was feeling achy and sore. The hard ground was just making it worse. I pulled my shirt off and threw it towards the dirty clothes hamper in the corner, it didn't quite make it into the basket which made Michael chuckle.

"Oh? You like when I mess up, huh?" I questioned him playfully.

He smiled shyly and covered his mouth with his hand before he giggled again. I wondered how a guy could be so adorable. I stood up and slipped out of my pants, feeling so much more comfortable in my boxers.

I looked over at Michael, his cheeks had turned extremely red, and I thought maybe I had ruined things. I said nothing as I moved closer and slowly slipped under the covers with him.

"This way we can both be comfortable," I explained, as I lay on my back pulling the covers over me.

He nodded his head quickly before he lay down again. He turned around and proceeded to ignore me. I wanted to say something to him like 'goodnight', 'sweet dreams', or anything, but my mouth remained shut. I just looked up at the ceiling and thought about what I was going to do with him. He couldn't stay here forever, but he couldn't go back home either. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard soft and gentle snores arise from Micheal. I turned to him and smiled.

He was laying on his stomach with his face buried in the soft pillow beneath him. His brown hair draped like silk down his back while loose strands dangled awkwardly past his ears. I had initially reached over to smooth his hair, but ended up with my hand on his back. He didn't move.

I slowly pulled the covers from over him and gazed lovingly at his slender form. The night gown made him look so soft and sweet. I began to trail my fingers over the curve of his back. I had to admit that he had a cute little ass. It was soothing to feel his soft body underneath my hands but I forced myself not to touch him further. I pulled my hand away, the warmth from his sweet body leaving my fingertips.

"Don't stop," he said in a lazy sleepy voice. It felt as if my heart had jumped into my throat.

"I won't, babe" I replied. I'm just comforting him, I thought to myself. My hand reached out and smoothed the fabric of the thin gown against his warm skin, gently moving down his back again. I had never cared for someone the way I cared for him, and somehow, I think he knew that as he scooted closer to me.