I Want Crazy (One Shots) (boyxboy)

Savin' Me

*Zayden's POV*
"If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past?
Donate every dime you had?


And would you call those friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories?
Would you forgive your enemies?
And would you find that one you're dreaming of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you'd finally fall in love
if today was your last day?"


I shoved my iPod into my jacket pocket as the big yellow bus pulled up to my stop. I climbed the stairs and walked down the isle to the first available seat. I slid into to uncomfortable maroon seat, resting my head against the cold window. Outside the world was still dark . Inside though would always be dark for me. I closed me eyes and turned up Nickelback's If Today Was Your Last Day. I always slept on the bus in the morning so I wouldn't have to listen to the babble of other students. I didn't care about who was pregnant, or who was taking who to homecoming. I wasn't going to be around for that anyway.


Today was my last day. No, I wasn't moving. Unless you consider dying moving. Today was the day I took the leap. This chicken was walking across the road to get to the other side, where ever that was. I was only going to school today to get some things out of my locker. I also wanted to see everyone one last time. Suicide may be the cowards way out but it was my only way out. I did worry about my parents. They would be devastated. School folk probably wouldn't even notice I was gone, and if by happenstance they did care enough to grieve then maybe they should have cared when I was alive.


I sighed. The hum of the bus engine had me dozing on and off in my seat. Eventually I dozed off. In my dream I gigantic pink bunny named Steve hopped up to me in the hallway. I was going to be late to class if this guy didn't move. I tried squeezing past him but he took up the entire hall. "Move you stupid rabbit!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in frustration. Demon rabbit just cackled and hopped twice, causing the school to shake. I groaned, if I was late for Mrs. Prinkles class again she'd give me after school detention. By the time I got home my parents would be there, ruining my plan. The tardy bell rang.


I was jolted awake by an angel. His blonde hair glowed as bright as his perfect white teeth. He smiled down at me. His hand patted my shoulder. I blinked at him ," what?" The corner of his lip twitched up even more. " I said, we're at the school bro." I sat up, bumping heads with him. "Ouch." We both jumped back clutching our heads. My eyes had adjusted to the bus lights enough to see that my angel was really no angel at all. It was actually Morgan Edwards. Without apologizing I pushed past him and walked off the bus. As I stepped off the bus I slung my backpack over my shoulder. Head down, I walked toward the school. People crowded around the door waiting for their boyfriend, girlfriend, or best friend to arrive.


I navigated through them and down to the cafeteria. Our cafeteria doubled as an auditorium. Off to the side was a stage. I walked over to the stage stairs, which lay hidden behind a wall. I glanced up to my old table of friends, they were laughing. It was like I was never apart of their group, a mere ghost they've now forgotten. Sighing I looked at the floor again. I sat on the third step. In my black clothing I blended in with the background so no one really saw me. I checked my phone. Not that I expected any messages, but one can hope. I wondered what my old friends will say when they hear the news. Will they still laugh so care free? Will they cry over their long forgotten friend? Do they even remember who I am? I laid my head against the concrete wall. Thinking about the times spent laughing, crying, and joking with my ex-friends made me want to cry.


The bell for first block rang. I stood up and grabbed my bag. I turned my phone off and pocketed it. I walked down the hall, head still down. My head was still kind sore from bumping heads with Morgan this morning. I passed him again in the hallway. He stared at me as I walked past, but didn't say anything. Not that I figured he would. I entered this room for Algebra 3 and sat down. I can't wait to get this day over with.


*Morgan's POV*


I ran my hand through my hair. As my fingers tugged at the first few strands It stung. I had a bump on my head from Zayden's hard head hitting mine. Speaking of, I seen a black haired boy with his head hung low quietly dodging around people to get through the hall. My gaze followed him as he walked away. He glanced over at me before going into the room on the left side of the hall.


I wanted to talk to him so bad. I knew people picked on him, and he had no friends. Anger boiled up in me when I heard a boy look at Zayden and yell, " Faggot!" At him. So what he was gay? What right did that give them to call him out on it? None. I knew if I came out of the closet most everyone here would accept me. So why was Zayden's sexuality a problem, other than his low popularity?


I walked over to the boy. He was a freshman. His eyes widened as I approached. I would have been afraid to as a freshman for an angry senior to approach me. I looked down at him, "it's not nice to call people names." I snapped at him.


"Sorry." He put his hands up in surrender. I shook my head and walked away. I walked into my first block and sat down. Psychology was an easy class to pass. Most of the time I could bullshit my way through it. I learned a long time ago if in could say enough simple things in a complex manner people would find me brilliant and pass me. The teacher began writing on the bored, but I couldn't concentrate. My mind kept wondering to Zayden. On the bus he had looked so peaceful. I hated waking him. His mouth was slightly parted and his eyelashes fluttered occasionally. I smiled at the memory of him.


In case you hadn't already figured it out, I have a crush on Zayden Brooks. I've had a crush on him since I moved here last year. I first saw him in biology class last year. I walked in, my first class of the day, and sat down. I had taken the only available seat behind a scrawny black haired boy. The teacher had handed me a book but neglected to tell me what page we were on. Not wanting to disrupt class I tapped the shoulder of the boy in front of me. He jumped when I tapped him and turned around. His piercing blue eyes but my plain hazel ones. A look of annoyance crossed his face at my hesitation. "Yes?"he prompted me. "Sorry, but uh what page are we on?"


Without even looking at his book he told me,"238." I nodded and mumbled,"thanks." I received no reply. The rest of the class I kept glancing at his back. While he may have been scrawny he wasn't exactly small. He looked to be about my height maybe an inch shorter. If I had to guess his weight I would say, 115-120 give or take -probably take- five pounds. His hair fell half way down his neck, and was black as night. His skin was semi-tanned, not pale, as I would have expected if I were being given his description. He would shift in his chair every few minutes by wiggling around. Towards the end of class he started glancing impatiently at the clock. Now while biology may have been my first class of the day today it was actually the last. I had been running around all day getting enrolled in school. The only reason I stayed for the last class was to study my fellow peers.


I wanted to work up the nerve to talk to him, maybe invite him over the the new house. My mother would be delighted if I made a friend so quickly. At my old school I was a bit of a loner. My friend I had had deserted me when I foolishly came out of the closet. I wouldn't be making the same mistake here. But I never got the chance to talk to him. He always avoided everyone. When I managed to be the last one in class with him he'd dart out of the room like his ass was on fire, if I got him alone on the bus he'd have his head phones in and ignore me. It seemed no matter how hard I tried he some how evaded my attention. But not today, I decided. Today he would talk to me. I wouldn't leave him alone till he did.


The rest of the morning had went by pretty quickly. I goofed off in psychology, almost caused an explosion in chemistry, and slept in English. I walked down the hall to the cafeteria, looking for Zayden. I didn't see him till I got to my usual table. He was on the stage stairs again, hiding. I sat with my friends from track. While I didn't exactly enjoy the sport I needed to make friends and running is what I was good at. Both literally and metaphorically. I ran from problems, insecurities, to win medals. I was always running.


"Bro!" Devon elbowed my arm and I jumped. "Hm?"


"Why are you staring at the freaky Emo boy?" He asked nodding his head in Zayden's direction. I shrugged. "Ain't he a gay?" Devon asked. I shrugged again, "how the hell should I know?" Devon picked up the pizza they served today and took a bite of it. He sat it down and wiped his hand on his jeans. "Makes me sick. Fucking faggots frolicking about every where trying to taint the normal decent people." I choked on my pizza. I couched to try and clear my air ways. Devon looked at me like had lost my mind. I took a drink of my water. So Devon was a homophobe. Ugh. He was also my best friend. Great, here we go again.


"How exactly is he tainting anyone?" I countered with more venom than I should have. Devon picked up on it. "Whoa, man! Why are you getting so defensive?" He eyed me suspiciously. Okay, I need to get myself out of this. I took a bite of pizza, chewing it slowly before swallowing. "I'm not getting defensive, but really bro what harm is he doing sitting there minding his own business?" Devon rolled his eyes at me. "He's not minding his own business, he's plotting."' Oh my god, was best friend really this dense? "Plotting what?!" I asked incredulously. Devon narrowed his eyes at Zayden. "Which one of us he wants to try to turn gay. I swear if that homo comes near me I'll pound his face into the ground. I should kick his ass just for living. He sould just kill himself and do us all a favor."


Devon threatening Zayden made my blood boil. Anger quickly rose in me and I stood up so harshly I almost knocked my tray over. Glaring, I pointed at him. My finger almost touched his nose. "Don't you dare ever say he should kill him self. And don't threaten him, you lay one damn finger on him and I swear I will end your pathetic life you homophobic asshole!"


I realized the cafeteria had gotten quiet. Every one had turned to look at me. Their eyes bore into my body as they watched my outburst. I glanced at Zayden. His eyes were also on me. Still breathing heavily with anger I turned and stalked away.


I thought about ditching school but thought better of it. My mom would kill me if I skipped. I walked to the library and sat down. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Dread built up inside me as I realized what I had just done. Devon had been my first friend here. He was the one who got me into track, the one who had comforted my after bad break ups with girls I hadn't really cared about, the one who knew most my secrets, I trusted him with my life. He was like a brother to me. And I had just threatened him over some kid who wouldn't even talk to me. For a moment I hated Zayden. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to hurt him. But the image of Zayden's blue eyes looking up at me with fear and confusion as to why I was hitting him made me feel guilty. Zayden didn't know I was defending him. He hadn't even known what Devon had said.


Why did I have to have feelings for him? Of all people in this school, why him?


The bell rang and I walked out of the library. As soon as I opened the door and walked out some ran right into me. I stumbled forward and caught myself on the wall. I scowled and turned around, fully intending to fight with the kid that almost knocked me over. I jumped when I came face to face with Zayden. He looked at me coldly but opened his mouth. I returned his glare, mad at him for something that wasn't his fault still. "Watch where you're going faggot." Zayden flinched and closed his mouth. Hurt flashed in his eyes before being replaced by hatred. Readjusting his bag and hanging his head he shoved past me.


I wanted to slap myself. Zayden was just about to talk to me and I had snapped at him. I wanted to follow him and apologize, but I lost sight of him in the crowd. I sighed and walked to my locker. Usually Devon and I walk to our last block together, but today he wasn't at my locker. So I grabbed my things and walked down the hall.


The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. I spent my final hour of class contemplating what exactly Zayden was going to say to me. I sighed. I'd probably never know now. Out of all things I could have called him why did my brain choose faggot? Probably cause I was mad at my self. Mad I myself was gay. Mad I now knew my best friend wouldn't accept me.


The bell rang and I stood up from my desk. I gathered my things and walked back to my locker. I didn't catch sight of Devon or Zayden. I was sad and frustrated, and by the time I got to my locker I tossed my things in there and slammed the door as hard as could. Heads turned to look at me as the bang echoed threw the halls.


"What?" I snapped. Most people looked away, a few continued to glance at me cautiously, afraid I might snap. I looked around at everyone, then shoved my hands in my pockets. I huffed and began walking away, shoving the underclass men out of my path. Finally I reached the doors to freedom. I shoved them open and breathed the fresh air. Man I hated being lock up in there all day.


I heard voices coming from the side of the school. I turned my head but didn't see anybody. Sure to my right kids were everywhere, but this sound came from my left. I walked down the few stairs and peaked around the wall. I seen Devon and some of his other friends huddling around some one. Devon had this jumpy stance I recognized. He was about to I fight. I noticed someone's books tossed carelessly in the grass.


I continued to watch, frozen in my spot. Who where they beating up? I couldn't see around Devon's cronies. I seen Devon pull his hand back. He swung it around and bitch slapped whoever it was. As he did I heard a gasp. The person stumbled and I seen head of black hair. Devon's friend Todd stepped back as Zayden stumbled his way. His face twisted in disgust as if Zayden had a disease. While Zayden was hunched over Devon took the chance to kick him in the stomach. Zayden cried out and fell to the ground. Devon hovered over him, fist pulled back ready to punch him.


I dove foreword and grabbed Devon's wrist. He jumped and turned around to face me. As soon as he did I punched him. His head snapped back and he stumbled. A drop of blood fell from his mouth. He scowled and wiped it away. "I told you not to touch him!" I snarled, as he continued to glare at me. Adrenaline rushed through me as I stood protectively infront of Zayden.


Devon's cronies now stood beside him. I prayed we didn't fight. There were six if them and one of me. Devon knew the odds were against me, so it surprised me when he turned around and walked away. I relaxed a little as he retreated. I turned around to see Zayden calmly watching the scene from the ground. I graded him under the arm and pulled him to his feet. He seemed surprised as I helped him up. I walked over and picked up him things. I went to hand them to him but he was walking away. "Hey! Where are you going?"


I called after him. I pointed at the bus. "Home."


I gestured towards his stuff. "Forgetting something?"


He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't need them anymore."


"What do you mean? Of course you need them! In case you've forgotten we have school again tomorrow."


"I won't be here."


"The day after?"


He shook his head sadly. "Never again."


Was he moving? I looked at him. "Are you moving?" He paused a moment before nodding. My shoulders slumped. "Oh... Where too?" He looked at the ground. I continued to stare at him. He dug the front of his shoe into the grass. "Well?" He looked up at me, then started to walk away. Now call me paranoid but something about his actions alarmed me. I dropped the books and darted after him. I followed him up the bus stairs. Zayden was sitting in his usual seat staring out the window. I sat down beside him and it startled him. "Are you stalking me?" He asked. "No, just tell me where you're moving to and I'll leave you alone."


"Why? Why do you care?"


"Because I do, now spill it."


He looked out the window and ignored me. That's fine, I thought, I have all day. I settled back in the seat and crossed my arms. Zayden looked irritated that I hadn't gone away. I kept glancing at me occasionally. I smirked when I seen him look me up and down out of the corner of his eye. We approached his stop and he still hadn't told be what was going on. Was I going to have to get off with him? Cause I would. Oh boy, this was going to be a long afternoon.


*Zayden's POV*


The bus screeched to a stop in front of my bus stop. The four other people who got off here stood up. I stood up and waited for Morgan to move. Finally he did and stepped back. I pushed past him and walked down the isle. After I got off the bus I heard steps on the metal stairs behind me. I glanced back to see Morgan step off the bus. Is this guy crazy?! Maybe he really was a stalker.


Morgan stood there staring at me, waiting. "What do you want?" I asked him. "Where are you moving too?" Seriously?! This guy was going to follow me until I told him. I thought about lying but when I lie I giggle. It would be a dead give away.


I turned around and started walking away, towards my house. If I can ditch him I can get home get out my letter and my razor and end it. The problem was this guy wouldn't take the hint and leave me alone. I turned the corner- Morgan still in tow- and walked up to my house. I slid the key in the lock and twisted it. I heard the click and removed my key. I walked in and began to shut the door. "Hey! Ouch, watch it!" Morgan had walked right into my front door. In my moment of annoyance he stepped into my house. I held the door open. "Get out."


Morgan just stood there. "Where?" He looked worried now. I looked at the floor. Maybe I should tell him. Maybe I should just see if he cares. Maybe if I tell him he'll brush it off as me being over reactive and he'd leave. Maybe he liked me like I liked him. No, don't get your hopes up Zayden. He's just like the rest.


I sighed and walked upstairs. When I reached the top I turned back to notice Morgan hadn't followed. I glared at him and nodded toward my room. He jumped up and crossed the room. Morgan took the stairs two at a time until he was standing right beside me. I walked down the hall and in to my room.


My room was small, with gray walls and a woods dresser. My closet door hung open slightly and a blue converse was wedged in the door. My bed was messy from my sleeping in it last night. A few trophies sat on my dresser from my pre-Emo years. A pile of closes laid in the corner by my closet. A desk was under my window with my laptop on it. I had pretty full book case.
I walked over to my desk and turned on my lap. I opened to door and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. Morgan stood in the door way giving me a curious stare. I handed him the letter and sat down on my bed, hugging my knees and waited.


*Morgan's POV*


Zayden's hand shook as he handed me a note. I took it a and looked at him on his bed. His bangs cover his left eye. He rested his chin on his knees and peeked at me past the hairs almost covering his right eye. I opened the paper and began reading.


To Whom It May Concern,


Okay, so I'm going to assume you've just recently discovered my cold lifeless body. Lucky you, you get to tell everyone Zayden Brooks took the easy way out. I'm going to tell you know this isn't going to be a long note. I don't have much to say. So I want to quickly address a few people. Firstly my mom. Hello mom, I love you so much. You're the only person who seems to care about me any more. You were the first to know my deepest secret. You accepted me instantly, and you helped Dad accept it too. You laughed and giggled with me over boys even though I was also a boy. It was like it was normal for you. I'm so great full for that. I wish everybody could be as accepting as you. Remember all those days we sat on the roof drinking hot chocolate and telling secrets? I do. But you've been more busy lately. Too busy to spend any time with me. That's okay though, I understand your need to make more money now that you have to put sissy through college. I'm sorry if you're the one to find me. I can only hope you forgive me. I love you mommy.


Next in line, Dad. You tried. I'll give you credit for that, you tried. Tried to get me to turn out normal. To like sports, to play football, to be smart... To date girls. When I came out I was sure you'd disown me. But no, just a phase you said. Just a phase? Sorry dad. It's not. I forgive you for your ignorance on the matter. Once you accepted it you did seem to try to understand it. If by chance you think this is your fault, don't. It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault really. Accept mine, since I'm taking the cowards way out. I hope at some point I made you proud. I'm sorry I wasn't a trophy father's trophy son like you wanted. I know you loved sissy more, she was normal enough for you wasn't she? But that's okay. I love you too, Daddy.


Sissy, I'm giving you a quick mention. Basically for the longest time I hated you. Honestly I still hate you. You're conceited, rude, and homophobic. Have nice life. Now that your little brothers dead you'll be the center of attention. I know you'll love that. You're welcome.


Finally, the one person who probably won't get to see this, Morgan Edwards. I remember the first day you were at school. You tapped on my shoulder and a spark went through me. I turned around and looked at you. Your blond hair was slightly messy and your hazel eyes had me captivated. You smile a lopsided grin at me and asked what page we were on. It may have seemed simple to you but it had me reeling. Your voice was tired and soft, like you had just woken up recently. I felt your eyes on my all class. I felt you starring at me the whole time. My face heated up every time your gaze landed on me. I wanted to talk to you but you quickly befriended the jocks, people I had no chance of competing with. I remember hearing about your girlfriend the following spring. I cried for hours. I know you still some times glance at me, but I don't know why. Any way, in case what they say about jocks is true, if you're to dumb to figure this out. I have a major crush on you. Okay honestly I think I love you. But I know you'll never feel the same cause you're straight as a pole. Any way I hope you like a happy life and have plenty of rugrats and a beautiful wife, etc.


Okay so this is the end. I've said what I needed to say. I hope the few tears I've shed writing this doesn't smudge it to bad. I really don't know what else to say but it feel wrong to just abruptly end this. Then again I'm abruptly ending my life aren't it? I'm tired though. Tired of being bullied, put down, beat up, and hated for no reason. Well, I'm going to end here.
Love,
Zayden.




I looked up at Zayden. I felt tears slide down my face as I looked back down to the letter. Zayden was planning on committing suicide? No, no, no, no. He can't, I can't- I won't let him. I sat the note down on his desk. I walked over to Zayden's bed, where he sat silently waiting. Quietly I sat down on his bed beside him. Zayden looked at me and inched away. "Zay-" my voice broke off causing him to flinch. I blinked away tears and took a deep shaky breath. "Zayden? Why?"


"Why not?"


"You have so many reasons to live. Your mom sounds like she really loves you, and I'm sure your dad will come around. You can work on things with your sister. I know school sucks but your in your last year right? It's almost over. You can get out of here and be happy. You have your family Zayden... You have..." I trailed off. I wanted to say he had me. I really did like him, but if I dated him I'd have to come out, again. I already knew people's reaction. It wouldn't be good.


I should leave, I thought. This is way to much for me to handle. I barley know this guy, why should I care if he offs himself. He was obviously dead set on doing this. Who was I to stop him? I did the only thing I could think to do. I slid off his bed and patted his shoulder, "it gets better." Zayden nodded at me. I smiled and wiped my eyes as I walked away. I made it too the door and closed it before stopping. A noise from inside had distracted me. I pressed my ear against the door and listened. Another sob sounded through the room.


Ignore it, I told myself. To block it out I put in my head phones and put my playlist on shuffle. The song, If I Only Were A Goth played through the ear buds. I walked down the stairs and opened the front door. As soon as it shut the song changed. I stopped in my tracts still in front of his house. I felt my chest tighten again as I stood there listening. I think fate was screaming at me as Nickelback's Savin' Me played.


All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me


Say it if it's worth saving me


So close yet so far, I thought as I turned around and reentered the house. Zayden was no longer sobbing. Panic filled me as I ran up the stairs. I almost tripped as I reached the last one but I caught myself. I reached his door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Oh god, I left and now he's going kill himself and I could have stopped it. His blood is on my hands.


"Zayden! Zayden open up!" I pounded on the door. "Zayden!" The door shook as my fist repeatedly hit it. I tried the door knob again to no avail. "Zayden open the damn door!" I was crying now. I was an idiot. The boy I liked (who also likes me back!) told me he was suicidal and I left after saying it gets better. Some one please kick my ass, I'm an idiot. The longer the door went unopened the more I panicked. My mind raced, could I break down the door? Call the police? I mean I didn't have many options.


After much debate I decided the door was coming down. I took several steps back and prepared to run into the door. "Zayden I'm going to count to ten and then the doors coming down. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9-" The door knob turned and Zayden pulled open the door. He stood there shirtless and looking at the floor.


I could clearly see the scars running up his arms. In his right hand he held a little piece of shiny metal. A razor. Zayden sniffled. "Zayden..." I whispered, afraid of talking to loud and startling him. He looked up at me with red eyes. He opened his mouth and crossed him left arm across his chest. "I thought you left?"


"I'd never leave you." I'd said it before I'd even thought about it. Zayden was looking at me now. I looked into his blue eyes and seen hope in them. My heart beat faster as Zayden looked at me. What was he expecting? Me to suddenly run over to him, take him into my arms, and kiss him. Wait, where'd that thought come from?


We awkwardly stood there in silence. Zayden let his left hand fall to his side and then said, "but?"


"But what?"


"You'd never leave me, but...? I can hear the but in your voice, and I understand it I mean look at me , look at you. Obviously I'd never have a chance with you cause you're popular and you do sports and you have a lot of friends and your good looking and your...." He trailed off.


"I'm what?"


"...Straight?"


I could see the disappointment and hurt replace the hope in his eyes. I could practically see him scold himself for believing I could like him. He crossed his arm over his bare chest again, still holding the razor, and looked at the floor. In psychology we learned people with crossed arms are closing themselves to social influence. Though some people just cross their arms as a habit, it may indicate that the person is (slightly) reserved, uncomfortable with their appearance (self conscious and trying to cover it), or just trying to hide something.


Also if someone looks down at the floor a lot, they are probably shy or timid. People also tend to look down when they are upset, or trying to hide something emotional. People are often thinking and feeling unpleasant emotions when they are in the process of staring at the ground.


Zayden sighed sadly and asked, "what do you want Morgan?"


This what I wanted right? Zayden? The boy standing here holding a razor, about to commit suicide? Some how I knew he wanted me to stop him. He wanted me to love him back. He wanted me to save him. And I did, didn't I?


I thought of the song Savin' Me when it said 'Hurry I'm falling, I'm falling.' He was falling and I needed to catch him. I took a step closer to him. When I stood right in front of him I stopped. Zayden was only an inch shorter that me. He was leaner than me, but we were relatively the same size. I'd never been this close to him before. I could seen now his icy blue eyes had a ring of dark blue around them. He had long black eye lashes and few stray freckles, one on his cheek and two on the bridge of his nose.


I heard the thudding of a heart, mine or his, I'm not sure whose. Maybe it was both. Now I was battling thoughts in my head. I knew I wanted to kiss him, but how? Should I go for something quick and rough, or soft and gentle? I took a deep breath and reached up a hand to brush away Zayden's bangs. I tucked them behind his ear and let my fingers trail down his jaw line. Zayden seemed to tense at my touch. He bit his bottom lip as he looked at me. Some how our faces were only a few inches apart.


I cupped his face in my hand. Zayden's breathing got slightly faster and he swallowed nervously. Okay, quit stalling Morgan. I leaned down and captured his lips with mine. Zayden must have caught on earlier because he kissed me back. Our lips moved in unison. His arms slowly uncrossed and dropped to his side. My other arm snaked around his waist and pulled him to me. I heard the sharp razor hit the metal door sill as Zayden dropped it and reached up to wrap his arms around my neck.


My fingers caressed his bare back. I licked his bottom lip asking to slide my tongue into his. Zayden hand reached into my hair as he parted his lips, letting me in. My tongue slid along his. I ran the tip of my tongue over the roof of his mouth and then the top of his tongue. I started feeling light headed from lack of oxygen. My tongue left his mouth. As his lips departed away from mine I pulled on his bottom lip with my own lips. I opened my eyes to look at him.


Zayden's eyes were still closed. His lips were parted and his breathing heavy. His head was tilted slightly, waiting for more. After a moment had passed Zayden's eye lashes fluttered and he opened his eye slowly. His cheeks turned pink as he realized what had just happened. His hand slowly fell from my neck as did his gaze from my face to the floor. I grabbed his chin gently and pulled up on it so he would look at me. Zayden's eye met mine after a moment. I felt myself getting lost in the blue depths of them.


I pulled Zayden closer to me. I could feel his body through the thin shirt I wore. I wanted him so bad right now. My groin tightened as Zayden's bit his bottom lip. I dipped my head down and placed a kiss where his neck and shoulder met. Zayden groaned as my lips touched his skin.


I trailed kisses up his neck, to his jaw line, and up to his ear. As I pressed my lips to his ear I whispered, "You, I want you. No buts Zayden." He nodded and I smiled at his reaction. What was he nodding to? Like I was giving him a choice. Silly boy. Whoa, wait that sounded a little crazy. Oh well.


I began backing Zayden into his room.While walking I stole more kisses from him. His arms repositioned themselves around my neck. When my lips found the spot on Zayden neck that drove him crazy he softly moaned. I sucked on his new found sweet spot as I laid him on his bed. Zayden gasped as I got on top of him, my erection brushing against his. When did they get here? I wondered.


I pulled back and sat up, looking at him. He propped himself up on his elbows and cocked his head to the side. We stared at each other, each asking the question; did we really want this? Judging by the bulge in his pants and the lustful look in his eye, I'd say he wanted it.


Looking at Zayden's bare chest and the sexy way he bit his lip when he was nervous - like he was now - was making me harder and harder by the second and I knew I wanted it too. I scooted back. Zayden must have thought I changed my mind because he whimpered.


Now I bit my lip, then bent down and grabbed Zayden's right nipple between my teeth. Zayden's back arched and his head tipped back. I pulled on the little bud then released it. I placed my mouth over it and sucked on it, occasionally flicking it with my tongue.


Zayden writhed on the bed under me. I stopped and kissed down his stomach. Using my teeth I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. As his pants parted I seen loose black and white polka dotted boxers. I placed a kiss on the fabric, directly above his hard on.


I looked up and see Zayden propped up his elbows again, looking nervous. I crawled up to him and rested my forehead against his. "What's wrong?"


Zayden blushed. "It's my...um...I'm a.... I've never....before.. You know if we do.. But um you probably don't want to...do...that... With me-"


I cut him off with a kiss. Zayden's mouth opened up, begging for my tongue. I obliged. Our tongues swirled together in his mouth. His fingers began pushing my shirt up my torso. I leaned back on my heals and tossed it off.


I smiled at him an finally removed his pants. He squirmed as I placed my hand over the tent in his boxers and rubbed it. The harder I rubbed him the tighter his fists grabbed the sheets. I bent down and kissed his stomach once more before slipping off his boxers. He was smoothly shaved.


Without hesitation I grabbed him. He inhaled sharply as I stroked him up and down once then paused. Releasing him I smiled, "are you sure you want to do this?" Please for the love of God say yes, I pleaded. Zayden nodded.


I grabbed him again and started to jerk him off. Zayden moaned and bucked his hips upward. I felt him harden even more as his dick pulsates in my hand. His eyes were shut and he bit his lip sometimes releasing it to let out a moan. Wanting to prolong it I stopped. Zayden groaned and opened his eyes to watch me.


I leaned over him again and kissed him. Our tongues danced and poked at each other. I licked every surface of his mouth. My tongue ran over his teeth and cheeks before swirling with his.


Feeling Zayden's lips against made made my heart soar and my head spin. I felt sparks shoot through me as they slid across each other. Zayden's hands gripped my sides and pulled me against him. Electricity shot through me as our bare chests smack together.


My lungs screamed at me for air and unable to ignore them I pulled back slightly. We were both breathing harder now. I reached up and caressed his cheek. His skin was softer than I had imagined.


My breathed had returned to normal now so I continued. I kissed his lips one more time before pressing them to his cheek and then to his neck. He gasped as my lips touched his skin. Remembering my earlier explorations of this region I returned to his sweet spot.


My fingers flicked and twisted one of his nipples while I sucked on his neck. He moan underneath me and it excited me further. My free hand ran down his stomach and I reached past his throbbing dick to massage his balls. I felt the vibrations of his vocal cords as he moan before I realized he was moaning my name. Hearing his call out to me as I touched him filled me with joy.


My pants were now painfully restricting me. Unable to resist it any more I stood up off his bed. Zayden groaned as my hands ceased their work on his body. I hastily torn away my pants and underwear. Zayden's eyes widened as he checked me out from head to toe, his eyes pausing at a certain spot.


He bit his lip nervously. "Do you think it'll fit?" He asked.


"Um, yeah.. It's not that big."


"Not that big my ass!"


I couldn't help it, I laughed at the irony of his words. He narrowed his eyes at me, "what?"


"Nothing." Before he could ask again I crawled back on top of him. His breath caught in his throat as my hard on poked his lower stomach. I smiled reassuringly at him and kissed his forehead. It was hot and slightly sweats.


I pushed myself down the bed so my face above his stomach. I kissed from the center of his stomach down to the base of his cock. Smirking, I looked at him and kissed up his shaft then licking the tip.


Soft moans fell from his lips as I slowly stroked him. Every few moments I bent my head and licked or kissed the top of him. I could tell Zayden was aching to thrust upward but I had his hips pinned to the bed.


"God, Morgan please. You're killing me." Zayden pleaded.


I grinned at him and then licked him once more before taking him in my mouth. I sucked on him and he cried out in pleasure. Zayden's fingers gripped my hair as my head bobbed up and down on him. He tugged at it and his legs bent as he squirmed on the bed.


I pulled my mouth of of him and trailed kisses down him and then taking in turn each of his balls and sucking on them. While my hand once again stroked his dick. I could tell he was getting close by the way he was gasping and moaning.


I felt him twitching in my hand. I swirled my tongue across his now leaking tip before closing my mouth over it again. A moment later he cried out my name as he came. His hips thrust up and he threw his head back. Zayden's cum filled my mouth and I gagged at the unfamiliar taste.


I swallowed the load in my mouth and licked up what had not made it. Zayden's chest rose and fell rapidly as he panted.


I kissed up his stomach, up his chest and then licked his his neck. My tongue followed his jugular vein ending right behind his ear. I kissed the back of his ear and then grabbed his ear lobe between me teeth. I sucked on the bit of skin, nipping the bottom of it.


To exhausted to moan he only whimpered.


I smiled, capturing his lips with mine. It was a simple kiss, closed mouthed. I rested my forehead against his. "Are you ready?" I whispered.


"Yes, I'm ready." He replied.


I brought my two fingers up to his mouth. "Wet them." I commanded gently.


He kissed them before pulling them into his mouth. His wet slimy tongue wrapped around and coated my fingers. Satisfied by the amount of saliva on them he opened his mouth.


I brought my hand down and rubbed his entrance. The small hole quivered under my finger in anticipation. I slid I wet finger past the ring of muscles.


"Ahh!" Zayden gasped as my finger entered him. His muscles milked my finger as he pushed down farther on my finger seeking more pleasure. I treated him by sliding in my second finger. The sound then came from him then was one of discomfort.


However I didn't blame him. I could tell from my intrusions he was very tight. My fingers seemed to barley fit and bending them was almost impossible. I tried scissoring my fingers in him and was semi-successful.


My dick throbbed excitedly. I was aching to take him now.


"Ah...uh...hng....uh..now Morgan! I need you not your fingers!"


I happily obliged.


My fingers pulled out of him and kissed his ear. "Roll over," I huskily whispered. He hesitated for a moment before rolling around to lay on his stomach. Wanting to aid the entrance but having no lubricant I improvised.


On his night stand sat a bottle of plain hand lotion. I squeezed some onto my hand rubbed my dick with it. After thoroughly coating myself I positioned myself over top of him.


As my tip pressed against his entrance he tensed up. "Relax baby."


Maybe it was my voice that soothed him or shock of me calling him baby, Zayden relaxed. Taking advantage of his calm demeanor I pushed into him. Half way in I heard him cry out. I paused, waiting for him to adjust. He shifted under me and whined.


When he grew silent and still I pushed in farther. Deciding to be quick I made a quick thrust and buried myself to the hilt in him. Zayden fingers twisted into the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. He sobbed and turned his head to glance downward to where we were joined. As he moved he sobbed again. Tears fell from his lashes, breaking my heart.


"Do you want me stop?"


He shook his head," No, I want you start moving. Being still hurts."


I beans over him, placing me arms in each side of him and kissed his shoulder to the back of his neck and then thrusted. Again I pulled partially out and then plunged back it.


Zayden buried his face in the pillow. He groaned loudly, but it was muffled by fabric. I pulled out of him over half way and thrusted forward harder and faster than before.


To my delight Zayden turned his head and I realized his groans of pain were now moans of pleasure. I buried my face in his hair and moaned with him. He smelled of lemon shampoo and I smiled. With his head turned his neck was exposed to me. While thrusting into him I bit the side if his neck while sucking on it.


A cross between pleasure and pain escaped him as I worked on bruising his neck. I wanted to mark him as mine. While I'd love to get Property Of Morgan Edward tattooed across his forehead, I couldn't, so I settled for a hickey instead.


My focus on his neck had slowed my humping. He whimpered and bucked under me. I kissed his neck again and concentrated on our lower halves. I repeatedly stabbed into him. Moans and panted sprang from my mouth as his body pushed and squeezed against me.


By accident I thrusted into him at an odd angle. As I hit the inside if him Zayden cried out in ecstasy. His back arched and his head rolled across my shoulder. I continued to hit him at that angle occasionally alternating to thrust straight into him.


I felt a familiar build up in my body. I was very close now. My hands gripped the sheets and plunged deeply into him once more. I pressed my face into the back of his neck as I came inside him. I felt the hot slimy substance fill him up and surround the tip of my dick.


I pulled out of him and laid beside him. Zayden and I both panted as we laid there. He rolled onto his side and watched me.


I smiled at him. His hair had fallen in front of his face and I reached up and brushed it away, caressing his cheek as I did. Realizing I wasn't going to ditch him now Zayden smiled and inched closer to me.


I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled his naked body to mine. His face was only an inch or two from mine. I kissed his forehead and then his nose before kissing his lips. Zayden smiled as we broke apart.


"Thanks." He whispered.


"For what?" I yawned.


"Saving me."


I squeezed him and nuzzled his neck. "You're welcome. But I have some bad news."


He tensed, "what?"


I gave him my best serious business look. My voice grim I said, " you're stuck with me now. Forever, which includes: stupid dates, plenty of sappy moments, and lots of sex and cuddling."


A huge smile broke out across his face. "I can handle that. As long as your ready for being stuck with me."


"Oh yeah," I looked him up and down," definitely."


He was quiet and thoughtful for a moment. "What about school?" His voice was soft. He nervously bit his lip.


"People at school can go fuck themselves if they can't accept us. I want to be with you and that's all that matters." I stated.


"What did you and Devon fight about today?"


I sighed, "it's not important."


Zayden raised an eyebrow at me. "Morgan. Tell me."


I inhaled and then told him briefly about my conversation with Devon that led to an outburst from yours truly. He scowled and looked at the pillow. "Oh, I'm sorry."


My caressed his cheek lightly causing him to look at me. "Don't be. It wasn't your fault."


He frowned with guilty eyes. I kissed him again. "Really baby. I promise. Not your fault, okay?"


Finally the corner of his mouth twitched up and he nodded.


He yawned, "Hey Morgan, I know it's only like four thirty but can we take a map."


"A map? What do we need a map for?" I questioned.


"I said nap not map."


"Oh."


"Dumbass." He murmured.


"Hey!" I protested. "You weren't saying that earlier."


He blushed and hid his face in my neck. " Shut up."


I chuckled but stayed silent.


"I love you Morgan."


"I love you too Zayden. Good night."


"Technically it's evening."


I rolled my eyes, " okay good evening."


"That's a greeting."


"Go to sleep."


He laughed and snuggled closer to me.


A few minutes later Zayden was snoring softly into my neck.


Was it worth it? Saving him?


Definitely.


I'd say it a million times, climb the tallest mountain then scream it to the top of my lungs, and I'd write it in the sky to save him. He was mine now, and I'd let the world know it.


I closed my eyes and was lulled into sleep by his soft rhythmic breathing. My last thought?


I love you Zayden.


A/N: eh, the ending could have been better but over all I like this story ^-^ I tried editing it some but I don't have much time right now. I'll fix any more mistakes I find this afternoon.


I don't know why I bother putting these (authors notes) since no one usually reads them anyway xD