Blind With Lust *Anniversary Edition* --REWORKING--

Chapter 13

I

I let the day come naturally. I did my homework, varying from English to Math, I ate my dinner, dad not there because he wanted another guys night out, and I did my chores, peacefully to not cause more commotion in my life.

I was in my bed. The light blanket covered half my body, and the pillow was oddly placed under my head. I just stared up, allowing the peacefulness, and the joy of starting over, rush into my body. It was enough emotion to make me sigh to myself, and smile, almost crazily, to myself.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in." I said. Adrian opened the door slowly, and walked gently over to the bed. He stood there for a moment, trying to catch my attention. I slowly turned my head towards him, slightly coming out of my physiological state.

"What?" I asked innocently, my expression still a dazed and happy one.

"What's wrong with you?" He questioned my expression, adding a laugh to his own.

"Haha. Nothing. Just...thinking." I replied. He bent down, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

"About what?"

"About us, of course." I exasperated. He just chuckled as he slowly reached out to touch my face. I allowed him, watching as he was tenderly caressing my cheek. He then placed a small peck on my right cheek, which I responded with a blush of love. I liked this. The tender love which came with loving someone. The affection, and enjoyment of one another's company.

"Well, don't be out off yet. I just need to wait when dad comes home, and everyone is asleep, and we will share our love." Adrian said, while slowly taking his hand away, and getting up. He looked at me romantically one last time, and left my room.

I just stood there, returning back to the dream land which I enjoyed... Until it got rudely interrupted.

II

A loud bang came from downstairs, followed by some loud talking, and then crying. After the crying, I heard rushed footsteps coming down the stairs. I got up quickly, rushing out down stairs.

When I reached the bottom, my dad was by the doorway, my mother holding her cheek, and Adrian pulling a defensive position.

"Dad, you're drunk!" Adrian yelled, causing my dad to look at him, and then he saw me behind Adrian.

"Hey! Look! It's my faggot son. Hey faggot, you like taking it up the ass you bitch." My dad scolded me, but I stood my position, not allowing myself to be moved by what he said.

"Dad!" Adrian yelled again, trying to capture my dad's attention. " Stay away for tonight. You are to drunk to be here." My dad looked at Adrian, and he just smiled like an idiot, raising his hand and backing away towards the door.

"Okay Adrian, just for my son." He slurred, walking away from our home, and disappearing in the cold, autumn night.

My mother then exalted a loud gasp of air, and starting bawling. I went down to my knees, comforting my mother as Adrian closed the door.

"I'm getting a divorce." My mom cried into my arms.

"Don't say that mommy." I comforted her, rubbing her back gently to sooth her aches. "We will get through this."

"I hope so." My mother finally said, lifting herself up from the floor, and whipping away her tears.

"Let's get some sleep." Adrian said, guiding my mother up the stairs to her room.

III

I slowly made my way up the stairs, after cleaning the mess my father made in the quarrel.

I pushed the door open, sighing loudly as I lay down on my bed. I closed my eyes, trying to seduce sleep to come to me, and rest my body emotionally. I was there, well half-way there, until I felt a pair of soft lips meet mine, and the bed started dipping by my hips.

I slowly opened my eyes, not wanting to frighten Adrian with how I was surprised. I just let it happened, opening my mouth when ever his tongue teased to enter. I let him take control.

After what seemed to be half an hour of kissing, Adrian slowly got up from the bed. I looked at him with a puzzled expression, but he answered my question when he started taking off his shirt. My eyes wondered, gazing up and down the beautifully formed body. I was pulling off a semi-erection, which pleased Adrian more. He started to take of his shorts, and now he was only left with his briefs on, his member creating a tent.

"Start taking off your clothes too." Adrian said, and I diligently abided, slowly taking off my shirt and my tight pants. Now we were both alike, with our briefs and our members sticking out, Adrian's more than mine.

Adrian walked towards the bed, falling on top of me. I moved with him, and I laid down as Adrian hovered above me, our members slightly touching each other. Adrian kept his eyes on mine, never letting the connection between us depart. He looked hungry, lustful, excited for me. He just waited for my approval.

"Take me." I softly said. He looked at me one more time, and then started kissing his way from my neck, down my chest, all the way to the seam of my briefs. He then started stroking my member through the fabric, and then he revealed my manhood in one swipe. I gasped at how urgent he made it. I looked down at him, but he just kept staring at my wet member. I bit my lips softly, waiting eagerly for him to start. He then took me, working his tongue like a person who was skilled at the art of fellatio. I moaned sweetly, pleasing him even more.

"Adrian..." I moaned through my lips. I kept repeating his name over and over. I was almost there. I clenches Adrian's soft hair waiting for my release. Then I came with a loud moan, which I covered quickly before I woke up my mother. I then started trembling, as Adrian started cleaning up every last drop from my member. I relaxed as Adrian came up towards me, bringing my thin blanket with him.

"I love you, Augustus." He whispered tenderly into my ear.

"I love you too." I repeated, slowly drifting away to sleep.

We laid there, as we did when we came to this world, naked. And through out the night, we cuddled sweetly together, until dawn came, and the sweet birds sang it's melody.

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-Boxy