Maximum Overload [BoyxBoy]

Overload 17-Candles in the Night

Hey! I REALLY like this chapter. The theme behind it will be a reoccuring one for Max and it is super important later in the story. Enjoy. Comment!

Overload 17-Candles in the Night

                The last few days had officially sucked. There had been a good sized piece of glass lodged in my leg and that is what had caused me so much pain. It was very close to my femoral artery and had begun to work its way out. Chances are that if my body had forced the piece of glass out by itself, it would have severed that artery. So that night I had gone into emergency surgery to remove it from my leg.

                I sighed as I swung my way through the front door as Kale held it open for me. I made my way into the kitchen to get a snack, I would be avoiding pickles for a while… I found absolutely nothing appetizing so I just decided to skip it. This was my first night home and already I was incredibly bored. I groaned audibly as Kale rounded the corner entering the kitchen.

                “What?”

                “I’m bored….Meet me in the hot tub in ten?” I asked having a sudden idea.

                “Sure.” Kale smiled and then went up to his room. I swung myself on the crutches over to the cabinet and grabbed a whole basket of plain white candles that my mother used to burn. Jordan and I had taken to them after she died but I hadn’t burned any since the night of Jordan’s funeral. I had stared at every last one as they were snuffed out just as quickly as Jordan’s life had been. It reminded me how quickly things could end. I walked out back by the hot tub. Lighting the candles and placing them around on the steps to the tub. I leaned my crutches up against the fence and hopped over to the steps.

                I sat down removing my leg brace, my shirt, and my jeans. I was now in only my boxers and my bandages. My doctor had recommended this special sleeve type thing to go over the bandages and lock out moisture because I was supposed to keep my stitches as dry as possible. But the doctor had agreed that spending time in the hot tub would help me relax. I half climbed, half fell into the water and sat on the bench inside. A few minutes later Kale came out in actual swimming trucks and climbed in beside me.

                “The candles are a nice touch.” He said admiring them.

                “Thanks, they remind me of Jordan and my mom.” I said smiling at the memory.

                “Really? How so?” He asked looking over at me.

                “My mom used to light them constantly when we were little and Jordan and I always made fun of her. One night after she died he came into my room and dragged me out of bed. We came out here and lit dozens of them and we just sat here and talked all night. Jordan was good at talking. The night of Jordan’s funeral was the last time that I burned any. I came out here by myself and lit them all and I kept them going all night until they all snuffed themselves out. The next day I bought these but I never burned them.” I sighed at the sudden wave of nostalgia.

                “Max?”

                “Yeah?”

                “How did your mother die?”

                “I’m not ready to answer that yet, but I guess it was just time for her candle to go out.” I whispered.

                “You’re the strongest person I know. You know that?” Kale said taking my hand under the water.

                “I’m far from that.”

                “No, you are. You’ve survived things that no one could ever imagine. I don’t know how you carry on the way that you do but I am sure glad that you do. You give me hope Max.” I leaned forward so that our chests were touching and Kale closed the gap between our lips. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and there was an incredible heat behind it. Kale pulled me onto his lap and we rocked slightly back and forth as the heat was building.

                “Kale,” I breathed as he moved his lips to my collar bone and back up my neck. I crashed my lips back to his the moment that he paused to take a breath. I grabbed his hips pulling him closer to me and he put his hands on either side of my face as our tongues clashed. I moved my lips to his jaw line as he circled his arms around me pulling our chests even closer so that we were touching in as many ways as physically possible in our present position. “Kalen,” I used his full name and he moaned as I sucked on his bottom lip. “I want you.” I hissed and from what I could tell from my current position on his lap that he wanted me too. If you know what I mean… He forced his tongue into my mouth leaning forward a little bit so that I sunk down into the warm water a little more. “Kalen…” I moaned.

                “Your room?” He whispered and I nodded. He gestured for me to climb onto his back and I obliged. He got out of the hot tub and picked one candle up before walking into the now dark house. I put my arms up under his, gripping his chest and I had the sudden desire to tease him so I slowly ran my tongue up his neck from behind. I could feel him physically shiver and I took that as a reason to keep going. So I full on bit into his neck and he groaned half from pleasure and half from pain. When we got to my room he set the candle on the nightstand and flipped me lightly onto the bed. Before I even had time to blink He was on top of me and suddenly I was incredibly nervous.

                Was I really about to do this? I was nervous but my hands seemed to find their way to the strings on Kale’s swimming trunks as I untied them. In a few seconds it was just Kale and I with no barriers. I gulped and took a deep breath. I really wanted him, I may even love him. I could tell that he wanted it too so why shouldn’t I? It turns out that I couldn’t think of a good enough reason not to…

                It turns out that every part of Kale was absolutely perfect and he was just, amazing. We lay there afterwards with my head on Kale’s chest. He leaned over and blew out the candle and I suppose that it was symbolic in a way. I suppose that we all have our own candles. At times we burn bright and others we barely flicker with life. But we live life with a fire nonetheless until we have nothing else to give. Some people’s candles burn until there is no wax left, others are snuffed out before their time. Some encounter a light breeze that shakes the flame and for others tornadoes that blow them out completely. Some come across rain that just so happens to put out the inferno before it ever truly burns. It isn’t fair and it isn’t predictable but in a way it can be what gives life a purpose.

                Other times it just gives us the feeling of being smothered as we lack the oxygen that every bright flame needs to burn properly. Sometimes it is simply the candles around us that keep us muddling through but we do. I guess that our candle is the fire that gives us reason to live, because if you never had to worry about the flame going out then what would the purpose be?

Sorry if the scene with Max and Kale disappointed some of you but I'm not ready to write a full on sex scene yet. Maybe some day but I don't feel like I could write it well enough to satisfy you guys. Pay very close attention to Max's Candles analogy and tell me what you think of it! Comment Please!