Those Bloody Tears

Chapter Five

    I woke up to the soft stirring of Andy. I had a slight hangover and it took me a minute to remember what happened last night. I mentally punched myself before turning my attention back to the Sicilian. He stretched a little, yelping, and then let out a soft yawn. After all of his puppy-like ritual, he slowly opened his eyes. They went from slightly opened to wide and shocked in a micro second. He jerked upright pulling the sheet with him, reminiscent of a college girl who had just had her first drunken mistake.

            "How did I get here? And why am I half-naked?! Did we have sex?!" he asked several emotions playing over his face before settling on fear.

            "Your drink got spiked. I brought you in here when you passed out and took your clothes off so you'd be comfortable. No, we didn't have sex," I lied smoothly. The kid would have a coronary if I told him I sucked him off.

            "Are you sure?" he asked wiggling a little. I'm guessing to check and see if his perfect little a** hurt.

            I pulled him into my lap and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting both my hands on his left hip. “Yes, I'm sure, schätzchen. Ich würde niemals deine Jungfräulichkeit in diesem Zustand.”

            “What's that mean?” he asked in a small voice.

            I brushed his hair back out of his face. "I said I would never take your virginity in that state."

            "Really?" he asked with wide eyes. D*** did I really come off as some kind of sick f*** of a rapist?

            I kissed his forehead. "Yes. I'll take it after I pressure you into it," I joked with a chuckle and slid my hand down to his crotch, quickly turning it into an erection.

            He seemed shocked by my sudden switch of gears. He did something out of the ordinary; instead of freaking out he put his hand on mine and moved it to his stomach. I tried to creep my hand down to the waistband of his boxers. He looked up at me with a scolding look and moved my hand back.

            "Was hat sich in dich gefahren?"

            "And that means?"

            "What has gotten into you?"

            "I don't want to say."

            "Why not?"

            "Because you'll think it's silly."

            "Just tell me."

            "No."

            "Andycakes."

            "I'm not as afraid that you're going to rape me anymore," he mumbled, casting his eyes downward.

            "You were afraid I was going to rape you?” I asked frowning, but I didn’t want to let him know that it bothered me so I added, “Can't rape the willing." I laughed until I noticed that he wasn't laughing along.

            "I'm serious."

            "I am too. I would never rape you, unless I yelled surprise first."

            He just blushed and scrambled off my lap. He scurried around pulling on his clothes. D*** too far. Let’s go farther. Once he was dressed I politely walked over and jerked his pants down.

            "Hey! I just put those on," he said blushing.

            "And I just took them off," I said eying his nether regions.

            He quickly pulled up his pants and hunted for a belt. I don't know how I got them off so easily because they were just as tight as they were last night. Just like Andy would be.

            "Want me to fix you some breakfast, sweet cheeks?" I asked pinching his butt.

            He gave that adorable little squeal and nodded following me to the kitchen. I fixed us a big pan of eggs; I got out the orange juice and poured us a glass.

            "Andycakes, you know what you have to do for food?"

            He gulped and looked at me with round eyes. "What?" he asked in a screechy voice.

            I chuckled and then my lips twitched into a smirk before I spoke, "A kiss will do."

            He walked in front of me and nervously stood on his tippy toes and kissed me, placing his arms on my shoulders to make it work. I kissed back putting my hands on his plump little rear squeezing it gently. He pulled away red faced. I moved out of the way and he sat down at the island and began eating. I joined him, but he wasn’t there for long. He ate like he hadn’t eaten in days, he didn’t even touch his orange juice until he was finished eating.

            "Calm down it's not going anywhere," I chided. Then I got up and refilled his plate, putting a little more on there than the first time.

            "I know.. I was just hungry.." he muttered, wasting no time stuffing his mouth full of eggs.

            A small part of me cared enough to wonder if he had been eating properly, by the way he ate. I picked at my food while I was pondering this. Andy excused himself to the bathroom while I was finishing my first plate of eggs. I didn’t say anything to him; I just kept eating and thinking. One thing I was enamored with, the other thing I wasn’t too fond of.

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