Of Shattered Hearts And Broken Glass

Chapter 12

I woke up to the sight of Kyle's beautiful face in front of mine. His warm breath on my face, our arms still around each other, his tight body against mine. I leaned in and gently pecked him on the cheek and saw his eyelids part to expose his lushous green eyes.

"Morning" the words came out, gruff from his cherry lips that formed a smile.

"Morning" I smiled back at my boyfriend. My hot new boyfriend.

I couldn't believe how I felt. I have been with many girls before, but this, this felt different. It felt so.. so right, even though I didn't even understand it fully.

Kyle's soft lips against mine escorted me out of my subconscious world. He kept on kissing and I could feel his warm tongue requesting enterance, I gave it to him and started kissing back. His hands rubbing over my back as I pressed him onto his, still exploring the insides of each other's mouths. His heat making me hot and I could see the same was happening the other way around.

While kissing I slid his boxers down and grabbed his warm, girthy manhood that almost filled my hand completely. Rubbing up and down at the same pace as our kissing, I could hear him moan and could feel his tongue dancing for joy as his body was trembling beneath me. I continued massaging until right before he came, then stopped. I grinned as he made a sound of frustration, then started again, this time much rougher and faster, causing him to hyperventilate and shiver. Soon he came, but didn't stop kissing. Instead, he pushed me onto my back and started sliding his tongue down my neck, moving to my nipple and sucking it for a while before moving down my ribcage and over my stomach, sending shivers over my body. He proceeded, driving his toungue down the sharp driveway of my v-line which made me moan deeply and yearn for his mouth even more deeply. Soon I felt a warm wetness ingulf my member. He ran his tongue up and down the underside which made me feel electric, his lips adding oil to my fire as their pressure rubbed over my shaft. A deep grunt escaped from low in my throat, I lost control, my hands in his hair and my back arched. It was clear that I am gay, but at that moment nothing mattered. Not my parents not my ex not even my totalled car. It was just me and him, my blissful euphoria that sheltered me from reality.

My muscles pulled taut as I released my seed into his mouth. After I was done, he took his mouth off and spat it into a glass with the previous night's whisky and ice in.

"You are amazing" he said in exhaustion.

He leaned over the bed an kissed on my forehead, before exiting and audibly decending down the stairs.

I laid there for a while then lifted myself out of bed, putting on pants -I can't afford to let him see my scars yet- then went downstairs.

As I decended the stairs I was met by a wonderful smell of sizzling bacon and something that smelled like sausages and eggs. I let my nose guide me to the dining room and saw Kyle putting down two plates, each covered by a silver cloche. He looked up as he noticed my presence, his face decorated with a smile and two delecate dents in his cheeks. I moved over to him, enjoying the smell of food filling my nostrils.

"It's not much" he laughed

"By the smell of it, I disagree"

He grinned shyly and gestured for me to go sit down, as he did the same. I lifted the cloche and, as the pleasant smell of Kyle's handywork hit me, I was entertained by a sight of deluctable bacon, pork sausages that shimmered from some sweet sauce, crispy white toast and sunny side up eggs, covered in various spices.

I looked up at him in amazement, "You did all this in a few minutes?"

"It's not much" he replied with a shy smile.

We dug in and I indulged, being plunged into the decadence of the sweet and savoury tastes of the sausage and toast dancing over my tongue.

"Foodgasm", I mumbled, while chewing.

He looked amused, "A what?"

I swallowed, smiling, "A foodgasm"

He cracked up laughing, "No one has ever described my cooking like that before. Foodgasm, I like it.", grinning as he said the last part.

We finished our food while chatting about various things, occasionally laughing at each other. He was so perfect.

After eating, we went upstairs to shower, together. I made sure that the ensuite's blinds were down, so Kyle can't see my thighs. I think I love him, but that doesn't mean I expect him to accept me, Tracey never did, how can I expect him to -not as if I deserve it anyway. I stopped believing in happily ever afters a long time ago, besides, I would not want him to see that side of me, not yet and probably not ever.

"Everything okay?" His gentle voice cutting through my thoughts.

"Y-Yeah"

"You look.. bothered by something" he sounded worried, it almost freaked me out. No one was ever worried about me, why would he be?

"Nah, it's nothing..."

"..Kyle"

"Yeah?"

"Wha- what do you see in me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, why are we together. What made you go for me out of all people. I mean, I am sure that there are many other gays and bisexuals in our school, why did you choose me specifically?"

He was quiet for a while, the only sound, the warm water hitting the floor.

"Well, um.. You are hot. Your brown hair always frames your beautiful face perfectly. Your piercing eyes always gentle, you've also got the hottest body EVER. You are muscular but not too lean, perfectly defined abs and pecs with strong arms and sexy forearms. To top it all off, you've got the greatest fashion sense in the school, simplistic yet tasteful."

It was amazing hearing that someone appreciated me. Tracey never even complemented me and here he was, narrating a whole article on why I am perfect.

"Uh.. thanks. You really think that?"

"Yeah, you're amazing."

"You too. I love the cute smile that appears on your face when you're shy, you also have the most amazing body, so compact and tight. Your kind personality makes me tingle on the inside and the caring look in your eyes makes my knees weak. You are gentle, yet strong. Caring yet independent. The touch of your hands take me to another world and the feeling of your lips gives me goosebumps all over my body."

He gave a shy smile followed by a half chuckle that conveyed that he was bit uncomfortable. "A bit deep there, thanks, you are my hot, sexy boyfriend" he said and kissed me on the mouth.

After showering, we made sure that the house was free of any party residue. The butler already replaced all the items he hid in preparation of the party and received his "tip" from me. Then we popped some popcorn, switched on the TV and cuddled while watching some netflix in the cinema room.

We sat there for a few hours, lost in a different world. One where everything was perfect, one where there were no problems and no pain. Where I had parents who cared and many true friends, on where I didn't cut to accept myself, where I didn't have to cut in order to feel.

"Hey Devereaux, we're back. You have some expla-... who's the.. guest?" It was my dad in the doorway behind us, shit, did he notice how close we sat together?!