Thomas Jefferson is a very popular boy, handsome and elegant. He doesn't really like going out, but his friend Maria asks him to take her to the Polymanga (in Switzerland) that he accepts.
He didn't know he would meet a boy who will forever change...
"You love me?" He says looking at me and starting to laugh.
Why is he laughing? I just told him my feelings.
"You're so funny, Poppet Tommy. How can a guy like you like a guy like me? " He says laughing. My heart is breaking. He doesn't love me.
"Besides, you're not even gay." He says as he finished laughing. I widen my eyes.
"What makes you say I'm not gay?" I say trying to keep my tears.
"I don't know...maybe because you came out with at least 10 girls and you keep turning them around." He says ironically. I can't find the words. What should I tell him?
"And also the way you reacted, when you thought me and Aaron were together. At that moment I thought you were homophobic." He says with a smile and always with irony.
"I reacted that way because I love you and I did not want someone else to come out with you." I say embarrassed.
"And with Dolley? Why did not you do anything? "He says still hesitantly.
"I told myself that if you loved him I had to accept him so as not to make the same mistake as before." I say shyly, scratching my head. He begins to think.
"Hold on! Does that mean you really thought about the things you said when you were drunk? " He asks, blushing. God, how cute he is when he blushes!
"I don't remember everything, but I remember telling you that I love you, so yes." I say shyly, blushing.
"That's why you kissed me back?" He says shyly, blushing. I turn into a ripe tomato.
"I...I...ye... yes...it... it's...for...that." He begins to laugh at what's relaxing me a little.
"And the flowers? The letter was addressed to me?" I nod.
"Thomas, I'm not really good at relationships." I stop keep back my tears. It's over.
"And as I told you, I don't really know my sexuality, but despite the things we've done, I want to try...Thomas...You cry?"
What?
I didn't realize that I was crying. I turn to no longer face his face and wipe my tears.
"I am sorry. I said something wrong? "I turn around and shake my head.
"No...it's just that I thought you were going to refused." I say with still tears in my eyes.
"Aww Poppet Tommy ~"
He takes me in his arms. I squeeze the little being ready for me and dry my tears.
"Thomas, I'm willing to try to stay with you one or two weeks, but if I see that it does not work, we'll stay, okay?" I nod, I walk away from him to give him a beautiful smile.
"But if I see that you've made fun of me and lied to me and you have no feelings for me, you're dead." He says softly, smiling. My smile disappears. I tremble words he has spoken. I nod. He still doesn't believe me? I love him. What do I have to do to show him?
"So uh ... would you like to be my boyfriend?" I say awkwardly. He nods. I smile like an idiot. He is my boyfriend !!!! We can go to appointments just the two of us more often, make cuddles until the fall of the night, we can talk about everything and nothing, we can get to know each other better and we can ki...ehh....
"James, it annoys you if I kiss you often." I say stupidly, blushing.
"Oh! So did you like when I kissed you? He asks with a smile. My face becomes very red. I nod.
I love to have your lips on mine, they are soft, luscious. They give a nice feeling. I really want to go further with you, to help you feel better, to touch you and....
"Thomas, I didn't know you were like that." He says with a smile. I look at him confused.
"You want me and you want to touch me, huh?" He says, raising an eyebrow. I blush so much when I could be confused with a fire truck I can't look at it anymore.
"I ... I ... wanted ... I didn't want t...." I was cut by a pair of lip. I'm melting in the kiss directly and starting to feel his tongue traveling in my mouth. I become red. I didn't expect him to do such a thing.
I don't know why I feel shy with him. I did it with lots of girls, so why do I feel surprised as if this is the first time I kiss someone?
I open my mouth to give him room. I moan when I feel his tongue intermingle with mine. He puts his hands on my face to finally blame me for the kiss. I moan of the sensation of his body against mine.
He moves away from the kiss by breaking the saliva thread that connects us. I blush and look elsewhere several times, my heart beats.
"To answer your question, yes, you can kiss me whenever you want." I'm still a little stunned by what he just went through.
"You're too tense Poppet Tommy, you better go to bed." He says with a smile. His smile is beautiful.
He accompanies me to my room.
"Good night Tommy cabbage."
"Go...good night Jemmy."
I begin to close the door so that he is finally stopped by James' foot.
"Hey! And my kiss before sleeping? "I blush.
"I did it to you, now it's your turn." He says. He puts his arms around me.
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I blush before putting my lips on hers. This time, there were no tongue, but that doesn't prevent that it is admirable. I put my hands around his waist to bring him closer.
I feel that he plays with the curls of my hair. We move away from the kiss and look at each other.
He removes his arms around me, but I do not let go of his waist and without knowing it my hands slide on his bottom. He laughs and pushes me.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Tommy. You are really greedy. ~ " He says haughtily. I'm blushing.
"Good night, Tommy. And sweet dreams." He says as he closed my bedroom door.
You are so different from others. Every time I think I know you, another part of you opens to me. I hope you can open to me.
I take off my clothes to stay with my underpants and lie on my bed. I keep thinking of all the times we kissed before I'm falling asleep.
