Where the Moon Meets the Water

Chapter 8

Ryan reached across the console and gently nudged Jerry's hair away from his peace stricken features. Unknowingly grinning to himself at the realization that he had full advantage of the minor. Many thoughts rushed to his head in a hurricane of filth and pleasure. 

Ryan bit his lip as he pulled into the driveway of the child's apartment.

 "He can't really live here can he?" He said aloud.  The 30 year old male lived in a nice home with 3 acres to his name. The apartment was falling apart at the seams. Windows missing, a smashed ac unit on the pavement , and the walls were painted a dingy brown. Ryan cringed at the sight and looked back at the sleepig boy.

Quietly Ryan opened the car door and steped out closing with as little noise as posible the repeating the procedure to free Jerry from his seatbelt. He slipped one hand under Jerry's head and the other under the curve in his back. Slowly he lifted Jerry from the car and entered the building.

 "Excuse me," he said to the woman in the main office. She yelped and turned around to see Ryan  with a startled expression gracing her features. "Can you tell me what room Jerry belongs to?" He asked politely.

"Well aren't you a piece of meat," she whispered hungrily looking him up and down, biting her lip at the sheer sight of him. She glanced at Jerry cradled in the Muscular arms of Ryan and seemed to snap back to reality. She pulled out a book and pointed at a name scribbled in purple ink. "Well we only have one Jerry in our books. 26 first floor to the left," she said with a dissatisfied tone laced into her voice. "But my room is 03 to the right. I'll see you later," she waved and walked away swaying her hips in hopes of catching his attention. 

"Horny slut," he mumbled with a smirk and walked up a flight of stairs and headed to the left. "Room 23, 24, 25, and 26," he smiled and gently searched Jerry for his keys. Upon finding them, he  pushed a key into the lock and turned until a mechanical click emitted from the door. Then he slid the door open and stepped inside. Groping along the wall to find the light switch and  flicking it upwards when he found it.

The light illuminated the extremely white room. White walls, white counters, white cabinets, and a grey couch that seemed to fit the room perfectly. He walked to the couch trying not to knock anything over and laid the sleeping boy on the couch. 

Suddenly Jerry's eyes flew open and as Ryan was creeping to the door. Quickly Jerry ran up to him and pushed him down on the ground. Straddling the older male. A dark crimson tint  rushed onto Ryans face as Jerry began to slightly rock his hips. Feeling something harden beneath him. 

"J-Jerry," Ryan whimpered and placed his hands on Jerrys hips and roughly guided his hips to the desired pace. Jerry leaned down and began leaving butterfly kisses all up and down Ryan's neck and collar. 

Quickening the speed in which he was grinding caused Ryan to gently moan out at the teasing. Jerry ran his hands up and down Ryan's chest and began to remove his shirt. It only reached halfway up his chest before Ryan removed his hands from Jerrys hips and stopped him from removing his shirt. Jerry stopped moving in confusion and stared at Ryan.

 "I don't want our first time to be like this. I want it to be special. I want to know you better. Right now I would be taking advantage of you and I really don't want to do that," 

Jerry quickly got off of the older man. He simply just wanted to take his mind off of his itchy sweater and the urge to tear his skin apart. Tears lined his eyes but never tried to lead on that he of all people was scared. He doubted his every move, he doubted his very existence, and he even doubted what had just happened.

"Our first t-time?" He stuttered and stared as Ryan sat up Jerry still straddling his lap.