His fingers danced over the keys, pressing down only very lightly, each note letting out a soft sound, forming a little song.
Adrian kept his right hand on the piano, his left resting in his lap while the other practiced the same melody over and over, each long finger carefully placing itself to play the broken chords, making the harmonies.
He sighed and dropped his head, his eyes closed. Would he ever be able to make it up to Bailey? Would things ever be the same again? What could he to do let him finally forgive him?
“I knew you'd be here.” he heard, and his head perked up, turning to the door, which was open only a crack, a figure in the gap, “Can I come in or would I be disturbing your practice session?”
A smile grew on Adrian's face and he let out a laugh of disbelief, “You know you're always welcome when it's me.”
Bailey walked into the room, closing the door behind him, waddling a little as he came towards the piano, to Adrian's outstretched arms.
Adrian grabbed him as soon as he came into reach and pulled him onto the lap, making him giggle.
“I'm sorry.” he said, his nose rubbing against Adrian's.
“you're sorry?” Adrian said, bewildered, “No I should apologize, I—”
“Shh...” Bailey said, his eyes shut, forehead now resting against the older boy's, “Just let me speak. You'll get your chance.”
Adrian shut his mouth, nodding slightly, “Okay. Go ahead.”
Bailey took a deep breath and retracted his head away from his, “I'm sorry for being so shitty earlier and not accepting your apology. I was just disappointed because of how easily you believed I cheated on you, like you don't trust me, like you think I'd sleep with other guys.”
“I know, and I understand.” He said, after being sure Bailey had said what he wanted to, “See, the thing is, Bailey, I'm incredibly insecure. I know it's weird, I'm the captain of the football team, why would I be insecure? But I feel like you've had so much better than me... Do things to you that— and I know this sounds really bad— but I'm scared that maybe I can't pleasure you properly and then I was scared that I took things too slowly, that you wanted to sleep with someone and Peter came at the hight of all of this, with the tournament making me even more stressed, and he just started talking to you, got your attention, you enjoyed hanging out with him that it intimidated me. He seemed to be more like you then I am. I guess I let my insecurities get the best of me.”
Bailey nodded, understanding, “I get what you mean. I get where you're coming from, but don't be worried about that. Not at all, even if some of the guys who've fucked me might be more sexually experienced and knew what they were doing, doesn't mean that it will be anywhere near as good as it can be with you.” he smiled at him, cupping his face lightly, “First of all, I actually want to do it with you. Second of all, I still need to know what sex should be like, not the messed up way you said I think it's like. And third, every little touch of your skin against mine sends electricity through me. I'm hypersensitive when I'm with you, Adrian, because I love you.”
Adrian sucked in a breath, his eyes growing wet, “Fuck.” he whispered, taking a hand off of Bailey to wipe the tears he couldn't understand why were spilling out.
“Hey, no, why are you crying?” Bailey asked, his head dipping closer to his.
He shook his head, “I don't know, I'm emotional, I just—” a small sob escaped his lips and suddenly Bailey was kissing him, making him kiss back forcibly, with so much passion that he didn't even know was humanely possible.
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Habits Of My Heart
Teen Fiction[INCOMPLETE, SLOW UPDATES] After the death of his mother, Bailey was pulled out of school and forced by his father to work as a prostitute, so that his father had enough money to handle finances. After his father is killed, his life is turned upsid...
