Nightmares and Fantasies

Blue Bird

I'm almost finished my drawing when Larry finishes his poem. "Perfect" he says, he has this look on his face that I haven't seen before. "Wait, I wanna see but lemme finish my thing first." I don't rush my drawing, I line the drawing of Larry, erase the pencil, and say, "There. Now I'm done. Can I see what you wrote?" Larry passes me the journal, "I wanna see what you drew then." My face gets hot. Larry smiles when I hand him my drawing, my hearts beating like a hammer. I start reading the poem.

"Eyes and hair, A sea of blue, like the sunny days wild blue yonder. Face with scars that tell a story, atop a handsome face, hidden behind a shield of porcelain, a mask that's like a cage. Lips so soft and wonderfull looking, I wish I could connect with mine. Like a Blue Bird, flying and free, I want to love him as my own, and him to love me. He is small and cute and wonderfull. He is my special Blue Bird ❤"

My face is burning like a burger on a barbeque. "It's called B-blue bird" Larry says a little nervously, and your drawing. I love it." Larry blushes a bit, my whole head feels as if it's on fire. "Larry I-" I choke on my words. Suddenly, Larry sits me on his lap as he unbuckles my mask. "L-larry?" I ask, I look up and he's looking down at me. "Do you mind?" He asks sort of sweetly and seductively, and kisses me. He tastes wonderfull. Like fresh pasterys coming out of the oven. I manage to get my tounge in between Larry's lips and explore his mouth. I dont want this to end, but it has to so we can breath.

"O-oh my god..." Larry says panicked. "I-i didn't mean to man, I just-" 

"Larry" I cut him off and position myself so the front of my body is facing him. "I liked that.." I whisper and kiss him again. Larry places a hand at my ass and slides the other one up the front of my shirt. I do the same but both my hands slide up his shirt. "I've been meaning to tell you something" he whispers in my ear. "I fucking love you."

"I love you to." I whisper back, and continue to kiss him.