The Fog of Fame (Len x Oliver)

Chapter 14 - The Pain of Love

The blonde beneath me hummed as I kissed him, touched him... grazed his skin... his eyes were closed and the pleasured expression was clear on his calmcited visage.

I could hear the deafening heartbeats as I brought myself to continue... I...

I can't believe we're finally doing it.

The unnecessary barriers, blue, white and yellow were already on the floor, and what's left was the smooth white on yellow, the hot, wet goodness that came under.

The boy whimpered as I bit him, lightly... and I could feel his need growing too, from under that last black layer, breaking under the excitement.

He shifted on the soft below, his mouth an 'O' as he tried to contain the pleasure, the excitement as I massaged him slowly, lightly, lovingly.

"Le-"

I gasped, jolted up my bed, sweat trailing down my forehead. Then I panted... huff—puff— I looked around the room... nobody was there... a... a dream?

It was then I noticed a cold, wet feeling from under my pants... Did I...?

I looked down, my morning wood covered in sticky-white sap that had stained the light-yellow cover. I let myself lay down once again, curling up under the comfort of my warm blanket. I... I love him so much...

Why can't he... return it anymore?

I miss his words of love.

I miss being with him.

I miss Him.

I stayed there a little while longer, dabbling on the memories of us... it felt so long ago... and yet it felt like it was just yesterday that he was with me. Then I felt my tip touch the wet boxers once more... this is starting to get annoying... so I laid myself on my back, then pulled everything down, disposing of them onto the floor for later's chore.

Just as I stood up to head to my closet, my door blasted open. I jumped and panicked and saw, standing there was Rin, blushing.

"Get clothed, you pervert!" She shut the door with another slam.

I sighed, once you lie enough about something, you start to believe it...

But then there was that dream... argh...

I grabbed one of my casual shorts from the pile and pulled it on... the cold lingering feeling of fresh clothe on skin...

Just then, Rin barged in, again, and sat herself on the edge of my bed with her arms huffingly crossed.

"Why did you come here?" I asked coldly... it's never good news.

"The new kid's been talking a lot about you."

No!... he didn't... he couldn't!

"About?"

She shrugged, "he mainly just asked questions." Then she narrowed her eyes, her gaze piercing through mine, "what did you do with him in that recording session last week?"

"Nothing!"

"That better be true." She snapped accusingly, "we don't want him becoming like you too."

"Tch."

"Now, as for the concert tomorrow, you better not try and do anything funny."

"I won't." I replied, rolling my eyes, annoyed by her constant nagging. After all, I can't just leave him here.