Seven Stupid Roses

The Some-What Impossible Green Rose

Making a green rose was harder than turning Alex on. You had to know just the right places.

For example, you had to know the perfect spot to cut the stem so the green water could get sucked up in the rose and change it's colour.

Just like you had to know just where to kiss Alex's neck and jaw to make him gasp in pleasure.

You had to know exactly how to strip the section of the stem so it's quicker to dye the petals of the rose a dark grass green.

Just like I had to know which layer of clothing to take off of Alex first. I typically started with his shirt so I can leave hickeys on his collar bones and hip bones.

Anyway, my point is it's really fucking hard to dye a fluorescent red rose dark green. Just like it's hard to turn Alex on.

So about four roses later, I finally have a dark green rose to go with the small rainbow of flowers he has going on.

Alex was definitely getting better with progress. He's back on track with taking his medication again and is far happier than he was.

I didn't want to send him; I just knew it would help him a lot. He understands that I wanted him to get better. I couldn't stand to see him cry himself to sleep anymore and have a panic attack when thing weren't in order, or if I had two bowls facing up and two facing down.

I love him too much to watch him suffer. I know everybody's worst fear is a metal hospital or therapy, but sometimes it really helps. Sometimes you need a hug and sometimes you need someone to help you set things straight.

Alex, however, went with this theory quite a bit. I tried hugs and even a few kisses but Alex needed help beyond my ability. I really tried for him but I couldn't see him in pain anymore.

I finished wiping off the counter of crumbs from when I made the pie crust and washed the rag out.

Alex was at the library. I woke up and felt a little cold and went to pull him into me, but he wasn't there. I walked downstairs to find a note that he wanted to check out some Stephen King books and took his skateboard to the local library.

He was a nerd, but my nerd.

It gave me a little time to clean up the house a little and get the rose to change colours. I put the green rose on the coffee table where he'd see it when he walks in, which would hopefully be soon.

When I was putting the last of the dishes away, I heard a dry chuckle. I smiled to myself and turned around to see Alex holding the green rose in his grasp.

Alex grinned and set his stack of books on the table. I saw 'The Shining', 'Misery', and 'Rose Madder' all in a pile.

"This must've taken some effort." He smiled.

I grinned and put my arm around his shoulders.

"Only the best for you, love." I said.

Alex blushed and set the rose in the other pile of roses. I pulled him into me again and set my lips on his.

When I was about to pull back, Alex tangled his fingers in my hair and opened his mouth where he wanted my tongue.

I gently slipped my tongue over his lips and in his warm mouth, where his tongue gently massaged against mine. Alex put his hips into mine and I slipped my hands down to the back of his thighs and picked him up.

Knowing where I was going, Alex wrapped his legs around me and gently pulled away.

"Want to finish off what we were gonna do yesterday in the shower?" He smirked

I nodded and pushed my lips with his again. I was the more sexual one of the relationship, but when Alex wanted it, he would go to extreme measures to get it.

I decided to bring him to our bedroom and toss him on the bed. Alex blushed and opened his legs enough where I can lay between them.

I ignored the offer of his lips and wet straight to his neck, where I bit the skin and nibbled softly to try and find his new spot.

They changed quite frequently; one day it was below his ear and he next it was on his collar bone.

Alex gasped when I reached right below his collar bone and I smirked. Sitting up, I took off my shirt and Alex's and through them away on the floor.

Going back to his spot, I began to bite and suck hard enough to leave a thick purple mark. Alex was pulling my hair and let out a few moans when I was leaving my little love bite.

I trailed down to his pant line with kisses and bit his hip bones, where he moaned my name out loud and gave my hair a harsh tug.

My erection was quickly growing and making my boxers and jeans feel rather uncomfortable.

I went back to Alex's lips and laid down on top of him. I'm pretty sure he felt my growing erection on his and that's why he started to rub his hand against my bulge.

I bit his lip in pleasure and felt the adrenalin rush through my blood when Alex slipped his freezing hands down my pants and boxers and rubbed against my erection.

"Take your pants off, Jacky." Alex said.

I did as told and tugged Alex's down to the floor too and tossed them away from the bed. Alex didn't hesitate to slip his hands down my boxers again and start pumping this time.

I groaned and leaned back as he went rather slow.

"Do we still have lube left?" He asked.

He slipped his hand out of my boxers and I checked the top drawer by the bed. I got out the lube and watched as Alex sighed in relief.

I slipped off my boxers and watched Alex strip his. Slowly, I put the lube on myself and felt Alex's eyes burn into me.

"Do you like what you're seeing?"

"Get over here and fuck me."

I smirked. Like I said, when he wants it, he wants it.

Slowly, I crawled between his legs again and picked him a little. I slipped my member into him slowly at first and waited till he got use to it. Soon, I was working my lips on his collar bones and thrusting in and out of him.

Alex moved his hips in sync to my thrusts and tugged my hair when something felt really good.

I must've hit his prostrate cause he was rather vocal.

"F-frick, Jack, do that aga- oh my god!"

I smiled and gently sucked his collar bone, leaving yet another mark.

"You're p-fuck-perfect Alex, y-you know?" I smiled.

Alex ran his short nails on my back and moaned my name as he came onto our stomaches. I moaned with him and came also. Letting Alex ride out his orgasm for a little while, I rolled off of him and sighed.

He rolled over and tossed me a few tissues from the nightstand. Both of us wiped off and slipped our boxers back on.

"C'mere." I whined, pulling Alex into me.

He giggled and put his head on my chest. I smiled and gently kissed his head as he pulled up out blankets.

Alex got comfortable and I felt the warmth between us grow. He was sleeping in his boxers so I had to keep him warm all night.

And wrapped up in one another, we both fell asleep with smiles covering our lips.

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Conversation:

"Why are you crying?"

"Because my posters all fell off the wall at three-fuckin'-AM."