"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

[BXB] A boy with a strange fixation for colours struggles to navigate his way in a monochromatic world. - Juno Bardett's autism spectrum disorder led to him developing a fascination with colours and assigning a colour to every new person he meets. However, his world of rainbows turns black and white when he comes across a stranger whom, for the first time, he's unable to assign a colour to. - copyright: all rights reserved.

Before I can think it through, I drop the whisk. My hand grabs the front of his muscle shirt, pulling him toward me with more force than I meant to, but it's like I don't care. I need him close, and I need him now. Noah's eyes widen for half a second before I crash my lips into his. It's not soft, not sweet-it's needy, a little desperate, like I've been waiting too long. His lips part under mine, and I lose myself in the feeling of him, the warmth of his body against mine, the way he melts into the kiss. I like this. I like the rush that comes with it, the way my chest tightens and my mind goes blank, leaving only Noah in my head. I pull him even closer, my fingers curling into his shirt, like I'm afraid he'll slip away if I don't hold on tight enough.