This is chapter one of a short story i'm writing called "I Love You, Caden." Based on your response, I'll write more. If i get too many bad responses, the story may stop. Enjoy :]
He was born Nicolas James Earnhart, but upon his sudden infatuation with the stars and moon a few short years ago, he now goes by Nyx. He’s my age—16 years old and one of a kind. Born to one of Florida’s most wealthy citrus industry workers and regular game hunter, Nyx was raised a young, hick boy in a small hick town. But it wasn’t hick blood that ran in his veins, and no matter how hard his parents tried to pull their reins on him, he wouldn’t budge an inch from the boy he really was.
Nyx was my best friend. Granted, I had plenty of them to go around, but he was the only guy that knew me for me. He was the only one that knew the real Caden Smith. We grew up together from day one. His father is my godfather, and mine is his. That’s how close we really are, and from the moment he stepped into my life as we entered through our teenage years, I knew from his presence just the kind of guy he was. Gay—a homosexual virgin who lived his life scouting out guys to talk to on the Internet. Not that it bothered me none, Nyx was about as perfect as one could get.
He stood shorter than me measuring about 5’8’’. He had long, black hair that was straightened into a slight curve over his mysterious blue eyes. Despite the Florida sun, his skin was awfully pale and grew quite lean. He often wore eyeliner on his eyes and black fingernail polish, shredded T’s over black skin-tight shirts, and the smallest skinny jeans he could possibly find. And when he wasn’t sporting the original black Converse shoe, he went barefoot. Though he wasn’t all black, Nyx often wore multi-colored bracelets on his wrists and rainbow-studded belts along his waist. And if he was having a good day, well, you might find a hint of purple or blue under his eyes instead of black. Under his dark presence, however, Nyx was about as crazy and wild and bubbly as one could get.
I was a total opposite of him. Standing at exactly six foot, with sandy shoulder length hair falling in waving locks, often sporting the latest American Eagle polo’s, loose jeans, and sandals, I was the town’s beach boy and most popular guy there. Well, one of the most popular anyway. And though my appearance was completely diverse from the norm hick wear, I was comfortable being who I was.
Tonight was one of those Saturday nights where I just stayed home in my bedroom. Nyx came over, obviously, to hang with me and we pretty much chilled in my room. He was curled on my bed with my laptop surfing the latest teen chat sites while I sat in an overly large chair watching television. My mother called through my door letting me know that her, my father, and my little brother was leaving for the night on a business trip. I had previously declined the offer to go.
A drop of rain fell against my window, unnoticed.
Nyx stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “I’m tired,” he said, nonchalantly and closed the laptop. “It’s so friggin’ boring here, why did I come again?” He smiled.
“I don’t know,” I countered and flipped through the channels. “Maybe ‘cause you wanted to escape your father’s nonsense bitching and decided my quiet home was better?”
He laughed and said, “Maybe.” Standing from my bed and walking to the other side of the room, Nyx walked through the bathroom door to take a piss. He didn’t shut the door all the way, so when his zipper in his pants fell I heard it. Though it didn’t bother me to listen to his steady stream of piss hit the toilet, I was used to it by then. Coming back in my room, he sighed and sat down on the arm of my chair. “You’re bathroom is fucking cold.”
“Piss somewhere else, then,” I answered and shut the television off. There wasn’t anything good on anyway. The bed in my bedroom was pushed up against the back wall in the corner, and with Nyx crawling back onto it to use the laptop again, I decided to join him atop my king size mattress. He pulled up his latest Facebook account and opened an IM he’d been having with some boy named Greg. “We’ve been talking for awhile,” he said and showed me the screen. Greg was a handsome guy with caramel skin and chocolate eyes.
“And I assume he’s gay?”
“No,” he said to my shock. “He’s straight. Been curious for a while. We met on that gay chatting site.”
“I see.” I leaned my head back against the wall and crossed my legs.
Nyx and I chatted for awhile about this and that, we never stayed on any topic in particular. And while I didn’t expect the night to suddenly change like it did, or for what happened then to actually go down, our relationship changed forever.
BOOM! Thunder cried outside as flashes of lightning ignited the sky. I noticed that Nyx started to shake slightly, but didn’t think anything of it. He could have shuddered for any number of reasons. But when the last BOOM happened, the lights suddenly cut off.
A low hum sounded outside as the AC slowly came to a stop. “This can’t be happening,” he said under his voice. He closed the laptop and shoved it away at the end of my king size bed. “I can’t—” his voice broke and he wrapped his arms around himself.
Lightning sizzled through the clouds outside causing a stir of thunder to crash again. He whimpered quietly.
“You alright there?” My face pulled into a frown. I didn’t know what was happening to him. What I should’ve known was his fear of storms in the dark, but that was one thing he hadn’t talked to me about.
Nyx gave another whimper and whispered, “I can’t do this. No, I’m not all right. Caden, storms at nighttime scare me. Frighten me. I think I may piss my jeans.”
I wrapped an arm around him and he leaned his head into my shoulder. He wasn’t afraid to show his attachment toward guys with me, and this piece of movement was the norm when it came to us hanging out. Though I was as straight as one could get, he was my best friend. Practically my brother. And what else could I really do? I didn’t have a car to drive him home where he felt more comfortable, and I couldn’t magically turn the power back on in my home. If the light from the laptop wasn’t enough, then me being a little closer than normal would have to do.
And I was okay with that.
He wrapped his arms around himself and curled his knees up to his chest. “I didn’t tell you this,” he said to me. “But when we were little kids, it was the summer my parents took me camping in Tennessee with his family, I got lost in the woods at night. I wasn’t scared or anything, but then it started to storm. I almost got hit by lightning and came down sick. Remember? I came back with a hellacious flew.”
“I remember,” I say to him and lean my head on top of his. “I brought you soup and crackers cause my mom said it was the right thing to do. That’s when we really became best friends.”
“Yeah.” He closed his eyes, and in the darkness of my room underneath all the wind and rain and thunder, his breathing became slow and shallow. I thought he was sleeping, so I tried to slip away when his hands gripped me tighter. “Please, Caden. Don’t leave. I have to tell you something.”
I stayed where I was and relaxed back in bed. I’ve heard him say that he needed to tell me something all the time, so it didn’t bother me. I wasn’t scared or anxious or nervous. No, I felt just fine.
But then his lips parted and from his mouth came three words. “I love you.”
I pulled away slightly and started to laugh—nervously. “W…what?”
“I’ve loved you for so many years, Caden. You don’t even know. But you deserve to know how I feel. You deserve to know everything. The nights we stayed up late together, the days we were un-attachable, all the secrets, the stories I would say about other guys, and everything I’ve ever done was because I wanted to stay close to you. I promise.”
Then he looked up at me, his eyes swollen from crying I hadn’t heard before. His hand brushed against the side of my cheek, and he pulled my neck down gently.
I didn’t have time to stop him when his lips met mine. Stunned, I didn’t pull away, but I didn’t kiss him back either. It didn’t take long for him to pull away unsatisfied and curl up against the wall next to the bed. “I’m sorry,” he said and began crying. “I had to do it.”
My mind started reeling. Things flashed by that I couldn’t even comprehend, memories of us together flushed through my mind’s eyes so quick and fast that it was all a blur. But the signs were there, and I should have known. But as I thought about it and remembered, something struck my in the chest harder than anything ever before. The closer he became with me, the closer I had become with him. And the more we touched, the more we held on to each other late at night when he was scared or uncomfortable.
I pulled him by his shoulder and said, “No. It’s okay.” He looked up at me and closed his eyes a moment later as my lips landed on his.
Electricity sizzled through our bodies. And for the first time, kissing someone felt right. I had kissed plenty of girls and even pledged to have loved some of them, but this was different. This kiss was different. And all of a sudden, without me even asking for it, by the slight chance of lightning crashing and the electricity going out, I said it truthfully and in honesty. “I…I love you too, Nyx.”
His eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around my neck. Pulling me down, his lips connected with mine again and his tongue found its way between my lips. Mine collided with his, mixing with the ecstasy of our kiss with so much love that I hadn’t even realized that our shirts had been peeled away from our bodies. Lying shirtless in bed, I pulled away from his lips and kissed him on the side of the neck. He moaned softly and arched his back. “I love you,” he said again and ran a hand through my hair. “Oh, God, I love you, Caden.”
His hands fell from my hair and rested firmly on my chest. Slowly, they made their way down my chest to my navel and further still until they reached the button of my jeans. But this night and the quickness of everything that was falling into place was enough to let him do whatever he wanted. He pulled at my button, loosening my jeans, and slipped a hand underneath the rim of my boxers.
I gasped and breathed heavily into his ear. My cock had already hardened by the time his fingers wrapped around it and gently tugged on my shaft. I looked down at him and started kissing on his lips passionately. In between kisses, I moaned as he slowly jacked my dick slowly at first, and then faster in a steady motion.
After a while, however, I pulled his hands away.
“What’s wrong,” he said as I pushed up off of his body. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I said and pushed my pants and boxers off my waist. Fighting them off of my ankles with my feet, I slid down between his legs—my cock sliding up the covers and resting between the bed and my stomach—and kissed his navel. He placed his hand on my head, his fingers becoming entangled with my hair, as my lips traveled further down his belly until I unbuttoned his jeans. His bulge beneath the jeans had grown significantly, and for the first time ever in my life, I saw my best friend’s cock.
As I pulled the fabric away, a clean-shaven cock flew from its hold and landed directly over his belly button, its deeply colored head covered by foreskin with the tip poking through. On the tip of his head, oozing from his piss hole was a tiny drop of pre-cum. Grown at a full eight inches, that was the closest I had ever been to a dick before in my life. “Are you sure you want to do this,” he asked.
I wasn’t entirely sure if I was really ready, but I nodded and picked his cock up in my hand. It was only an inch longer than mine, but it was quite thicker around. My fingertips barely touched as I pulled down on his shaft revealing the head. His cock twitched and his head fell back on a pillow. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and slipped the head in over my tongue.
My tongue curled around his head, licking the pre-cum away with a single flick. He moaned heavily as my head started to travel down his cock, my hand squeezing fairly tightly traveling down. I had only got three inches in when I resurfaced for air. “Wow,” I said.
“Yeah,” he answered and pushed my head slightly back down. I took the initiative to go back down on his cock, my teeth accidentally scraping just below his head. His body shuddered and he gave a low grunt. “Oh, God. Do that again.” I did just as he had, only as my teeth gently fell over the spot, I pulled back up and then bobbed my head back down. Several bobs later, I slid my mouth down further on his cock and started to suck him the best I could. “Fuck! You’re good at this, Caden. Like, really good.”
I pulled my mouth away to catch my breath. Breathing heavily, I looked up at him and said, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” he laughed back and reached down. I slid my hand into him and let go of his cock. He pulled me back up and kissed my lips passionately. “I want to ask you something,” he said to me.
“Caden. Everytime I’ve ever thought about having sex, I had always seen myself as, well,” he paused and looked away. I grabbed a hold of his chin and pulled his face back to his. He blushed. “A bottom.”
I bent my head forward to kiss him and whispered in his ear, “Are you wanting to try?”
He nodded his head.
A few minutes later, Nyx was lying on his back. His pants were sitting on the floor next to mine as I pulled his legs up into the air. I had seen gay porn here and there over the course of my lives and knew one way to make this happen. And he wanted it, and because I loved Nyx, I would give him anything he wanted. He pushed his legs up over my shoulders and pulled me down to him. after I had pulled his jeans the rest of the way off, I had reached over into my night stand and retrieved a bottle of lube. He kissed me deeply and squirted the gel into his hand. He started to jerk my cock and cover it with the lube as I pulled away and sat as straight as I could. Lifting his ass in the air, his hands wrapped around his cock as I applied lube on his ass.
“Yes.” I stuck a finger into his ass a little bit and watched him jerk slightly. His muscles tightened over my finger and relaxed after a moment. He took a deep breath and said, “Now.”
My cock pressed onto his hole. Rubbing my head against his hole for a minute to relax him a bit, I reached down and took one of his hands in mine. He squeezed tightly as I suddenly pushed into him. He gasped. My head slowly pushed into his hole, the muscled instantly tightened. I pushed further, still, until I felt him relax. “Go further in,” he said and pulled me down to him. “You’re almost all the way in me. I can feel it.”
I jerked my hips slightly and felt him retract on the inside quickly. I was in. Nyx screamed and wrapped his arms around my neck. Tears welled up in his eyes and he started to choke a little. It must have hurt a lot. “Baby,” I said, noticing the way calling him that slid off my tongue naturally like honey. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Want me to stop?”
He shook his head and hugged me tighter. “Keep going, please. I need you.”
Thunder crashed outside as the rain fell harder. I slid my cock further into his ass, his whimpering in my ear growing louder, and pulled out. But he asked that I’d keep going, so I started thrusting my hips in and out of him. He kissed me on the lips as his tears started to fall away from his eyes. “I love you,” he said for the third time.
“I love you, too, Nyx,” I answered. I kissed him again. For the first time in my life, making love felt like the best thing in my life…