Anthony flipped them around on the bed, without breaking the kiss. He lay heavily on top of Ian, slowly grinding their hips together and kissing him with a passion he barely knew he had inside him. Anthony wasn’t sure why, but he felt an urge to protect Ian, to save him from his internal demons. The thought of Ian never being himself again was ( Read more... )

Anthony Padilla was walking quickly along the unusually quiet street, coughing a little at the cold air filling his lungs and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He walked with determination, knowing exactly where he was headed. The dark haired boy was looking for a certain best friend, who had gone out earlier that evening and hadn’t come back. ( Read more... )