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Hey everyone, I'm writting a new story and I think evreything I do is complete crap so I thought hey lets try and see what evreyone thinks of it before continueing the story further. So yeah enjoy and stuff, tell me what you think and I'll decide from there if I'm going to continue writting. Love, J. Jay
I sat in front of the fire place, the flames flickering away, dancing to some eternal music only they could hear, if only I still felt that way. That the world was my music, that I could just dance forever and everything would be okay, but not this time, never again.
I looked at my sport watch then up at the picture of Ville and the rest of the boys, and I swear they were mocking me saying “Margera you fucked up for the last time, he’s forever ours now.” I could hear Mige laughing that in my face, he never was to happy with me when I asked Ville to come live with me in the first place. I mean it’s not like I was going to lock him in a closet and keep him in there for no one to ever see, even though he wouldn’t take up to much space in the broom closet I chuckled to myself remembering the pet name me and Raab had chosen for him, Mr. Twiggy Broom because of how skinny he is.
I set the bottle of Jack Daniels down and walked downstairs to my room to find him sprawled out on the bed, asleep. I wanted to weep looking at the perfection that was Ville. I leaned against the door frame, smiling gently at his out stretched figure, his long raven hair covering most of his face except a small smile spread across his lips, god I hope he was happy in his dreams, happier then I could ever make him more then likely. His hand resting on his hips, bare, he always did like sleeping in the nude better then anything especially on these hot summer days.
The last thought was what brought the tears to my eyes, remembering the first time we had made love. It was a few months into us being together and we both thought we should celebrate with a nice swim in his pool, since he loves swimming so much.
We played around for a few minutes, laughing at our antics, teasing each other like we always have, everything always seemed like a big joke with us. We had both purposely forgotten our trunks and we swimming circles around each other, avoiding that moment when we would touch and we would be lost in our passion for each other.
But after watching him for a few minutes I couldn’t resist, I had to feel his flesh against mine again, taste his lips, that oh so sweet taste. I moved against him, pulling him under the water with me, kissing him passionately, our tongues mingling together, smiling against each others lips. Until I pulled away and spoke up.
“Have you ever done anything in water, Ville?” I asked pressing myself against the side of the pool as he swam over to me, pressing against me, stealing more kisses from my lips before answering my question.
“Actually no, I wanted it to be with someone special.” He grinned at me, running his hand over my wet hair.
I smiled at him, twirling the end of his hair in my fingers, god how much I loved this man. He nipped at my lower lip lightly, his hands becoming entangled in mine, our hips pressed tightly together. He looked so fragile, that small frame of his, I moved some hair behind his ear, smiling at him.
“I want to do it tonight.” I said still smiling at him.
He looked at me carefully seeing if I actually meant it, my face stayed emotionless, waiting for him to register my words, knowing this would be my first time with a man. He finally smiled warmly, kissing me again.
“Do you trust me?”
I snapped out of the dream because he started to stir on the bed, waking up probably. I hurried and turned from the room, shutting the door slowly behind me as I heard Ville call out me name, probably wondering why the hell I was disturbing him, but I was already running up the stairs so I couldn’t answer.