Jeremy“There's a lake,” Kyle says, his eyes wide with amazement “you actually have a lake in your backyard, are you kidding me, Jer. “He looks like a child at the sight of cakes. His brown eyes are sparkling- brightly, and beautifully and I wish I was bright like that and he wouldn't have to put up with me. I'm a dark spot. Dark like the gray sky above us now.Our parents went off, as planned and since even Nathan decided he could disappear for another few days, I decided to ask Kyle to come here. The maids have never asked questions, and they didn’t do now, although I’m sure Kyle was unnecessarily charming when Martha greeted us at the front door earlier. Kyle is like that- way too charming, especially when he smiles without even knowing it. and that makes him twice more charming, but don’t tell him I said it. So he agreed to come here, although I wasn’t sure if he would. It sounds boring, even to me. But I must have betrayed my absolute unwillingness to go anywhere else. But ye

KyleHe is kissing me back, and I can't get enough of him; enough of this feeling, of having him in my arms. He's much smaller than me, yet so not fragile.At the same time, I wish I could protect him from everything and everyone. It's so strange, I want to believe I can be the person he trusts, I want to be that person for him. I break the kiss and wrap my hands around him. Jer wraps his hands around me too and we just stand there, in the middle of the lake hugging each other. I squeeze him one last time and kiss his cheek "Thank you." A say against his neck and he shivers."What for?" "Just for letting me be here with you." And before I've said something weird, or something that would push him away, I add"Let's go back inside, it is cold.""Okay."Jeremy slips away from my hands and we head to the shore. I won't ask him why he never took his clothes off, and I know he'll only tell me if he needs to. We get back inside and head upstairs. I still can't believe how huge the hous

He’s closed his eyes, and water’s dripping from his hair all over his chest. I see his tattoos, the ones I’ve seen only partly are now at full display. There’s the dragon I saw that time at Aaron’s and I see branches of a tree that are drawn on the skin above his ribs. They continue to the back, and then the tree goes even lower on his torso, but the rest is under the soapy water. I avert my eyes and turn my back on him before he’s seen me checking him out like an idiot. Like last time.I know tattoos are something special to people who have them; I mean, that’s not always true for everyone, but I somehow know a little about Nathan to know by now that’s not the case with him and they are likely something important. And I don’t want to be sticking my nose where it shouldn’t be, so I only say.“Yes?”I lean against the wall of the bath and I hear him say behind me. “Why haven’t you asked me?”“About?”“What exactly happened back in England. “I relax against the thin wall, separatin

KyleWe finish practice at about four, but I decide to stay longer and work some more on my shooting. I’ve been favoring my strong side, the way we all probably do, but I know I shouldn’t. By the time I finish, even my coach’s left and the older guy, cleaning the ice yells at me from the top of the big machine he’s driving. “Hey, Kyle.”“Yes, Sir?”I lift my protection gear off my helmet and he shakes his head. “Wrap it up for today, boy. I ‘aint staying all night because of you. “I laugh and shake my head, but still, gather all my stuff and head for the showers. The school’s empty by now and I type a message to Jeremy if he wants to meet later. Although later would probably mean late, and I assume he’d say no. I take my clothes off and once I do, I realize my feet are numb and my leg has started to hurt even more. “Damn, it, “ I mutter as I try to relax and run the hot water over me once I’m in the shower. A few minutes like that and I feel better. Everything is quickly wrappe

Jeremy “Hey, Kyle. “ I send him a message while we’re in class and it’s one of those situations where you send a message to someone from the other end of the room and you wait for them to go for their phones and see it. Not that I’ve done this much before. He picks his phone out and I soon receive a “Yes?” “I also think about you when I jerk off. “ Kyle drops his phone on the floor, and the whole class looks at him, the teacher included. One of the bad things about Kyle being so popular is I feel like they just won’t let him off. I mean, girls are smiling at him all the time, but there’s nothing he does that goes unnoticed. I’m also jealous, and I can’t believe I’m saying it, but that’s my problem. Kyle mutters a sorry and he bends over and picks it up. The teacher continues with whatever she’s been saying, and the others return to what they’ve been doing. Kyle glances in my direction and I try to suppress a smile while looking out of the window. My phone buzzes shortly afte