Crushing on Kyah (BoyxBoy)

Chapter seven - I need my beauty sleep!

It was a long drive back into town but the entire time Kyah had his hand entangled in mine. Music played in the background and such a trivial task was amazing with him to accompany me. The day was perfect. As we drove, we let the window down sang with our terrible voices, the wind blowing both our hair everywhere. We were messy and raw, the smell of sex lingering in the car, but neither of us cared. We were one, and that's all that mattered.

I decide I want to take him to the park. Maybe if we found a secluded area we could.... see what its like to stretch out more, if you're catching what I'm throwing. As I continue to drive, I notice a groggy look in his eyes. "Hey, Kyah, you ok? You're so sleepy!"

He bites his lip, rubs his eyes and looks away, "I'm fine, just allergies. Hey, you missed the turn of to my house."

"Well, I was thinking.... We could find a park, chill, lie back... You know?"

"Look Jarris, I would love to spend the day with you but I'm tanked."

"But.... We just.... we should...."

"I know, it was special for me too, but I just can't"

"Well, could I stay with you for a while?"

"My mum has a problem with me having boys in my room so, probably not."

"We could say I'm a straight friend?"

"No, I'm not lying and telling her that. If we're together, it's all or nothing. No secrets."

"Ok, ok, fine... You could come to my house?"

"Look, I just need to sleep ok? Get off my case!"

I feel like he just stabbed me with a shard of glass, twisting it. "Fuck, whatever, fine."

He exhales and turns to me, kissing my shoulder, I shrug him off. "I'm sorry, another time?"

"We just had sex and you're blowing me off."

"I'm not blowing you off, I'm not even saying I need space.... I just, I need rest."

"You're lying to me! No one can sleep that much and be that tired!"

*Kyah's P.O.V - no time change*

"How would you know you perfect little boy? You can play sport and run around, you get to play while I watch as the other kids laugh. Do you know what its like to feel like this? I hate my life, I hate myself! Why can't I be normal? Why am I stuck with this while you get to be normal?" I burst out, forgetting who I'm talking to, letting everything from my childhood come bellowing up like vomit.

I break down into tears and put my head between my knees, my hands around my head. I sob into my legs like I just found out the world is about to implode. 

Jarris must understand I'm not lashing out on him, because the car is now stationary and his arms are wrapped around me. He whispers into my ear with a raspy voice, "I don't know what's wrong, but I'm going to make it better."

He stay like that for a good twenty minutes, before my fatigue gets the better of me and my body shuts down.

I wake to a scene only imaginary. Something from a book, because only words could describe the beauty, It could only be a work of fiction, never to be captured in such elegance. 

I am on a thick comfortable blanket with another on top of me. Little candles in jars surround me, hanging on a line created by tying rope between trees. Flowers are scattered but not in a cheesy way and the moonlight is being reflected into a lake. The even more unfathomable sight is that of a god, moving and making the water part with his body, the moon being taken into his skin.