Kissing Men (BoyxBoy | Mature)

Chapter Sixty-Five

"Do you want to do something today?" Jay asked, standing and taking my empty plate to the sink, setting it in. "Do you have college?"

"I do, but... I'd rather spend the day with you," I murmured, playing with the pen he'd set down. 

He came down, stroking the back of my head as he sat down in the chair again, which was still the wrong way around and forced Jay to spread his legs to sit comfortably. I couldn't help but look over him slowly. He'd not changed much, except for the bit of weight loss only evident in the new slight gauntness of his face. He didn't have any makeup on, not even any concealer so lots of his variety little scars were on show. There were a few acne scars across his cheeks, a chicken pox hollow by his eyebrow and something much thinner, fainter, that went right across his cheek to his nose. I'd never even noticed that before. I reached up absentmindedly and stroked along it. He let out a sudden shaky breath and closed his eyes. 

Frowning slightly, I stood and pulled his shirt off over his head. I knelt down and touched along all of the other long, thin scars that stretched over is skin in rows and columns. 

"Where are these from?" I asked quietly, looking up at him. 

He didn't even hesitate in his response. "My dad," he said softly, stroking my hair. 

"What did he do?" I asked, my voice a mixture of curiosity and anger. 

"He locked me in a cage and heated the bars. I fought back a bit too hard and that was my punishment..."

"Oh, Jay," I whispered, leaning forward to kiss them softly. He kept quiet until I was satisfied that I'd kissed each and every one of them, ending with the one on his face. "How old were you then?"

"Thirteen," he said, looking at me curiously.

"Three years?!" I exclaimed suddenly. "He raped you for three years?"

"Three and a half," he said with a small dismissive shrug. "He was arrested on the nineteenth of February, 2000. The day after my fourteenth birthday..."

"Oh, darling..." I said gently, cupping his face. 

"You care so much," he noted, barely above a whisper. 

"I love you," I answered easily, so happy that I didn't have to worry about it slipping out, that he now knew about my feelings and returned them. Enough to quit porn... 

"I love you too," he admitted, a small smile gracing his lips. "So much that I just want to take you away and never let anyone else touch you ever again."

I couldn't help a small giggle as he ran his nose along the length of mine in a sweet little Eskimo kiss. 

"You're adorable," he said, resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. "Where have you been all my life?"

"Waiting for you," I replied. 

He chuckled softly and sighed slightly. I opened my eyes, thinking it was a sad sigh, but I don't think I'd ever seen him look more content than he did right now. 

"You're beautiful," I murmured. 

His eyes flicked open, his strangely long eyelashes brushing over mine. He smiled slightly and hesitated before leaning forward and kissing my lips gently. I kissed him back happily, playing in the hair at the nape of his neck. He hummed happily, drawing me closer against him. The feeling of our chests pressing together reminded me that I was still in the clothes I'd worn last night. I pulled back briefly to tug my top off over my head. 

"Kay," he gasped fearfully, grabbing onto my wrists to try and stop me. 

"It's fine. Just this... I just want to touch you, okay?"