Love Is Blind [boyxboy love story]

Don't Look Down - Sequel Preview!

Enjoy.  Sequel will be officially be posted in the near future, maybe in early 2015.  Thank you.  Summer Skin by Death Cab For Cutie is a strong recommendation as you read along; I mean it, it'll make you feel it.

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Prologue

Death makes you realize a lot.  It makes you finally realize "life isn't all that God-damn terrible" and maybe that's irony, maybe that's Fate's sick sense of humor, or maybe it's whatever deity(s) you believe in finally finding amusement in the life that they "gifted" us.  It's a test of how human we truly are, how pathetic mankind actually is.  That the moment we die, we're at the most alive we've ever been.  Oh, how Mother Nature plays a cruel trick on all of us.

            I can hear the laughter.  And I hear them talking, people I know, people who will be sickened at the realization of my decision.  It's cold here, but then again I am over a twenty story hotel.  I curl my toes and stare at my bare feet as they hang over the side of the building.  They're purple from the cold, but I lost feeling in them about a half hour ago so it no longer aches.  I take a breath and slowly release it; watching the fog escape my lips and the spirit-like shape drift up and disappear.

            I feel cold, but heat wavers in the places he touched.  On my cheek, on my neck, and above my heart.  I hear him, laughing; I hear him, speaking.  He's happy, I know he is and soon...

            I shake my head and close my eyes, remembering those days we spent in bed.  Under white sheets.  And I close my eyes.  And I remember summer.  The summer I met him; the summer I fell in love with him; the summer I lost him.

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I have extra for you guys: some humor so I won't leave you with a bitter taste in your mouth about the story. :)

I felt the thin sheet rise off my skin and the sudden realization of my naked skin in cold air made me jump awake.  I gasped and looked accusingly at Oz, "You bastard."  I felt the bed vibrate with his chuckling and I felt his hand on my lower back, soothing the cold out of my skin.

        "Sorry, I had to go piss," Oz said.

       "Oh, how eloquent," I grumbled, staring at the white sheets in the darkness.  And he laughed again and scooted closer, "Oz, I just woke up, I don't have the energy to have sex with you."

        "Really, none?" he kissed my shoulder blade.  It scorched my skin and I couldn't help but allow a breathy groan escape my mouth.  In order to not allow any more to escape my mouth, I smothered it by the pillow and bit my bottom lip until it bled as he rubbed his tongue in the spot and trailing it up to my neck, where he kissed it again and his hot breath caused the trail of saliva on my shoulder to burn like ice. 

        He bit my neck playfully and I twisted my hands in the sheets, refraining from replying to his touch.  He chuckled when he sensed my sexual frustration and took his opportunity to get to my ear and biting it.  I felt my body become tense and I brought my foot up and I nudged Oz off the bed with a single swift movement.  He fell off with a oomph and I sat up and glared, "Oz, I'm exhausted and my backside hurts, I want to sleep!"

        Oz looked at me and his face went red, "Then leave!  Get out of my bedroom!"

          "What?  Seriously?"

        He grumbled and sat up and pulled the sheets off me.  Then turned away and went into the bathroom.  I had no better option so I grabbed my briefs, tugged them on and followed him, "Are you sulking?!"

        His shoulders tensed but didn't look at me as he grabbed his toothbrush.

        "Hey, I am... well, I was exhausted," I mumbled.

        "Look here, we don't have a relationship; we just fuck.  So if you refuse to have sex with me, I'd wish you'd just get the fuck out," he shot back at me and he brushed his teeth with a boost of sudden energy.

        "No... I just..." I sighed, "I like you, Oz.  We have a good thing going on, and yes, we do have sex and we don't want to call it a relationship or whatever.  But I'm still your friend."

        He sighed and stared at me, he took the toothbrush out of him mouth and nodded, "I know, I just... I'm crazy horny."  I scoffed and leaned against the wall, glaring at the obnoxious ass.  Confused, he looked at me, "What?"

        "You just have such a way of words," I said, my words laced - if not dripping - with sarcasm.

        He raised his eyebrow, "What?  I... oh, was that sarcasm?"  I nodded my head with enthusiasm, "Oh, yeah, I only act this way with you... and well, Adrian, sometimes.  When he's in a good mood and that's barely ever."

        "Oh, how special am I?" I told him.

        "I feel comfortable around you," he said and then shot the toothbrush back into his mouth when he saw my questioning gaze.

        I waited until he was finished and he turned to me, "You can sleep as long as you want, I'm sorry."

        I sighed, "Well, I'm awake now."

        He looked down, ashamed, "Sorry."

        "Whatever, I mean I'm awake..." I trailed off.

        He stood there, "So...?"

        "Want to have sex?" I asked as I tugged my briefs dow, walking to the bed.  I looked behind me to see his eyes widen and him to shake his enthusiastically and run after me, picking me up by under my ribs and tackling me onto the bed.  I felt his lips on mine and I couldn't help but smile.  He's such a jackass; but he's my jackass.