| Part 6 Brad sighed as he picked Farferello�s now limp form up and placed him on the bed. /it took me so much to get and keep you Farfie, I wouldn�t give you up for anything, least of all Schu/ he sighed again and pulled the covers over Farferello as he locked the door before stripping and turning the shower on. They�d been together for almost three years, and it had been a little bumpy. The hardest part at first was telling Farferello he loved him. But in this case, actions did speak louder than words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Crawford opened his hotel room quietly, and sneaked in. Pulling off his shirt and pants he ran a hand through his hair. He�d just been out on a binge with Vinnie and the others and decided to come home early. It wasn�t his thing but as the new guy he thought he best appear at least. He�d been with �the screamers� for a little over four months now, and had disliked them the whole way through. Whilst he was treated quite normally, less the name calling had been annoying but nothing like what they�d done to Farferello. Just that night after a small home gig, Farferello had been left to put away the equipment, Crawford himself with the others had been carted off to some fan signing much to his annoyance. He�d wanted to help Farferello but had gotten side tracked, during the last few months they had spoke, not much but it was some and Crawford found himself wanting to be near the boy with the golden fire gaze more. Being the sixth member meant he shared a room with Farferello, much to the others aggravation. He found himself watching the boy sleep like a stupid fool and had tried to forget any urges other than solely platonic. Tonight as he escaped the crowd he found Farferello struggling with his drum kit. It was quite heavy and he needed help to place it on the trailer. Of course no one could be bothered and so before Crawford could stop it, part had slipped from Farf�s hands and in attempt to salvage it, he�d moved to quickly. Straining his neck and shoulder muscles, Farferello tensed, cursed, kicked the set and tried to move it with one hand. He�d just walked over and stopped the kit from slipping again when Vinnie called out for him. �Hey Crawford, we�re going out for beer and chicks�wanna come?� Crawford looked at Farferello who stared back, disinterest crossed his face but Crawford missed a sullen look as he turned around and agreed. Not wanting to outcast himself more, Crawford had said yes, and with a final glance to Farferello he left with them. Farferello meanwhile slumped after he had gone. In the few months he�d managed to develop a crush on the older man, and wished he could hang out with him like the others did. However, he didn�t want anyone to know�he couldn�t stand to see the look of disgust that would cross Crawford�s face if he ever knew. To him Crawford was more than he could ever be or want and he knew he�d have no chance. So after giving up on his kit he walked back to his hotel room, winced very slightly as he shrugged his jacket off and had a shower, hoping the warm caress would soothe his aching muscles. After wrapping a towel around himself, he lay down on his bed and promptly fell asleep on his stomach, a hand clutching the pillow, the other a sheet. That was how Crawford found him. /Farfie/ Crawford sat on his bed, now in his shorts and ran a hand through his hair again. /you look so�/ he had to stop his thoughts, he couldn�t think of Farferello like that. /he�s still a minor as well/ ok so not by much but he was, and anyway, Crawford had no inkling he was that way inclined or could like a person like him. Although his mind believed to be in control it didn�t stop Crawford from staring at the boy, his gaze running over the prone body, resting dangerously on the swell of his hips where the towel clinged halfway down, his gaze travelling lower. /stop it Crawford, why torture yourself? / His inner voice chided. /because I love and want him/. His mind replied sadly. Getting up he went to the bathroom, showered and got ready for bed. Again his eyes strayed to Farferello and he moved closer. Without realizing he traced a finger down the boys spine then over his shoulders. Realizing now how tense they were. Without thinking of the consequences he grabbed a lotion bottle and straddled the boys� hips, intent on massaging the tension and knots away from his back and neck. /what are you doing! What if he wakes up, he�ll kill you, what if�/ �Shut up� he growled quietly to himself, he knew what he was doing�it was just to help him�right? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Crawford settled onto Farferello and leant to his right. From the bedside table he took the lotion he had brought with him and spread some onto his hand, warming it before placing his hands testingly on the shoulders. When he got no response he started to knead the soft pale flesh. Crawford had given a fair few of massages in his time. During his schooling he had worked in masseur parlors at gyms and health spas to pay off some of his schooling, he hated relying on his father who he only saw when he needed money. That had been just under a year now. If he hadn�t have gotten this job he would have gone to work in a health spa somewhere. /wasted four years of my like in university then/ he thought bitterly. Some of his reason had been to show his father, Caleb had never given his boy any love and had packed him off to boarding school as soon as he could walk. Crawford wasn�t to bitter, he knew he wouldn�t be here now if he�d stayed with him. As he massaged and kneaded the knots out of Farferello�s shoulders he applied slightly more pressure, rubbing kinks out with his fingers. The boy didn�t startle at the harder kneads and so Crawford continued. Whilst one hand worked his shoulders the other crept up to knead the base of his neck, a finger swept across the faint scar just behind his ear and he followed it around, tracing the straps of the eye patch with it. Crawford had always wondered what Farferello looked like underneath it. Call it morbid but he was curious. Without thought he leant down and kissed the scar just below Farferello�s ear and pulled back with a little jump. /you didn�t just do that�/ Crawford�s inner voice whispered and he nodded. Once his mind convinced him he hadn�t, he started back on the massage. Hands swept down the pale, lithe back and traced the few pink scars he found their, moving on his hand dipped into the middle of Farferello�s back and rested just above the teasingly low towel. /no stop it! / Abruptly he pulled back the hand and sighed. He was about to continue when he felt the body underneath him ruffle, a shallow groan as an eye opened and Farferello woke from the dream he�d been having. At first when he felt the weight still on him, he thought he was still asleep until he caught the harshness of breath behind him. He turned his head slightly and saw Crawford. �What the�Get the fuck off me Brad, what are you doing?� Farferello bucked up a little, hands trying to move himself up, and made Crawford lose his balance and fall against him, a hand hit the pillow near his head as Crawford braced himself. �I was massaging the tenseness from your back� he panted, a little stressed from the previous fall. Head tilted; the single amber gaze blared at him. �Well get off then, you�re finished now�. When Farferello had awoken to find Brad on him he�d gasped just a little, wondering if Brad felt something for him. But he knew it was nothing more than platonic affection in some weird way and tried to get Brad off of him, he hated being so close. It was like torture. �I�m waiting Brad� only Farferello called him Brad, and it made him feel special. Brad otherwise was thinking about his current position and leant down to Farferello�s ear and he took a chance. �No Farfie, I like it here�� he leant down and kissed Farferello between the shoulder blades, and Farferello�s mind blew. �What are you doing Brad, get off� /does he know what he�s doing to me? / Farferello squirmed but was effectively pinned by the larger man. �Something I wanted to for a while� for a long while� and again Brad kissed him on his spine before giving a soft nibble to the left shoulder. �Jokes a joke but get off me before I hurt you� he hated being teased and knew this was some kind of bet the others had cooked up with him. Was he really worth that little? �I�m not moving Jei� �WHAT?� Farferello turned his head quickly to gaze at the man above him. �How did�get the fuck off me now� he bucked again, thrashing a little panicked, unsure of how Crawford knew his original name, he hadn�t told anyone and thought he had effectively buried Jei for good. �Shhhhhhh�Jei we met before�� another nibble to his shoulder. ��Do you remember a year or so back? You had long silvery hair back then, the faintest of colour, almost white. You had two eyes and just a single mar scarred your face�do you remember? Do you remember me? Walking into someone as you came out of the�� a nibble to an ear followed. �� The principals office, you shot so much venom at me in your gaze, I thought I�d turn to stone then�. He held on tightly as he waited for Farferello�s response. �THAT WAS YOU?� Farferello remembered back to that day, and tried to picture the man he�d been rude to. He�d had glasses then, and hair a little longer. He imagined the suit and tie gone and the hair shortened, glasses gone. �FUCK� Crawford grinned a little, tracing his spine with a finger again. I thought you were so beautiful, you had so much life and passion, and so evil to your teachers. What happened to you Jei?� with this he traced what he could of the eye patch from his advantage point. �None of your business! Get off me! I�M NOT JEI ANYMORE!� Farferello bucked again, trying to push Crawford off of himself but was efficiently pinned harder. �Not until you tell me Jei�� Crawford moved quickly, flipping Farferello onto his back before he straddled the bony hips again. This time he traced a scarred cheek. �What happened to you?� the fingers moved to the eye patch and his hand was caught in a firm grip. �No�� was whispered. He looked down at Farferello. �Please tell me�you are so different, what happened?� Farferello couldn�t see any mock in Crawford�s eyes or sense it in his tone but was anxious to tell him. �My step-father�� the head turned to stare at the wall, obviously refusing to say more. �I�m sorry Jei.� Crawford moved his free hand to caress a cheek. �It�s ok, I won�t tell anyone Jei� �I�m not Jei, no longer�I won�t let it hurt again� Farferello looked at him, letting the hand he had caught go. �Please don�t Brad�just tell the others you won whatever bet you have o�� a mouth against his own quieted him and he blinked a little, his single eye going wide as the lips brushed his before pressing more, adding pressure. His lips parted on a sigh and he tensed a little as a tongue entered his mouth and touched his own, stroking briefly. Pulling back just a little so there mouths brushed Brad stared at him. �No bet, no game Jei, I want you�I have done for some time� lips pressed forwards again and cut off any reply Farferello might have had. Farferello�s mind went blank as he was kissed the second time. He knew that this could be and was likely to be some bet a joke at his expense but at that moment he didn�t care, even if he only had this chance once he wanted it. He shifted his head when he needed to breathe and watched Brad; he couldn�t see any spite or mock within the dark depths and didn�t resist when he moved to kiss him again. His mouth opened slightly and he let out the smallest of whimpers. Brad seemingly content ran his tongue across the scarred lip and thrust it in slowly when the mouth hesitantly opened for him. A hand moved to his waist whilst the other stroked his face, after a few moments Brad deepened the kiss, leaning into him. /I can�t believe I�m doing this, I can�t believe�/ Brad�s mind was wandering before focusing back on the boy in front of him. Farferello squirmed a little under the heavy weight and felt better when the body shifted a little off of him. �Jei...� Crawford broke the kiss to stare at the boy below him. Kissing the lips again, he nibbled a jaw and then licked an ear before gently slipping the eye patch off before Farferello could protest. A hand shot up to cover his face as Farferello reached aimlessly out for the patch. �Don�t�I�m disgusting.� Brad sighed and lifted the hand from Farferello�s eye. He took in a breath as he caught his first glance, and then traced a little outside the area, not wanting to hurt him. He noticed how the scar was a lot darker here, more new than the rest and a thought crossed his mind. /he�s been hurting for so long/ He leant down to kiss the scarred area gently, before kissing his forehead. �You�re not ugly�you�re unique and alluring to me Jei�. �Farferello� was the weak reply and Brad shook his head, �you are� and he leant down to kiss him again. This time the kiss was less shy and testing and became more passionate. Closing his eyes Crawford sighed as Farferello pulled him a little closer, a hand grabbing his shoulder as he was kissed. He whimpered a little and Brad moved to trail nips along his jaw before kissing his throat. He traced a hand over the thin body and gently plucked at a nipple he found, rolling the nub gently as he took the other into his mouth, looking up, he caught Farferello�s surprised gaze with his own. He nibbled the bud as it hardened and stroked a hand along the band of the loosened towel around Farferello�s waist. It dipped under the towel and traced gently along the skin there before pulling out again, finding the tuck and moving to pull the towel from him. Farferello squirmed on the bed, he felt warm, needed. A new feeling to him, being cared for�liked. He closed his eye as a faint blush rose to his cheeks when he felt his towel loosen, then whimpered as he was taken into a firm but soft hand, the grasp loose and questioning. He bucked up a little into the shallow but gentle touch. �Please� He was unsure of what he wanted, and groaned when the hand around him tightened a little and began to move. He bucked up against Brad�s own hips. Brad moved from Farferello�s chest... �Exotic�lovely� and kissed him again, the hand tightened and sped up just a little as Farferello moaned into the kiss, his legs opening, welcoming Brad as his arms wrapped around him. Holding him tightly. �Please�more� Brad finished the kiss and went back to kissing and nipping his chest, tracing the few scars he found with his tongue. �Jei�you taste�� he continued to lap and nibble at his chest until he reached a nipple. Suckling it he slowed his pumps to Farferello�s aching erection and smirked just a little at the needy whimper. He licked once more before moving down. Farferello whimpered in his pleasure-laced daze, his eye closed again as he grasped the bed sheets and whimpered, bucking slightly. His breath jumped at the first sweep of tongue against the weeping head of his erection and his eye opened, crying out as he bucked into the warm mouth that soon followed the tongue. Slowly Brad tasted him, holding the shaft gently as he swept his tongue over the weeping head; he moiled over the taste for just a moment before taking the head into his mouth and suckled. �Brad!� Farferello cried out, clutching the sheet as a hand sifted into Brad�s hair, stroking as his hips moved with each suckle. One hand pumped Farferello as Brad continued to gently suckle him, taking more into his mouth as he nibbled, learning what his new lover liked or wanted. His eyes closed as he softly hummed, smiling a little at Farferello�s small cries of need. Not wanting to tease he relaxed and took as much as he could in, he began to move back and forth, creating suction and twined his free hand with Farferello�s clenched one. He pulled back a little and suckled the head before sweeping his tongue along the underside. Gently he squeezed Farferello�s hand and swallowed him, making Farferello cry and arch up, a soft mantra of whimpers and his name broken with his cries showed how close Farferello was. Moving a hand up Brad stroked his fingers over sensitive nipples and squeezed hard. He knew Farferello liked a little pain and scraped his teeth gently but still firmly over the erection he suckled. The only warning he had was a soft cry and arch, followed by a scream of his name as Farferello came. Pulling back Crawford swallowed as Farferello came, his whimpers softening, and his breath slowing as he came down, his chest rose heavily and after suckling him clean he moved back up. Farferello slowly opened his eye; the amber gaze flaring with passion before fluttering closed again. He opened his eye once more, trying to not close it in tiredness. �Why?� Crawford smiled. �Because I like you and I�ve wanted to do that for some time.� Leaning over Brad kissed him and Farferello whimpered, tasting himself. Climbing fully onto the bed, Brad lay on his side and pulled Farferello into his embrace. Sighing softly into the soft spiky hair, which he�d longed to do. �Thankyou.� Farferello nuzzled into the safe embrace, his hands creeping to pull Brad tighter, as if afraid he would go. Brad sighed a little and kissed Farferello�s forehead. �Go back to sleep Jei�� before Farferello could retort Brad butted in �it�s your name but I promise to only use it when we�re together� seemingly content with this Farferello closed his eye and fell asleep to the soft movements of his hair being stroked. Crawford happily soon followed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stepping out of the shower Crawford toweled off, he slipped into his nightwear previously laid out and set the alarm. They had the day off tomorrow but he couldn�t stay in bed all day. He moved over to his own bed and looked sadly over to Farferello. He whispered �I�m sorry Jei� and got into bed, he brought the covers around him and sighed a little before closing his eyes. Just as he began to drift off he heard the ruffle of sheets and then a cool body slipping in besides him and move further into his chest. �I know� Farferello laid his head under Crawford�s own and sighed. �Good night Jei� ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |