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Luxemburger Queen -- Part 9 Okay, screw the paper that's due next Monday, I needed to write this. :) Couldn't leave poor little Brian crying in a corridor for another week. 9: A Matter of the Heart Brian had hardly noticed the afternoon passing. When the bell rang after the last lesson, he numbly got up and walked home without noticing anything. He felt dead inside. How had all of this happened? So quickly, most of all ... His mother cheerfully welcomed him when he came home, but her face instantly became worried when she saw his red eyes. "Brian, darling, have you been crying?" she asked worriedly. Brian only shrugged. His mother's concern made everything well up again and he could barely suppress the tears. "Have they bullied you again?" his mother now asked with a hint of rage in her voice. "No," Brian muttered lowly, "'s not that. I'm fine." He sniffled. "Really. I'm in my room." "What is wrong, Brian?" His mother gently stroked his cheek. "Honey, you can tell me, whatever it is -" She eyed him with the experience of a mother. "It's a matter of the heart, isn't it?" Brian could no longer suppress the sobs and allowed his mother to take him into her arms. "Shhh," she murmured. "Poor darling!" Brian didn't resist as she led him into the kitchen where she wiped his face with a cool wash rag. She didn't seem to expect him to talk, so he just sat there, accepting the cookies and cocoa she set on the table and her warm smile as well. Rare enough to get that smile. A frown was a lot more common. He emptied the box of cookies and drank three cups of cocoa, then he felt too full to eat or drink anything and told his mother so. "Yes, honey. Is there anything else I can do for you?" She sat down opposite to him. "Do you want to talk? I think you should. Things like this need to be talked over, otherwise they eat you up inside, you know? Who is she?" Brian cringed. He couldn't possibly talk to his mother about this! He knew exactly what'd happen, how quickly her expression of sympathy and warmth would fade to be replaced by reproach and disgust. He didn't want that. He wanted Nice Mom, not Angry Mom. "I - I can't," he said and swallowed. "I - I think I'll go outside for a while." "A walk around? Yes, that can help to clear up the mind, that's a good idea," his mother replied softly. "Yes. I'll be a while." "Take your time. Just don't come back too late in the evening, I don't want to have to worry about you, love." Brian smiled at her, painfully since he REALLY wanted to talk to someone, a parent, a grown-up, but there was nobody he could confide in. So he just walked outside into the afternoon sun and began to stroll around. He passed the playground which made him feel queasy. It was where it all had started. After thirty or forty minutes of just walking the streets, he suddenly found himself in front of Frank's house. He looked at it and didn't know what to think. Then he realized he'd come here on purpose. He sighed, assembling his courage, and then rang the bell. Footsteps approached and Frank's mother opened. "Yes?" "I, uhm, hello, I'm Brian. I'm in the drama club with Frank. Is he at home?" The woman eyed him curiously. "That'd be Brian Molko, right? I know your Mom from church. Yes, I think Frank is in ..." Just then, Brian saw a movement at the top of the stairs. Frank's mother noticed his glance and turned. "Ah, Frank, you've got a visitor! Go on upstairs," she said to Brian with a smile. "Thanks." Knees shaking, Brian walked past her and up the stairs where Frank stood, staring at him. "Hi," Brian said, feeling stupid. "Hi." Frank frowned. He looked down to see his mother still standing there. "Well, why don't you come in?" he asked, beckoning to his room. Brian walked inside and sat down on the chair beneath the notorious Genesis poster while Frank assumed his apparently usual position on the bed. "So?" he asked Brian. Brian swallowed hard. "Frank, I - I want ... I want to apologize." He looked at the older boy who eyes him with confusion. "I was being unfair. I was expecting you to do things I don't dare to do. My mom just asked me what was wrong with me and I couldn't tell her. You know what she's like. She hates gay people. She'd probably kick me out of the house if she knew what happened between us. I'm sorry I called you a hypocrite. It's not you. I am the hypocrite here." Brian looked at Frank who still bore an expression of utter amazement. "So, that's what I wanted to say. I was awful today. Very mean. And stupid. I'm sorry." A long moment of silence, then Frank nodded slowly. "Apology accepted," he said with a quiet voice. "You don't seem to feel much better than I do, so I think we're even." "I feel awful," said Brian with a forced smile. "I even got Christian to pity me, can you believe that?" "Christian?" Frank inquired with a frown. "He saw me crying in the corridor and was worried I'd try and copy Jason from the play and slit my wrists or so." The smile on Brian's face was now a real one, accompanied by a small laugh. "I think I'm a very convincing weeper." Frank had to laugh as well. "Wow. Did he try to hit on you again?" "No. We just made peace. We'll leave each other alone. But it's not Christian I came here for. It's - it's you." Frank just looked at him, expecting him to go on. "Since - the apology and all - do you think - I mean ... I ... could we ... well?" stammered Brian, shaking with fear to be rejected. Frank smiled the most wicked smile and pointed at the bed. "You never do things easily if there's a way for you to complicate them, do you?" he said grinning when Brian shyly sat down. Brian smiled. "Would be half the fun." "You think so? Would be half the trouble as well." Frank wrapped his arm around Brian's shoulder and drew him closer. Brian sighed and closed his eyes as he pressed against Frank's warm body. "I'm still in love with you, you know?" he whispered, his lips searching for Frank's. "Stupid," Frank said, then Brian had found what he had been searching for and they didn't speak for several minutes while their tongues were entwined with each other, lips sucking, tongues licking across the lips and all around their mouths. Brian felt heat rising up in him and kissed Frank even more passionately, and Frank answered the kiss just as well, pushing Brian to lie down on the bed, outstretched on his back like the time before, covering him with his body. They never broke the kiss while they arranged themselves into comfortable positions with Frank lying between Brian's legs just like the other day, crotch against crotch, lips against lips and hands moving over the other one's body. Brian slipped his hands under Frank's shirt and pulled at it. He felt Frank smile against his lips, then at last the older boy broke the kiss to pull the shirt over his head. He looked great, Brian thought Slender and silky. He raised himself a bit as Frank fumbled with his shirt to help him removing it. Then they lay against each other again, feeling the other one, hands touching bare skin now, hot skin, soft skin. Frank dived to suck at Brian's throat while Brian played with his hair. "Are you a fucking vampire or what?" Brian whispered as Frank bit him playfully. "I may be fucking, but I'm no vampire," Frank replied, setting both of them into a series of silly chuckles. "And who'd you be fucking?" asked Brian then, breathlessly because Frank's tongue had just found his right nipple and was licking at it. Frank giggled. "Christian, he needs it." Brian slapped him playfully. "You mention him again and I'll leave!" "Forgive me, Lady Molko." Brian wanted to think of an appropriate answer, but Frank's lips were mercilessly tracing downwards so he wasn't quite able to think, especially when Frank started to unbutton his jeans and pulled down the zipper. "Again ..." was all he could mutter. Frank looked up. "Don't you want to?" he whispered surprise. Brian stared at him. "What? Are you stupid?" "Sorry." Frank grinned and slowly pulled down jeans and panties, his lips following the waning line of fabric. He looked up at Brian every now and then to marvel at the sight of what seemed to be an ocean of fair skin illuminated by the setting sun which shone right through the window. "Gosh, you're so beautiful!" he said softly, his lips just then reaching Brian's cock. The only response he got was a growling moan. He could see Brian arching his back, pressing his lower half against him, and smiled. "Like this, don't you?" He didn't expect an answer, really, so he just licked along Brian's erection before deep-throating him. Brian heard himself whimpering. He was unable to move in any direction but closer to Frank's mouth, and so he did precisely that. Frank used the opportunity to push his jeans and underpants down to his knees and to slip one hand under him so he could caress Brian's backside while sucking him. Brian was sure he was going out of his mind. One human being couldn't be able to feel this. He wasn't on fire. He was a single passionate flame. This was no comparison to the first time, which had been a nice but nervous fumbling around concluded by a very short blowjob. Just when he thought that he'd reached some sort of heaven, that things couldn't get better, Frank's fingers parted his ass cheeks, nearing themselves a very tender spot ... "Hey, what are you doing?" breathed Brian, opening his eyes to look down at Frank, who let go of Brian's cock to speak. "Do you trust me, Bri? I promise you'll like this." "I don't know ... doesn't it hurt?" Frank smiled and moved away to reach his bedside-table, opened a drawer and took out a small box. "Vaseline," he explained with a grin, "I always have very dry skin so I always have some here - and believe me, it's VERY good for other things, too ..." Brian blushed, and Frank tucked his fingers into the slimy stuff, then put the box away and reassumed the same position as before, but this time he didn't stop his fingers from exploring unknown land. Brian thought he was going to explode when Frank's forefinger cautiously slipped inside him, pushing gently forward. And then the world just turned upside down as Frank hit a VERY intense spot and Brian just came into Frank's mouth. Frank drew away, smiling and licking his lips, and lay down on Brian, snuggling his head against Brian's chest and kissing his nipple. "Good?" he asked softly. Brian couldn't answer, he was busy breathing. Frank chuckled and moved upwards to kiss Brian, who was a bit confused by the taste of his own cum in Frank's mouth but didn't really mind. They kissed for some minutes, Brian hugging Frank tightly and sighing under his lips, then breaking free with a grin. "Gosh, can you do that on a regular basis?" He giggled. "What the fuck did you do in there?" "It's called prostrate, Bri-baby," answered Frank with a grin, rising himself a bit onto his arms to look down at Brian. "Don't know much about anatomy, huh?" "Don't know much about history, don't know much biology," Brian started to sing with a soft, cooing voice so unlike the usual, sneering accent of his, "don't know much about algebra, don't know what a slide rule is for." He traced his finger across Frank's naked chest. "But I do know that I love you, and I know that if you love me to what a wonderful world this could be ..." "You again," Frank replied, pretending to be annoyed, but a loving smile had crept onto his face. "Yeah, that's me," Brian whispered back. Then suddenly a devilish twinkle appeared in his eyes, and before Frank could determine what that should mean, he felt himself being thrown around on the bed with Brian suddenly looming over him, holding his hands by the wrist. "Hello, lovely," Brian cooed, smiling. "Hiya there, pretty," Frank replied softly. "Now what game are you playing here?" Brian grinned cockily, but Frank could clearly see shyness in his eyes. "Time to return the favor, isn't it, after all, you've done it twice and all you got was to come into my hands last time ..." "Which was nice," Frank interrupted, but Brian shook his head. Frank tried to raise himself to kiss him, but Brian kept him down with surprising strength. "Bri, have you ever done this before? You don't have to, really, if you don't want to -" "I want to," Brian whispered. "All right. Just be careful with your teeth. Keep your lips over them." Heeding Frank's advice, Brian let go of his wrists and opened Franks jeans to pull them down. He hesitated a moment as he saw Frank's cocked exposed before him. A wave of shyness rushed through him. Then he vanquished the anxiety and tentatively licked at the tip. Frank drew in a sharp, hissing breath which greatly encouraged Brian. Couldn't have been that wrong, he calculated. He let his lips wander up and down Frank's erection before hesitatingly taking it into his mouth. From miles beyond, it seems, he could hear Frank gasping and moaning, he felt him pumping under him, hands were clasping his head and pressed him tightly against Frank, and then his mouth filled with warm liquid. For a second, Brian was overcome with repulsion, but then he just swallowed it and moved upwards, snuggling against Frank. Frank hugged him and kissed him. "Thanks, love, that was ... marvelous." "It was weird," muttered Brian. Frank grinned. "It is," he admitted, "the first few times at least, but once you get used to it, it can be a major turn-on, really - nothing cuter than a guy coming into your mouth." "If you say so ..." "Especially one like you," added Frank softly and sighed, playing with Brian's hair. "Can I see you tomorrow?" "Of course!" Frank flushed with anticipation. "Any time!" "And ... do you think ... that this could become 'a wonderful world'?" Brian asked coyly, avoiding to look at Frank. Frank kissed him and smiled. "Maybe. I think it's just now developing into one." Their gazes met and they were lost in each other's eyes, at least until a sharp ringing sound cut through the silence of the room. Frank jumped. "Dinner!" he exclaimed, pulling up his trousers in terror. "What the fuck-" "The bell, it's Mom's way to say 'dinner is ready, get down here', come on, quick, before she comes up to see what takes me so long!" They panicky dressed themselves and then stumbled outside. "Hurry, Frank, it's getting cold!" a man's voice rang as they descended the stair. "I'm coming!" yelled Frank. "Again?" whispered Brian with a wicked smile. Frank shook his head in mock consternation and then allowed Brian to cup his face and kiss him. "See you in school tomorrow," Brian said. "At lunch. As usual." "Yes." Brian smiled. "As usual." Prev | Next Home |