All I'll Ever Love

Chapter two: If Irony were God than I would be an atheist.

P.O.V. = Mikey

I wake up to gentle kisses on my face, opening my eyes to see you holding me, that beautiful smile on your face as your lips pepper my skin. You see me waken from your touch and move to kiss my lips before I move away.

“I need to brush my teeth.” I argue, but you ignore it.

“I need to brush mine too, c’mon.” Giving into our plea and the adorable expression on your face I allow our lips to press together simply, saving our first memory of the day. You hold me and smile, inhaling the scent of my hair. “I love you Mikey.” I know you do, but your reminders are better than god’s redemption.

“I love you too.” You keep me wrapped in your arms, our skin pressed together so perfectly.

“Mmm…” You say, stretching out as the sun shines on your face through the curtains, making you look like an angel. “Are you gonna come take a shower with me?” You ask cutely and I grin as you nuzzle my cheek.

“Of course.” You kiss my hair and hoist me up onto you, the sheet around my hips partially covering our nude bodies. You slowly trace your fingers over my hipbones and up around my things, letting your hands rest bellow my waist. I look at your perfect form; the smooth dark hair bellow your naval, your perfect creamy skin blending with my whiteness. I find myself lost with your unmarred beauty, and suddenly long to run my hands over your flesh. You’re a year older than me exactly. Well, give or take a few months. At fourteen I’ve fallen in love with the most amazing person I’ve ever known. My mother would be furious if she knew I was sleeping with another boy. When I asked her what she thought about homosexuals she said they’re going to hell and that men should only like women and vice versa. I don’t think love has any sexual orientation, or that god would punish anyone for caring about someone else, even if they are the same sex. If I’m wrong then I guess the devil has a special place for you and me. I lean down and kiss the corner of your jaw and get off you, putting my hand in yours and pulling you towards the bathroom with me. You follow closely, playfully trying to nip at my neck, your soft palms on my waist, as we sneak across the hall to the bathroom, trying to be seen like this. You lock the door behind you and sit on the edge of the tub, starting to run the water while I start brushing my teeth with the toothbrush I keep here. You let the water warm and start brushing yours letting the toothpaste slowly drip down your chin and then mumbling ‘look’ through closed lips. I laugh at you and shake my head. So dirty.

We crawl in the shower together, holding each other under the spray of warm water. My hands roam across your body and I pick up the soap, lathering it up on your skin, feeling the tenseness in your shoulders disappear. I love the feeling of your flesh under my hands; every little shape and contour. You’re not skinny, but you’re not fat by any means. You’re muscular, but not ridiculously bulky. Just perfect. I soap up your back and kiss our neck before my hands dance across your chest and stomach, swooning over every curve.

“Are you purposely trying to turn me on?” You ask

“Maybe.” I grin, closing the distance between our lips. “Why? Is it working?”

“Very much so.” You admit shyly and I kiss you, softly, slowly, before moving down to kiss your neck. Your collarbone. Your chest. I still have the soap in my hands, sliding the cool bar over your hips, and you blindly obey when I press you against the wall. You still as My lips wrap around you and you moan as I take you in deeper, craving the noise you make when I please you. I know this is a sin. In the bible any kind of unnatural sex is considered sodomy. Especially when it’s two males. But just because It’s written in a book doesn’t mean it’s really wrong.

I feel you in my throat and force back my gag reflex before pulling away and sucking your tip, rolling my tongue along your flesh, listening to the harsh breaths you draw in. For such a horrid sin, I think it’s quite nice. Your hands tangle in my hair as I take you in again, trying to make this as good for you as I possibly can.

Before long your legs start to tremble slightly and I know this is going to be good. I try even harder doing everything I know and let you softly rock your hips into me.

“Fuck, Mikey…mmm.” You pull my hair gently, warning me how close you are. You explode into my mouth, a loud moan escaping your lips as I struggle to swallow all of it. You crouch down to me and press your lips to mine, laying me on my back and letting the water pound your back. There’s barely enough room here, but you manage to lay beside me, keeping our lips connected as you taste yourself upon me. The hot water cascades over us as your hand slides across my skin, before your fingers wrap around me and I realize how much sexual tension I’ve built up in the last seven or eight hours. You kiss my neck and I whisper that I love you in your ear. My back arches against the floor of the tub as your teeth bite skin and I hear myself begging for you to make love to me.

Before I realize it’s happened you’re inside me, thrusting in and out as our mouths twist together. The friction causes so much pleasure and I have to fight back moans and cries as my back arches from you hitting my spot. Your fingers wrap around me again, pumping in rhythm with your smooth even thrusts and our lips meet again, fighting away the need to breathe. My muscles tense and tighten, and I press my fingers into your skin as you bring me to climax, a moan of release and overwhelming pleasure escaping from us, loud enough to echo off the bathroom walls as I feel you come inside me. It warms my insides and I feel like I’m floating kind of, my body weightless and relaxed as my nerves buzz with the most wonderful feeling in the world. I regret you pulling out of me, and our lips soon part as well, the air being pulled back into our lungs. The water is starting to cool down, giving us just enough time to finish our quick shower before it goes cold.

“I love you.” I say, wrapping my arms around you as you button up your jeans, before you turn to hold me, your still wet hair curling into your face.

“I love you too.” You give me a quick and gentle kiss, before simply holding me against your chest and I smell you, trying to hold on to that lingering scent of body wash so I’ll never forget it. “C’mon.” you say, softly kissing my forehead and you take my hand, leading me down the stairs, where your mother is pouring us each a bowl of cereal, setting them at the table.

“Good morning.” She says in that sweet voice of hers, seeing our wet hair and she grins as if she knows exactly what we were just doing upstairs no more than ten minutes ago.

“Morning.” We say in unison, returning her grin as if to say, ‘oh yea we so just got laid.’

“‘D you guys sleep god last night?” She asks, pouring the milk as we sit down.

“Yup.” You answer, hoping that’s the end.

“Sounded like it.”

“Mom, please.” You say, the blush creeping up your neck and across your face.

“What? I think you guys are adorable.”

“Mum!” It embarrasses you when she talks about us.

“Sorry. Next time put a towel under the door or something.” I laugh at her and you elbow me in the side. I just kiss your cheek, now red with blush and we start eating in silence with smiles on, your mom watching TV in the living room.

You’ve always been close to your mother, which I suppose is why it was so easy to tell her you weren’t interested in girls. She loves you no matter what and you know that. My mom’s just not the same. Your mom’s known about us since the first day we kissed. I wish my mother were as understanding as yours, instead of a bible-pounding nag. I love my mom; I just wish she’d understand me.

You glance at me and I realized I’ve been staring at you. I poke at my cereal and for some reason I’m not so hungry anymore. I set my bowl on the floor, letting your brindle boxer Brutus eat what I didn’t. I wrap my arms around you just wanting to feel you breathing.

“You smell good.” I inform you and you hastily swallow your last bite.

“You look good.” I giggle as you sit up, putting both our bowls in the sink. You lean against the counter and just stand there. “Wanna go watch TV.?” You ask and I nod my reply, following you into the living room and laying down on the couch in front of you. You wrap your arms around me and lace our fingers together snuggling into me.

“What time are you supposed to be home Mikey?” your mom asks, sitting at the chair in the corner.

“Six.”

“You want a ride.”

“No. I can walk.” She smiles and turns her attention back to the television. Lifetime television for women. We watch it for a while and it seems interesting. Then it gets to teary and womanly and I quietly suggest we go upstairs. Your mother says nothing as we walk past her, our hands still linked together. You hold my hips as I walk u in front of you and you kiss my lower back making me giggle. You lay on your bed and I lay between your legs, resting my head on your stomach and letting you run your fingers through my hair. My hands drift under your shirt, my fingertips brushing against your skin, perplexed by it’s softness. “How do you know when you’re really in love?” I ask you and you sigh thoughtfully.

“I guess…you just know.”

“Oh that’s insightful.” I say sarcastically and you laugh.

“Well, I know I’m in love with you, so I just figured that’s how it works.”

“But how do you know?”

“Well…I’d do anything to make you happy and to keep you smiling. I know I love you because every time you touch me, my body explodes into a million truths, each one whispering your name.” I lift my head and my eyes meet yours. “I know I love you. And look at the skin you touched.” My eyes travel to the soft skin of your stomach and I see the tiny goose bumps that cover it. I smile.

“I know I’m in love with you too then.” I rest my head again and lift your shirt more so I can feel your skin on my cheek. My fingers trace your hips and I kiss your stomach, closing my eyes and feeling like the luckiest and happiest boy on earth. If Irony were god then I would be an atheist because sin isn’t supposed to feel this good.

P.O.V. = Frank

I close my eyes and submit to the soft feeling of your lips on my skin. Hoping with every fiber of my being that I’ll never know what it’s like to be without them. You move up my body, kissing and tracing every detail and curve as if it were the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. I know I’m not as beautiful as you think I am, but you love me and that’s all that matters. Your lips fall on mine so simplistically yet it gives me the most complex emotions.

“I love you.” I tell you, for the millionth time this morning, as you curl up at my side, the warmth of your body soaking into my bones.

“I love you too.” Your hand cups my cheek and you turn my head towards you softly kissing my lips and draping your arm across me, weaving our legs together. You rub my stomach and hip your hand traveling down my thigh before you kiss me again, wrapping your arm back around me and holding me close. I turn on the television and start clicking through the channels looking for something we both like. “Put animal planet on.” You love that channel. I check it and see what’s on. A Romeo and Juliet about monkeys. How…odd. “This looks good.” So we end up cuddling as we watch this show about monkeys falling in love, because you want to watch it. I’m not complaining. You’re beside me in my arms. I don’t need anything else.


Eventually it’s time for you to go home and I walk you there, taking the dog with us.

“I love you.” I whisper in front of your house and Brutus is pulling on my arm because he doesn’t want to stop.

“I love you too.” The sunlight catches your face and for a moment you look like an angel; the light breeze sweeping loose hair into your face. You shake the hair out of your eyes and push your glasses back up your nose, before chewing our tongue, a nervous habit you’ve had ever since I’ve known you. You hug me and I feel the warmth of your skin on mine, and we chance a kiss, hoping your parents don’t see us standing at the end of the driveway with our lips attached and my tongue in your mouth. You pull away and smile. “I love you.” I smile; because that’s the second time you’ve said that in that many minutes.

“I love you too.” I tell you before you go up your walkway, turning to wave before going inside your house. I can’t wait to see you again.