Leaking Heart: A Novel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 15 (v.1)

Submitted: December 17, 2011

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Submitted: December 17, 2011



My first and only love is an idiot.

Just yesterday he befriended my parents at the dinner table, and now he was making a fool of himself by arguing with my mother. He doesn't seem to realize that in this household, mother is always right. ALWAYS.

"Whitney Houston!" insisted Mom.

"Poison," sang Shiloah.

I rolled my eyes. Best singer of the 80's? How did that even come up? Then they brought me into the argument.

"Athan, who's the best?" demanded Mom, glaring at me with her snake eyes.

"He'll agree with me, so don't even ask," retorted Shiloah.

"Whitney Houston," I said.

Mom laughed -- no, cackled -- while Shiloah gave me a look of disbelief.

"What?" he gasped. "How dare you betray me, Athanasios Wyatt Hallow!"

Mom and I laughed.

We went through the school days together, and often, he came over to my house in the afternoons or on weekends.

I asked him, "When can I come over to your house for once?"

He thought for a moment. "I guess whenever. I never really thought about my place."

"Cool," I replied. I was pleased with myself.

And the next day after school, Shiloah drove me to his house. As he lived in the same neighborhood as me, his house was the same shape and structure, and the same color. A wilting flower bed lined the driveway.

The interior was the same as mine, but covered in framed photographs. I didn't think it was possible to have so many photos of three people -- though most of them were of Shiloah growing up.

Shiloah caught my stare. "My mom is an artist. She always has her camera."

As if by cue, there was a flash, followed by a shutter sound. Shiloah's mom lowered her camera and looked at the screen. "Ha! Shiloah, I caught you at the right moment." She turned it to show us. Shiloah's eyes were half closed, his mouth forming an awkward o.

"Delete it," Shiloah demanded. "Hey, this is the dude you hit with your car."

She froze, a look of embarrassment on her face. "Oh..."

"Shiloah," I muttered, punching his back. "It's fine, ma'am, really."

Her smile returned. "Please, just Lisa."

"Mom, this is Athan, my boyfriend," Shiloah introduced me. "We're going to my room. Bring us a snacky?"

"Aw, okay," cooed Lisa, giving me a kind smile. "Cookies and milk?"

"Sure," I replied. Shiloah led me down the hall, past the stairs. His room was on the bottom floor.

"I wake up late, like, every day. It's faster to run around on the bottom floor and out the door," Shiloah explained. He left his door open.

Unlike the rest of the house that I could see, his walls were bare blue. He had a bed, a wooden chair, and a desk. Nothing else.

I chose to sit on the bed cross-legged. "What do you do around here?" I asked.

"Nothing much," he replied, sitting on the chair backwards, his legs spread to accomodate the back. "Mostly I just mess with my mom or go to your house."


"My mom has to go to work in a few. After we have a snack we could...hop in the shower," he suggested after a moment of thought. "It sucks having gym last period."

"Yeah," I agreed. "No sense in wasting water, you know?"

We both laughed. I ran my tongue over the back of my lip piercing. Not many people at school had commented on it, but those who did said it was cool.

A flash of light, and a shutter sound. "Aw," smiled Lisa, balancing a tray of milk and cookies against her hip and looking at the photo she had just taken in her other hand. "You two are so cute when you smile. This is going on the wall." She slipped the phone in her pocket and set the tray on Shiloah's desk. Then she eyed one corner of the desk. "No, not the wall. It's going right here so Shiloah can remember it."

Shiloah rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'm going to work, Bae," Lisa announced, wiping her hands on her jeans. She leaned down and they kissed each other on the cheek. "See you later." She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek also, to my surprise. "Be good, the both of you."

Then she was gone, and Shiloah reached over for a cookie. "Help yourself. Don't worry; they're store-bought. No poison what-so-ever."

"Why would I have to worry?"

"My mom can burn cereal."

After our "snacky," as Shiloah called it, we climbed into a hot shower together.

We stepped out, kissing passionately, not even bothering to dry off before he pushed me onto his bed, pressing himself against me.

His hand ran down my body, then over my thigh, to my hardening shaft.

Shiloah pulled away for a moment, raising my leg up, then went to work on my neck with his soft lips. His finger rubbed against my asshole, and I moaned as it went inside. My instant reaction was to tighten.

"Gotta relax," Shiloah murmured. I did, and he started moving his finger in and out, in and out, slowly.

It felt good.

There was a pause before I felt two go in. It took all I had not to squeeze closed, and I yelled out in pleasure, arching my back. This time he went a bit faster.

Then he removed his finger and sat up on his knees. "What?" I panted.

"Do you want to go further?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, let's go all the way!"

"You sure?"

I reached up and pulled him back down onto me. "Do it." Then I pressed my lips back against his.

I couldn't stop myself from tightening as his cock was pushed inside of me. Shiloah grunted. "Ah, loosen up--relax!" he said painfully.

It took a moment, but I did, and Shiloah started moving his hips back and forth, in and out.

I moaned with each thrust from the pure pleasure. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, or so I thought. Shiloah's soft, but firm hand wrapped around my shaft and slid up and down, intensifying my pleasure.

Then I came, and gasped a few seconds later as Shiloah did also. It felt hot and sticky inside of me, and then he pulled out slowly.

We were both breathing heavily and sweating, but it was wonderful.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," I replied.

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