gotta get by !

[nathaniel spencer harlow]

DESPERATE TIMES CALLED FOR DESPERATE MEASURES. Simple times called for simple actions. Happy times called for celebration. But what was this? Was it all just desperate? An active impulse running through both of them? Was it something they both had wanted for so long? Could it be safe to say that it was sparked from something deep down inside of them? A feeling of sorts?

Perhaps Nate was better off not knowing.

Maybe there was something inside of him that was just wishing for things to be the way they were once upon a time. Back to when they were both still in Chicago, curled up in his bed. Just the two of them in their own little world with soft touches and gentle kisses. Nate hadn't meant to run away. Truth be told, Nate just didn't like thinking before doing anything. Okay, it wasn't that he didn't like to... his brain just had issues with it. Emotionally, he wasn't the most stable person. We've covered this. He either overacted or didn't act enough in certain situations. But his mind... it didn't fully develop through out the childhood stages. This caused to be problematic on more than one occasion. Unfortunately. Most people couldn't stand to deal with Nate when he was overreacting. More times than not, he acted like a teenager... a female one most likely.

Pushing past the new and old feelings, pushing back all the memories, he tried focusing on the now. The moment where it was the two of them getting caught up in one another. The moment where everything was... everything was... perfect. Almost. His mind was still spinning in that ever present haze he was experiencing at the moment. And he just allowed himself to be kissed by the other boy once again, fingers roaming gently over the soft skin on the other's now bare skin for a few moments. It would have just been too hard to continue on with that while walking and kissing the other. While Nate was good at multitasking, there were some limits onto the thing. But it wouldn't be much longer before he could touch it again.

So many years of guiltily dreaming about this, and it was finally happening.

His eyes weren't adjusted to the different, the dark, lighting of the bedroom area. As as much as he would have liked to have properly seen the boys, he wasn't going to complain. He wasn't going to complain about anything that was happening. Whatever Zephyr wanted for this he would allow it. Not because on some weird dimension he felt like he owed the boy anything. No, because he wanted this. He wanted to do whatever he could, wanted to touch the boy in whatever ways the boy wanted. Or he could try to at least.

Nate didn't show his feelings too much. And he definitely didn't get a lot of his thoughts out. They were kept inside of his too big head. But so many people would be surprised about how needy, desperate, and... romantic he could be. Or maybe that would be the wrong word. But he had always wanted so much, and he knew he would never get any of it. It wasn't the way the world functioned. And definitely not the way his did.

His short, callused fingers roamed over Zephyr's skin at the next chance he got. They worked their way from the other's thin waist, up the flat chest, over the prodding rib cage bones and collarbones, and finally up to his neck as the other kissed his neck. An action with caused the boy to exposed more of it for him out of habit. Everything in this was... it just felt right. And maybe it was. Maybe this was what their life had destined for them. And maybe that was what scared him most. And even if it had his mind rolling with doubts, denials, problems and general freak-outs, he ignored them all. He refused to have this moment ruined for him, for Zephyr, for both of them.

A small, slight gasp escaped his lips as his jeans were being removed. There was a relief from it, but that had only been his fault for having to wear girl's jeans which weren't made for a male's body. If you didn't already know that. But as they were pulled down off his hips, down his legs, this whole scenario just became more and more real to him. And, really, if he had wanted to see the boy, his eyes had failed to open. This was just something that happened whenever lips happened to be attached to his skin. And maybe he wondered briefly if the other was leaving a mark. But it really didn't matter.

Soon, the lips were removed, and he felt himself being moved forward. Away from the spot they had once been, and then his body was moving down onto the others. Their bodies could almost fit perfectly together. And then... and then he heard the words, the plead. His eyes, were more only opened just a bit more than half-lid, looked down at the boy for a moment. “Are... are you sure?” the question repeated itself. But he almost felt it necessary. Neither one of them were under anything (aside from the possible, mostly visible, lust). He didn't want this to be something either one would regret. Or have the other boy to not be ready. After all, he hadn't been ready for his first time, and he wanted it to be something special with the other. This was assuming that the other was still a virgin though.

Though the question slipped through his lips, it didn't stop his hands from moving to the button of the boy's jeans. It didn't take too long for him to get the button, and pull the zipper down. His hands shook a bit as they grabbed a hold of the waistband, moving himself up just a bit so he was able to pull them down and off of the boy. With just a little bit of difficulty, he managed to get the jeans off the boy, throwing them off to the side. His dark chocolate eyes looked at the boy, studying him, before he pressed his lips against the others, kissing him briefly. Not long after that his lips moved down to his neck, leaving light kisses down it. This was really happening, wasn't it?

His thumbs pressed against the boy's hips lightly. Yes, yes, Nate this was happening. You can stop being in denial now.

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TAG zephyr
STATUS done
OUTFIT hisfckinghips
WORDS 1,095
CREDITS mememeandtheacademyis
NOTES look at nate being all caring.. sorta?
and i have no clue what i'm talking about in the
beginning.

[zephyr drew clayton]

There was one thing that Zephyr knew he wouldn’t be able to handle. If Nate suddenly decided that this was a bad idea and forced them to stop, where was he supposed to go? Should he stay and deal with feeling like he wasn’t good enough? Or should he just accept it and get his clothes and go? He didn’t know what he should do, or if that would even happen. The boy slipped out of his thoughts, focusing on the task at hand. It would be nice if everything would stop mattering now so he wouldn’t be worrying when they were actually getting things going with each other. Of course, with Zeph being a virgin, all of this was new to him. But with Nate, it was all natural and far too easy for him to commit to and follow through with. He felt as if he was being guided to do as he pleased. Could they really be meant for each other? Or was that just some sort of lie to get people to think they were ‘soul mates’ and then something went terribly wrong and forced those two people apart? Zephyr could say it. Well, he could think it at least.

He was in love with Nathanial.

For the longest of times, Zephyr thought that it was just because his friend was so caring. But as their time apart spread over the two years, he realized there was so much more behind that. Zephyr wasn’t completely helpless and Nate wasn’t always the best mother for Zeph either. Sometimes, once in a rare while, it was Zephyr comforting Nate. Sure, those times were rare but that was only because Nate was the center core of everything calm in his life. So now, as they mangled their bodies together in the dark cover of Nate’s room, he was in fact very calm. Zeph was ready for this; as long as it was Nate. He didn’t want anyone else. Ever. He knew that he was probably setting himself up for his own smack in the face, but he didn’t care. He’d wanted this for so long now that it only made sense for him to finally get it before something went wrong and he was set up for problems again. His breathing began to hitch with the more passing time and the placement of Nate’s hands on his body.

God, did that feel so good. Nate’s body covering his own with his back against his bed. Then, the other’s hot breath rolled out against his neck, sending shivers down his spin. The question he had heard what seemed like so many times out of Nate’s mouth repeated itself yet again. But this time, he didn’t have to think of an answer. He already knew. “Yes,” he paused, sucking in a breath. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Zeph managed to whisper out. He closed his eyes after having a feeling that Nate was looking down at him. The darkness of the room made it nearly impossible to be able to see what was happening. His stomach muscles clenched together at the soft feeling of the hand running down his body and to the band of his jeans. Zeph’s heart managed to beat slightly faster; jumping up in speed when he finally realized that he was almost naked with Nate. His teeth were about to retreat to his lower lip, but he was forced out of it with the pressure that was pressed to his lips.

Zephyr kissed back, leaning his chin up some to hold onto the kiss. His neck had been the most ticklish spot on his body for years. But now, as it was touched in which was meant as an intimate way, it didn’t tickle. It felt right. His head tilted backward to expose more of his neck for Nate to cover. He could feel the dampness of the trail being left. “Mmm.” He muttered out, arching his hips upward some. He could feel where the hands were and he wanted them lower. Zeph just wanted to be able to feel Nate pleasing him. The boy pushed his hips up and into Nate’s, feeling his own arousal rub against Nate’s. A gasp left his list from the feeling that was left surging over him. He wanted that, but at a higher level. With a whimper leaving his lips, his hands slipped down and rubbed against the still covered hips of his best friend. One hand slipped inward and started to pressurize the growing bump in center of Nate’s legs. Zeph’s warm hand slipped behind the band, wrapping around his length.

Okay, he had hadn’t done this before. Maybe a few times to himself, but that was it. Anything to another person was foreign to him. But of course, this was Nate and he could do it for Nate. His spider like fingers pressed to his palm, making sure that he was fully grabbing Nate’s length. Zeph then started to snap his palm up and down over the hardening skin. His lips met against Nate’s ear, grinning to himself. “Stop worrying about me and give me what you know you want to give.” His voice came out with a seductive purr to it. Yeah. Zeph being seductive. It probably helped that his hand was rubbing on Nate.


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STATUS finished.
WORDS 890 words.
NOTES sorry it's short. i had to write it before i leave for school.

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[nathaniel spencer harlow]

IT MAY NOT SEEM LIKE IT but there was always something going on inside of his mind. Despite the calm and cool exterior, the boy was actually freaking out. And what was he going to do about that? Well.. he was just going to continue on with whatever he was doing. His mind wasn't controlling his actions. (Well, not exactly his mind. It was more often than not a specific body part.) It was something else. Something like simple nature. That was really all he could explain it as. None of this was thought out, planned, or even thought about... too much at least. Nate was amazed by this. So fucking amazed, and so fucking content. He almost loved the feeling.

Hearing the other's agreement made him smile just a little bit. At least he wasn't the only one with these feelings. It made him feel less guilty for dreaming and thinking about a sort of situation such as this. Though, that didn't help with the feeling he had once had when the boy would lie next to him those few years back and he would have those thoughts. They would just pop into his head at random moments, when he had an arm or both around him, when he was watching him sleep. As creepy as that was, the boy just looked so peaceful, so calm. Almost like a little porcelain doll. And as he did this, he could just imagine it all happening. And he had always felt like shit when he did it. Some of those mornings ended up being especially awkward for him.

He could do this. He really could. And he would try his hardest not to mess anything up. It was something he has mastered in, much against his own will, but he thought that the boy deserved so much more than that.

Nate still didn't believe he was good enough.

A gasp pressed through his plush, full lips at the contact from the other, causing a momentary pause in their contact with this skin. His senses felt like they were on overdrive. This was really almost too much for him, too surreal. Things that were too good to be true were that, weren’t they? Not true? That’s what this felt like… but he had to believe that this was true. That this was something more than a creation of his imagination.

Lightly, his teeth scrapped over Zeph’s collarbone. This was only moments before he felt a hand on his hip, which slid down further and underneath the fabric. What happened next cause a low moan to slip past his lips and against the others skin. Involuntary, his hips moved themselves forward against the younger boy’s hand. And his teeth might have sunk into the boy’s skin just a little bit to keep himself from getting loud. Yeah, sometimes Nate could get a bit too loud or his own good. And it didn’t help when the boy’s words sent a shiver down his spine (and maybe right to a specific area of his body), but he nodded at the request. Yeah, he could do that. He could.

Nate’s breathing got steadily heavier as the boy continued to work his hand. During this time, he had kissed his way back up to the boy’s neck. Occasionally he would nip at the skin, but never too hard. When he felt it to be appropriate, which happened to be like a minute after the boy last spoke, the index fingers of the boy’s hands that were on the other’s hips slipped underneath the waistband. He was slow, hesitant, as he did it. His heart was pounding so hard against his chest that he was positive if the whole could hear it. This was all something new, in at least one sense. No, Nate wasn’t unfamiliar with sex or fucking. But something deep down inside of him might say that this was something different. Something… he wasn’t even sure.

His lips pressed themselves against the others by the time his fingers had gotten down as far they would get with the underwear attached. But it was enough for now. Running his tongue along the boy’s bottom lip, one of his hands reached in between the boy’s legs, almost teasingly running his finger tips along the younger’s length. No, he was definitely not unfamiliar with the concept of all of this. (To be honest, he actually preferred males), it was just the Zephyr part he wasn’t familiar with. He wanted to make the boy happy, to please him. But he wasn’t sure what exactly to do. He didn’t know what the boy would like, and what he wouldn’t. Maybe he was just being too cautious, but he didn’t want to disappoint.

Maybe he should just take a chance?

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TAG zephyr
STATUS done
OUTFIT hisfckinghips
WORDS 799
CREDITS mememeandtheacademyis
NOTES he's an idiot. maybe.

[zephyr drew clayton]

Having to wait for the perfect moment in your life could be very dull. Well, in this case, it wasn’t really dull but it was still hard for Zeph. He wanted to stop having to be so cautious for once and just let things slip by. His tongue ran over his dry lips to dampen the plush surface. For once, he just wanted to be able to get what he wanted without there being any kind of punishment for it. His teeth grabbed at his lower lip when he felt his friend nod into his neck. He felt the teeth before he could actually register what Nate was doing. When it all clicked in his head, he gasped. The pain wasn’t as strong as the pleasure. The bit of lustful affection on his body was a wonderful feeling. Though Zephyr swore that he was going to break the skin with the harder his teeth pushed in, he didn’t complain. It felt amazing to him and that was all he cared about right now. The had that was wrapped around his friends erection tightened at the teasing feeling that was drifting through him.

Zeph could feel the finger sizing down his length. A simple whimper rushed from his lips as a sign for him begging for more. He closed his eyes and squirmed under Nate. His hand tightened and stroked the hardened skin with a quicker pace. Of course, he didn’t want to make Nate reach his climax before they had a chance to really get to sex, but then again, he could go another round couldn’t he? Zephyr didn’t know Nathanial’s sexual life; he didn’t want to. But he did remember from all those years. The hugs and embraces that always felt a little too safe and a little too welcoming. Of course, he never suspected anything of it. Nate had always been the comfort zone for him. He’d allow him to touch his body in any way that he wanted to. Still, he wished what they were doing right now was in a different place. He could see how it could of worked out if Nate had stayed behind and just went to college in Chicago.

They would be on Nate’s bed. Another night spent together after a bad night at home. He’d be all fixed up and cuddled up in the clothes that he had over at Nate’s house. The comfort of his room make Zephyr completely calm; even when he saw Nate coming out of the bathroom shirt less and pant less. It was normal for them to sleep together in just boxers in the summer. This would be spring, but it was still normal to Zeph. He would smile as Nate came to lay next to him. They’d share a few intimate glances and maybe a little cuddling before one of them would lean in and seal their lips together. Things would get to the point where they were both yearning for the touches on their bodies. Zephyr could have been Nate’s first. They could of taught each other together. But the night when Nate had lost his virginity, Zeph had been busy cleaning up the mess of broken glass in the kitchen. The shards had cut into his hands and knees; leaving him bleeding.

A wince made his muscles tighten. It was easily passed as his body tightening for the pleasure he was about to receive, which was a good thing. He didn’t want Nate thinking that he was flinching away at something he was doing. Zeph finally went back to getting their clothing fully removed. Now, all that was left was Nate’s boxers. His hand continued to stroke the erection; letting his thumb trace over the head while the other hand dragged the elastic band down. He swallowed nervously and edged the rest of the clothing down with his foot. He could feel it; skin on skin. It made him crave more. The wild, uncontrollable part of him that he’d never seen before took over then. His hand moved away from rubbing on Nate; fixing back on his hip. Zeph latched their lips together and pulled the lower lip of the other into his mouth. His tongue toyed with it as his finger nails clawed their way at Nate’s hips. He wanted this so badly, and he wanted it now.

With a quiet growl that shifted into a whimper, he pulled his lips back some. They were still resting on Nathanial’s, but where far enough away for him to speak. “Nate. I need this. I need you. Ple-ease,” His voice was borderline desperation. He had to have this. If he didn’t get it, it’d break him down and make him feel like he was… well, that he wasn’t good enough. His eyes opened, peering up at his friend. But he wanted more than that; he always had. Could this bring him closer? Could it make them bloom into what they were supposed to be? Or would it make them fall apart and break away like none of this had ever happened? He didn’t want to think about what it would do. All he knew was that the person he was in love with was hovering over his body. Always so caring. Always so polite. He let their lips meet again, pushing his tongue forward to explore the other’s mouth. Yes. He was so close.

So close to his perfection.

When everything went away.

When he was finally at peace.

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STATUS finished.
WORDS 915 words.
NOTES jeez nate. give him sex already.

[nathaniel spencer harlow]

PLAYING A ROLE AS SOMETHING DIFFERENT to every single person in his life had always been a difficult task for him. The lover, the friend, the comforter. It was almost a stage, a movie for some higher power, or person. But, it wasn’t like Nathaniel was an actor of any kind. Okay, maybe he was. He jumbled words together with actions. He always played that he was good enough for anything. He tried too hard. And it was often for the wrong reasons. But he just wanted to be the one who people liked, the one that everyone knew. It was harder to accomplish than he would have expected, but he still tried way too hard.

Even though he was always the most comfortable around Zephyr, he still tried. The boy lacked so much, and Nate wanted to make it up to him. Prove to the boy that he was important and that he was something, something more than even Nate could describe. And Nate was s cared of that. He didn’t like the knowledge of that he couldn’t figure out something. What the younger boy had been to him was an example of this. Nate had absolutely no idea, and he still wasn’t sure even when the boy was lying underneath him, touching him.

Now, he may have imagined their reunion, but he wasn’t complaining. And it was too late to turn back now. He was too far in this, they were too far in this. But he wanted this. And it would appear that the other wanted it too. Was there really anyway that they could just stop this now? Would it actually be physically possible to?

A moan slipped through his lips, slightly louder than the last when the other's grasp on him tightened. If that lasted much longer, he might have ended quicker than he would have liked it too. No he would never admit to lasting long ever. Even after the amount of times he had had sex. He was just average. That was all he ever would be. Sure, his cockiness might make himself claim that he was a sex god. Inside that big head of his, he was nothing special. But he was grateful (sort of) that the boy had stopped and went to removing the rest of his clothes. At this time, it was his hand that grasped onto the other., having teasingly moving up and down. Or maybe it should be testing. He was becoming acquainted with a new body, one that belonged to someone he cared about. And he wanted to know what pleased him.

Nate moaned softly against the other’s lips of the full contact of skin on skin, his hand still working on Zephyr. At least for the amount of time it was before the boy spoke again. He paused for a moment, taking the time to pressed his lips gently against the others once more and bringing his hand up and down a few more times before pulling away just a bit. “Okay,” he whispered, attempting to keep his voice calm. And he though he succeed. Maybe.

Unwillingly, he moved his body away from the others. Though, the first few years of college life might accuse him of not being the most... responsible sexual being, he had learned. So, pulling away from his friend, he leaned the short distance to his nightstand to gather the necessary “materials.” Or, a small tube of lubricate and a condom. Nate took a deep breath before moving back into place. His dark brown eyes looked at the boy, studying him, staring at him.

No matter what, the boy would always be beautiful to him.

If it had been the top thing on his mind, Nate would have been amazed by how nervous he was. But... who could blame him? This was his best friend after all. The boy who probably knew him better than anyone else did. And really, he felt like it was his first time all over again. But this time it was with someone more important to him, more special. He couldn't afford to mess this up. Though.. messing things up was something that plagued him. If we haven't been over that yet.

“This.. this might hurt,” he cautioned the boy, already regretting any pain that might come from it. One thing that Nate never did want was to hurt him. But he already knew that he had failed that so long ago. But he wanted to make that up, he wanted to make everything all right between them. Even if the boy wouldn't accept it, he just wanted his best friend.

His hand slid down Zephyr's thigh, before moving up and between his legs, rubbing his hand against the boy. Only a few times though before he took the hand away and coated a few of his fingers with the cold substance from the bottle. He could do this. After all, he had done it so many times before. Why should now be any different? It shouldn't. Nate's hand led down between the boy's legs, putting a light pressure against the entrance. Gulping, he slid the finger inside the boy. The whole time, he kept his eyes connected to the younger boy's. Soon, he inserted another finger and pressed his lips against Zephyr's neck, leading his way up.

Yeah, he really did want to make this perfect for the other. As perfect as he could. The boy deserved it.

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TAG zephyr
STATUS done
OUTFIT hisfckinghips
WORDS 915
CREDITS mememeandtheacademyis
NOTES they're cute. ilovethem.

[zephyr drew clayton]

It wasn’t as if Zephyr was experienced enough to pick out Nate’s mistakes. Besides, he wouldn’t count them as mistakes. As far back as their history went, he had only recorded one mistake that his friend had ever made. Maybe it wasn’t a mistake now that he realized where Nate was and what he was doing, but back then, leaving him had seemed like the biggest mistake he had seen someone do. For Zephyr, this was more than just a sudden get together. It was their lives falling back into the places where they needed to be. If they would of just waited another year, he was positive that this would of already passed them and they would be in a… in a what? Relationship? How could he really think that? Nate had always deserved more. He didn’t need something to lag him down as Zephyr did. The constant fear and unwillingness to live had always clung to Zephyr like a second skin. Nate deserved someone that was willing to see the future and be optimistic about where it was going. Not someone who knew when their time would be up.

Just the mere thought of how useless he was made Zephyr suddenly feel like this shouldn’t be happening. It should be someone else; someone better here underneath Nate. He didn’t deserve this kind of treatment because he should of always just been the kid next door. Not the best friend that fell in love with that friend. Oh, this was all so unfair. His thoughts were scrambled between the want and the need for this and then the discomfort and the knowingness of how worthless he was. Zephyr exhaled with a shaky breath, unsure of his current situation. What could he do? All of a sudden just scream stop and then run away? But that’s what he always did. He just ran away from his problems until they built up strong enough to trample him and leave him bruised with the should have been and the could have been. No. Not this time. He was going to accept the caring treatment; just this one, and feel like he was loved by someone. Even if those feelings weren’t true, he’d lie to himself and say that Nate did love him back.

Hearing the moan exit from Nathanial’s lips gave him a boost in confidence. He was causing the pleasure; something he thought he’d never be able to do. With a small smile spread over his lips, he took the time to press his face closer toward Nate’s. He inhaled deeply, instantly recognizing the cologne that clung to his friend’s skin. It had never changed. The deep scent had been lodged into his memory from how many times he had gotten to get close to Nate. Remembering it now made him feel a little more secure with this. It wasn’t wrong. It was right. They were meant to be together; that’s what he told himself. But his thoughts all too soon went away. They clouded over the second Nate’s hand wrapped around his length. A deep, low moan rushed from the back of his throat. It echoed in his ears, seeming to ring out the pleasure he was suddenly coated in. Zephyr’s plea; having finally gotten through to Nate, only made that warmth go away. The second Nate’s body was gone from hovering over his, a chill covered his skin.

Zephyr’s lips part to release a whimper from his lips. For him, Nate was taking too long to get back. The moment his friend returned, Zeph leaned up to capture his lips and spread that kindle of sparks over his body once again. His body fell back against the sheets; having pulled the blankets over him to cure the chill while Nate had been gone. The soft caramel coloring that filled his iris’ stared back up at Nate, matching his expression. It was unexplainable as to why his heart all of a sudden jumped into a quick, up beat rhythm. Maybe it was the fact that they were getting closer and closer to the point where he knew he was going to be binned to Nate for the ump most reasons. He could hear the caution spreading in his voice and Zeph knew why it was there. Pain. That had always been something that scared Nate. Not pain itself, but hurting Zephyr. Every time he would be fixing Zephyr up from some cut or bruise, he’d always feel bad the moment the younger boy would wince. Now, that didn’t matter to Zeph.

His chin dipped down in a curt nod, not wanting to blow the small confidence he had gained. "You could never hurt me," he breathed, smiling softly up at Nate. He knew there would be pain. There was always something hurtful before the good things came. His upper row of pearly teeth clung onto the soft flesh of his lower lip as a soft of security blanket. He lay waiting, unknowing to what was coming next. The warmth of Nate’s had was unexpected, even if it was just a short contact. Zephyr made a noise of approval from the touch before it was gone. His eyes fell closed and his body rested farther against the sheets. He moved his arms up and wrapped them around his friend’s neck to keep their bodies close. The first pressure and then the entrance hardly made him flinch. It was more of a numbing feeling than pain. The introduction to the second finger was the first real pain he felt. Zeph’s stomach muscles clenched some and he drug his knee up and off the sheets. A soft exhale pushed from his lips in acceptance.

After the few moment had passed and the pressure of Nate’s lips against his neck had brought him more comfort, Zephyr was sure he was ready for this. His hips leaned back some, pressing Nate farther against his entrance. With his lips already being parted, the sound of his soft moan came as another echoed sound into his friend’s dorm room. Zeph opened his eyes, peering up at Nathanial with a reassuring smile spreading on his lips. He was okay. Of course he was okay. Nate would never hurt him, from now on at least. Leaning up, Zeph caught the other’s lips with his own, pressing into the kiss with encouragement for more.


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STATUS finished.
WORDS 1,052 words.
NOTES he's bipolar. i swear.

[nathaniel spencer harlow]

THERE WAS A FINE LINE BETWEEN appropriate and inappropriate. And Nate was one of those people who danced along it. Sometimes, he would get that very necessary slap in the face. Others he would get greeted, and moved to pursue further on. Most days of this boy’s life consisted of his teasing, taunting, dangling that fine line until something reacted. Most time than not, he really expected that slap.

Even now as he lied on top of the younger boy, listening to what he wanted him to do, he was still waiting for that slap. He didn’t want to do anything the boy didn’t want him to do. And he felt like he, they, had crossed that line so far ago. Almost like they shouldn’t do this. That it would ruin everything. Or maybe it really would bring them close. Maybe Nate just had to be less negative about this. This would get a good thing. It would be good for them and their live… with whatever they ended up as. Maybe Nate would grow the balls to actually commit. Or try to. Perhaps Nate could change into something better for his friend. Maybe, just maybe.

Or he could just be thinking too far ahead of himself.

He kissed the boy back, or tried to. Most of his focus was on making sure that he was doing this properly. Even after the boy had let out a small moan, he still felt like he was doing something wrong. Yeah, Nate was often a perfectionist. Though you could highly doubt that by the looks of his very messy room. Cleaning was not one of Nate’s specialties. But that doesn’t really matter now does it?

Carefully separating his fingers inside of the boy, his free hand grabbed the other boy’s member and stroked it as he worked. He kept that up for a few moments before bringing his fingers back together and slowly insisting a final one in. Even though the boy had said that Nate would never hurt him, he knew it was a lie. It had to be a lie. After all, he wasn’t all that good for anything other than bringing on pain. Sure, he might have always played a hero in some people’s lives. People like his sisters, his mother… Zephyr. But he had hurt the boy when he left. He had hurt his family when he said that he was staying down in Vegas.

He hurt the ones he loved the most because he was too selfish to deal with his feelings. But here he was. With the boy he had sort of, somewhat, maybe, possibly loved. It was something he might never admit, but on the inside he knew that it would always be there. So what was he doing now? Something that actually mattered, something of importance, or just another fuck session. He just… he had to let these feelings show somehow. And even with this not being the best way to actually express it, it was better for him. Without words. The word “love” wasn’t something that slipped through Nathaniel Harlow’s lips.

Soon after inserting the final finger, he curled them every now and then, changed their angle, searching for that one spot that would make the pain feel less dominate. And he was more determined to find it than he had been with anyone else. Nate was just a little weird at times. He was a little off, a little crazy, a little deformed. But most of the time he had the best intentions. Especially when it came to his best friend. He wanted the best for his friend. Honestly, he would probably try to give him the world and on pretty little string.

His mind might have been on a little high at that moment, a barely there buzz still. He’d been feeling the hangover later that was for sure. All that really mattered now was the feeling of the boy against him, the noises the boy made. They were… they were beautiful. Just the like the boy. But why would he expect anything else? Battered, bruised and scared, the boy had always radiated over everything else. And despite their differences in so many aspects, Nate envied the boy just a little bit. He had always been stronger than he was, even when he ran away from his problem source. Zephyr had never let that stop him though, or that’s how it appeared in his eyes. And he just wished that he could like that. That he could stay around and work throughout everything. But no… he ran and never returned. He avoided everything.

But him and Zephyr… it was unavoidable.

With one final kiss he pulled himself away from the boy, breathing almost a bit too heavily and heart beating just a bit too hard. In his mind, he knew that this is really what his first time should have been. With him and not just some random girl he paid. But he had been so, so desperate.

Slowly, he pulled the fingers out of the boy and grabbed the condom wrapper. This was really going to happen. It was really fucking happening. A nervous sigh passed through his lips as he sat up just a bit and removed the piece of rubber from its wrapper. His heart was still beating way too hard and fast for it to be normal, but he tried to shake all his nerves away. Slipping the condom onto himself, he looked at the boy lying down in front of him. He could do this, he told himself, he could do it.

“R-ready?” he asked, shaking, nervous, as he lowered himself down to be almost level with him. His dark brown eyes looked down into the other’s more hazel ones through their half opened lids as he put themselves into a proper position., aligning himself.

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OUTFIT hisfckinghips
WORDS 979
CREDITS mememeandtheacademyis
NOTES fastest post to come out of me.
cherish it. mk?.

[zephyr drew clayton]

Age was just a number. It was the set number for a person for each year that you seemingly got older. But age couldn’t set the maturity of your thoughts; your actions. What they were about to commit to didn’t have a number on it. Wither it was supposed to happen two years ago or years from now, it didn’t matter. Zephyr was with the person that he wanted the spend the rest of his life with. To him, what time or place he was didn’t matter. He was with Nate and he felt safe. The boy had always had a way of making him feel that way. It could have been one of the worse nights over at his house and the moment he was wrapped into Nathanial’s arms, everything would be okay. There could be a broken bone or a bloody arm, but everything would still be okay. It was because the second he felt those all too familiar fingertips on his skin, he was instantly comforted. He was with the person that could never hurt him.

The wounds all seemed to heal after a while, just like the one Nate had caused when he left. This was making up for Zeph and him. Their friendship being restored into something that could become beautiful. His soft chestnut eyes peered up toward the outline of Nate’s face. He swallowed back the air that was filtering into his mouth since it was parted for him to breath. Breathing was supposed to be easy. Now, it seemed like he needed to take a special class on it for him to be able to do it, let alone do it right. A soft, shaky smile replaced the slender curve of his natural pouty lips. He wanted this to make them more than friends. All those years of the promises that they’d always be tied to each other; no matter where they were. He wanted to be able to have someone ask who he was with and be able to proudly say he was married to Nate. Okay. So that was pushing it really far, but it was his dream. The number one on his list of things to do in his life time.

Zephyr wasn’t brave. If anything, he was a coward. Sure, when it came to expressing feelings, he got around to it. But he had become a perfectionist at the art of hiding those feelings. After this, he didn’t know how he was not supposed to tell Nate that he was in love with him. It’d ruin things; scare him away. Then, all of his hopes to tie things into a tighter knot with Nate would be ruined. The string would be cut too short and he would go back to Chicago empty and broken. Just like how he had left. Zephyr knew it would be coming. It would just slip out one of these times and then he would be left with an un-expecting Nate who wouldn’t know what to say back. Yeah. He could see the outcome now.

Biting his lower lip when the third finger was pressed into his entrance, a soft noise of discomfort slipped from his lips. But the deeper he pressed; the farther the pain became nonexistent. The heat continued burning this time when Nate pulled away. He knew what was happening; what was about to happen. Zephyr swallowed on his dry throat, panting with a higher pace. His eyes trailed over Nathanial’s body; realizing just how much he really had missed. His tongue ran over his dry lips while his head dipped down some while he scooted farther back on the bed. His breath began the fast pace, reaching past the normal extended tempo for his hitched breathing. His eyes laced over Nate’s body just one more time, finding it hard to believe that he was finally getting this. All of those years of the useless wanting. He had told himself that he would never be good enough.

But the sad thing was, Zephyr still felt that way. Honestly what would happen after this? He couldn’t be sure, but he knew his time limit. A month and three weeks before all the money was gone. Then way? He’d be the one leaving Nate then. But his confession would come first. He had grown to love his best friend and he couldn’t walk back out of his life without Nate knowing that. So, as he was asked if he was ready for his, he took the real time; a few seconds of clarity, to make sure this was right. And it was.

“Yes.”

The breath pushed from his lips, signing over his heart to it’s rightful owner.


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STATUS finished.
WORDS 784 words.
NOTES i fail. but it's cute =3 i hope

[nathaniel spencer harlow]

SHAKING JUST A LITTLE BIT, HIS breathing slowed as he watched his favorite little wet dream was coming true. Pathetic, just a little bit, but Nate was satisfied with everything. Worried, yet, but still content. OF course the boy didn’t want to make his life complicated, but that’s just what happened. Most of his actions lead to his life being a huge dramatic mess. Mother-related reasons aside, Nathaniel never gave his heart away in fear of his own damn self-destruction. Nate would be the death of himself; he had come up with that conclusion a long time ago. But he couldn’t help but admit he’ll never have true happiness. He didn’t deserve it after the pain he had caused to everyone. And he really didn’t deserve this, what was going on now, this boy. But who was he to say no to him.

It was slow, and gentle, as he pushed himself forward. A shaky hand held onto the boy’s hip as the other held onto himself until he was in far enough to let go. That was the hand that had moved up and pushed back the hair that was lying on the boy’s face, to look at him without any coverings. Well, look at him with how he could manage through his slowly closing eyes. This was what he had wanted, for so long, and it did just feel… right. Like their bodies were supposed to be together like this.

Together, they were more complex than normality would like. But they were what they were. Nate could accept that, or try to. But he did want so, so much. Most of it was already clear in his head that he would never get it. If Zephyr happened to be one of those things.. then.. well… he could continue on faking it, right? Continue on like there was never anything between him and the other boy. Just like he had almost been for the past two years. Now, it wasn’t that he was pretended that he hadn’t known him, or had feelings for him. It was just the mere concept of attempting to not think about it. But the boy’s face still haunted his mind, featured himself as the star of most of his dreams.

In other words, no matter what Nate did, he could never forget about the boy. He could try his hardest, but he could never do it. He’d feel too guilty, too selfish. And he’d also feel like he was missing something. As over used and clichéd as it was, after he ran off, he felt like something was missing. Something he couldn’t quiet pinpoint what it was. Not until now at least. Seeing the boy, knowing that it was him, brought back so much back. Feelings, memories, and that part that was missing. He knew that’s what it had to be. That, or he really was losing his mind.

His full rose-color lips pressed onto the other’s, leaning down as he continued to push himself in. Just leaving small, gentles kisses. Would it be cliché to say that this felt amazing? Or perfect? Or have we already crossed that line? Hell, it didn’t matter. That’s what Nate’s impression of it was. The hand that had moved the hair was now resting on the boy’s neck, finger times grazing over the hair. All his actions, slight movements were soft, gentle, caring, loving. He wanted to make this pleasant for the boy, so it would be less hard to get adjusted to. Yeah, one thing not many people know about him was that he could sometimes care too much. Like he did with Zephyr.

But was it weird to say that he was just a little bit dependent on people? Twenty-one years old and he really couldn’t survive on his own. He needed the knowledge that there was someone else there. Or if there was just someone that needed him. Nate didn’t want to feel worthless, just another object in the world. He didn’t think his mind would be able to handle his life if there was no one out there who felt the need of his presence. And maybe that was one of the things he had been drawn to Zephyr in the first place. Not to sound like a complete ass or anything, of course. But their friendship had escalated into something that Nate had never thought he’d ever experience. It didn’t change his mind though did it? He still fucking ran, still fucking screwed everything up.

No, Nate wasn’t the most positive person, and he really did tend to dwell on the past more than anything. Especially these certain parts. The ones with him and the boy, the ones with them just lying in his bed, the ones with him bandaging the boy up, the ones where it was him that needed the help. They had a mutual connection, a mutual neediness. At least, that’s what Nate liked to think. To make to seem like he wasn’t so desperate.

His hips stopped moving when he was in as far as he could, resting there for allow for the other to adjust before making him move again. Even if it was something like there, he hated to know that he was putting pain into the other, it hurt him, crushed him, but he would make it up to him. His lips continued to give him the soft, slow kisses, his hand still playing with his hair just a little bit. It was one of those moments where he wished he could get those little words to slip past his lips. Even if the timing was inappropriate, he would have been a victory for him to say it. And an attempted bonus for him trying to make things up with the younger boy.

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OUTFIT hisfckinghips
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CREDITS mememeandtheacademyis
NOTES <3. i rambled a lot about nothing.

[zephyr drew clayton]

Dependency. Everyone had it in their daily life style. Whether you were some homeless person on the street or a college student just as Zephyr and Nate. Everyone focused on one singular thing that they needed in there life. They didn’t all have to want to admit they needed that one thing, but they knew that when it was in reach, they couldn’t deny themselves to have that one thing. For Zeph, the one thing he needed in his life was Nathanial. Those two years he had spent by himself hadn’t been living. It was getting by with the memories he had to last a life time when there wasn’t anyone there to comfort him; to tell him that it would all be okay in the morning. Some how, Zephyr needed to have Nate in his life. Even if that meant strained visits over a long period of time or never seeing him in the flesh again, he’d still find a way for him to get that one thing he needed most. Photographs; they covered his walls and his bedside table. The few times they had been together when things weren’t bad. That was when those rare little moments when Zeph’s life had actually really felt okay.

Zephyr didn’t have to be number one in Nate’s life. He could be okay with a more backstage position, even when he would want so much more. He could handle watching someone take the place he thought he belonged, so long as his friend was happy. Maybe that way, it’d be easier to numb to pain of forever being a unit of just himself. Zephyr had tried. Sure he had. For those middle months after Nate had left, he’d tried to find another friend that could maybe, just maybe, help him once in a while. Months passed and when he didn’t find anyone he felt he could trust with his whole life story, he gave up looking. But how could he try and replace Nathanial? Ever since he was a young boy, the other was the one that kept his secrets; hugged him when he wanted to cry. There would never be anyone able to replace Nate. Their time together was the most valued thing to Zephyr. He didn’t really realize how much his life revolved around Nate until there wasn’t anyone to revolve around anymore. His oxygen supply was back now; hovering over his body.

The same thing that gave him the air he breathed knew very well how to take it away as well. His pale, spider like hands wrapped around the sheets. The smooth fabric fell willingly to his tight grasp. Zeph knew the pain wouldn’t last for long. Just the thought of Nate being over him; being so gentle, made it all seem a little more bearable. His breathing had slowed and his heart was moving at a more gingerly pace. No, it wasn’t that he wasn’t pleased with their actions; but the fact that he was finally getting what he had wanted for so long. It all seemed like too much to be able to… make love with Nate and be accepted back into his life in all one day. But it had happened; was happening. The more moments that passed, the better his body began to feel. It grew used to the new position he was being forced into and soon enough; he’d welcome it. The air being pushed from his lungs slid out his throat easily before his lips were pressurized by Nate’s. The gentle and caring-ness of his caressing touch made Zephyr’s pulse feel as though it was stopping.

His hand loosened on the sheets now, feeling more at ease with himself and the boy above him. Zephyr pressed back with the softest of pressures into the kiss. This did feel perfect to him. There was nothing else that could replace this moment. His body tangled with Nathanial’s; their lips mingling together in a kiss he knew they could not share with anyone else, and most of all, their love being spread for one another. The way his heart was just swelling with the affection he felt for his friend should be made illegal. With the farther and farther Nate pressed into him, the more willing his body was to bend for him. Zephyr drug his knee up and allowed it to lock around the other’s waist. His heel gently pressed against Nate’s thigh to lock his body under his. Next, Zephyr’s hand slid up his friend’s chest; slipping onto his shoulder and then to cupping his neck while his lips tenderly pressed back into the kiss with a little more passion than before. This was their moment. The time when nothing bad that had happened between them in their past mattered. Now, it was just the two of them; reconstructing what was meant to be built a while ago.

As the time ticked away, pushing more and more time into their construction of reconnecting, the closer and closer Zephyr got to having to tell Nate goodbye again. He could feel the tug on his heart; how much it would hurt him so to have to be the one to cause pain. But Zeph couldn’t be like Nate. He couldn’t just leave. He had to get to his goodbye; the little last hug that wasn’t supposed to mean anything, even if he knew it would. He couldn’t just go without Nate’s face being that last one he saw. He tried his best to avoid clinging onto Nate like he would be leaving in the next five minutes. He still had a little time and he sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin this. No. He couldn’t ruin their perfect moment together. Zephyr shifted his leg to get a better hold on the boy’s body. The friction that was rubbing between them was enough to send the energy through him; a different feeling from one he had ever felt before. He’d been so tangled up in their actions that he hadn’t noticed his lungs had started to lack the oxygen he had been forgetting to inhale. He sucked in a breath and took the short time of when their lips where apart to speak.

“You’re amazing,” he panted out, shifting his hips farther down onto Nate. A quiet moan slipped from his lips, showing his thanks. His lips closed for a moment to swallow back on his dry throat. Zephyr peeked his eyes open to look up at his best friend. After seeing Nate’s eyes were closed, his closed as well, not wanting to ruin anything. But he wanted to say them. Those string of words that could mean so much and affect so much. He could feel them at the tip of his tongue, ready to spring from his lips. Zephyr pressed into a kiss, holding it there by lifting his head to lean into Nate’s body with eagerness that was easily balanced with the passion and tenderness his body felt. “I-I think,” he paused. He didn’t think he was in love with Nate. He knew he was in love with him. And no matter the situation, he couldn’t lie to Nate. So, instead of continuing, he just pressed into another kiss and rocked his hips back onto him again in asking for him to start again.


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STATUS finished.
WORDS 1,223 words.
NOTES I LOVE THIS POST !! <333

[nathaniel spencer harlow]

AT THE AGE OF TWENTY ONE, it was surprising that Nate didn’t like the age. Sure, he was officially legal to do what he wanted. Almost at least. There was still that law against the pot smoking. But it wasn’t like he didn’t do it that much anyway. The reason why Nate didn’t like the age, the fact that he was growing older, was because he felt like he had to be responsible. So many things were expected of him, and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to fulfill all of them. Try as he might, he knew he’d never win. It was the way his life worked. Nathaniel Spencer Harlow could never have what he wanted. A proper family, a good life, the perfect boyfriend (or girlfriend in his case). And you know, he couldn’t really marry who he wanted. A majority of the states didn’t allow gay marriage. But that could have been a little beneficial on his part at least. Knowing him, he would have woken up after a drunken night and found himself married to some random guy he didn’t know.

He was in a good state of mind though, when his body was over the others. He saw no reason for him to be thinking negatively. For once, something good was happening. But he wasn’t going to completely celebrate it. Because, really, good was always followed by bad, and bad always followed good. It was an endless cause and effect circle that just continued on and on and on. Now, he didn’t really consider himself all that much of a pessimist. Even if most of his thoughts had turned negative. But how could he be all happy go lucky when things turned against him? Life was never perfect, never held any of the promises it was said to keep. There was always something in the way of his desire. AT one point he came close to not even trying anymore. But he stopped himself. He stopped himself from taking the razor to his skin, from taking the pills to his lips. There had to be something good in this life, something worth being here for.

To be honest, the only way Nate had stopped himself was by thinking about Zephyr. In his mind, the boy was always alive. He refused to allow himself to think that the boy had died in his absence. Besides, even if the boy did really die, he would have been informed… right? His family would tell him. They had to. But he never heard a word from them, so the little fantasy of Zephyr still living, and maybe working the courage to go against his father made himself feel better about himself. Yes, he still felt like shit through it, hell, he still did.

Now in this moment, their moment, he couldn’t help but momentarily think of what life would have been like if things were different. If he stayed, or if they never ran into each other. Nate was scared, and perfectly happily with their reunion. But this situation, the position they were in. It was familiar, yet foreign. It was different from all the other encounters he had had with other people. This wasn’t just a random fuck in the back of a car, in a club’s bathroom. This wasn’t something to do because they were drunk and bored. No. This… this actually meant something. Nate knew it did. He could feel it. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.

A small, gentle smile formed on his lips at the boy’s comment. Sure. He could put on his cocky façade, and agree as if he already knew it. If it had been anyone else he would have. It would have ruined this, and been oh so inappropriate. He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin this with something stupid. So instead, he just smiled and allowed to normalize while it could. His partly opened eyes looked down at the younger one below him. And yeah, he was still thinking that this was too good to be true. And he still wasn’t complaining about that though. Even if this all just turned out to be a dream in the end, (yeah, he it would really suck and he would hate his mind) he wouldn’t mind it. At least now he was sure of maybe more than a few things.

His dreams could never capture what he was feeling though: the emotions, the pleasure, any of it.

The boy’s words caught his attention again, but this time he didn’t finish talking. And Nate would have pressed the boy to continue, but his lips were occupied with the others. And, well, he wasn’t planning on stopping that. Moving his hops back out (as he assumed that’s that the boy’s hip action was about), he moved at just the same pace as going in. Careful, gentle. The friction, the tightness around him, caused a small moan to slip through his lips as he parted them slightly against the others. His tongue brushing against Zephyr’s bottom lip not too long afterward.

The hand that had been on the other’s hip slid across the boy’s skin to between their bodies. His fingers danced along the boy’s length once again, leaving teasing touches before he grabbed onto it again as he started pushing forward again.

This was perfect, absolutely perfect, and just so much better than any of his dreams had ever pictured it to be.

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TAG zephyr
STATUS done
OUTFIT hisfckinghips
WORDS 912
CREDITS mememeandtheacademyis
NOTES this was supposed to be up this morning.
but i fell asleep writing it last night. .

[zephyr drew clayton]

You could claim you were afraid of commitment. Or, you could choose to do what most did and keep it hidden that you disliked the thought of being stationed at one person’s side. Zephyr had never been a people person. During his high school years, he had grown up with a best friend, and then acquaintances. In his view of life, he didn’t need to get close to anyone else. It seemed like it just caused more problems when you knew a lot of people. Besides, why try and meet other people when you were perfectly content with who you were already where with? He didn’t need other people that depended on him to make plans; to have a part in their lives. But in that kind of sense, it made you feel just about useless when that person you cared about the most was suddenly gone. It was story book stuff. The prince left his popper behind to the hard life of a non-royal peasant. But this wasn’t a fairy tale, nor did Zephyr want it to be. Sure, a happily ever after Nate would be the loveliest thing to happen in his life, but those characters in fairy tales? They weren’t real.

Anyone could live a dream, but without the struggle, life would seem meaningless. Sooner or later you would get bored with having to be the one everyone swooned over; the one that everyone wanted to be. Zephyr was glad he had always been part of the background. He’d fade away with the others like him and chip away with age. There was only one person he knew that could make him feel as if he deserved a leading role in the high position. Nate knew how to put Zephyr on the top of his world. The time they spent together was normally filled with a smile or a feeling of contentment. He really couldn’t ask for much more. They were all grown up now and their lives were taking them in different directions. Farther more, he could see his life lacking the supply of his breathing material. He’d have to find something different that gave him just enough air not to suffocate. Giving in to suicide was something he was sure to regret. He refused to play god for a few minutes just to pick the time when his life would be drained from it’s full existence.

The way the sheets happened to tangle around their bodies in effort to keep the warmth in and the draft of cold out made Zephyr feel safe again. It wasn’t just the temperature, but the feelings of regret and unknowing for their future. He had zoned himself into the present and it’s actions only. But in doing this, he felt everything more than he did before. The soft roll of Nate’s sweet breath against his skin now felt like the pressure of a storm gust pushing him down into the comfortable surface of the mattress. The fingertips ghosting against his cheek after shifting through the vibrant chestnut strands collecting on his head; Nate’s very presents. It was all there. No matter how small the touch was, his body reacted in ways he didn’t know it could. Zephyr was unfamiliar with all of this. So, the drumming of his heart against his chest scared him a bit. If he’d known he’d react so hyper-actively, maybe he would of enjoyed the slowness of Nate’s beginning. All of that changed though once the movement of his hips started again. A soft groan pressed from his lips and his head pushed into the sheets to suck in a much needed breath.

Pleasure was felt differently for everyone. In this sense, it was brought on not only by the other’s actions, but from how caring he was. Zephyr knew that anyone else would have been rough and probably would of made his first experiment with this turn into something he would regret in the end. At least this way his body had time to collect and move in the ways it needed to in order to work correctly against Nate’s. But the chemistry had always been there. They just needed to find the right mix for everything to work out. Hearing the moan spread from Nathanial’s throat triggered a jolt of excitement from him. He always felt proud and accomplished when he was able to get that kind of noise from Nate, even if he’d only been trying in the past twenty minutes. With the younger boy’s hips sliding back into Nate to meet with his own, the pleasure increased immensely. His breathing hitched yet again but for a different reason. The oxygen wasn’t there for him to breath anymore. His head was beating so fast that the slow pace he was inhaling wasn’t enough for his body.

Even with his lungs screaming for more air, a moan slipped from the partially parted slit in his lips. It echoed out into the room; louder than the one before. Such sounds were foreign to him, but they were so easy to make with this happening to him. It was like a natural thing for him to do, even if this was his first time. The muscles that aligned his thigh clenched to drag it farther up Nate’s body. It then rested at the small of his body to help drive his hips into Zephyr. He was getting used to it and was started to crave for more. The touch of his friend’s tongue against his lip caused a shiver to race down his spinal cord. Zephyr started acting without thinking. His own tongue pushed forward to move against the other’s, committing the taste between them. But he could hold his lips in a solid place for long. The touch of the finger tips against his length made him freeze. Every muscle tensing in anticipation for what would be brought to him next. With the hand finally wrapped arm his pulsing erection, the boy couldn’t hold back the moan. The words strangled their way into the sound. “Ohh, Nate,” he groaned into his lips, jerking his hips upward with instinct.

Everything started moving at the same time, only increasing the pleasure. But Zephyr welcomed it. He wanted to feel that moment when he was truly lost of all control. When he gave his body over in the best way he knew how. His fingertips lifted to claw into the soft skin on his lover’sfriend’s shoulder.

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STATUS finished.
WORDS 1,079 words.
NOTES aww.