Nice sat on his bed and turned to the portrait.
"Had a long day today right?" The old man asked.
"A bit. What is wrong with your great grandkid?" He asked as he pulled off his socks and trousers wrapping round himself a towel and walked to the electric kettle. One was delivered in each room as per the season.
"He kinda likes you."
"If I'm not wrong you said that some day ago. Plus who states love on someone's behalf?" He stated and turned back to that kettle. The water had boiled.
"It's raining outside."
"That isn't my shit." He responded as he picked the kettle and held his cup in air. He begun pouring bit by bit. Then the door opened. There he was. Dylan. His hair a bit shinny from the pour and all wet giving him a more handsome look. His white shirt clung to him revealing his perfectly built body. Nice turned with a stair forgetting whatever he was doing. Then a hot splash landed on his foot reviving him from his daydream. It's not that he didn't like him it's just that the time wasn't right.
"Damn!" He stated as he landed the two utensils on the floor. He stared at his foot. The heat wasn't that much of endangering. He was used to it. He got burnt by hot tea several times as he helped the other kids with stuff.
"Love struck." Madrigal stated as the boy pointed his middle finger at him. Dylan hurriedly ran to him. Nice's pale skin was turned red fast. He touched his leg but Nice moved it.
"Stop being stubborn you're burning." Dylan stated and looked up at him. Then he turned to the foot and stood.
"Let's go."
"I'm not going anywhere with you." Seconds later he was up on air. Who would decline being carried by this guy? Once there he placed him on a counter by the sink and picked some tube on the shelf. It was some curative oil he'd been given ages ago. Slowly he moved his fingers against the burnt part. Nice looked at him swallowing hard.
"he's cute. Handsome. Caring and everything in between." Then another thought came. He shrugged it off and turned to where Dylan was rubbing.
"He moved his fingers smoothly. Yes they were soft and long but his motion made it feel like he was handling some lubricant on..." Damn his thoughts. He felt it. He was aroused. For the first time in his life. He closed his eyes and looked up.
Once Dylan was done he looked up. Something distracted him but he decided to ignore it.
"Does it hurt?" He asked staring at Nice's Adams apple that kept moving rushedly.
"No. It's not the first time. You can leave."
"Not that..." He stated trying to change the topic. It was obvious he knew how he felt.
"I can manage."
"Was it because I rubbed your foot?"
"I don't know. Just leave." He responded firmly.
"What if I want to help?" He asked as he knelt down before him. Nice finally opened his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to help." He responded as he moved his right hand slowly against his left hip.
"No don't do that." Nice stated in a slow tone. So different. So sweet.
"Let me." Dylan responded as Nice's legs slowly drifted apart. He couldn't handle it any more. Dylan pulled off his pants as Nice held the counter more firmly. Then he unfolded the towel bit by bit. Once at it, he pulled Nice closer his legs on his shoulders as he inserted the erected thing into his mouth. His motion was slow. He felt it on his toungue. A bit soft though hard and delicate. He didn't want to hurt the other party hence decided to increase his motion as time went by. He moved his hands to the counter raising Nice's legs abit to ensure he was comfortable. He didn't want to hurt him. Not as his rumbling words always did and that was his focus. Seconds later he held Nice's ass and squeezed it. Smooth. Damn his thoughts were getting ahead of him. He just wanted to help him not to get himself aroused. Nice held the counter tighter he felt it. He was making his first ever release. Then it all poured out. A thick white liquid. He noticed it when Dylan licked the bits on his lips. He was now okay. He exhaled deeply.
"Thanks." He stated weakly. Then his eyes caught his body. He wanted more but just couldn't state it. Dylan stood. He held his hand as he looked at him genuinely. With eyes so bright and full of love. It was all visible. The love he had hidden for sometime now.
"You should go." Dylan stated. His body becoming even weaker to his touch.
"Can I shower with you?" Nice asked seductive.
"You are tempting me." He responded mockingly.
"One chance. Take it or leave it." Nice responded then let go. Dylan moved to him and held his head as if fragile then kissed his lips.
"Remember that?" He asked after cutting it short. Nice shook his head as he smiled. The first genuine one Dylan had ever seen. It was pretty.
"I like you." Dylan stated as Nice moved up abit and kissed him. He didn't want this moment to end. One where he could show his feeling without disturbance. He moved his lips skillfully as embarrassing sounds came. He didn't care. This was him and the one guy he truly loved. Dylan opened a drawer and pulled out a pack of condoms. He picked one and carried Nice to the bathroom. He held him high against the glass walls as he continued kissing him. Nice unbuttoned his shirt slowly revealing his body. He rubbed the tips of his fingers against him slowly.
"Are you sure?" Dylan asked after moving his lips from his.
Nice nodded silently then pulled Dylan's belt. Maybe he needed the help. He used one of his hands to support the burnt guy. Dylan raised him higher against the wall as he kissed his whinny pink nipples. Then he slowly moved to his neck. Then he saw it. Some black spot on Nice's shoulder. He kissed him there slowly trying not to bite off his skin.
"No biting." Nice whispered into his ears as the guy let go. He tore the paper as Nice helped him have his condom on. Then he held Nice's dick and rubbed it hard. He but his lips. At this time during the night anyone could be overhearing them. He made another release. This time Dylan didn't lick it. He slowly applied it on Nick's entrance to lubricate it. Once done he held him back up. Nice placed his hands over Dylan's shoulders as his feet were held by his waistline well balanced against the wall.
"Are you ready for me?" Dylan asked looking at the shy boy in his arms. Nice held his hair smoothly as Dylan moved in but by bit. Slight sounds escaped him hence he held the towel by the shower and placed it in his mouth biting it. Dylan's motion increased slowly as he moved more and more. Soon he was in. His breath rapid to the feel.