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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 4, 2011 0:24:55 GMT -5
Kyle smiled at Isaac and grabbed a strand of wet hair. By girl standards he looked terrible, by Kyle's standards, he looked perfectly fine.
"Stop apologizing." Kyle said, the grin still on his face. "You look as great as usual."
Then Kyle sighed heavily and ran his fingers back through his hair. In ine day, he'd learned how having a social life was beneficial, his sexuality, and that he was starting to have romantic feelings. Feelings he doubted see were shared.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 4, 2011 0:39:27 GMT -5
Isaac blushed when Kyle touched his hair, and it deepened with his words.
"Kyle," he murmured softly, "all I know is apologizing." He licked his lips and tucked a damp strand of hair behind his ear. "And... I don't want to say I'm sorry for this."
Issac quickly leaned over and pecked Kyle's cheek with his lips, just a quick, nervous peck. He threaded his fingers together and cupped his knee, looking at his hands, his cheeks hot with blush. He wanted to say sorry. He couldn't help that he wanted to. To him, it was practically a mistake. From what he was told growing up, kissing a man was wrong. Having feelings for a man was wrong.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 4, 2011 0:50:57 GMT -5
Kyle's eyes widened and he blushed as Issac's lips touched him. It was for only a moment, but if Kyle had had any doubts about being gay, the kiss proved them wrong. He was very gay, and very much wanted to have Isaac kiss him again.
"Isaac, kiss me again." Kyle said breathlessly. He wanted to be sure his feelings were real and simply have Isaac close to him again. He scooted closer to Isaac, so he could feel him against him again
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 4, 2011 1:01:45 GMT -5
Isaac's heart soared.
For a brief second, Isaac bit his lip, nervous. But he uncrossed his legs and turned ever so slightly to be facing Kyle better. He gingerly cupped his cheek and pressed their lips together. Closing his eyes, Isaac basked in the feeling of warm lips against his, of just being able to kiss someone.
And it was over too soon. Isaac broke the connection, sighing softly, but not putting distance between them. He felt as if he couldn't move, fearful of making a wrong move.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 4, 2011 2:08:52 GMT -5
Kyle felt like he would drown in love. As Isac pulled away from.Kyle, it left Kyle wanting more. Without taking his head away from Isaac's, Kyle rested their foreheads together.
"Isaac, you do know that you are the reason I learned I'm gay, right?" kyle asked,.feeling a compulsive urge to wrap his arms around Isaac and just not let go.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 4, 2011 3:03:01 GMT -5
Isaac closed his eyes and rested against Kyle's forehead with a soft smile. "Really?" he asked quietly. He opened his eyes, taking Kyle's hands, looking up into his eyes. "No, I didn't know that. And you do know you're the first guy I've ever kissed, right?"
Isaac could remember back when he almost kissed someone. Another boy at the orphanage, even. They had been so close. But the door had swung open, a handful of kids standing behind it, ready to point and laugh, giggling and doubling over. It had all been set up, just to humiliate Isaac. They called him names for weeks. Boy-lover, queer; the insults got worse the older the kids got.
Reaching up, he gently brushed his fingers over Kyle's cheek. That was over now. I don't have to worry anymore. I kissed him, no one jumped out at me and laughed.
Smiling, Isaac gently pressed their mouths together again.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 4, 2011 9:41:46 GMT -5
Kyle pulled away from Isaac with a smile. "No, I didn't know that." he said, having figured Isaac had kissed at least one other guy. Although it made Kyle feel good to be able to say the same thing. You're the first guy I've ever kissed, too.
Kyle smiled and pulled Isaac back to him, pressing his mouth to his. Then he remembered his Granny. A proud Christian woman with a strong hatred of gays and lesbians. If she saw a gay couple walking around tow, she'd tell them they would rot in Hell for their sins. She'd tell them they would get nowhere in life, and that they may as well get used to the humiliation. Granny was always such a kind woman, until it came to gays.
Kyle pulled away from Isaac again, worry and doubt clouding his eyes. He was so scared to go against his Granny's wishes and beliefs, considering she was the closest thing to a mother he had. She'd already lost her husband and daughter, and now if she were to find out he was gay, she may finally let the stress get to her and join his Grandpa and mother.
"M-my Grandmother," Kyle stammered, the fear obvious in his voice. "She's the closest thing to a mother for me, and a very strong Christian... She doesn't like gays. At all." he whispered, scared that Isaac would yell at him for even thinking of his Granny instead of him.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 6, 2011 14:19:39 GMT -5
Isaac smiled comfortingly, but on the inside, the angelic nature stirred within its cage. Anger. Just an old woman. Kyle was in charge of his own actions.
But she was the next best thing to a mother. "Don't sweat it," he said softly. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of your relationship with her. I never had a mother, so I can't say I fully understand, but it's fine."
Isaac had dealt with old women before. Very religious ones. Kyle's grandmother fell into that category. He had heard the crooning over his way of life, how he dressed, how he made his hair, how he wore cosmetics. He'd heard all of it and more. He remembered one old lady had once come up to him, turned her nose up, and politely told him he was damned to Hell for his sins. How she had known that he was into men, Isaac was clueless. Maybe that had been a day when he was feeling like wearing something lovingly skin tight, or had over-done his makeup.
Hell, he was still a virgin. Didn't that count for something?
"So, what are you going to do?" Isaac couldn't help but ask. He didn't want Kyle to back out because of his granny, but he didn't want him to kick himself over it, either. "I've dealt with religious people before, so it doesn't bother me, but I don't want you to be pressured over it or anything."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 6, 2011 14:31:19 GMT -5
Kyle smiled sadly and shook his head. "My Granny will understand.' I hope. "I'll just tell her later." Kyle grinned at Isaac, although it didn't completely reach his eyes. He had no intentions of telling his grandmother. She would only know Isaac to be his friend, nothing more. He couldn't do it to her. Tell her that her grandson chose a path she and her husband had been so against.
"Where did you grow up, Isaac?" Kyle asked, desperate to avert the conversation from himself. He never enjoyed talking about himself, and this topic made things even harder for him. He was so much more comfortable talking about Isaac than himself. Especially when Isaac's life seemed so much more interesting than his own.
He must be delusional... Kyle thought to himself, hardly believing Isaac actually liked him back. Maybe he was just pitying Kyle? Or just making fun of him. The idea that Isaac -- Kyle's seemingly polar opposite -- could like him, was simply laughable.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 6, 2011 14:44:47 GMT -5
Isaac understood the silent plea for a change of subject. But the new one wasn't his personal favorite, either.
"I grew up in an orphanage," he said quietly. "My mom died giving birth to me, and my father was never in the picture. I've seen pictures of my mom, but never my dad. I never got adopted out because I was too rambunctious; nobody wanted to take the risk." He smiled. "I left when I was sixteen, found this place." He gestured to the house, remembering how it had felt so welcoming. Now it held a certain foreboding to it, like there was a monster living here that wanted nothing but to kill him.
"My mom was an only child, and her parents had died a few years before I came along." He smiled sadly. He didn't have a little granny to take him in like Kyle did. "But I like how I turned out," he said, maybe just to defy his own thoughts. "So I think it was for the best that I grew up like I did."
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jul 6, 2011 15:12:58 GMT -5
Kyle's gaze filled with pity, but he quickly shook it off. Most people didn't enjoy pity or sympathy, sometimes not even empathy. Kyle knew he never enjoyed those things when his Chionophobia was brought up. He tried to avoid mentioning it whenever possible. It wasn't something people understood, no one sympathized with him, he didn't want their false pity, and no one could empathize with something as irrational as that.
Kyle shuddered inwardly as he drifted back to the cause. He had only been seven, but still had to walk to and from school in the snow. He had loved the snow back then, believing it to be angel's tears. Then, as he was walking home, the local bully had stepped out from behind a tree. Little Kyle didn't know what to do, he only knew he didn't want to be anywhere near that kid. He teased Kyle relentlessly, about his brains, how he tended to act like a wimp, and about living with his grandparents. Kyle had always tried to avoid him, but he couldn't, not that day. So the bully picked up scrawny Little Kyle and tossed him into a snowbank bigger than them both -- he actually buried Kyle in it. It took so long for Kyle to be found, and it was by his neighbor. He had been horrible sick, and wasn't looking on his way to recovery for a long time. Most didn't expect him to live.
"I-I'm sorry." Kyle said quietly. He was truly sorry for Isaac, growing up without the love of parental figures. "At least you're better from it."
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jul 9, 2011 0:06:39 GMT -5
Isaac could see an inner story being told within Kyle. He gently put his hand on his knee and gave a comforting squeeze. "Yeah," he agreed quietly.
Standing up and stretching luxuriously, Isaac pivoted on his heel and faced Kyle again. "Do you want anything to drink?" he offered. "I'm going to make some sweet tea." Feel free to follow me to the kitchen, was his silent beckoning as he turned and breezed into the kitchen, letting his hips relax now that his secret was out. He didn't need to have the stereotypical still hips like every other man now that Kyle knew he was feminine.
Truthfully, sweet tea was only something he drank when he was beginning to feel stressed. But he felt a craving for it now. Maybe the events of the day were actually some form of stress that he hadn't felt like other sorts of stress. Maybe it was just because a lot had happened today.
Isaac decided that must be it. He filled a small kettle with water and placed it on the stove, turning the burner on and watching as little blue-and-orange flames lapped at the bottom of the kettle.
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