Chapter 8: Sentimentalism

Chapter 8: Sentimentalism

Fuck, I really didn’t feel like having this conversation right now. It’s fucking embarrassing.

Here I am, sitting right next to Joseph, staring into each others eyes, and blushing like hell.

“The kiss…”

His first reaction was turning even redder and focusing his gaze elsewhere.

How the hell are we gonna have this conversation if he avoids it?

“Joseph.”

He looked at me.

“You want to talk right?”

He shook his head.

“About the kiss?”

His forest green eyes flickered from the TV screen back to me, “y-yeah. I didn’t mean to do it. Everything just felt so right, and then it happened.”

Not wanting to get too serious about it, I decided to joke.

“You stole my dominance when you did that. I was surprised too.”

He laughed. I laughed. We laughed together.

Uh oh. I could feel it coming. I was getting ready to say something stu—

“Joseph…I like you.”

Oh fuck! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Now there’s no way to take back what I just said. I meant it, but I didn’t mean to say it. Not right now at least.

Shit, I made him blush.

Crap! I made myself blush.

It became quiet.

“Um, Joseph?”

His mouth was quivering and his eyes were focused on my lap.

“Um…”

This was an awkward situation.

Okay. Change the subject.

“So, why did you get here late when we first arrived?”

I remembered telling myself that I would bring this topic

another time when we were last on it.

An essence of astonishment spread onto his face.

“I…I was late because—my mom. Well. Um. I told her, rather…she found out. Mm. She found out that I—I had sex with my stepbrother.

EWW!! PARTIAL INCEST!!

But! I didn’t want to. He made me do it. And when my mom found out, she sent me here, but not before sending me to my father’s house so he could punish me. If I’m freaking you out, you can tell me to stop. I just don’t know anymore. Maybe when I go back, things will be better but…”

He wasn’t freaking me out, I was just…wow.

I rested my hand on his shoulder wanting to take away his pain.

“Please…keep going.”

I was getting sentimental.

Damn it. I hate when this happens.

I must really like this kid if he can get me on the verge of tears.

I don’t want to cry.

He went on with his story telling me about how his stepbrother got him to fuck. It was saddening really.

Joseph is 17, same age as me. And his stepbrother, Michael, is 19.

When Joseph was on punishment, he snuck out of the house, obviously breaking the rules of being grounded. Later that night, he was coming back in, and Michael caught him coming through the basement door. He told Joseph that he would tell his mother what he did if he hadn’t complied with what Michael told him to do.

The last thing Joseph wanted was for his mom to find out that he disobeyed her.

A bit later, there they were screwing in Michael’s bed while they were the only ones home.

Joseph fell asleep after it happened. He went downstairs and his mom just grabbed him, pulling him into the car. She was pissed. He caught a glimpse of Michael smirking at him standing at the door, “nice fuck kid.”

Somehow, when he got in the car, his clothes were already packed.

I think you know the rest from here…use your imagination.

Too much to explain.

Too much to bear.

A teardrop.

Fuck.

I turned my back the opposite way. I hate when people have to see me cry.

“Derrick?” Joseph said sounding angelic.

I ignored him. Too any emotions running through my head.

“Derrick, will you please just look at me?”

I wanted to, but I didn’t want to.

I turned around to face him.

Fuck sensitivity.

His hand reached up to my face and caressed my cheek.

The sobs I tried to stifle managed to escape through my clenched teeth.

Why am I crying?

This isn’t even me we’re talking about.

“Joseph…I’m sorry.”

Sorry count: one

He patted my back with an assuring rub.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve been through stuff like this my whole life.”

Ever think you had all of these problems in your life that no one else could compare to? Then you meet someone that’s been through even more, and then you see that your life is actually good? Well that’s what this moment is like for me.

Joseph…I really do like you.

I’ve been trying to hold this off for the longest time, but my testosterone is too much to bear. Damn you Joseph.

Harmonic eruption!

Being taken over by the urge to do so, I laid myself on Joseph, trying to stay on the small couch we were previously sitting on.

A kiss was pressed to his neck.

“D-Derrick stop—“he protested.

I had stopped listening when he first started and continued giving a taste to all that was available.

“Derrick” Joseph whispered into a sigh.

Pulling up his shirt, I noticed that there was a scared gash just below his belly button.

I nipped at it.

It must’ve felt irregular or something, seeing that he winced whenever my tongue ran over the difference in skin. I grasped his slim body in my hold and dipped my tongue in the small ditch that only a penny could fit in.

A smirk formed between my lips as I unbuckled his black and white checkered belt.

I guess you have to wait to see what happened next.

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Ehehehahhah hewoh everyone!! Again!! I’ve missed updating this story, so I decided to do it early this week. Usually it’s a Friday ahah!! But any whose!! I’m officially happy that this is my longest chapter ever!! I haven’t typed this long ever! I really do love you all that read this!! And thanks for being with me!! But oh! Ahaha, I don’t like watching television lately…only boring things are on! –Pouts- wah!

But yippee!! Happy birthday to you if your birthday is today!! BYE!!