This story is a work of fiction. any similarities are completely coincidental. 'Ok.' contains love and sex between teenage boys. Any mention of celebrities or characters from tv is not an assumption of their sexuality.The obvious thing if you don't like this is to go somewhere else. If it is illegal to read this where you're from please do the same. It also contains some coarse language, just coz it's hard to write naturally without writing the way I speak. Overall I'd rate it M for mature audiences, so if you're not old enough to be here, please seriously consider not being here. This is my first public submission, but please don't hold back. If you'd like to send me an email, I look forward to it - addisyn.draco@gmail.com. Thanks to Nifty, who do an amazing job helping writers be read. Donate if you can!
Meeting Axyl.
I open the door to the smoking room and show Axyl in. It's basically a bedroom filled with tables, ashtrays, couches and bongs. There's a stereo system too, of course. I pick up the remote and flick on Ulrik Munther's album, Rooftop. I take the pack of smokes I bought earlier out and light one before offering one to Axyl. We both sit down, and suffer from a brief awkward silence. 'Good' I thought 'a chance to find out about this boy'
"So, do you live with your parents?" I ask.
"No, they left me too. Well, they sent me here. They are in Sweden, where I was born, I was sent here when I was about 3. Long enough for me to pick up the language and the accent, kind of. I've only been in Brisbane for a week. I was in a youth home there and hated it, so I ran away 2 weeks ago. They won't come looking for me. I was a bit too different for them to handle" 'Wow,' I thought 'this boy has been through about as much as me'
"So where have you been sleeping for 2 weeks?" I say, almost afraid to ask.
"On the streets" he answers, as if it were an everyday thing. "I usually find a safe spot in a park or something"
I almost started crying. A boy this beautiful cannot sleep on the streets. He's too precious.
"Ok. You are not sleeping on the streets anymore. You are going to move in here. I won't charge you a cent, you will be here as my guest until you want to leave." I state, my mind made up.
"No, that's not what I wanted when I told you the story. I'm tough, I can look after myself." He said, slighlty defensively.
"I know babe", I say, before censoring, "but I won't be able to sleep if you are out there, and I have more than enough of anything you need. Please, stay here for a while and at least recharge. If you want to leave in a week, you are welcome to." Fuck, I hope he takes the offer. Not just cause he needs it, but coz it would be amazing to wake up to him every morning. I notice tears in his eyes,
"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you Toby." And he kisses me again. I could get used to this. When we were done exploring eachother's mouths, my stomach rumbled. Axyl giggles, which makes me giggle. Then Axyl's tummy rumbled.
"Ok, I think it's time to eat" I grin. We put our smokes out and head to the kitchen. When we got to the kitchen, Laura had set up plates of bolognese for us. We demolished our dinner and I led Axyl back to the smoking room.
"Do you smoke pot?" I ask him.
"Is the pope catholic!?" He says with a smile. I gather the necessary equipment and set it all up. I pack the bong and hand it to him. He smokes it like a pro, coughs a bit and gives me the most enchanting smile ever given to any human in the history of time. I melt, grab the bong and pack myself up. I also pull a perfect cone and discover why Axyl was smiling so brightly. The feeling of smoking with someone amazing next to you is euphoric. The feeling of being this close to someone this perfect is intoxicating. I move closer to Axyl and kissed him, running my hands through his perfect hair. I felt the urge to sing to him, to write songs about him, to release an album dedicated to his beauty. He suddenly pulled away and stared deep into my stunned eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, did I go to far?!" I desperately stammered.
"No, not at all, I just have something to ask you... Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"..." I hesitated, and I knew I shouldn't have, but I did. "I haven't..."
"Bullshit! You're a superstar! You've had to have had someone! Not even a girlfriend? Not even a stage girlfriend?" He cried, amazed.
"Nope, nothing like that. My label doesn't want me to date 'til they find someone that fits my style. And I've never been free enough to find someone on my own... Besides, being gay in showbiz is tougher than almost anything."
"Then do you want one?" He asked. I should have put the pieces together, but I asked
"One what?"
He replied "A boyfriend."
I lost all ability to speak. My heart stopped... Again. And I may have been close to feinting. All I could say was,
"Ok."
I felt a thrill, a rush I'd never felt in my life. I had found someone like me. Someone I could spend my life with. Someone I could call mine.
ADB. Addisyn.Draco.Munther (Batchelor)