Some You Give Away, Part 10

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Some You Give Away

Part X

02 November 2017
New York, New York, United States of America

For a few days, Christian slept nowhere else but in Warren's room. Sure the twin bed was ridiculously small for the two of them together, but they both loved sleeping flush against each other. Most nights, Christian was the big spoon, but one night he was the little spoon, and Warren used his chest as a pillow on another. No matter what either young man had done that evening, be it homework, studying at the library, going to the movie theatres, or hanging with friends, Christian always showed up at Warren's dorm room in nothing but his underwear.

Though the new couple had yet to acknowledge their erections around each other, let alone perform any sexual acts with each other, Christian was okay with that. Warren was so sexy, Christian knew that, but he was still scared of being gay.

After Warren turned off his alarm clock, he turned onto his left side. He touched his fingertips to Christian's sculpted and slightly hairy abs.

Christian groggily said, "Do you think some admin will accept a deal of my $280,000 college savings for a degree here and now?"

Equally as groggy, Warren replied, "No. Nobody's going to believe a hick 17 years of age has a degree."

"17-and-a-half," Christian said with humour as he tickled Warren's side.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Warren said in soft laughter while grabbing Christian's wrist. "17-and-a-half is believable."

While rising from the tiny bed, Christian said, "I'll see you downstairs."

"Yeah," Warren said huskily.

Warren eyed the obvious and very visible erection in Christian's black briefs. The hard prick snaked to Christian's left, and was thick! The helmet head looked deliciously bulbous, and a small wet spot told the blonde that Christian had leaked pre-cum.

Christian, preening under the gaze, leaned down and gave Warren a small smooch on the lips. Christian felt the urge to kiss Warren again, but more forcefully. So he did. He swiped his tongue along Warren's bottom lip, which caused the blonde to moan softly. The small, quiet moan was enough to ignite a burning fire in Christian's chest. Their lips smacked, and their tongue mingled. Mid kiss, Christian climbed back into the bed and laid his palm on Warren's stomach.

Happily surprised, Warren removed his lips from Christian's to ask, "What are you doing?"

Uncertain, but also determined, Christian simply reattached their lips. He slid his hand lower, and lower, over the waistband of Warren's zebra-print boxer-briefs. When his palm touched Warren's throbbing dick, both mewled. Christian surprised himself when he gripped the thick cock through the cotton and slowly stroked it.

Warren once again dislodged their lips to ask, "Y-you sure this is okay?"

Christian did not reply verbally. Instead, he slid his hand into Warren's underwear. They maintained eye contact, deep and affectionate, as Christian wrapped his hand around the uncut and hot prick.

With a laugh of disbelief, Warren said, "You never cease to surprise me, Christian Ronald Hawkings."

Christian attached his lips to Warren's neck while gently stroking his cock. He suckled on Warren's neck with ferocity, and gripped Warren tighter.

Warren groaned in pleasure, and asked, "You marking me, Chris?"

Christian continued to jack Warren steel-hard dick. He moved his face to the other side of Warren's neck and began making another hickey there.

"I'm gonna..." Warren stopped speaking in favour of moaning. "S'it okay to touch you, too?"

Christian smiled softly against Warren's neck. He released Warren's cock in favour of pulling the waistband of his underwear and securing it under Warren's balls.

Warren took this as encouragement. As the brunette made a third hickey to the juncture between his neck and shoulder, Warren grabbed the sides of Christian's waistband and pulled his briefs down to his thighs. Warren saw Christian's cock throbbing, tan with a circumcision scar. He licked his palm and immediately began stroking Christian.

"Alright to mark you as mine, too?" Warren whispered seductively.

Christian didn't answer. He just kept loving the feeling of stroking Warren's uncut dick. He also moved his lips to Warren's clavicle and sucked another hickey.

The second Warren began suckling on his neck, Christian cried in pleasure, "Oh, fuck!"

The two resumed hickeying each other's necks, shoulders, and chests while jerking each other's pre-cum-soaked cocks.

Seconds later, Warren moaned, "Chris, I'm- I'm gonna cum. I'm so close."

"Mm-hmm," Christian hummed, his lips firmly attached to Warren's left trapezius.

Warren tugged on Christian's brown hair harshly, and connected their lips. Their breaths were hot and heavy. Their tongues duelled entertainingly. Christian was so turned on that he felt sweat forming all over his back despite his back being in the air over Warren.

"Mm! Mm!" Warren crooned, bucking his hips.

Christian pulled his face away from Warren's. He looked down at his hand gripping and jerking Warren's uncut cock. The head was an angry, deep red. A second later, a spurt of creamy, delicious-looking cum shot out and landed on Warren's pale chest. A second spurt hit Warren's neck. Christian was transfixed as the fourth and fifth shots of hot cum landed on Warren's stomach.

"That's so hot," Christian said more to himself, pulling Warren's foreskin over his sensitive head.

Warren pushed Christian off of him onto his back. He then leaned over Christian and began another round of heavy kissing. His hand paid special attention to the helmet head of Christian's 7-inch prick. Within seconds, Christian moaned into Warren's mouth.

"You gonna cum for me, Baby?" Warren whispered huskily.

"Mm-hmm," Christian hummed, holding onto Warren's other elbow.

"Try to hold it in as long as you can," Warren whispered before swiping his tongue along Christian's stubbly jaw. "For me. Try not to cum, Chris."

"Fuck," Christian groaned, pained because Warren remained jacking his cock. "Why? I really- damn. I really wanna cum."

"Just hold it in as long as you can," Warren whispered before he nibbled on the brunette's ear.

"Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum. Uh yeah!"

Volley after volley of thick cum shot onto Christian's chest and stomach. One particularly hard shot landed on Warren's upper arm. Warren slowed his ministrations on Christian's dick, and he continued to kiss Christian's jaw.

"Fucking Christ, man," Christian whispered, breath laboured.

Smiling happily, Warren said, "Mmmm, my man."

Breathless, Christian asked, "Am I? Am I yours?"

"Yeah," Warren answered as he swiped a glob of Christian's cum onto his finger and ate it. "You're mine. You sleep with me every single night. You take me on these amazing dates. You make me feel safe, and warm. You're my boyfriend. S'that okay with you?"

"Yeah," Christian answered with a smile, and the beginnings of tears. "It's- it's a little scary. But I'm happy."

"Good," Warren whispered and kissed Christian. "I have the sexiest boyfriend in the whole Northern Hemisphere."

Amused, Christian asked, "Why not the whole world?"

"Because in the U.K. Kelsey Chow has William Moseley."

"William Moseley?" Christian asked, feigning ignorance. "I don't know her."

Warren laughed loudly, completely entertained. He then got off his bed and grabbed a box of tissues.

After wiping his body clean, Christian gave Warren a peck on the lips and went to his dorm room.

After showering, dressing, and stowing his textbooks in his backpack, Christian took the elevator down to meet his friends to walk to their respective schools.

"Those are dark," Karen said in amusement. "Makes me want to make vitamin-K ice cubes and stick them under your scarf."

Christian saw as he approached, Karen was tugging at Warren's navy and light blue scarf that had white pinstripes. Doing this, she saw the red marks that his lips had left. Christian felt stupid for not thinking to cover his own hickeys.

"Hey," Porter greeted. "Why are you blushing hardcore, dude?"

Christian froze for a half a second. He looked to Warren. The fucking blonde smirked and looked down to the floor. This obviously caused Karen to become curious. She looked at Christian curiously.

Karen said, "Look at that. Chris also has a litany of hickeys. Not unlike Warren."

Christian's heart sank. His stomach twisted and squeezed, which made him want to throw up the banana and blueberries that he'd eaten for breakfast.

"Chris' lips are red, and chapped," Karen went on, clearly amused. "Also not unlike Warren. Following the clues, including Barry's and Chad's testimonies that Chris has barely been in his room for the past week, I'd assume that Chris is spending his nights with Warren."

"Karen," Warren warned as he gently tugged at the sleeve of her coat.

Silence reigned over the small group. Christian and Warren looked anywhere but at each other. Karen looked at Warren, looking like she was apologetic to Warren.

But then Porter said, "You know who else surprised me by coming out? Aaron Carter. Did not see that coming either."

Karen, gleeful, responded, "Anthony Bowens coming out as bi, too, really threw me. That took guts."

Making and maintaining eye contact with Christian, Warren said, "Jake Zyrus came out of nowhere."

"Who?" Karen asked.

"Remember Charice?" Warren asked as he removed his phone from the pocket of his brown trench coat. "The singer and she was also in 'Glee'? She is now a transgender man named Jake Zyrus."

Porter nodded and said, "Hmm. Good for him."

Warren then responded, "Yeah, I didn't follow Charice after Glee, so I was shocked to hear."

"C'mon, Chris," Karen said with a gesture of her head. "Nobody cares that you're bi."

As he caught up with his friends and boyfriend, Christian clarified, "I'm- I'm actually- gay."

"Oh, okay then," Porter casually said. "Hey, Karen and I need a ride to the Metro Museum of Art later after classes."

"Whaaat?" Karen said with a laugh.

Porter grinned as he replied, "Yeah, I'm taking you out."

"Oh, you are?" Karen asked with a laugh. "And you're bumming a ride from the Canadian or the hick?"

"Hey!" Warren cried with faux indignation.

Christian simply smiled and smacked Karen's ass hard.

Porter then jumped into front of Karen and asked, "Karen? Would you like to spend an afternoon and evening with me? Let me treat you like the beautiful woman you are."

"Yeah, sure," Karen answered with a blush. "But no double date. We'll take a cab."

"Yes!" Porter cried with a punch to an invisible being high in the air. "I'll- I'll pick you up at 3:00."

After Porter and Karen went off to their respective schools, Warren asked, "Comment cela s'est-il senti?"
(How did it feel?)

Misty-eyes, Christian answered, "Cela me donne de l'espoir. Peut-etre que je peux avoir des amis qui m'acceptent."
(It gives me hope. Maybe I can have friends who accept me.)

Warren touched his hand to Christian's arm as he promised, "Vous serez. Vous etes le type de personne amicale et charismatique. Vous aurez toujours des amis a vos cotes."
(You will. You are the type of person that is friendly and charismatic. You will always have friends by your side.)

"Le pensez-vous?" Christian asked softly, hopefully.
(Do you think so?)

"Vous aurez toujours moi," Warren told the brunette affectionately. "Tant que tu m'auras, je resterai a tes cotes. Amant, petit ami, mari, ami. Tu m'as."
(You will always have me. As long as you'll have me, I'll stay by your side. Lover, boyfriend, husband, friend. You have me.)

Christian, touched at the heart, grabbed Warren's hand. He carded their fingers together, and They both leaned in for a kiss.

Christian had immense difficulty focusing in his classes throughout the morning and early afternoon. No matter how many times he told himself to focus, no matter how many times he popped his knuckles, he could not get the image of himself screaming in pain as the flames of hell licked at his skin.

He didn't care about himself. No. The image of hell saddened Christian for his family. His parents always spoke about rejoicing together when they each passed through the pearly gates. They would spend an eternity in heaven as a family. He couldn't ruin that plan for his family.

But he also could not stay away from Warren. Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, sexy, hot, kind, caring, warm Warren. He thought that Warren was so captivating that he could coax a scorpion to not sting him.

Conflicted- so incredibly conflicted- Christian ducked out class at 12:22pm. He walked over to John Jay Hall where he picked up his truck. Miserable, Christian drove drove around the streets of Manhattan, too numb for tears. Tears would have been a bad thing anyway, operating a 4,000 pound machine.

Saint Thomas Church had only one other worshipper in the pews. Christian sat in the second row with his elbows on his knees and his palms pressed together. There, he finally let the dams open. Tears flowed down from his sorrowful brown eyes. With closed eyes, Christian apologized silently to his family for taking the opportunity from them to rejoice together in heaven.

He cried silently, for a long time. He cried so much that his eyes ran dry, and were an angry, irritated red.

"I'm out," Warren told his friends.

"We still on for board games at your room tomorrow?" Ian Lippons asked.

"Yep," Warren answered as he packed his books. "I'll buy the wine and more glasses, Katie is buying the grub, you bring music."

"7:00?" Debbie Forman asked.

"S'it cool if I bring a date?" Ian asked.

"I don't mind," Warren replied as he stood from the table. "Who is she?"

"Girl I met at the gym," Ian answered with a bashful smile. "She goes to N.Y.U. for pre-law. Her name's Ken. Well, Kennedy, but she likes Ken."

"Looking forward to meeting her," Warren said while buttoning his trench coat. "Night, guys."

In the elevator at John Jay Hall, Warren's feet felt like they would suddenly start bleeding with how much pain they were in. He'd been wearing the 5.5-inch pumps for about 13 hours. So he took them off and carried them.

"Hey," Warren said as he opened Christian's dorm room. "Hey, what's the matter?"

Christian had turned and Warren saw his brown eyes red from tears. Christian was kneeling at the side of the bed with his hands pressed together in prayer. He then buried his face in his palms and shuddered with yet more tears.

Warren dropped his shoes and backpack, and fell down to his knees at Christian's side. Warren wrapped his arms around Christian's back and laid his chin on Christian's shoulder.

After a minute, after Christian calmed down a bit, Warren whispered, "Want to talk about it?"

"No," Christian answered, and kissed Warren's forearm which was still holding him safely. "Just some heaven and hell crap. Same ole, same ole."

Sympathetic, Warren replied, "Still important, though. I'm here."

"I know."

Christian turned in Warren's arms. He slid his arms under Warren and lifted him, carrying him bridal style for a second. Christian then sat down on his bed with Warren on his lap. He hugged Warren tightly to him, feeling a deep need to seek comfort.

Warren kissed the brunette's temple and whispered, "You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"

After a sniffle, Christian answered, "Nah, I'm good. I have an appointment with Dr. Park tomorrow, so don't worry about it."

"Okay. Barry and Caden texted me this afternoon asking where you were. You were supposed to go to House of Vans today?"

"Yeah, I went to church instead."

"Hmm. Did that help?"

"Nope," Christian replied miserably.

Empathetic, almost to the point of tears, Warren whispered, "Well if you think it's best for me to give you some space, I--"

"No," Christian said softly. "I'm already so addicted to you. And being with you helps me a lot. I don't know where I'd be if I tried dating any other guy."

"Okay," Warren whispered and kissed the brunette's temple again. "I was planning on snuggling up to you while watching Arrow on Netflix. But now I'm starving. For a burger. And curly fries. And a smoothie. Wanna go to Fiona's Diner with me?"

"And then we can cuddle and watch Arrow after?" Christian asked with a small smile.

05 November 2017
New York, New York, United States of America

Christian was waiting in the main lobby of John Jay Hall with Barry, Katie, and Lynn for Warren. He had co-starred in Lynn's selfies, and watched videos on Barry's Facebook feed on meal prep ideas.

"Yo!" Warren called as he stepped out of the elevator.

Christian surprised even himself when he jutted his arm out with his hand waving slightly. Warren grinned giddily and accepted the hand. Christian kissed Warren's cheek while lacing their fingers together.

Surprised, Lynn asked, "Warren's the one that hickeyed the fuck out of your neck?"

"Dude!" Barry said with wide eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

With a smirk, Warren told the girl, "He hickeyed the fuck out of my neck back."

"Question remains," Barry said, slightly exasperated. "Why didn't you tell me? Or any of us?"

Katie smacked Barry's arm and seethed, "Shut up!"

"Whaaat?" Barry shrugged. "It's a perfectly reasonable question."

"Because of my religion, dude," Christian answered with a tinge of discomfort. "I- I'm still having a bit of- trouble accepting myself."

"Sorry, man," Barry clapped Christian's back. "Quicksilver good to you?"

Christian turned to Warren, and a smile of adoration formed on his lips. Warren smiled shyly back, and Christian leaned in for a kiss.

"Yeah," Christian answered Barry. "He's been a patient, kind gentleman who never fails to make me laugh."

"Is that my nickname for forever now?" Warren asked the group. "Even though I'm blonde again?"

"New nickname!" Lynn called. "How about... Apollo? For your blonde hair."

"Or Talon!" Barry suggested. "Because of your heels."

"No!" Katie cried with a big smile. "Corn Pop!"

Warren didn't laugh, as the others had, but he smiled softly. A smile that he tried to fight off.

Christian then asked, "Do you want to go to the Museum of Natural History after class?"

"Can't," Warren shrugged. "I'm driving Aaron to the airport, remember?"

"Oh," Christian responded, deeply and intensely jealous. "Right. Yeah. You- yeah."

"Chris," Warren said quietly yet disbelieving, and stopped walking. "I- I promised him."

Christian pulled his hand away, not unkindly, and replied, "So you'd rather take your ex to the airport than go on a date with me?"

"No!" Warren answered a little loudly. "I promised him, Chris. And I keep my promises. I wouldn't go on a date with you if I had promised Vivian to take her to the airport. You know what..."

Warren walked away toward the campus Starbucks. Barry, perplexed, punched Christian's arm.

Warren called, "You know there's a reason I hold your hand instead of his!"

With a deprecating laugh, Barry told Christian, "You're a fucking idiot, dude."

"What?" Christian asked. "If your girlfriend was driving her ex to the airport, you wouldn't be alarmed?"

"Course I would," Barry answered easily. "But with someone who cares as much as Warren does, is as chill as Warren, you don't say nothing. Unless you wanna spend the next 8 months not getting any. Do you think he's not jealous or insecure when he sees you with Misha?"

Christian knew that he'd fucked up. He knew that Barry and the girls thought so as well. He sighed and drove his fingers through his brown hair.

Warren ducked out his last class at 12:30pm. He wasn't worried about his economics class because he was 3 chapters ahead.

While driving, his cell phone rang. So he hit the button on his steering wheel to accept the call.

"Hey," Aaron greeted. "All my stuff is sitting out in the front yard. We're just waiting inside the lobby."

"Okay," Warren replied. "I am a block away. See you in 2 seconds."

After parking in front of Aaron's now former apartment complex, he walked toward the entrance. While walking there, the main entrance door opened, and out walked Aaron, Aaron's roommate Garett, and an unknown man.

"Hey!" Warren said brightly as they went in for a hug. "You look great."

"So do you," Aaron replied before he kissed Warren cheek. "You remember Garett."

"Hey," Warren shook Garett's hand.

Aaron continued, "This is Garett's new roommate Logan."

While shaking hands, Logan said, "You look exactly as Aaron described. Right down to the shade of your eyes. Ohhhh, that sounded fucking creepy, didn't it? I have a girlfriend, I wasn't hitting on you, man."

"Nice meeting you, Logan," Warren said kindly. "What do you do?"

"I'm a P.R. specialist for the city," Logan replied. "I manage all of the city's social media accounts, posts, and overall interactions."

The 3 guys went outside and moved the 3 Action Packers and 1 big suitcase into the back of Warren's S.U.V., and Warren and Aaron drove off.

"Got you an almond milk vanilla latte," Warren told the older man, gesturing at the cup holders.

"Mmm, thanks."

"How do you feel?" Warren asked while driving.

"Good," Aaron replied. "Fine. A little scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Moving again. Moving here from Connecticut wasn't as bad because I have family and friends here. But I know nobody in Portland."

Empathetic, Warren responded, "I'm sure you'll make good friends in Portland. You're a good guy."

"Thanks. How are you?"

"I'm fine. School's been busy but I'm keeping ahead of class. I've been dating a guy for a week and we had our first fight this morning."

"Who's the guy?"

"You remember Chris?"

"The Mississippian jock? He's bi?"

"He's gay, but was having issues with his sexuality because of his religion. Is having issues."

"S'that what the fight was about?"

"No. Jealousy. I told him about a week and a half ago that I would drive you to the airport."

"Sorry."

"It's fine. He has to understand that I make a promise, I keep it. Are you all set for Portland?"

"Yeah. A new co-worker of mine viewed an apartment for me last week and I secured it. It's ready for me move into tonight, and Mandy, the new co-worker, bought an air mattress for me. I don't start work until the 13th, so loads of time to buy furniture, lease a bike, and settle in."

"You financially okay to do all that?"

"Yes," Aaron answered with a gentle laugh. "Don't worry about me. I had $3,000 in savings before, Logan and Garett paid me $2,000 for the furniture that I owned, and I sold my bike for $16,000. I expect to pay $3,900 for the apartment damage deposit and 3 months of rent, buy $2,000 worth of furniture, and a $4,000 deposit on a bike."

"That's awesome. Not too expensive. What's your new salary anyway?"

"I'll be making $62,000 a year now. I can pay off my student loans in 6 to 7 years."

After helping Aaron unload his belongings onto a cart and waiting for the man to check-in at American Airlines, the 2 blondes sat at AeroNuova restaurant. They shared a pepperoni, onion, and pepper pizza while they continued to catch up.

"You should get going to security," Warren said with a fond smile.

"Yeah," Aaron said while checking his watch. "Boarding starts in half an hour."

Warren rose from the table, and put on his red scarf and black trench coat. Together, they walked to the security check-in.

"Remember what I told you," Warren said with a small smile.

Smirking, Aaron answered, "Yeah. On the 20th of October, 2027, if we're both single..."

Warren laughed, and responded, "Not that, asshole."

"I will be good, and do good. I'll make the world my oyster."

They both stepped forward, standing flush against each other. Aaron kissed Warren's cheek. Warren kissed Aaron's cheek in return. They then embraced tightly.

To Be Continued...

Hello guys! So I got a couple of emails from readers asking if Popsocket phone grips were real. In chapter 8 of this story, Warren stuck his phone on his car dash using the Popsocket grip and the clip (that was stuck to his dash). I really love my Popsocket because it's easy to install, easy to use, easy to collapse, and easy to move to another phone case. The clip is the same deal, it can be stuck to a multitude of surfaces and can be moved to different places. I have 2 clips, 1 on my car dash and another on my headboard for easy charging and it's right in my ear for my alarm. Google 'Popsockets' and check them out!
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