The Wounds Within My Heart By James
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The Wounds Within My Heart
Chapter Two
Nohea
I sat up when I heard the door open. Pietro's footsteps came near where he had his clothes basket, and he put in his dirty clothes. After making sure his towel was hanging where he wanted it in the bathroom, he returned again.
He came over to where I sat, and he sat down beside me and began typing. I waited, and after a moment, he made his device speak.
"Do you remember my parents saying that you and I can work out sleeping arrangements?" he asked.
"I remember," I answered. "I was curious as to where you wanted me to sleep while I'm here. Have you come up with an idea?"
"Yeah," he said. "Would you like to sleep in here with me? It would be really nice to have you next to me, and I really don't want to be away from you even for a second. I truly have missed you for the time we've been apart."
"I've missed you too," I said putting my hand on his shoulder. "I'd love to sleep next to you."
"Good," he responded. "I sleep just in my boxers. What about you?"
"That's the same for me as well," I replied.
"That's really nice," he said smiling. "I'd love to feel your warmth against me."
"I'd love that as well," I responded.
It was now after 10:00 P.M., and Pietro and I sat at his desk watching a couple of music videos from a band he showed me called Brainstorm. They're a Hard Rock group from Germany and have been around for a while. I really liked them, and I was glad that Pietro showed me their music. He then showed me the albums he had by them. I was truly impressed.
Eventually, we decided to lay down. Pietro removed his shirt and shorts, and now he was just in his boxers. I removed mine as well, and after putting them in my laundry bag, I got into bed. Pietro climbed in beside me after shutting off the light.
The only light in the room now was from the bedside lamp, and after a moment of Pietro pulling the covers over me, he reached over shutting that light off as well. He then got some of the covers over himself, and after shifting on to his left side facing me, he immediately took me into his arms.
"You're so warm," I said looking deep into his eyes. "Also, I've noticed that there's more hair on your arms than there had been."
He smiled, and touched my right arm.
"Your arm is still smooth," he responded.
"It definitely is," I said in agreement. "Also, I noticed the little bit of facial hair you have. You think it's time for a shave?"
I lightly touched his cheek with my index finger, then snuggled into his embrace more firmly.
He made a dismissive sound, then stroked my hair.
"Maybe some other time," I answered smiling.
He moved to take hold of his device again.
"I'll probably shave tomorrow sometime. "My dad taught me a few weeks ago when I started growing facial hair. It's fairly easy to do."
"That's cool," I responded.
He was laying on his back as he typed, then I waited to see if he'd have anything more to say.
"I mentioned that I had so much I wanted to say to you," he said. "First, I wanted to say that having you back by my side again is the best thing that's happened in a long time. Not being with you hurt so much, and I only wish that we could have found some way to have kept in contact."
"I really wish we could have as well," I answered. "I didn't know how I would have given you my number since there wasn't really any way for you to talk, or communicate so I could have heard you over the phone."
"Yeah, and there's also the fact that the people around me would have just dismissed it anyway," Pietro said. "They would have said that I wasn't able to talk on the phone anyway. My guardian, Brandon Carson, wasn't exactly the most open-minded guy when it came to dealing with the disabled. So he wouldn't have been of any help."
"I'm sorry to hear he wasn't opened-minded," I said. "I'm really glad that I'm here talking with you right now though."
"I'm really glad about that as well," Pietro answered.
"I've always been curious," I began. "What made you come up to me the first time we met? I'm really glad you did, but I couldn't help but wonder from time to time."
"I really wanted a friend especially since I was new at the blind school," he responded. "I never really had friends growing up throughout my life, and when I saw you, I just got a feeling that you'd be someone who would give me a chance. I got a look at your face when I glanced out the window that opened to the front area of the dorms. I guess I could say you looked really lost. More than that though, you just looked really lonely. So that was the other part. I wanted you to not feel that way. I wanted you to be able to be with someone who would be kind to you."
I was truly touched, and I motioned for Pietro to face me. He put his device off to the side, and we hugged tightly for a long moment.
"That really means everything to me," I said my cheek pressed to his. "I really did feel lonely that day, but it's always been that way."
I went on to tell him more about me, and by the time it was over, I told him basically my life's story. I covered everything from how cruel my mother was, and to how abusive my mother's husband Ray could be. I finished with telling him about what happened that led to me to live with my dad and brother Triston.
"That's really fucked up how Barbra and Ray treated you," Pietro said, and he was making a couple of vocal sounds that left no doubt as to the anger he was feeling at that moment. "You deserved better than that, and I can say I won't ever let anyone hurt you like that again."
"Thank you, Pietro," I said, reaching out and touching his cheek gently. "That means a lot to me, and I won't ever let anything bad happen to you again either. I'll always be here for you."
"Thank you, Nohea," Pietro replied. "I'm really glad that we have each other's backs."
"You're welcome," I answered. "Me too."
"I'm really glad to know that you're gay like me," Pietro went on. "I figured that you were, but I wasn't sure. I do remember that time when we touched each other between our legs. Do you remember that?"
"Yeah," I answered. "I remember that time as well. I also wondered if you were gay, but wasn't sure how to bring it up. I didn't want to take things further in case you didn't quite know what was going on."
"I really appreciate that, but I definitely knew what was going on," he said. "It's nice to know that I'm not alone in my sexual orientation though. That's definitely something for which I'm grateful."
"So am I," I answered. "Also, I've always thought you were the most handsome boy I've ever seen. Your grey eyes are so warm and kind. Your hair is really soft, thick and it smells so good."
"Thanks. That's really sweet," Pietro said, then turned to face me.
He reached out and lightly caressed my cheek, then reached up to lightly run his fingers through my hair.
"Your blue eyes are the bluest I've ever seen on another boy," he said moving onto his back again so he could type. "I love your hair too. It's so soft and really thick. I really like running my fingers through it."
"I'm really glad you like it," I said. "That's really sweet what you said about the color of my eyes."
"I mean it too," he said. "You have really loving and kind eyes. When I look into them, I can see how thoughtful, caring and gentle you are."
"I can sense all that within your eyes as well," I said, leaning my face in and resting my forehead against his.
We stared into one another's eyes for what seemed like forever, then I felt myself growing tired.
"I think I can sleep now," I said reaching out and lightly caressing Pietro's cheek.
"I'm starting to get tired as well," he answered.
After he put his device on the charger, he turned towards me and wrapped me in his arms. I lay there with my arms around him, and his stomach and chest felt nice and warm against me. Resting my head against his chest, I said goodnight.
He nodded his head, and held me as I drifted off to sleep safe in his arms.
I awoke the next morning, and I felt the warmth of Pietro's body against mine. It felt amazing, and I loved how secure his arms felt as they stayed wrapped around my torso. I would have stayed there in his embrace, but for the fact that I had to urinate really bad.
Exiting from Pietro's arms, I walked as quietly as I could to the restroom, then did my business. Once back near his bed, I listened for a moment. Rain fell silently, then as I got back in bed the rain began pounding down harder and harder. The wind began blowing hard, and I snuggled back into my soul mate's arms.
Pietro made a soft sound of contentment then snuggled me closer. I wrapped my arms around him, and I rested my head against his chest as the storm continued on outside. I could also hear Pietro's parents leaving for work. Though I could hear that, my focus was far more on the rain and wind outside. My focus then shifted even more to the warmth of Pietro's body against mine, and I could also feel his hardness pressing lightly against my upper thigh.
Though my cock felt rather active throughout the course of me laying there, it was rapidly hardening. My balls tingled with a deep and intense throb which made me feel more aroused. I moved forward, and Pietro shifted which brought his cloth-covered erection in direct contact with mine.
It felt good to feel our hard cocks pressed together like that, and I would have tried to initiate something more were it not for the fact that I was feeling like I could sleep again. My eyelids grew heavier now, and I sank back down into sleep once again.
When I awoke again, I felt wide awake now, and the rain was falling at a slower pace now. It wasn't coming down as hard at this point, and when I reached out my hand, I felt an empty space where Pietro had been. I sat up, and then felt my phone on the bed next to my pillow. I checked it, and there was a text from Pietro. We had exchanged numbers the night before, and I was glad to have his number in my phone!
I opened the text, and let Voice Over, which is the feature on my iPhone that reads the screen, as well as speaks every letter, number and other character I type, read the message.
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"Good morning my friend, I went out to get breakfast for us. I'm so glad to have you back in my life, and I hope for us to become even closer. I want us to have so much more to our friendship, and I especially want to bring you joy and happiness that will be so amazing that you can't put it into words. I'll be back soon."
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I smiled, then read the text again, then a third time. I double-tapped on reply then began typing with the bluetooth keyboard I kept connected to my iPhone.
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Good morning, Pietro. I'm really glad I got your message. That really means a lot. Thanks. You mean everything to me, and I too want to bring more and more happiness to your life. I always want to make you happy, and I'm truly glad that we've gotten this second chance. I'll treasure you for always, and that's a promise. Thanks for getting breakfast, and I really can't wait to check out what you're bringing back. See you soon.
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I double-tapped on send, then put my phone on the bedside table and went in to get a quick shower. Once clothed in a clean T-shirt and basketball shorts, I went out into the kitchen. Grabbing plates, napkins and cups, I sat them down on the table. Just then I heard a key in the lock. The door opened, and I heard Pietro's familiar footsteps entering the house.
I came up to where he stood, locking the door. He held out the bag, and I took it, setting it down on the kitchen counter.
"Hi. Welcome back!" I said as we hugged for a long moment.
He made a happy sound, and hugged me a little tighter. I hugged back just as tight, then we released one another.
"It smells really good," I said. "Thanks for picking it up."
"You're welcome," he typed as he came over and unloaded the food. "I got us orders of bacon, sausage, eggs and toast. I hope you enjoy."
"I'm sure I will," I answered.
"There's a small cafиж near the house, and it's close enough so that walking there is easy for me," he explained, as we sat down and started eating.
"I'm glad you decided to let me in on it," I said.
"It's definitely something I wanted to share with you," he replied.
The food was really good. The bacon was chewy like I enjoyed, and not crispy. I always hated crispy bacon, and it was even worse when it was burned. The sausage was also really good, and had some spice to it. The rest of the food was really enjoyable, and I told Pietro so.
"I'm really glad you liked it," he said as we cleaned up the trash, throwing it away, then taking turns wiping down the table. "Nothing but the best for you."
"I really appreciate that, thanks," I answered, as I draped the dish rag over the sink.
We returned back to Pietro's room, and we watched some TV for a while, then Pietro shut off the TV after checking to see if there was anything else I wanted to watch. He turned to me, and began typing.
"I know I thanked you last night for all the kindness you showed me when we were together at the school for the blind," he said. "Like I said, that truly meant everything, and I'll never forget it. I sometimes wish though that I could have done more to be a better friend to you back then as well."
"You were a true and real friend to me back then," I said putting my hands up palms facing him. He put his palms against mine then we interlocked our fingers with each other's. "You gave me lots of hugs, and listened as I shared everything I had to say. You were kind, and more than that though you were the most caring person in that whole school. You showed me more caring and kindness than anyone ever had in my whole life. That truly means the whole world to me. You didn't have to say anything to communicate your friendship to me."
"I'm really glad to hear you say all that," he responded. "Hearing you say that means everything to me, and I'll always be here for you."
"I'll always be here for you also my dearest friend," I answered then we hugged for a long moment.
Author's Notes
So, there it is, more time spent between Nohea and Pietro that you get to see. I hope you guys really liked that. I'll finish up their weekend together in the next chapter. They'll be sharing more with each other in the next chapter, and I hope you like what I do where all that's concerned.
All that being said, I hope you're all doing well and having a good evening. I'll see you all in Chapter Three.