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Short Recap:
Bjorn was injured in a car accident after walking home drunk from a party him and Keaton were at. Surviving the crash with just a few fractures and bruises, Bjorn apologizes to Keaton for the emotional hurt he caused him. Both boys receive a message from a boy named Sky who they go to school with. Keaton decides to meet Sky in person to hopefully make a new friend, but by the end of their encounter, the mystery boy plants a surpise kiss on Keatons lips. Still reeling from the sudden kiss, Keaton gets a call from Bjorn as Sky takes off.
Open Hearts Part 21:
“Hey babe… What’s up?”
What terrible timing this is, I thought while waiting for his response.
“Nothing much. Just woke up from my nap, got some more pain meds from my dad. So did you end up hanging out with that boy?”
“Uh yeah I did- we did- we hungout yeah.”
“Cool. So what did you guys do?”
Of course the only thing on my mind was Sky’s lips, I couldn’t bring myself to remember anything else that happened prior to him blindsiding me like that. I still had to come up with something to tell him other than “we kissed” so I kept it as simple as I could.
“Not much. Grabbed a burger, found this weird store by the shore that had some antiques and then waited on his mom to pick him up.”
“Oh yeah, sounds nice.” The tinge of jealousy in Bjorn's voice seasoned his flat statement, I just wasn’t sure if he was trying to hide it, or if he wanted me to hear it. I told him that I would call him back after I got back home and we could chat more about Sky then, anything it took to get him off the phone so I could digest what just happened to me. He accepted with a weak grunt and told me we’d talk later that night.
The walk was grueling, not physically, but mentally. Why did he kiss me? Did I give off signals that I was expecting that? Is he going to tell anyone!? FUCK! This is not what I fucking needed now. I felt guilty beyond imagining, not just for being kissed, but because I kind of- sort of- enjoyed it… just a little bit. I enjoyed being kissed by another boy, all the while Bjorn was laying up in his bed in a cast and sling while I was out… cheating, I guess. The idea of Sky kissing me made me angry once again so I stomped my way home from the beach with my mind rattling off all sorts of scenarios and questions. It wasn’t until I face planted onto my bed that I let some of the tension release from my body and I began to breathe deeply. Without even taking my phone from my pocket, I fell asleep face down in my sheets. My brain must have had enough for one day, and just gave up. Of course when I woke up, I had a few missed calls and unanswered messages to attend to. I knew they were from Bjorn, and I felt bad for not calling him like I said I would, but even after my nap I still felt tired. After all I’ve been through in the last couple of days, I wasn’t sure a nap or any amount of sleep for that matter would be enough for me to feel awake again. Nevertheless I called Bjorn back and issued my normal rounds of apologies. He didn’t raise his voice or throw any accusations my way, he sounded just as tired as I did on the phone actually. We talked for an hour or so, mostly about nothing until he mentioned the doodle on his cast. We were all giggles while discussing my penmanship and the artistry of my little viking warrior. Not a word was spoken of Sky, much to my gratitude, and eventually I could hear soft snoring coming from the other end of the line.
The next few days were spent explaining to everyone at school how Bjorn got into an accident. I had to recount my earlier lie about him being in a surfing accident because it just didn’t add up to his injuries. The only one who heard that lie was Sky, and luckily I haven’t had to interact with him much. Whenever it came to science class, I would avert my gaze from him at all times and position myself strategically so that our paths crossed as few times as possible. Whenever we did lock eyes, the distinct blue in his eyes were glazed over and teary, as if he was in a perpetual state of sadness.
Many people I hadn’t met before came up to me and asked that I give Bjorn their get well wishes. Some of the girls in my class even made him some cards. They were decorated with many stickers and hearts and rainbows. It got to the point where I just wanted to push them back and be like “I get it bitch, but he’s fine, and no amount of your perfume sprayed on a cheap piece of paper is going to turn him. One girl even wrote her phone number next to “call me if you need someone to talk to” I sent a picture of it to Bjorn before sending him a video of that same card being crumbled into a ball and launched into a nearby trash can. He got a good laugh out of it.
His teachers made it my responsibility to bring him all the work he was missing, so I would stop by their classrooms in between periods to pick them up and take them to him after school. As a gift to him I would try to get as much of it done for him as I could on the bus ride home. The teachers didn’t care how it got done or if it looked suspiciously close to my own work. All that mattered was that it got done and turned in on time so they could pass him. Playing tutor and nurse to him felt like a full time job. Bjorn constantly made me leave and go home after spending hours at his house each day. He was grateful for all the help but I think he was more tired of me then I was of him. I didn’t want to stop helping though… probably because I still feel guilty.Even after leaving his house tonight, I still felt the need to text him.
“So how long until you’re all healed up”
“About two months. Doctor said I could go back to school on crunches if it weren’t for the ribs and shoulder. But I should be good to start hobbling around and going to class in two weeks”
“Good. So do you think you can do it?” I asked with a little winking emoji.
“Do what???”
“Go 2 months without…” I followed the message with an inappropriate amount of eggplant emojis and even one donut emoji that made me laugh out loud just sending it.
“Lol I dunno, might have to get creative here soon.” Bjorn tagged his own set of tongue and squirting water emojis.
Being able to talk about sex so casually left me with a sense of pride in my newfound adult-like life. I still lean on my parents for lunch money and rides to the mall, but I still feel so grown up when I talk to him.
At the dinner table that night, I got another unexpected buzz from an unexpected boy. Sky ended his days of radio silence and messaged me, causing me to once again reply stealthy under the table to not draw the ire of my mother.
“…im so sorry” he wrote in all lower case letters
“I didn’t mean to be so weird”
“It just happened”
“Please just look at me in science class again. I wont do anything creepy, I just want to be friends.” I had to end his onslaught of messages by replying or this would get out of hand.
“Yeah I don’t know. I wanted to be friends too, but then you kissed me…”
“I know and i'm sorry, please just let me apologize in person okay?” I thought about it for a minute, then I felt the stare from my mother's gaze piercing into my skull. I didn’t need to look up at her to get the message so I went back to pushing my food around on my plate and taking the occasional bite of beans and rice. After dinner I went into my room and stripped for my shower. Looking in the mirror, something felt off about my appearance. There were bags under my eyes the size of baseballs and the color of shoe polish, but something more off putting kept drawing my eye. My neck seemed… fuller, and my stomach felt… softer. My cheeks and my chest looked different too. Every muscle group was starting to become more of just “a group” lacking the muscle. Damn… I’m getting fat.
I felt like such a girl by judging my appearance so heavily in front of the mirror, but there was no doubt that I was getting bigger and I can’t blame it on baby fat. To be honest I haven’t been playing outside as much or playing any sports really. I definitely don’t work out either. Thinking back to my short lived time spent in the gym, I wish I had stuck with it. I’ve got to do something to get ahead of this.
After my shower I finally responded to Sky, I told him that I was willing to be friends under two conditions. One, he can’t ever do that to me again, and two, he can’t tell Bjorn or anyone else that it ever happened. He agreed without hesitation and asked me when we could hangout again. I gave it some thought, and then remembered my unfortunate body examination from earlier.
“You ever run? Like around the neighborhood?” I asked.
“A few times, I’m not the best but I can hold my own for a few miles.”
“Cool, drop your address. This weekend I’m gonna run over to your place and we can meet up and see just how many miles you can hold your own on.” Sports are not my strongest suit, but running is easy for me. Hopefully catching a few morning runs each week will help burn off this intruding fat.
The next day at school I made eye contact with Sky finally. He seemed kind of nervous but still happy to see me. We had a brief conversation in between class about running together and making a schedule and route to run by. I was excited to get to hangout with him again, for a while now I’ve only been spending time with Bjorn and we’re both starting to get tired of that. Turns out I actually share a lunch period with Sky as well, and with no one else I wanted to sit with, we naturally stuck together. I could feel the stares as other kids looked out our new relationship. Everyone was desperate for drama, and anyone who hangs around me gets instantly labeled as gay. For all the teenage girls and boys around, and Bjorn being out of school injured, many of them created their own controversies in their heads seeing me and Sky hangout. It's all fantasy of course, I’m allowed to hangout with someone and not be dating them. But, I can’t lie, this boy has amazing teeth. Boys my age aren’t the best when it comes to teeth, which is why I always swooned over Bjorn’s personal hygiene. Although he has some serious competition with Sky, whose teeth are as white as a cloud in the- I almost chuckled out loud at the joke in my head.
We talked about skating for a little bit, a passion of his that I was too terrified to try. Regardless, he made a dedication that he would teach me at some point to at least ride a board without falling too hard. All the while we chatted I felt these butterflies floating around in my stomach and chest. Familiar feelings of the times me and Bjorn would chat about everything and nothing before we started dating. He would catch me looking a little too hard sometimes, and would smile softly until my attention returned. When the lunch bell rang I didn’t waste any time with farewells or see-you-laters, I waved him off, told him I would see him tomorrow and left in a hurry. It didn’t feel right talking to him for so long, especially with those butterflies, it made me feel guilty once again.
I made my way through the all familiar red door with the not-so-secret key that was given to me. As I crept towards his room I could hear him shouting some intense profanity into a seemingly empty house. When I slid the door open in front of me, I could make out his headset over his ears and the controller in his hands in the dark room. The only light in the room came from the action shooting across his TV screen and the Maple Butter scented candle by his bed on the nightstand. I bought him that candle, his room can get musty sometimes. His eyes darted across the screen rapidly, only taking a brief reprieve to glance my way before returning to the screen.
“Hey baby, I was just about to finish up-”
“No keep playing. I want to watch you play” I shed my bookbag and crawled into bed next to him, laying my head against his bare shoulder. He was entranced in his game, running around, shooting other macho, badass virtual soldiers being manned by 15 year olds in real life. Occasionally he would curse in his native language, which was odd because I know he prefers English swear words over his own. Then he started speaking in full foreign sentences into his headset, clearly talking to someone who understood. I looked up from his shoulder and mouthed “who is that?” to him to satisfy my curiosity. He held his hand over his mic and whispered back “my cousins.” I didn’t know his cousins had call of duty, or that they all played together, but I was happy to hear him joke along and rage and have fun with people he felt comfortable with. While they played I became increasingly restless. I watched his hands on the controller, gripping it firmly and whenever he got killed he would tense up and his veins would bulge in his forearm while the muscles in his stomach would tighten. His breathing was erratic, with sharp inhales and tiny grunts slipping from his lips. The whole scene was slightly erotic, watching him play so intensely under the mask of a dim candle light and virtual gunfire. My hands absentmindedly began to wonder and his breathing came to a halt when my fingers slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants. I looked up to gauge his reaction, he bit his lip and looked on at the screen wide eyed. I leaned forward, sliding my body down his bed slightly until I was able to plant a few tiny kisses around his abdomen. He looked down with a face of mock horror and a poorly disguised grin while mouthing the word “stop” he tried to hide a giggle but someone on the headset must have called him out on it because his face returned to a blank stare and he muttered a few words back into the mic. Determined to not be defeated by his game, I planted a few more kisses, then let my tongue trace the lines in between his muscles before lightly dipping into his belly button. In a hurry he grabbed the end of his mic to cover it and moaned with his eyes closed tight. My gaze wandered south, and beneath the gray fabric of his pants I could see that a second player had entered the game. I looked up again. Bjorn’s eyes were glazed over and hazy, almost dreamlike. He must have suffered a few deaths in his game because of my antics because he muted his mic, lowered his voice, and groaned his demands my way.
“You might as well finish what you started.”
I did. I pulled his waistband down, crawled between his legs, careful not to bump his cast, and looked deep into his eyes while my tongue dropped to his excited member. Before I could get anything started, he barked another command my way.
“No clothes”
I stripped my shirt, throwing it in his face as he tried to resume playing the game with his cousins. When I got down to my underwear, I made sure to step off the bed, turn around and wiggle my way out of them to put on a little show. This got him killed again as he took his eyes off screen but I didn’t hear a complaint. I took back the position between his legs and grasped his dick without much hesitation, even Bjorn seemed surprised at my sudden aggression.
“My turn. Unmute your microphone or I’m not continuing.” Bjorn looked down in shock, but I could tell this excited him when my handful of his began to throb.
“But they’ll hear me!” he exclaimed.
“Better be quiet then”
I held him in my hand and gently waved it back and forth while waiting on him to fulfill his end of the deal. He got the message, unmuted his mic and returned to his game with a mixture of fear and excitement on his face.
I’m still learning how to make Bjorn feel good when it comes to this stuff, but judging by his reactions as he looks down at his naked boyfriend between his legs, I don’t have to do much to get him off. I start with my tongue, and I explore around his foreskin, he grimaced and tensed a few times but no audible remarks or moans. Not good enough. I began to jerk him, watching the bright red tip peek out from its hiding spot. I took the tip in my mouth and then looked back into his eyes. He tried to keep his attention fully on the game, but his hips began to thrust involuntarily. Still not good enough. I took a deep breath, calmed my nerves, braced myself against his thigh and in one smooth movement I took his entire length down to the base. Breathing from my nose I held my position and felt him jumping around in my throat. I looked up, his eyes were closed again, his mouth was wide open, and he breathed out a long drawn out moan as his hand left the controller and moved to the back of my head. If only his eyes were open still, I would have gotten to see them roll back into his head. I want to chuckle seeing the state he was in but it was difficult with him pushing my uvula out of the way. Truly I’m impressed with myself. I don’t think I can do much moving or use my tongue yet, but being able to hold him here and still breathe was beyond my own expectations and quite clearly his too.
Bjorn desperately tried to bring himself back down to earth and answer his teammates why he just made that sound but he was so lost in ecstasy that he barely made an attempt to cover it up.
“Huh? Nah, that wasn’t me.” He weakly spoke into the microphone while his fingers stroked my hair.
I pulled off of him slowly, took another deep breath and went down again, this time with more difficulty as I stopped halfway, breathed, and then continued to the root. Bjorn’s other hand released the controller and wanted to move down to my head as well, but his shoulder was still in its sling and restricted it from moving that far. He made a fist with that spare hand, probably trying to control his urge to push my head down into his crotch. I continued my little game while he was clearly losing his. The death screen from his television illuminated the back wall red with defeat coupled with the faint sound of gunfire and raging teenagers coming from his speakers. The only thing coming from my boyfriend was sharp and shallow breaths with small grunts tagging along behind them. We made eye contact when I bottomed out on him the next time. The beautiful arctic glaciers in his eyes melted into a pool of ocean water as the steam escaped from his lungs. He bit his lip. His hand gripped tightly to my hair. His hips started to move despite his efforts to remain still. Holding my ground this time I let him start to hump into my throat while we looked into each other's eyes. Finally he gave in. His eyes closed shut, his head fell to the pillow and his hips started to thrust harder into my eager mouth. Unable to keep up with his movements, I let off of his base and took only the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it with passion.
“FUUUCK” he groaned.
I waited for the fruits of my labor when suddenly the hand holding my head pushed down hard and made me catch all of it with him halfway deep into my mouth. This of course made me cough and lose some of it, but I wasn’t angry. The look of surprise and remorse on his face made me realize he was just a victim to the pleasure of it all, so when I finished coughing I crawled my way up his chest and towards the heavy breaths that needed to be in my mouth and not wasted into the air around us. Our tongues began to dance before I could swallow what did make it there, he paid no mind to it. Between our exchanging of breaths he grabbed the headset and controller he was using and launched them across the room and onto the floor with a crash. I was concerned about him possibly breaking his equipment when his hand came down hard on the left cheek of my bare bottom. After yelping with surprise I launched my teeth at his neck and started leaving aggressive hickeys and bite marks above his collar bone on the uninjured side. All of his injuries must have made this whole encounter extremely painful for him. I think that smack on the ass was a little bit of punishment for causing him pain but making it feel too good for him to want me to stop. We laid there, playing with each other's skin and feeling the soft embraces of our lips and warm flesh.
“Tell your mom you’re staying for dinner.”
“Oh yeah? What are we having?”
“You already ate, so I’m having you.”
“As good as that sounds, I gotta get home soon. Need to do my own homework before bed.”
His tone softened and his wondering hand moved to the small of my back.
“Thanks for helping me so much. I don’t deserve it. When this is all said and done I’m gonna have a big surprise for you.”
“Oh yeah? What is it?” I was genuinely curious what he had planned.
“It’s a surprise dork. I can’t tell you.”
I huffed and puffed but to no avail, he didn’t let up on his secret. It was time to get going so I kissed him one last time, retrieved the slightly bent headset and cracked controller from the ground, and blew out the candle beside him.
“Text you later cutie” he shouted as I closed the door behind me.
In the kitchen I spotted a box of peppermint tea bags sitting on the counter and thought it would be nice to make him some sleepytime tea before I left to help him rest. After spending a few minutes brewing a cup, I returned to his doorway only to hear the sound of him sawing logs on the other side of the door. Seems like I really wore him out. I poured the tea down the sink, snuck a bottle of water and two advils onto his nightstand and made my way to the front door.
Going into the shower that night, I took another look in the mirror and recognized the same issues I noticed yesterday. Feeling a little sorry for myself, I did what any teenager would do and snapped a few pics to send to my boyfriend. When he wakes up he’ll be sure to leave me some nice compliments and give me some reassurance. So I posed naked in front of the mirror for a few pics, both front and back, and sent them to the name at the top of my messages list. When my phone buzzed immediately with the only reply being “woah” I was surprised to think that Bjorn would be awake already. Opening the message, I realized that someone else had messaged me after Bjorn and replaced him as the most previous message right before I sent them. My boyfriend didn’t receive the handful of nudes I sent, but Sky sure did.
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