Leone Frasier was living the aftermath of a tragic car crash that took his mother's life and left him barely able to walk on his feeble legs. He has had to endure the loss of his mother, the wrath of an abusive father, and all the added weight that...
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At first, I wasn't so sure if I'd heard his confession correctly, mostly because of how incredible his lips had felt on mine. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw all the fear and anticipation that had built up just to release from within him.
Once we've both come to realize what just happened, that's when a mutual wash of clarity had visibly overtaken us.
Oh no.
This is gonna change everything now, isn't it?
It's all my fault.
He's for sure gonna think I'm some fucking creep now.
"Well, that was..." Leone nervously mumbled out with his face red and his lips so beautifully plush.
Without hesitation, I threw him a frantic look that expressed my fear at him thinking so differently of me now. I know that must've taken a lot for him to say, and the last thing I wanted to do was make it all about me by kissing him. God, I kissed him. I kissed him, and I wished that I could do it over and over again.
"I'm sorry." My voice full of soft-spoken sincerity. "I don't know why I did that. I really just meant to thank you for even trusting me enough to tell me your secret, but then... you looked so..." The courage it took for him to break the silence to reveal his true self was nothing short of inspiring, but I couldn't help but wonder if I was able to do the same.
Don't get me wrong, being gay is one thing, and I'm glad that Leone deemed me worthy enough to confide that secret in me; however, being a blood-sucking monster who isn't as sure about his own sexuality is another. Surely it's gonna take more than words and facial expressions to come to a conclusion about all of it, but with a kiss added into the mix, suddenly I felt a bit closer to solving the puzzle that was my emotions.
"It's okay, I-I liked it," Leone looked up at me with his bulbous eyes and their adorable sheen. "I just hope you didn't do that because you felt bad for me." After a small, broken murmur, he shyly looked away.
I brushed a finger beneath his chin and lifted it up, meeting his gaze directly with mine. "No! No, no, of course not! Let's just—we should just forget that even happened." I whispered as I held him close, unable to stop myself from looking deep into his eyes as his face turned into a shade of bright red. "I'm sorry, Leone."
"B-But what if I wanna do it again?" Leone slowly suggested as his delicate features resembled those of an innocent yet abandoned puppy, fragile and full of wavering trust that I surely didn't mind working hard to earn.
"Then you do just what I did." I couldn't help but smile like an idiot at what he just said. I could have died right there. "Kiss me." I tucked a honeycomb strand behind his ear before bringing both of my hands against his waist.
Leone brought his arms around my neck before getting up on his tiptoes to kiss me. Of course, kissing him back suddenly became the only thing in the world that made sense, so I did it until I ran out of breath. I no longer even knew whose lips and tongue were whose, but I didn't mind; I figured as long as it was him conducting my blurry train of thoughts, I would willingly ride it till the wheels fell off.
