Ry and Sly Stories
Ry's condition improved steadily over the next two days. I persuaded my Dad to get me permission to spend the nights in Ry's room. They had a chair that folded back into a kind of lounge chair and I slept in that. Well, a couple of times I managed to crawl up onto his bed and snuggle with him. He called me his pain medicine. When we took him home, my father and I gave Ry the grand tour of the house; first showing him our spacious kitchen, the oak wood cabinetry and chrome appliances shining to a perfect gleam. Next we left my dad to the books in his library while I lead Ry into my large, well lit bedroom. The room was filled with my double bed covered in a warm, thick comforter and, of course, my clothing haphazardly strewn about. On my walls were posters of Rafael Nadal laying in the clay of Roland Garros after his second French Open title. Ry asked where all his clothes were. “Here, in my closet” I replied. I gathered up his clothes from the closet floor and laid them out on the bed for him. While doing so, I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way he looked, so stunning; even with just regular clothes he looked beautiful. I couldn't help but start to blush, noticing that my erection was starting to creep it's way back into the surface. I then examined his clothing once again, and picked out what I thought would look good on him. I walked over to him, blushing, as I could feel my erection forming hard inside my pants. Yet, I tried not to let it bother me. I held out his clothes, with a blush on my face. “Umm... Here..”
He took the clothes from my hands and put them beside him, feeling the textures of the clothes I picked, handling them with a gentleness so unexpected. I was delighted that he loved the clothes I picked for him out of the clothes I rescued from his closet at his former home. After a minute of feeling the clothing and staring at them, he looked at me, straight in the eyes. I simply froze in excitement, yet tried to hide the fact that I was ready to pounce the life out of him. Ry then stood up and walked over to me. I could feel time starting to stop, if only for a moment. Ry put his hands on my chin and pulled me into a delicate, warm peck on the lips, which at that moment I could hardly ignore, though I tried not to get too excited. He put his hand in mine and guided me over to the bed, where we sat for a minute without speaking to one another. My heart was pounding with excitement while waiting anxiously for a chance to kiss him again. It seemed like forever until that moment came. By the graces of god it did come, and I took it easy at first so as not to seem too abrupt. Ry started to run his fingers through my hair, slowly. I remember it well; his gentle fingers running through my hair, like soft flowers. He was examining me, trying to figure me out without words. After all, words at this point would ruin the mood. Afterwards, he got behind me on the bed and started messaging my shoulders, to relieve any stress I might have been feeling. “You shouldn't feel so nervous” he said to me. I was in heaven. I couldn't believe that this was happening. “I can't really help it” I replied. “And, why is that?” He then turned me to face him. There we were, facing each other, moments away from the inevitable that was to come. Ry wrapped his arms around me slowly, looking into my eyes. He pulled me in and that is when our lips met. It was a gentle kiss, soft and sweet, but powerful enough to knock me right out. It was from him and that was enough for me to be happy. After a moment I pulled away. Looking at Ry, smiling, I said “Thank you”. Then I kissed him again. “I love you” I whispered. Looking back at me he echoed “I love you too.” It was heaven and it was magic. It was too much; the pressure, the time, the looks and the whispered “I love you's”. So Ry started moving his hand delicately down my back. I adored his touch; I melted in it. I was in love and so what's a guy to do? Ry started to lift up my shirt, and I lifted up his. I was blushing even as my heart was beating hard. I could hear the beating in my ears while I looked at his muscular beauty. He was mine, and I was his. I simply couldn't wait. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him in a rush towards me. Stuffing my tongue down his mouth I pinned him to the bed, not giving him a chance to resist me. I wanted more; I needed more than this. Yet all I could do was try and please him. He tried to rise up to me and greet my lips with his. I let him, for we wanted each other.
