Blake couldn't sleep.
Jake's picture hung across his bed like a taunting figure. Smiling like the fox he was, teeth glistening like hell. The gleam in his eyes reminded him of happier days. Lovelier days, when he would wake up right next to him, whispering, "Good morning sleepyhead."
A lone tear dropped.
Blake lay mesmerized at the picture, no longer seeing a handsome boy with a crooked smile. He saw flashes of yesterdays, like a bad rerun on the TV: he saw Jake's face in front of him like the smiling idiot that he is, kissing him, as he would every morning.
"Sleepyhead..." the nickname scortched in him like a bad martini.
He closed his eyes, "Make love to me one more time, baby."
"For old time's sake?" Jake replied, "Tell me what you want me to do."
"I want to be inside you."
Jake straddled over him and kissed him. His tongue had that minty-sweet taste, like he just chewed gum or something. His kisses burnt as it touched Blake's skin, he could die...
A strange sound came out of his lips as Jake continued to make him hard, harder than stone. His hands were warm, carressing his body like flame. Jake's tongue found blake'ear and it felt so sinful. He could feel those teeth gently nibble him.
Jake slid into position, commanding, like a god. Blake's hardness melted inside him, he was warm, he engulfed him. Soon he was lost inside his god, staring him like it hurt, staring at him like he enjoyed it.
"You hurt so good, baby," he would say as if in a trance, "You hurt so good inside me..."
Blake grabbed anything he could on Jake. He gabbed his torso, like it was far away. Jake did his dance, a crazy, epileptic display of ecstasy, of pain, of pleasure... His own hardness knocked on Blake's body as it were knocking. Blaked grabbed that piece of flesh and played hard... he wanted to make Jake explode.
"No... baby, please..."
"Give it to me, babe."
"I'll make a mess all over you," he pleaded. His face was beautifully distorted. He knew he couldn't hold it. He was going to blow... "I'll shoot..."
Blake wanted him to shoot. Yeah. He wanted to taste him. He wanted his seed all over his face. In his mouth.
"Baby! Nooo...."
Blake felt a warm gush of molten grace shoot at his open lips. He tasted it. He felt it. He raised his eyes and saw nothing on top of him.
He came on his own. He spazzed and shook, and moaned, and convulsed. But his hardness only shrank in his own hand.
And across the room, Jake, in his portrait, wearing his crooked smile.
More tears came.
