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It's so crazy to me...how the sun shines just a little bit brighter when Deme and I are riding our bikes, side by side. The air smells a little bit sweeter. And it's like I can hear the gentle rustling of every leaf that gets touched by the gentle breeze surrounding us. My life feels like bursting with so much color whenever I turn my head to the side and see the waves of his dark brown hair floating back behind him, his profile...an immaculate work of art that defies all description. If only I had the words...I'd carve them into a giant stone tablet and leave it behind to heal the whole world. I swear.

Since we were both kind of taking our time, only traveling fast enough to remained balanced on two wheels, we missed the traffic light on one of the busier streets and came to a stop, leaning over to hold ourselves upright. Deme and I exchanged a look, and he was the first one to crack a cute smile...causing me to blush profusely and get short of breath from having his adorability factor sucker punch me right in the stomach. Hehehe! "Stop that..." I mumbled.

"Yes, you did. Just stop it. You're making me look weird out here." I said, and Deme immediately tried to hide his smile from me. But the harder he worked to hold it back, the worse his infatuation for me became, and soon he was holding his breath and trying to look away from me...but nothing worked. He started to snicker to himself again, and it made me laugh out loud. "Deme! C'mon, dude!"

"Well...you failed. Miserably." I replied with a mock pout, feeling my heart hammering up against my ribs until my hands began to tremble and my knees went all weak on me.

"Good." He said. "I'm glad I fail, because I don't want to hold back on anything that I have to give you. Never." Deme was blushing almost as hard as I was now, and we didn't even notice that we had missed another light, just standing there on the street corner and gawking at one another like a couple of misfits. Not that I minded though. How much are a few giggles worth if not shared with someone you truly care about? You know?

"Hehehe...you, seriously, know how to navigate your way straight to the center of my heart, don't you?"

But after a pause, watching me grin as he blessed me with an infatuated smirk, Deme said, "Come over."

"To my house. For a little while." He replied. "I can't help but to feel all 'topsy turvy' over you, right now."

My eyes widened a little bit, but my smile remained strong. "Isn't your dad home?"

He shrugged his shoulders in the cutest way. "I don't know. He thinks I am still working at Papa Milo's. He might have gone somewhere. Perhaps. I'm not sure. But we can check...together. Maybe? Yes?"

A nervous tremor rumbled its way through me as I fought to keep my composure...and I nodded silently at first, finally finding the courage to squeak out a quiet, "O-O-Ok...I mean, if you want to."

I playfully gave him a sideways look, "You're trying to seduce me, aren't you? Hehehe!"

"Oh no! My beautiful Shane has catched me!" He laughed. "Wait...has...caught? Caught, I meant to say..."

"It's ok. I got the message." And then, even with a full street full of cars passing us by...I leaned over to kiss Deme lightly on the cheek. I doubt that anybody driving noticed the display of affection, but what really surprised me was the idea that I don't think it would have mattered much if they had. Who cares? I've got my sweetheart. Right here, right now. In the flesh. And he's more than I ever could have wished for without him setting up my personal blueprint for perfection. I'm sure if they quit staring at us and focused some of their gossip energy on their own loneliness...they could find a sweetheart of their very own.

Like Deme said...I don't want to hold back on anything that I could possibly have to give him.

While just patiently taking our time to ride around town before we had an actual destination to reach, there was really no rush to bring our time together to an abrupt and painful end. But now that Deme had given me the invitation of a lifetime, we seemed to be in much more of a hurry to get to his house. I mean, even if it turned out that his dad was home...it would be a huge bonus to maybe find a room or a dark basement or...hell, I'd even make out with him in a CLOSET if we think we can get away with it for a few minutes or so. It really doesn't matter to me at all.

I don't think that I've ever craved another boy the way that I do Deme. It's such an invigorating feeling to not have to wander aimlessly through the extremely vague, super thick, 'fog' of wanting to find someone to love in my life...someday. If I'm lucky. Being with Dimitry...everything was so crystal clear. I now knew exactly what I wanted from a boyfriend. And it's such a comfort to know that my deepest, most magical, wishes for a boy just like that...actually exists in the real world. He's right here next to me. And, win or lose...I'll never be the same again.

We could hardly get our bikes down into Deme's basement fast enough once we got to his house. He unlocked the door with his house key, and we both practically tossed them against the nearest wall before I sensed his arms seeking me out in the darkness. Our lips met with a hunger and our tongues were quick to follow. I know that we could barely see anything down there, but we both closed our eyes anyway. Call it instinct, I guess. And as we stepped closer to one another, Deme had to lean back against one of the storage bins down there just to keep his balance as I attacked him with as much passion and lustful yearning as my young heart could take without exploding into a fireworks display of glitter and rainbows. Hehehe, oh GOD...Deme's lips were so soft. So exquisite in their shape and angelic design. I couldn't get enough of them...and it wasn't until I began to whimper in high pitched tones, my hardness and his pressed against one another while he reached back to grab two handfuls of my ass and pull me even further into his sensual embrace, that Deme suddenly came to his senses and attempted to catch his breath as he craned his neck up to look up to the top of the basement steps.

"Papa?" He called out. "Papa? Are you home?" There was no answer, and Deme smiled sweetly, stealing a few more kisses from me. He waited for an answer, but the house was quiet upstairs. He whispered, "I think he might be elsewhere."

"Wait. I will go and check." He said, and kissed me on the cheek. "Try to not be so hard. Just in case he didn't hear me. M'kay?"

"M'kay." I said, and I tried to deal with the cold air that seemed to rush past me as we parted ways so he could check upstairs to see if we might have the house to ourselves for a little while. I missed his body heat soooo much. I needed to be connected to him again, like...right away. Wow, I'm so hard right now that it hurts. I was trying to get it to maybe go down a little bit, or angle it a certain way in my pants where it wouldn't show so much. I have one of those erections that sticks, like...straight up against my belly, you know? So I can't tuck it downward into my undies like some boys can. And I'm a pretty decent size, but not so big that I can trap it effectively in the waistband of pants without it slipping and sticking out again. And God forbid if I start getting so excited that a wet spot forming at the tip. That would be really really hard to explain.

I could hear Deme walking around the house above me, and calling out to his dad...then things went silent for a few seconds, and he opened the basement door to eagerly beckon me to come up and join him. "All of the coast is super clear, Shane!" He said, a huge smile on his face. Hehehe, I've never quite heard it said like that, but I rushed up those stairs so fast that I nearly slipped and banged my knee halfway up.

"Nope!" He grinned. "He left a note. He says he is going to get extra wood and materials to fix up the back porch for not as much money." Then he asked me, "Where is...ummm...what is Indiana?"

"Well, I mean...no. Not really. Depends on where he's going, I guess. Do you know when he left?" I asked.

"It doesn't say. But he says he left a store brand lasagna tin in the freezer, with some instructions in case he is not home in time for dinner. Or he says I can get something from Milo's and he will pay later." Then, without warning, his kissed me on the cheek. "Maybe you can spend the night!"

"Hahaha! Indiana is really not far away, Deme! But...that might be cool to do someday, though. I don't want us to get caught doing something naughty." I blushed.

"Well...I will make this softer and take it out of the freezer, then we can eat here for dinner. If your mom doesn't mind." He beamed cheerfully. "And then...while it thaws...we can..." He hesitated for a second, displaying a bashful moment of cuteness before assuming anything. "...We can hang out. Like the cool guys do, right?"

"Hehehe, yeah...just like the cool guys do." I said, and he quickly pulled this silver tin of lasagna out of the freezer and set it down on the counter before turning back to me and taking me lightly by the hand and guiding me back towards his bedroom. There was plastic all over the floor, and Deme was sure to make sure that I didn't trip over anything that I might not be paying attention to.

"Sorry. Papa is painting all of the walls in the house now. I tell him enough is enough but he is determined to make it all match. I am almost sick of the odor of it all." He grinned.

"It's ok. I totally get it." I said. "The house looks awesome. You guys are almost all moved in now."

"I hope so. I want to finally fix my room and hang up some posters or something."

As we walked into his room, I asked, "You have posters and stuff...?" But I wasn't able to finish before he grabbed me by the waist and started ravenously kissing me again. It was adorable how he could go from being such a shy little boy to such an expressive lover in a matter of seconds. It was so HOT to me, for some reason!

But just as the back of my legs hit his bed, and my loss of balance got me to fall back into a sitting position, with Deme quickly pulling his T-shirt up over his head and inspiring me to do the same...he took a moment to just look at me. You know...it's crazy to know that some people out there will never have someone like Deme look at them the way he looks at me sometimes. There's so much heart, so much dedication, in a look like that. It's a surreal experience...the joy of knowing that you are someone else's dream boy. It's wordless and flattering to the point of almost feeling awkward, you know?

Deme lightly ran his fingers over my shoulders with a soft and heartwarming smile. "Freckles on your shoulders too? Very sexy. I wish I could have the same. So very cute." He moaned with admiration. "Wait...I will lock the door in case Papa comes home early. K? I know we're alone, but we must be quiet. Deal?"

"Me too..." Deme closed his bedroom door, locking it by pushing in the little knob in the center of the doorknob, and then he immediately began taking his shirt off right there in front of me. Getting myself all excited, I yanked my own shirt off too and threw it to the side, expecting him to come over and start kissing me again. But he didn't stop there. Instead, he reached down to unbutton and unzip his pants too...which widened my eyes a bit, but I struggled to keep my jaw from dropping all the way down to the floor. Oh wow! So, like...we're really doing this right now? OK!!! I'm...holy shit...I'm ready! Omigod, I'm SO ready!

I thrust my hands down too to get these stupid pants off of me, and breathlessly unfastened them as I squirmed and wiggled my way out of their cumbersome confines, hoping to soon bathe myself in some really sexy, boy on boy, contact. Can he actually hear my heart beating this hard? Because I can. And it was enough to almost deafen me to anything other than Deme's heavy breathing as he approached me on the bed, his hardness poking straight out as he leaned me back on the mattress and pushed himself into me with nothing but the thin fabric of our underwear between us as his lips connected to mine once again.

I swear...it was a religious experience, being alone with my heart's greatest desire like this. Who could have ever imagined that a young boy in love could be so special...you know?

Feeling Deme's gentle weight on top of me, his body heat mixing with my own as we melted into one another as though this was how life was always meant to be for the both of us all along...I began to feel a bit lightheaded from the sensual contact, and was worried that I might let loose with a powerful eruption waaaay before I wanted to. I was determined to hold out for a while, but...oh God...this was Deme! He's too hot for me to even entertain the idea that I could keep from cumming as hard as humanly possible when he was loving me like this. I was soooo close. Shit...I'm just going to have to explode and hope that I can work up another sizable load for him before his dad finds his way back home. I don't see any other way out of the situation.

It sort of took me out of the moment when Deme suddenly disconnected his lips from mine without warning. I opened my eyes, and he was looking down at me with...such a warm and empathetic expression on his super pretty face. I'm not sure why my emotions felt as though they were so confused by this intimate moment between us...but they twisted themselves up in this really tight knot that almost made me want to cry. Not from sadness...or from fear...or even tears of joy, to be honest. There was just this dreamy, unspoken, connection between us where our eyes connected...and it was full of so much truth, so much vulnerability...that it was overwhelming me in ways that I don't think I was prepared for.

It was the kind of moment that life simply can't teach you or brace you for the impact of it all until you're stuck in the middle of it. And I had to really fight to keep my feelings from smothering me until I simply couldn't breathe anymore.

"No, it's ok. What is it?" I said, desperate to hear his cute voice say just about anything, as long as I get to be here underneath him to hear it.

"Perhaps I shouldn't..." He said, but after pushing him a bit more, he finally caved in and told me, "I'm in love with you, Shane. I think...no...I know that I am deeply in love with you."

But, Deme's eyes detached themselves from our intense connection. Almost as if in shame. "No. I don't know if you truly understand what I say." He said. And he sort of sniffled for a second, raising an arm to wipe his eyes on the back of his wrist. "I feel as though...I really...really...am in love with you. And everything about you. I'm sorry if this seems so fast, but I cannot help what my heart is telling me. And it is telling me that...you are more than my present. You are my future. I don't think I want anyone else. Ever. I think I feel a bit scared of this...but I don't know how to protect this feeling if I don't tell you about it now. I hurt for you, Shane. All the time. I don't know how to not hurt for you anymore."

"Wow..." I said, feeling a lump in the back of my throat growing bigger and burning hotter than it was just a few minutes ago. This was probably the most genuine confession of true love that I've ever heard before in my entire life, and I only wish that I could have something equally as fulfilling to offer him in return when it came to telling him that I felt the same way.

"I'm sorry." He said, with watery eyes. "Papa always says that I am too sensitive. I don't even know if you understand, fully, what I say now."

"I understand." I sniffled myself. And then I craned my neck up to kiss his delicate lips once again, laying my head back down on the mattress as his beautiful eyes and olive tinted skin looked down upon me, his dark hair hanging down...almost as if it was reaching out for me so we could be one with each other again as soon as possible.

"You do?" Deme said, a sad smile beginning to spread out on his face. "Heh...I guess my English worked this time then."

"For a feeling like this...? You don't need it." I said. "No language barriers here."

"No. Not at all." I replied. And then looked him in those big bright eyes of his and told him, "S'agapo..."

He giggled in the cutest way before leaning down to deliver a bashfully boyish kiss on the lips. "You remember."

"It's hard to forget..." I said. "...When you really mean it." Then I made sure to tell him, "I'm in love with you too, Deme."

"Good." He said, wiping his eyes again. "This is very good." And he kissed me again...deeply...as we felt ourselves moving into a much more heated position. It seems like we've been waiting for this for a long time. Might as well enjoy it for everything that it is. Right?