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Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear

Date: 1/8/2015, Categories: Fiction, Boy / Boy, Gay, Teen Male / Female, Author: VanillaNightt, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

him. I follow his finger, spot the small island towards the middle of the lake, spot the tiny cabin alone on the water. "Caden," I breathe. "What is this?" "Home," he says, breaking his silence and smiling. "For the night, anyway." He pulls up next to the boy, who is similarly as beautiful as Caden. "This is Rye," he says. "Or Ryan, whichever you prefer." "Rye is good," I say as he swings my door open. "Hi, Rye." "Afternoon," he shoots back and extends a hand. "Let me help you down." "I'm okay. This lady is capable," I say which sends him into a fit of laughter. "Lady or not it's just common decency." He smiles wider and shuts my door after I hop out. "Boat is ready, check! Generator at cabin, full and ready. Ice chest, stocked!" "We won’t be needing the generator, thanks. Nice gesture, though." "It gets pretty dark," Rye says. "When I close my eyes it's pretty dark," he says and falls to my side, wrapping his arm around my waste. "And even then all I see is Nyx." Then he grabs my face with his free hand, tilts my face upwards, and kisses my lips. It's a drawn out kiss, long and powerful. His serpent-like tongue wraps itself around my own, caresses mine with strange romance. I melt against him, my knees feeling weak, and he catches my to his chest, never breaking the kiss, never taking a breath. When we do, I look at him. He doesn't smile, just holds my gaze. "I love you," he says, his eyes daggers against my own. I continue my gaze, see something behind them. Something I ... can't quite decipher. "What's wrong," I ask him and he pulls away from me. "Nothing." "I don't believe you," I say, and that's when he looks at me. I mean, really looks at me. And his eyes glisten and swell and he just says, "This eternal battle in me. It's eating me alive. You did nothing wrong. You've done nothing wrong, neither of us have. It's just—take a boy who has been straight all his life, and do the thing that makes his entire façade fall to pieces. I doubt myself. I question everything. “I want you. I need you. This came fast, too fast, too soon, and when everything is screaming at me to take my time, sort it out, my heart is telling me to leap, jump off the heights. If I'm right I'll soar, but if I'm wrong I'll crash and burn. "Do you get that? Can’t you understand how incredibly scary that is?" I nod, press the flat of my palm against his heart. It thunders in his chest, and I’m sent back to the night of the accident. The thunder. The wild boar. Skidding along the road until we hit the ditch, sent spinning out into the open to crash against a tree. Left to die. Fear. It’s been here all along, whether we’ve agreed to it or not. I feared things would change for the worst; confess your heart and pretend things will be okay, only the love of your life rejects you and you die a little inside. Fear. I can respect that. I strengthen my knees, push myself to eye level. “I understand,” I say to him quietly. “And I love you, too.” He kisses me and— “…it time for you guys to ...