Whenever I’m weary
From the battles that rage in my head
Your mixes of madness
When my sanity hangs by a thread
I lose my way but still you seem to understand
Now and forever
I will be your man
I remember the day you designated that our song. You remembered when I sang it on the Mickey Mouse Club. You
jumped around the bus singing it, saying it was my song to you. I
smiled and kissed your lips. You
giggled, told me you loved me. Chris
made fun of you. Called you names
and made fun of our love. You
cried. It was the first and only time I ever raised my fist to one of
our friends. It was the first and
last time Chris ever made fun of you. It
might have had something to do with his black eye and busted lip.
We found out a week ago. We cried. We
held each other. We spent
forty-eight hours with the guys. No
one went to sleep. We stayed up
laughing, talking, and crying. It
was precious time. We hugged,
kissed, and left. We flew up to my
parents. We spent two days with
them. They told us they loved us. We
left. We flew to Justin’s parents. It was so similar. The
tears were shed. They prayed and
kissed us both. Now it’s just the
two of us. The way it has always
been. Justin and I. That’s the way things should always be.
The television just went off the air. Broadcasters
say we have almost four hours before the asteroid hits. Four
hours until life seize to exist. It’s
kinda funny. I remember watching Armageddon and laughing at the absurdity. Nothing
like that could ever happen. I was
wrong.
But the thing that strikes me the hardest. That shakes me to the core, is that I’m not scared. I’m
not scared for the guys. I’m not
scared for our families. I’m not
scared for myself. I know that we
will all be together. They say
nothing is going to survive this hit. Total
devastation. So we’ll all go to
the other side as a group. The way
things have always been. But I am
scared. I’m scared for Justin. My
precious baby. He’s lying in my
arms and I can feel his tears sliding down my bare chest. I
squeeze him tight, offering what comfort I can. He’s terrified and I hate that I can’t take his fears, his
pain, and make them my own.
I know what people think of him. He’s
untouchable. He is a man. He has the body of a Greek God, and the face of an angel. But
that’s not who he is. He is my
baby. He’s a young boy. He
needs affection, love, caresses. He’s
amazing.
Sometimes I just hold you
Too caught up in me to see
I'm holding a fortune
That heaven has given to me
I'll try to show you each and every way I can
Now and forever
I will be your man
We have been here in bed all day. Together,
linked by arms, joined by legs. I
can’t let go of him. We’ve made
love six times. No wait, we’ve
made love four times. Twice, we
fucked. Frenzied and furious. I
didn’t want to hurt him, but his nails opening the flesh on my back only
encouraged a faster, harder pace. It
was beautiful.
He’s rubbing his nose against mine. That’s
his little signal. He wants to make
love again. Our friends and family
used to laugh at me. They way I
could read his every sign, interpret his every gesture, and hear his every
thought. Those are the most special
times. They are the moments I
treasure most. When he lifts one
eyebrow, he’s feeling mischievous. When
he rubs his ankle, he is in deep thought about his music. When
his fingers strum steadily against his thigh, he’s pissed. When he bites at my collarbone, he wants to fuck. When
he rubs at his cheekbone, he’s trying not to cry. And
when he nose nuzzles he wants to make love. I
adore his signals. They’re a part
of me.
I lick across his lips and kiss him gently, almost a whisper of a kiss. We
breathe the same air and I can feel him hardening against my leg. My
hands, hands that are cradling his head tickled by the fuzz there, slide down
his back. I could do this all day. Feel
this baby soft skin. I don’t stop
at his back, running over the curve of his bottom, grazing the tops of his
thighs. Not until then do my hands move back up his body.
Our kisses have intensified, but they are still slow and delicate. Tasting
more than kissing. He’s
straddling me now and I can’t help but pet his cheek, his jaw. He
turns into my palm, placing soft kisses on it. And
then his mouth is on mine. Tongue,
smooth velvet, moving with natural skill against mine. I cup his round bottom, caress those smooth cheeks in my hand.
I hear him moan and it hurts my
heart. It’s music to me. He’s moans of ecstasy. I
can’t get enough of them.
He grinds into me and this time, I’m the one releasing the groan. He’s
getting anxious and he wants me in him. He
won’t use the lube I grab for, reasoning that we’ve made love enough today
and he can handle it. And then he’s lowering himself on me, allowing me to hear
that beautiful music.
My heart jerks and my minds spins into action, as I feel myself filling him. It’s
too much.
He’s fourteen and curious. I can
feel skittish lips, laying messy wet kisses on my closed mouth. I see the hurt in his eyes as I gently push him away.
Now I can rest my worries and always be sure
He’s fifteen and nervous. I can
feel him resting against me as I part his lips with my tongue. I
can feel his body tense when I move away. I
can feel him relax when I move back in.
That I won't be alone anymore
He’s sixteen and anxious. I can
feel his hands burying themselves in my hair. I
feel his hips arching to meet my mouth. I
can see his flushed cheeks and wet lips when he orgasms.
If I'd only known you were there all the time
He’s seventeen and scared. I can
feel him pulling me closer. I can
taste the salty tears running down his cheeks as I enter him. I can hear his moans of passion and pain. I
can feel his legs gripping tighter around my waist. I
can see his blue eyes staring into mine. I
can smell him. His smell. I see his heart fill.
All this time
He’s twenty-one now. He’s not
the fourteen year-old little boy anymore. People
say he’s a man. But my senses
tell me different. He’s still
that same little boy to me. Full of
love and passion. My baby.
I focus on him now. As I rock back
and forth in him. As he moves
up and down on me. It’s too
intense. We reach the edge at the same time and fall over it together. Together.
I can tell he doesn’t want to separate. He moves slowly, clenching his muscles. He wants me to remain in him. He’s covering my chest with his body. I’m covering his face with butterfly kisses. We’re
connected.
Until the day the ocean doesn't touch the sand
Now and forever I will be your man
I’m not scared. We’ll always be
connected. I’ll always have my
mind. I’ll always have my
memories. I’ll always have you. My
baby.
Now and forever I will be your man
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