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Kyle runs a hand through his hair in frustration. âI just wanted this so badly, I wanted to be able  to do this all by myself and I fucked it up. I canât even pay the rent for this month.â he finishes the last of his wine despite the churning in his stomach. âI wanted you to be proud of me. I need help.â
Troy shakes his head and says, âI am proud of you though, you shouldnât have to do it alone, if you need help, you need help.â Troy kissed the males cheek and wraps his arms around the male. âIâm going to help you, itâs all going to be okay, I love you,â he whispers.
A few months later and everything is still as perfect as ever. Kyleâs back to working- although only part time, and their small infant is growing like a weed. Heâs almost 18 months, and it scares Kyle. It scares him because he knows they wanted more children, but heâs not sure when they planned on it. Was Troy expecting him to get pregnant any day now? Was that why they stopped using protection again, or was his husband- yes husband, theyâd gotten married in the few months that passed- just wanting to feel closer? Either way, Kyleâs mind was reeling with speculations, all the while his studio was in debt. He wouldnât tell his lover, he refused to accept the fact that his dreams were fading and everything heâs wanted for so long is crumbling. He just continues trying to make ends meet. He turns off everything before he leaves, including the heat, he practices in the dark occasionally, heâs even slightly lowered the price of what heâs making because he refuses to let these children, teens, and himself lose sight of their passion for dance. Instead he freaks out every time a bill comes to their house for the rent of his studio because thereâs no way heâll be able to renovate the back room for another practice area at this rate. That brings him to where he is now, drinking a glass of wine at the kitchen table with bills, cursing himself for not being able to handle all of this responsibility.
Troy walked into the kitchen late from a meeting seeing his husband at the table. The male always insisted on paying the bills and Troy didnât understand why. Troy walked over and spotted late notices and bills and his eyes widened. âKyle, honey are you okay?â He asks stroking the males hair gently and kissing his temple. âAre you having trouble with the dance studio? I can help you know, if youâd just let me, you donât have to do it all on your own. Weâre married now whatâs mine is yours, Iâll pay for it, donât worry love.â He saw his husband losing color and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. âKyle?â
âyes,â he breathed slowly moving his hands down and reaching for the others chest before heâs tucking himself underneath the boys chin and cuddling into his chest. a soft whimper falls from his lips once heâs settled and comfortable. already beginning to feel the warmth radiating off the others body to his own. instantly beginning to feel safer despite the throbbing pain in his hands and the headache thatâs beginning to form behind his eyes. âam i really that hard to get along with? for people to accept me.â Â
troy shakes his head and strokes the males hair very gently. he kisses the others forehead and whispers, âno youâre not. there are going to be a lot people i guess who treat you as less than human and will hurt you and try to break you down. and i wish i could protect you from that. just know that i love you tommy, i accept you and i know that you are amazingly talented and you have done a great job at adapting to the circumstances you have been dealt. youâre treated less than human, and iâm treated more so at times. they expect the best out of me, where they expect the worst out of you. when i screw up theyâre disappointed and when you screw up they think theyâre right. but theyâre not. donât let those people bring you down especially tony and jillian. i can tell you that jillian has never liked me or accepted me, so she was never going to do so with you. but tony should have done better, but though i love him, i know heâs always resented me, having to care for me from the time i was little, taking up most of his time, but he did care for me, and he is my brother but i wonât let that affect us. i wonât. because you gave them a chance when they gave you none and youâre the better person out of them.â
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he shifted in his spot on the bed, a little uncomfortable with the environment. giving troy a grin, he shrugged and said, âfigured if iâm already going to hell then whatâs the point in trying to save myself? sadly, my parents think praying the gay away is going to get me into heaven.â khalid, himself, has already come to terms with going to hell. heâs fine with it. well, as fine as one can be with something like that. âcool, youâve died?â oops, it wasnât supposed to come out like that.
"yeah i guess,â he shrugs, âoh well though, this camp should be good preparation for it yeah?â he smiles trying to make slightly pleasant conversation. troy blushes a bit and says, âyeah, a few times. mostly when i was younger, was sick a lot. something with my immune system or something though it may just be bad luck. wasnât supposed to survive a day let alone this long. still get sick a lot though, maybe itâll rain and iâll get pneumonia and get to leave, try and stay on the brink of death as long as possible,â he laughs softly.
Micah smiled when he got the otherâs attention, watching as he walked towards him. âI could have. But it was meant to be obvious. Canât waste much of my precious time now,â he answered as he hollowed the lollipop onto his left cheek. âI like to stare at beautiful people. Is there a problem with that?â The curly brunet raised his eyebrow, feeling the candy slipping past his lips with a loud âpopâ. âHey! Ugh, that was so uncalled for,â he responded with a pout, chewing harshly on his bottom lip when the stranger took a lick of the lollipop. Micah wasnât usually the one to be left dumbstruck with his first encounters, which was why he kept his remarks going. âWaiting for my family to stop being boring. Well, theyâre puh-retty boring in comparison to myself, at least,â the small boy smirked slightly.
Bart grinned and let his tongue swirl around the lollipop before pushing it back past the others lips. âSo what exactly were your intentions when you were staring at me?â He asks licking his lips. "Were you wanting me to come over here? Or were you simply gawking at some eye candy to go with your actual candy?â Bart "Are you now? Then perhaps youâd like to get away and have some real fun.â Bart grinned and said, âOr you could just stay put with your boring family,â he shrugs.
Roman smirked up at the nervous boy. He always enjoyed picking up an inexperience boy like Troy was. It was great to watch them fall apart and discover something new. Currently Roman was on his knees with Troyâs cock staring him in the face. Roman smirked and before Troy could finish his babbling, wrapped his lips around the head of the boyâs cock. Roman chuckled the best he could at Troyâs reaction and started bobbing his head, swallowing more of the boyâs length.
Troy whimpered becoming a mess as the other took him deeper into his warm mouth. âAh...ah fuck,â he cries out fingers tangling in the others hair. âPlease keep going,â he begs, throwing his head back.
"li...listen i haven't done anything really so i probably won't even like this...so..." troy says but before he can finish the males mouth is around him and troy gasps. "fuck," he moans out his hips pressing up, "don't stop."
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Nico quickly pulls down his sleeve when the other takes sight of the unfortunate scars on the inside of his wrist. âSâfine.â He mumbles. It was fine. Those were scars from the past. A past that pretty much no one was aware, but it was fine. As long he kept them hidden from himself, he was fine.
Cory gets a glance at the scars before the boy is covering them up. He doesnât push up the others sleeve but he runs a finger along the males wrist and frowns. âI tried once...but I passed out,â he blushes, âblood makes me faint, so my brother found me and after taking me to the hospital and stitching me up himself,â he mutters, âhe screamed me out big time. Never seen him so upset, especially with me, though his head might explode. Said if I ever did it again heâd kick my ass.â
   it felt like ages since he had last seen the other, but it really wasnât even that lo- ng. though, that didnât mean much becau- se the two were already in the bedroom a- nd seemed to have marked one another up a few times. his shirt seemed to already be missing, gone on the way into the bedroom. âmissed you.â he said before heâs pressing his lips to the otherâs once more.
  troy groaned into the kiss and pressed his hips up against the others. there had been a time when he avoided sex with any means possible. but it was buzz who he had trusted to show him that it could be good and not so scary. now it was like the other being gone for even short periods of time sent a undeniable craving through him. âmissed you,â he mutters back, his normally gentle lips kissing the other hungrily.
   cesare seems to move his fingers along the otherâs back a bit, smirking into the kiss as he moved his lips a- gainst the others.
   cory gave a small whine of frustration before shyly inching his tongue into the others mouth. he shivered slightly when he felt the others fingers brushing against his lower back.Â
    âare too.â cesare said with a small laugh, pecking the boyâs pout. âi didnât think it would hurt in the slightest, really, so thatâs why i suggested it.â he said with a small smirk before pressing his lips against the otherâs.
   cory smiles when the others lips press against his, fingers almost habitually slipping into the others curls. he continues to squirm restlessly on top of the other as they kiss, still clinging tightly to the other male.