Kelis Harrison's Story

"Beauty is harsh."

His red eyes were steady as they were filled with Aki’s vanilla scent, and his thundering heart-beat. He was keenly aware of the effects it was having on Aki. He slid his hand into the space his arched back created, taking that moment to pull him closer and remove any inch of space between them. It was cute, the way he became so frantic in his arms. Whimpering. Shivering as if suppressing some stronger desire down. Guilt settled into his stomach. He shouldn’t be teasing him like this. He was just a kid. He nuzzled into his neck further, his lips barely grazing his cheekbones.

"Greyson." Aki's voice came out as a smoky whisper. He shifted, lifting himself onto an elbow, laying the other hand over Aki’s waist. His eyes slid lazily over Aki. A kid. Their eyes locked and a spark exploded. Aki shoved Grey off before it could ferment. What had he been thinking before? Grey was staring up at the ceiling now, a little clueless with a distant gaze in his eyes. Hmm…he couldn’t remember.

Aki started to stumble as he whipped up from the bed. With a loud thud, his knees hit the floor and his hand caught on the bedside table. And his free hand gripped his spinning head. "Too hot. It's too hot!" Grey shot up worried only to see Aki pressed up against the glass like a child peering into his favorite candy shop. He arched an eyebrow.

"Winter." Aki sang.

“Really now? And here I thought it was summer,” Grey rose to his feet with a smirk, fiddling with the trim of his robe. Out of nowhere Aki lunged forward and took Greys hand, yanking him to the depths of downstairs. Where the girls lurked. He winced.

“WOah. Hold up, what’s the rush?” he had been hoping for some time to regain his composure, talk with Aki. Apparently that wasn’t going to happen. And he still felt rather snappy. In between his thoughts he had gone from being in his room to standing in front of the sliding doors; the boy who was stuck in bed with a fever before now wiggled his toes around in the cold snow, giggling, flapping invisible wings into flight. The color drained from grey’s face. He became white-faced.

"It's so cold G-Chan!!" His smile was so innocent, so childish, like every first snow day when the two of them went out together as kids. Grey would sleep over at Aki’s house the night before, they’d stay up and talk about lore. Aki wasn’t too interested in it, but Grey was, which was enough to make the boy spam him with impossible what if’s that Grey humored. But this wasn’t those days. Aki had just gotten over a fever. There was no light behind his eyes as he watched Aki. He said nothing, only stared stonily ahead of him as he pushed forward through the snow. His expression was worse then blank, his nails dug into the palms of his fist, his shoulders stiff and angular with rage.

“Get back inside.” When he reached Aki, he flung him up to his feet by the wrist, “Now.” He growled. He hauled him back inside of the house, taking little care, despite his worry for his health. He slammed the sliding glass door shut behind him. “What do you think you were doing? You just got over a fever, Aki.”