N.S.

chapter 17

Nick

When you hear that someone you know died, it doesn't sink in until you wake up the next morning without them in your life.

Harper took me home that night and volunteered himself to spend the night, considering no one else lived in my house with me.

I was a legal adult, so luckily I didn't have to worry about being sent to a foster home or anything crucial like that. But, I'm the only family I have left here in the UK.

It was now two weeks after my aunt had her heart attack and I still wasn't okay.

Harper rustled next to me, causing me to move over so he could sit up.

"Hey beautiful..."

I waved and he rolled over to look at me better.

"You doing alright in there?"

I shook my head and placed it on Harper's chest. He hugged me and kissed my forehead.

"We have to make funeral arrangements soon, I just want you to be prepared for that."

I nodded. I knew what was to come.

texts: morning

H: Nick do you want me to pick you up to go to the funeral house?

N: sure

H: you'll be okay, i promise.

H: i love you.

N: love you too.

H: if i had a dollar for every time I thought of you...

N: haaaaaaaarrreh

H: i'd have one.

N: ouch

H: i'd have one because you never leave my mind Nick C:

N: my god Harper

H: i loooove you!

N: i love you too :')

Nick

"So we have the location, time, and guests, what we don't have, are speakers."

I had just chosen out some good friends that Aunt Grace had, and her ex-husband, Uncle Devon. It was going to be a small funeral. I didn't want it to be too big, and I know she wouldn't.

"Who would you like to speak Mr. Judge?"

Harper tapped my shoulder and handed me my notebook. I mentally sigh and take the pencil out of my ear.

If anyone would like to speak on behalf of my aunt, then they will be given permission. I will have Harper O'Neill speaking my own words for me.

I hand the funeral director my notebook and he looks over the brim, pointing to Harper. I nodded.

"You two are a very nice couple. Seems like God himself wanted to pair you two together from the start."

I blushed and grinned. I stared at Harper and his grin went from ear to ear. His face was also flushed as we sorted out the final details of what was to be a very sad day.

Harper

Nick shut the door to his house and I kicked my shoes off. He toed his own off and stared at me.

"What do you wanna do now?"

He shrugged and my mind went back to the last time we kissed. I mean we've kissed plenty, but I'm talking hot bodies pressed against each other, hands roaming on each other's bodies, yknow, pure vanilla.

"Hey," I smiled, striding towards him with two long steps. I put my hands on his waist and leaned down, kissing him ever so softly as I pushed him gently against the wall.

Nick pushed back against my lips lightly and I pulled away before craning my head to reach his neck. I kissed down and Nick fidgeted underneath me, readjusting himself constantly.

I bit and licked and kissed until I could see the purple bruised mark on his neck. He pulled my head up and his mouth attacked my own as he quickly wrapped his arms around the back of my neck.

"Jesus I love you," I groaned quietly, kissing him again. I didn't mention his incapability of saying 'I love you' back, but instead Nick pulled away, an evil smirk on his mouth.

"Nick what are you thinking...?"

He picked up his notebook and began to write hastily, shoving it my hands before letting go.

If I can't say 'I love you', then I'll just show you that I love you.

The zipper on my black jeans comes undone and I gasp, going to sit down on the couch as quickly as possible. Nick pulled down my jeans and my boxers followed. When my c-ck popped out I felt relief, considering my b***r was making my pants feel way too tight.

I had no idea what Nick was going to do next. I don't think he's ever given a blow-job anyway...

What if he's gotten one?

What if I give him one on a certain day and he points out that he's had better?

My thoughts were violently interrupted when Nick's mouth began to work around my hard-on. I groaned again, trying not to move. I didn't want to hurt him in any way.

Nick slowly worked his way up and down my c-ck and I moaned louder than last time. I was unable to control my hips as I began to unconsciously f**k Nick's face.

I felt his mouth go all the way down to my balls and I cringed and shouted, coming undone before I even knew what was happening. Did I come that quickly?

Sweat was dripping down my forehead and I ripped my shirt off, feeling humid.

Nick's head poked up between my bare legs and I stared at him in complete awe. That boy couldn't talk, but his mouth could work wonders.

"Have you...?" I asked out of breath, pulling up my boxers an kicking my pants off.

Nick shook his head, taking the notebook in his hands,

When I was younger I watched a lot of porn. It was just to get off, but something came from it I suppose.

I nodded and reached over to take off his shirt and pants (because that's not even fair that I'm half naked and he isn't), but he shied away almost immediately. I gave him a confused look but he shrugged again, only taking off his pants again, leaving him in his boxers. He jumped into the couch and I let him sit in my lap as I turned on the TV, searching for a movie to pick out.

As I did, I kept my left hand on Nick's tummy, rubbing circles around it. It may be a long shot, but I assume Nick's very insecure about a lot of things; one of them including his weight.