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Between a Little Piece of Heaven and the Danger Line

You Are Beautiful

I couldn’t believe he didn’t think he was beautiful. Zacky was the most beautiful man on this planet, and he had captured my heart. Why could he not see that he was perfect the way he is? Well, the way he was. Now, Zacky had turned into a skeleton, and that was not sexy. He had always been just right, in every single way, and I had to somehow show him that. I had to show him that I wanted him to go back to the way he was. Zacky had to believe he was beautiful, because he was.

In a desperate attempt to show him my feelings, I had swept him off his feet and carried him to his bedroom. Now, he was lying in the middle of the bed with me sitting on his waist, and I could already see that he was feeling better. His face was now wearing a small smile and his eyes were showing some sign of life. How could I have been so stupid to not see this happening? I must be blind! Perhaps blinded by love...

“Let me show you how beautiful I think you are,” I whispered into his left ear, knowing that seductive voice would drive him crazy. After hearing Zacky’s breath hitch, I pressed my lips against his jaw line, being gentle and sweet. I would have kissed his cheeks, but there wasn’t much left of them. Secretly, I had always adored the way they were so full and smooth. It just made him that more adorable and handsome. But now... there was nothing left, so I just decided to continue kissing along the line of his jaw. When I got close to his mouth, I moved up to give him a proper kiss. As I did so, I brought my hands up to his hair and tangled my fingers up in the dark strands.

Zacky soon bit gently on my bottom lip, now knowing I loved it, and I gladly parted my lips, practically shoving my tongue into his mouth. I gripped onto his hair, tugging it a little, as our tongues danced which earned a moan from Zack. After a closed lips kiss, I pulled away from Zacky and rested my forehead against his, staring into his eyes as I breathed heavier than usual. He was already getting me wound up...

“You are the most beautiful man alive,” I told him slowly, hoping he would realise I was speaking the truth. I saw him open his lips to say something in response, but I wouldn’t let him. To shut him up, I quickly moved down and kissed his lips forcefully. After that one powerful kiss, I broke away and looked at him in his eyes again. The (now dark) green orbs were pleading, urging me to continue. “Will you let me do anything to show you how beautiful you are?” It felt wrong to not ask for his permission. Even though we had been best friends for years and trusted each other like crazy, I still felt like I needed to ask. It wasn’t every day that Zacky had a gay encounter anyway.

“Of course...” Zacky managed to whisper and I smiled before kissing his lips once more. Then, I moved down onto his neck, kissing almost all of his neck slowly before I kissed that spot on the tattoo. Like it had last time, that one kiss made Zacky shudder and warmth filled me. The desire to do it again stirred inside me, but I resisted. Instead, I let my lips trail down the side of neck to his collarbone, where I placed even more kisses.

I’ll admit it felt strange. I had always expected Zacky to be more than just bone, but now it really seemed like he was just bones with skin draped over them. Mentally slapping myself for not noticing earlier, I moved towards the middle of his chest. His chest hair grazed against my nose and chin, sort of tickling me, but I’m sure I was tickling him with my facial hair anyway. As his breathing became quicker and a tiny moan escaped him, I glanced up to see his expression. Even though his eyes were closed and his head tilted back, I could tell he was enjoying my actions. Grinning to myself, I went back to work, moving further down his body. It lit a fire below in me, but oh how I wished I was kissing some muscle right now, instead of just a pathetically small layer of skin over ribs.

I reached his stomach which made Zacky really start to groan in pleasure. Tracing a few circles with my tongue, I brought my hands up to his boxers. As I did so, I felt myself becoming rock hard. Was that not enough proof that he was sexy, beautiful, cute, handsome, good-looking, and lots more positive adjectives? I put my left hand firmly on his right hip and moved my right hand to the top of his underwear, slipping an inch of my index finger under the material. This made him gasp, so I paused my movement.

“Are you okay, baby?” I questioned after lifting my head up from his stomach.

“I’m greeeaaat...” Zacky managed to say, the large bump in his boxers now extremely evident. My plan had worked. Being careful to avoid touching his erection, I kissed his little patch of hair that trailed down from his belly button, moving down until the material of his boxers was in the way from me continuing.

“You’re still okay with this?” I asked, earning only a frantic nod as a response. I sat up straight and then proceeded to tug on his boxers, Zacky lifting his hips up to help me. “Zacky Baker, I think you are so beautiful.” As soon as I had said that, I gave his underwear that last pull to reveal him in all his glory. He actually took my breath away. My own erection was becoming so hard it was nearly painful, so I gripped him in my right hand, instantly feeling comfortable with it.

I had no idea what Zacky was thinking. This was the first time another man was touching him like this. He could be feeling uncomfortable right now. But, as I slowly ran my fingertips over his length, Zacky seemed to relax slightly and this made my small amount of nerves disappear too. I began to move my hand up and down, holding onto him firmly. After a few movemnts, I ran my eyes over his body, remembering that it was not the full, healthy body I wanted it to be. Suddenly filled with sadness, my hand stopped moving and I soon removed it from Zacky’s body.

“Why have you stopped?” Zacky questioned after a moment of silence.

“Because you aren’t beautiful like this, Zack. Don’t you get it? I loved you exactly the way you were before. I don’t like this new body. I want the real you back,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes again. Jeez, I felt so girly being this emotional, but I guess it came with the whole gay package. “I don’t want a bony man with vacant eyes. I want him... I want you to have a healthy weight and to have those brilliant green eyes. That is beautiful to me.” To prove my point, my voice cracked a few times as the tears threatened to fall.

“Bri...” Zacky whispered, but I shook my head. I knew he was going to try to explain himself, but he had done enough of that today.

“Put the weight back on, Zacky. I’ll make you feel beautiful, I promise,” I said, my voice cracking once more from the emotion. “Please say you’ll become healthy for me. Please...” I pleaded with my eyes, knowing the brown puppy dog eyes look always worked. A few seconds passed, Zacky obviously thinking.

“I will.”

“Say you promise me,” I demanded like a child. I just had to know he was being sincere.

“I promise,” he said with a small smile. I leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

“Good. Because once you do, I’ll really show you how beautiful I think you are...” I couldn’t resist. I just had to talk to him in my sexy mischievous voice. The smile I got in response was priceless though. I had made Zacky happy, and it felt so good.
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