Once we've finished eating the pancakes and perfectly cooked eggs, we change into more appropriate clothing for going outside —- jeans and T-shirts —-, and then I'm following Christian outside to the shed. I'm happy that I put on a hoodie from Christian's closet before we went outside because the temperature has dropped considerably since yesterday, and it's really starting to feel like winter is coming.

We walk along the small path leading from the house to the old, worn down looking shed painted a faded blue. Christian unlocks the latch before pulling the doors open, and then . . .

"Ahhh!" I let out a high-pitched scream as something black flies out towards my face, and I quickly duck down to the ground.

"Shit!" Christian yells, as he also jumps out of the way of the fastly flying bat.

"Ew! Christian, are there any more?" I ask from my crouched position on the ground, my hands cover my face as I peek out through the cracks between my fingers.

Christian tentatively steps inside and quickly jerks on the chain to turn on the light, and I gasp and prepare myself for another surprise. "All clear," he calls; I sigh in relief as I slowly stand up and walk into the shed.

It's a decent size, and shelves line the walls, most of them occupied in plastic tubs labeling what's inside. When I see one labeled 'Christian's outside toys', my curiosity takes over and I pull the tub down from the shelf and place it onto the ground. I crack the lid open eagerly and glance inside, and smile as my eyes look over Christian's childhood. Christian comes over to see what I found, and peers over my shoulder into the box.

"Oh wow, is this mine?" he asks softly as he reaches inside to pull out a squirt gun.

I nod as I shift aside the contents, finding all sorts of things; like a frisbee, jump rope, roller skates, arm floaties, a flat miniature basketball and many other things. I pull out the roller skates, and ask, "Does your brother have a pair?"

Christian nods as he stands up, and glances over the totes before finding what he's looking for and pulling it down. He opens the lid and pulls out red roller skates, and glances over them before saying, "Michael's will probably fit me better, so you take mine."

"Okay," I reply, before pulling off my tennis shoes and shoving my feet inside the skates. They're just big enough to fit, and I lace them up before glancing towards Christian. "I haven't done this since I was like eight or nine, so no laughing if I fall."

Christian chuckles. "Okay, I'll try my best," he says with a teasing grin.

I narrow my eyes at him, and grumble as I carefully pull myself to my feet. I struggle not to lose my balance, and snap my hand out to grab a shelf as I begin to wobble. Christian has managed to get to his feet as well, although he doesn't seem to be struggling as much. I huff and think, No surprise there, Christian is absolutely amazing at everything. I pout as I watch him get the hang of it, and then the jerk is skating around like a God in all his perfection.

Christian glances up at me with excitement in his eyes, that curls his lips into a beautiful smile. "Beau!" he exclaims. "Try skating to me."

I bite my bottom lip nervously and measure the distance between us in my head. He's like six feet away! I think. I'll fall on my face before I even get halfway.

"Beau, come on," Christian says, breaking my train of thought.

I continue to gnaw on my bottom lip, and inhaling a deep breath I release the shelf one finger at a time before slowly inch one foot forward. Inch by inch I get closer, and I smile to myself because I haven't fallen down and the simple fact helps to boost my confidence, and I feel brave enough to take bigger strides. So I do and, like the hopeless klutz that I am, I begin to lose my balance and my feet slip out from beneath me. I picture myself falling on my butt and having to use pillows every time I have to sit down, and it's so embarrassing, that I feel my face turning red.

But the ground doesn't rush up to meet me, instead two strong hands grab my wrists and I open my eyes just in time to see Christian sigh in relief, before suddenly he gasps and loses his footing. I gasp and try catching him, but the flurrying of motion just throws us both off balance and we crash to the ground.

I moan in pain when my hip hits the ground first, and I know I'm going to have a mighty bruise by tonight. I wince and roll into a sitting position, and glance over at Christian. He's laying on his back, his face wincing in pain and his bottom lip between his teeth. I feel so horrible seeing him in pain, and I scoot closer to gently caress his cheek.

"This is a stupid question, but are you okay?" I ask, as I continue to stroke his cheek.

Christian peeks one eye open and glances up at me. "I've been better," he replies, with a weak chuckle.

I pout at him sadly and kiss the corner of his mouth, and Christian turns his head so my lips meet his in a gentle kiss. I smile against his mouth, and cup his right cheek in my hand as I kiss him. Christian reaches up and winds his arm around my neck, and sinks his fingers into my hair as his other hand firmly holds my waist. My skin begins to grow hot beneath his touch, and my hands seek out instantly as they sink into his hair and touch his soft face and glide down his throat to his chest. My palms flatten over his stomach and slowly go upwards to his shoulders, and I sling my leg over his waist as I sink my fingers into his hair.

Christian is too addictive, and he's hands roaming from my waist slowly up my back stirs things inside me. God, I want him so badly but a small part of me still hesitates. I wish that part of me wouldn't, because it gets harder and harder with each passing day to keep it in my pants. I gasp into our kiss and trail my hands down again, and tease them around the hem of Christian's shirt before slipping them between the soft fabric and his warm skin. I release a breathy moan and squeeze my eyes shut as I begin to slowly roll my pelvis against Christian, and bite my bottom lip against another breathy moan.

As things grow more heated, and Christian arches his hips to meet me, I can feel him straining against his jeans. I let out a whimper, his pain my own. I'm also straining against my jeans, and I can feel the build up of emotion in my gut and the growing of my cock in my boxers. I gasp and pull my mouth away from Christian's sweet tasting lips, and hoarsely say, "I want to go to your room."

Christian is also too aroused and in need of me to object, so we both peel ourselves off the ground and take off our skates before hand and hand we run to the house. When the front door closes behind us, Christian grabs my waist and picks me up. I giggle as he carries me upstairs to his room, and kicks his door shut behind us before putting me on the bed and sinking down on top of me. His hands clasp my cheeks as he furiously kisses me, and I tug at his jeans and yank his shirt over his head. Christian breaks our kiss just long enough to pull off his jeans before I'm reach out to pull him back down on top of me, and I moan when he kisses my neck and rubs his dick against my inner thigh. I roll my hips with Christian, and then with shaking hands I take off my shirt and jeans too.

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