Of Rainy Nights & Long Loves.

Cove kissed his friend deeply, holding him close as he felt the boy's walls tighten around his member.
He was so tired... He panted as he collapssed beside the other.

Misery rested an arm across Cove's chest, cuddling up to the younger of the two with a satisfied purr.
"Best I ever had.". He whispered, his lips against Cove's neck.

"Realleh?" Cove grinned proudly, holding Misery close to him as he looked over the boy's body.

"Yeah, I guess me and you will just have to do this more often since your so good at it.". Misery winked up at him, appreciating the grin the boy wore.

"Ah'd love ta do that." Cove nodded, resting his lips against Misery's forehead. "Am ah realleh that good or are ya just tryin' ta make meh feel good?" He chuckled softly.

"Your awesome, and I have never enjoyed myself so much while having sex. And this is my first time making love.". Misery grinned over to Cove, nuzzling the boys neck. "I love you."

"Ah love ya too Misereh." Cove grinned, his eyes trailing down Misery's body. He didn't like all the scars he found...

Misery had plenty from so many years of abuse. He didn't act like it but he had gotten it just as bad as Angel had, if not worse. Misery was just a strong person, he didn't let it made him into a quivering mess. He always fought back and did what he thought was right. It earned him many scars from random men, many from beating he had received from Rhett, and more from Trever and his experiments.
"Stop looking at me like that, what is it?" Misery frowned over to Cove, flipping onto his stomach to hide the scars on his front.

Cove shook his head lightly although his hand reached out to trace a scar on the boy's back.
"Et's nothing..." He murmured, though he continued to stare, his brows furrowed.

"Cove." Misery spoke again, trying to divert the boys attention from his body to his face. "Got a staring problem?" He was not trying to be rude, but he felt rather scrutinized and normally he wouldnt mind that, he was sexy and he knew this, but it was Cove, and Misery did not want Cove looking at his scars and being weirded out by them.

"Noh." Cove shook his head quickly, looking away from the boy. He just couldn't help it... he didn't like thinking of what Misery had been through.

Misery watched him for a moment, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"I know, you just cant help but look at my goods. No one can." He quirked a smile before sprawling out, turned on his back though to be comfortable. A hand resting on his stomach as his eyes slipped shut.

Cove was silent for a long while before he spoke up again, a hand reaching out to run over Misery's abdomen.
"Can ah... kiss yar scarehs?" He asked, almost timidly.

"Do what?" Misery lazily let one of his eyes open to find Cove's face, both snapping open as processed the question. That was weird and he did not really like the tone of Cove's voice. This was the reason he had never wanted to get naked in front of the younger male, he knew his scars would bother Cove.

"Can ah kiss yar scarehs?" Cove repeated, taking one of Misery's hands and holding it lightly.

"Uh..." Misery's brows furrowed at the boy, his fingers twitching in the boys grip as his fingers shifted from Cove's face to his marred body.
"I guess...." It wouldn't hurt anything. "I mean...Whatever gets you off Cove. If thats your fetish then be freaky." He quirked a small smile, though truly he was concern for the younger boy. That was not like Cove.

"Thank ya." Cove nodded, leaning over and examining the boy's marred chest. He gave a genuine smiled up to Misery as his hand traced a few of the large scars. One looked fairly new. "Does this one... hurteh?" He asked gently.

"Eh, no I guess not." Misery glanced down to the scar in question, rerunning how it got there through his head. Most of them did not hurt, sure he was not one to like touching them though. Only Cove. Had anyone else asked Misery would have told him to go f*ck themselves.

Cove leaned in and let his lips press to the scar gently, just lingering there while his hands caressed the boy's defined hips.

Misery arched a brow down at him, his eyes curiously taking Cove in as a question danced on his tongue.
"Just what are you doing exactly?"

"Ah want ta kiss every scareh ya have." Cove glanced up at the other, before pressing a kiss to his knuckle.
"On yar chest.." He pressed his lips to a scar above Misery's left pectoral. "On yar arms." His lips touched the deep laceration Misery had from Trever tying his wrists with wire. "On yar hand." He went to the other hand, sweetly kissing all five fingers."Even tha ones that aren't there." Cove nodded, resting his forehead against Misery's.

The boy floundered fer words, searching for something to say to that but nothing came out. Looking up into Cove's eyes in the moment, Misery knew he was falling helplessly in love with Cove Braxton. They boy he had coddled and adored since he was an infant. The boy he had always protected and the boy that made him feel not so empty.
And that love he had always felt, was not so innocent anymore. Misery was in love with Cove, and from that moment on he knew they would never be the same.
"Cove...." He just felt an ache in his heart, knowing that he could never truly have Cove. He knew Rhett would not allow it.
This did not stop him from pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss.
"What are you doing to me..." He wondered aloud, his heart swelling at the sight of Cove.

Cove wrapped his arms around Misery's waist, returning the kiss passionately as his hands ran down the boy's body.
"Ah love ya..." He murmured lightly.

"I love you too Cove...." Misery cured himself softly, his arms tight around the boys shoulders. He hated that he wanted Cove to be his, and only his.

Cove laid down, pulling Misery atop his chest, sighing contently.
"Can weh... doh thes again sometime?" Cove whispered lightly.