qqqBekn sat alone in his bedroom. The walls were painted grey like his soul. It was dark outside. It was dark inside. It was dark. A single tear rolled down his face and hit the floor board. As if embarrassed by his lonely tear, he swiftly turned his head to face the window. A figure was standing outside, looking up at him. Bekn wiped away the remains of the tear and stood up, slowly making his way towards the window ledge. The figure slowly let his hood slide down the back of his neck. Harry's familiar face was revealed from the shadows. Bekn opened the window and shouted "It's open" down to Harry. Harry smiled and turned towards the front door.
Harry was always somewhat of a question mark in Bekn's mind, He wasn't just a friend but he would never be able to summon up the courage to ask for anything more. He lusted after him, that was all , he thought. He knew this was a lie. The feeling that he felt throbbing through his bones was more than lust. It was an unhealthy passion, an obsession that had just grown with time.
The footsteps on the stairs grew louder until they stopped and grew into a slow, awkward shuffle across the carpeted hallway. Bekn felt the tears arise in his eyes. "No. Not now. Not today" he whispered under his breath. As soon as the words had left his mouth the door slowly opened.
"Hi" said Harry in a rough sort of way.
This seemed to be a little too much for Bekn a tear escaped the herd he was holding back and slid back into the tear stain that remained from the previous tear.
"Don't Bekn. You shouldn't." Harry whispered. "Stop it. You look so lovely when you cry, I don't think I'd be able to resist you." Oh my God Bekn thought. He'd never even considered that maybe the feelings were mutual. This could be it. He could have Harry's body and soul all too soon. This was enough to open up the gates that held back the floods of tears that he was holding back. Harry sighed and walked over to where Bekn sat. He keeled down before the sobbing form and slowly began to lick the tears away from his cheeks. This grew into more of a kiss until their lips slowly began to draw closer together. Harry drew away. "After all this time I'm finally going to have you. After all this time maybe I can give you something to dry those tears." Then he went back in and began a passionate few minutes of ferocious kissing. Their parted lips wrestling with each other. The taste of salt was present in their mouths as the last of Bekn's tears rolled down his face.
This will be edited but you can't publish under 5000 charectars so yeah
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