From my teen years (XI)

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“Alright, hon. Try not to allow those vampires to suck your energies, too.”

Not even his commanding tone was enough to scare him, after those seven months being a couple. Standing on his toes, he pressed a little kiss on Wayne’s cheek, and smiled. “It’s not I’m going anywhere. So no worries…”

Bernard looked up, realizing what time was it. Wayne was going be late, and it would be by his fault!

“Go, Wayne! The meeting will begin in 15 minutes!!!” he warned him, worried.

With a soft chuckle he began to walk to the door of his office, hands already in his pocket as he went and back straight. Of course it was low and barely audible to ensure no one else heard it.

“Of course as my darling lover insists,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder at Bernard with a smoldering smirk. With one last wave and not eager for the meeting but knowing he had to put up with it, he was out the door and making his way down the corridors.

Oh yes, definitely that night Bernard was going to get plenty of loving. Wayne would ensure he wouldn’t be able to walk.

“You little devil…” he chuckled a little. “Go and show ‘em who are you!”

Bernard blew him a kiss before closing the door, and sighed softly. Mozart approached him, meowing with curiosity.

“Wayne had to go to that meeting. But don’t worry, he’ll come back very soon. For now… let’s do some dinner, as the one we used to do.”

The cat purred in satisfaction, rubbing his white fluffy tail against his owner’s legs, and followed him to the kitchen. While cooking, Bernard’s mind dreamed with the events which might take place later that night. Just remembering how needy had been lately Wayne’s kisses, he knew what expect. 

And he was looking forward for it.

From my teen years (X)

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“Y-yes…” he replied shakily, looking down, a little ashamed of himself. He really should had seen it coming, but still… 

Well, he’s right. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be the one running Scott Enterprises.

He finally looked up, and caresed his face, giving him a sweet smile. “Alright, Mr. Scott. I’ll be waiting. It will be just a few hours, after all…” he said softly. “…After that, I’m going to give you what you rightly deserve. Deal?”

“Deal.” And he sealed it with a softer kiss just in case as he slowly set Bernard back on his feet. Standing up, he grabbed the discarded coat that he had swung around the back of the chair, putting it on and righting his clothing back into place. He needed to appear completely professional after all.

“Make sure you go and get some rest, all right?” He looked at Bernard from the corner of his eye, trying to appear as commanding as possible. Wayne Scott had left the building momentarily to leave behind Mr. Scott - owner of Scott Enterprises, a no nonsense man.

Though there was still a tenderness about him that he allowed while around Bernard.

“Alright, hon. Try not to allow those vampires to suck your energies, too.”

Not even his commanding tone was enough to scare him, after those seven months being a couple. Standing on his toes, he pressed a little kiss on Wayne’s cheek, and smiled. “It’s not I’m going anywhere. So no worries…”

Bernard looked up, realizing what time was it. Wayne was going be late, and it would be by his fault!

“Go, Wayne! The meeting will begin in 15 minutes!!!” he warned him, worried.

With a soft chuckle he began to walk to the door of his office, hands already in his pocket as he went and back straight. Of course it was low and barely audible to ensure no one else heard it.

“Of course as my darling lover insists,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder at Bernard with a smoldering smirk. With one last wave and not eager for the meeting but knowing he had to put up with it, he was out the door and making his way down the corridors.

Oh yes, definitely that night Bernard was going to get plenty of loving. Wayne would ensure he wouldn’t be able to walk.

From my teen years (IX)

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Ah, good old posssessive Wayne, this was more what Bernard was used to kiss. He allowed him to power the kiss, moaning softly under the wonderful sensations he always knew how to make him feel. Bernard knew he shouldn’t even suggest that but… would it be too bad if Wayne skipped a meeting for once?

It wasn’t like they had many chances lately to get this close, not even in their own home. Bernard pulled back a little, kissing gently Wayne’s cheek. 

“Is that meeting really important, hun…?” he purred softly, before lowering his head to nuzzle his boyfriend’s neck. “…Because… I really… need you now…”

Chuckling lightly, he planted a light kiss on Bernard’s nose as he held onto him softly. “Unfortunately yes. I cannot appear soft to my associates and skip meetings. It’s bad for business.” He really needed to learn to be careful about kissing Bernard if he was going to keep setting him off every time.

“Just wait for me tonight, all right?” he whispered, his eyes discreetly checking the time on the wall.

“Y-yes…” he replied shakily, looking down, a little ashamed of himself. He really should had seen it coming, but still… 

Well, he’s right. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be the one running Scott Enterprises.

He finally looked up, and caresed his face, giving him a sweet smile. “Alright, Mr. Scott. I’ll be waiting. It will be just a few hours, after all…” he said softly. “…After that, I’m going to give you what you rightly deserve. Deal?”

“Deal.” And he sealed it with a softer kiss just in case as he slowly set Bernard back on his feet. Standing up, he grabbed the discarded coat that he had swung around the back of the chair, putting it on and righting his clothing back into place. He needed to appear completely professional after all.

“Make sure you go and get some rest, all right?” He looked at Bernard from the corner of his eye, trying to appear as commanding as possible. Wayne Scott had left the building momentarily to leave behind Mr. Scott - owner of Scott Enterprises, a no nonsense man.

Though there was still a tenderness about him that he allowed while around Bernard.

“Dear America:

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When you tell gay Americans that they can’t serve their country openly, or marry the person that they love, you’re telling that to kids, too. So don’t be f—-ing shocked and wonder where all these bullies are coming from that are torturing young kids and driving them to kill themselves because they’re different. They learned it from watching you.” - Sarah Silverman

There are so many things that I want to put on this Tumblog, but I think Sarah Silverman said it the best. I expect high school students to be cruel and hateful. But what I can’t stand is when the adults are no better. The anti-gay attitude of the political right is at least as hurtful - it’s supposed to get better outside of school, and the real world is supposed to be a respite. I’m glad I live in New York, where at least there’s gay rights on a state level (which thanks to the Defense of Marriage Act don’t extend federally, so there’s actually no marriage equality anywhere). But when I see pastors, congressmen and state legislators attacking something I can’t change (and I tried to deny and change it for 3 years) it’s far more hurtful, because they should know better.

Please think about this before you write or speak your opinions. There are kids out there who hear what you’re saying. Kids who can’t change who they are, and all you’re managing to do is make them feel hated, and make them hate themselves.

When you’re condemning gays in your ministry, remember that you don’t really know everything about all the people out there. If you have a decent-sized congregation, it’s almost certain that someone out there is gay, knows a gay person or kid, has gay family members, or at some point in their life will know a gay person, or a relative come out, possibly their own children. Remember that you don’t have to preach the verses on sodomy being an abomination any more than you do the verses on slavery being allowed, or the verses on shellfish being an abomination.

I was deeply religious (as in pre-fundamentalist levels of religiousity) when I was younger. I realized that I was gay (or at least got hints) at around 11-12. I didn’t hear my church preach about it, they weren’t at all hateful. But I knew what the bible said, and so for about 3 years I hated myself and tried to change. But it didn’t work. So I happened to hear arguments over gay marriage, and by luck got to hear about those other borderline psychotic bible verses about slavery, shellfish, clothing of mixed fabric, etc. and realized how silly it was for me to think that this book should affect what I thought of myself. I’m lucky I got to hear this message, not everyone does. 

So I’d leave my final message as this: if you’re ever about to state your views on homosexuality, gay marriage, or the bible’s stance on these things, remember that there are people out there who can’t change who they are. You, however, could enlighten yourself as to the entire text of the bible. You could research the alternative translations of it. You could understand the historical and cultural elements of your religion, how it developed, and who it developed from. You could read the 9th District Court’s ruling to understand why they struck down Proposition 8. I can’t change, believe me I tried. But ignorance is not innate.

From my teen years (VIII)

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Bernard couldn’t help but whimper a little, knowing how strong Wayne could be. If he wasn’t careful, he might rip his clothes accidently… He already had lost three T-shirts that way, and if Wayne kept tugging at him so eagerly, sure his green turtleneck would join to the collection of ripped clothing.

Not that he minded because Bernard knew how must desire existed beneath such needy gesture.

His tongue finally founds its partner, and doon they joined into the warmth of those pink muscles, saliva and little moans escaping from Bernard’s mouth. He tightened a little more the pressure of his arms around his necj, deepening the kiss until he ran out of air. It was only then when he pulled back, panting and breathing harshly. His brown eyes met his blue ones.

“How was that, Mr. Scott…? Am… I… Good…?”

Nuzzling his nose against Bernard’s, he smiled softly and closed his eyes. “You’re the most wonderful kisser there is.” And since he had kissed people back when he was in high school, even slept with a few of them, he could definitely compare. It wasn’t something he was ashamed of as it helped make him a better lover but it was in the past and now the only man he wanted to bed was sitting in his lap.

Cupping Bernard’s chin he eagerly dove down to taste a bit more, kissing him as softly as possible but still projecting the want in it.

Ah, good old posssessive Wayne, this was more what Bernard was used to kiss. He allowed him to power the kiss, moaning softly under the wonderful sensations he always knew how to make him feel. Bernard knew he shouldn’t even suggest that but… would it be too bad if Wayne skipped a meeting for once?

It wasn’t like they had many chances lately to get this close, not even in their own home. Bernard pulled back a little, kissing gently Wayne’s cheek. 

“Is that meeting really important, hun…?” he purred softly, before lowering his head to nuzzle his boyfriend’s neck. “…Because… I really… need you now…”

Chuckling lightly, he planted a light kiss on Bernard’s nose as he held onto him softly. “Unfortunately yes. I cannot appear soft to my associates and skip meetings. It’s bad for business.” He really needed to learn to be careful about kissing Bernard if he was going to keep setting him off every time.

“Just wait for me tonight, all right?” he whispered, his eyes discreetly checking the time on the wall.

From my teen years (VII)

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“Now this is new… Didn’t know I bneeded permission, Mr. Scott!” he teased with some sarcasm, one so light Wayne might miss it. Bernard grinned widely, leaving the photos on Wayne’s table, and wrapping both of his arms around Wayne’s neck, making him hunch a little to reach him. It was this, or straddling him… And knowing how Wayne had to go to a meeting very soon, Bernard didn’t want to become a nuisance. He knew how much Wayne liked to touch him, and doing that surely he would end up on the floor panting and begging him for more.

Oh, he knew his boyfriend too well. 

That was why he couldn’t push him to do that, not when he had a meeting so soon. But a slippery make-out party? There was time enough for it.

“Let’s see how’s this to begin…” 

he decided to surprise him, attacking him with a bold open-mouthed kiss. He blushed softly, pressing his lips against his, while his tongue poked gently Wayne’s mouth, looking for his tongue. He wanted to taste him.

Hands smoothing over the material of Bernard’s clothes as they traveled along to rest on the swell of his back, seeing his boyfriend be so daring to start out this way - being way more bold than he expected. Returning the kiss softly with eagerness he allowed himself to rest back against the chair however as he parted his lips, feeling Bernard’s tongue explore.

He was eager to return such a kiss, his own tongue darting out slowly to touch the overzealous tongue now exploring along. He let only the slightest of moans escape his thick throat as lips glided over each other and hands tugged Bernard closer.

Bernard couldn’t help but whimper a little, knowing how strong Wayne could be. If he wasn’t careful, he might rip his clothes accidently… He already had lost three T-shirts that way, and if Wayne kept tugging at him so eagerly, sure his green turtleneck would join to the collection of ripped clothing.

Not that he minded because Bernard knew how must desire existed beneath such needy gesture.

His tongue finally founds its partner, and doon they joined into the warmth of those pink muscles, saliva and little moans escaping from Bernard’s mouth. He tightened a little more the pressure of his arms around his necj, deepening the kiss until he ran out of air. It was only then when he pulled back, panting and breathing harshly. His brown eyes met his blue ones.

“How was that, Mr. Scott…? Am… I… Good…?”

Nuzzling his nose against Bernard’s, he smiled softly and closed his eyes. “You’re the most wonderful kisser there is.” And since he had kissed people back when he was in high school, even slept with a few of them, he could definitely compare. It wasn’t something he was ashamed of as it helped make him a better lover but it was in the past and now the only man he wanted to bed was sitting in his lap.

Cupping Bernard’s chin he eagerly dove down to taste a bit more, kissing him as softly as possible but still projecting the want in it.

From my teen years (VI)

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Bernard blushed even more. He adored Wayne’s laugh, especially when he knew he was able to make him laugh like this.

“Yes, they are.” he agreed with a nod. “But, at the time, I was terrified. Mostly because I didn’t know I was gay at the moment and I had to kiss a boy. When we were on stage and the other kid saw me, he screamed and ran away…” he snorted a little, taking the chance to do a bad joke.

“Dunno why he was so terrified… I don’t think I am a bad kisser.” he gave Wayne a loving glance, purring a little. “Should we test it, Mr. Scott…?”

There was love in Wayne’s eyes, a look so soft that it was possible to melt butter with the gaze alone as they looked down at Bernard. Kissing was a favorite pastime of his because of who he was kissing so as he put his large hands on Bernard’s slimmer waist, he leaned down until their lips were barely touching.

“I believe a good test is in order, Mr. Jones,” he purred softly, lips moving against the man’s. “And since you are the one initiating the test then I give you free range to show me how you kiss.”

Though he already knew from all the times they had kissed in the past. It was just too fun and romantic to pass up such an event.

“Now this is new… Didn’t know I bneeded permission, Mr. Scott!” he teased with some sarcasm, one so light Wayne might miss it. Bernard grinned widely, leaving the photos on Wayne’s table, and wrapping both of his arms around Wayne’s neck, making him hunch a little to reach him. It was this, or straddling him… And knowing how Wayne had to go to a meeting very soon, Bernard didn’t want to become a nuisance. He knew how much Wayne liked to touch him, and doing that surely he would end up on the floor panting and begging him for more.

Oh, he knew his boyfriend too well. 

That was why he couldn’t push him to do that, not when he had a meeting so soon. But a slippery make-out party? There was time enough for it.

“Let’s see how’s this to begin…” 

he decided to surprise him, attacking him with a bold open-mouthed kiss. He blushed softly, pressing his lips against his, while his tongue poked gently Wayne’s mouth, looking for his tongue. He wanted to taste him.

Hands smoothing over the material of Bernard’s clothes as they traveled along to rest on the swell of his back, seeing his boyfriend be so daring to start out this way - being way more bold than he expected. Returning the kiss softly with eagerness he allowed himself to rest back against the chair however as he parted his lips, feeling Bernard’s tongue explore.

He was eager to return such a kiss, his own tongue darting out slowly to touch the overzealous tongue now exploring along. He let only the slightest of moans escape his thick throat as lips glided over each other and hands tugged Bernard closer.

From my teen years (V)

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“Handsome? Lemme doubt about that… but yeah, that’s me!” he replied, giggling, and wrapping an arm around Wayne’s neck to get more comfortable. “And there’s Roxanne. And Megamind, too. It’s been a while since I’ve talked to them…” he commented, leaning a little more on his boyfriend’s broad chest.

He moved the photo, revealing another very diffferent. A 10-yeal-old Bernard, all nervous and yelling to the one who had captured him in the most embarrassing moment of his life: when he had been chosen to replace the girl who was playing as the princess in the school’s play. Bernard now laughed over it, but he remembered how scared and ashamed he had felt, being pushed to wear a girl’s dress. Who would say he would to like crossdressing after that day…

“That day was really crazy…” he muttered, blushing a lot. In all the city, only Wayne knew about how much he liked to wear that kind of clothing. Especially sexy outfits. He was thinking to buy a new one for Wayne’s birthday, and offer him a show he never could forget…

He was glad he hadn’t needed to mull too much over the former photograph as he tried to push old memories out of his mind. Talking about the old days such as those were still rather difficult and he wished instead to just forget about it for now. He needed time to think of penance for them.

Looking at a much cuter picture, a deeper laughter rumbled up at how adorable Bernard had looked. “It didn’t look like a lot of fun,” he teased, moving a free hand to gently pinch Bernard’s cheek. He made sure to use as little strength as possible in the movement before he lifted that hand to pet the top of Bernard’s head.

“But they’re fond memories now, are they not?”

Bernard blushed even more. He adored Wayne’s laugh, especially when he knew he was able to make him laugh like this.

“Yes, they are.” he agreed with a nod. “But, at the time, I was terrified. Mostly because I didn’t know I was gay at the moment and I had to kiss a boy. When we were on stage and the other kid saw me, he screamed and ran away…” he snorted a little, taking the chance to do a bad joke.

“Dunno why he was so terrified… I don’t think I am a bad kisser.” he gave Wayne a loving glance, purring a little. “Should we test it, Mr. Scott…?”

There was love in Wayne’s eyes, a look so soft that it was possible to melt butter with the gaze alone as they looked down at Bernard. Kissing was a favorite pastime of his because of who he was kissing so as he put his large hands on Bernard’s slimmer waist, he leaned down until their lips were barely touching.

“I believe a good test is in order, Mr. Jones,” he purred softly, lips moving against the man’s. “And since you are the one initiating the test then I give you free range to show me how you kiss.”

Though he already knew from all the times they had kissed in the past. It was just too fun and romantic to pass up such an event.

From my teen years (IV)

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“No, my little silly…” he giggled and snuggled a little more against him, enjoying the feeling of his muscles around his body. “That’s Matthew, that guy is actually working in a garden shop… And his eyes are black… Why don’t you try again?”

Bernard liked to tease him, calling him ‘my little’ something. When they were teasing each other, it was always ‘My little silly’ or ‘My little ex-hero”. But those weren’t the only nicknames he had for him. There was also those times when Bernard purred ‘Mr. Scott’, just to tease him, or to imply he was feeling ‘in the mood’. And he even had a secret nickname he only used every time they made love: ‘My angel’. 

Nobody knew about those pet names except Wayne, and Bernard preferred to keep it that way.

His chuckled had Bernard bouncing a little on his strong body as he tried again, giving an exaggerated sigh as he pointed toward the correct person in the photo. “Fine fine, it’s this handsome man right here, correct?”

Turning his head to look at Bernard he gave him a tiny half smirk, mirth dancing in his blue eyes. Only when he was with Bernard did he allow his stoic guise to fall as he didn’t wish to appear soft to anyone in business - showing weaknesses meant people could cheat you out of deals and think they could get away with it. Wayne Scott was not a soft man in business but with his lover and his few friends he allowed the smile to appear.

“Handsome? Lemme doubt about that… but yeah, that’s me!” he replied, giggling, and wrapping an arm around Wayne’s neck to get more comfortable. “And there’s Roxanne. And Megamind, too. It’s been a while since I’ve talked to them…” he commented, leaning a little more on his boyfriend’s broad chest.

He moved the photo, revealing another very diffferent. A 10-yeal-old Bernard, all nervous and yelling to the one who had captured him in the most embarrassing moment of his life: when he had been chosen to replace the girl who was playing as the princess in the school’s play. Bernard now laughed over it, but he remembered how scared and ashamed he had felt, being pushed to wear a girl’s dress. Who would say he would to like crossdressing after that day…

“That day was really crazy…” he muttered, blushing a lot. In all the city, only Wayne knew about how much he liked to wear that kind of clothing. Especially sexy outfits. He was thinking to buy a new one for Wayne’s birthday, and offer him a show he never could forget…

He was glad he hadn’t needed to mull too much over the former photograph as he tried to push old memories out of his mind. Talking about the old days such as those were still rather difficult and he wished instead to just forget about it for now. He needed time to think of penance for them.

Looking at a much cuter picture, a deeper laughter rumbled up at how adorable Bernard had looked. “It didn’t look like a lot of fun,” he teased, moving a free hand to gently pinch Bernard’s cheek. He made sure to use as little strength as possible in the movement before he lifted that hand to pet the top of Bernard’s head.

“But they’re fond memories now, are they not?”

From my teen years (III)

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“You know always what to say, don’t you…?” he purred back, accepting his invitation. He liked to sit on Wayne’s lap, it was comfy and warm, especially when he was holding him.

Once he sat there, he rested his head against Wayne’s shoulders, lifting his hands to show him the things he had brought: an old notebook, a little photo album, and a bag full of curious items, the very first merchandising Bernard had gotten about his favourite aliens. Leaving the notebook and the bag on the table, he opened the box, revealing the photos inside. The very first had some familiar faces.

“Bet you recognize some of them. Can you see me there?” he asked softly.

In the photo, Metro Dude was surrounded by a goup of fangirls. The rest of the guys seemed a little annoyed, especially certain blue one. He was being watched from afar by a girl with blue eyes. Not too far away from the her, a young delicate boy had been caught in a moment when he had taken off his glasses.

Wishing to joke around for a bit, Wayne pointed to a spot way off from where Bernard was toward another brown haired individual in the photo. “Here right?” he chuckled, wrapping his meaty arm around Bernard’s waist and snuggling a bit into him, enjoying his warmth and how close he was.

How much he loved snuggling with his lover like this - intimate moments where they could relax and just be.

“No, my little silly…” he giggled and snuggled a little more against him, enjoying the feeling of his muscles around his body. “That’s Matthew, that guy is actually working in a garden shop… And his eyes are black… Why don’t you try again?”

Bernard liked to tease him, calling him ‘my little’ something. When they were teasing each other, it was always ‘My little silly’ or ‘My little ex-hero”. But those weren’t the only nicknames he had for him. There was also those times when Bernard purred ‘Mr. Scott’, just to tease him, or to imply he was feeling ‘in the mood’. And he even had a secret nickname he only used every time they made love: ‘My angel’. 

Nobody knew about those pet names except Wayne, and Bernard preferred to keep it that way.

His chuckled had Bernard bouncing a little on his strong body as he tried again, giving an exaggerated sigh as he pointed toward the correct person in the photo. “Fine fine, it’s this handsome man right here, correct?”

Turning his head to look at Bernard he gave him a tiny half smirk, mirth dancing in his blue eyes. Only when he was with Bernard did he allow his stoic guise to fall as he didn’t wish to appear soft to anyone in business - showing weaknesses meant people could cheat you out of deals and think they could get away with it. Wayne Scott was not a soft man in business but with his lover and his few friends he allowed the smile to appear.