Archer was a young sixteen, with the mind of a childish boy still stuck in the fairytales that his père once lulled him to sleep with. He even had the appearance of a silly adolescent, with a face too round and skin too fair, sprinkled with the most unflattering freckles, which were slightly covered by a tangle of curls that swung around his face. And Archer had been just fine with living the way he had been, naïve of the seemingly cruel world, until Hunter. Hunter had put in him a craving to know everything, to see all of the world, to not miss one detail, which was why, late on the following night after Hunters attack, he found himself creeping up his stairs, not a creak of his steps passing without a wince. When he got halfway to the top floor, he rushed up the rest of them, and then paused on the side of the door that faced him.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, knowing that if he turned it, hed be disobeying his parents, who had given him strict orders to never be out past ten unless he was given permission. Part of him wanted to turn around and slink back to bed, but he knew that when he came to America, spending his time under the blankets like a frightened child wasnt what he wanted to do. He placed his hand on the cold doorknob, twisting it to the side and giving himself a crack to peer through. As he had expected, both of his parents had already retired to bed, after sitting on the couch with each other for a few hours to whisper about what the other thought was best for his son, and then concluding that while they had different goals for Archers life, his daddy gave in and admitted that he might have been wrong in judging Hunter too quickly.

Sucking in a shallow breath, Archer flipped his hood over his frizzy hair. Hed recently stepped out of the shower, and hed let his hair dry without a thorough brushing because hed been so distracted by the ringing of his phone, which he picked up to find was Hunter on the other end, asking him if hed like to see him within the next hour. Archer had, of course, said yes. Now he padded across the living room floor, balancing on the tips of his toes. He looked at the stairway, knowing that his parents were somewhere above him, and that, when he was little and had climbed out of bed, it always meant that he was going to retrieve them. He turned his back on them, flicking his eyes out the window, where the single light of a motorcycle shone. "Hunter." Archer breathed, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. Giggling, Archer hurried over to the front door, sparing one last glance over his shoulder. Before he was caught, he closed the door behind himself, and he ran across the crunchy lawn. His hood blew off of his wild curls, which streamed behind him as he darted into Hunters spread arms. Nearly tackling him off of his bike, Archer scattered kisses all over his the hard line of his jaw and the thin bridge of his nose. "Where are we going?"

"Hush, little one." Hunter muttered, pressing one finger to Archers lips, which puckered under the pressure. He threw one leg over the seat of the bike, reaching behind him for the spare helmet that dangled from the handle bar. "We wont go anywhere if you dont put this helmet on your pretty head." He grabbed Archer around the nape of his neck, strapping the helmet over his curls, which he quickly shoved off of his forehead before they were snapped into place. "I thought I could take you to the place that I stay. My dad will be gone until tomorrow morning. Ill have you back here before the sun comes up. Your parents wont know a thing."

Thrilled, Archer felt a rush of heat course through his veins, slowing down his blood and making it as sticky as boiled honey. Screeching as he was dragged onto the bike, Archer hooked his ankles around Hunters in a desperate attempt to keep his balance. Hunter pulled him so far forward that his torso was pressed entirely to Hunters muscular back, which was cloaked in a heavy jacket. He lowered his chin over Hunters shoulder, watching the scenery ahead of them change as Hunter stepped off of the pavement and rocked the bike from side to side, rolling it down to the main road. "Ive never done anything like this!" Archer screamed, flinging his head back as he felt the wind rush through his hair, blowing in gusts all around his smiling face.

He heard Hunter chuckle, but the low noise was muffled by the strong sheets of wind that whacked their ears. He didnt know if he stopped laughing for the entire ride down the streets, around a couple of blocks, and through a few lines of trees before the bike slowed down in a dark driveway. As soon as Hunter keyed the engine to the rumbling bike, he shifted around on the seat, giving himself room to fish around in his pocket for his phone. He lit up the flashlight that beamed off of it, and he handed it over to Archer. "I know my way around, but I thought that you might like some light."

Archer breathed out heavily, still toying with the ends of his hair after they were freed from under the tight helmet. Once he finished straightening out his hair, he held up the flashlight, shining it at a blackened home that was nestled between tall trees. "Is that where your dad lives?" He blinked his eyes at Hunter, who squinted against the light when it flashed in the direction of his face.

Hunter nodded his head, giving the house an unreadable expression before he turned back to Archer, his twitching mouth softening. "This way, my love. I dont want you to go in there. But youre more than welcome in the place that I stay."

Taking Hunters offered hand, Archer tilted the light toward the ground so he could see where he needed to take longer steps to avoid stumbling over branches and twigs. He felt the same whirlwind flip his stomach upside down as he clung to Hunter, disappearing deeper and deeper into the woods with him. "Can we call it your home?" Archer asked softly, squeezing Hunters hand tighter when it started to slip away. Hunter used his other to put out in front of him as he bent down, brushing dust off of something buried in the ground before he yanked up a piece of metal, a slab of wood unearthing with it. Archer flinched at the horrible squeal that the rusty metal let out. "I dont want it to be a place that you just stay, Hunter. You live here. Its your home."

"For now." Hunter agreed, sliding one leg down into a black pit. It was so dark that he suddenly vanished, only the upper half of his body detectable to the naked eye. He paused before he dropped the rest of the way into the endless hole, and he extended one hand, giving Archer a funny smirk. "Ignore the dust, sweet. Its hard to keep up on cleanliness when your home is a cellar." Archer draped his hand into Hunters, feeling a strong arm wind around his waist and heave him over the edge. Submerged into a dark room with only Hunter to steady him, Archer gasped sharply, lassoing him in stiff arms. "Relax, my little kitten. Youre going to snap my neck. I have more lighting. Let me go... I have to get my matches."

Archer hesitantly lowered his arms from Hunters shoulders, opening and closing his fists for handfuls of his jacket when he stepped away from him. After a minute, Archer jumped at the sound of a drawer snapping open, and then something sandy chiseling away at the edge of something else. He blinked at the flickering, golden glow a thin stick of wood gave off, illuminating Hunters shadowy face. Hunter turned his back on him, bending over something that he stuck the flame into. Within seconds, the room alit after a lantern was set aflame, and Archer gasped at the state of the tiny room, which was no more than a few feet wide, furnished with the bare minimal. The walls were concrete, a plain gray color that was slightly damp from the precipitation that seeped in through the uneven walls, and the furniture was no more than old, creaky wood. Archer didnt know how anyone could stand such conditions for any matter of time. If Hunter was willing to take this over living in the same house as his dad, something must have been very wrong.

The only things that brightened up the room were pieces of paper, pasted over nearly every inch of the walls. The edges were crinkled and yellowed, and the surface was stained and musty, but on each piece was a painting, some of the most extraordinary hed ever seen. In one of them there were blades of grass, moving easily under the wind, but completely colorless, and in another there was the trunk of a tree, each crook in it carved as if the tree itself were sitting on that piece of paper. But this one, too, was no more than a black tracing. But in others there were parts of a person, a boy with curly hair and a smiling mouth, but still as black and white as the rest of the world was to Hunter. A rickety easel sat in the corner of the room, with a blank canvas draped over its front, and dribbling paint bottles resting on the thin shelf. "Hunter..." Archer turned in a complete circle, his eyes widening on the man who had pinned himself to the wall, silently waiting for Archers judgment of his living space. "These are beautiful. Why wont you show them to anyone? If people knew of your talent-"

Hunters eyes remained completely blank, and he crossed his arms over his chest, stalking over to his squeaking bed. "I dont want them to see what I see. I am jealous over these blades of grass, and that tree... and especially the boy. People can see these things, but not the way I do."

Archer pursed his lips at Hunter, watching him fiddle with his thumbs, "Hunter, why are all of the paintings in black and white? The world is beautiful when it is colorful."

His eyes flickered away, casting down to the floor, "Some of them are colored... poorly, but colored. Unfortunately, some of us only have the ability to see in black and white. I wish I could see the way you do, Archer."

Folding his hands in front of himself, Archer backed away from Hunter, his shoulders raising and dropping with a huffing sigh. When he got up the courage, he raised his blue eyes once more to Hunter, who looked inexplicably saddened by something. He lifted his taut hand to his hair, shoving back his spiky locks. Archer noticed the deep brown roots from the way they flipped back, and one brow went up. "Hunter?" He whispered, taking a short step over to Hunter, who glanced back up at him. "Hunter... theres nothing wrong with seeing the world in black and white. I think that the way you look at things is amazing. You have a very unique view of the world." Fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, Archer shuffled closer to him, hearing him intake a breath of air as Archer tugged at his suffocating clothes. "Youve asked to touch my face before. You dont know the rest of me, though. I want to take my clothes off... so you can feel anything you want of me, and paint it whatever way you see it."

One of Hunters brows arched, as if he was intrigued by the proposal, but he still wouldnt turn his head toward Archer. "I cant have you naked in here. Youll catch a cold if you dont keep warm... and I cant be close to you like that. Things will go terribly wrong-"

Ignoring what Hunter was saying, Archer grabbed the bottom of his hoodie, slowly drawing it over his smooth stomach and back. He reappeared with ruffled hair, his skin a touch darker than it had been before it lost its covering. Hunters eyes briefly turned toward him, and then snapped away, as if uninterested in the sight being given to him. "You can do with me what you want... You dont have to look at me or touch me... but I want you to know that my clothes will be coming off whether you want them to or not. And if I catch a cold, itll be your fault... because Ill only get warm if you stay close to me." Taking a shaky breath, Archer kicked his shoes aside, then grabbed the button on his jeans, watching Hunter for any reactions to the sound of the zipper pulling down. Other than a spasm in his shoulders, Hunter was motionless. He slowly slid his jeans down to the middle of his thighs, his underwear catching on them and going down at just a rapid pace, and Archer whimpered softly when his cock sprung up, already leaking a few white dots at the tip. "Oh, Hunter... please."

Hunters lashes lowered over his cheeks, and then they lifted again. Taking a deep breath, he held it in for a few seconds, then released it with a shake of his head. He finally twisted his body around toward Archer, his thighs spreading so he could grab his pointy hips and tug him into the lee of them. "Youre testing my self-control, kitten. I only have so much of it before I become a ravaging, savage man." He warned, his tone like a knife that cut into Archers trembling back. "Im going to paint you... simply because I want to have all of you for myself, but dont hate me if I cant control myself from going farther."

"Please." Archer breathed, feeling a warm, rough hand wrap around the base of his penis. He moaned, letting himself be dragged forward and thrust onto the creaky bed. Without another word, Hunter stood up promptly, and he walked across the room to get the easel. Archer watched through narrowed eyes as he yanked it over, fighting with the unbending pieces of wood. When Hunter sat down on the edge of the bed, starting to go through his bottles of paint so he could pick out which ones he wanted to use, Archer held his hand out, touching his lower back. Hunter nearly jumped to the ceiling. "Hunter... dont treat this like a chore. I want to give myself to you like this. I want you to touch me everywhere... anywhere. I just want to feel your warm hands on my skin. Ive longed for this." Unconvinced, Hunter gave him a sneering look, so Archer slowly pushed himself up, trailing kisses along the underneath of his jaw. "I love you. Accept that."

"Lay down, or Im going to scoop you into my arms and kiss you senseless." Hunter threatened, making Archer raise a single brow before he finally lowered himself, his entire body melting into the thin mattress, with the exception of his cock, which caused an uncomfortable pressure between him and the crusty blankets. Peering up at Hunter with loving eyes, Archer bit back a quiet murmur when his hand suddenly came to the nape of his neck, sweeping down the middle of his back. A low grunt escaped Hunters lips. Archer didnt miss the shadowy color that flamed in his tan cheeks. "Damn you, you know how to disarm a man when hes in the middle of a war."

"Does it have to be a war?" Archer quivered as a calloused hand stroked his left butt cheek, peeling it away from his right. Letting his eyes flutter shut, he made a quiet noise when a knuckle pressed on his tight hole, not quite penetrating the ring of muscle. "Hunter... you dont know how badly I want this. I want to lay under you and feel you slide inside of me. I want to lose it to you tonight-"

"Out of the question." Hunter said firmly, turning back to his paints, which he dipped a brush into and then smeared across the canvas. Archer assumed what was now a stripe of silvery white would soon turn into his back. "I didnt bring you here so I could take you, my love. This isnt the place I want it to happen... and Im not the person you should be having it with-"

"Dont tell me no. Im tired of being told no." Archer wriggled his butt against Hunters groping hand, which returned to it and squeezed his right cheek as if he was trying to measure how plump it was. "You love me, dont you? And this is where all of these amazing paintings happened. You put your heart into this place. This is where I want to lose my virginity to you. It feels right now-"

"Flip over." Hunters voice was hoarse, making Archer bat his big eyes as he was unceremoniously turned onto his backside. His cock stuck straight into the air, something that didnt go unnoticed by Hunter, whose nostrils flared and lips became tight when his knuckles bumped it, making it wobble from side to side. "Why are you so hard right now? Youre already leaking-"

Archer couldnt stay still any longer, and he threw his upper half off of the bed, pressing it to Hunters heaving chest. Archer felt the points of his nipples scrape him through a few thin layers of fabric. "Because I want you." He told him, his shaking hands clamping around Hunters straining biceps. Hunter growled lowly, his arms slowly winding around Archers naked back. "I didnt want this at the lake because I was still frightened... and it was a place that neither of us knew. We could have been seen. But its just us here... and its a place thats been home to you since you were young. How could I not want you to make love to me here?"

Hunter shook his head, his sticky hands slapping over Archers skin and leaving handprints the same shades that Archers skin was going to be on the canvas. "I hate what you do to me." He rumbled, opening his mouth a second before he pressed it to Archers, which instantly became a small circle to let Hunters tongue slide in, poking past his thin lips and his small rows of teeth. Hooking his fingers into Archers bottom, he hauled him up and then dropped him back down, this time completely underneath him as he climbed on top of him. A furious look overwhelmed Hunters face, scrunching up his brows and peeling his lips back, and Archer started to cry out, but then the head lowered, smearing hot, wet kisses over his tingling lips. "F-Fuck... Archer. Ive never tasted anything as good as your skin. Its so sweet and salty."

Archer trembled, writhing underneath Hunter, who he tried to wrap his legs around to bring them even closer. When his cock rubbed against a sharp zipper, he whimpered at the burn of pain. "You have clothes on. H-Hunter... take off your clothes. Please... Please. I hate these damned clothes-" Plucking at the strands on Hunters jacket, Archer narrowed his eyes in a glare at the sound of Hunters chuckling, but he couldnt have come off as threatening when he looked so dazed.

"I spent a lot of money on these clothes." Hunter admitted, fumbling with his jacket sleeves, which he splattered paint onto. "Dont rip them apart, my love." At the anxious noise that Archer let out as he clawed at Hunters shoulders, which slowly became bare, Hunter snarled from deep in his throat, "And dont ever make that sound again... or else Ill rip you apart." Pushing down his jeans, Hunter discarded the rest of his clothes onto the floor, and Archer let out a breathless sound when his nude body lowered over his, every inch of hot, muscular man meeting his clammy body. Hunter must have been feeling the same way because he squinted his eyes shut as a groan burbled out of him. He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his cock against Archers. "Your skin is so soft... Ive never felt anything this beautiful-"

"Inside." Archer begged, barely able to make the sound. "Please... Hunter... Ive never wanted anything so much." Tears squirted from the corners of his eyes as Hunter wedged his legs between his, pushing his knees farther apart. Every movement was so intimate, and everything he felt was Hunters sweat dripping off of his skin. "Its that feeling again-"

"Shh..." Hunter pleaded, lowering his hips just a few inches. And that was when Archers world exploded in fire as a pointed tip entered him, and with one more thrust, Hunter plunged several more inches inside. Screaming, Archer thrashed below Hunter, until a pair of soothing hands cupped his face, and a mouth lowered over his, softening his terrible noises. "Its okay. Its okay. Let your body adjust to me. I promise... youre alright. I wouldnt hurt you-" When Archer wiggled again, Hunter hissed between his grinding teeth, "Shit. Dont move. Youre clenching down on me too hard." As soon as Archer realized that he was hurting Hunter, he stopped moving completely, and stayed still long enough for Hunter to slide in once more, then draw out, and then push back in. Crying out, Archer grabbed handfuls of his blond hair, feeling his mouth rub over his, saliva and tears coating each others tongues. "Little kitten... this feels so good. Youre so wet and tight around me."

Mashing his lips together, Archer turned his head to the side, burrowing into a warm pillow that smelled like Hunter. Hunters lips drifted over his damp cheek, sounds of popping, as well as the slick sounds of Hunters cock slipping in and out of him, filling Archers muffled ears. Suddenly, Hunter stopped thrusting his hips downward, and everything froze for just a moment before wetness exploded inside of him, splashing his inner walls and dribbling out of him. Screeching, Archer flung his head back, feeling Hunters lips ravage his neck, sucking and nipping, as hot liquid rolled from his swollen sac down his shaft and to his tip, where it sprayed from, painting Hunters tan skin white. "Hunter!" He yelped, engulfed in such overwhelming pleasure that, for seconds, or maybe minutes, everything went black. His head stopped spinning, and his body stopped reeling. When he came to, he found himself wound completely around Hunter, who panted harshly in his ear, while he fingered Archers moist curls. "H-Hunter... you didnt do that last time-"

Hunter clenched his jaw, his upper half collapsing over Archers torso, which smarted against him because it had been kissed raw, "T-Thats the first time. Ive never had an orgasm before. I thought I wasnt able to." He remained quiet on the matter for a few minutes while he caught his breath, but when he lifted his head, a small, weary smile had curved his lips. "I had an orgasm. Archer, you made me have an orgasm." Lowering his head over Archers, he kissed away the tears that stained his cheeks and the scratches from the stubble burns, as rough sobs broke out of him. "Ive never felt so much pleasure from touching another. You made me feel better than I have in a long time."

Archer smiled up at Hunter, feeling him scoop up his curls and fan them across the pillow so they werent caught under his sensitive neck, "Thank you for this." He shut his eyes when Hunter lowered his head, peppering kisses over his thin lids all the way down to his round chin, "I love you so much, Hunter."

Hunter rubbed his nose against Archers, slowly lifting his hips so he drew out of him carefully. The feeling of emptiness was alarming to Archer, whose mouth fell open in surprise. He chuckled lowly at his lovers startled expression, "Youre adorable, my sweetest. I think I want to paint you just like this... with those puckered, round lips, and those big eyes of yours. And Ill smear my come over your body, kitten. What do you think? I think a painting like that would be a masterpiece. And then Ill lick it all off you... every inch of this round, firm butt."

Even though he should have been shocked by such bold words, Archer could only giggle, giving Hunter one last kiss before he started to shift off the bed. Widening his eyes, he grabbed for his shoulders, holding him down. "Im sleepy now. I want to hold onto you while I drift off. Paint me later, bird. I want to rest in your arms." Snuggling his face into Hunters powerful, thrumming chest, Archer whispered softly, "I do love you, okay? I dont think you believe me yet, but I do... with all of my heart."

Hunter smiled up at the ceiling, rubbing Archers soft back with his palm. Even though all he wanted to do was capture a moment like this, it seemed that he couldnt distance himself from it long enough to do so. He figured that they would have plenty of moments like this in the future. This wouldnt be the last time he had Archer naked in his bed, he assumed. "I love you, too, my precious, little kitten... with all that is left of mine."