Book of Love

by David Horne

  "Well?" Alfie asked with an unimpressed brow raise.

  That seemed to get his dad back to himself as he glared back at Alfie. "Excuse me? Do you not know who I am?"

  The unimpressed look on Alfie's face only grows stronger as he crosses his arms and leans his upper body back to regard his dad like some wayward teenager who couldn't take no for an answer.

  "Oh, I know exactly who you are, Mr. Ward." That pretty face Matt adored sifted from unimpressed to a downright ugly sneer.

  "You are a worthless excuse of a father who can't even see the suffering he's put his family through in the name of his own greedy ambition. Tell me Mr. Ward, what would you have done if Matt had gotten killed or mugged and had to go to the hospital? Through your heartless actions, Matt could have lost his scholarship or worse. Why? Just because you can't accept the fact that your son isn't a pawn to be placed in your grand old scheme for power and fame. It's disgusting that you, a parent who wanted the child, tells the child that he is ungrateful for things he never asked for. You, sir, are a downright disgrace to fathers all around the world who actually care for their children's happiness." As Alfie said his speech, he grew more and more heated and was close to yelling at his dad when he finished. Alfie man was breathing hard and still glaring daggers at the shell-shocked man that was his dad.

  "Y-you have no right to talk to me like that. I can end your business with just one phone call." Matt went stiff with fear. His father had gained more and more connections as the years went by. By now, he had amassed a few powerful friends who could quickly end a small bookstore. When Matt looked at Alfie, he saw a smirk.

  His dad was confused by the smirk, too, if the look on his face was anything to go by.

  "Try that and you'll quickly find out that this is merely a chain store of a book-loving family that have opened many stores in Britain before coming to America to do the same. You will also find out that said family is very well off and mighty connected to some very powerful people who could ruin just about any business. So, again, try it." Alfie was now walking to the other side of the counter to stand next to Matt, the long fingers opened a drawer that Matt was told not to open until Alfie showed him what was inside himself.

  Inside the drawer were documents and a thick, old looking book.

  Alfie leaned over the counter and showed his dad the papers and book. Matt’s father turned a pale white and swallowed thickly. Looking down, Matt's eyes went wide when he saw that the papers were just documents to show ownership. However, it was the book that had gotten a significant reaction.

  It was a family book, a book of history, an old and original by the age of the thing. It was the book of the Xavier family. A very powerful British family that goes by a different surname now but kept the Xavier in their boys' names. The family was very powerful and could indeed end his entire small empire he had to work so hard for in just one phone call.

  "I suggest you turn around and get your sorry arse out of my shop and never return. You will never darken our doorstep. Then, I will allow you to keep your pathetic company. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" Alfie bit the last words out.

  Matt watched as his father turned and left the shop with his tail between his legs.

  He couldn't believe what he just saw and what his dad had said to him. He felt Alfie's hand on his shoulder and turned to see a clearly worried Alfie looking at him. "Don't listen to him. He’s just a narcissistic twit. His words hold no weight." Matt nodded as he continued to stare at Alfie.

  Swallowing, Matt had a moment where his mouth connected with his heart and not his brain. He blurted out in a soft voice.

  "I'm in love with you."

  Matt watched as Alfie's eyes went wide.

  Nothing was said for a few seconds. Matt cursed internally. He honestly shouldn't have said it now. He meant to, but it wasn't the place.

  "You love me?" Alfie said in an equally soft voice as if speaking too loudly would shatter everything. Matt nodded before he dropped his eyes to the floor, mentally preparing himself for rejection.

  However, it never came as Alfie's slender hand came into view. Matt allowed his face to be tilted up. "I need time. I'm not saying no, but I am not saying yes. I just need some time."

  That was a lot better than what Matt thought he was going to get. So, he was more than willing to give Alfie some time to think.

  Alfie just gave the smile Matt loved to see." Right, let's finish up today and head home." Matt said nothing about it being three hours before their standard closing time.

  Chapter Six

  Matt was happy to know that his confession to Alfie didn’t make things awkward between them. Alfie didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. So, Matt counted his lucky stars that he didn’t ruin everything.

  Alfie treated Matt the same. Matt felt better letting his feeling known, even if Alfie turned him down.

  The first month went by, and Matt had not once mentioned what Alfie was feeling. He was obviously curious and really wanted Alfie to give him a chance. Ultimately, it wasn't up to him to decide.

  It was the first week into the second month when a man came into the store had a striking resemblance to Alfie. Matt knew that he was Alfie's father. He gulped as the man looked around the empty store. It was about thirty minutes before the store closed. Alfie’s father turned around and flipped the closed sign.

  Matt had a feeling of dread when the man's blue eyes landed on him. It didn't help that the man had enough shared features with Alfie that the lack of eye color made Matt uneasy.

  Where Alfie was more artsy with his dress style, Mr. Bailey was a smartly dressed man with a three-piece suit. His jacket was slung over his arm while he had a briefcase in his hand. Alfie and his father didn’t share hair color either. The man before him having a paler shade of blond. He was also wearing glasses, black rectangular frames that suited the man’s serious look down to a “t.”

  "You must be Mr. Ward. Alfie had told me quite a bit about you."

  Matt cringed and looked to the side. "I won't be dumb enough to think it would be all good," Matt muttered. The look that Alfie's father gave him showed him that he knew what Matt was implying to.

  “Ah yes, that was a very trying time in Alfie’s life. From what I know, you never did anything to Alfie. So, I am curious as to what you think Alfie would have said about you.”

  Matt sighed and sat on his chair so he could cradle his head. "It's the not doing anything that's the problem. I could have reported them anonymously, but I didn't. In my opinion, I was just as guilty." Matt sighed and looked up at Mr. Bailey. The man had moved to the other side of the counter. The briefcase and jacket was placed on the table as Mr. Bailey looked down at his clasped hands.

  "You were a teenager. We could argue back and forth about what it meant to not do anything. However, knowing the possible situation you were in, I can only imagine how you thought that if your team found out that you would no doubt be humiliated and ridiculed. I would also presume that would lead to you leaving the sport, and the whole school could see how happy you were on the field. So again, how can I blame a teenager who has yet to see the adult world?"

  A lump had formed in Matt's throat. He tried to swallow it away, but he couldn't seem to. With a croak in his voice Matt barely got the words out of his mouth.

  "I was the one who gave them up when they pushed Alfie down the stairs."

  That got a reaction from Mr. Bailey. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped a little. "The police said it was one of the teachers, but they wanted to stay anonymous."

  Matt snorted and looked off to the side. "I asked to stay anonymous. The police and the principal agreed that it would be best that I stayed out of the limelight."

  A look of understanding came to Mr. Bailey's face. His eyes softened. "Does Alfie know?"

  Matt merely shook his head negative. "I haven't gotten a chance to tell him." Mr. Bailey nodded his head, he looked down at his watch and then back up at Matt.

  "Something you should know. I
n our family, we tell each other everything. Alfie had informed me that you confessed to him. Now, as a father, all I want to know is how you really feel about my son?"

  Matt took a deep breath and felt his face move into a smile. He knew it was the smile that was always on his face when he thought of Alfie. He looked into Mr. Bailey’s eyes and kept the smile on his face. "When Alfie came to the school, he was such a ball of sunshine. He was also so friendly with everyone. He radiated happiness. It was hard not to be pulled in his orbit. I was in high school, but I stayed far enough away to not get noticed." Matt smirked as he scoffed at himself.

  "I have always found him so endearing with all his little quirks. Always having a book around, always tilting his head when he's confused or thinking about something. His snarky sense of humor. He makes me relax, and he's more level-headed one between us. He… he just makes my heart want to beat out of my chest. I want to hug him when he does something adorable, and I want to know him better. I want to go on walks with him and Sam. I want to make him happy. His smile gives me butterflies, and I feel like I'm about to float away." Matt blinked when he realized that he got carried away.

  When he met Mr. bailey's eyes. The man had a smile on his face.

  "I think I have all I need. Have a good evening, and tell Alfie I said hello." As the man got back into his jacket and grabbed his briefcase, with the man was facing the door, he looked over his shoulder. "You have my blessing to date my son."

  Matt gaped at the door.

  He heard Alfie come down the stairs. "Hey, your dad was…" Matt's sentence broke off as he saw the look on Alfie's face. Matt watched as Alfie locked the door and flipped the lights off. It was still light enough outside that Matt could see Alfie walk his way and come to a stop in front of him.

  "I have come to a decision," Alfie whispered as he looked up at Matt.

  "Yeah?" Matt whispered back. The look Alfie was giving him was making his heart flutter in his chest.

  Alfie took a step closer until there was only a small space left between their mouths, and they were breathing in the same air. "I want to be with you. I want to get to know you better. I want to kiss you. I want you to hold me. And, I want to see where this can go." Alfie spoke so softly that if they hadn't been standing as close as they have been, Matt would not have heard him, but he did.

  Matt raised his hand to gently run his finger over Alfie's cheek, the smooth, soft skin, and the flutter of dark blond eyelashes. "Can I kiss you now?" Matt asked Alfie as he used his hand to tilt his head up.

  "Please do."

  That was all permission Matt needed. He bent down slightly and gently caressed his lips against Alfie's soft ones. The kiss started off innocent and sweet. But, in no time at all the chemistry between Matt and Alfie sparked into the ignition and the kisses became deeper. Their tongues twirled and danced as Alfie moaned when Matt's hands migrated lower, from his neck, sliding down his chest to end up at his hips to grip them tightly as he tugged Alfie closer.

  Alfie wrapped his arms around Matt's neck as he nipped Matt's lower lip. "I think we need to go upstairs." Alfie whispered before he pecked Matt on the lips again. He gently gripped Matt's hands before leading him upstairs.

  Once they were upstairs, Matt decided to take the lead and herded Alfie to a wall before picking him up by his tights, pressing him up the wall. It made Alfie moan deep in his throat when their groins pressed against each other.

  Taking a breather from kissing Alfie, Matt pulled back. "How far do you want to go?" Matt panted as he kissed and nipped Alfie's neck. He heard Alfie hum in thought, a hum that broke here and there by a moan.

  Alfie lowered his head to look at Matt. A serious expression was there, but it was marred by the blush that was on Alfie's cheeks and the hazy look filing his eyes. "I'm not some prude but maybe we can hold back on the main course?" Alfie asked as he gently ran his fingers through Matt's hair.

  Matt nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds good. We can keep it to heavy kissing for now. I don't think I can keep my hands off of you now that I have had a chance to hold you." Matt growled at the end of his sentence as he nipped Alfie's neck, hard enough that it would leave a mark. It only made Alfie's hips buck up, and himself moan the loudest yet.

  "Your room. Sam is in mine," Alfie panted.

  A low gravelly groan left Matt as he hoisted Alfie a bit higher, gripping Alfie by the upper thighs. It was luckily closer to his room than Alfie's. The room was still somewhat bare, but it didn't matter as Matt gently lowered Alfie onto the bed. He stood straight and looked down at the lovely creature in his bed. Alfie had changed into lounge clothes when he went up for the day. So, it was easy to slip the man's shirt off. The chest before him made his mouth water.

  "You too." Alfie muttered as he lifted his arms above his head. It was a pose that sent Matt's blood rushing to his dick, and with such speed, he got a bit dizzy. "Yeah. Me too." He uttered in a daze, he nearly ripped his shirt in taking it off. He undid his jeans as he toed off his shoes and socks. Alfie had, in the meantime, wiggled out of his sweat pants and had scooted to the end of the bed to sit in front of Matt.

  He took over for Matt's hands as he gently tugged the jeans down until gravity took over. He then reached over and grabbed Matt by both hands and tugged Matt down as he leaned back to lie down on the bed.

  Matt raised himself on his hands when they lined up again. He looked at Alfie just because he couldn't believe that it was Alfie under him. It was, however, probably now a good time to inform Alfie of something very important.

  "This is, um very embarrassing to admit, but…" Matt sighed and rubbed his face. When he looked back at Alfie, he saw the worried look in those lovely green eyes.

  "I have never been with anyone. At all," Matt confessed and watched as Alfie's eyes went wide in shock.

  "How is that even possible?" Alfie asked in disbelief.

  Matt chuckled and lowered himself until he was more on top of Alfie. "I never had someone I wanted to do anything with. You are the only person I have ever felt this way about," Matt said as he looked deeply into those green eyes.

  Alfie cleared his throat and looked to the side, his nose meeting the back of Matt's hand. "I am not a virgin. Is that okay?" The worry was evident in Alfie's voice. It made Matt's heart clench. "I can't hold anything you did before me against you." The look of relief was enough for Matt to swoop down and claim Alfie's lips in a searing kiss that had the man arching up against him.

  "You’re very, um, good at kissing," Alfie moaned out as Matt worked his way down his chest. Alfie's hand dove into the dark brown locks and gripped them loosely as the kisses his body was receiving sent small shockwaves of pleasure down his spine.

  Matt looked up from where he was closing in on a pale nipple. "I've had a few kissing partners, but none have felt as good to kiss as you are," Matt said before swiping his tongue over Alfie's left nipple. It got a gasp out of Alfie and the hand in his hair tightening slightly.

  No more words were said as Matt nipped, licked and sucked at Alfie's left nipple while his hand gently pinched and pulled the right one. Alfie arched and moaned at the attention he received.

  Soon Matt switched nipples for a while before he went lower. He kissed his way down Alfie's soft stomach. His fingers ghosted along Alfie's sides but paused when Matt heard a stifled giggle. Looking up at Alfie, he saw the man had his other hand over his mouth, but his eyes showed laughter.

  Alfie was ticklish. Matt stored that at the back of his head for a later time.

  Placing his hands more firmly on the heaving sides, Matt continued to lower his head until he reached the band of Alfie's underwear. He looked up to meet with green eyes again. This time it was a way of asking for permission. Alfie looked down and nodded. His hand that had been buried in his hair had fallen to his stomach.

  Thumbs hooked around the band of the underwear. He slowly slid them down the long legs he had once or twice fanaticized about. When the underwear was off, Matt stumbled a bit, unsure of
what to do.

  Deciding to start off with something he has some knowledge of, he wrapped his hand around the shaft of Alfie's dick. It felt like his own, slightly smaller but still a good size. Alfie had gasped when Matt touched his cock. It was a firm hold. It belied the nervousness he saw in Matt's eyes.

  The hand loosened slightly as it started to move up and down. Fingers swiped the head of Alfie’s cock, picking up the moisture to help make the next slide of hand easier. It was still a bit dry, and he knew it was painful. "There's lube in the nightstand," Matt said as he removed his hand from Alfie's cock.

  Alfie twisted around to open the drawer. There was only lube in the drawer. The bottle was three-quarters full. Alfie then handed the bottle to Matt.

  Squeezing a generous amount of lude in his palm, Matt waited a few moments for it to warm up but decided to warm it up by rubbing it between his palms. He then gripped Alfie's cock again in a more confident grip. The movement was smoother now. Alfie moan turned raspy as his head fell back.

  Matt wanted to touch Alfie with his other hand, but he didn't know what to do with the left-over lube. Alfie began to squirm, his hips making a rotating motion.

  "Matt… I need more," Alfie groaned as he moved his hips once more. Matt looked at his lube covered hand and back at Alfie, who was looking at him with a plea in his eyes.

  "Tell me what you want." Matt waited as Alfie tried to come up with words, but Matt had been stroking his cock continuously and had gotten a good rhythm down, occasionally playing with the head and the glands underneath. He even cradled and fondled his balls once or twice, getting a full-body twitch.

  Alfie sat up, making Matt pause his activities on Alfie's cock. Alfie placed his legs over Matt’s to get closer to Matt, a warm mouth slotted against his. He felt Alfie take his still lube covered hand and lower it between his legs.

  "I want these fingers in me, please," Alfie whispered against his lips. Matt gulped and looked down at Alfie's cock and right under that his hole.