Ch1: The Beautiful Boy :yaoi:

WARNING: YAOI (boyxboy love)

What Happens in the Library?  

Chapter one: The Beautiful Boy (Edited, Please re-read!)

Through Cyprus’s POV

The college library was more quite so then usual, for a Wednesday afternoon at least. I look around and see few people. I shrug it off and move on to the checkout counter.

“Evening, Sam.” The short brown haired man looks up at me bored.

“Your late again Cyprus.” He gives me a half smile, not really caring, just wanting to give me a hard time.

“Sorry, my test ran a little late. I’ll try to get here faster if it happens again.” I make my way around the counter and tuck my bag under it.

“It’s fine; it’s been a slow day anyway.” He stretches his arms and stands up.

“Are you the only one here?” I look around for any signs of someone else on duty.

“Nope, Trisha is in the computer lab signing people in; and Tyler is supposed to be stocking books but I doubt it.” He growls the last part. He and Tyler have never gotten along. Sam sees Tyler as an immature lazy child, even though he’s twenty two; and Tyler sees Sam as a grumpy forty year old man with a stick up his ass.

“So what can I do to help?” I clip on my name tag and smile at Sam. He rubs the back of his neck as if he’s exhausted.

“You can stay here at the front counter while I go tell Tyler to get his ass in gear.” He walks off mumbling something about being scared of the future if Tyler’s in it. I snicker to myself as I take my set on the wooden stool. I silently hope for Tyler’s sack that Sam doesn’t find him; if he is slacking off on the job then Sam will go ballistic.

I laugh at the thought and sigh. Tyler and I have been friends since we were kids and I would hate to see him get into any more trouble; but it was inevitable, Tyler was a slacker by nature.

The library is totally quite, only the ruffles of paper and the ticking of a clock can be heard. Overall the place is boring. Now I love books, but after working in here for three months, every day after college classes, you start to realize how boring books can get. I grab the nearest book to me that’s lying on the counter and read the title out loud.  

“Unique.” I chuckle lightly. “I have yet to have ever seen anything unique about this place.” Yea, that’s right. I attended the local college in my hometown. I’ve lived here my whole life and I hate it. Nothing happens here, nobody comes here. The college is the only thing helping this place breath air from the outside world. Yea, I mean, we do get people from out of state, but none of them have ever caught my eyes. I have a very interesting taste in appearance and personality. Nobody has ever come close to making my mouth water. I like men, I like young men, I like cute boys, and I like them to be ‘Unique.’ I open the book, pretending to be interested; I’ve read this one before.  It’s a homosexual romance novel, it happens to be one of my favorites.

“Nobody unique lives here.” I state out loud to myself.

I start to read the first few lines on the first page, knowing each word by heart.

“Only the books are unique, each one holds a different story.” I start to become engrossed in the story all over again, getting lost in the black letters on yellowish paper. It’s a beautiful story full of romance, sex, sadness, and death. With a twisted ending that would make you want to cry and scream; then throw the book across the room, as I did.

“Excuse me, Sir?” I look up startled by the sudden sound of a voice. The young brown haired girl jumps slightly as the book I had once been holding lands loudly on the counter.

“Oh, sorry about that Ms.” She blushes at my flustered expression.

“Its fine, umm…I would like to check out this book.” She holds a purplish pink book up to me.

“Of course.” I take the book from her, letting my finger tips slightly graze hers. She pulls her hand away quickly and blushes a brighter red. I smile charmingly at her.
This really is the only kind of fun I ever get now days. Making young girls blush is too easy, even the young boys will get a little embarrassed sometimes. Its fun seeing their reactions, not a one of them will ever guess that I’m gay, except the boys that is.

“May I see your library card Ms.?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I completely forgot about that!” She scrambles into her purse for it, pulling it out hurriedly and hands it to me. I allow my nails to scrap across her palm; her hand visibly trembles.

“Thank you.” I type in her user number and then scan the book. It turns out her name is Cathy and she is a junior in high school.

“Here you go.” I hand her card and the book back to her.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, your book is due back on the…” A door slams and I look up. My heart stops beating for a moment and a small voice in the back of my head starts to scream. My eyes are glued to the figure standing in the door way.

“Unique.” The words slip from my mouth without audio.

The figure is young and male; and his hair is a violent flashing purple color. His skin looks liquid white underneath the black mesh on his arms. His face is expressionless and beautiful. His body looks slim yet not anywhere near weak or delicate. He’s wearing knee high light blue socks and fine fitting boats with huge buckles.  The shorts he is wearing are black a baggy and they fall to his knees; with straps warped around them. His button down shirt is a light blue color and his wearing a male corset around his waist. I take in everything little detail about his appearance in the few short moments I stare at him.

I can’t help but stare, he is unlike any person I have ever seen before. His clothes are so out there; I can only imagine all the looks that he has been given behind his back, the things they are saying. Yet, in my eyes, he is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His face, those intense aqua eyes, such full pink lips, his lip ring…Wait! I blink a few times; it is now that I start to notice that in several places the light reflects off him. He has his ears priced several times, his right eyebrow, his nose, and his bottom lip; all have metallic metal rings in them.

I sigh, so much to take in. I smile lightly to myself.

“Umm…Mr. Spiridon, are you ok?” I jump at the sound of her voice and quickly look at her.

“Uh…oh…sorry about that.” My face flushes again, I have to stop spacing out like that. ‘How long have I been staring at him?’ Cathy turns lightly and spots the young boy.

“Oh you were staring at the new kid. I know how you feel. I stared at him a lot to the first few days, everyone did. It’s hard not to, his so weird.” Cathy turns back around to look at me. “Yea know?” I can only stare at her.

“You know him?”

“Oh no, he’s the new kid in my class. He just moved here last week. He has not said a word since he started class on last Monday.”

“Really, so he’s a junior like you?” I look back up at him but he’s not there.

“Yeah, and he’s really strange. Everyone is afraid of him.” She looks back up at me and smiles.  “What do you think of him?” I thought hard about my answer. What did I think of him really? I smile.

“I think his very unique and would love the chance to talk with him. Not to mention his beautiful.” She blinks a few times; apparently this was not the answer she was expecting. I slid her book closer to her along with her card. “Your book is due back two weeks from today, on April 22nd . Have a nice day Ms. Cathy.”

“Uh hu.” She grabs her book and half runs out the door, all flushed faced. I chuckle, and then gasp to myself.

“I forgot to ask her his name.” That only left one option. I would have to talk to him myself.

I narrow my eyes and scan as much of the library as I can from the counter. There is no sign of him. I fought the urge to leave the counter and search for him.

“Damn it.” I gritted my teeth and pry that Sam would hurry up and come back.

That boy is all I can think about. The way his face looked so blank and empty yet so full of beauty. His body was small and fit. The cloths he was wearing complemented his figure so well. They also looked complex; the thought of taking them off the boy excited me. Just the thought of undoing the laces on the corset sends shivers through my body and my hands begin to shake. The boy was young and pretty, probably sixteen years old, so much youth. I smile and stare in-between the books shelves searching for his body.

“Hey Cyprus, you alright?” I turn slight to see Tyler walking up to me. His face is pale and he looks tired.

“I should be asking you that question.” He walks over to me and pats my back.

“I’m fine, just got done sleeping in the storage room.” He yawns and blinks. “Have you seen Sam?” He stretches and leans against the wall. His stripped button down shirt is wrinkled and his jeans have oil stains on them.

“Yea, about ten minutes ago. He’s looking for you.” I watch as his face is unchanging.

“Really, what a surprise; will he didn’t find me so I guess I’m safe. If he asks I just got done stocking shelves, alright?”

“Sure, but have those shelves really been stocked; or are the books still sitting on the cart?” Tyler’s face went sour and he gave me a goofy smile. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Ah man, you know I don’t know how to do that sort of stuff. I fix cars, I don’t even like books. Cyprus please buddy. You gotta help me out here.” He pleads with me.

I looked away and smile to myself. This was working out to my advantage.

“Of course I’ll help you; that’s what friends are for right.” I got up and walked around the counter.

“Thanks man you’re a life saver. The carts in the very back near the fiction section.” Tyler points to the far left of the library. “You know where I’m talking about.” He broke off into a loud yawn.

“If you happen to see Sam tell him I’m busy re-shelving books.” Tyler gives me a funny look as I start to walk off.

“Dude, that’s what you’re going to go do, what’s the difference.” He begins talking very admittedly with his hands well trying to keep his balance on the stool he was now sitting on.

I decide to ignore him as I begin my hunt.

I walk quickly towards the far left and make a quick turn down the left aisle. I scan threw the book selves looking for a glimpse of purple or blue. My breathing is becoming quicker and my heart races in my chest. The thumping of my heart seems to almost echo in the nearly empty library. As I begin to make random quick turns my mind runs threw a million different scenarios.

‘I’ll tell him I like his hair, ask me his name.’ I grimaced. ‘No, too weird. I’ll ask him if there is anything I can do for him. No to suspicious, this is a public library.’ I gasp as I trip over my own feet and fall to the ground. ‘It can’t be this hard to find a beautiful looking kid like him in a nearly empty library!’ I sigh and stay where I am; I fold my arms under my chin and lay my head on them.

“This is more default then I thought it would be.” I close my eyes. ‘I could always just pretend to casually bump into him and start a conversation like a normal person would do.’ ‘But, I’m not normal,’ I slightly start to doze off here on the library floor. ‘Maybe I’ll tell him to come with me to the back room too file out a library form. Then when we’re all alone I’ll force myself on him. Yeah, I’ll make him mine,’ I didn’t realize it, but I began to voice my personal fantasy about the boy out loud.

“I bet he taste yummy, that smooth white skin, those aqua eyes of his. I bet they would sparkle wonderfully while he was panting with have lidded eyes. I wonder what his voice sounds like. And I’ve never kisses anyone with a lip ring before; I want to know that kind of sensation.” I sigh dreamily. “That’s it! I’ll take him with me to the back room and make him mine right now!”

“Just so you know that kind of thing is called rape and it’s illegal.” My breathing stops and my eyes fly open. That voice I have just heard, it sounded like honey; so sweet and silky. I can only imagine such a voice belonging to one person…!

“Oh no.” I look at the ground before me. Shiny black boats are clear in my line of sight. I scan a little further up words. The person before me is obviously crouching; and to my happiness it is clearly a boy. I blush, and try not to stare at his crotch. Light blue, knee high socks become evident. My stomach knots and I flush a bright red.

“Sir, you can stop staring at my crotch.” The figure stands up.

“I’m so sorry.” I get up off the floor without looking at the boy. How much had he heard?

“I was wondering how long you were going to lay there.” I hear him laugh; it’s a joyful sound, like bells.

“How much of that did you hear?” I slightly shuffle my feet while staring at them and scratch the side of my face.

“Enough, to know you were talking about me. You have a very vivid imagination.” He laughs again as I look up to stare at him.  

I can only stare more; he is even more beautiful up close. I can see now that his eyes are bright and vivid. His lips have a gloss on them and I wonder what flavor? He has a thin neck and I have to fight the urge to lurch forward and taste his skin. He is several inches shorter than me. He has a smirk on his face that reminds me of an imp; it’s so cute.

“Hmm, do I interest you in some way mister?” I blush as he stands on his tip toes and brings his face only inches from mine.

“What would make you think that boy?” I smile at him; this is just too good to be true. He is a tease, and a good one at that.

“Because from the moment I’ve walked into this library you have done nothing but stare at me.” His lips are barely touching mine now. I can feel his hot breath on my lips and the urge to kiss him threatens to win over my body.

“You’re a very interesting looking boy.” I’m staring into his aqua eyes and the hold an unnamable emotion, he blinks.

“You think I’m interesting?” His is such a tease, I can tell, as he takes in a deep breath of air and lets it out slowly. He must like playing with fire but he is trying to fan my flames; and doing such a good job of it too.

“Yes, I’ve never seen anyone like you before in my life. Nobody around here dresses like you do.” I lightly blow back onto his lips. I can hear his shorts ruffle as he shifts his weight.

“Oh, and I bit nobody around here has their lip pierced either.” My eyes widen as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, doing so causes his tongue to just barely brush against my lip. I can’t take it anymore.

“No one.” As I’m about to crush my lips into his he jumps back and I end up kissing air.

“Nah uh uh.” He shakes a finger at me, smiling so evilly.

“Tease.” I growl. He laughs again. Then placing a hand on his hip he points to me.

“You’re a pervert.” He looks so cocky and arrogant, with just a hint of gay thrown somewhere in there; no straight boy would place his hand on his hip like that.

“Sorry boy, you are just so delicious looking. I couldn’t help but try to steal a kiss or two.” I narrow my eyes, showing him that I’m serious about what I say He needs to know what he is getting himself into, once you play with my fire, it’s not easy to put it back out.

He gapes at me for a few seconds then looks pissed.

“Stay away from me.”

“Sorry, can’t make any promises. You’re my type, young and beautiful. Not to mention you’re a little flirt. And….” I take a few steps towards him and grab his chine before he can run away. Then I bring my lips just on top of his. “You have teased me cruelly, nobody gets away with that.” I playfully lick his lip ring. “I will find out what it’s like to kiss you with this thing on. I swear it.” His whole body shivers and he squeaks. I turn my face sideways, looking like I’m about to kiss him, but I don’t. I just stare into his eyes, they are wide and he looks scared.

“Aw, how cute, little mouse.”

“Get away from me you perverted pedophile!” He shoves me violently away and walks quickly off towards the front of the library. On the way I watch him grab a book off a table. I chase after him hoping to say one last thing to him, just to piss him off. How much fun this was turning out to be! I can hear the sound of chains jingle as he makes his way for the checkout counter.

I turn past the last aisle and spot him talking to Tyler. Tyler hands him a sheet of paper, nervously eyeing him. As I get closer I am able to hear them talk.

“Just fell this paper out and when you’re done I can go make you a library card.” Tyler sees me and waves. “Cyprus, great timing, when this kids done can you make him a library card?” I walk over to them.

“Of course.” I smile at the boy. He blushes and grits his teeth.

“I’m fine, maybe some other time.” The boy turns to leave, but I grab his arm before he gets to far.

“Why wait, I’ll even help you fell out the form.” I smile at him, leaning my face closer to his. He blushes and shifts his eyes away.

“No thank you! I can do it myself!” He pulls his arm away from me and stomps off towards a nearby table.

“Hey punk! No reason to be so rude…” I cut Tyler off.

“It’s ok, I kind of deserve it.” I look at Tyler smiling. “I was bad.” Tyler blushes and gapes at me.

“Cyprus! Not again! Poor kid, of all his luck, being your type! The poor boy is probably traumatized. What did you do?” Tyler squeaks out the last part all the while shaking his head in shame.

“Nothing too bad. He started it anyway; the boy is quite a tease.” I make my way behind the counter. Tyler scoots away from me.

“One of these days Cyprus you’re going to go too far. You’re going to hit on some kid and his parents are going to call the cops on you. And you know what!? I won’t bail you out of jail. No! I’ll just let you sit in there for a few years! Yeah, let’s see how you like getting ass raped hu! Having all those grimy and ugly old man hands running all over your body!” Tyler is yelling at this point and several of the people around us are inching away. The young boy is looking over his shoulder; I swear he’s laughing.

“Tyler, please try to keep your voice down. If you don’t, people are going to start spreading nasty rumors about me.” I lean down and dig my cell phone out of my bag.

“But all the rumors will be true!”

“Whatever.” I crouch down behind the counter and position my cell phone in the line of sight of the boy.

“Cyprus, what are you doing with that phone.”

“Nothing…” I get the phone ready to take a picture.

“Cyprus, don’t.” He hisses at me, crouching down next to me. “You’re starting to worry me man.”

‘click.’ A red light on my phone flashes as it’s saving the picture.

“Stalker!” He hisses at me.

“Got cha!” I chuckle to myself.

“Sorry to ruin the little girl party on the floor, but…” Tyler and I look up to see Sam glaring at us, irritation plain to see on his face. “What the hell are you two doing!?” He yells the words at us. We both scramble up off the floor. I take my sit on the stool and Tyler leans lazily against the wall.

“I swear, sometimes I wonder about you two.” Sam shakes his head, his face returning to its’ normal, not so blood red, color.

“Tyler!” Sam turns his gaze on Tyler. “Did you re-shelve those books like I told you too?” Sam, waits as Tyler gives me a nervous look. I go stiff.

“I don’t know, Cyprus, did I stock those books?” I crane my head around to look at him, and shake my head stiffly. Tyler’s face falls sadly.

“Tyler…” Tyler looks at Sam.

“No.” His face looks irritated; Tyler knows hells about to come. I feel bad for not helping him out.

“Why not?” Sam’s words are like ice, sharp and cold.

“Because the floor in the storage room looked very comfy today and was calling my name. So I figured since the library was practically empty today I would take a little nap.” Tyler never did like to beat around the bush with stories, I think Sam would much rather prefer the stories. Tyler always sounds so pleased with his lack of interest in helping out here; though he gets paid for his help.

“I see, so you decided to spend some more quality time with floor did ya?”

“Yup, you should try it, the floors real nice.”

“I bet it is, maybe I should help you and the floor bond some more.” I sigh, there are so many hinted threats in these little conversation fights I’ve lost count. They both really want to hit each other. Tyler would win though; there is no doubt about that. Not that Sam wouldn’t put up a good fight, all that pint up anger and stress would come in real handy.

“I bet you would love to help me with that.”

“What can I say, I’m a nice guy.” Sam cracks a smile.

“Sure sure.” Tyler shrugs and starts to walk away.

“Where do you think you going? You have an hour left of work!”

“Home, see ya later Cyprus, don’t forget to bring home some dinner, ok.” Tyler waves over his shoulder and walks out the door.

“Ok!” Tyler and I live together, it’s nice, I can’t imagine not living with him.

“That damn kid! Ah, to hell with him.” Sam pinches the bridge of his nose and
breathes.

“Sam, I figured you would be used to him by now.”

“Never, he's the reason I take medicine. He stresses me out. It’s not good for my health.”

“I don’t think Tyler’s good for most people’s health. Hey I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you go home? Trisha and I will lock up tonight.”

Sam looks at me as if I was the grace of God.

“Really, thanks Cyprus. You’re a good kid. Yeah I think I will go home.” He scurries around the back counter collecting his things.

“See you tomorrow afternoon I guess.” With that he hurries out the doors. All is quite again, except for the sound of a pencil on paper.

I watch from the counter as the boy scribbles down information onto the form. His back is stiff; he knows I’m watching him. No matter what angle I look at him in he is still beautiful. I wonder what he is thinking. I notice that every now and then he will stop writing to look over his shoulder, to see if I am still staring; I always am. He will then growl and start writing again. It’s so cute, he is so cute.  

I sigh and lay my head down on the counter. The book that he is checking out is in my way. I go to move it then notice the title.

“Tainted Love.” I stare at it; I know what this book is about because I’ve read it before. It’s a very sexual, homosexual vampire romance novel. I chuckle to myself, or a very small old fashion town, the collage library has a good verity of homosexual romance novels. If I remember right the story takes place in mid 19th century Romania and centers around a traveling history buff named Oliver. Oliver is a young businessman and is hired by Lord Fayen to help him secure his profits. When Oliver gets to Romania he finds that Lord Fayen has some other business in mind. On top of that Lord Fayen turns out to be a vampire. The story has a pretty interesting ending.

I look over at ‘Unique’; it’s still lying on the counter. ‘Unique’ centers around the life of a cross dresser named Ashley. The struggles he goes through and the love he eventually finds. It’s a very sad story, but one of my favorites.

I look up when I hear the sound of foot fall; the boy is making his way over to the counter. I quickly slid ‘Unique’ under ‘Tainted Love’.

“All done?” I ask and smile sweetly at him. He says nothing, only hands me the paper. I take it and look over it.

“Jaidyn Sullivan, that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful boy.” I look up at him through my bangs, he’s blushing.

“Just cut the crap and make the stupid library card so I can go ok.” He refuses to look at me.

“As you wish.” I start typing the information up on the computer. Jaidyn is sixteen and will be turning seventeen on May 14 of this year.

‘So, young, maybe this is a bad idea?’ I think to myself as I type. ‘I’m twenty-one and will be twenty-two in August. He could very while get me thrown in jail.’ I sneak a peek at Jaidyn and blush. He’s staring at me.

“What?” I swallow. ‘Was I talking out loud to myself again?’

“Why didn’t you get mad when I called you a pervert before?” I smile at him.

“Because I am one. I like younger boys and that’s that.” He stares at me.

“You’re a very strange man.” He shakes his head. “So open about how you feel.” He is looking down now, and he looks sad. I laugh a little and respond to his comment.

“Yes, and you’re a masochistic punk that likes to play with fire.” He looks up at me and smirks.

“Your name is Mr. Spiridon right?”

“Sure, and your name is Jaidyn.” I wonder why he’s smiling at me, it’s making me blush a little.

“I think I might just like it here. You’re a very interesting person, not to mention your good looking.” He leans across the counter and I lean down so our faces are but inches apart.

“And I think my days are about to get a little more fun.” I blow on his lips.

“Just a little.” He reaches up and lets his fingers run across my cheek.

“Are you going to offer me some fun Jaidyn?” I lightly graze my lips over his.

“That depends, can you persuade me to show you some fun.” He licks my lower lip swiftly and faintly. “I’m not easily bought. Plus, we’ve only just met.”

“Come on kid. Don’t you believe in love at first sight?” I kiss the tips of his fingers as they run across my lips. I quickly think about what I’ve just said. ‘Love’, I’ve never been in love, and I wouldn’t call this love. Lust, but never love.

“Never.” Jaidyn runs his hand to the back of my neck and pulls my face down to his. Our lips barley touch. My entire form shivers uncontrollably. His lips are so soft and the feel of the cold metal is such an indescribable sensation. I can feel the electricity shot threw me. Jaidyn must feel it too; his lips are shaking against mine. I try to kiss him deeper but he pulls away.

“Jaidyn?” I reach out to touch his face. His aqua eyes are shaking and so are his hands. “Are you ok kid?”

“I think I’ll give you a chance, Mr. Spiridon!” He is all the sudden smiling evilly at me, his face is flushed and he looks very nervous.

“Ahh, so you’re finally giving into my flirting and these good looks.” I sit up and start typing again.

“No, you’re just, I don’t know, very interesting.” I laugh out loud and he stares at me.

“Is interesting the only word you have to describe me?”

“Let’s see, pervert, pedophile, interesting. That’s all I have for now. And what about you, is beautiful the only word you have for me?”

“Nope, I also have masochist, punk, and unique. I will have to get to know you a lot more before I can say anything else. Same goes for you.” I wink at him and he looks away.

“Unique hu?” He whispers the words to himself. I watch a faint smile flutter across his face.

“Sounds like fun to me.” I smirk and stand up, and then I grab the paper I just printed from the printer.

“Give me a minute to go laminate this.”

“Sure, take your time.” I make my way to the back room and I am back in moments.

“Here you go. One library card for a Jaidyn Sullivan.” I hand it to me. He takes it and looks at it.

“Thank you Mr. Spiridon.” He touches the still warm card to his lips and lightly bits it. I stare at him and realize something scary. This is all a game to him. The carnal look in his aqua eyes says it all. He wants to see how far he can push me. I watch as he slides his tongue over the plastic, never once does he take his eyes off me.

“Something wrong Mr. Spiridon, sorry this is a bad habit of mine. I like to bit things.” He nips at the card again.

“No, I’m fine. I’ve got a nasty little habit myself.” He stops biting the card.

“What is it?”

“Come here and I’ll tell you.” I lean down and he leans forward. “I like to kiss things.” I keep eye contact with him as I lean closer to kiss him. He does not move, yet I find my lip touch warm plastic and sigh.

“Come on. You didn’t really think I would fall for that did you? One kiss is enough for today.” He pats my head and laughs. “You’re going to have to try harder if you want me to kiss you again.” He hands me his card. “Now if you will check this book out for me so I can be on my way.”

I groan as I snatch the card from him.

“Sure thing.” I swap his card and scan the books. He notices when I scan ‘Unique’.

“That’s not mine.”

“Yes it is. Read it.” I hand him the books. “They are due back two weeks from now on April 22nd.” I smile as he takes the books.

“Whatever.” He turns to walk away from me and I feel sick.

“When will you be back?” He stops, my voice is shaking.

“Whenever I get bored I guess. I like it here.” He turns back to me and he once again looks impish. “I’ve started a game with you Mr. Spiridon, I want to see who can hold out longer; me or you?” He blows me a kiss and heads out the door. At the door he stops again and turns to me.

“See ya!” He waves and for the first time since he has walked in, gives me a real smile. Then he’s gone.

“Good bye, Beautiful.”