Just A Number..

"Gah." He couldn't reach Quincy easily enough to kiss him as much as he wanted to. He hopped up and wrapped his legs around Quincy's waist, kissing everywhere he could reach.

Quincy laughed, holding Zac up so he could reach.
"Like I said....Fucking adorable."

"It's not my fault I'm smallll." Zac pouted, pecking Quincy's lips.

"No but I love it baby." Quincy cradled Zac to his chest, humming softly.

Zac nuzzled his neck as he held on to his boyfriend tightly.

Quincy was content simple holding Zac the whole night, he didnt need anything but the small biy he cradled in his arms.

Zac hopped down from Quincy's arms and took his hand, walking to the bedroom.
"Tired." He pecked his cheek.

"I can sleep but I dont too much want to. I wanna spend time with you but if your sleepy I dont mind laying down." He grinned.

Zac smiled as he pulled Quincy on the bed and laid on his chest.
"Okay, I'm not that tired. I don't like sleeping anyways."

Quincy trailed his hands up Zac's back, a grin spliting his features.
"Okay then....What do yuo wanna do?"

"Hmm... this." Zac smiled as he kissed Quincy deeply. He pulled back and kissed down Quincy's neck, lightly sucking on his collarbone.

Quincy hummed quietly, smiling softly.
"You have a talented mouth Precious..."

Zac smiled, continuing to nip at the skin on Quincy's neck for a moment.
"And I still wish you'd let me put it to better use..."

Quincy smiled, shaking his head.
"No baby....Your too young precious."

Zac sighed.
"But baby... that other time... was my first and only. I don't want to remember it like that..." He rested his hand on Quincy's chest and put his chin on his hands.

"I think your just trying to butter me up so you can do that....Zac Im not sure what is bothering you but baby thats not needed...I love you anyways"

"I just... don't understand you. At all..." Zac sighed.

Quincy sighed, kissing his cheek.
"What dont you understand precious?"

"Why me?" Zac asked simply. What did Quincy see in him? Why was he with him instead of anyone else?

Quincy raised a brow.
"Your precious.....Special...Why not you?"

"I'm so young. I'm fourteen. I'm disgustingly tiny...." He wrinkled his nose and lifted his shirt to show his ribcage sticking out. "I won't let you fuck me, well you won't fuck me... I'm moody, and whiny. I'm a brat, I'm annoying. And you have tons of attractive people begging you to fuck them. Why do you keep turning them down? Or... sometimes I feel like there's something wrong with me.... am I that nasty you don't wanna fuck me? Or, did you cheat and they left a mark you dont want me to see? I just...." Zac drug a hand across his face. "This won't get off my mind. IT is all I think about anymore..."

Quincy sighed, shaking his head.
"Zac...Your beautiful and sweet. I love how tiny you are, its fucking adorable. I love how bright and big your eyes are, the way your hair is soft and falls into your face. I know your young and so I need to be careful. In truth I worry about you, I worry about us. I don't see why you want such an old lover, someone like me who works in a strip club and has hurt your family. Zac you can do so much better than me and you should know that. I have nothing to hide from you, I love your moody ass, I love your smart mouth and sweet smile...so easily a smirk and a grin. I grin at the sound of your voice, your name is sweet on my lips....You Zac McGuire....Your a very special person, very precious and I am in love with you. I don't wany anyone else and I dont need sexy or anything to keep me happy. YOU keep me happy." He gently pushed Zac off and stripped, taking Zac's hands and pressing them to his chest. "I have nothing to hide from you, I have no marks and everyone at that club knows I have a boyfriend and I love you and they know its useless to bother me anymore...."

Zac sighed, hugging Quincy tightly.
"I just don't get it... I hate myself... I don't get how someone as amazing as you could love me like you say you do. And Quincy, I don't care what you did in the past. No, I don't like it. But... I don't see you and the man who did that to my family as the same person. You don't look or act as old as you are and I honestly do not see how I could have any better than you. You put up with all my faults and hell, you turn them into compliments." He smiled softly. "Momma says I should be happy that you love me enough to not fuck me yet... but I'm not. I just constantly feel like there is something wrong with me." He shook his head. "I love you though... so much."

Quincy sighed, looking away.
"Zac...."
He didnt want him feeling like that.
"If I MADE LOVE to you....would you feel better precious?"

Zac couldn't help but smile at how Quincy emphasized 'make love.'
He nodded.
"Yes..."