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The Little Merman (1x1 closed)

Caspian gasped when he was once more picked up. He still didn't like it. It still made him entirely nervous, but there was no way he could get away. Christopher was too strong for him. What was going to happen if he entered the house? Would Caspian ever leave? What was going to happen if he found out about him?


Then Christopher asked him to open the door. He had no idea how human doors worked. Slowly he stuck out his hand and gripped the handle. He found it turned and it was opened. He did nothing all that suspicious, but it was only a matter of time. He just didn't know when. He didn't want to die, but he felt as if he would should Christopher find out.
 
Caspian opened the door just fine. There was nothing funny or odd about the way he'd done it. For some reason that saddened Christopher slightly. All the funny/weird things Caspian was doing earlier made him smile and giggle. The boy was quirky and adorable just his type.


Christopher walked inside the house and carried the boy to the downstairs bathroom to clean up his wounds, get the boy new clothes, and see if there was anything he could do about helping the boy walk or at least stand.
 
Caspian looked around the house once Christopher walked inside. He couldn't help but think it was all weird. Never in his life had he seen any of the stuff. The wonder had no hope of hiding itself. Despite the need to keep his secret and pretend he was human. He just couldn't. He wondered where he was being taken. He still wasn't sure if he could totally trust him. However, he needed help. Plus, he was now stuck here as he couldn't walk. He had no choice but to trust him.
 
Christopher walked into the house and kicked the door closed with his foot. He carried Caspian over to the couch and gently laid the boy down on it. Christopher rans his fingers through Caspian's hair and smiled down at the boy.


"I'll be right back," Christopher said patting Caspian's shoulder. Christopher ran to the bathroom and came back with a first aid kit and a a bottle hydrogen peroxide to tend to the cuts on the boy's smooth legs.


(@Highlander)
 
Caspian found his eyes wandering over the interior of the house. It wasn't what he was expecting at all. From the way the stories went, he thought it would look like someone who killed everything but other humans. It wasn't. Then he was resting on something that was far softer than the seat he had just been on. What was it made of?


His cheeks turned pink when Christopher ran his hands through his hair. His eyes looked up at him. Where was he going? It seemed like a really long time that he was gone when he came back with a box. Caspian grew scared and tried to inch away as much as the couch would allow. "W-what's that?" The nervousness in his voice shone through.
 
Christopher looked down at Caspian and chuckled. He opened the box and showed Caspian the contents.


"This is a first aid kit silly," Christopher said sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room,"It's ok. The stuff in here is only gonna help heal those nasty cuts on your legs."


Christopher smiled and tried to reassure Caspian as if he was toddler.
 
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Caspian was still confused. He was about to ask what a first aid kit was when Christopher explained. "Oh..." He relaxed just a little bit. He leaned forwards just a bit, as if to look at the things in the box further. Although he was still rather anxious about all of it. "Is it going to hurt?" He asked quietly. He didn't want it to hurt anymore.
 
"It's not going to hurt," Christopher said dabbing a little hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball. Christopher looked up at Caspian. "This isn't gonna hurt but it's going to sting a little," Christopher said rubbed the peroxide soaked cotton ball over the little cuts on Caspian's legs. "When I'm done I'll lend you some of my clothes...then maybe we can get some lunch or just lounge around here all day. I don't have any plans and I don't think you really have a home to go back too. Am I right?"
 
Caspian relaxed just a bit more when Christopher told him it wasn't going to hurt. However, then he said it was going to sting. What did he mean by that? Then the cotton ball touched his leg. Caspian nearly jerked away, but his legs would hurt more if he did. Instead he just but his lip. He looked up at Christopher when he spoke again. Caspian looked down and nodded slowly. "Yes." His voice was mumbled. He couldn't go home. It was far too dangerous. If this ever ended, his people would need him alive.
 
Christopher cleaned Caspian's wounds and he put bandaids over the deeper ones. He told Caspian they would soak up the blood if he bled anymore. Christopher got up and put the first aid kit and putting it away. Chris said next to Caspian on the couch and blushes. He ran his finger in a circle on Caspian's calf. He blushed more and looked up again at Caspian,"Come on. Let's get some clothes on."
 
Caspian felt tears prick his eyes as Christopher continued to take care of the cuts. He hadn't been sure of what the band-aids were until Christopher explained what they did. His face went red after Christopher sat back down next to him and drew circles into his leg. He didn't look up at him, he was still nervous about being around him, like he could change at any moment. "O-Okay." He mumbled.
 
Christopher picked Caspian up and he carried the boy up into his bedroom holding the boy close and letting his smell drift into his nostrils. The boy smelled like sand and the ocean. Christopher laid Caspian down onto his bed. He propped the boy up into a sitting position on the bed. Caspian climbed up onto the bed pulled his hoodie off the boy. He ran his hands down Caspian's bare sides and looked at the boy as he avoided his gaze.


Christopher gulped,"C...Caspian? Do you like boys? You can't seem to look at me. Am I too hot for you?" Christopher looked away immediately after he said it, embarrassed he'd even asked that question.
 
Caspian was still nervous when Christopher picked him up. Although he couldn't really do anything to fight against it, his legs still hurt and he knew there was no way he could stand. Then he was on something as soft as the couch. Was this a human bed? He felt cold again when the hoodie was removed from his body. When Christopher ran his hands down Caspian's sides, he felt goosebumps form. His heart began to pound just a bit harder. He didn't know what to expect. He had the urge to try and cover himself somehow, although it was completely foreign to him.


The words certainly didn't help ease any confusion. His face grew redder, until it matched his hair color. "I...um, I..." He was stumbling for an answer. He never stumbled for an answer. He always knew what to say. Now was different though. "I...I don't know." He wasn't sure what he was saying it too. Why he couldn't look at Christopher maybe?
 
Christopher giggled to himself and turned around to face Caspian. He looked Caspian up and down admiring the boy's smooth, thin body.


"It's ok if you find me attractive Caspian," Christopher said leaning over Caspian and pulling his speedo off the boy leaving him naked once more.


"I find you quite attractive," Christopher said leaning in and kissing Caspian's lips.
 
Caspian, now knowing that it was normal for humans to want to cover themselves up, felt the urge stronger when the speedo was taken from his body. Although there was nothing he felt he could do to counteract whatever Christopher was planning.


When he said he found Caspian attractive, his face became redder. Then the other was kissing him. His heart skipped a beat.


Before he knew what he was doing, he had closer his eyes and tentatively kissed him back. Was this normal for humans too?
 
Christopher kissed Caspian his lips revealing the fire and the passion he had in his heart. He rans his hands along Caspian's body feeling up every curve and crevice before he pulled way embarrassed and ashamed by what he had just done. Sure Caspian had kissed him back but that just mean he was a homo too. Christopher went through his dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of black boxer briefs for Caspian, a pair of blue athletic shorts, and a grey tank top. He put the garments next to Caspian and he looked at the boy's again before looking down avoiding his gaze.


"Sh...shall I dress you again? Or can you do it yourself?" Christopher asked.
 
Caspian wasn't sure why his heart was pounding like this. Then Christopher pulled away. Caspian's face was still red and he still couldn't look at Christopher. He was suddenly afraid that he would give something away about what he was. He looked at the clothes laid on the bed next to him. "I, I can do it." It was said more because he wanted himself to be able to do it than not wanting help. He had to show himself he could still do things. He couldn't be totally dependent on Christoper. The first thing he grabbed were the boxer briefs. He had enough logical reasoning to figure they went underneath. It hurt a lot to move his legs to put them on, but he had no choice. His legs were going to have to move at some point.
 
Christopher sat and watched at Caspian got dressed. It would have been a little creepy and embarrassing if it had been anyone else. When he met the boy in the cove he had been naked. The boy had been naked throughout the majority of there first encounter. Christopher didn't want to not be there for Caspian if he needed help putting on the shorts or the boxers. They went over legs and the boy's legs always seemed to be in pain for whatever reason.
 
Caspian managed to get the shorts on next. He tried to hide the pain from his face. He'd shown enough. He was a prince after all. Not that it mattered at the moment. He put the shirt on next. T wasn't much now, but it made him feel better. His cheeks were still pink, but he looked up at Christopher. He wasn't sure why he'd been staring at him while he put the clothes on, but he couldn't make himself ask him.
 
Christopher got up and sat next to Caspian on the bed. He ran his left hand down Caspian's cheek. He could feel the boy's warmth emanating from his soft skin.


Christopher looked at Caspian and he twirled a finger through his red hair. "You hungry?" Christopher asked.
 
Caspian bit his lip when Christopher ran his hand down his cheek. His hands felt cooler to Caspian's warm face. His eyes followed Christopher's hand to the finger moving his hair. The question was simple. It seemed like a completely universal question, it was easy. "I...I guess." He said after a moment. He knew he probably should be, so he had to eat something.
 
"Ok," Christopher said leaning in and kissing Caspian on the forehead. He looked into the boys sparkling eyes and blushed. He took Caspian's hand and rubbed the soft skin gently.


"Do you think you can walk to the kitchen table? Or should I carry you again?" Christopher asked.
 
Caspian's face was still as hot as his hair was red. Then he asked if he could walk. Caspian had to try. He at least had to try and stand. He couldn't survive at all in the human world if he couldn't walk. That's what he thought. And he had to survive. At least for now.


"I...I can try." He said finally. Although he was scared that he would just fall and hurt himself more than he was already hurt.
 
Christopher helped Caspian up onto his feet. The boy was wobbly and Christopher held him up carful to hold the boy up so he wouldn't fall. Christopher now hated suggesting the Caspian could dressed. He wanted to feel the boy's skin and feel a closeness with him in some way. The shirt and shorts were getting the way. Caspian's smell drifted into Christopher's nose again. The boy smelled of the salty sea and the beast. It was a lovely smell. Christopher slid his hands up Caspian's shirt hem and held the boy's waist touching the soft skin of his lower back and abdomen.
 
Caspian could feel pain as he moved his legs even a little bit. He didn't want to, as he still told himself he shouldn't trust Christopher, however he didn't have a choice. His hands were on his shoulders, trying to keep himself standing. He didn't quite understand why Christopher kept touching his skin, but he wasn't going to ask. Then he tried to take a step. The worst pain yet shot up his leg. It seemed to collapse under him. The only reason he didn't completely fall to the ground was because Christopher was holding onto him and he had sort of fallen into him.
 

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