Jarka was a young man of sixteen, happy with his older lover. He loved to run around and play outside, and soccer was his favorite sport. He'd spend hour after hour on soccer tricks, and it was a big thing with him when other people were good at it. That was why he was with the large man he currently sat upon, straddled over his hips with his head in the other's chest. He loved the other, he really did; he was very easily attached and it showed.

He also didn't know what was going on. They were keeping from him what had happened and why he wasn't able to go outside and play. He was told that the people outside had a terrible flu, and they didn't want him to get it. Thankfully, Jarka was as naive as they come, and was fairly oblivious to most things.

His hair was a pretty, mousy brown and cut to his chin in the front, the back short enough to spike it cutely. Bright bedroom blues hadn't changed at all; he was still the perfect picture of innocence.

Meanwhile, his older cousin, a boy of eighteen, sat at the window of the nice apartment, the one on the highest floor with beautiful high ceilings and large rooms all throughout. It was a large suite. Ever since this thing had happened, he'd completely changed his personality. He didn't like people touching him, he didn't like to sleep or eat or leave the window. He was pencil thin, his eyes had huge bags beneath them; what used to be bright teal had dulled to a dark blue.

His attitude had gone from fun, bubbly and excited, to on-edge, dull, and extremely paranoid. Any noise outside had him twitching and looking around like a mouse in a room full of cats.

While the younger cousin wore his favorite jersey and soccer shorts, the older wore tight black jeans and a baby blue muscle shirt, along with heavy combat boots. They both looked so different; but usually they were both extremely close and happy together. Now, they were like polar opposites; and that was never good.

"Hey, Reccur, can we eat? I'm hungry..." It had been nearly two days since they'd last eaten, and the younger one was severely hungry, thanks to his own tiny body.

Seventeen year old Aven was settled on the floor, his younger lover latching onto him, as he typically was for the past couple days. Since the thing happened, Aven found himself lying to the younger boy more and more, and guilt was starting to take over. He and his older cousin agreed that he probably wouldn't be able to take the shock, and Aven didn't want to find out, at least not at that moment. However, Aven found himself more stressed out.

Aven's usual attire was thrown aside and replaced with a pair of broken in, black sneakers which he used to play sports, black slacks, and a white long sleeve shirt. His black hair was ruffled slightly, almost hiding his brown eyes, which were closed. His chin was resting on Jarka's head softly. One arm was wrapped loosely around Jarka's waist, and the other was playing with a few strands of the younger boy's hair.

Aven's nineteen year old cousin, Oscar, was standing up, his back leaned against the wall next to the window where Reccur was standing. Although he tried to hug the younger boy several times, Reccur had rejected him and opted to stand at the window. Oscar's worry started to take a toll on his body.

His brown hair was ruffled from him running his hands through it nervously. His green eyes started to develop bags under them as well, and the usually shine that they had disappeared. His white sneakers were covered in mud, and his dark jeans were wrinkled and cut in several places. His blue shirt was once long sleeve, but he ended up ripping the sleeves off because they were driving him crazy. The sleeves laid on the floor next to him.

As Jarka spoke, Aven opened his eyes and moved his head, looking down at the younger boy. Oscar looked at the two for a moment before looking at Reccur to see if the boy would respond to his cousin's question.

Jarka looked hopefully at his cousin, smiling cutely and looking too adorable for words. When Reccur finally looked back at him, though, he pouted. That worked just as well.

"Fine...you an' Aven go make something. Just one box of macaroni." His voice didn't sound like it had before. There was something wrong with him.

Jarka pouted a little more, "Okay....you have to eat some, too." He smiled, but he knew his cousin wouldn't if he didn't have to. "Somethin's wrong with you, Rec...I think someone needs to stop being a Virginia."

That was something between the two of them that would probably sound odd to the other two, but he simply cleared his throat. "Go make food."

Aven stared at Reccur for a moment before looking back at Jarka, a smile covering his face to keep Jarka from worrying about him. "Come on," he said, picking up Jarka and carrying him into the kitchen area. He searched through the cabinets, Jarka still held securely in his arms. Finally, he found a box of macaroni and set it on the counter.

Oscar watched Aven carry Jarka out of the room and then looked at Reccur. After staring at him for a moment, he finally spoke. "I realize that you're worried, Rec" he whispered, keeping his voice low so the other two couldn't hear him, "I know this is hard, but right now, we need to keep up our strength. You should eat and get some rest, at least. It will help, I promise."

Reccur sighed a little, snorting through his nose before turning to the other. "I can't let us get hurt, Ossie. You know I care, and I...I can't let him find out." It was his little cousin; his responsibility. Maybe he really did just need to get laid, somewhat like what Jarka had said.

Jarka bounced a little, getting what he could to make the macaroni in; he was starving, after all. He wanted all of it, but...he would save some for the others, because they needed food, too.

Oscar watched Reccur for a moment before sighing and placing one of his hands lightly on Reccur's shoulder, "Rec, Aven and I are able to fight, as well as you. We can help you take care of Jarka, and if anything ever happened to him, Aven would probably go crazy. You know how he is." Oscar looked towards the kitchen for a moment and then back to Reccur. "Let us help you."

Aven leaned on the counter lightly and watched Jarka pull out pots and pans to cook the macaroni in. His stomach growled lightly and he stared down at it, almost glaring to make his stomach quiet down. His stomach protested and growled louder. Aven groaned lightly and stood up, looking through the cabinets to see what else there was to eat. He hoped that he found a secret stash of food was hidden somewhere, but that didn't really seem likely at this point.

After being trapped in the house for two weeks, that didn't seem likely at all. Jarka happily began to boil water from their store of bottled in the fridge, heating it up and putting his hands out over the burner. He was cold, and it was obvious from the way he was shaking. "Mm..Avenn~ Come snuggle meee~" He was too cute and naive for his own good. He bounced over and cuddled up against his lover, peppering his chest with kisses.

After thinking about his words for a moment, Reccur sighed and shrugged a little. "I...I don't know." It wasn't that he doubted his lover and his cousin, no, it was quite the opposite. He feared that something would happen to he and his cousin in the case that the other two couldn't do anything about it. It was awful. "I...I guess..." He mumbled, his walls crumbling a little at the gentle touch. Each and every touch was soon welcomed as he leant against his lover, sniffling a bit.

At the moment Jarka came bounding towards him, Aven gave up his search. The only thing he focused on was the little joy that was currently taking up his chest. He smiled lightly and wrapped his arms around the boy, pull him closer. After a moment, Aven kissed him lightly on the forehead, and then the cheek. That's when Aven realized that Jarka was much colder than he was. Aven raised an eyebrow curiously for a moment and then let it pass. They weren't exactly dressed for the lack of heat, so he doubted that little body could hold a lot of heat on its own. He ran one of his fingers over Jarka's cheek, feeling the smooth, yet cold skin.

Oscar felt Reccur lean towards him and wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close to his chest. He placed his chin lightly on top of Reccur's head and closed his eyes. At that moment, Oscar finally realized how cold he really was. A shiver went through him, but he tried to hide it from Reccur. Silently, he hoped that the other hadn't noticed. Although, in the situation, he high doubted that Reccur hadn't noticed.

Jarka pressed fiery lips against his lover's chest and neck, but the rest of him felt like ice. "Should I go get my jacket?" He had a letter jacket from his soccer accomplishments, and it was warm as all get out. "I can grab yours, too!" He offered; but lately he hadn't remembered a time when Aven had left his side, so maybe it just wouldn't happen like that.

Reccur was on high alert, so of course he noticed. He shivered a little as well, "We should try the heat." The power hadn't gone out, though. That was always good. "I'm sure it'll work." The lights and everything else still did, after all. He looked out the window once more, then turned towards the bedrooms. "At least the heating blankets..." They had two; one for each couple.

Aven looked down at Jarka before running his hand through the other's hair. "I'll go with you if you want your jacket," Aven said, a warm smile on his face. He was almost afraid to leave Jarka alone. The boy looked so innocent and he would hate for the innocence to be spoiled by leaving his side.

Oscar followed Reccur, grabbed his hand lightly as they walked. His hands felt as cold as his, which was only slightly comforting. The idea of Reccur being as cold as him gave him an uncomfortable feeling, but at least let him know that the boy he was holding was alive.

Jarka was innocence embodied; he didn't understand most sexual jokes, 'that's what she said's went totally over his head. He didn't always understand everything, either, but he did get base things. Like his love for Aven. He took the older male's hand and led the way along to their bedroom; they'd gotten an apartment with their cousins to share expenses.

Inside the bedroom, Rec paused and licked his lips. "What were we in here for?" He thought they'd been going to turn on the heat, but it looked more like they'd come in here for something. "Man, did I have a blond moment?"

Aven held the younger boy's hand on the way to the bedroom and his hand circled around a loop of the boy's pants loosely. Jarka's beauty was beyond compare and often left Aven nearly drooling at the boy's feet. His mild pride, however, kept his composure in check and he often turned that desire into touches and kisses, as he felt he would be soon.

Oscar smiled, his arms snaking around Reccur's waist. His lips brushed against the boy's ear lightly before his hot breath circled around the lobe. "I don't remember either," Oscar whispered, his eyes falling half open as he gave Reccur a seductive look, "But Aven and Jarka are busy. Lets use our free time," he took a pause to lick the ear lobe that he had been taunting, "Wisely."

Jarka purred against the other's body, "Baby, I'm cold!" He giggled, leaning up to kiss his lover. "Can we get jackets first?" The boy was still, surprisingly, a virgin. But he was sure any day now that his lover would change that for him.

A panted gasp left him almost immediately and he gulped a little, his mouth suddenly dry. It had been weeks since they'd done this, and now he was all on-board for the thought. "Ok-okay." He nodded, instantly pressing his lips to the other's.

Aven stared at Jarka before giving the younger boy a light smile. "Of course," he said nuzzling his head into the boy's hair lightly. "If you want." His hands snaked over Jarka's body lightly and put his mouth on the younger boy's neck, kissing it lightly.

Oscar leaned into the kiss, his tongue slipping out from in between his lips to play with the other boy's lips lightly. He pushed Reccur lightly towards the bed, his hands slipping under the younger boy's shirt. His hands felt liked they sparked lightly as they traveled over the smooth skin below the fabric.

Jarka jerked slightly, shuddering against the other's lips as he shivered and pushed closer. "Nn....A-aven.." His voice was cracking a little and he didn't quite understand why.

Rec shuddered a moan, eyes fluttering closed as he let himself fall onto the bed, the first three layers of skin set on fire. He didn't know what to do; it had been a few weeks and he hadn't even thought of this. "Nngh~ O-oss..."

Aven smiled lightly and kissed his neck more before running his tongue along the base of his neck, where the shirt didn't restrict access. His hands lingered, one running up the front of the young boy's chest, and the other hand played with the hair in front of his, strands falling loosely in his fingers.

Oscar leaned over Reccur and a soft smile covered his face as he left a trail of kisses from the boy's mouth, down his cheek and then down his neck. His hands moved Reccur's shirt up, exposing the bare stomach and chest below. Oscar's smile grew and he moved down, leaving kisses along the boy's chest and down, slowly, to the middle of the boy's stomach.

Jarka was completely caught off guard by this, his body shaking slightly as he let his eyes flutter shut. He leant heavily back into the male behind him, a soft, purred moan leaving him. It would be his first time if they did anything more than this; and he was ready to give it to him.

Reccur shuddered, his back arching into those touches as he let his own eyes slip closed. He gasped slightly; his stomach was extremely sensitive. He didn't know why it was, but it was, and those kisses sent pulses straight to his groin.

Aven pushed Jarka lightly against the wall and struggled to lift the shirt off of the boy. He leaned forward in the mean time, taking the boy's lips with his own. The kiss was electrifying and made Aven's pulse quicken lightly.

Oscar smiled, almost deviously, as Reccur began to react. His hands pulled up on the shirt, the fabric pulling off the younger boy's body. For a moment, he stared, his eyes traveling up and down the body below him. He felt heat spread to his groin and he smiled lightly before leaned forward again. His mouth touched one of the nipples below white his hands lingered, one placed on Reccur's hip while the other reached for the younger boy's pants.

Jarka purred gently, mouth opening in the kiss so the other had access. They'd done a bit of this before, but nothing too big. He was panting hotly, his body pushing closer.

Reccur gave a gentle moan, hips pushing closer and needily grinding the air between them. "Nngh.." It was clear it had been too long since the last time, and with the addition of an old nickname the 'old' Reccur used, well, it was clear this was what he needed. "Ossiieeee~"

Aven pulled off Jarka's shirt and tossed it on the floor, and his mouth moved, attacking Jarka's neck with lightly kisses as one hand moved to a nipple, playing with it lightly. The other hand dragged down and unbuttoned Jarka's pants before moving in, touching the hair beneath lightly.

Oscar smiled lightly before his hand moved, dragging Reccur's pants with it. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low, tantalizing. He left a few kisses on Reccur's stomach, falling in love with the light noised that he was making.

Jarka whimpered against the feeling, head falling back against the other's shoulder/chest, his moans a little louder. It felt nice, yes, but it was so different from what he was used to feeling that it sent fire burning down his body and straight to his crotch. "Nn...A-aviieee..."

Reccur whined, pushing his hips up against the other's neck and under-chin. "I...m-more.." He whined, wriggling a little for more attention.

The call of his nickname caused heat to go straight to Aven's groan. He held in a soft moan before yanking Jarka's pants down, revealing the underwear below. Too soon, he became hot, almost sticky. He growled lightly before yanking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor, landing next to Jarka's. He moved in, his groin lightly touching Jarka's and sending heat flowing through him.

Oscar smiled again, but this time out of hard-driven passion. His hands moved, his nails dragging slowly against the younger boy's skin. Then, he pulled the boy's underwear down, revealing everything. His fingers dragged lightly over the sensitive skin while the other hand worked off his own t-shirt before tossing the fabric on the floor.

Jarka gasped and groaned, panting hotly and crying out a little at the feeling of the two of them touching like that. It was far too much for his little mind to take, and he shook wildly as he clung to his lover. "Nn...Aveyy~!"

A gasp from Reccur had himself pulling his lover closer, kissing his lips with needy passion. White hot flashes spasmed just beneath his skin, his body shaking wildly for the other's caress, his kiss, his everything.