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I’m awake, but im too tired to open my eyes, so I lie there in the warm, soft sunlight coming through my window. It was a Saturday, so i didn’t have to be up at any time, not that i wanted to anyway. If i got up i’d have to face my mom. I think i’d rather starve than talk to her, i didn’t wanna get screamed at again for existing.
As i lie there for a little while longer, i finally decide to get up and go to the bathroom. I lazily open my eyes and roll over to face the ceiling. I look up and see my Bob Dylan poster (my room was covered with posters for movies, shows, music, etc). I swing my legs off the side of my twin-sized bed, some of my blankets wrapped around my leg that i shake off. I stand up and stretch, i was wearing Snoopy sleep shorts that were striped light blue and white with little Snoopy's all over them that only went to right above my knee, plus a black oversized Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon shirt that went to my mid thigh.
I walk over to my door and leave my room, walking lazily as the floorboards creek softly below my feet. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look like hell. I had a bed-head, my long, fluffy, blonde hair was matted on one side of my head, and my bangs were everywhere but where they should be. I sigh, giving up after a minute. I walk over to the toilet and slip my shorts down.
After a few minutes, i walk out of the bathroom and back to my room.
‘I should call Juilan,’ I think to myself, flopping onto my bed and rolling over to pick up my phone. I scroll through till i find his contact, it was labeled ‘Juillie <3’. I smile softly at the screen before hitting the call button. The phone rings for a few seconds before someone picks up.
“Hello?..” i hear a small, tired voice ask from the other side. That voice being Juilan.
“Good morning, Julie.” i say back softly.
“..do you need something?..it’s so early..” He mumbles through the phone.
“Nope, just need you, baby.” i say cheekily through the phone as i hear Juilan goan at me.
“You’re so cheesy, Fran..”
I smile softly, “Yeah, but you love it.”
When I hear him sigh over the phone, i take this as my chance to ask him. “Hey, you wanna come over today?” I ask softly
“Uh..yeah, i can..um, what time?”
“Anytime is good, Juillie.”
“Oh..alright, i can be there in 10. Is that any good?”
“That’d be great, baby,” i say softly
“Okay..see you then?”
“Yeah, see then.”
I hear him hang up, and i flop back onto my bed, looking up at my ceiling.
About ten minutes pass, and i get a text from Juillian saying he’s here. I rush downstairs, still in pjs. I open the front door to see Julian, dressed in baggy jeans and an oversized Fleetwood Mac shirt, i smile at him, and he smiles back as i pull him into a hug and pull him inside, closing the door.
“Hey, Fran..” i hear him mumble into my shoulder, i pull back from the hug and look at him. He’s so pretty, with his doe eyes looking at me.
“Hi, baby,” I say back, smiling with a soft tone of voice, and beginning to take him up to my room.
We get to my room, and i close the door. I turn around to see him sitting on my bed. Cute.
I walk over to him, sitting next to him on the bed. “So, whattda wanna do?..” i ask
“Um..i-i dunno.”
“Mmm..” i think for a second, “how about Star Wars and cuddles?” i ask him
I watch him smile and nod, i know he loved Star Wars.
About an hour later, I’m sitting on my bed with Julian in my lap, snuggled against my chest. I’m gently resting my hand on his chest, over his binder, as i feel his chest moving up and down with his breathing, his head resting on my shoulder as he watches the movie, my other hand gently scratching the back of his head.
I feel him stutter a breath, and i glance down at him, “Baby, you alright?” i ask him, worried.
“..y-yeah..im fine,” he says quietly, still stuttering his breath a bit.
“..how long have you been binding?” i ask him, i know he doesn’t like talking about it, but I really worry about him sometimes.
Julian didn’t say anything, avoiding eye contact with me. I sigh, looking down at him as i stop scratching the back of his head, keeping my hand in his hair. Then, gently starting to rub little circles with the hand on his chest, gently rubbing his binder.
“Julian..how long?” i ask him again, soft but firm.
Julian is quiet for a moment before opening his mouth, “..i-i dunno..maybe like, nine or ten hours?..” he mumbles as my hand stills.
“..baby, you need to take it off..” i say quietly back to him, gently rubbing his chest again “..please.”
Julian looks up at me, his doe eyes glistening with tears, looking at me.
“I-i don’t know if i can, Fran..” he mumbles
“please..i’m worried about you, i just want you to be safe..” i say quietly, still looking at him with a concerned look.
He sighs, his gaze leaving mine. “..what’ll i wear if i take my binder off?..i don’t have a bra or anything and taking my binder off and not having any support on my…boobs…hurts..” Julian says, so quietly it could’ve been a whisper. But he raises a good point: what would he wear? I think about it for a moment-
“i-i could borrow one of my mom’s bra thingies..” slips past my lips quietly, and that makes Julian’s eyes snap up to at me, his eyes wide.
“..r-really?..you think she’d be okay with that?..” Juillan says quietly, looking at me with hope in his gaze
“Yeah, she wouldn’t mind,” i say back, smiling.
I gently move Juillan off my lap to stand up, when i move him he lets out a small whine at loss of contact before i gently shush him and stand up.
“I’ll be back in a second, baby, just hold tight, okay?” i don’t wait for a response before leaving the room.
I quickly go to the bathroom and grab aloe gel (just in case) and go to my parents' room and grab a light green bralette before rushing back to my room, where Juilan was still sitting on m y bed, waiting. ‘God, i him so much.’ i think. I go over to the bed and sit in front of Juilan, gently placing the aloe gel and bralette in front of my beautiful boy. He looks down at the stuff and then up at me, looking nervous. I smile softly at him.
“You ready, baby?” i ask softly, trying to keep him calm.
Julian looks hesitant but nods anyway
“Okay, do you wanna take it off yourself or have me do it?”
“..y-you..i-i can’t look..” Julian says quietly, his voice shaky.
I nod. I hated that he hated his chest so much; it didn’t make him any less of a man. That’s my two cents away. I place my hands on the hem of his shirt, looking at him to make sure he was okay with this, and when he nods at me and lifts his arms up, i pull his shirt up and off his torso and place it on the bed- leaving him in his jeans and binder. He seemed to be getting nervous.
“Is this good? Can i keep going, baby?” i ask him, making sure he was still okay with me doing this. When he nods, i move my hands to the hem at the bottom of his binder, looking at him again because i just wanna be SURE that he’s okay with me doing this. I mean, we’ve never had sex, but he’s seen me shirtless a bunch- like when we’re making out or swimming, and I know he has a harder time with this kinda stuff, so I just wanna be positive that he wants this. Julian looks at me. He looks a bit scared, but he trusts me, so he gives me his approval to go on.
I smile at him before looking back down at the binder, then gently pulling it up and off to the side. When i slip the binder off Julian, I watch a pair of plump, soft, round, D-sized breasts bounce out of the binder, the skin looking red and irritated. I look back up at Julian when he whimpers quietly because of his aching breasts that were still jiggling a bit from not being contained by bra cups or a binder, feeling heavy and weighted on the boy’s chest- but he’s breathing better now so that’s good. Julian looks up at me, not wanting to look at a part of himself that he hates.
“..Fran..please..they ache so bad..” Julian whimpers
I nod, grabbing the aloe and squeezing some onto my hands and rubbing them together to get the aloe all over my palms. I bring my hand to right in front of his boobs, about to open my mouth to ask if i could but before i could do that, Julian pushes my hands onto his bare boobs, whimpering quietly
“Please.. stop asking and just do..please, Fran..” Julian mumbles, pressing his breasts into my palms.
When i snap out of my shock, i nod and gently start rubbing my hands with aloe onto his boobs, gently kneading and rubbing the soft mounds. They were Ds, easily; they were big, soft, plump, round, bursting off Julian's chest. After a few minutes i stop and pull my hands off his boobs, earning a whimper from him. I gently shush him and grab the bralette, making him put his arms up and letting me slip the piece of clothing onto and over his boobs. Once it’s on, his breasts quickly fill the cups (that were just the right size) and Julian let out a soft hum. I gently adjusted the cups to hold his boobs better, but once that was done, I remove my hands and look at Julain.
“Is this enough support? Can you breathe alright?..” i ask him, slightly worried.
Julian simply breathes quietly for a second, feeling the bralette move with his breasts that were encased in the cups, before looking at me and nodding
“Yeah..they feel amazing..thank you, frankie..” he said quietly, smiling a little at me
“..good, that’s good, Julie. I'm really glad you do.” i say softly back, gently smiling at him
I gently move and pull Julian to sit on my lap, with only the bralette and his jeans on now (and also breathing easier now), in the same position as before.
“Let's finish this movie and cuddle, is that okay, baby?” i ask quietly, my hand scratching the back of Julian's head as his head rests on my shoulder. I feel him nod, and I look down at him and smile, gently kissing the top of his head before whispering-
“I love you, Julian, i really do.” And Julian looks up at me and smiles.
“I love you too, Fran.” he says softly, gently kissing my cheek.