Keth Silverclaw was standing in front of the window, his arms crossed the slender body fiercely erected. He looked emotionless, his green eyes half covered by his raven black hair, that the light of the moon made shine in silver.
“Stop shaking like that Eledhwen, I could not avoid it. You know it better than me...so stop this. Things can't be changed”
He turned away adjusting with one hand the sword at his side.
The thick walls of the manor smelled of humid and dust and in the lights of the torches hanging on the wall I could see my hands covered in blood;
I felt it on my body, drenching my clothes, I felt it on my face.
The smell, like of metal, was almost unbearable.
I was sitting on a thick furry carpet, unable to move. I felt the tears flowing out of my eyes and a cry of desperation was resonating into my chest, trapped and unable to get out.
It was obvious that I had started it all.
“Come with me...” Keth's voice was all of a sudden softer, almost caressing and all of a his deep green eyes were shining with pity.
He helped me to stand and supporting me he took me to the room they called room of bathing.
In the centre of the room there was a huge circular pool. The water was warm, steam was floating above the pool giving it a surreal look. The stone covering the sides of the bath shone like pearl at the light of the candles burning all around it.
Keth took a towel, he drenched it with water from a barrel and he came to me. He begun cleaning my face.
I closed my eyes. The towel smelled of Jasmine, like Keth.
“Don't fear Eledhwen...”
he used my full name.
The elf undressed me and he went on cleaning my body, rinsing from time to time the towel in the scented water.
He spoke the ancient language. The tip of his fingers felt cold on my heated skin.
“Now the trace of my sin has left your body...” he hesitated to continue “allow me to fill your soul with the same sin”
“Keth Silverclaw” I replied formally “I am not free for you to take. I am a druid. Druids can't know physic love”
His eyes suddenly burned with anger.
“I have just ended the tribe of Trucia for you and your folk, and you want to refuse me your body?”
I wanted him.
He didn't have to know.
“I warn you Silverclaw, high elf of the tribe of Gandrel” I said without conviction “Touch me and you'll be cursed.
“I have been cursed the day I have met you Eledhwen Ciryatan” he uttered grabbing my hair. I moaned in pain.
“Tell me the truth little devil...you are pushing me...you want me...to beg you...”
It was true, I was the devil disguised in priest's clothes.
I wanted him. Since the day I had met him for the first time. I wanted him, even today after the terrible things I had seen.
“Take me Keth. Take my body, take my soul...make of it what you want, let's be cursed together...”
I opened my arms, presenting myself to him like an offer.
He laughed out loud and outside the manor his wolf howled in response to the sound of his laughter.
Keth took me in his arms, like I would be his bride and stepped still fully clothed into the pool. Holding me with one arm he used his other hand to unfasten the belt holding his sword and he let it fall gently outside the pool.
I opened his black jacket his golden buttons were decorated with miniatures showing scenes of the ancient war.
Under the jacket he was wearing a black linen blouse; the black of the fabric made a sharp contrast with the shining ivory of his skin.
He made me seat into the water. The strong smell of flowers surrounded me melting the sensations, the lust, the impatience.
He undressed himself and he came kneeling in front of me.
His eyes were now shining of a new light, deep cruel eyes of a wolf ready to assault his victim.
I was charmed.
“You are so beautiful Keth...a druid is not used to such a luxurious beauty we leave in simplicity, we are simple people...”
He didn't reply. He didn't change his expression. He seemed to be studying my body. Then he suddenly grabbed my shoulder and pressing his lips on my neck he sucked my skin shortly moving his tongue like he was trying to decide how I tasted.
I could smell the scent of forest and jasmine in his hair.
His kisses became more and more audacious. He seemed to be increasing his self confidence at each new kiss. He became impatient, his hands moved between my legs.
I was hard and his hands felt like ice on my erection.
Then his mouth came, hot and soft.
“Keth, I am lost...I thought I knew all but now I am lost...”
“it's because I have lied to you” he replied to me without taking away his mouth from me “it's because we lied to ourselves. We are not meant to be warriors, we are not meant to be wisemen...we are meant to be lovers...”
I felt he had kept love in himself for too long, I felt his loneliness, his rage, his passion.
His breath surrounded my flesh, while his hands grabbed my sides. He was hurting me but the pain melted into pleasure when he entered me, without warning, without mercy.
I had never known physical love – not with a woman, nor with a man.
The narrations of the druids talked about it, of how men lose their reason for love and of how love makes you waste your energy for the sake of physical fulfillment.
In the long austere years as a druid I had learned to respect the silence. No sound came out of my mouth even when he pushed hard, faster, growling like a wild wolf.
I liked to see him losing control. I liked his expression, showing rage and lust.
He suddenly slowed his pace.
“I want you to come with me. Touch yourself...I am near.”
he ordered.
I got hold of my pulsing flesh, and I began stroking it fast. He licked my neck, biting when due to the tension of pleasured I suddenly throbbed.
“Eledhwen if you don't move it'll be too late, I won't last much longer...” he said an enduring expression on his face.
The sound of his voice, liquid silver, excited me so much I reached the point of no return.
“Keth I am coming...”
I said, my voice trembling.
He pushed it all into me, whispering into my ear words of love in the elfish old idiom.
He promised to protect me forever.
“I'll be your knight, son of the moon. I will protect you until the last breath of life will leave my body. This is written in the stars”
I was now property of a high elf, a male, like me.
I had now learned the meaning of the word falling, I had lost my virginity and my soul, I could not go back in time any more and I didn't even want it.
Since the day I had met Keth, a few years before, I had been fascinated by his person, the mystery and the strength surrounding him. There was no way I could escape to his charm.
He had come to the village to meet the Wiseman, the oldest of the druids, at that time I was in the order only since a few days.
When he arrived, the big wolf at his side, I was walking among the houses enjoying the warmth of the summer.
“You druid!” he told me with a harsh unpleasant tone “bring me to the Wiseman!”
I frowned
“Who are you, white elf, to think you can give me an order?”
he raised his eyebrows.
“You are in front of the leaders of Gandrel, human! Is this enough as an answer?”
“It is” I replied “but now you can look for the Wiseman yourself.
I turned my back at him, but I felt his hand clenching around my arm, his face suddenly so close to mine, that I could smell him, the strong scent of jasmine and forest.
“Don't mess with me druid! I could suddenly forget the treaty...”
I swallowed soundly, still frowning
“I am not scared of you elf.” I bluffed.
His wolf growled and it sounded like a laughter.
Keth smirked
“You have courage druid” he let my arm go “Come Cyrrus” he said talking to his wolf “we'll go look for the Wiseman since the brat won't cooperate”
Since that day he dropped by the village very often, for a reason or another. Sometimes he jumped out of the bushes when I was walking in the forest, talking to me with his arrogant tone.
With the passing of time we became close. There were not a lot of words between us, but a silent link existing beyond us.
The day the dark elves attacked the village, Keth, leader of the tribe of Gandrel had come to save us. The hatred between light and dark elves had existed for ages, but there was a treaty forbidding them both to attack humans. That treaty has been made to preserve the name of the elfish race.
At the beginning I thought that was the reason pushing Keth to save us, in the rage of the battle though Keth came to look for me, killing every creature who came between us, and when he found me he took me away with him.
His wolf opened us the way to the dark manor, and the rest of the story...well, it's what I just told you.
Concerning me, I didn't become a druid because I had heard the call. I did it for the knowledge. I wanted to know the secret of alchemy, the power of herbs and the secrets of poisons.
I had never been ready to lose the privilege of being a druid, not for power, not for love.
Not until that moment.
Keth climaxed, biting his under lip, his eyes closed, pearls of sweat shining on his forehead, his hair like a black crown.
I was excited, tired, happy, scared.
“What am I supposed to do now Keth?” I told him when he came to rest his head on my chest.
“You are mine now” he replied.
I smiled, unable to oppose him.
“You'll be at my side” he continued “I'll do all for you...you don't believe it?” he turned his head and looked right into my eyes. In the depth of his green iris I saw my past, full of bad memories, filled with sorrow and rare joyful moments, I felt sensations I could barely remember.
In his eyes I saw the future, full of mystery and secrets, full of strength and courage, of battles and peaceful moments.
In his eyes I saw our bodies entangled in a dance of love, our lips touching, our tongues looking for each other.
All my questions faded in the image of him.
For the first time that day I felt safe.
For the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the word happiness.
“I belong to you, Keth Silverclaw” I told him a second before his lips reached mines.
The wolves outside the manor were howling at the crimson moon filling a black sky, they were welcoming our new life and the beginning of our future.
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note of the author: don't think it's easy to forget I had given my heart to an illusion. It seems that not freaking out about it, made of me a worthless simpleton. I still believe in all the nonsense. I am a conscious son of a bitch.
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Saturday, 23 July 2011
Friday, 1 April 2011
over the edge
Seth couldn’t concentrate on his paperwork, the discussion he had with Miguel the day before was echoing in his head. He still couldn’t understand why his friend got so lit up about that.
“If you would look beyond your own stiff convictions Seth, you’ll see that there are people loving you. The problem is you don’t look in the right direction, Válgame Dios!”
Miguel had moved from Colombia a few years before and he had been his colleague since almost two years now. Seth found Miguel a very interesting guy, smart and cool and after a few months working together, they had been seeing each other out of work, for a drink or to play pool and they ended up becoming quite good friends.
They could talk about everything and they were always on the same wavelength.
But the day before something had turned Seth’s world upside down.
He should have been at work till late for a meeting, but the chairman had called him to cancel it, so he decided to take the rest of the day off and go home. He knew Renée didn’t have to work and he wanted to surprise her….and he did.
The door of the apartment was locked. Seth thought it was strange when they were home they just closed it without locking it. When he entered the room the muffled sounds coming from the bath caught his attention. He neared the half opened door.
Renée was in the shower facing the wall, she was moaning loudly due to the apparently skilled attentions of Ward, Seth’s best friend.
He went back to the living room took out his coat and jacket, took a glass and the bottle of cognac, he filled the glass and drank it empty in one shot.
Paying attention not to be noisy he went to the sleeping room, took a suitcase and threw all could fit of Renée’s clothes in it. He put it by the door and then he sat on the couch waiting.
It took sometimes before the two came out of the shower.
“Oh my…” he heard Renée’s shocked voice and immediately after Ward echoing her with a “Oh fuck!”
He stood up and walked to Renée “You have five minutes to disappear” he said cool “I’ll send you the rest of your stuff later”
“Seth, let me ex-…” Ward tried to say
“Shut up. Get the hell out of here, before I fucking kill you…”
Ward didn’t reply, he quickly dressed and he vanished.
When he finally remained alone, Seth took the bottle he had left on the counter with the serious intention to drink it out.
After a few more glasses the emotions began flowing in his blood amplified by the alcohol “Why am I actually smashing myself for that bitch?” he said loudly to himself kicking the leg of the table.
He took the phone and called Miguel. He needed someone to talk to, someone he could trust. His friend was a very good listener. Seth always had a good feeling after talking to him.
“Hi Miguel it’s me…Seth…”
“Hola! You sound…awful! Something the matter?”
“Just…I need to talk to someone…”
“Where are you?”
“At home.”
“Give me twenty minutes and I am there..”
When Seth opened the door, his shirt open, covered in sweat and smelling of alcohol, Miguel frowned
“What the hell has happened here? Let me in…”
He took Seth by an arm and pushed him down on the couch sitting next to him
“Come on…what’s the matter?”
Seth told him the summary of what happened that afternoon and Miguel listened actively.
“It’s going to pass, I think you should be proud of yourself…your carpet is not stained of blood” he joked “and you have other friends and love is not irreplaceable.”
“I don’t want to trust anybody anymore. I thought he was my best friend…I wonder how long they were doing that behind my back. Love is just something we want to believe in, to refuse acknowledging that human life is nothing but struggling to satisfy ones physical needs…screw them!” he said filling his glass again.
“If you think that, only because of what happened today you are a coward. You prefer being the victim and making a burden of yourself than reacting” Miguel replied angrily.
“It’s time I become aware of the fact that I am possibly not going to find someone loving me completely, the same way I would be ready to love. That kind of love doesn’t exist…”
At that point Miguel had lost his temper. “You don’t understand anything” he said blushing, and he turned away from him. “I’d better I go now. I seem not to be of any use here.” He hissed while leaving his apartment.
He didn’t see him since then and he still couldn’t get over his behavior.
The door of Seth’s office creaked open.
“May I come in?” said Miguel blushing.
“Hi Miguel! Sure!”
“I won’t stay long; I just meant to apologize for last night…you asked me for support and I lost my temper…Lo siento”
“Naah, no te agüites …I was weeping like a baby. I needed someone to shake me awake. I just…I just don’t understand why you got so mad about it. I think you would have lost some faith in your fellow man too, if you had been fucked from your girlfriend and your best friend at the same time...”
“Maybe” he said “What about drinking something together at my place tonight? Then you can weep some more and I won’t be the jerk this time…” he smiled warmly. His tan skin was a neat contrast with his pearl white teeth.
Miguel’s flat was small but cozy.
“I brought a bottle of Cognac but I forgot the cigars” Seth apologized entering the room.
“It’s alright; I still have some good ones”
The night was warm and a scented breeze was coming from the sea. They sat on the floor on the balcony, and Seth all of a sudden didn’t feel like talking about what happened the day before anymore.
“Wanna talk?” said Miguel with an encouraging tone.
“Not really, I am enjoying the moment; I think I don’t really feel like talking now”
Miguel swallowed soundly “N-no problem”
They sat there for a long time, smoking and drinking, without saying a word. Seth caught his friends staring at him from time to time. He seemed worried.
“Is something bugging you?” he asked
“No, I…I’ll be right back” Miguel stood up and rushed inside.
Seth had the impression that something was wrong. He waited a while but Miguel didn’t show up. He went looking for him.
He went around in the apartment and he heard a noise of water coming from the bath. The door was open and Seth saw Miguel with his head under the gush of water from the faucet.
As he saw him he stood up, frowning, water dropping from his hair.
Seth felt his heart pounding, but he immediately got shocked from his own behavior -wait a sec! What’s with me getting all self conscious now? He is a guy and he is a friend! – Still he felt the tension rising.
Miguel stepped towards him.
He turned away “sorry” he said “you didn’t come back and I just wanted to check whether you were alright…you seemed upset”
“I was” Miguel suddenly replied whispering in Seth’s ear “I was upset at myself…for the feeling I have and for the fact that I can’t control myself” Seth’s heart was pounding so hard that he thought Miguel could hear it.
He turned back holding his breath. Their lips were so near they almost touched. “M-Miguel I…” That is what it was all about then?… was that the direction I had forgotten to look in?
“Maybe I should go home.” He said suddenly looking down
“Maybe” was the cold reply.
Going back home, he tried to clean up the mess he had in his head. What happened just a while before? What would have happened if he didn’t turn away? Was that the alcohol or Miguel really meant what he said?
For a moment he had felt like letting himself go. He wanted that. He could lie to Miguel, but he couldn’t lie to himself.
Once back home Seth threw himself on the bed without making the effort to undress. Before he realized he was asleep and shortly after the alarm clock woke him up.
“It’s already morning” he said talking to himself. In a second the memories of the night before came back to him. How am I going to face him today? I don’t know if I have to feel guilty or proud of myself…damn it!
When he arrived in the office he discovered that Miguel had called in sick.
He got on the point of calling him several times during the day, but he didn’t.
Miguel didn’t show up during the whole week and when Seth finally tried to call him he got his answering machine.
Seth began feeling guilty. Maybe he was not coming because of what happened…what if he was there feeling depressed? He had to do something…Miguel had been there for him when he was desperate.
Being honest he also wanted to see him. This last thought made him blush. He smiled embarrassed to himself “Good job Seth!” he said aloud “very good job!”
After work he drove to his apartment.
He had to ring several times before hearing footsteps on the other side of the door. He felt his blood concentrating on his cheeks.
The door went open: “Seth…How…why are you here?” Miguel was visibly surprised
“Can I come in?”
“Sure!”
They sat on the couch.
“Why didn’t you come to work?” Seth said throwing him a stern look “and why didn’t you pick up your phone?”
Miguel dropped his head and sighed. “What do you think? I have made a fool of myself. This is the first time in my life I run away from something” he confessed “I was scared that you were not going to talk to me anymore, now that you know how “things” are…”
“And…how are ‘things’?” Seth felt his own voice trembling.
Miguel raised his head and he looked at him. He was breathing quickly, his lips parted, his face suddenly flushed.
Seth moved closer to him their eyes met for a second and his brain was hushed. He took Miguel’s face in his hands and kissed him, but he didn’t return the kiss.
Seth frowned “Now I am the one making a fool of himself, I probably misunder…”
Before he could finish the sentence Miguel pulled him towards himself and kissed him, slowly, deeply for such a long time he got lost in his kiss.
“I am sorry…” Miguel finally said breaking the spell and, hugging Seth firmly, he added with a smile “I was so happy that I got stoned…”
“We are a good couple of geeks…” They laughed together.
“Well, are you going to come to work tomorrow?”
“Sure”
“Well…then it’s better for me to go now. It’s getting late…” Seth tried to free himself from his friends hug without success “what the..?”
“I don’t want you to go…”
“I don’t want to go either but…”
Miguel let him free from his hug
“Then stay” he said. He was giving him the choice to stay or go. They both stare at the ground.
Turning towards him Miguel saw that Seth was looking at him, his expression was confused, his eyes begging:
"I like it when I am looking at you and I can see you looking back at me." He said taking his hand.
He stood up and pulled Seth along. They moved to the back room.
It was a small space with no furniture but a futon bed and an old standing lamp. The large window was covered by two heavy curtains. The moonlight filtered in between barely defining the space.
They threw themselves on the bed.
“It’s a long time I ask myself how it would be like…” the moon was illuminating Miguel’s face. His eyes were glowing like the ones of a feline.
“What about?” Seth asked rolling a tuft of Miguel’s black hair around his finger.
“El sabor de tu cuerpo…”
The depth of Miguel’s voice made Seth shiver.
“I possibly didn’t tell you that you are darned sexy when you speak Spanish…”
“creo que no” Miguel answered nibbling his lips.
“Jerk…” Seth moaned slightly out of control.
The air of the room felt like velvet on his skin. Seth’s mind was filled only with his lover’s presence.
At the beginning of that day he was still fighting against the idea he could have feelings for another man and now it all felt like it was completely natural.
Maybe love really existed at the end, maybe it had been waiting for him all that time over the edge.
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Author's note: taking for yourself the pleasure of coldly prepare the suticase of your partner why she is having sex with another man in the shower it's priceless. That is the moment when you realize that maybe your life needs to change direction.
Cognac is not exactly the best enhancing method but concerning me that's pure fanaticism.
“If you would look beyond your own stiff convictions Seth, you’ll see that there are people loving you. The problem is you don’t look in the right direction, Válgame Dios!”
Miguel had moved from Colombia a few years before and he had been his colleague since almost two years now. Seth found Miguel a very interesting guy, smart and cool and after a few months working together, they had been seeing each other out of work, for a drink or to play pool and they ended up becoming quite good friends.
They could talk about everything and they were always on the same wavelength.
But the day before something had turned Seth’s world upside down.
He should have been at work till late for a meeting, but the chairman had called him to cancel it, so he decided to take the rest of the day off and go home. He knew Renée didn’t have to work and he wanted to surprise her….and he did.
The door of the apartment was locked. Seth thought it was strange when they were home they just closed it without locking it. When he entered the room the muffled sounds coming from the bath caught his attention. He neared the half opened door.
Renée was in the shower facing the wall, she was moaning loudly due to the apparently skilled attentions of Ward, Seth’s best friend.
He went back to the living room took out his coat and jacket, took a glass and the bottle of cognac, he filled the glass and drank it empty in one shot.
Paying attention not to be noisy he went to the sleeping room, took a suitcase and threw all could fit of Renée’s clothes in it. He put it by the door and then he sat on the couch waiting.
It took sometimes before the two came out of the shower.
“Oh my…” he heard Renée’s shocked voice and immediately after Ward echoing her with a “Oh fuck!”
He stood up and walked to Renée “You have five minutes to disappear” he said cool “I’ll send you the rest of your stuff later”
“Seth, let me ex-…” Ward tried to say
“Shut up. Get the hell out of here, before I fucking kill you…”
Ward didn’t reply, he quickly dressed and he vanished.
When he finally remained alone, Seth took the bottle he had left on the counter with the serious intention to drink it out.
After a few more glasses the emotions began flowing in his blood amplified by the alcohol “Why am I actually smashing myself for that bitch?” he said loudly to himself kicking the leg of the table.
He took the phone and called Miguel. He needed someone to talk to, someone he could trust. His friend was a very good listener. Seth always had a good feeling after talking to him.
“Hi Miguel it’s me…Seth…”
“Hola! You sound…awful! Something the matter?”
“Just…I need to talk to someone…”
“Where are you?”
“At home.”
“Give me twenty minutes and I am there..”
When Seth opened the door, his shirt open, covered in sweat and smelling of alcohol, Miguel frowned
“What the hell has happened here? Let me in…”
He took Seth by an arm and pushed him down on the couch sitting next to him
“Come on…what’s the matter?”
Seth told him the summary of what happened that afternoon and Miguel listened actively.
“It’s going to pass, I think you should be proud of yourself…your carpet is not stained of blood” he joked “and you have other friends and love is not irreplaceable.”
“I don’t want to trust anybody anymore. I thought he was my best friend…I wonder how long they were doing that behind my back. Love is just something we want to believe in, to refuse acknowledging that human life is nothing but struggling to satisfy ones physical needs…screw them!” he said filling his glass again.
“If you think that, only because of what happened today you are a coward. You prefer being the victim and making a burden of yourself than reacting” Miguel replied angrily.
“It’s time I become aware of the fact that I am possibly not going to find someone loving me completely, the same way I would be ready to love. That kind of love doesn’t exist…”
At that point Miguel had lost his temper. “You don’t understand anything” he said blushing, and he turned away from him. “I’d better I go now. I seem not to be of any use here.” He hissed while leaving his apartment.
He didn’t see him since then and he still couldn’t get over his behavior.
The door of Seth’s office creaked open.
“May I come in?” said Miguel blushing.
“Hi Miguel! Sure!”
“I won’t stay long; I just meant to apologize for last night…you asked me for support and I lost my temper…Lo siento”
“Naah, no te agüites …I was weeping like a baby. I needed someone to shake me awake. I just…I just don’t understand why you got so mad about it. I think you would have lost some faith in your fellow man too, if you had been fucked from your girlfriend and your best friend at the same time...”
“Maybe” he said “What about drinking something together at my place tonight? Then you can weep some more and I won’t be the jerk this time…” he smiled warmly. His tan skin was a neat contrast with his pearl white teeth.
Miguel’s flat was small but cozy.
“I brought a bottle of Cognac but I forgot the cigars” Seth apologized entering the room.
“It’s alright; I still have some good ones”
The night was warm and a scented breeze was coming from the sea. They sat on the floor on the balcony, and Seth all of a sudden didn’t feel like talking about what happened the day before anymore.
“Wanna talk?” said Miguel with an encouraging tone.
“Not really, I am enjoying the moment; I think I don’t really feel like talking now”
Miguel swallowed soundly “N-no problem”
They sat there for a long time, smoking and drinking, without saying a word. Seth caught his friends staring at him from time to time. He seemed worried.
“Is something bugging you?” he asked
“No, I…I’ll be right back” Miguel stood up and rushed inside.
Seth had the impression that something was wrong. He waited a while but Miguel didn’t show up. He went looking for him.
He went around in the apartment and he heard a noise of water coming from the bath. The door was open and Seth saw Miguel with his head under the gush of water from the faucet.
As he saw him he stood up, frowning, water dropping from his hair.
Seth felt his heart pounding, but he immediately got shocked from his own behavior -wait a sec! What’s with me getting all self conscious now? He is a guy and he is a friend! – Still he felt the tension rising.
Miguel stepped towards him.
He turned away “sorry” he said “you didn’t come back and I just wanted to check whether you were alright…you seemed upset”
“I was” Miguel suddenly replied whispering in Seth’s ear “I was upset at myself…for the feeling I have and for the fact that I can’t control myself” Seth’s heart was pounding so hard that he thought Miguel could hear it.
He turned back holding his breath. Their lips were so near they almost touched. “M-Miguel I…” That is what it was all about then?… was that the direction I had forgotten to look in?
“Maybe I should go home.” He said suddenly looking down
“Maybe” was the cold reply.
Going back home, he tried to clean up the mess he had in his head. What happened just a while before? What would have happened if he didn’t turn away? Was that the alcohol or Miguel really meant what he said?
For a moment he had felt like letting himself go. He wanted that. He could lie to Miguel, but he couldn’t lie to himself.
Once back home Seth threw himself on the bed without making the effort to undress. Before he realized he was asleep and shortly after the alarm clock woke him up.
“It’s already morning” he said talking to himself. In a second the memories of the night before came back to him. How am I going to face him today? I don’t know if I have to feel guilty or proud of myself…damn it!
When he arrived in the office he discovered that Miguel had called in sick.
He got on the point of calling him several times during the day, but he didn’t.
Miguel didn’t show up during the whole week and when Seth finally tried to call him he got his answering machine.
Seth began feeling guilty. Maybe he was not coming because of what happened…what if he was there feeling depressed? He had to do something…Miguel had been there for him when he was desperate.
Being honest he also wanted to see him. This last thought made him blush. He smiled embarrassed to himself “Good job Seth!” he said aloud “very good job!”
After work he drove to his apartment.
He had to ring several times before hearing footsteps on the other side of the door. He felt his blood concentrating on his cheeks.
The door went open: “Seth…How…why are you here?” Miguel was visibly surprised
“Can I come in?”
“Sure!”
They sat on the couch.
“Why didn’t you come to work?” Seth said throwing him a stern look “and why didn’t you pick up your phone?”
Miguel dropped his head and sighed. “What do you think? I have made a fool of myself. This is the first time in my life I run away from something” he confessed “I was scared that you were not going to talk to me anymore, now that you know how “things” are…”
“And…how are ‘things’?” Seth felt his own voice trembling.
Miguel raised his head and he looked at him. He was breathing quickly, his lips parted, his face suddenly flushed.
Seth moved closer to him their eyes met for a second and his brain was hushed. He took Miguel’s face in his hands and kissed him, but he didn’t return the kiss.
Seth frowned “Now I am the one making a fool of himself, I probably misunder…”
Before he could finish the sentence Miguel pulled him towards himself and kissed him, slowly, deeply for such a long time he got lost in his kiss.
“I am sorry…” Miguel finally said breaking the spell and, hugging Seth firmly, he added with a smile “I was so happy that I got stoned…”
“We are a good couple of geeks…” They laughed together.
“Well, are you going to come to work tomorrow?”
“Sure”
“Well…then it’s better for me to go now. It’s getting late…” Seth tried to free himself from his friends hug without success “what the..?”
“I don’t want you to go…”
“I don’t want to go either but…”
Miguel let him free from his hug
“Then stay” he said. He was giving him the choice to stay or go. They both stare at the ground.
Turning towards him Miguel saw that Seth was looking at him, his expression was confused, his eyes begging:
"I like it when I am looking at you and I can see you looking back at me." He said taking his hand.
He stood up and pulled Seth along. They moved to the back room.
It was a small space with no furniture but a futon bed and an old standing lamp. The large window was covered by two heavy curtains. The moonlight filtered in between barely defining the space.
They threw themselves on the bed.
“It’s a long time I ask myself how it would be like…” the moon was illuminating Miguel’s face. His eyes were glowing like the ones of a feline.
“What about?” Seth asked rolling a tuft of Miguel’s black hair around his finger.
“El sabor de tu cuerpo…”
The depth of Miguel’s voice made Seth shiver.
“I possibly didn’t tell you that you are darned sexy when you speak Spanish…”
“creo que no” Miguel answered nibbling his lips.
“Jerk…” Seth moaned slightly out of control.
The air of the room felt like velvet on his skin. Seth’s mind was filled only with his lover’s presence.
At the beginning of that day he was still fighting against the idea he could have feelings for another man and now it all felt like it was completely natural.
Maybe love really existed at the end, maybe it had been waiting for him all that time over the edge.
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Author's note: taking for yourself the pleasure of coldly prepare the suticase of your partner why she is having sex with another man in the shower it's priceless. That is the moment when you realize that maybe your life needs to change direction.
Cognac is not exactly the best enhancing method but concerning me that's pure fanaticism.
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Side Stories #2 – Tate x Aki
[MXM]
Aki has red hair, he is fragile, you would think he is a dreamer.
Aki has red hair, he is fragile, you would think he is a dreamer.
Saturday, 11 September 2010
Side Stories #1: Glance (when a true story seems fiction…)
First thing I did coming back home from work was starting my computer and checking my mail. I thought he liked me because when I gave him my e-mail address on a pice of paper from my packet of cigarettes he smiled.
It’s better I don’t think about it…it’s becoming an obsession I said to myself
I met him a few days ago, he works for a company installing fire alarm systems and he is working in our company on a time contract since a few weeks. I called him “the flying Dutchman” because he worked constantly near to the ceiling. One day I entered the container in the smokers zone and he was there sitting on the ground, dirty and sweaty a red Coke cap covering his face, the cigarette hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Nobody was there. I normally don’t stare at people, surely not at guys, but with him I couldn’t help.
He took away his cap showing his mohawk and his blue eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was handsome, but his eyes were of a blue I had never seen.
He looked at me without changing expression and when I realized I was staring I felt my cheeks getting warmer.
“Sorry I was staring…I actually thought you were sleeping…or sort of” I said. No answer from his part. Probably he thought I was an idiot, or he understood immediately that I liked him, probably he was used to it.
He stood up, towering on me (I am 165 cm you know…that happens all the time!) and he said: “Can I have a Cig from you to smoke later? I finished mines” I nodded and took out my packet “Menthol?” he commented “well, I…” I tried to say something but he turned away and he went out without adding a word.
The day after I didn’t see him in the smoker’s room. After smoking my cigarette, I took the stair back to my office and I found him there, with a packet of Marlboro in his hand.
“Here” he said “learn to smoke like a man” then he turned to go down the stairs.
I had to do something! I had to see him again! ”Wait…” I said; I took out the pen from my pocket, I pulled off a piece of paper from my packet of cigarettes and I wrote quickly my e-mail address. I gave him the paper and he looked at it shortly, then he casted me a glance smiling.
”thanks” he said, and he disappeared down the stairs.
Fuck you Bo! why your e-mail address you nerd! you had to give him your phone number…it was too late in any case, now I just had to wait and see.
Since than almost a week had passed and I still didn’t get any message but everyday I checked it out, I am a die-hard…
That evening I decided to start MSN, maybe some of my friends would have been connected…at least I could chat and think about something else.
As I logged in a request for connection popped out “the Flying Dutchman”…NO WAY!
I accept immediately and he was online…
Flying Dutchman says: It took you so long, Menthol guy!
BorisDemon says: yeah, I have been busy
I lied without mercy! luckily you don’t see that in a chat.
Flying Dutchman says: well, now u’re here anything 2 say? you seemed so in a hurry to give me you e-mail address…if you would have given you tel n. instead it would have been quicker…
BorisDemon says: don’t mention it…
I confessed
Flying Dutchman says: do you like me?
BorisDemon says: u direct one uh?
Flying Dutchman says: So? Do you?
what do I say now? what do I say? what if I say yes and he laughs at me? shit, shit, shit!
BorisDemon says: what if I say yes?
Flying Dutchman says: I would say let’s meet…
Oh my fucking god! it can’t be true…
BorisDemon says: where?
Flying Dutchman says: in 10 min. at the carpool parking? I don’t live far from you so you know which one I mean?
BorisDemon says: yeah, but 10 min I don’t even have time to change…
Flying Dutchman says: you don’t need to be primping and don’t bring that cigarettes of yours…
BorisDemon says: jerk
Flying Dutchman says: :p
BorisDemon says: hey…
Flying Dutchman says: what?
BorisDemon says: what’s your name?
Flying Dutchman says: I’ll tell you later <3
Flying Dutchman is disconnected…
No way. I am going to meet him…now…will he like me too? of course, he wouldn’t have asked me to meet…but what if he only wants sex? Well, I want sex too..or not?
The time was passing so it was better to be getting going.
The road to the parking was not so long, about ten minutes, I put on my leather jacket and jumped into my car.
When I arrived he is already there waiting with his feet on the steering wheel. I parked my car front to front with his car. We looked at each other for a second then I decided to get out and go to him. His window was open and I bowed to look at him. His mouth reached mine and we kissed, as if it would be normal. He tasted of menthol (the jerk)
“Glenn” he said, “my name is Glenn”
He kissed me again “Close your car and come here” he whispered.
I pushed the lock button and my car clicked. I turned around and I went to seat at the passenger side.
“Surprised?” he said for the first time embarrassed
“I have to admit I am” I said “I never thought you could be…” “Gay?” he finished my phrase. I nodded.
“What do you feel like doing?” why leave this to me? I thought. My head was trying to look for alternatives.
“I want to have sex with you.” he stated. I tried to reply but he kissed me silent “I want to have sex with you, but I also want to get to know you better…I don’t know what you think…”
This time I pulled him towards me and I kissed him caressing his chest “I think the same.” he smiled again and he looked at me his eyes right into mine.
We kissed and caressed each other for a long time, and when we realized what time it was all around it was dark.
“I want you to come to my place…” he said “I want to come to your place..” I replied “but I am going to smoke menthol”
he laughed out loud than he pulled me towards him and he licked my lips with the point of his tongue “mh…It’s not so bad…”
I woke up in his bed the day after and he was looking at me while I was sleeping. I thought it was so difficult to find love, but Glenn made me change my mind.
I also had an impact though: I made him change his cigarettes…he smokes menthol now…:D
It’s better I don’t think about it…it’s becoming an obsession I said to myself
I met him a few days ago, he works for a company installing fire alarm systems and he is working in our company on a time contract since a few weeks. I called him “the flying Dutchman” because he worked constantly near to the ceiling. One day I entered the container in the smokers zone and he was there sitting on the ground, dirty and sweaty a red Coke cap covering his face, the cigarette hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Nobody was there. I normally don’t stare at people, surely not at guys, but with him I couldn’t help.
He took away his cap showing his mohawk and his blue eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was handsome, but his eyes were of a blue I had never seen.
He looked at me without changing expression and when I realized I was staring I felt my cheeks getting warmer.
“Sorry I was staring…I actually thought you were sleeping…or sort of” I said. No answer from his part. Probably he thought I was an idiot, or he understood immediately that I liked him, probably he was used to it.
He stood up, towering on me (I am 165 cm you know…that happens all the time!) and he said: “Can I have a Cig from you to smoke later? I finished mines” I nodded and took out my packet “Menthol?” he commented “well, I…” I tried to say something but he turned away and he went out without adding a word.
The day after I didn’t see him in the smoker’s room. After smoking my cigarette, I took the stair back to my office and I found him there, with a packet of Marlboro in his hand.
“Here” he said “learn to smoke like a man” then he turned to go down the stairs.
I had to do something! I had to see him again! ”Wait…” I said; I took out the pen from my pocket, I pulled off a piece of paper from my packet of cigarettes and I wrote quickly my e-mail address. I gave him the paper and he looked at it shortly, then he casted me a glance smiling.
”thanks” he said, and he disappeared down the stairs.
Fuck you Bo! why your e-mail address you nerd! you had to give him your phone number…it was too late in any case, now I just had to wait and see.
Since than almost a week had passed and I still didn’t get any message but everyday I checked it out, I am a die-hard…
That evening I decided to start MSN, maybe some of my friends would have been connected…at least I could chat and think about something else.
As I logged in a request for connection popped out “the Flying Dutchman”…NO WAY!
I accept immediately and he was online…
Flying Dutchman says: It took you so long, Menthol guy!
BorisDemon says: yeah, I have been busy
I lied without mercy! luckily you don’t see that in a chat.
Flying Dutchman says: well, now u’re here anything 2 say? you seemed so in a hurry to give me you e-mail address…if you would have given you tel n. instead it would have been quicker…
BorisDemon says: don’t mention it…
I confessed
Flying Dutchman says: do you like me?
BorisDemon says: u direct one uh?
Flying Dutchman says: So? Do you?
what do I say now? what do I say? what if I say yes and he laughs at me? shit, shit, shit!
BorisDemon says: what if I say yes?
Flying Dutchman says: I would say let’s meet…
Oh my fucking god! it can’t be true…
BorisDemon says: where?
Flying Dutchman says: in 10 min. at the carpool parking? I don’t live far from you so you know which one I mean?
BorisDemon says: yeah, but 10 min I don’t even have time to change…
Flying Dutchman says: you don’t need to be primping and don’t bring that cigarettes of yours…
BorisDemon says: jerk
Flying Dutchman says: :p
BorisDemon says: hey…
Flying Dutchman says: what?
BorisDemon says: what’s your name?
Flying Dutchman says: I’ll tell you later <3
Flying Dutchman is disconnected…
No way. I am going to meet him…now…will he like me too? of course, he wouldn’t have asked me to meet…but what if he only wants sex? Well, I want sex too..or not?
The time was passing so it was better to be getting going.
The road to the parking was not so long, about ten minutes, I put on my leather jacket and jumped into my car.
When I arrived he is already there waiting with his feet on the steering wheel. I parked my car front to front with his car. We looked at each other for a second then I decided to get out and go to him. His window was open and I bowed to look at him. His mouth reached mine and we kissed, as if it would be normal. He tasted of menthol (the jerk)
“Glenn” he said, “my name is Glenn”
He kissed me again “Close your car and come here” he whispered.
I pushed the lock button and my car clicked. I turned around and I went to seat at the passenger side.
“Surprised?” he said for the first time embarrassed
“I have to admit I am” I said “I never thought you could be…” “Gay?” he finished my phrase. I nodded.
“What do you feel like doing?” why leave this to me? I thought. My head was trying to look for alternatives.
“I want to have sex with you.” he stated. I tried to reply but he kissed me silent “I want to have sex with you, but I also want to get to know you better…I don’t know what you think…”
This time I pulled him towards me and I kissed him caressing his chest “I think the same.” he smiled again and he looked at me his eyes right into mine.
We kissed and caressed each other for a long time, and when we realized what time it was all around it was dark.
“I want you to come to my place…” he said “I want to come to your place..” I replied “but I am going to smoke menthol”
he laughed out loud than he pulled me towards him and he licked my lips with the point of his tongue “mh…It’s not so bad…”
I woke up in his bed the day after and he was looking at me while I was sleeping. I thought it was so difficult to find love, but Glenn made me change my mind.
I also had an impact though: I made him change his cigarettes…he smokes menthol now…:D