Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
A light flashed from the phone sitting on the kitchen counter as it alerted its owner of an incoming text message. Puffing out one last cloud of smoke, Sowen squashed out the remainder of his cigarette on the balcony railing before flicking it into the street below. Bits of ash stuck around, greying up the railing. Not that it could be greyed up too much more than it already was. Years of extreme sun-exposure had dyed the once black iron. Maybe one day he would tire of seeing the dim color and have it replaced with concrete.
Any shade of orange or red which had painted the sky just a moment earlier had been blotted out as the velvet night returned. Even in the city it was impossible to run from the unnerving darkness of the western desert. The blistering sun would always give way to the luminescent moon, the shimmering stars who threatened to blink out of existence at the slightest breath. Night would always come. Something so inevitable offered only two possibilities: hide from the night, or embrace it.
Cool air danced along the back of Sowen’s hand, a light breeze promising a comfortable night. Unbuttoning the cuff of both sleeves, he rolled them up his forearm. The invitation was well-received, another waft kissing at the exposed skin. He could leave the glass door open tonight; what harm would there be? Who could bother him all the way up on the top floor of the hotel? Who would dare?
Turning away from the twinkling sky, Sowen stepped through the doorway and into the kitchen of his apartment. Another set of vibrations served as a reminder someone had been attempting to contact him. Without thought, one hand moved to run fingers through his short, coal-tinted hair (not a single strand of it giving away his age), messing it up only a bit more than the day already had. The other hand reached into the pocket of his shirt, retrieving the almost barren pack of cigarettes. Laying them on the counter, he traded the pack for the mobile device.
One text message waited for him, the contact name from the notification bringing a soft smile to his lips.
Kyne: What are you up to?
Every day was exhausting for a man who was responsible for maintaining both a hotel and a modeling agency. Not a single moment would be allowed to go to waste, because that was a moment which could be put to good use. Even long after the sun had set and everyone else had gone to bed, Sowen would not be permitted a chance to rest. He hoped, though, that this message was sent with more than business in mind.
Unlocking the phone, Sowen typed out two words:
Nothing. Why?
Hitting send, he lightly tapped the power button to relock then phone before tucking it into his shirt pocket. Virtually no time passed, and he had barely taken the step from the kitchen into the living room before the device vibrated to once again indicate there was a message waiting on him.
Be there in a minute.
The immediate response earned another smile, this one a bit more amused. Company was always welcome, especially when said company was Sowen’s best friend, Kyne. The man always had a ball of energy surging through him, almost as if he were a human generator. At times Sowen suspected the man could power the city should there ever be an outage, just off that smile of his alone. In all his life, all his time spent alongside Kyne, not once could he remember wishing to be rid of the younger man. Of course, his memory was not exactly what it used to be.
Just as Sowen collapsed his weight onto the couch and unfolded the book he had sitting on the coffee table, laying the bookmark in his lap as he did so before reclining back, a knock came to the door. A small groan emitted from the man’s throat for no one’s benefit except his own. The bookmark found its way back inside the pages of the neglected book, comfy cozy until its master returned to give it a rest on the table once more.
Another knock sounded at the door, and one more again before Sowen had a chance to pull it open. The moment he did manage to swing it open his body was no longer his own. Kyne stood still only for a brief second; less than a real second for sure. Hardly enough time for Sowen to admire the man who stood eye level to Sowen’s six feet, not even enough time for him to blink. Blonde locks swooshed past Sowen’s vision, preluding the physical attack. Arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a hug. The faintest scent of cologne teased his senses when he reciprocated the embrace, snuggling into the man’s shoulder and holding him there as long as he would be allowed.
Kyne was the one who broke contact first, lowering his arms and stepping back. His trademark grin had lulled into something more delicate, more endearing, but only for instant. Quicker than the human eye could manage the playful grin was back, bleeding a mischievous twinkle into the sea of his turquoise iris. Sowen lost control of his hand, having it seized up and tugged to direct him into the home.
"Come with me," Kyne instructed, leading his friend through the sitting room and into the hallway. Sowen put up no fight at all, willingly being dragged about his home.
The tour stopped just short of his bedroom door. Curiosity ignited in his belly, forcing a raised brow to illustrate his confusion. “What are you doing?” he asked, receiving no answer. No verbal answer, anyhow. Kyne was good for his jokes, though. Chances were he had something planned out, and talking about it would just spoil things.
Intrigued, Sowen followed Kyne into the room. The grip on his hand loosened as his feet took the journey. Turning to watch the other man, Sowen crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the punch line. The short distance between the two of them closed faster than he had anticipated, Kyne invading what little personal space Sowen kept to himself.
Words failed him as he felt the hands against his upper arm, his balance stolen from him, shoving him down toward the bed. A small grunt escaped him at the force. Once more he raised a brow when the other man fell into his lap. He allowed his arms to drop, moving them around to rest in the small of Kyne’s back. Breathing in a short breath, Sowen struggled to collect his thoughts. Certainly he was a dreaming. Gorgeous men did not typically fall into his lap with no effort exerted on his part. No time had been given to think it over too much, though.
Sowen let his eyes slip shut when Kyne cradled his face with one hand, placing the other on his chest. Even had he concocted any sort of protest, there had not been a chance to vocalize it. It seemed one second he was greeting his friend, and then the next their lips were pressed together.
((continued)) Having Kyne’s lips pressed to his own was not new. What was new was Kyne initiating it. As close as the two men were, Kyne had always made it abundantly clear they were no more than friends. Really good friends, but friends nonetheless. More times than he could count, Sowen had made his feelings and intentions known to his friend. It simply was not possible to spend an extended amount of time with Kyne and not fall in love with him. Anyone who could manage it was a far stronger person than Sowen, but he regretted none of it. He had loved the man almost from the beginning. And as long as he could remember, Kyne had spent just as much time rejecting him. His curiosity got the better of him. Reluctantly he pushed Kyne away, sitting up straighter and damning himself as he did so. Again he asked, "What are you doing?" In response Sowen received short chuckle. "I believe I’m attempting to shove my tongue down your throat." The bluntness of his words drew a laugh from Sowen. Straightening up his posture again, he leaned in and brushed his lips gently against the man’s neck. A trail of kisses led the way to Sowen nibbling delicately at the smooth skin. "I love you," he whispered in Kyne’s ear before drawing back to place a light kiss on his friend’s lips. The chaste kiss had obviously not been enough for Kyne, because he pulled Sowen back in. More force was applied to Sowen’s chest as Kyne pressed down on him, forcing the older man into the bed. While pinning him down with one hand, the other worked at the buttons on Sowen’s shirt. Inactivity was the only response the older man’s brain could muster as he watched his friend’s fingers slowly try to work him out of his clothes. Impatience surged through his veins, his hands not satisfied with immobility. He pushed Kyne’s shirt up, wanting to see all the bare skin he would be allowed. The last button slipped through, and only then did Sowen release the fabric, and only long enough to pull his arms through and toss the shirt aside. To Sowen’s pleasure, Kyne began working the buttons on his own shirt. Not once did Kyne’s gaze break contacts with Sowen’s, their eyes locking as Sowen remained mesmerized. While Kyne busied himself with that, Sowen stole the opportunity to undo the button on Kyne’s pants. Unfortunately, Kyne finished with his shirt quicker than Sowen had expected, having time left to bat at the other man’s hands. Shaking his head, Kyne smiled playfully. "Not just yet, my friend," he told Sowen. Instead Kyne slid off of Sowen, scooting down the bed a bit. He began working on the fly of Sowen’s pants. Eyes not quite convinced they were truly seeing what they thought they were, Sowen breathed a shallow, ragged breath. Within seconds his belt clanked as it thudded against the floor, joining both their shirts in what hopefully would be a pile of mixed clothing. Now exposed and more than ready, Sowen kept his eyes on Kyne. A very large part of him worried should he do or say anything that he would ruin any chance of this going farther. He did not want to risk that. One quick kiss on the mouth led to Kyne trailing his lips and tongue down Sowen’s body. He stopped just above the groin, placing delicate kisses and nibbles on Sowen’s stomach as the older man twitched and squirmed. Just as the anticipation was becoming too much, Sowen got what he wanted. The feeling, the pleasure, was more than he could have possibly foreseen. He threw his head back, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. As best he could he steadied his breath. Looking down, he watched as Kyne moved his lips up and down the entire length of the shaft. How was it possible for it to feel so good? Kyne was by far not even close to the first person, or even man, to have a bit of fun with Sowen. He was not new to it, and Kyne definitely was. So how was it he could make Sowen writhe and moan as if he had never been touched? More than once just watching was too much. Sowen had to close his eyes and try his best to breathe. Things heated up much faster than Sowen had expected, and it did not take long before he felt as if he might explode, both literally and figuratively. Wrapping his fingers in Kyne’s hair, Sowen pleaded for him to stop lest it all be over. "Stop. Please," he begged. With a chuckle Kyne obliged, leaving a couple more kisses and nips inside Sowen’s thighs before sitting up again. Their lips met, Sowen forcing his mouth on his friend as if it were the most urgent thing in the world. He willed Kyne’s mouth open with his own, allowing their tongues wrestle and caress each other. If in that moment the world chose to end, well Sowen could not think of a better way to spend his last day on Earth. And if he could spend every day for the rest of his life as such, he would be the happiest man to have ever lived. Against his own volition the tiniest of whimpers escaped on his breath when Kyne pulled away. Nothing in all the world mattered if he could not have those lips. Those hands. That body. If he could not have Kyne, he wanted nothing at all. In that moment he felt more desperate, more vulnerable, and more helpless than he had ever in his life. Should Kyne decide against it all, decide to dress and leave, Sowen feared he might honestly die. The look he received, head cocked to the side and inquiring eyes, made Sowen wonder if perhaps Kyne could read his thoughts. Had that been true, he gave no indication of it. And the same stood true for Sowen, even though there were times when he wished it was not. There were times, more often than he would care to admit, where he wished to know how his friend ticked. What made him work in the ways he did? As if to tease him, as if to say the mystery would remain precisely that, Kyne smiled softly before leaning forward and offering Sowen only a chaste kiss to sate the hunger which he had brought upon. "Okay," Kyne laughed again, "now." For a small window of time Sowen wondered whether Kyne was playing with him. If maybe this had all been a joke and any second he could expect a laugh. But certainly no one was that cruel, and his doubts were soon subsided when Kyne’s hands clutched his own, drawing them to the secure button which he had been denied earlier. His fingers worked quickly, removing the final barrier to the complete angelic visual he had desired for longer than he ever thought possible. Almost before the cloth was gone Sowen found his hand surrounding the one part he never been allowed to touch. At least, not until somewhat recently. The sigh which came from the man above him told Sowen he was doing something right, something of which he had never doubted. One of the many things he prided himself in. Sowen stroked Kyne as if it were his own, using his other hand and set of fingers to massage every inch he could reach of the man. A few times he stopped, focusing on one thing at a time, hovering in spots that elicited the best responses. He tried his best to keep his eyes on Kyne, giving the man his full attention, but that was just so difficult with all the wiggling he was doing. More than once Sowen had to stop completely and breathe deep. The last time he stopped Kyne put his hand over Sowen’s, moving it away from his body to allow himself more movement. Specifically, to scoot down to sit between Sowen’s legs and tug at the final remaining pieces of clothing. No protest was offered, in fact Sowen helped, pulling his pants the last stretch off and dropping them on the floor with everything else. Completely bare, just as he had been many times with many other people. This time was different, though. Every single time with Kyne had been different. Would be different forever. It was no secret Sowen was a bit of a hopeless romantic. He had a problem with falling in love with anyone who looked too long at him. Every person he ever loved, he loved completely, with every ounce of his heart. And yet after every one, after an innumerable amount of romances and true loves, this one was the most right. As cheesy and cliché as it was, Sowen had never felt for about anyone the way he felt for Kyne. It was not just about the sex, the physical relationship; they connected on an emotional level he had thought died in himself a very long time before he ever met Kyne. Kyne was the best, happiest thing to have ever happened to Sowen, and he wanted to celebrate that in every way he possibly could. Words escaped him in that moment. There was not a word in the entire history of the human race that could describe how absolutely perfect everything was. Nothing could explain how he felt, or the fluttering war which took place in his stomach. In the very pit of his essence he could feel the worry and fear and anger and negativity, all of it, he could feel it all fighting to win its way up. Even when he was happier than he could ever remember being, his subconscious was trying its hardest to ruin everything. Kyne must have picked up on the nerves and flutter, because he moved back to sitting over Sowen, resting his weight on one arm as he touched as much of the man as he could while still being able to kiss him. Sowen was so excited by then that even the lightest of brushes against his lips, faintest touches of his arm, even the breath on his skin drew wriggles and groans from him. Again he lost the feeling of Kyne’s lips on his own, and again he let out the weakest of whimpers. If he could just wait, it would all be worth it. Hands came to rest on either side of Kyne’s waist, waiting for what was surely to come. Sowen knew what was happening, but he could not bring himself to look. Feeling himself slip inside, Sowen closed his eyes and let out a small moan. Had he needed it, he would have been breathless.
((continued)) And just like that, everything which happened after was a blur. His memory could hardly put two pieces of the passion and primal need together, let alone the entire puzzle. All he knew was when he rolled over, there lay the only person he wanted. The only person he would ever want. Lying there looking at the most beautiful man in the world, Sowen found himself absent-mindedly stroking Kyne’s cheek, smiling all the while. When he realized he was doing it, he scooted closer, lowering that arm to wrap it around Kyne’s waist. Bare skin on bare skin only made him want Kyne nearer, right up against him. Delicately, he pressed his lips to the other man’s forehead. Pulling away enough to get a good look at that perfect man, Sowen smiled again. "I really do love you, you know," he said, sure the words were not necessary. Kyne snuggled closer. Placing his head on Sowen’s chest he replied, "I know," earning himself another light kiss on the cheek. Silence passed between the two of them, grew until it was the only thing there, but it was not an uncomfortable silence. Sowen could have laid there forever in the silence, eyes closed, cuddled up next to his favorite person in the world. His only wish right then was that every day could end the same: with Kyne wrapped up in his arms. None of the awful things would ever matter again if he could have that one wish. He felt the vibration from the man’s throat against his chest almost before he actually spoke. "Sowen?" Kyne broke the silence. "Hmm?" Sowen replied, much too relaxed to form full sentences. He wanted to be that happy forever, but he also knew the silence had not been broken for anything but to talk. To have a real talk. About them. About what they were and what they were doing. Where they were going. None of those questions did he have an answer to. A puff of air caressed his chest as Kyne heaved a sigh. He sat up, leaning on his elbow while still remaining on his side. “What are we doing?” Sowen could not help but laugh at the question. It was obvious what they were doing. He knew what Kyne meant, and it was not a question he wanted to answer. He just wanted everything to stay the way they were right then and there, but life was never that easy. If they were going to do everything, they were going to have to do it right. That meant they had to talk, even if it was the last thing Sowen wanted to do. "What does it matter?" he asked, smiling as sincerely as he ever had, lacing his fingers into Kyne’s while massaging that hand with his free one. Another sigh preluded Kyne’s next words. "What if I don’t want to do this anymore?" His eyes dropped, looking his hand and not at the man he spoke to. Sowen moved his free hand to rest under Kyne’s chin, applying just enough pressure to make the man look at him. Without a moment of hesitation, he gave the first answer which popped into his head. "Then don’t," he said with a simple shrug. Would Sowen like that? Not at all. It would crush him slightly if Kyne didn’t want to be his anymore, if he couldn’t handle it. All he had ever wanted was Kyne since the moment the two had spoken, but if he had to sacrifice the relationship to keep the friendship, it was the easiest decision he could have ever made. Some Kyne was better than no Kyne at all. The look of bewilderment on Kyne’s face was laughable and adorable at the same time. Mostly adorable. "Really?" he said, but there was no knowing if had anything else to say, because Sowen cut him off with yet another kiss. "Yes, really," Sowen said, wrapping his arms around Kyne and snuggling into his neck. The affection was returned when Kyne nuzzled back into Sowen, holding him close as if the many might float away should he let go. The rest of the night would be consumed by the silence which came back with a vengeance. It devoured them as if they might be the only people left in the world. All there was to be heard was the breathing of the other coupled with the rhythmic beating of his heart. Nothing could have been more perfect for Sowen than just lying there, snuggled against his best friend. ((The End))
I think it would be more beneficial if you made your added comments into posts. other than that, great job. You clearly know how to write.
Thank you :) It means a lot to hear that from a non-loved one who isn’t obligated to lol. I’ll put the comments up as posts later today, but I’ll leave the comments here, too.