Talk

Disclaimer: Hindi ako nakatulog tonight so I created this story. Not yet proofread so I'm sure makakakita kayo ng typo and grammar lapses. Please message me if you did and if you are a homophobic please don't read.


By the way this story was inspired by "In The Dark" that can be read at http://blameitontherainbro.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-dark.html

Talk

By: Viel Bright

My body squirmed as his warm breath brushed through my right ear. With my bare back pressing on his chest, I reached for his nape and pulled his face closer.  I could feel his hands; one unbuckling my belt and the other steadfastly wrapped around my waist.  His breath was musky and warm. His kisses trailed from my shoulder then planted on my neck. He has stubbles on his chin. Making his kisses bristly yet titillating.  My mind raveled a little more every time his breath met my skin.

“Mr. Harold Lim!” The front desk lady shouted.

I hurried my way to her, got the paper she handed, went back to my seat. My hands were trembling as I opened the letter. It said:

Congratulations! You have passed examination. Please be back at 3PM for your final interview.

Good luck!

It was elating to know that I passed but 3PM?!?! Really?!?! It was 12PM when I checked my watch. My mind was in a bungle. The task that I ultimately hate is to wait. Just thinking about those idle 3 hours made my heart break.

“Did you pass?” The man next to me asked then smiled.

“Yes.” I smiled back.

“Then what’s the scowling all about?” Smile still intact.

I laughed a little. “Schedule —” I said showing the paper, “—3PM.”

He shrugged. “That’s easy. Coffee! I know a place nearby. Mine is 3PM too.”

“Well, I think it’s a good idea.”

“Kevin.” He said handing out his hand.

“Harold” I gave mine.

I heard my belt fell on the floor from behind us. I moved to face him. In the dim room, illuminated just with a table lamp, my eyes savored the needing look on his face. Look that I haven’t often seen with other partners.  We’re not just having sex that night. We’re making love.

It was almost 3PM when we got out of the café. We’ve talked about almost about everything yet it still felt like there are still lots to talk about. The connection between us was our souls. Conversing with him was like speaking with a best friend someone hasn’t seen for a very long time. Every word was interesting. Every topic was worth discussing about. Even when we were not speaking our souls did.  And those were the times we’ve learned more from each other. Like, he likes me and I do too.

The Interview went well. I got the job. But that is nothing compared to the newly found friend I got. The night that came was sleepless. Thousand of text messages are sent back and forth. Hundreds of punch lines laughed about. I just can’t get enough of him.

We became instant buddies. We went out a lot. Bar hopping was most of them but we never danced. We just stayed at our corner and talked more about things. Things that we sometimes already talked about but never got tired of.

Then our conversations went deeper. We’ve talked about past relationships. We’ve both learned that we’ve been both single for a long time now. That we are both scared of loving because of the pain that it caused. That we’ll never know when we are gonna be ready.

I made my way to the bed. I couldn’t stop staring at him. The yellow of the light painted an orange cast on his body. His chest, though in dim light, proud and chiseled. And his nipples are begging, aching for attention. My heart skipped 5 beats when he yanked his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I could see how much he wanted to do this by looking at the bulge ravaging inside his briefs. “This night is gonna be a long night” I told myself.

Then came December. A few days before Christmas, we decided to roam around the city just to ease the mind off work. It has been 8 months now from the time we had met. Cold wind brushed my face as I mesmerized on the lights that lay on the walks. He was driving. I was the passenger.

“I have to tell you” He said breaking the silence.

I just stared, waiting for him to continue.

“On the day we met. I wasn’t really there for the job. I lied when I told you I had the same schedule. I was accompanying a friend. Then I saw you.”

I shivered. I know it’s not the chill outside. It was the butterfly on my stomach.

“I felt something good about you. Something I never knew until last night.” He continued. “I loved you the first time I saw you.”

 I was flabbergasted. For a long moment I froze. Then he reached for my hand and everything was settled. Our souls have spoken. It was love all along.

We reached my place at around 9PM. For the first time in a long time we were speechless. No topics to talk about. Just silence. I jiggled my keys as he walked me to the door of my apartment just to break the silence. His words played back on my mind, I loved you the first time I saw you.

That was the time I should have I asked myself if I’m dreaming or not. Well I shouldn’t care. Dreaming or awake it felt good so I wouldn’t care.

I opened the door and got in. Just before I turned to him to say goodbye, I felt his arms clung to my waist. My body squirmed as his warm breath brushed through my right ear. With my bare back pressing on his chest, I reached for his nape and pulled his face closer.  I could feel his hands; one unbuckling my belt and the other steadfastly wrapped around my waist.  His breath was musky and warm. His kisses trailed from my shoulder then planted on my neck. He has stubbles on his chin. Making his kisses bristly yet titillating.  My mind raveled a little more every time his breath met my skin.

Chest-to-chest he was then on top of me.  Our hearts close to each other. I’m in-love with this man. I was about to say it when he cupped my mouth with his hand and said, “No more conversation tonight, just this.” And then we kissed. Our first kiss.