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God…wha-where am I? Thom thought to himself, slowly opening his eyes. A bright light shone through the open window, gold embroidered sheer curtains fluttering in the soft breeze. As his vision adjusted to the brightness, he found himself in an unfamiliar bed. This was no rare event nowadays. After all, he had been drinking a lot more in the past few weeks, trying to fill some unexplainable emptiness inside of him. Yet he always woke up again too soon with that lingering and all-too-familiar feeling. Thom found himself tangled in cranberry-red sheets, a silk comforter kicked to the bottom edge of the bed. Didn’t sleep well, I suppose. What else is new…What time is it? Thom sat up, suddenenly (and also painfully) aware of a dull ache in his head. He winced, and looked around the spacious room. The walls were painted in a rich beige color, warm and inviting. Directly across from the large bed, two large double doors hung, almost reaching the ceiling, bright white with gold accents. Thom stumbled out of the huge bed, and staggered across the room in blue pinstriped boxers. Where’s the damn clock…he mumbled to himself as he grasped the heavy handle on the door. Turning the knob slowly, he pushed the door open, revealing another spacious room. Sofas, plasma screen TV, computer, kitchen…someone humming in the kitchen, but hidden behind the door of the open fridge. Thom continued walking until he reached the counter, sitting down on a barstool. “Um, hello?” Thom called out quietly to the stranger behind the door of the fridge. Upon hearing Thom, the stranger closed the door. As if in slow motion, sunlight streamed in through an open window and the stranger, silhouetted by the incoming light, turned around. His soft hair, as if spun of pure silk, shone. The figure stepped forward towards Thom. “You’re up, finally. Rough night?” Jonny asked, smiling. Thom, however, heard nothing. He was captivated by Jonny, the sunlight shining on his hair, his smooth skin, though pale, glowing with vitality. “Thom? You alright?” Jonny inquired, with a concerned tone. “Yeah…just fine.” Thom snapped out of his daydream, averting his eyes from Jonny’s. Jesus, what was that? Has he always looked like this? The light, his skin, I…Thom was once again lost in his own thoughts. “I’m just going to lie down, you know, sofa.” Thom staggered across the room and fell into the lusciously soft sofa. He still didn’t know what time it was. However, he didn’t care anymore. He suddenly had more important things to worry about. That moment he saw Jonny…for an instant that emptiness had disappeared. But what did it mean? Thom thought. I mean, I’m not like that…am I? He closed his eyes, sinking further into the layers of plush beneath him. If only I could melt away, sink into the sofa… Just as Thom was about to drift away, he felt something in his hand, and the sofa shifted. Opening his eyes, Thom saw that Jonny had sat down on the edge of the sofa, grasping onto Thom’s hand. “Hey, what’s bugging you?” Jonny looked concerned. “Nothing, really. Just hung over or something I guess.” Thom replied, though failing to mask his true feelings. As he looked into the eyes of his concerned friend, all he could think of was how beautiful he was. That silken hair, sharp facial features accompanied by such soft skin, his full lips, his fragile body frame. Jonny saw right through him. Without a word, he intertwined his fingers between Thom’s, squeezing ever so gently. For a moment the two just sat like that, staring at each other, unsure of what was to come. “Well…” Jonny spoke softly, “Everyone else is out for the day. They went on some tour, something. I stayed…to take care of you.” Thom’s heart began to beat faster, and he could feel warmth in his face. He was blushing. A breeze swept through the suite, rustling the light curtains. Somewhere chimes played a tune, directed by the breeze. Jonny leaned forward, an intense look radiating from his deep eyes. Thom couldn’t help but feel weak with such a powerful gaze upon him. There was no use in fighting back; in fact, he found he didn’t want to. All he wanted was to give in to Jonny, sink into the sofa in his arms. That emptiness, that horrible feeling was gone, replaced by something new, unexplainable...but amzing, and he didn’t want it to end. He squeezed Jonny’s hand tighter. Jonny, still leaning closer, lips lingering temptingly just above Thom’s, suddenly stopped. The two were eye to eye, lips so very close. Jonny whispered, his sweet breath tickling Thom’s slightly parted lips. “Thom, we’re alone.” ---------------------------------------------------- Thom’s breathing quickened. As he stared into Jonny’s eyes, the world around him disappeared. Nothing else mattered, for once he felt happy, complete, at peace. Yet a strange, playful fear lurked in the back of his mind. The tension between them was enormous, each waiting for the other to move, to speak, something, anything. For a while, Thom and Jonny just sat, eyes locked, hands locked, neither wanting to break the perfect silence. What now? Thom thought. This is killing me… “Jonny, I…” Thom started. “Hush,” Jonny interrupted. “You don’t need to say anything. You can’t explain it, but somehow it feels like everything you’ve ever wanted. There just aren’t any words.” Thom was taken aback. “But…How did you know? That’s exactly it.” “Thom…” Jonny drew even closer, speaking even more softly. He teased Thom, batting his eyelashes against Thom’s cheek, moving towards his ear. With a gentle nibble, he continued. “Thom…that’s how I felt the first time I met you.” Jonny, still sitting on the very edge of the sofa, stood up slowly. But never did he break his gaze with Thom. Cautiously, as if Thom were the most fragile thing on earth, he placed his legs over the pinstriped boxers Thom wore, one on each side. His hands, by Thom’s shoulders, held him up so his face was directly above Thom’s. His long, dark hair hung down and tickled the sides of Thom’s face. Without warning, yet still with the utmost caution, Thom raised his lips to Jonny’s. He softly kissed the dark haired boy, eyes closed, hands stroking his lightly stubbled face. Thom broke the kiss off, laying back down on the luscious sofa with a heavy sigh. Finally he opened his eyes again, looking back up at Jonny. “Hey, hey, are you crying?” Thom inquired, worried. Oh no, this isn’t what he wanted, I’ve ruined everything… “No, Thom.” Jonny replied, smiling, “I’ve just waited for this moment…for so long.” Jonny lowered himself onto Thom, kissing his face frantically. Both hearts beat faster, almost in tune with each other. In a mess of sticky lips and tangled tongues, hands madly caressing the other’s body, they sank into the sofa together. Thom began to rock his hips in rhythm with the frantic kissing, incredibly aroused by the smell of Jonny. Jonny pulled back, pausing for a moment to look into Thom’s face. For once he looks happy…I hate seeing him so unhappy. All I’ve wanted is to make you happy… Jonny sat up, slowly moving his hands down along Thom’s bare chest and down to the elastic band of the blue pinstriped boxers. “Thom…can I…?” Jonny asked, words in between heavy breaths. Thom didn’t even need to answer. His eyes said yes more eloquently than his words ever could. ---------------------------------------------------- Seeing the desire in Thom’s eyes, Jonny slowly slid his long fingers under the elastic of Thom’s boxers, tugging them gently down so Thom was fully exposed. Starting at Thom’s belly button, Jonny traced a line downwards. He shivered as the calluses on Jonny’s fingers passed ever so lightly over his delicate skin. Jonny scooted lower on Thom’s legs, continuing to trace his fingers down Thom’s thighs. He slowly moved his hands inwards, then outwards again, making Thom wait in agony. His long fingers finally grasped Thom, who was lost in a tantalizing mix of agonizing desire and anxiety. Thom gasped at this contact and closed his eyes. His senses peaked, and he was aware of everything around him – Jonny’s deep, drawn out breathing, Thom’s own chest rising and falling as he breathed, the warmth of sunshine on his skin, the soft smell of Jonny lingering in the air, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face, along the edge of his earlobe, and finally dropping to the smooth sofa beneath him. Jonny continued to tease Thom, letting his sleek hair tickle Thom’s thighs, making him twitch in desire. Thom clenched the sofa, digging his nails in so as not to move, so as not to ruin this fragile moment of anticipation. Without warning, Jonny plunged his mouth over Thom, using his tongue to delicately flick the hot skin. Not able to contain himself any longer, Thom let out a passionate groan. Thom clenched his hands even harder into the sofa. Jonny began to move his head up and down, and Thom couldn’t help but admire his rhythm – both on and off stage. |