This chapter is shorter, I think. But it's not that I faced any obstacle. I've tried a little experimentation with the style, the mingling of thoughts has always fascinated me. I've put some flesh on James, and this piece is dedicated to him. (But he doesn't know, and never will.)
A story part 6
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=== [He walked up the stairs ever so slowly, wishing that the stairs didn't creak with his leg. He had rushed down here right after his hockey training, and had left his stick at the living room. He wanted to be in there as fast as possible, as long as Seth wasn't there, wasn't watching what he wanted to do. Oh, he wanted to do a lot of things with him, things he shuddered to think about, but found that it was only an illusion that he would had have to take with him all the way through life.
The first thing he did was to breathe in deeply the scent of Seth in the room. It was magnificent, and immediately aroused him. He went to his bed slowly, and allowed his head to be buried in Seth's pillow, breathing in, knowing that this was where he slept, where he spent his time sleeping, talking, studying, and maybe, even maybe, pleasuring himself. He shivered even more, and hugging the bolster, willing him to be Seth. Yet he stopped himself from masturbating. He loved Seth. More than anything.
He looked lovingly at the pictures that he took with Seth that was displayed proudly on his bedstand. He had supported him so well all through the times, though he had always wished against hope to be able to share his life with him, and his with him. A sad smile contorted the otherwise tear-streaked face, and as he looked around once more, walking to the treadmill, he whispered softly, as if no one wished to hear it,
'Why aren't you with me?'
That was how Seth found him, on the treadmill, pulling back the smiling, smug look, but knowing, deeply knowing that as long as he showed any sign of emotional breakdown, Seth would be right there waiting, caring, but only as a friend.
Yes, the pangs of friendship.]
I kept James company all the way to 9, when he decided to crash over in my house. I had no problems with that, I was too close to him to feel anything sexual, and he knew his limits. I told my mother about it, and she was alright with it. In fact, she was delighted, since she simply adored James to the core, always baking her macs and cheese whenever he turned up. She saw me and James as typical best male friends, and sometimes I had to laugh at the irony whenever she said that we acted as if we knew each other long ago.
I called Mike that night when James was in the shower. 'Hey babe.' 'Hey hon. What's up?' 'Do you really wanna know?' He lowered his voice to a guttural voice. 'Yeah. Tell me. I wanna know what's UP.' I laughed comfortably. 'The ceiling.' He simply laughed, and said, 'Right. And I was thinking of phone sex. Damn. So, what are you calling me for?' 'Why, can't I call you to tell you how much I love you?' 'Forget it Seth, you can't lie.' 'Damn. Naw, just called to ask you if you wanted to go to the park tomorrow, I need to do some calorie burning.' 'Didn't you do enough today already?' I blushed. 'Just stop the innuendo will ya?' 'Alright... I should be able to make it, see ya at around ten I guess?' 'That would be good-' James had suddenly yelled for a towel, and I shouted to him, and asked Mike to wait. When I came back to the phone, Mike asked, 'Who was that?' 'Oh James. He's staying over tonight.' There was silence on the phone. 'Hey. You there? You're not comfortable with this aren't you?' 'Well, yeah. But I trust you enough I guess. Just don't let him touch ya, will ya?' 'You should know me well enough don't you?' 'Yeah. Just don't get angry, but I can't help feeling jealous. Argh. I'm just a stupid wuss.' I chided him. 'No you aren't. It's perfectly alright. And I promise you that the faith is clear between me and you. No one comes close, babe. I love you.' 'I love you too. Oh well, better not keep you awake. Go and keep your friend company.' He had mustered up a happier voice, and I was glad that he tried. 'You take care of yourself too. I'll see ya tomorrow in the park. Love ya.'
James immediately jumped into my bed and plonked himself right on the left side. I simply sighed and eased myself onto the right of the bed. I was kinda tired, but he looked perfectly awake. 'Hey, I'm kinda tired, need to sleep. So, goodnight.' 'Goodnight Seth.' I left the light open and went to sleep.
Maybe it was the stare, maybe it was the light, but as I opened my eyes a few hours later, James wasn't asleep, and he was perched on his left shoulder, looking at me. It took me a while to orientate myself, but then I saw him. He simply smiled. 'Go back to sleep sleeping beauty.' And then he switched off the light and went to bed. I just shrugged and went back to sleep.
James and his weird habits.
[And he would look, look at the shape that the blanket molded around Seth. And then he would sigh, contentedly, but to himself, knowing that the god before him would never succumb to him. Every method of seduction was tried, but he would never get tempted by him. Sometimes he wondered if he was asexual, but he gave up trying. But he never gave up loving Seth. He had mused about this all the time.
'Maybe I'm an emotional masochist.'
He looked and examined Seth's features. His hair was one uncontrollable lump of substance, but was so easily shaped by the wind, or hands. Which was why whenever he rode on a bike or walked, he looked absolutely heavenly. Other times, he would simply look sloppy, and that turned him on even more. Seth carried himself off in such a haphazard way, but knew how to carry his weight around.
Smooth features. It was not defined around the edges, and right now his lips were slightly open, maybe even drooling. He looked at Seth like how an animal views his prey lovingly, and wanted to clean up the drool right from his face. He had a smooth complexion, and that extended all the way through.
He shuddered to think about the times when he pleasured himself, when the blueprint of the pleasure came from seeing Seth naked, in the jacuzzi. Immersing himself totally, the process etched. His defined abs, his broad chest and the toned arms. Seth was tanned too, so he looked good overall. He had to gulp and adjust his package when he thought of the lower torso. There was one word to describe it.
Perfect.
THe way he would slip himself in, letting the foam cling onto his body,(Oh let me be the one) moaning in relief(Oh let me be the one) and finally dozing off, not knowing that he drank in the sight.
Beauty.
There he was, so near to him. Seth near to him, feeling him breathe. His hair over his head caressing his forehead. His arms clutching the blanket, sleeping peacefully. Quietly, without making a sound, as if he meant to do it all the time, but always did silently, he whispered the three words.
But only the cells in his brain could hear him.]
I met Mike at the park the next morning after I sent James off for his hockey training. He was there earlier than I was, and was dressed in jogging gear. Honestly, I wasn't expecting that as the calorie burning way, since I was more or less prepared to work it all off via working out at the fitness park and then going on a hike at the reserve. But from the way he waved so enthusiastically to me, I couldn't bear to break his heart and decided to jog together with him.
There was a problem though. I never talked to anyone during jogging, and usually was plugged into my earplugs, listening to upbeat beats of bt or paul van dyk, since they increased my pace and metabolism. Mike understood this, and we started on the jog. We didn't designate where and when to stop, but we each promised each other to jog side by side, and together. But when one stopped first, the other could continue to jog. He jogged side by side and was hard to keep up, but once I got into the pace of it, I was kinda comfortable with it.
I think we had jogged for about 6 kilometres when Mike stopped and motioned for me to go on. Shrugging, I continued to jog all the way, and only until I did 10 kilometres did I slow down and look out for Mike. He caught up with me a few minutes later, and smiled. With gasping breaths, I greeted him. Since he had sufficient rest, he smirked and greeted me way to chipperly. I flipped him the finger, and he pulled me to him via the side and whispered, 'I know where that one should go.'
Physical revenge can be very sweet.
I decided to bring him to Peg's after we both washed up at the restroom. Peg greeted us this time rather surprisingly. 'What brings you here so early? And it's not even the weekend? And who is this young lad here?' I smiled and answered back, 'This is Mike, my friend and I just wanted to show him how wonderful your place was. Could we have the usual table?'
SHe nodded and led us there. Mike looked awed and looked around the decor. He seemed impressed, and Peg seemed to sense it too. She gave him the set lunch, and then looked back at me. 'So, is he the one you are abandoning James for?' I almost gagged. Mike's head shot up from the menu. 'Well, not exactly. He's a close friend, and no, James is just being a bitch.' Mike accepted this answer, and quickly ordered.
'A fish and chips for me.' 'And you, Seth, the usual?' 'Yeah.' 'Coming up. By the way, are you and James coming down here this Saturday? The live band's coming back down, and James loves it.' 'I'll see how it goes Peg. Thanks!' She left.
'What was all that about?' 'James and I frequent this place every weekend. So yeah, she kinda knows me personally.' His head bowed down and said a quiet ok. But it was not alright. I could feel it, but right in the public, I couldn't sit next to him to cradle him and say that it was alright and ok. Which is why I waited till we went back to his house. Where he remained cold and uptight.
'Sit down here babe.' I said to him once we were on his bed. 'We've got to do Math. There's no time.' I was pissed off. 'What the fuck is going on? Are you jealous? For god's sake, I love only you. Why can't you see that?' 'Yeah. That's what you always say? Why not try something new?' 'Fuck you! We've only been together for a few weeks and you're acting as if I've been cheating. Unless you,' I pointed a shivering finger at him, 'can sort things out. Forget it. I'll be out at the balcony.'
And for the first time in my life, I cried like a baby. For all the misunderstandings and misconceptions, for all the times when I thought that quarrels were that of an inane, stupider love. I cried. After a while, Mike joined me.
'I'm sorry hon. I never meant to hurt you. Don't do this to me...' 'C'here.' And I held him close, still crying, but knowing that in the end forgiveness was achieved via him knowing that I was only close to James on a platonic level, and me knowing that he was jealous still, but for me, he could keep it down to a minimum.