Klein's True Passion
Klein stood in front of his only love, looking at the beautifully handsome man, standing before him. After his experiences in Aincrad, he'd only hoped to return to the sweet face of this quiet and beautiful being. He stood there, looking deep into his eyes, longing for his embrace…but not yet. The moment could not be spoiled by the radical forces of overly sexual desires. No…the tension must build, and then be released like a crushing wave.
"I've missed you, my beautiful lover…It seems like so long since I've been able to gaze upon your delicious face, and amazing eyes."
Klein's voice was low and sultry, he reached out to touch this man's skin, but he recoiled. No, it still wasn't time, not just yet. He continued on, the man staring back at him just stood there, emotionless…he was so good at playing hard to get, and mimicking Klein's unenthused demeanor…but in an instant, he could change and adapt to whatever Klein was feeling. It was amazing, one of a kind, and Klein loved it.
"Each day in Aincrad, was like an eternity without you…I longed so deeply to take you into my arms, and kiss you…you're the only man I find to be similar to myself. Honestly, when I look into your eyes, it's as if I'm staring back at a man who truly knows the inner workings of my heart and soul. My God…what man, but you, would wait so long for me to awaken from that horrible nightmare? Your heart must have been aching, like a dam, holding back the powerful force of rushing water."
Finally, Klein reached out his middle and pointer fingers, and gently rubbed the forehead of his lover. His skin was cold, almost too cold, but it reminded him of just how unique such a man could be. The tension was set, it was time to begin this passionate love affair. The man, the lover, staring back, said nothing, and merely returned the gesture, by rubbing Klein's forehead, almost identically. But Klein couldn't feel such an emotional gesture…perhaps he was a strictly physical man.
"I see you never shaved your chin… that's okay, I love it. It's so…rough."
Klein leaned forward, closing his eyes. His lips met with his lovers' in intense passion. But…they were cold too, almost like ice. He didn't care though, this moment was far too sweet to ruin. He'd waited so long for this moment. He moved back, bashfully, and batted his eyes.
"Take me you rough son of a bitch!"
A powerful knock came at the bathroom door. Klein immediately jumped in intense surprise. It was his mother, surely.
"Klein! Get your ass out of the bathroom, and stop being so full of yourself! You're going to be late for work!"
Klein's mother stormed away from the bathroom, cursing as her voice got less and less understandable. She'd never understand this kind of love. He averted his gaze, back forward.
"Until next time, my sweet."
Klein reached up, slowly, and moved his fingers, slowly down his lovers face. The gesture was returned instantly. Klein then left the bathroom. He had, of course, been talking to himself in the mirror, the entire time.
