Prologue
Choose Your Fate
This was it.
It was finally time.
In a mere few minutes, this poor male was finally going to face the beginning of the end. He was standing in front of a door, coat pulled tight around him in the chilly winter, waiting for a greeting. He knocked just moments ago, hearing, 'Justa sec!', and a few quick, loud footsteps. The doorknob jiggled, startling the awaiting male outside, his face getting hot at the thought of future events. Events that would take place in only a few minutes.
As the door opened, the familiar face of the host both calmed and terrified him. His heart began to pound and his palms sweat. This face was one of the most familiar faces and yet, he could barely keep eye contact without his cheeks and ears setting on fire."C'mon in," his host spoke, holding out a hand and stepping aside, allowing the freezing male to enter the warmth of their home. Once the door was closed behind him, more thoughts raced through his mind.
'Am I doing the right thing?'
'Maybe I should call this off.'
'I should just go home. This is stupid!'
His thoughts were suddenly diminished when he was grabbed by his coat collar and slammed against the, now closed, front door. He was in a state of shock once he was against hard oak, but then terrified when a soft pair of lips pressed against his own. His eyes were wide, having not expected this to be the beginning of the end. Two hands roughly slithered to his shoulders, forcing the brown, leather jacket to fall from his body, causing him to have trouble dealing with this new affection.
Hands touched him and lips kissed his own. Everything felt so rushed and he didn't want it to end so soon. He watched the half-lidded eyes of his assailant, the pupils dilated with lust and need. He'd seen this in these eyes before. However, something about them comforted him, calming his thoughts on the event that the end would soon be near.
Another hand slipped down, now under his shirt, running across his abdomen and up to his pectoral muscles. He squeaked at the feeling of his nipple being brushed across. With so many new sensations at once he couldn't hold back his emotions. It was too much to quick and he could barely handle it without his mind forcing him into a state of shock and panic. He raised his hands and shoved his assailant back, preventing anymore touching and kissing.
He held the latter by their shoulders, both keeping steady eye contact. His heart hammered against his ribs, causing him to worry if he was having a heart attack. With his mind clouded with many new thoughts, he could barely form a sentence. His mouth was open to speak but words wouldn't emerge. He looked away thinking hard on what to say, but nothing ever came. This scenario had been running through his mind for days, weeks even, but actually being in the situation made things all the more difficult. What could he say or do to keep this needed event from failing? They locked eyes once more, although no words left the frightened males dry mouth.
"I thought this is what you wanted?" the latter spoke, their face calm and emotionless.
The male shook his head, begging to lose his fear. He wanted to reply but the words wouldn't come out. His mouth was dry and his brain beginning to thump hard into a headache. After a few calming breathes and the resistance to run out the door, he manged only a few, quick words. "I...I'm not sure w-what I want."
There was a loud sigh and a gentle caress of a hand atop one of his own. A thumb brushed across his knuckles, causing him to feel more mixed emotions. A smile appeared on the latter's face, eyes calm and loving. "If you want to wait, we can," the assailant spoke, assuring the male.
"No!" the male shouted, unsure of his own words and voice. He was surprised by his sudden outburst, trying to understand himself. He'd prayed for it so many times before and now that he was here, he could barely stand being there. He knew that he couldn't just back down, he had to go through with this. This was what he wanted. It felt right, yet it felt so wrong. After a few more mental shoves he made his decision. He cleared his throat, feeling his mouth become moist enough to speak properly. "Just slow down. I wanna take this slow."
The latter nodded and the male dropped his hands, having a hand forced into lacing with his own. The assailant approached slowly, raising their free hand to cup his cheek and lean in for a kiss. As their lips met again, this time more controlled and passionate, the male agreed with something in his mind.
This is the beginning of the end.
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Much love! ~ Francis J. Toran
