The Point of No Return
Not even a month ago, I wouldn't have thought twice about even touching another man in such a passionate way. Of course, I had done so occassionally, but only for a mere con. Much showering and convincing that I was still as straight as ever took place afterwards. But now, all of that has changed. Why?
That damn hick, and his gorgeous blue eyes.
A person's eyes tell a lot about them, or so I've learned over the years. It can decipher whether they're truly happy, or deeply worried. But those like myself, conmen, can mask these expressions. I'm sure that's not the main reason the southerner pined after me, and it sure wasn't the reason I craved him so much. No, it was just how open his eyes were about everything that ensnared me. I could tell when he was joyous, and when I needed to just hold him and kiss away the bad feelings. And he never said no.
I can explicitly remember the first time I saw him, because that was the first time I truly felt love. Of course, at the time, I didn't know it was love. But still, an attraction grew. I boldly (yet somehow still sneakily) hit on the young man, his vibrant blue eyes following me every step of the way, fully enveloped in everything I said. His angelic smile quickly warmed up to me, but of course, I'd never openly say it. Instead, I let the slightest touch between our two hands do the talking. He caught my implication, but avoided it, at first. He distracted me with his blue tribal tattoo, on his muscular arm. But the funny thing? The first time we had sex, I was in control the entire time, and every time after that.
After a night of just some mere flirting, we didn't speak again. I knew that was a mistake, and I deeply regretted it. I cursed the boy for allowing me to feel this way towards another guy. But when the infection hit and we were thrown back together, I was almost relieved. Yet I still remembered what the kid had done, and I didn't forgive him for turning me gay...
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"My name's Ellis, but you can call me El," The rest of his words dissolved as I watched his mouth move. I don't know why, but I just wanted to kiss him. Repeatedly. And fuck him in this elevator right now. But I couldn't, so I didn't. Goddamn apocalypse.
"The name's Nick. but don't bother learning it 'cause I ain't sticking around much longer." I said hastily after Ellis spoke.
I didn't know if he recognized me. I really hope he didn't. I didn't want to deal with his reaction, mainly because I didn't know what it would be.
"Hey Nick,"
"Mm?" I grunted in reply, staring at the red safe house door. I didn't want to look at the kid's face, in fear of getting lost in his blue eyes. Dammit, why was I being like this?
"W-were you the one guy at the bar tha' one night 'afore all a'this happened?" he asked quietly, a look of curiosity on his face.
I hesitated to answer his question. I knew that it was him that I was hitting on a few nights ago, even before he asked me that question. I tried to figure out what he was feeling by looking into his eyes.
"What happens if I say yes?" I asked carefully, not too sure that was my smartest move.
Ellis just moved closer, and suddenly I couldn't resist it any longer. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me, my lips crashing down on his. It wasn't in a violent way, simply just applying force to a deep kiss. Almost immediately, Ellis returned the kiss, trying to sit up some more so he could be comfortable. His hands had a firm grasp on my white jacket, his legs shifting from crossed to bent at the knee. I let go of his right shoulder, cupping his cheek instead.
Slowly, I pulled away as soon as I needed a breath (which luckily, took longer than a few seconds). I looked at his gorgeous face, feeling the urge to fuck him boil up inside me.
But then, when our eyes met, I realized something. I didn't want to fuck him, I wanted to make love to him.
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And that's how it was ever since. I was never just having sex with him for the hell of it, no matter how much I tried to convince myself I was. No, to this day, I can say I loved Ellis. I loved him with everything inside of me. He had once said something about soulmates under his breath, and now I wish he had spoken up, because I knew he was right.
I think about the kid, and all I can remember is the last time I held him and rocked with him and kissed him all over.
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His breathing became staggered, moans escaping from him everytime I moved at the right moment, hit the right spot. I couldn't help but stare at his face as I continued, feeling myself coming closer to the peak. I felt as if I was going to die from happiness as I held him on this shitty bed in this shitty town of New Orleans. We were facing each other, partially sitting up, something still relatively new to us. I had adapted rather quickly, whereas Ellis hadn't. It didn't bother me, since that just meant I had to help him along. And each time I did, I felt we were just that much perfect for one another.
I kissed his shoulder, running my hands up and down his back in a slow, methodic movement. As soon as I raised my head, Ellis pressed his forehead against mine, grasping my shoulders. I held him steady at the waist, my other hand cupping his cheek. One more thrust would do it, I thought to myself.
I kissed Ellis' forehead before the climax hit and his body weakened. I tried my best to hold him up, feeling the familiar shudders of pleasure rake through me.
"A-are we gonna make it, Nick?" Ellis whispered, his hands still on my shoulders, lightly tracing circles on my skin.
"What do you think, El?" I replied, looking him in the eyes before kissing him gently.
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AN: Second part, of three. Notice anything yet? Maybe? Maybe... Reviews on the last italic part would be appreciated, seeing as to it's my first "real" sex scene... But only if you want to leave a review, haha.