Red and Black – Chapter 6
Hey people, I was going to upload this yesterday but it turned out to be way longer than I had expected and after my computer nearly deleted it I just decided to leave it.
Well, as you can see we have an extra-long chapter today; I think it's the longest that I've written so far too. I don't think I'll start another chapter tonight as I have to do school work tomorrow and do some web design for my mum's company. (She doesn't know that I know nothing about web design. We'll see how that goes.)
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Okay it's show time!
Suddenly, Gordon was thrust back into reality; and his conscience leaped into the front of his head as he tried to get a hold of himself and not look like a fool in front of a man that he hadn't seen for three years. He thought carefully about how he should approach Anderson, their last actual conversation had been sufficiently awkward itself and while Gordon was desperate to talk to him about it, even if it were only for tonight; he couldn't help but wonder if he should simply leave it alone. Just as he began to turn away from the crowd to reconsider his option he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"Tracy," Gordon felt himself nearly puke, he was being thrown in at the deep end, and while he loved swimming he didn't enjoy drowning in overwhelming emotions. Calm down, he said to himself, just act cool about everything and you can leave if it goes to shit.
"Hey, how are you?" The warming smile beamed in Gordon's presence, more than in its usual charming way for the cameras.
"Anderson," he began, with as much fake confidence as he could muster.
"I'm good, I wasn't expecting to see you with all these people." What the hell did you say that for? Gordon wanted to punch himself in the face, this was going nowhere fast.
"Well I was hoping to find you, it's a shame we didn't get to talk more the last time we met." Is he just being nice or is this for real? Gordon prayed for the latter, and for the first time that evening he started to relax, not that this made him any less nervous about acting like a fool or saying something stupid again.
"I agree," he started, he considered a direction of conversation; and a voice in the back of his head said Gordon, don't do it.
"So what have you been doing with yourself?" Oh my god. Gordon you idiot, this is exactly what you were trying to avoid saying.
"I'm a translator now, Japanese and Russian; what about you?" Gordon went to join him at one of the set tables, they seemed to have no particular order of person and certainly weren't set by team or nation.
"I was in the WASPs for a while, but now my dad's trying to get me to take over his company; it's quite boring actually." Gordon knew that this wasn't doing much to shift the talk,
"Yes, I heard about your hydrofoil crash; I remember it looking bloody awful." Gordon usually didn't like talking about the crash, the memories were painful and horrible; and the window of time when he was being told that he would never walk again was absolute agony, more than the physical injuries themselves. But, Gordon felt comfortable with Anderson saying it; it sounded so far off and casual.
"Well, bloody and awful certainly describes it pretty well." They both laughed, and as everyone around them took their seats for the dinner; they paid attention to nobody else except each other. They ate and talked together happily, oblivious to their surroundings; after a time they both found that they had switched to their first names, but neither noticed exactly when or even cared. They were like two sides of the same coin, finding no boundaries in their discussions and found that they were far more alike than what their medals might have suggested.
Together Tim and Gordon never fell over their words or had to cut corners, there were no awkward stops or dead ends; there was an endless circle between them.
At the end of the meal the general chatter in the large room continued, and the gazes that Tim and Gordon shared rarely left each other; Gordon wondered if this could all somehow lead their conversation to the subject of what happened on that fateful afternoon three years ago. By a stroke of luck, or so it seemed; Tim stood up,
"Care to join me for some air?" Gordon knew that this might be his last chance, in not never long there would be a press photograph and the event would be over; he would simply have to bring it up now, even if it was abrupt he couldn't avoid it.
They sat next to each other on the ledge of a bridge standing over the small stream that ran through the hotel's gardens. They were both silent for a few moments and allowed themselves to take in the fresh oxygen after spending four hours in room of recycled air, and unsurprisingly Tim was the first to break the silence.
"Look Gordon, I um, wanted to apologise about what I did at the games. Even now I'm not totally sure why I did it; but I, you see um, I just wanted to talk about it like adults." Did this glorious bastard just read my goddamn mind? Gordon thought, almost unable to think about where to begin in his reply,
"You don't have to apologise, and if we're going to be adults about it then I'd like to say that I enjoyed it." Oh my god, said the voice in Gordon's head, why the actual fuck did you say that? You have ruined everything you douchebag, of all the responses you could have chosen you picked THAT one! This was going to be a perfectly acceptable conversation and you just crashed it into a wall.
Tim spun his head around to look Gordon in the eye, causing Gordon's heart to basically start beating itself to death. He hoped and prayed that a magical trap door would just swallow him up right there and then, but nothing happened.
"But I do, it was wr... wait what?" Tim stood up in shock to completely face Gordon.
"You heard me," Gordon said, standing up and slowing pacing backwards down the bridge and towards a small willow tree at the end of it.
"I enjoyed it." Gordon stopped pacing when he reached the edge of the tree, clearly and proudly speaking his words as he knew that there was no way backing out of this now. Tim was still stopped in his tracks, completely taken aback by what he had just heard. He began to slowly pace forwards as he spoke.
"Wait," he began,
"Do you like me?" Fuck, Gordon thought, only God can save you now, Tracy. He took what he felt might be his final breath before running down the suicide trail sharply and without taking any consideration into his answer he said;
"Yes, the whole three I've wanted to call you or something and tell you; but it never seemed right, that's why I waited until now, when I knew that you would be here regardless of me." And there goes my last drop of sanity.
Tim had paced the whole as Gordon had spoken, but Gordon hadn't even felt himself walk backwards calmly, reaching the trunk of the tree as Tim became just a few inches away from him. Gordon was now beginning to feel the air leaving his lungs with no control or way to get it back, he felt himself begin to suffocate on his own foolishness.
"I mean, I um, didn't want it to be weird but now I've completely wrecked that and I didn't know what to do or say or how to really get in contact without looking like a creepy stalker and…" History began to repeat itself, once again Gordon felt himself being stopped with the heavenly kiss from Tim that he had wished for again and again; the three years that they had waited only made it more special. Gordon wanted to make it last, he internally panicked for a second; what the hell do I do with my hands?!
Gordon was determined to not let this kiss end so suddenly like the first one, he felt Tim's hands on his waist but dared not to open his eyes lest he ruined the moment. He cautiously put his arms over Tim's shoulders and tried to keep him close. His fingers brushed gently against his angelically soft black locks, as Gordon yielded to their kiss and let himself lean against the willow tree; taking in Tim's every passion for him.
But it was too good to last, something snapped inside of Tim; he slowly pulled away, taking his hands off of Gordon's waist. He gently lent his forehead against Gordon's, his eyes still closed; but Gordon's were now very wide open. Open enough to see the look of self-hate that Tim wore on his face, and his ears were certainly open enough to hear his forlorn sigh and for him to say;
"I'm so sorry. I need to stop doing this to you." He calmly slid out from under Gordon's arms, letting him.
"You deserve better." Do something you asshole, Gordon thought, you can't afford to let this go a second time.
Gordon felt his eyes begin to well up slightly, he watched as Tim walked away from him; looking down at the ground and heading back into the light of the hotel. He bit his lip and got a hold of himself, he almost started running until he was no less than three feet behind Tim; he stopped,
"You're wrong." He said, Tim stopped walking and perked his head up; but before he even had the chance to turn around Gordon ran in front of him, grabbed the lapels of his jacket and kissed him with only true passion. It was rough at first, but it was pure; the world around them seemed to explode with vibrancy that neither of them had experienced before.
They both let their barriers down, they were free to explore each other's mouths; Gordon slightly pulled away for a tiny second for air, and tiny second enough to see Tim's bite his lip. Gordon went back to kiss him again, as beautifully as before; Tim let out a small moan in their moment of lust, holding the back of Gordon's neck; never letting go. Their rapid heartbeats were synchronised, they could feel the adrenaline rush through each other; and for the first time since they had first kissed Gordon could truly appreciate how Tim tasted to him. Tim was nothing short of champagne and perfection, and when it was sadly time for it to end their hands met at each other's sides; and the silence of their sweet exhales was broken only by Gordon.
"I don't want better," he said;
"I want you."
I would just like to mention a couple of things that I particularly enjoyed writing about this chapter:
The kissing half of this chapter is actually based of my first ever kiss(es), the scenario wasn't totally different either provided you put me as Gordon and my ex-girlfriend as Tim.
For those of you who may not know, to 'run down the suicide trail' is something we say at my school (I don't know if it applies anywhere else) to refer to going into an exam having done zero preparation because it basically means that you're speeding up your own death.
I have a short chapter planned next, although knowing me it will probably end as anything but short; but hopefully it will get done either tomorrow or Friday. Or is tomorrow Friday? I can't remember the day the week dammit school holidays!
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