“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.”
Chuck Palahniuk
Just Right.
“M-Mitt!” Rick stuttered, “This is wrong… and we both have wives.” A soft blush spread across Rick’s face. Mitt’s hand gently caressed Rick’s cheek. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes.
“Rick, no one will know of our secret love.” Mitt and Rick shyly looked away from each other. Tears welled up in both of their eyes. Their hearts raced. Mitt wrapped his arms around Rick to pull him close. Rick’s arms were caught between their bodies in an attempt to tell Mitt that he wasn’t ready for his passionate embrace. Skillfully, Mitt directed Rick’s arms to his side. “Trust me.” Mitt said, bottom lip slightly quivering with the wild thoughts of what he was about to do next. His eyes searched the depths of Rick’s for an answer.
“For so many years I have repressed all these desires, attempted to erase that sin against God and here I am with you, doing what I promised God I would not. I am doing something that… I swore that I would never go back to.”
“Go back to?” Mitt asked, puzzled by Rick’s confession. He could tell that he was very hurt by his past. They both were in a way.
“W-when I was very young… my father caught me with the neighbor boy… we were just touching each other’s and- Well he unleashed his fury on me that day and I swore- I thought I… I could run from the feelings, the dark sin that lurked with in me. I thanked God every day and prayed he would help me through this…”
“Oh Rick!” Mitt hugged Rick tightly and Rick hugged back, relishing in the scent of the other male’s rich cologne. He pulled away from him a bit to look at him. “Rick, we all have fathers who prevent us from doing things we need to do.” Mitt gave a sideward smile before continueing. “But Rick? You know what? You are just the right height.”
With that, Mitt leaned in, Rick took a step back only to realize that his back was now against the wall of Mitt’s hotel suite. Mitt’s lips touched Rick’s softly at first but soon their tongues joined in a dance that seemed to engage their entire bodies. Everything just felt right.
Gods forgive me for posting this. But it needs to be done.
(via occasionallyundulyformal)
