Don't Tell Aviv (4.)

Chapter 4 :

"Where the hell is your father?"
"He's been in conferences in and out of England"
"It's only been two weeks and half but it feels like a month."
"I know, I'm beginning to think he's having an affair with a british super model or something."
"HA HA HA"

Adham works with my father in his office. My father is an architect and designs for some European countries. I guess you could say I live very comfortable. My apartment is paid by him, school is paid, I really don't have to work, just study and live life with my trust fund. Adham is the same his father owns a successful business and has three chained restaurants but Adham gets bored easily. He keeps himself busy. He offered to work with my father as an assistant.

The sky was diving into night, and we still talk about life.

"Eli...You're weird."
"Shut up Abu."
"In a good way."
"How so?"
"If we never met and I walked up your alley in Florentin, would you ever have considered being friends with me?"
"Of course. I don't pass judgement on others just because you speak Hebrew as a second language."
"...Eli. Why do you want to be with me all the time?"
"Because...You're different. You're interesting. You're fun to be around with. You have character something that Ben and Chaim don't have."

Adham continues to look at the skyline as we lean on the bars. From the corner of my eye I see his side smile coming up again. He puts his arm around my shoulder. His long muscly arm can fit my whole wing span. It's everytime that he touches me like this, and I get these damn goosebumps. He leaves his arm there for five minutes. His hand moves up and down my neck and shoulders. I look away but my heart skips beats as to what sign to give him to ask what's going on? He places his hand through my hair. Playing with the locks that lye there and twisting a clan of hair with his fingers. I look at him in a puzzling way. He's always played with my hair, and touched me this way, but this time it was different. There was sensibility behind it. There was feeling. He pulled me into his arms and locked me in there.

"Dude you're amazing."

He rests his chin over my head my voice muffled from my mouth on his chest I explain,

"Fanksh. Myour amafing too."

I finally look up pulling my head up, and he looks straight down in my eyes. They pierce me like a harpoon. He stares at me like the way a hawk stares at his bait. I shivered a bit. The unthinkable happens. I think he's testing me...Or what if it's real? He puts his hand on my head and the other hand on my cheek. His hole hand covers my left side of my face. Now I'm trembling like a nervous mouse. He goes down to kiss my cheek. He kisses the other and finally another kiss on the cheek, but in that third one, I feel something firming in my pants. I noticed I was getting hard. This was the weirdest feeling I have ever had. I didn't want him to feel it. I try to control myself. He goes down again and opens his lips slowly. He puckers them on my shut lips and turns his head sideways to lure me in. I'm in shock and disbelief, but I'm high in his musty body fragerance, the closeness, and his embrace. All these factors falling in a scenario and I'm dumbfounded. He comes off and softly says,

"I've always felt this way about you..Elijah."
"...Adham..."
"Shhh...Don't say anything, I always knew you where curious about some things. I was curious too. But I find it crazier that people like me would be with people like you. That would be a bad romance as Lady Gaga would call it."
"...I...Uh...I don't know what to say."
"Don't say any more. Just open your lips and let me in."
"I did so. I didn't care about what I was told was bad. I just wanted to feel his warm lips against mine. I opened up and we wrestled with our tongues.