Two Years

- ‘You are a soldier.’ I said.

- ‘The name’s Nicholas, shorter Nick, but yes, you are right. I am soldier.’ And that’s how we met. I remember we talked a lot that night. He was 27 years old, just returned from one of his missions and this was his first evening home. He hadn’t gone home to change so he had come straight here because, as it turned out, he DID know the barman. Jonathan was his friend.

Next time we met was in park. I was on one of my jogs and as it turned out (dammit) he loved jogging too, except he failed to mention that the night we met. I was running my usual route when I heard steps behind me. I tried to ignore them and continued on my way but the steps behind me did not stop and just kept up perfectly in pace with mine. It got on my nerves and I whirled around, stopping about to shout my head off at my stalked when I found myself looking in Nick’s face.

- ‘Oh.’ Was all that came out of my mouth. I was taken aback. I really did not like being taken by surprise. He chuckled. Here he was, without breaking a sweat, therefore I was sweating so much I just wanted to run away but instead, I was standing there, gaping at him, like an idiot.

- ‘Hello there.’ He said, in his deep, but soft, voice.

- ‘Hi.’ I mumbled out. He chuckled again. I rolled my eyes. This had to stop.

- ‘How are you this fine, early morning?’ He asked.

- ‘Sweating bullets, as you can see. Oh, wait, that came out wrong. I am sorry.’ I quickly apologised for my stupid pun. He shook his head.

- ‘It’s okay. I liked it.’ A perfect lie. It had to be a lie. NO ONE liked such shallow puns, no one.

- ‘Right.’ I raised my eyebrow and we both burst out laughing. I, because I wanted to break my tension. He because of my expression, no doubt.

- ‘So, you like jogging, huh?’ He asked.

- ‘Well not to say I ‘like’ it yet but I am going towards it.’ I shrugged.

- ‘So you began recently.’ He concluded.

- ‘Exactly.’ I nodded.

- ‘No wonder you are sweating like pig.’ He laughed. I rolled my eyes. I was so not letting this to get to me. Rest of the way we jogged together.

Time passed. Month, I think. We hang out, talked about things, amid all classes, my part-time job to get me some income of my own. I had to pay for my college stuff, even though I had a scholarship. I didn’t complain. Still don’t. Even if..

We were at the bar again. There was this girl who sang but her voice was so horrible, people still applauded her politely but very quietly. I felt sorry for her. We were sitting at table.

- ‘She was horrible.’ He laughed.

- ‘Hey, don’t pick on her!’

- ‘But she was!’ I laughed. I couldn’t help. It was so easy to be happy around him. It was so easy to be absorbed by him, his smile, his eyes, his dimples his deodorant, his warmth so close. And it seemed, he had noticed that too.

Someone else was now singing but he suddenly stopped smiling. He turned serious. I scrutinised his face, trying to find what had changed so quickly for him that he dropped his smile dropped.

- ‘Roland?’ He began.

- ‘Hmm?’ I looked at him.

- ‘Roland, I...’ I couldn’t believe, but there he was, stuttering. Something was wrong. Or so I thought.

-‘ What’s wrong?’ I asked, tensing.

- ‘Roland, I can’t keep this up anymore. I know you think of me as a friend, maybe a best friend but, ever since I met you, ever since I noticed you knew that song and from that moment getting to know you I have slowly began develop feelings for you. I can’t just sit by and pretend anymore. I don’t want it to end between us but I really am falling in love with you. I don’t want to ask you-‘ He said but I stopped him.

- ‘Ask it.’ I blurted out.

- ‘What?’ He looked taken aback.

- ‘Ask it.’ I said.

- ‘But I thought you are straight!’ He said. I snorted and then, looking at his serious face again, I couldn’t help but laughed.

- ‘Really now? After all those times I blushed, whenever I found myself looking in your deep, warm, brown eyes, after all those conversations and your deep voice. You constantly being close to me, making my fingers to itch to wrap my arms around you – are you that oblivious?’ i asked, jokingly. For a moment, he seemed to be lost in thought. Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes.

- ‘Oh. Oh, I see now.’ He finally concluded. I chuckled. He looked at me seriously, again, as if searching for something. I blushed again and he smiled.

- ‘Roland will you... be my boyfriend?’ He asked. I looked in his eyes. He was serious, I could tell it. I could feel it!

- ‘Yes.’ I gave my answer, faint whisper but he heard it. Then, he leaned in, slowly and softly kissed me on my lips. Instantly, my eyes went shut, savouring his soft lips with my own lips, replying willingly with my own kiss. We didn’t stop, only when a loud throat-clearing sound came somewhere above us.

- ‘I hate to disturb you, lovebirds but, everyone’s staring.’ Jonathan chuckled. We looked around, appalled. How long had we been kissing?

Next day was not that happy though. As quickly as it had became happiness, it shifted around. To both of our horror, a letter, official letter from his commanding officer higher in rank came in his mailbox and while I sat on edge of his small apartment’s bed, he read it to me aloud – they were recalling him in service. And he had to leave immediately, tomorrow as the date was set for their team to depart. I gasped. I didn’t want him to go but I knew, he was bound by his duties, as I was bound by my goals to finish college. Even though, his oath-breaking might come with a price. Mine? Life of laziness...

We sat in silence. He re-read the letter, as if looking for a way to prolong his time with me but after re-reading the letter, he didn’t relax. He stiffened and that made it final; he had to go.

- ‘I was afraid this might happen.’ He whispered, blankly staring at the letter. I didn’t respond. Instead, to fight the truth of not seeing him for a long time, I leaned in to him and kissed him on the lips. He felt my crushing force but at first he didn’t respond. Then, as if to wake up from slumber, he began responding, with his own edginess. I heard him crumpling the accursed letter with his hand with force. It disturbed our happiness. And then, his arms found my body. He wrapped them around me like two snakes coiling around their prey. But it didn’t hurt. It felt good. I let it go. I let go of every binding hinge that kept me back that moment. I pushed the sadness back and gave in the hotness, the fire that crawled across my skin, building and building. It found my crotch and soon enough it was uncomfortable to be sitting in my jeans. I spread my legs to no avail. My 7 inches still begged to be free of strains the cloth put them to. He knew. He always knew. He could read my body, I don’t know how but nevertheless this was the first time we were having sex, he knew what my body craved, I knew that too – him. Every inch, every fibre, every muscle, fuck, every cell wanted him and I was not about to argue with it. Instead, I fumbled with my arms around his body.

I found the bottom of his shirt, finally, if I might add. I yanked it upwards, trying to get it off him. He unbuttoned his three buttons that held it firmly on his body and then, he was finally free of it and in front of me he was, bare-chested with his perfect, rip muscles from all that training. I moaned and he smiled. I liked what I saw and I wanted what I saw. I kept kissing him. I was not about to give up then, he pushed me back.

- ‘Are you sure you want this?’ He asked.

- ‘I am not about to let you off without sharing the ultimate bond we can if we are boyfriends.’ I growled.

- ‘That’s all I needed to hear.’ And there it was, his lips found my throat, eagerly kissing it, partially sucking it. I knew it is going to leave marks but I didn’t care. I moaned. He moaned with me, both of us lost in pleasure and ecstasy. He yanked off my shirt, taking less time than it had taken me to get off his and plus; he sent one of my buttons flying across the small room! Of course, I noticed that only in next morning.

He kissed my chest, pushing me back and down on his bed. I obliged, doing everything I could from biting my tongue off from the electric please his every kiss gave me, as a reaction. I liked it, every one of those electric shocks. There I was, completely at his possession. He unbuttoned my jeans and opened the zipper, letting a breeze touch my crotch. I heard him inhaling through nose the scent my crotch gave. I shuddered and he yanked my jeans and underwear off, revealing my full hard-on, cut, 7 inches of a cock. Eagerly, he wrapped his lips around it, sending me another frenzy of moans and sucking it. I can’t even describe how I felt. I was wild. I wanted to be wild, like some primal instinct was taking over, swallowing me. Oh, he swallowed me too, deep-throating my cock. And I moaned, wanting to tug on his hair, which was too short. Then, I found another sensation – a pressure on my rosebud. His finger was trying to find my hole and seconds later, he found. Oh he found and I groaned louder than ever, spreading my legs. He stopped sucking my cock and spat on his finger. Then, watching my face, he slipped his finger in my ass. Automatically, I squeezed on his finger.

- ‘Relax.‘ He whispered. I barely heard him. Why would I let go? I wanted to keep him in me but I also knew something else was awaiting me. I know because I suddenly found my palm pressing in something warm and moist with sweat. I knew it was his crotch because he moaned softly, while kept probing my ass with his wet finger. I grabbed on his cock and jerked it. I didn’t care. I just wanted him and his... 8 inches?! It took me by surprise but as I said, I just did not care. There I was, an animal, driven by desire. Soon, his finger left my ass and I knew he couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted to conquer what was meant to be his and so he did. Slowly, he pushed his lubed cock in my ass and hotness exploded on my body as another wave. I moaned...