Chapter 6 ""To get lost"
"Where's your car? ... so, I'll help you load him"
Tip said helping Reve to hold Hy as they approached the parking
"It's there ... over there" Reve replied pointing to the car
"Thank goodness it's not far ... off ... weighs like lead ... and then he told to that I have gained weight ... "
" Hold it for a moment while I open the car " Reve continued, not paying attention to what Tip said, throwing Hy's arm around the poor man's neck Tip, who almost fell down
"Ohi!!! Careful bro!!! ... I was about to fall "exclaimed Tip.
"Sorry ... come on, help me load him ..." Reve asserted taking Hy under his arm again, which at that point seemed to come back to itself for a few seconds, in fact, he opened his eyes that were immediately lost in the melancholy but very sweet blue eyes of Reve, and then returned immediately as in a dream in the oblivion of alcohol fumes.
"I recommend ... I entrust it to you ... bring it back to me safe and sound tomorrow"
"Don't worry! Go easy... See you tomorrow! " Reve answered before closing the car door.
The road from the parking to the house wasn't that long, but strangely that night the apartment where he lived seemed never to arrive.
It wasn't the first time that he had taken a drunk friend home, or even hosted him at his house, but this time he felt a strange sensation inside him, he could not explain which, it was simply strange, at the same time sweet and bitter ... he looked at Hy abandoned on the seat next to his ... his heart vibrated ... A violent beat that caused a dull sound, a vibration that, through the blood, ran in his veins spread throughout his body up to the tips of his fingers ...
"What was it!?"
Reve thought strangely agitated
"Why does my heart beat like this!"
Putting a hand to his heart and taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment ... just at that moment the heart started beating normally as if nothing had happened.
"...STRANGE...
...It can't be!!!
As soon as I looked away, it started beating regularly again ...
...it will be an impression ...
...Yeah... I must be really tired ... "
Reve mulled looking at the road
"Even though ... that heartbeat ... just when I looked at him ... maybe it doesn't hit ... but ... let's try if ... "
Hesitantly he looked again at Hy, who just at that moment opened his eyes ... their eyes met and for an instant time seemed to almost stop ... the flickering lights gave way to a rarefied, almost dreamlike atmosphere, the deafening traffic noise became almost imperceptible so much so that both could hear each other's breath ... The din of a horn brought Reve back to his senses and he regained control of the car, which was dangerously skidding in the opposite lane.
Reading Hy, Reve opened the door of the house, placed him on the sofa and made the bed he had left unmade in the morning. Once he finished fixing, he moved Hy onto the bed, took off his shoes, placing them at the foot of the bed, then began unbuttoning his shirt.
... button after button...
...which was easy...
... except his fingers started shaking oddly and his hands seemed to freeze...
"That feeling again ..."
Reve looked at his hands
"What's happening to me ... I barely know it ..."
Reve thought as his fingers, previously trembling, now moved lightly along Hy's chest, with an almost imperceptible movement, undoing the buttons of his shirt and stroking his tanned skin
"Wait...wait a moment! What am I doing!"
Reve broke away from Hy by jumping back
"Breathe Reve breathe ... recover what little self you have left against"
Taking deep breaths, he recovered an apparent state of tranquillity, then, with all the self-control he was capable of, he took off Hy's shirt and covered him.
He moved away from the bed heading towards the bathroom, undressed, took a blanket from the wardrobe and lay down on the sofa to sleep.
The uncomfortable sofa didn't help Reve's insomnia, sleep was in fact slow to arrive, so Reve took the headphones, and to pass the time he began to listen to some music ... music that made him sleepy
"Where am I?" Hy wondered, waking up with a start "This isn't my room"
Thought as he looked around
"No, it's definitely not my room ... it's not even Tip's room ... what the fuck! where am I?"
His gaze fell on the sofa and on Reve.
Reve abandoned on the sofa, far too small for him, in a deep sleep, right at that moment turned and slipped the blanket revealing his bare back.
Illuminated by the light of the moon that filtered through the roller shutter, Hy saw the tattoo on Reve's back: two majestic wings of fire, with long golden feathers with a sentence in the center
"What's written? It's certainly not Thai ... not even English ... what language is it written in ... what does it mean? "
A strange sensation took possession of Hy's mind, an attraction so irresistible that his legs moved as if a mysterious pied piper could manipulate them as he pleased without him being able to do anything
... closer and closer ...
... his lips began to quiver ...
Arrived at the sofa he stopped for a moment, unable to take his eyes off Reve ... slowly he raised his hand in mid-air and brought his index finger to his lower lip and then let it fall back, because the more he looked at him the more he felt a desire grow in him so powerful that his blood boiled in his veins...
He leaned over Reve and kissed him.
Reve narrowed his eyes to the sweet touch of Hy's lips, surrendered to that kiss as he had never done before, a kiss so intense, so sweet, so sensual ...
He saw Hy's eyes closed as he kissed him
... a smile came wide in his heart ...
He took his face in his hands
He straightened
... the lips intertwined and quivering were now out of control ...
The hands dipped in Hy's soft hair did no more than increase Reve's craving which pushed Hy against the back of the sofa with a transport never seen before.
The moonlight gave way to the sun, Hy woke up surrounded by a warm and golden light and a sweet, delicate but at the same time exciting scent
He raised his eyes and realized that he was in bed with Reve, embracing each other ...
...NAKED ...
For a moment he could not believe it and then immediately startled ... jump out of bed, get dressed in a hurry and leave the room ... without first taking a last look at Reve.
After a few moments Reve wakes up and looks around ... the bed ... he doesn't see Hy, but instead of saddened... he closes his eyes and falls asleep peacefully ...
The sound of his mobile wakes him up, while he speaks, he realizes that it got late, the sun was already high in the sky
"Uhm ... I don't believe it ... it's been a long time since I slept so well" he thought ...
---------------------------------------------------
"Why don't they leave me alone ..."
Thought Run while for the once again he tried to sow a group of fans
"I don't ask for the moon, but a quiet day, without anyone who nag me ... a day without running away to find a quiet corner where can I study in peace ... "
He mulled opening the door of Alen's caffee hiding behind the counter
"Let's hope they didn't see me ... "
Without realizing that he had entered
"Uff ... This time I had a nice escape ..."
Run mused as he got up, turning around found himself face to face with Alen. Their faces found themselves so close that they touched, their eyes were lost in each other, Alen smiled and Run was enchanted, he had never seen a smile so sweet, so bright
"I see they still haunt you! You must be really popular, I've never seen such a rage! "
His words reached Run's ears like an almost imperceptible dull sound, he seemed not to hear it; Run saw Alen's red lips only move, what he was saying didn't arouse his interest, in fact all his attention was concentrated on those sensual lips, on those bewitching eyes that looked at him so intensely that it was as if they could see the deepest and hidden part of his soul.
He wanted so much to say something, but he wasn't, for the first time in his life, able to reason, articulate words, form sentences of complete meaning all because of that face, those eyes, those lips.
Just at that moment Alen put a hand on Run's shoulder, he saw him rather depressed, shaken and somehow he wanted to cheer him up, give him some strength, some energy; he had the feeling that if he hadn't taken care of his soul, his heart, no one else could have done it, because no one else besides him could understand him, and this seemed rather strange to him.
Alen's touch was a cruel return to reality for Run, a violent electric shock that woke him from a beautiful dream
... a daydream ...
A dream he didn't want to wake up from ... a shiver of rage clouded his mind for a second
"What do you know about it! Mind your own business! You're a bartender aren't you!? Just do that!" saying roughly as he moved away
"So just bring me a cappuccino"
Turning his back on him and walking away towards the first free table he saw. With his heart in his throat, he sat down
"What's wrong with me!? He didn't say anything to be so bad about, so why did I answer him that way!? Why am I pissed off so much!? Why have I lost control of myself!? "
Run wondered when Alen placed a cup of steaming cappuccino in front of him
"Here's the cappuccino you ordered, sir. We hope you like it sir"
Without waiting for an answer, he turned and left.
Run was someone who inspired others, he was a confident boy, and for this he was much admired among the students.
He used to control everything in his life, because he was a very rational person, and also the lives of others, because he believed that he knew more than anyone what was best for him and for others.
The exit a few minutes earlier then threw him into a state of deep confusion, he had never indulged in anger like that, and he had certainly not missed opportunities, no one had ever touched him so deeply, no one ever he had been able to provoke such intense emotion in him that he could not control it...no one ... except Alen, and that's perhaps why he didn't look at him and above all didn't hint at an answer. He pretended to study, as if everything he had said or done was normal; unable even to pretend, so much was his upset that after a few minutes he closed the book, put it back in his backpack and left.
On the table he left, attached to the cup, a post-it
"SORRY, I DIDN'T WANT TO...SORRY!"