Midnight

Midnight

Through David's Eyes

Evening. The room is dark. I'm playing the piano. A song? A melody? It doesn't matter... I'm just playing.

I throw my head back. I inhale. I close my eyes. My fingers glide over the keys on their own. Familiar keys, familiar sounds... familiar silence. I don't hear the music filling the room... I don't hear it. Only the aching silence that has filled my mind and soul. Where is he? Where?

The clock strikes midnight, and he's not here. Why? He always came to me, so where is he today? Who is he with today? He, or maybe she, is lucky. Let that person rejoice in his affection and tenderness. For me, the important thing is that he is happy.

Where are

you, Timo?!

It hurts...

Through Timo's Eyes

I stand in the doorway and watch you. You are as always beautiful. You throw your head back, close your eyes. Your hair falls onto your shoulders. Beautiful... No, perfect... Your hands glide over the keys, giving birth to the most wonderful sounds. What is that? I haven't heard this before. Can people really do this? No, you are not a person. You are an angel in the flesh, a guy from the future... The clock strikes midnight. You frown but don't open your eyes. I like just standing and watching you.

A disobedient lock of hair tickles your neck. You frown again and toss your head, trying to get rid of the irritant, but it doesn't work. Then I quietly approach you and carefully, as if afraid of breaking a crystal vase, brush the lock away from your face. The melody breaks off. You sharply open your eyes and turn to me. You look and are silent, and I just smile.

 — You came back… — there's a smile on your lips, but sadness in your eyes.

 — Naturally. I couldn't leave you. Will you play some more? — I wink at you.

You turn back to the piano and start playing again. The tenderness is gone. Now you're playing something assertive. I close my eyes. Strange pictures begin to appear: a cliff and waves crashing against it. With each time, the waves grow stronger, but the cliff does not yield. Their eternal, age-old struggle, where there are no winners or losers. I shudder from these thoughts. I open my eyes.

You've thrown your head back again. Your lips are slightly parted. Labored breath escapes from them. Unable to restrain myself, I come closer to you and touch your lips. You passionately return the kiss. Our tongues intertwine, our hearts beat, trying to break free.

You keep playing. The final chords begin. They are even harsher, but at the same time they slowly fade, becoming quieter and quieter... Another kiss. Another chord. Another kiss. I wrap my arms around your neck. The last final chord and silence...

You sharply turn to me. You stand up. Quickly tear off my T-shirt, then yours. You sink your teeth into my lips, just like the first time... Our hearts beat in a frantic rhythm. Unbearably hot... our bodies burn with fire... I begin to cover your neck with kisses. I bite the tender skin behind your ear, suck on the pulsing vein on your neck... You moan... Your skin is not sweet, not salty... I can't describe its taste. It's the one and only, unique taste I've always remembered.

Without breaking the kiss, I pick you up and sit you on the closed lid of the piano. With hands trembling with desire, you stroke my back, wrap them around my neck, arching towards my lips.

Frantically, I unbutton your jeans. Pull them down along with your underwear and drop them on the floor. I caress your torso, your stomach. You arch your back again. I nod my head for you to lie on your back. You unquestioningly do so, still not removing your hands from my neck. You pull me to you and kiss me gently, looking trustingly into my eyes.

 — I won't hurt you, — I don't know why I'm saying this... Probably, it's necessary... And I already know your answer...

 — I know, — you whisper, letting out another moan.

With my lips, I take your cock. At first, I move slowly, gradually increasing the pace. With my tongue, I caress the head, spreading your own pre-cum over your shaft. You moan... no... you're already gasping... I look at your face. Your clouded eyes look at the ceiling. What do you see there, David?...

Through David's Eyes

With wide-open eyes, I look at the ceiling. Right now, it seems to me that instead of the ceiling, there's a starry sky. Billions of stars watch us, hiding our secret, carrying it away with them into infinity. Timo tightens his lips harder, a loud moan escapes his throat. With his free hand, he runs his fingers over my lips. I immediately take his fingers into my mouth with my lips. After a few minutes, he removes his hand from my mouth.

And the next moment I feel him begin to stretch me with one finger. Unpleasant at first, but then it passes. I move to meet him. With my hands, I stroke his hair and face. He adds a second finger. I cry out in surprise, he stops for a moment, but then continues moving them inside me again. Runs his tongue along the entire length of my cock. A shiver runs through my body in a wave. His movements are sharp and chaotic. Before my eyes, things begin to dance a waltz. One more moment—and I come in his mouth. My body goes limp and doesn't allow me to move. Right now, I feel like I can fly. I soar like a bird a thousand miles above the ground...

Timo's kisses tear me from my thoughts. He is gentle but insistent. No, I can't fly...

I pull him to me again and kiss him. My taste is still on his lips. I suck on his lip, then run my tongue over it. He rolls his eyes and then abruptly pulls away.

 — I can't stand it anymore...

He pulls his fingers out of me and with one sharp movement enters me. It hurts... a lot... I squeeze my eyes shut and clamp my mouth shut to keep from screaming, but a moan, more like a creak, still escapes me.

 — Sorry... I couldn't hold back... — he looks at me with an apologetic gaze. And I forgive him. How can I be angry with him? After all, he is my sun, illuminating my life's path.

After waiting a little for me to get used to the sensations, he begins to move, increasing the pace with each thrust. He needs release. I understand... I understand and endure. I will give him this. A thrust... another one... His moans become louder. With my legs, I wrap around his hips. "Thank you" — he says with his eyes alone, "you're welcome" — I answer. His body tenses. His fingers dig into my thighs. It hurts me, but I will do it. I will give him pleasure. One more sharp thrust and he cries out... I cry out... our moans intertwine and echo in the space... I'm sure he sees the same thing I do right now. In such moments, I believe I can fly, and if not, then he will teach me... My guiding star... We will take flight, and I will touch the sky... I believe...

A final hoarse moan escapes his throat and he falls down next to me, exhausted. Silence...

 — Too bad there's no music, — I say quietly.

 — There is... Can't you hear it?

The clock strikes midnight again. Our cooling bodies, uneven breathing, and music spilling through the room. Something sad... As if someone is calling, begging to be released... but his cry for help will never be heard by anyone... it will remain unanswered... forever.

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