Baile
Baile’s hands travelled the length of Modise’s back. They glided down touching his soft, smooth skin. Modise’s muscles bunched and jumped at his touch. Baile leaned close, the need to taste him, feel him with more that his hands overwhelming him. Modise didn’t move, he stood there accepting his touch. Baile groaned as he tentatively came closer, placing an open mouth kiss to the middle of his back. Heat and Modise’s scent filled his nose and warmed his tongue. Baile moaned unable to stop himself. He trembled. His c**k became hard pushing against the material of his jeans.
“I’ve missed you.” He whispered feeling dazed.
“Please don’t start.” Modise said his voice strained. Baile blinked as though waking from a dream. He stared down to find himself hard and still sitting on the bed. Modise had pulled his briefs up and was staring at him with a look of sorrow in his eyes.
Baile looked away from him. Unable to handle seeing that much pain in Modise’s eyes. Hurt radiated through him, squishing the desire that had filled his body, turning him on as he’d fantasized about his step-brother.
He was causing that much pain in the man he loved, because he couldn’t return his feelings.
“Okay,” Baile said. The word said so much – he was done, it was over. He got up and walked to the door. He stopped there feeling like he was leaving a huge part of himself behind. “I’ll see you around then.”
He forced himself to walk away. He fled Modise’s room as quickly as his legs could carry him. All he could think about was that he needed to get to his car and drive home before he crumbled into a million pieces, because if he did crumble there was no one to pick him up.
Baile walked out of Modise’s house in a blur. He made it to his car and got in.
He sat there staring at the steering wheel, remembering earlier that evening when he’d leaned on it.
It seemed today was not his day.
Baile shook his head before the sad feelings he could feel boiling in his stomach spilt over and turned him into a crumbling mess.
He started his car and started the journey home. He had a long drive ahead of him, since he lived on the other side of Modise. His step-brother preferred the most expensive part of town where most of the high rollers lived. While he preferred to have nature around him. He lived outside of town on a large plot that used to be a farm. His house was a two storey all brick structure that was cosy and welcoming.
It was a shame he lived alone. The house was big enough to house a large family.
Baile hoped to get that one.
Well, he had to start by thinking more about the future and opening his eyes to see the life that was passing all around him, while he waited for a man who will never love him.
Abby had loved him and he pushed him away.
Baile’s fingers clenched around the steering wheel, regretting his decision.
But he and Abby were doomed from the start, he reasoned. Abby was his patient. He should have never taken their relationship to that level. It was clear he was taking advantage of Abby, because Abby relied on him to help him heal, not f**k him until they couldn’t walk.
No. He loved Abby too much to let that happen.
Yes, he loved him…Baile breathed in deep as the truth of his situation became so very clear to him.
He loved two men.
And he couldn’t have either of them.
“Just my luck,” Baile said to the empty car. He signalled his intention to make a left turn as he came to the gravel road that lead to his home. He drove down for a few minutes and the turned into his drive way. He came to a stop in front of his house.
He turned off the car, lazy to park it in the two door garage.
It will be fine out here, he thought as he leaned over the back to reach for the wine. He was glad be bought some for himself.
He definitely needed a few glasses before bed after a night like this. God, the whole night was a disaster.
Baile moaned…
He got out of the car, engaging the locks as he walked to the front door. He unlocked the door and walked in.
Silence greeted him.
“Well, hello to you too,” he said as he walked to the kitchen in search of a wine glass. He switched on the lights as he moved. In the kitchen he opened the cupboard he put his wine glasses in and reached for one, next he searched for the wine opener and popped the c**k out. The popping sound was so loud, making him cringe.
This was so different from his mother’s house. There was so much noise and love there he’d felt it today, only for all of it to be washed away from just spending ten minutes with Modise.
The man was so cold to him, Baile wasn’t sure why he loved him.
Maybe he truly enjoyed his self-inflicted torture.
Well…Baile shook his head as he poured himself a glass of wine. He gulped half of it, swallowed, stared up at the ceiling feeling it make its sweet journey to his stomach.
so good…he moaned as he brought the glass to his lips for another gulp. He groaned, placing the empty glass on the marble island with a resounding ping.
“Music…I need music” Baile said picking up his glass and wine bottle. He made his way through the open space that connected the foyer to the sitting area. He went straight for his stereo and switching it on. Adele’s voice came through the speakers belting out how she SET FIRE TO THE RAIN. Baile snapped his fingers, grooving to the beat. He poured himself more wine and dance with the wine glass in his hand.
“I feel you, sis,” he said as he sang along with the song.
When the song came to an end he sat on the couch feeling somewhat light headed and somewhat okay.
Wine can do that to you, Baile thought placing the glass on the coffee table. He felt for his phone remembering something.
Going through his contacts he pulled Sam’s phone number up. He bit his lip not sure if he was ready for this.
Maybe doing this while tipsy was not a good idea. His eyes went to the wine glass on the coffee table.
Come on, you had two glasses.
Fuck it, he thought as he started to type out a text.
Baile: Just realised I forgot to give you my digits *smiley face* Be sure to use them, so I can show you around *thumps up*
Baile pressed send before he could change his mind.