Love Beyond Boundaries (man×man)

When he kissed my soul

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Elijah

My new apartment was as cold as it could be. I frowned, looking at my burnt food in the pot. Back in my teenage years, my mother was adamant on teaching me how to cook. According to her, every single person should at least know basic cooking to feed themselves in emergencies. And I have been very stubborn child, not following a single order or request. Cursing myself, I switched the stove off. Sighing in defeat, I called the nearest Diner and ordered some vegetable soup and garlic breads. I was never really a fan of meat from my start, and after being treated like a slave, I certainly don't wish to eat another being. 

The order arrived fifteen minutes late than their prior time. The food was good. After eating and washing the bowls, I slumped in the sofa couch, looking for online courses. I had always been interested in learning about machines. Lucia was kind enough to lend me her old laptop at a reasonable price. At my current financial status, I could've only afforded a house and a phone, which is a necessity now.

I slept a little after two, setting an alarm on my phone for eight thirty. I woke up with my phone blaring. I quickly took a bath before slipping in my uniform and essentials. Lucia was as usual, attending the phone calls, nodding at me in acknowledgement when I walked in. She passed me a list of bikes and jeeps I had to repair today and at what time.

"Elijah," She called out as I was changing the tires. I hummed, still working on the vehicle.

"Do you know him?" I rose my face to look into her dreadful eyes and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Him?"

"Yes. Him." I rolled my eyes, at her exaggeration on Vincent. But I continued feigning innocence.

"You need to be clear, Lucia."

"The Vincent Carson. The Italian Mob Bo—" she stopped abruptly, glancing around her surrounding, before speaking in hushed tone. "Mafia leader."

"Maybe." She looked at me, clutching the file closer to her chest.

"Maybe? You said you're not a criminal, Elijah!" I rolled my eyes, standing straight, towering her with my large frame.

"That's because, I am not."

"But you're associated with a Mafia leader." I sighed, looking at her with bored expression.

"Does his public personality define his character, Lucia?"

"No, but—"

"Has he harmed you or threatened any innocent in front of you?" She frowned, shaking her head and I nodded.

"Just because someone looks impassive or is in some business doesn't makes him bad, Lucia. Sometimes we own the sins that doesn't even belong to us. Suffering isn't Karma, Lucia. Many times we suffer with no sins. The least we can do is be good with them, right?"

She looked at me, her eyes brimming with tears and she smiled warmly at me. She rose her hand and pat my shoulder with an impressed look. I stared back at her with same intensity.

"You're really..... one of a kind, Elijah. Vincent Carson is lucky to have you in his life." I snorted, rolling my eyes. My stomach flipped but I didn't show it.

"He doesn't— we don't have any relationship, Lucia." She frowned, shaking her head.

"But the way he looks at you, Elijah, is the way I look at my husband." I rose my brows, leaning against the jeep.

"What look, My lady?" She narrowed her eyes at the sarcasm but the gentleness still prevailed.

"With affection. With care. With craving. With lov—"

"Okay, okay. Enough! Let me work." I also have a date with him tonight. I spoke mentally, my heart flipping at the thought.

"You're a weird child." I rolled my eyes, amusement swirling in my amber orbs.

"I'm twenty one, barely a child. You're just old."

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It wasn't hard for Vincent Carson to know my address. I wasn't really shocked when he rang my doorbell, standing with a box of muffins. I had just took a shower after returning from a tiring day and the doorbell rang and there was Vincent The intimidating Carson standing at my doorstep, dressed in a white t-shirt and a black joggers, along with white converses. His sandy hair were reigning his forehead, as usual. This was the most informal look of Vincent I had witnessed. His piercing silver eyes had a light, they shun brightly as our gaze met.

"Good evening, darling boy." He spoke, offering me the muffin box. I rolled my eyes at his endearment but took the muffin box with amused expression.

"Why, thank you, Vincent. I thought flower trend was not so out of fashion, or is it now?" He chuckled, shaking his head. His hearty chuckle erupted butterflies in my stomach and I bit my lips from keeping my dusky skin from reddening, which was hard.

"For someone, who is closer to my life, I won't gift him something lifeless, now can I?" He silenced me once again since our first meet. He had his ways with words and they flattered me fine. Seeing my silence he smiled wider, tilting his head, inching his face closer.

"Are you ready?" I looked at my blue shirt and black sweats before shrugging. Did looking good mattered to me? Yes. Would I put any efforts in it? No.

"You won't kidnap me, right?" I joked, though a part of me was dead serious. His smile fainted and a small-almost fake smirk plastered his face.

"I'm not planning to kidnap you. I'm not sure for that heart, though." He spoke, pointing my heart from distance and I smiled slyly at him.

"So cliche, Vincent. So cliche." He smiled, leaning from his hand as his face moved another inch closer.

"Love is cliche," I shuddered, taking a step back and turned to grab my phone and wallet. I avoided any eye contact as my heart pounded against my chest, roughly. "We'll be late, come on." He chuckled, nodding his head and threw his hands in a gentleman way, allowing me to go first. Such a charmer!

To my surprise, he wasn't in any car or bike. There stood two bicycles outside my apartment and I rose my eyebrows at him. My lips twitched at the basket in front of the bicycles and one had food bags in them. His cheeks started to change color and soon, his pale skin was hinting a faint pink and a smirk formed on my lips.

"A Mafia leader blushing? Now that's— new." He glared at me, his cheeking turning more red and he diverted his eyes, up at the sky. And my shoulders were trembling to keep my chuckle at bay. He was blushing! It's so fascinating when someone can blush and you can't. And Vincent had always fascinated me.

"Shut up," He scowled, his silver eyes flashing dangerously and I gulped. "You—you didn't wanted anything fancy. So—so, I thought this might be an amaz— middling— I mean, I thought it would be a middling idea."

My lips twitched and heart warmed at his concern and acknowledgement. A Mafia leader, riding a cycle for a normal man didn't sound so realistic. It's really exceptional to see him go out of his order for me. I stepped forward, trying to intertwine our fingers but stopped and gulped. I felt nervous. Elijah Wright, the egoistic and heartless jerk was feeling nervous. He rose a brow at my action and hesitance. I took a deep breath, swallowing the saliva before looking in his eyes. He always asks my permission, it's only legit if I ask him too. Consent is primary. 

"Can I?" His lips twitched and a teasing smile formed on his face as he bent his face a little to look in my eyes directly. The way his silver pools bored in mine, I froze. His silver orbs froze me, sending a wave of excitement and trepidation within me. The way he excited me is almost mystical but he gives me anxiety. His intimidation and icy orbs are enough to freeze my soul.

"You, my dearest boy, don't have to ask for permission to touch me." My skin heated up and I rolled my eyes, my heart hammering like never before.

I laced my fingers against his and his Adam's apple bobbed at my action. I tried to smile, genuinely, as much as my impassive face allowed me to. His hold on my hand tightened, not to hurt but to comfort. His grip on my hand was firm and he smiled gently, pushing a strand behind my ears, closing his eyes, as if he was savoring the moment.

"Thank you," I started, pressing my fingers against his, with my eyes trained on him, to let him know I meant each and every word. "You going out of your..... comfort is really heartwarming, Vincent. It's been a while, someone has shown any sign of— affection," My voice broke, the lump in my throat was massive and hard to flush down. But his hand tightened around me and almost immediately I smiled. "Thank you."

"Always." I nodded my head, pointing towards the bicycles.

"Shall we, now?" He grinned nodding. I placed the muffin box in the basket of my bicycle and hopped on the seat, smirking at Elijah. He smiled back and started to paddle his own vehicle.

I followed him though he was just a step ahead of me. He kept glancing back, ensuring my safety. My balance in the starting three minutes was trembling since it had been years I had cycled, but I synced with Vincent after my grip and balance on the bicycle became firm. He stopped after twenty minutes of riding at a small garden. It looked a private property and I almost feared trespassing but of course, knowing Vincent this place would have belonged to him.

I got down, eyeing the arrangement with awe. There were fairy lights wrapped around three trees that surrounded a sitting couch and a table. There were flowers surrounding everywhere in the garden. Roses, tulips, daisy, crocus, bluebells and many more, I never saw before. There were small speakers kept at a little distance from the sofa. I could smell the nature so freshly that it sent pleasure in my body.

"I see, my efforts aren't...... wasted." I looked up at him, my eyes widened.

"You did this?" He nodded, smiling widely at me and I gulped. "Everything?" He hummed, offering his hand and I slipped my free hand into his, since other one had muffin box.

"Everything, my dearest Elijah. Now come on." I nodded. He didn't pull a chair for me, knowing that I wouldn't like it. But he didn't sit until I sat down. My heart was burning with passion and euphoria. This felt too good to be real.

"You wanted flowers, right?" I bit my lips and his gaze softened as he gripped my fingertips and nodded his head at the garden. "Here, the scent and beauty would've withered in days if I would've plucked them. I wanted to give you something— more lively." I shook my head, my emotions overwhelming me and I chuckled, shoving him playfully.

"Let's eat before you really bring out tears out of my eyes." He chuckled, shaking his head and unwrapped the basket, revealing some sandwiches and fruits. There was a jar of juice, which looked like peach juice. People often disliked peach juice but I loved them. Back in my hometown, my Dad would make it for us, every Sunday. It was so comical that everything was of my choice.

"I got to know that you're not a fan of meats. So I made thes—" I laughed, grabbing the jar and poured us both some juice.

"Someone really did their homework, hm?" He narrowed his eyes before he laughed softly.

"I didn't wanted to ruin this date, so I thought of going through basics." I rolled my eyes, sipping the delicious juice.

"Really smooth, Vincent. I'm impressed."

We ate in silence and the music was playing softly, soothing me. One thing was sure that Vincent The Mafia Carson was a really good chef. We opened the box of muffin and bit on into the holy sweetness with a groan of pleasure. I could hire him any day as my Cook.

"You're a good Cook, Vincent. I'm thrilled." He laughed, wiping his mouth with the tissue paper.

"So, I hope this isn't as fancy or uncomfortable." My gaze softened as he looked at me with nervousness. It was so rare to see this man as nervous. His usual confident, intimidating and domineering stance crumbled and I wrapped my cold palm around his hot ones. Words didn't even had to exchange amid us and he relaxed, eyeing me with softness.

"You'll tell me if you'd feel uncomfortable, right?" I shook my head, grinning. We both stood up, eyeing each other.

"I'll kick you." He laughed, rolling his eyes.

"You'll kick a Mafia Boss?" He rose his eyes, dangerously. I took a small step towards him, courage blooming inside me.

"What will you do?" He sighed, shaking his head and gazed at me with an undefined emotion.

"You won't— I know you enough that you won't hurt me, intentionally." My breath hitched and my eyes widened and his silver burned passionately as he caged me against the table, his hands on either side of me. "Even if you hurt me, we'll get through it, together. If you'll ever want more from us." He added the last part softly with a small smile.

I'll always want more, Vincent.

"You intrigue me, Vincent." I spoke, tracing his arms and he laughed, shaking his head.

"And you fascinate me till no extent." I bit my lips, looking into his intense gaze.

"You're driving me crazy." He grinned, getting away from me and offered me his hand. I rose my brows and he rolled his eyes.

"Then let's dance till sanity." Such a charmer!

"I'm not a dancer." He grinned when I laced my fingers against his.

"Neither am I."

Just on the cue the song changed and he pulled in the middle of the garden. The light was dim here, darkening our features and damn, nothing felt more intimate than this. He guided my right hand on his shoulder while intertwined my left hand with his right one. He lowered his face until his lips brushed my ears, sending a wave of shiver down my body. We were both barefooted. My toes curled as he whispered in my ears. This felt too personal. Vincent felt too personal.

"I'll have to touch you for the dance," I rolled my eyes, looking in his silver pools that melted me every time he looked at me so intensely. It was magical, how I hadn't slumped down yet.

"By all means," I spoke, closing my eyes, feeling him against me. "Go ahead."

Oh, I want to know just how to love you

The jewel of California

Oh, I want to skip stones on your skin, boy

And drown me in your water 

We moved with the song, lyrics. We weren't really dancers. We made many mistakes but our imperfection rolled off from our body to our souls into perfection and nothing seemed more right. He twirled me, grabbing my waist. His fingers felt hot even through my shirt and he knew what impact his touches had on me. He was smiling, proud of his achievements.

And my boy like a queen

Unlike one you've ever seen

He knows how to love me better

A hit of dopamine, higher than I've ever been

He knows how to love me better 

"You are a King," He spoke, as my back was touching his hard chest and he fingers traced outlines through my arms shifting to press my hips a little, eliciting a gasp from me. He chuckled as his lips brushed against my ear.

"Can I touch your neck?"

"Hmm." He pressed my hips once again and I grunted out a 'yes', glaring at him.

'Cause you're safe like spring time

Short days, long nights, boy

Tell me all the ways to love you

'Cause you taste like Lucky Strikes

You drag, I light, boy

Tell me all the ways to love you

Tell me all the ways to love you

Tell me all the ways to love you

His fingers traced my neck, almost ardently and I was breathing heavily. He lifted me from the ground in a swift and looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I had almost wrapped my legs around his torso but controlled it. He pulled me down, slowly and placed both of his arms on either side of my waist.

"I'm not perfect, Elijah." I chuckled, taking the lead, dancing with him, making him follow me. He was surprisingly letting me take the turn and I twirled him around and looked up into his soft and scared eyes. He was telling me silently, through his actions, he's ready to let me lead.

"Neither am I."

Oh, I wanna tip toe through your bliss, boy

Get lost the more I find ya

Oh, don't wanna miss a second of this, boy

Hold tight and love me longer 

He tipped his face down, leaving only an inch or two amid us and his gaze suddenly went more intense and I gulped as his breathing became ragged. I was breathing hard too.

"You feel like a sun, Elijah," He was smiling. None of us were dancing anymore. Just standing and looking into each other's eyes, trying to find ourselves within each other. "You warm me from far and burn me from nigh." I laughed, hooking my arms around his neck, making me stand on my tip-toe.

"And you feel like an unknown emotions. You warm me, you make me happy, you make me scared. You make me want to explore so much more. You make me feel so much more."

And my boy like a queen

Unlike one you've ever seen

He knows how to love me better

A hit of dopamine, higher than I've ever been

He knows how to love me better 

He titled his head again, his silver eyes, shining under the moonlight. The shadow covering half of his face was was enchanting that it allured me till no extent. He closed his eyes, resting his chin on my head.

"I want to taste you." I chuckled nervously, excitement bubbling inside my gut.

"It's scary, how I want you too." He looked in my eyes for hesitance but found none. Only longing and he smiled.

"Close your eyes," He demanded slowly, and I obliged, closing my eyes. "Feel it, Elijah. This is what I feel for you." I took a shaky breath in and he rubbed circle on my temples, making me sigh in gratification.

His lips made their way on my forehead. My lips parted as his burning lips blazed my skin so fervently that I felt my soul ripping from my body and meeting his. His touch was so soothing that my heart, even though was hammering loudly but my body felt at peace. This is how he felt with me.

At peace. 

"Who said kisses on forehead are out of fashion?" I muttered, against his chest and he laughed lowly, kissing my hair and I took a much-needed breath.