Equals: Witch And Wolf

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Yet when I found him near the river in his boxers cleaning up the last drops of the bath he had just taken. I really didn't know where I was anymore.

However, as I had been right in thinking that he would perhaps act as if nothing had happened, the rest of the day had passed without much trouble. We got home around 6 p.m. and I was as exhausted as anything. I only thought of one thing: sleep.

As we parted in the hallway, he held my hand and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. Then he turned and left.

Trying so hard not to think about it, that was all I had done all week.

Wednesday evening Greg came by and as usual it put Alex in a very good mood. Finding myself alone with him at one point, I took the opportunity to ask him what kind of place Alex would like. It was my turn to organize the weekend and I had no idea what he might like.

“Take him to the amusement park.” » He answered me.

- at the amusement park?

- Yes.

Weren't we a little old for that?

- there's nothing original about it. Especially for an outing with friends. I replied to him

- he never went there.

- What?

I couldn't have been more surprised. Who has never been to an amusement park? Alex spent his childhood on which planet?

Greg leaned back in his usual relaxed manner against the sink before continuing while occasionally raising his cup of coffee to his lips.

- Alex was very ill when he was little. He was mainly asthmatic but his attacks were very violent and frequent. It was therefore necessary to protect him from useless emotions like those caused by certain attractions. Since he couldn't do what he wanted there, he preferred not to go. But don't worry, he hasn't had a seizure for several years.

- enough to do what he wants?

Alex had asthma?

- nine or ten years at least.

- he didn't lack time to go there. I noticed

- Oh, you're right. But you asked me a question and I answered you.

I think for a second before adding

- it doesn't cover the whole weekend. What will we do on Sunday?

Greg smiles

- on Sunday he won't be in the mood to laugh.

I did not understand why. He must have read my mind because he continued

- there are some things you need to know about Alex,

-…

- the first is that he always gets depressed after a moment of pure happiness

It immediately made me think of the evening of his birthday...

As he didn't continue I ended up asking him

- the rest?

- the rest will come later.

Alex arrived just then, interrupting our conversation.

I wondered the rest of the week if it was worth it to please him only to see him depressed afterwards. Also, why had he never set foot in the amusement park if it hadn't been a problem for him for 10 years? In any case, the face he made on Saturday morning at the entrance to the park didn't tell me much.

-…is that your surprise?…he asked me.

- Yes… ?

He turned his head towards me as if to make sure I was serious. s**t. Wasn't Greg the one on this earth who was supposed to know this young man best?

- haven't you spoken with Greg lately?

- yes… I admitted

- the bastard… he muttered between his teeth

- there is a problem? I asked him

Apparently he didn't really like the surprise.

- he was the one who was supposed to take me.

- ah…

The bastard really! Why is he giving me his date?

- but hey, with you, it's not any worse. Here we go?

We tried all the attractions that day. Absolutely all of them, and as the hours passed, I had to admit that Greg had been right. It was wonderful to see Alex get excited like a flea, start the rollercoaster 6 times and come out of the haunted house indifferent. I was happy to see that he had completely forgotten that it was Greg he should have spent this time with. He was having the time of his life. An arm around my shoulder he made me run from left to right. He won tons of gadgets which he distributed here and there to girls who made eyes at him. It was true that he looked magnificent in his black jeans, his white sweater and his leather jacket of the same color as the jeans. Some asked him outright for his number. But it was the remarks about her beautiful emerald eyes that pissed me off the most. Not that it was only for him but it was enough for them to meet my gaze, for these idiots, to understand that I was not interested.

At the end of the afternoon, there was only one attraction that we hadn't tried: the tunnel of love.

- I so dreamed of getting into this girl thing when I was in middle school. he said

- and now?

- I think I'll go there to satisfy my curiosity.

- ok… I'll wait for you there.

- Why?

- maybe you want me to accompany you there hand in hand? That way, all that's left to do is let people's imaginations run wild!

He then slowly turned towards me and approached to the point of forcing me to take a step back.

- you didn't say the same thing last Saturday, the straight guy. Is it the crowd that scares you? If you refuse to accompany me in this I will kiss you right now and right here. Afterwards, they will really have something to feed their imaginations.

He then stepped back and walked towards the ticket window before stopping a few steps away to check whether I was following him or not. When that wasn't the case because the threat took a while to reach my brain, he turned around and I knew he would actually take action. So, compelled, I moved forward.

Arriving at his level he whispered in my ear:

" Don't worry. This is not when I plan to kiss you”

Me, I was trying to block my brain just enough to not think about what everyone watching us go in there was thinking.

The ordeal ended when we were at the other end of the tunnel. At least he kept his word and didn't touch me. We went back to do two rides on the roller coaster and I ended up in the toilet on a false alarm. I was washing my hands when on the other side he asked me.

- SO?

- false alarm.

I then heard the door open and close. I wanted to turn around to see what he wanted when I felt him press against my back and his arms wrap around my waist. Immediately I felt the same warmth as last time when he kissed me.

What was he looking for in the end? I almost shouted:

- what are you doing?!

- me?... nothing... he replied in an innocent tone while placing his lips under my neck.

It was a delicious feeling...

He brought his hands up and slipped them into my hair which he stroked for a moment before tilting my head to the side to have better access to my neck which he was peppering with kisses. One of his hands ended up abandoning my hair to slide gently downwards, caressing in the process my arm which was clinging to the sink to support the flow of sensations which coursed through my body.

When I felt his hand slip under my shirt, I immediately tensed up and realized that I was in the bathroom and that anyone could walk in at any time! And then what did I do? I couldn't want that! Why did I let him do it every time without being able to resist? Why did I always give in to this kid's whims?

One of these fingers at the same time slipped into my navel and caressed it. This almost made me moan, which I barely held back and pulled myself free suddenly.

- Stop that!

He was about to say something to me when the door opened and a young man entered. I took the opportunity to go out and he followed me.

When he caught up with me he said

- okay, shall we go back now?

- why are you in a hurry all of a sudden?

My tone was quite aggressive because I hadn't finished digesting all the sensations that were still wandering around inside me.

- I have things to do… he answers me evasively and with an expressionless face.

- let's go home then!

In the car we both remained silent but the questions kept coming up in my head.

Where was he going with this? So the kiss on the mountain wasn't just a passing affair? Did he intend to continue? Was he looking to sleep with me? I, I wasn't gay!

Arriving at my destination, as I was about to go home to calmly think about all this, he asked me:

- don't you want to come and have a drink? Just to end the day on a more… “Happy” note? uh… happy, I mean.

I understood the joke but didn't find it funny. Yet it was true that I didn't want it to end like that. So I followed him home.

Handing me a can of beer (he only ever had this beverage in his fridge) he asked me

- Can I know why you're so angry?

- I'm-not, pissed!

- yes, it shows.

He sat next to me on the couch. Too close I found. Then he took a few sips and asked me

- do you know why I wanted to go home?

- you had things to do. I replied without thinking

- yes… like making you a little more pissed off without anyone coming to bother us…

He finished his sentence by putting his can on the table and getting up. When he was in front of me, I knew I wanted him to do it again, to slip his fingers through my hair, to kiss me. At the same time, it was not possible for me to think that. Not me. Not Kyle Morgan…

- what are you playing at? Alex… I asked him

He took a place on my lap. He knew I wouldn't resist. He put one of his hands on one side of my head and with his thumb he caressed my lips

“It’s just a game Kyle, let it go…”

He then slowly approached his head.

I wanted him to kiss me again...

“…A game, just between us, to pass the time…”

He stuck out his tongue and used it to trace the outline of my lips.

“…I promise you’ll like…”

As he spoke, he gently took a lip between his and sucked it then gently bit it. These gestures were imprecise and furtive. It was pleasantly frustrating.

When he still tried to part my lips with his downy, wet tongue, I thought he was finally going to kiss me...

“…And don’t worry…”

…but he simply slipped a tip of his tongue into my mouth to tease mine. I couldn't take it anymore, I really wanted a real kiss. I took mine out to wrap it around his but he escaped to come back and give me little licks on the lips.

“…I won’t ask you to sleep with me. »

At that moment, at the height of frustration, I grabbed his head with both hands and seized his lips for a feverish and completely intoxicating kiss.

I had just given my consent for this rather special game, the rules of which I was still unaware of…

…

I spent the next few hours discovering a new world. I couldn't lie to myself anymore, I loved it. With every gesture I wanted it to go further. It had nothing to do with how I felt when I was with a girl. I thought at the time it was a thousand times better.

When he released the buttons of my shirt one by one and his fingers began to run over my skin, I couldn't hold back my sighs any longer. And when his tongue slid gently from my lips to my neck then from my neck to my chest and when it slowly wrapped around my n****e, my body tensed towards him on its own and I moaned without being able to hold back. I felt him smile under his kisses but frankly at this point I really didn't care about anything, as long as these electrodes going through my body didn't stop. My fingers were still in his hair, which was so soft. Caressing them, rolling them around.

I soon felt the need to touch him too, to caress him. I wasn't used to being so passive. But when my fingers slowly moved down his back and began to trace furrows there, he froze and then stopped them. Grabbing them with his own hands, he brought them behind my back and while resuming his kisses he blew me

“Don’t move at all… just let yourself be…”

I obey him. I didn't want it to end.

That night, I slept in his bed, but we didn't go further than caresses. It was he who took me by the hand and led me to his room. For a second I felt my heart speed up and then I remembered what he had said. He always kept his word. We continued for a while then he gradually slipped into sleep.

Plunged into the darkness and silence of the room, everything I had done replayed in my mind; my breath became regular next to me as I remembered my sighs, my muffled moans. How could I have enjoyed all this...? What was I becoming?

At that precise moment, I felt him pressed against me. He slipped under my arms and nestled his head against my chest where he rubbed his nose for a moment, like a kitten that had just found a comfortable place. I heard him sigh contently and whisper to me

“I had a wonderful day. » And he fell asleep again, right next to me.

I smile. I no longer asked myself any questions. I was there like that and that was all that mattered. I held him a little tighter against me and let myself drift off to sleep.

I didn't remember Greg's warning until fairly early the next morning when I woke up and felt the place next to me completely empty. It was barely seven o'clock. What was he doing up so early on a Sunday?

I got up and went looking for him in the hallway, I heard strange noises coming from the bathroom, the door of which was left open and the light filtering through.

A noise like... I rushed there. I found him squatting over the basin emptying his stomach. What was wrong with him? When nothing more came out, without realizing my presence he reached out his hand and groped for a towel which he pulled out to dry himself. He then turned around and slid against the wall, throwing the towel away, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy. I saw furrows running from his eyes to below his chin.

He had cried again. For what?

As I was about to take a step towards him, his eyes opened at the same time and widened a little when he saw me. His eyebrows dipped downward and he opened his mouth as if to speak but a new urge seized him and he rushed towards the bowl again. I did not understand. He looked so good the day before! I rushed towards him but he yelled at me

“Don’t come near me!” »

This sentence, pronounced so harshly, plunged me a little more into confusion.

“Don’t come near me,” he repeated, “don’t come near me. Go away… get out of here… get out of here please…”

I took a few steps back, my eyes still on him, then I turned and walked out.

What did he have? Was he sick? Was that just the way to get depressed?

I waited for him at the end of the hallway until he finally came out after about ten minutes. Our eyes met but he ignored me and headed towards his room where he took out a t-shirt over his jeans from the day before. Then he walked past me in a hurry, still without looking at me, and almost threw himself on the phone. He quickly dialed a number and waited, tapping nervously with his free hand on the arm of the couch near which the device was located. After a moment I saw his eyebrows furrow even more and his eyes water a little more. In rage he sent the combine to do training on the carpet and patted his pockets where he did not find what he was looking for. He then attacked the couch and threw away everything that had been left there as clothing the day before. He finally found his cell phone and dialed another number. Obviously the person he was trying to contact, and whose identity I guessed only too well, was not available. I soon saw the cell phone gliding before crashing on the ground. He then let himself fall on the carpet against the couch and hid his face in his hands. His shoulders began to shake.

It was as if I wasn't there, in the room. He totally ignored me. I had the impression that he was angry with me for something but I didn't really know what, especially after the evening we had spent the day before. He needed someone, I saw it, I knew it. I was just wondering why this person had to be called Greg.

Finally, I approached very slowly and called him.

“Alex…”

In response, he bent his knees, wrapped his arms around them and hid his face there.

"Alex…what's wrong?" »

I slowly put my hand forward but it was barely placed on his head when he quickly pushed it away. He looked up at me with a face bathed in tears but hard and repeated, screaming:

- DO NOT TOUCH ME! I said, DON’T-TOUCH-ME!

I didn't want to leave him like that

- Alex, you need to calm down…

- but damn, leave me alone! I don't want to see you anymore, don't you understand?

I couldn't leave him like that... I couldn't...

This time I placed my hand on his. He wanted to push her away again but I grabbed her tightly, doing the same with the other. So he wanted to struggle but I was stronger than him. I forced him against my chest and said to him softly

- I know I'm not Greg and I can't do exactly like him. But let me replace it for a moment. Just this once. Please…

He then slowly stopped struggling and then I felt him soften in my arms. So I released him and he put his arms all around me to grab onto my back almost to the point of hurting me. Finally letting go, he cried his heart out while I gently stroked his brown hair. I felt such great despair in him that it almost overcame me too. Alex… what was your story? Why did I always feel this deep sadness in you, even when you laughed? Why did I have the impression that little by little you were dragging me like in a dream into this same bottomless pit where you lived?