I will note that this is a complete work of fantasy. This story is set in a completely fictional world. It is just a flight of my fancy. Please feel free to email me at moonlitrain@protonmail.com with feedback, comments and suggestions!
Chapter Two - Connection
My story started with my serendipitous meeting with Kenton, a dancer who had drawn me in with his intoxicating mixture of strength, elegance and sensuality. He was 18 and I wasn't sure if I ought to be trying to start anything with him, but after I drew his portrait he contrived to get my mobile number and call me. Eventually I'd agreed to meet him for coffee.
It's hardly like I hadn't been on dates in my life before, but there was an added layer of nervousness and anxiety as I sat in the coffee shop and waited for Kenton. It was a combination of his relative youth and the fact that he was one of the most beautiful human beings that I'd ever encountered had me on edge.
My stomach fluttered and my heart rushed as I saw him move sinuously into the space by the coffee shop door. I could see gazes following his smooth progress, male and female, young and old. Such graceful, poised beauty attracts attention from nearly everyone but he was here for me. It was a thought that simultaneously intimidated and thrilled me. His eyes caught mine and he waved in a distinctly adorable fashion.
Kenton flowed over to the table sat with pure poise. His delicate, luminous face caught a shaft of sunlight, casting him in a crimson halo. His verdant eyes sparkled with more light and his roseate lips broke into a surprisingly shy smile. "I was afraid that you might not come at all. I mean...I know it isn't exactly what you're used to."
I shook my head and gave him a gentle smile in return. "You were right, it can't hurt for us to meet and have a coffee. There's nothing at all wrong with talking and hanging out. Should we grab something to drink?"
He nodded his agreement and I followed him, admiring his lithe muscularity. Every one of his motions is a study in elegance and control. I felt uncoordinated and sloppy by comparison, even though I keep myself in good shape. After we'd ordered and sat down again, I met his eyes and forced myself to hold his gaze. "Thanks for convincing me to do this, Kenton. I have to say that I truly enjoyed our last chat and honestly hoped to keep talking."
There was pure radiance in his smile, filling me with a tingle of joy as his emerald eyes met mine once again. "I'm so glad that you said that. It's amazing to have a proper conversation with someone who doesn't want to just talk about the latest Taylor Swift single."
Our conversation roamed over dance, music, art and politics. I was stunned by the depth of intellect and subtlety in one as young as Kenton. I felt inspired and excited by his ability to range over so many varied subjects. As we were talking, I felt his muscled leg sliding against mine, feeling so warm and strong. I didn't pull away and I felt him press into me with those beautifully defined muscles. I began to slip my leg slowly up and down on his as we talked.
His foot slid up my calf, so controlled, as he gently nudged into me. I felt a thick heat rising between my legs as he did so, excited by the sudden intimacy of this contact. He'd slowly been shifting his chair closer to me as we talked, so he was pushing more of his body into me. It was supple and lithe, I could feel the musculature under the smooth skin and to my surprise, I didn't pull away.
Kenton's eyes met mine again and he gently nudged me with his shoulder. "You're way more relaxed than I expected. I guess you realize it wasn't such a big deal after all, Steven. I'm not some kid, not like you were anticipating."
A wry smile twisted my lips. "I was being rather foolish, wasn't I? I guess I built it up in my head when really it's not a big issue. You are wonderfully mature in your outlook and conversation, Kenton."
Now I felt his hand softly slip across my thigh, a fleeting ghost of a touch that caused heat to rise from my groin upwards as he winked. "You've got to learn to trust me. I think that you and I can build quite an intriguing friendship together."
I was momentarily tongue-tied after he'd said that. There was sexually charged intensity in his eyes as he had gazed into mine. It was an ardor that I didn't want to encourage too quickly, or at least a part of me didn't. The howling wolf of desire still gnawed at me, but I tried to leash it.
Eventually I regained my equilibrium and gave him a warm and encouraging glance. "I believe so too. I am not going to rush you or push you. For now, we can just build up the bond that is so clear between use and let it take us where it will."
Once again, he pressed his lean and lithe torso close to me and I felt his silken power. I have to admit that it was an intensely erotic sensation and it did not help the raging erection in my pants to settle down. Taking in deep breaths, I manage to calm myself again. There was a mischievous smile on his face. "I'm sorry! Am I causing some overheating?"
I turned several shades of red but managed to grin back at him. "In spite of my best efforts to resist, yes, you are having quite an effect on me indeed."
For a fleeting moment, I felt the velvet brush of his full lips across my ear as he leaned in to whisper. "Oh believe me, you are having the same effect on me."
The brief contact sent a thrill racing down my spine, causing a tingle in the erection that I was still most definitely sporting. He let his fingers trace over my hand under the table and then slipped them away. "I'm a terrible flirt and tease. I hope that I'm not overdoing it, Steven. I just feel like you're magnetic for me."
I caught his green gaze, so deep and intimate, before I replied softly. "I feel it too. I know there's no reason we can't be doing this. You're of age so we're not breaking any laws. I guess I just don't want to rush something good. I imagine you haven't had any super deep relationships with guys yet."
He nodded, a little ruefully. "Just the usual horny fooling around. I grew up fast, for reasons I'll tell you as we get to know each other more, so I rushed into stuff. I want more now, but I still get kinda frisky with guys I really like."
My smile was wry as I replied, "Yeah it does work like that. I'd be a liar if I said that I don't find you deeply attractive, but we better try to take it slowly. I've only really been in one long term relationship and you're just getting started with all that stuff. We'll just see where whatever this is will take us."
After a pause, he gave me a piercing glance. "I hate to say it, but you're right. Let's just let things go where they're going to go. I want to try and make a connection with you, Steven."
The conversation comfortably drifted back to other topics and without much fanfare, we'd spent nearly 3 hours in the coffeeshop. Kenton had a class and it was nearly time for us to part ways. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was just finishing off when the door opened and Kenton stalked in like some graceful, powerful big cat. Wordlessly he propelled me backward into one of the stalls and pressed into me. His soft, warm mouth was on mine and I opened to him without thinking.
Our mouths were locked in a moist, deeply exploratory kiss and I moaned into it. His tongue danced sensually with mine and then he broke the kiss and ran a hand down my chest. "Sorry about that Steven, but I wanted to leave you with a memory for next time. Text me later, okay?"
In one quick pivot, he turned and flowed out of the room, leaving me dumbfounded and my pants straining with the intensity of the hardness that they struggled to contain. I have to confess that the rest of my day was a blur after that. I felt as if I'd been hit by an especially weighty rock and my desire quotient was off the charts.
It took me an hour of laying in bed trying to talk myself down. I felt a pang of guilt at giving in so easily to his charms. I was terrified of rushing, worried that maybe he was still too young at 18 to have me pressuring him. This was a dilemma that I often faced, given my desire for guys younger than me. Eventually I took a deep breath and let go of all the worries. Zen Buddhism speaks of seeing "things as they are" and accepting them, so that was what I did.
I guess I'll leave you all here. Next time, there will be some rather... sensual developments and an interesting moment of indecision, so please stay tuned!
(Note - I started off calling my main character Christian, but Steven came to me so I guess that's his name now!)