Written by: Amar Patel
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Chapter V
EriK woke up to the smell of spices and the unique smell of bacon, he sniffed the air and realized that Murali had woken up early to make breakfast. He showered, brushed his teeth and donned a blue robe. Murali was in the kitchen fully dressed and slaving over the stove. There were several pancakes and the bacon was split into two bundles, Murali looked up and quickly blushed at the events of last night. Murali shut off the stove and set the plates and silverware, he pulled out a chair and invited Erik to sit. After Erik sat, Murlai sat on the other side facing Erik with a sheepish expression.
"Erik about last night. I.. I am sorry."
"Don't be, ya know I enjoyed it." Erik smiled in reassurance
"I did not expect that to come quickly." Murali responded
"Sorry, I understand. You made me happy last night ya know? Gettin a whoppin... I love ya from someone ,like you."
"I still love you but I want to go one step at a time." Murali felt ashamed as he said this
"Yeah, sorry Murali." Erik drank a swig of coffee
"Thank you." Murali looked down.
Erik's cell rang and he stood up to put away his plate, with a look at the caller he sighed "Hello?"
Murali watched as Erik talked to the person and stood to clean the table, Erik closed the phone and went in the room. He returned with a duffel bag and walked over to Murali.
" It was the station they need some guys , I will be home in time for ya." Erik leaned in to kiss Murali and Murali scooted back.
"I am sorry, I just need to get used to this. The festival starts at 7." Murali held Erik's face and kissed him on the lips. He pressed and nibbled slightly on the bottom lip.
Erik released and chuckled in shyness "Keep kissin me like that and I'll never get to work."
Murali laughed and gave Erik an embrace." See you later."
Erik opened the door and with a wink departed, Murali grabbed the house keys and decided to pay Arman and Alphonse a visit.
Arman had gone to the book store early that morning, he spent at least 60 dollars on French books alone, he was getting attached to Alphonse. Arman felt a sign of relief that Alphonse had left when he came home, he opened his lap top and inserted the cd. Within minutes he was speaking basic french, his accent came into french as well and he felt a tap on his shoulder. Arman jumped and saw Alphonse flashing a bright smile with some fresh baguettes. He was in his apron and his face was covered with flour, Murali followed through the open door. Alphonse removed the headset and listened he giggled and turned the lap top off.
"Eef you want to learn french you are going to have to do thees and I will help." Alphonse tapped the cds and books." Eets a good uh start but eet eez necessary for me to help too."
Arman felt flushed and he nodded. Murali sat and waited for Alphonse to leave the room " It happened."
"What happened?" Arman asked confused
"Me and Erik." Murali eyes were filled with excitement
" I am happy for you, now I am waiting for mine to happen." Arman looked in Alphonse's general direction.
"No Sex yet just, he accepted me." Murali clarified
"No? that is too bad, you need rati hahaha."
"Be quiet, I came here because Erik is at work."
"I know, I saw him earlier on my way home."
"Is Alphonse alright?" Murali asked in hindi.
"Good kid." Arman replied.
"Eet eez not fair that I cannot understand what eez you are speaking." Alphonse said coming back in the room, he was clean and he wore a plain white tee with pink shorts.
"Do not worry Alphonse it is not important." Murali replied
" Eez eet fine eef I watch the television?" Alphonse said plopping himself down on the couch.
"Go ahead." Arman said
Alphonse turned on the t.v and quickly flipped to the news. The news anchor was animated in talking about today's events. " Today the local hindu community will be celebrating the festival of colors known as Holi. The festivities are being set up as we speak. Come join the fun this evening at 7 . Now, we turn to a breaking report of a fire in a local business. Fire fighters have arrived on the scene along with the police department. We now turn to Christina Dulac for details."
Murali looked in curiosity and watched the report shift to a blonde woman in front of a charred building. "Thank you John, here in this local herb and indian tea shop a fire broke out and quickly ravaged the interior of the store. Police will not give details so far, but we know that the local fire department have extinguished the fire and are currently treating occupants."
Yellow tape was put up by the police and the newscasters from various stations stood merely three feet from it. Erik removed his helmet and saw a familliar face walking towards the fire engine. He was hardly the person Erik saw 5 years ago, he was about Erik's height and his short black hair was spiked in a stylish fashion, he had turned into quite a stud in Erik's opinion. He was the epitome of what a Spanish man was expected to be with his light olive skin and inviting milk chocolate eyes. His smile was still bright and his suit did him no justice and did nothing but assist in adding to the angel's pure charm. His dress shirt did not hide his well defined body and Erik felt a happiness envelop him.
Erik lifted his helmet in greeting "Is that David Bustamante walking towards me or my favorite cop?"
The man gave a bright smile and gave Erik an embrace." I have a gun you know?"
Erik laughed and made a gun with his fingers "You wouldn't shoot a fireman would ya? Especially a guy ya haven't seen in five years. Officer Salvador Bonaventura i Espriu. Whatcha doin here anyway"
"I am here because this fire was caused by arson."
"Arson? Kinda figured. Hah still rolling your r's ?" Erik ruffled Salvador's hair.
"Stop being such a culo (ass). I did not come all the way from Barcelona to hear your gilipolleces (bullshit)." Salvador punched Erik lightly.
"Cops do foreign exchange these days?" Erik grinned
"Something like that."
"Sounds like a movie to me, a 23 year old from Barcelona gave up his olympic dreams to become a cop."
Salvador laughed "I am just observing things, it is for a month but Santa Maria (saint mary) has guided me to you."
"At least ya finished college before ya decided to run at bullets, you are a real potty mouth. Where did the little, shy, catholic boy that I remember go? Man your mom would kill me if she heard what ya sayin now."
" You are a bad influence."
" Hey! well... guess I did have a hand in that." Erik scratched his head. Erik checked his watch and saw 6:34. "Hey listen , I am going somewhere do ya wanna come? I haven't seen ya in such a long time."
"Estoy aburrido (I am bored) so yes."
"Okay come on , I'm going home to change first." Erik waved at his friends to let him know he was leaving and he and Salvador hitched a ride with the Paramedics.
Erik and Salvador sat in the back facing each other, the ambulance shook slightly as it went along the road.
"Say Salvador ya still sing opera right and kick ass ?"
"If you mean Taekwon Do then yes often but ,I have not sang in awhile, why?"
" Just thinkin about how you used to sing is all and how you can kick my ass haha."
They eventually arrived at the station and they then switched to Erik's car, when they arrived at the house Salvador gazed around in curiosity and muttered prayers under his breath whenever he passed a religious statue. Erik went into the room and found a blue traditional indian sherwani with a darker dupatta. Erik closed the door and stripped, he put on the pants first and then the sherwani he buttoned it at the top and wrapped the scarf as Murali wrote in his hurried writing. Erik stepped out of the bathroom and saw Salvador sitting on the bed reading a book. Salvador looked up and gave a thumbs up when he saw Erik.
"Ready to go Salvador?"
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
Murali had waited for Erik but he was pressed for time, his bollywood dance group would be performing before the color fight. Arman had brought Alphonse and they were conversating a short distance away. The street was decorated lavishly, lanters covered with color shades cast down lights of various colors and the fountain at the center was filled with flower shaped candles that floated on the water's surface. Bright Green, and Scarlet tarps formed a canopy and lights flashed in different patterns. Women in elegant saris walked to and fro and men in sherwanis were chatting. Murali too had donned a midnight blue sherwani with a white dupatta. Vendors sold bags of colored powder and food was being served. Arman and Alphonse had migrated to the incense booth and Alphonse was sniffing the various scents. Murali saw Erik approaching and Murali then saw he was not alone, a handsome man with an angelic face was laughing at what Erik was saying and Murali felt a pull of jealousy. Erik approached and Murali was dumbstruck at how handsome Erik looked.
"Sorry I'm late." Erik scratched his head
"It is fine you are just in time." Murali smiled and saw the other man approach." Who's this?"
"Oh this is Salvador, he is visiting." Salvador smiled and reached out his hand but Murali ignored it.
"Come on , Erik we should look around. The show will start soon" Murali suggested.
"Yeah, looks fun come on Salvador."
Murali felt his jealousy rise with Salvador's every comment and Erik's responses, he was not one to be jealous but he could not contain it. Murali led them to the stage and told them to sit, Arman and Alphonse came shortly afterwards and took their seats. Arman saw the excitement in Alphonse's eyes at the stage, a sudden burst of music came and a dozen dancers bounced on the stage to a rather popular song. Their lithe bodies moved with the flow of the music with every step and movement synched, Arman pointed out to Alphonse where Murali was. Murali was quite a dancer and he flowed smoothly with his partner. Alphonse looked intently at Murali and whispered
"He eez looking at that man."
"Which one?"
"The one that eez next to Erik."
"I see it." Arman watched Murali until the performance ended and saw rage in his eyes.
Alphonse stood and clapped rather excitedly, the audience clapped but not with the same enthusiasm. Alphonse turned to Arman.
"Eez eet possible you can teach me that?"
"Later tonight."
"Merci, C'est fantastique! (it is fantastic)"
Arman stood and told Alphonse to stay put with his hand, he held up ten fingers and pointed to the clock. Alphonse nodded and Arman went to buy some colored powder, he walked along the street and returned to see a crowd forming waiting for the signal to dye one another. With a burst of music people began cloaking each other with powders of various colors, Erik was throwing blue powder at the man and the man returned with a red poof to the face. Murali was on stage being pelted but not firing, a sour expression on his face. Alphonse walked up to Arman and Arman was taken by surprise as a pink cloud hit him in his front, with a laugh he returned the favor by smearing green on Alphonse's face. The color fight lasted two hours before it began to dwindle, powder laid all across the floor and people who were dark were now rainbows. Murali had joined in and Erik's face was orange with a hint of purple, his hair was green and his shirt a yellow. Murali resembled a hindu god with blue skin and orange spots. Alphonse's paler skin was pink and a green stripe covered his nose. Erik was keeled over laughing as he got one last spot on his friend. Arman walked over and they decided it was best to go home and shower. Erik, Murali and The Friend rode together while Alphonse rode with Arman.
Murali, Erik, then Salvador took turns showering. Erik lent Salvador some clothing while he washed his suit, Erik brought out a bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of them. They sat around the table making small talk, Murali clenched his fists as Salvador and Erik spoke rapid catalan. Murali cleared his throat .
Erik looked guilty " Oops sorry Murali, I was asking if Salvador wanted to stay the night."
Murali felt a surge of anger and through gritted teeth said " No."
Erik looked at him with a appalled expression " What's wrong with him stayin at MY house?"
Murali gave him a dirty look and Salvador looked concerned, his angelic face in worry " He is right , I have a hotel room. I have the day off tomorrow I will come and hang out. Muchas Gracias for the clothes." Salvador stood and took his keycard and wallet.
"Let me walk ya out." Erik stood and opened the front door, they stepped out and within minutes Erik stormed in with a furious expression.
"Murali, what did ya do back there?!"
Murali stayed silent, guilt filled him. Erik continued "You coulda told me you didn't like him."
"It -It is not that..."
Erik sat and glared " Then what ya decided to act like that cause you were jealous ?"
Murali felt the words stab at his guilt inflating it. " Yes."
Erik rubbed his forehead 'Damn it Murali, I love ya. He is my little brother ya know. I missed him is all."
Murali wanted to respond but didn't. "Ya gonna apologize to him?"
Murali with toxicty replied "No."
Erik look pained "Ya know, I love ya Murali and I wouldn't be bothered by ya having your brother over or even Arman. Because I trust ya to not go off and give yourself away. I want the same for me , Salvador is my sibling that I never had. You can trust that I am reserved for you. I am going to bed, if ya change your mind wake me up." Erik muttered things as he entered the bedroom and shut the door.
Murali sat in silence at the table, twirling the wine in the glass. Salvador was pleasant to him and Murali felt his rage and jealousy subside. But the guilt entered his thoughts, he paced the table and felt tears roll down his cheeks. He did not want the relationship to falter so soon. Murali sat for an hour trying to create an apology, he did not mean to place Salvador in the cross hairs or upset Erik. Murali decided he would talk with Salvador tomorrow, he prayed that Erik would have calmed down when he entered the room. Murali still crying stripped to only his boxers and crawled in the bed, Erik was laying with his eyes closed and his back to Murali. With tenderness Murali wrapped his arms around Erik's midsection and kissed his neck and nibbled his ear. Erik shifted and turned and faced Murali. Erik's hazel oceans made Murali snuggle closer against him, hands held his face as Erik licked his tears. Erik kissed his lips hard and Murali felt his breath being taken. Erik broke the kiss and smiled, he wrapped his arms around Murali and held him against his body.
Murali laid sideways leaning on a elbow "Do you have Salvador's hotel?"
Erik nodded " Thanks Murali for doing this."
Murali smiled and stroked Erik's cheek.
Arman watched Alphonse in his tank and sweats move across the floor to the music, he ha dmastered the basic steps and Arman was amused seeing the firm globes tempt him. Alphonse missed a step and started to fall, without thinking Arman quickly caught him so that Alphonse's steel blue eys looked up into his brown ones. They laid there staring at one another, Arman felt his heart pound and saw Alphonse breathe slowly.
"Eez there something you like?" Alphonse asked
Arman chuckled at Alphonse's flirting " Oui."
"Savez vous que je t'aime? Je t'ai voulu dire.(Do you know that I love you? I wanted to tell you.)" the words were like a song to Arman's ears.
"You are so young." Arman felt nervous
Alphonse smiled and sat up, he kissed Arman with a carnal lust."Pleez I have been thinking , but I think you are the one pour moi (for me). Can you be mon amour ( my lover)?"
Arman backed against the wall and he saw the innocence in those eyes. Like a puppy needing love. "Alphonse, I love you too. But I am not ready for this. May I take you on a date?"
Alphonse held his heart and smiled " Oui, Merci beaucoup "
Arman walked over and held the boy's waist. "6 years apart is not so bad. You are sweaty come join me in the shower." He pulled Alphonse's hand.
They entered the bathroom in Arman's room and they stared at each other. Alphonse hesitated and was flushed.
"Thees eez making me shy."
"Do not be shy, one day I will fuck you. I want to see." Arman smiled and came close to Alphonse, he ran his hands down Alphonse's chest. He slowly lifted the bottom of Alphonse's tank and Alphonse lifted his arms, Arman looked at the fair skin and those pink nipples. Alphonse was slender but his muscles were lean, Arman traced the nipples and felt the developing six pack. He admired the treasure trail that led into the gray sweats. Arman slowly put his fingers in the waistband of the sweats and Alphonse's boxers then pulled them down. Arman drooled at the soft smooth skin , there was a bush the same color as his hair. Alphonse's cock was uncut and stood straight out with a slight curve. It was a good seven inches, the head pink. His balls were decent and void of hair. Alphonse gazed down in shyness.
"You are uncut. I like that. Undress me now."
Alphonse nodded and with shaking hands slowly lifted Arman's wife beater, revealing his dark skin and abs. Arman smiled and lifted his arms, Alphonse marvelled at his biceps and pecs as the soft white material went over the buzzed head. Arman's nipples were dark and suckable, and his firm chest was smooth as well. "Wow" was all Alphonse could think, the moment of truth came where Alphonse pulled the shorts and briefs down. Alphonse gasped, it was at least 11 inches and thick as a beer bottle with a light head and precum forming at the tip. Arman's balls were big and his bush curly and thick. "Eet eez so big."
Arman held Alphonse against him and opened the shower door "Go in first then I will." Alphonse nodded and Arman drooled over the bubble butt , the mounds perfectly formed. Arman entered and turned the water on, he let the water run over them as he held Alphonse with his arms. He grabbed the body wash and gathered some in his hand, with gentle strokes he rubbed it onto Alphonse's back and his chest from behind and with a slight pinch of the nipples, he kissed the boy's neck. He sucked the soft skin and heard a moan escape Alphonse's lips. Arman then washed himself and then applied the shampoo to both of them, Alphonse's hair was soft and was silk in Arman's fingers. "Lean over." Arman gently pushed Alphonse to bend. He shut off the water, and kneeled with his hands he parted the cheeks and saw a pink hole, virgin by the look of it and Arman saw a small dusting of hair around it. Alphonse looked back nervously and suddenly felt a wet sensation.
Arman slowly licked around the outer edge and moved up to Alphonse's balls and licked back down to circle the hole. He felt his lover squirm. Arman held tight and licked the hole itself, slow at first then more rapidly. The muscles finally relaxed and Arman entered the boy with his tongue. Alphonse pushed back and moaned, Arman stood and turned the boy to face him. He opened the shower door and pulled Alphonse out with him. He lifted him with his strong arms and carried him and placed him on the edge of the bed. Alphonse curled up exhausted, and Arman joined him with their naked bodied touching back to stomach. Arman felt a shiver in the boy's body and hugged him against him, pulling the blanket over them.
Murali kissed Erik good bye that morning and dressed to go to Salvador's hotel. He went to the flower shop and bought a card with roses attached. He walked towards the hotel and asked the receptionist to call up to notify Salvador, the receptionist nodded his head and pointed to the elevators. As he walked down the hall to the room he heard a faint song emanating from the door. It was beautiful , the singer had a clear angelic voice heard only in classical opera. Murali heard the song grown louder as he approached Salvador's room, it filled him with a sense of calm and aspiration as he knocked on the door. The song stopped and he heard the top lock being slid, Salvador opened the door and flashed his perfect teeth. He wore a white t-shirt and black jeans, a beautiful gold rosary with ruby beads adorned his neck.
"Can I help you Murali?" Murali admired the slight trill of the r.
"Can I come in? I want to talk to you." Murali held up the roses in offering. Salvador nodded and opened the door. Murali looked in and saw that there was no radio or any music player in sight. " Was that you?"
Salvador looked confused " You what?"
"Singing."
"I was singing. Yes."
Murali felt his eyes grow wide " Amazing. What is it called?"
"Muchas Gracias. It is Ave Maria by Schubert. What brings you here?"
" I wanted to apologize. For last night... I came to ask if you would forgive me."
" Verdaderamente (Truly) I already forgave you. Is there anything else?" Murali felt that he was genuine.
"Would you like to come stay with Erik?"
"That would be good thank you. Should I get my things?" Salvador asked
"Yes, I will help too." Murali helped Salvador gather his bags and called for a taxi cab to take them home.
They rode in the car in silence, Murali watched Salvador gaze out the window. Salvador was truly innocent for a cop and Murali felt curious about it.
"I heard this was your last year as a cop."
" Yes, I was offered a job in the European Union."
Murali found Salvador to be absolutely fascinating "Can you tell me a little more about yourself?"
Salvador seemed to not be bothered or annoyed " I was born in Barcelona, my padre was born in Madrid and my madre in Cardona. I speak Catalan, Castellano, y English. My padre sang opera and my madre owns a coffee shop."
Murali nodded and then told Salvador of his past as well. Salvador listened intently and smiled every now and again. Murali felt a connection to him. A pure air was about him and Murali felt completely at ease with him present. They soon reached the apartment complex and Salvador looked confused.
"Are we not going to the house?"
"Not yet, Erik is not home yet. We will go back in an hour for you to unpack and surprise him."
Arman sat on the couch with Alphonse laying against him. There was a knock on the door and Arman shook Alphonse awake, with a sigh Arman stood and unlocked the door. Murali entered followed by the man from yesterday, Alphonse looked at the man in curiosity.
"Is something wrong Murali?"
"Can you give us a lift to Erik's house?"
Arman rolled his eyes, he was hoping to continue spending the day with Alphonse." I guess I can.."
Murali smiled " We need you to take some bags too. Do you mind?"
"No I do not. Alphonse, pouvez vous m'aider ( can you help me)?"
Alphonse nodded and stood to get his keys and wallet. Arman led the man and Murali to his SUV, he stacked the suitcased and bags so that the front seats were obstructed. He told Murali and the man to sit in the back in the third row and Alphonse in the front with him. The man's luggage formed almost a private space to the front of the SUV, Murali introduced the handsome man as Salvador. Salvador gave a thanks and bestowed Arman with a bottle of european wine, Arman felt it uneccessarily but thanked the handsome man. While they drove Alphonse and Arman heard Salvador and Murali talking in the backseat. Arman felt a hand on his crotch, he looked up at Alphonse who slowly unzipped Arman's jeans.
Arman whispered " What are you doing?"
Alphonse smiled "Pleez thees eez something I want to do for you."
"Alright but we must keep it down or they will hear."
Alphonse nodded and opened the jeans, he reached inside the boxers and pulled out the thick brown cock. He licked his lips and slowly took in the head. He encircled the head and tasted his first cock, he tried to take more and gagged. Arman groaned as Alphonse took a deep breathe and went deeper and bobbed his head, licking the shaft and massaging it with his tongue. As they went over a speed bump the cock went deep and Arman moaned through gritted teeth. Alphonse sucked the head and flicked his tongue across the slit. He then licked up and down Arman's thick shaft and then would take it into his mouth as he reached the top.
'Alphonse..." Arman managed to get out through grunts. "I am going to cum- aaagh" Arman shot jets into the hot mouth. Alphonse tasted the cum and felt it was delicious. He teased Arman by letting it dribble on his lips then swallowing it. Arman panted and cleaned up at the red light.
They pulled into a gas station and Arman quickly called out that he was getting gas. He entered the station and saw a condom selection in the small pharmacy section. He chose one and felt that he would soon need it, he approached the cashier who gave him a wink. Arman filled up and they eventually arrived at Erik's house, the house was empty and all of them helped move the luggage into the house. Salvador gave another thanks and Murali as well, it was getting to be around the evening by the time they set up the room and rested for a time. Erik arrived home exhausted and quickly jumped into the shower, Arman decided that he would take Alphonse home and enjoy the evening. With a brief farewell Arman and Alphonse departed.
Erik dried himself off and changed into a dress shirt and pants, he had arranged a special evening with Murali to make up for the lost time. He entered the living room and saw Salvador had changed into pyjamas and Murali was chatting with him, Murali looked up in surprise. Erik hoped that Salvador would be exhausted, and luckily he had fallen asleep.
"Come on Murali I have a surprise for ya."
"Oh E-erik." Murali blushed and stood up to put on his shoes. " What about Salvador?"
"He is asleep he'll be fine. Come on now." Erik put his arm around Murali's shoulders and walked out the front door. They did not see that Salvador had one eye partially open and he chuckled as he heard the car drive away.
Erik blindfolded Murali in the car, they drove for a distance and Erik slowly led him to what seemed like a chair. With a flick of the wrist the blindfold came off and Murali gasped, they were in a sea of trees and Murali saw the statue of parvati. A table had been set with fine dishes and candles that added an orange to the bright moonlight, Erik sat across and smiled.
"I thought as a special occasion, I would take you back to the place where you told me ya love me." Erik scratched his head. "I am not a romantic type, but hope ya like it. Dinner for two and noone around."
Murali was at a loss and smiled "This is good for a date."
Erik laughed "Bad thing is I borrowed the table and candles from the temple, at least they'll find them."
Murali shook his head and they began eating. The food was delicious and Erik seemed proud of his cooking skills. After they finished, Erik put the plates in the car and blew out the candles. He held out his hand in the moonlight and Murali let Erik take his hand. They began walking down the glowing path, Murali looked up to see how handsome Erik looked. The moonlight gave him a glow that made him look heavenly, his hazel eyes brightened by the light. Erik pulled Murali close and they walked for what seemed like ages in the cool breeze.
"You said ya wanted to know about me so I wanted to use this night to get to ya too."
"Thank you for this Erik."
"Wanna know anythin or ya just gonna blush all night?"
"Have you been with anyone before me?"
"Nah, You are my first and will be my last. Ya know you look nice in the light, this reminds me of the walks I used to take with my dad."
" Erik what do you like about me?"
Erik grinned " We're making progress! Well I like ya for your personality. You are sweet, and ya seem like a good person. Your looks are a reflection of your personality."
Murali blushed" Can I ask for the more generic things like your color preference, movie, food, favorite childhood memory?"
Erik stopped at the front of a lake and Murali stood watching the moon cast a luminous refleciton upon the dark water. "Well if ya wanna know guess I could tell ya. I like the color of the ocean ya know? reminds me of Malta, favorite movie would be the Long Walk Home it gave me the inspiration to tolerate and be fair ,make this world a better place, food... hmmm.. well when I was little I ate my mom's paella and her kannolis were the best. My favorite memory was when me and my dad walked down this very same path on my first day here. We played in the snow, this was our little get away from the American dream. Then he left and I didn't come here for awhile cause I didn't have someone to talk with. Then I met you and I wanted to share this with ya."
Murali was overwhelmed and hugged Erik tightly. Erik hugged him back "Can ya answer those questions ya asked me?"
Murali nodded " I never been with another person too, man or woman. You are the one for me, you look so handsome in the light too. What I like about you is that you are so strong and make me happy, you taught me so much so far. Even though it has barely been a month. Yet, I feel like I known you for many years. Well my favorite color would be the color of the sunset, and my favorite movie would be the movie Il-Mare because it talked about love even though the lovers are a world apart, my food is flan because it has an everlasting sweetness. My favorite memory would be when my mom used to take me to see the elephants and bollywood dances, we would sneak in with my brother and sisters haha."
Erik leaned in and kissed Murali's cheek." Ya know I feel the same about you, ya make me happy. Right now I am dealing with not being able to see my family and help out. You make me feel hopeful and you're beyond just a boyfriend to me. You're someone that is like the moon to the waves. Pushing and pulling them, influencing them. Like what ya do to me."
Murali looked and smiled brightly " It is funny how much we have in common, I have not seen my family in a long time too. You keep me company. I am glad I met you. In India there is a legend that the goddess Lakshmi was born from a sea of milk, the milk was sweet. You give me life like the sea of milk to her."
Erik blushed." Now I am the one who's blushing. Murali ya know I could spend all night with ya just standing here talkin like this. We should head back gettin late and we have to go to the gym tomorrow." Erik grabbed Murali's hand and squeezed it.
Murali rested his head on Erik's shoulder as they walked back. Erik hummed then finally broke out into a soft lullaby song.
"Ninni ninni ruhi ninni fil-benniena tal-harir. Ghandek ommhok il-Madonna, u missierek il-Bambin."
Murali listened as he heard the language so elegant but he could not understand the foreign words. "What does that mean ?"
Erik smiled "Just somethin from Malta. It means sleep sleep darling sleep in a cradle made of silk.The madonna is your mother and jesus is your father."
They reached the car and Erik started it, Murali hummed the tune in his head and Erik joined in. They hummed as they drove home. When they entered the house Salvador was in his room fast asleep, and they undressed and laid under the blanket in Erik's bedroom. It was a while before they got tired because of all the talking they had done. Murali had one question that had popped into his head.
"Erik?"
"Mmm?" Erik muttered
"How do you say I love in you in Maltese?"
"Inhobbok" Erik said with a soft tone and with affection
Murali repeated it "Inhobbok Erik."
Erik laughed quietly "Grazie amore per sapermi amare."
"What does that mean in Maltese?"
"That was italian for, thank you love for knowing how to love me. Now go to bed Murali, I have a day off tomorrow we can spend it together."
"Good night Erik."
End of Chapter V
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