The Muse Chapter 7

THE MUSE

Chapter 7

By David Inutookaminoma

Of course, Fabricio had accepted Meike’s invitation. He had brought with him his perfect abs, his slim waist, his slightly hairy chest and his Spanish accent. Sitting on the edge of the pool with Meike, he played his charms on the model. Obviously, the reverse was true.

Soan tried to stay focused on the orders to be recorded, in vain. He could not ignore that Meike and Fabricio were kissing each other ardently as soon as they had the opportunity. His incisors were furiously rubbing the inside of his lips. He gave up.

Equipped with his camera, he joined the two boys near the pool. His gaze met that of Meike who frowned. Soan read surprise in his guest’s iris. Why was he so surprised? Perhaps the pressure that Soan felt in his chest disfigured the usual softness of his gaze.

“Soan, are you okay?” Meike asked.

Soan seemed to jump.

“Yes! Guys, let’s start!”

“Okay! Tell us what you expect from us!”

“Get into the water and behave like two young men attracted to each other. With subtle gestures…”

Having entered the water first, Fabricio enclosed Meike with his arms as he went down into the pool. Click! He looked at the young German with a fiery look. Click!

Soan watched Fabricio sink into the water. Meike smiled and said to him:

“He’s taking off my shorts!”

When Fabricio reappeared, he held up Meike’s underwear like a trophy. The laughter of the two young men ended up in Soan’s computer memory. Then Fabricio said a few words in Meike’s ear, who turned his back on him. Click! He bit his shoulder. Click!

Then Soan got annoyed:

“Guys! I understand that you want to have sex. But what we want should be erotic.”

“And it’s not?” Meike asked, surprised.

“We need to see your whole bodies. So, get out of there, take a cold shower and I’ll meet you on the mattress in about ten minutes!”

The pressure in Soan’s chest had increased as Fabricio became more enterprising with Meike: his smile, his white teeth, his caresses, his whispers full of sweetness.

Soan felt like a lion in a cage and began to turn in circles in the large living room, in the cool of the villa. His behind slumped onto the sofa. Soan sighed, his brow furrowed, his eye black.

Meike crept into the living room, wrapped in a towel. He looked at his friend.

“Soan, I can see that things are not going well. What’s going on?”

“Nothing… It’s nothing. I’m sorry I got upset.”

“Answer me honestly: do you really want to take these pictures with Fabricio?”

“No.”

“Okay, then we’ll cancel.”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, don’t be! It’s not a problem. I assure you everything’s fine.”

Meike looked at Soan for a short moment without saying a word.

“I feel like there’s something else.”

Soan stood up abruptly, holding back the truth that burned his throat to the third degree.

“I’ll leave you both alone. I need some air.”

Meike tried to hold Soan back but the latter pushed his hand away with a certain aggression.

“Soan, don’t be angry, please!”

“I’m not.”

Soan disappeared upstairs. Meike looked down, rewinding his memories to the day before, after his masturbation in front of Soan.

He had joined him in the pool after a shower. They had discussed what had just happened: Meike had wanted to get Soan’s impressions after having photographed him masturbating. Soan had willingly lent himself to the conversation. Meike had then tried a kiss. Soan had pushed him away.

“Who the fuck do you take me for?” he had said before getting out of the pool.

“Sorry,” Meike had repeated.

The young model saw Soan come down from the floor, smartphone to his ear. He warned Meike:

“I’m moving! I’ll leave the villa to you for the evening.”

“Soan! No!”

But Soan didn’t back down. Meike followed him to the basement and listened to his conversation:

“Hi Charlie! Tell me, are you busy? Like: very busy?... Can we meet up?... Okay, I’ll catch you in fifteen minutes.”

The Yaris door slammed, the garage door opened. The car disappeared in a few seconds.

Meike stood there for a few seconds. When the automated garage door closed, he turned back.

It only took Soan about ten minutes to arrive at Charlie’s. He caught his breath and rang the bell. Charlie, his blond hair cracking, had warned Soan that he only had a short time. That was probably why he was only wearing a pair of furiously bulging shorts.

Charlie grabbed Soan by the neck and pulled him roughly inside, before slamming the door. Their mouths entwined for a passionate kiss at the end of which Soan pushed Charlie onto his bed and, under the latter's hungry eyes, took off his clothes in less time than it took to say it. Charlie delicately opened the condom case and unrolled it without haste along Soan's penis.

Soan turned him over on his stomach, grabbed the lubricant on the bedside table, and spread it on his partner's anus with application and determination. He then grabbed Charlie's rump and entered his hole roughly. Charlie bellowed loudly, immediately calling on him to let go.

When Soan returned to the villa, he discovered Meike lying on a deckchair facing the bleeding ocean. He had expected to find him with Fabricio but he was alone, pensive. Nevertheless, he greeted him with a smile.

“Would you like something cold to drink?” Soan asked.

“A lemonade with pleasure. Thank you.”

Meike stood up, covered his shoulders with a T-shirt before setting off after Soan, whom he joined in the kitchen.

“Did Fabricio leave?” Soan asked, pouring lemonade into a tall glass that he pushed towards Meike.

“I asked him to leave after you left.”

The statement seized Soan as he poured himself the same cold drink. He put the pitcher down and looked Meike in the eye.

“I ruined your afternoon,” he admitted, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I should have arranged this meeting somehow other than in your presence. I put too much pressure on you.”

They fell silent. Soan finished filling his glass in silence.

“Did you see Charlie?”

“Yes.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Damn right! He had a date somewhere else but he ended up canceling to stay with me. I gave him a hard time.”

Meike smiled, picked up his glass and turned on his heel.

“You’ve been hitting on me since day one,” Soan said.

Heared back by these words, Meike retraced his steps. He took a seat right in front of his host.

“I didn’t have much success,” he asserted.

“Do you really think I was insensitive to it?”

“No, I’m sure you weren’t.”

“You’re right: I wasn’t insensitive at all to your little words, your little provocations. I looked at you from every angle: in a suit and tie, with or without a shirt, in a jockstrap, naked. I watched you masturbate. At every moment, I had to take it upon myself and stay professional.”

“And yet, you constantly rejected my advances. Including last night.”

Soan took a good sip of lemonade.

“Because I’m afraid of what you embody.”

“And what do I embody in your eyes?”

“All the feelings I don’t want to know anymore.”

Soan’s voice tightened. His eyes moistened slightly. He lowered his chin when Meike pierced his gaze.

“Why don’t you want to know them anymore?”

“Because they hurt too much.”

“What I see right now is a guy who suffers, on the contrary, from not letting his feelings out.”

Soan looked up. He furtively rubbed his eyes with his palms. He entered Meike’s irises as he would have placed his hands over a good ember if they had been frozen. He realized that, with his fingertips, Meike was coming into contact with his hands. He opened them. Meike's palms slid into the heart of them.

“I’m falling in love,” the model said softly. “That’s why I didn’t let myself go with Fabricio. He could have fucked me the first night. Today, he could have fucked me several times. I didn’t want to.”

“I’m not worthy of such a sacrifice,” Soan smiled.

“Because you fucked Charlie? Honestly, I put you under pressure. You had to let off steam!”

They exchanged a few smiles and then Meike stood up. He walked around the high table, approaching Soan slowly but resolutely. His soft hand slid into his neck. Catching his gaze with the same determination as the talons of an eagle capturing its prey, Meike made his lips hover a few millimeters from Soan’s.

One could feel the other’s warm breath. A hint of a smile quivered on Meike’s lips. Time froze. The silence became absolute. Their irises curled up together in the straw like lovers in a hurry.

“May I kiss you, Mr. Hō?”

Soan’s mouth opened slightly, his lips seemed like wanting to devour Meike’s but the latter pulled back a few millimeters. Soan’s fingers slipped under Meike’s t-shirt, delicately touching his abdomen. Then, Meike’s mouth finally opened. His tongue came into contact with Soan’s. They curled together tenderly. Their saliva mixed, giving this kiss a very special intensity. When they detached from each other, a trickle of saliva connected them for a few more seconds before breaking when Meike took a step back, silently questioning Soan’s face.

The young photographer stood up:

“I need a good shower!”

He passed Meike without a glance. The young German looked down, disappointed. But at that second, one of Soan’s hands grabbed his. He took his arm against his chest:

“I need you…”

From caresses in the shower to fellatio that Meike began on the terrace when they dried themselves, from torrid kisses to the entwining of their bodies, the two men found themselves in Soan’s bed. The latter used his mouth for all sorts of cajoling on Meike’s body, to devour him entirely from the earlobes to the inside of his thighs to the armpits. He let loose for a long time on the young model's penis, his testicles, his anus...

When Soan lay down on Meike, the latter's legs curved along the sides of his friend who penetrated him in one go. Meike exhaled violently, locking his arms around Soan's shoulders.

Roughing the bed, the two men collided and encouraged each other. Soan gave his companion hard thrusts who tightened his grip on him with power. They panted, moved a lot, kissed and looked at each other for a long time.

Suddenly, Meike felt Soan's body tense up on all sides. His gaze became more ferocious while his thrusts became wilder. He sighed in his ears:

"Go on! Come on!"

Soan grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the bed, brutalizing his stomach for his greatest pleasure. Meike's body tensed in turn.

The young German groaned with pleasure, squirting abundantly on his own abdomen, just before Soan opened his mouth, froze deep inside him where he emptied himself. His long moan drew a smile on Meike's lips. They were devoured by Soan's mouth who immediately resumed his tender movements of the back. Meike's hands slapped on his buttocks. A kind of frenzy carried Soan away again. Meike meowed, barked and, drunk with well-being, felt that his friend was going to let loose again. It surprised both of us when Soan indeed ejaculated a second time, very furtively questioning about this second salvo in the same condom, wondering if the rubber could crack.

The two lovers began to laugh. Soan withdrew, straddled Meike's pelvis before removing the condom he was wearing. His sperm flowed in heavy streams onto Soan's stomach. He threw the condom on the floor and began to massage his friend's abdomen with a loving gaze. He swept the torso covered in their mixed sperms with his greedy tongue, which he offered to Meike for a languorous kiss. Then Meike collected some semen with his hand, whose fingers he gave to Soan. The latter sucked them greedily.

Entwined against each other, silent, satisfied, burning, they listened to their bodies calm down until they fell asleep.

(to be continued)