The Muse Chapter 8

THE MUSE

Chapter 8

By David Inutookaminoma

Early the next morning, Meike slipped silently out of the room of his beautiful partner with skin so silky that he watched for a few seconds from the door. Soan, asleep on his back, one hand peacefully placed on his lower abdomen, naked as a worm, hard as wood. Did he really deserve him ?

He went to the room where he had slept until that night. Heavily, he sat on his bed and took his head in both hands. His right leg performed small repetitive bounces on the tip of his toe. He pressed his temples with his forearms, his hands crossed at the back of his skull, and groaned, controlling the volume of his voice. He sighed as he relaxed, his eyes wet.

He grabbed his speedo and his toiletry bag. Reaching the ground floor with a light step, he quickly went to the shower before diving into the pool to swim.

Soan, awakened by Meike's absence at his side, got up in turn.

Running down the stairs in just his underwear, he just had time to see his friend jump into the pool. He smiled: Meike took care of his body every day and it really made him look appetizing.

The photographer settled into the kitchen with a cup of coffee in front of his website and began to manage his orders, diving into thanking customers. If at first, he caught the sound of the splashes that Meike caused in the water, he gradually concentrated on his work, so much so that he no longer paid attention to it.

Also, Meike's arrival behind him surprised him. Meike’s hands then his soaked arms embraced Soan. Soon, his mouth went down his neck with tenderness. He stuck to Soan's back and hugged him tightly.

"Hello, Mr. Hō!" he said affectionately while a hand from Soan came to his hair. “Are you going to work much longer?”

Soan clicked on the “send” button then closed his computer.

“No, it’s over for today.”

Meike’s mouth then nibbled his neck, slid towards his cheek then towards his mouth. Seeming to disarticulate Soan’s cervicals that he forced to tilt his head back, he took his mouth for a smiling kiss.

“I’m hungry…” Soan was able to say whose mouth was filled with his friend’s tongue, as soon as these words were pronounced.

“Shut up!” Meike opposed in the same way before passing his arms under Soan’s armpits to pull him back, dragging him with him in a perilous operation consisting of freeing him from the stool without causing him to fall. With good grace, Soan let himself be carried away by the gust of wind Meike.

The model collapsed on the couch, attracting Soan who leaned against him, over him. Meike's hands moved back and forth from behind on his abdomen, trying the unreasonable approach of his companion's thighs and groin, whose earlobes and neck he was literally eating.

They were so excited that they lost their balance and fell to the tiles, bursting into laughter.

“Fuck, it’s cold!” Meike exclaimed.

Soan grabbed his wrists, pinned them to the ground and stared into his friend’s eyes:

“Meike, I’m really hungry!”

The young German cupped Soan’s buttocks in both hands and pressed them against him, savoring the stiffness of his cock against his own.

“All the vitamins and proteins I need are here…”, he said.

He felt Soan’s fingers manipulate his speedo then looked him straight in the eyes as he climbed on top of him. His penis knocked on the door of his little moon. Meike pursed his lips and breathed hard through his nose. A thrust and Soan entered him, tearing a deep moan from him. Furtively, he noted the absence of a condom, clearly appreciating the difference in intimate contact. He pressed his lips to Soan's chest, who quickened the pace, lovingly brutalizing his insides, as evidenced by the slapping of their skins when they collided. Meike's pelvis accompanied Soan's travels to his moon. He exhaled more and more noisily. When he suddenly felt Soan's body rear up, he powerfully wrapped his arms around him and screamed just as much as Soan, whose sperm spurted deep inside him with vehemence.

A smile animated Meike's face as he relaxed, welcoming his satisfied partner against him. A huge shiver ran through him, causing Soan to laugh.

The latter straightened up, withdrew from his friend's body, caressing his thighs for a moment while observing him. Then, he leaned towards him, kissed his abs before getting up.

“I’m hungry!”

“Me too!”

Meike willingly grabbed Soan’s outstretched hand to pull himself up to his feet.

As he followed his friend to prepare the meal with him, a beep informed him of an incoming call on his mobile phone. The first name on the screen, “Jürgen”, made him react immediately. He grabbed the smartphone and went out onto the terrace to answer.

Soan, who was busy preparing a good breakfast, didn’t understand the conversation in German at all. Nevertheless, he had sensed good humor at the beginning of the discussion, then it became more tense. Finally, there was no more word.

Soan, preoccupied, stood on the threshold of the bay window in the living room.

“Meike?”

His friend stood there, his gaze absorbed in space, twirling his smartphone in the palm of his hand.

“Ach Scheiβe!”, Meike called out in a powerful voice.

“Meike?”

“We need to talk…”, Meike said, after thinking.

“I’m listening.”

“I’ve had important things to tell you since yesterday. I’m not saying it because I’m afraid you’ll throw me out. However, I have no choice. We can’t continue together without you knowing. I know I’m going to lose you.”

“Maybe you could trust me…”

Meike turned to Soan.

“I trust you…”

“Clearly not enough.”

Meike closed his eyes, sighed before sitting down on a deck chair. Soan did the same, finding himself sitting across from him.

“My father never accepted that I was gay,” Meike began. “But when I told him that I wanted to be a model, he decided to remove me from his will. He kicked me out of the house. I got him to let me live in our holiday villa while I found somewhere to live. He cut me off: I don’t even know how I’ll be able to continue to pay for my studies. I had to hand over the keys to the villa when I took my flight to join you.”

“Are you telling me you don’t have a place to live anymore?”

“A friend from Hamburg was supposed to put me up temporarily, but he just told me that it was no longer possible. So for the moment, I don’t have an alternative solution.”

“We’re together now… I can have you at home.”

“We’ve only known each other for two weeks!”

“You’re right: it’s too fast. But tell me what’s the norm: one month, two months, six months, a year…? How long does it take to consider that we care about each other?”

“Would you take me in?”

“Am I supposed to let you sleep on the street?”

“But it’s impossible for me to live in France because the university is in Hamburg.”

“I’m sure you’d find an equivalent in France for the course you’re following.”

Meike stood up and, turning his back on his friend, walked aimlessly, seeming to go around in circles. Soan was about to call him out when he continued:

“It’s not the hardest part.”

Soan folded his hands, taking a breath.

“You’re starting to scare me…”

“In the spring, an escort agency spotted my profile. They’ve already sent me on two missions,” he said, then searching for words. “I earned more for six days of work than I would have if I had worked in a factory for a month. Plus, both clients gave me gifts. Selling the watch that one of them gave me earned me more than a month’s salary. The agency is happy with my work and wants me to sign a contract.”

“Escort…: that involves sex, right?”

“Yes. If I sign this contract, I will be the escort of a rich, famous or powerful guy for three days every month. I need this money to finance my studies and my accommodation. Now, I have no choice. But it means that I will lose you.”

His features twisted, Meike closed his eyes.

Soan walked energetically towards him, taking his palms in his to caress them.

“Why would you lose me?”

“Because you can’t accept that I’m another guy’s whore even three days a month.”

“Let’s say you sign this contract: even during the shortest month of the year, I’m still the net beneficiary of your little ass.”

Meike laughed but immediately slumped towards Soan, resting his skull on his shoulder. His stomach and throat tight, he had trouble continuing. He straightened up and searched Soan’s gaze.

“You’re not going to throw me away?”

“No. On the other hand, I would like you to promise some things…”

“Which ones?”

“First of all, you must never accept that someone hurts you.”

“The agency screens the sexual profiles of clients and escorts. I’m not going to choose a client who would hurt me.”

“Anyway, Meike: promise!”

“I do!”

“Then, if one day you don’t want to go anymore, promise me you won’t continue under the pretext of money!”

“I promise!”

“I have a third one: promise me you’ll be rigorous about medical monitoring!”

“Yes… It’s in the contract…”

Soan nodded, approving of this.

“About the contract: as long as we’re on vacation, don’t sign it!”

“Soan, I’ll need that money…”

“Meike, promise me: don’t sign it before the end of the vacation.”

Meike searched Soan’s eyes for answers but found none.

“Okay! I promise. But are you really going to keep me as a boyfriend?”

Soan spread his arms around Meike’s shoulders, hugging him tightly. He heard a suppressed sob, a raw thank you, and a sigh in his neck.

“I was sure I was going to lose you…”

“I’m breaking all my principles for you… So trust me!”

(to be continued)