Love in Chipilo-Drabbles Scomiche

43: Lovely

For a couple of weeks, we didn't talk if it wasn't necessary. He cooked for me but we ate separately, me at the table and he on the couch or in our room, I thought things weren't that bad because we were still sleeping in the same bed but weren't that good because he didn't even want to look at me.

He is not my first boyfriend in life, but he is actually the first I care about, so it was hard to be ignored.

I was thinking about how to make him forgive me before Thanksgiving (which he didn't want to celebrate) when he suddenly came to me and sat with his laptop open.

He inhaled strongly and exhaled in the same way but he never looked at me. He looked straight to the window.

"As I said, I decided to go back. I was just wondering if you wanted to go and visit your parents, that way I can buy your ticket, a roundtrip flight."

"Is this your way you are breaking up with me?" He wasn't looking at me but his eyes were filled with tears.

"This is my way to say that I love you...but that I can't live here anymore, it doesn't feel right for me, and that I have had a longer relationship with myself than with you, so I understand your position too, here is your place, here is where you see your future. I can't change that, I can't make you change, so yeah, we are breaking up."

I was starting to cry too and my throat was a mess, tight and dry. It hurts.

"So, American Airlines?" He asked looking at his laptop.

"Are you taking the same flight?" I said turning my face so he couldn't see me cry for him.

"I was thinking about taking a bus instead."

"A bus?" Is this a comedy? "Is it so horrible the idea of sharing the same air on the flight?"

"My God, Scott, somehow you always want to make things about you."

"Ohh because it has to be always about you."

"Yes, Scott, yes, you understood, finally. Too late though." He said getting up with his laptop and going away.

Later I found him crying facing an order he hadn't purchased yet. His fingers were bleeding because he had bitten his nails too much.

I sat beside him so he stood to go away but I made him sit and then I hugged him.

"Let's say goodbye properly ok? You can go back, it's just... let's make it right. We can go by bus if you want to, let's just be together till it's my moment to come back here, ok?" He was still crying but nodded strongly and then for one moment to another he was all over me. Kissing me.

I thought it was going to be all like always, but then we started making out.

When he got naked the thought 'Is he insane?' crossed my mind but when he started to give me a blow job my brain stopped working.

I thought I was going to hurt him because we didn't have sex for half a year, so every time I pushed myself inside him I was trying to find some kind of discomfort in his face but the only thing I found was pleasure.

Tongues playing games in nasty places

Moans that found death on each other's skin

Crystal tears of pleasure and rolling eyes.

Curly toes and trembling legs.

Belly Spasms

Dancing hips

And God's name coordinated with digging nails.

"Oh sí, comeme el coñito así. Scott, please." He said as I was cleaning his butthole, he was with his knees fucking close to his face. His hole was open, used, and filled with my cum. My entire mouth was busy worshiping his hole as he was masturbating.

I sucked everything I had to suck and then. He made a sound of joy as he cum again so I had to clean that too. When I finished I let him lie on the bed. His head was zoned out, I could tell.

The look on his face was indescribable

It was like he was lost in a world I could not pass.

Fuck, it was lovely, yet nasty.

His body, used, market, wasted.

I didn't know what was happening to him but then he turned himself to his left side and started masturbating again. Slowly.

What in the hell was happening?

"It's been a while." He said. "I totally forgot how it felt." He started crying again. "Olvidé como me encanta." His erection was hard between his fingers and something possessed me because even when it was bizarre, I wanted to touch. I lay behind him and passed my hand under his leg to grab his cock. He turned his head, his eyes were still humid and there was something in them that I couldn't understand, couldn't think about it too much because he licked my lips and then kissed me.

We kissed for a long time. Long enough to make me hard again.

"Fuck me Scott, fuck me. No tengas piedad, por favor."

"Mitch-" I tried to say, another round would hurt his body, but he licked my lips again.

"I don't care, just fuck me. I need it. I need it. Ohh my-" I kissed him as I inserted myself into him. 

"Yess... fuck. Ohhh..."

We were like that, even the day he put all the cactuses in boxes and a woman appeared in my door looking for them.

"Who is she?" I asked completely weirded out.

"Cindy, I think," He said getting on his knees in front of me. "I don't know her, I don't think it's her real name, that kind of person never uses them. I just know that for 500 dollars she is crossing the border with our cactuses."

"She is crossing our cactuses?" I asked.

He nodded before started licking my balls.

I closed my eyes thinking that the world was a strange place if there were people crossing cactuses between borders but soon after I wasn't thinking at all.