The Forbidden Apple

The End Of Everything

They were standing side by side. In an old train compartment. Long forgotten. Unused.

He spook.
"How're you?"
"Fine".

He asks, "Are you really?".
"Yes".

This breaks his heart inside a little.
But maybe it broke his heart too?
I mean saying that.

He tries again. Smiling.
"Have you ever been in a place like this?"
"No."

As he is replying, he gets closer. He starts touching him at parts that must not be touched, by another man; a touch that brings back memories, a touch that's cruel to have. He sighs. In pleasure and in sadness.

He pleads, "We could've been so much more".
Answers, "We could've. But we're not. We can't be."
"Why not?"
"You know why, why do you need to do this again? To both of us."
"You smell like life, like passion and all the warm things."
"But you drip of that danger, that wishfulness that I can't live up to."

He doesn't reply this time. Instead he bends over his neck. Licks it lightly. His mouth is warm. But his neck is cold.
He moans on touch. Closes his eyes. A weak effort to push him away. He resists. Even harder. Pushing further into his neck. He sweats. A sweet kind of sweat. The one he slurps like honey off of him. The moaning rises.

"Please stop", he says.
He doesn't obey. Moving towards his lips.
He slowly bites on his lower lip.
There's no resistance on the other side now. His mouth opens impulsively and he kisses him back. Even harder. And it surprises both of them but they don't care. They roll around on the floor.
Cloths off of them.

Michael pushes Aaron under him.
He starts kissing him all over his back starting from the nape. Aaron shivers over the familiar touch. A touch he has missed for what feels like ages. His back arches like a bow. Aaron senses everything that's happening as if storing it somewhere inside of him. So that he doesn't forget again. His touch. His breathing. Him sweating all over him. Touching him wherever possible.

Michael stops. Aaron looks back in his eyes, while still staying under him. He is lying on his back now touching his chest. He moves his hands on him passionately. He looks sad and lucky. His eyes shimmer.

Michael kisses him on the lips. He bites him. Sucks on his tongue. Swirls it in his mouth to make sure he gets one last taste. A taste of him. Like burnt wood. That is dark but sweet. A flavor unique to him.

"I love you. Sorry."
And he leaves.