Love Birds - OS

Love birds

Hi everyone! A short story to heal some broken hearts. I would advise listening to those two songs while reading, I feel that they fit the mood well. Enjoy!

Fix You - Coldplay

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4V3Mo61fJM

Still - Niall Horan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnWvEu8I1w0

Everyone could tell that the days were getting warmer. The birds were singing again, and it felt like the whole world was waking up at once. Beau loved spring more than anything, and he couldn't feel happier. This winter has been a rough one in Toronto and he really couldn't get used to the freezing weather. As he was born in a Hispanic household, he was meant to thrive in the sun.

Charles would make fun of him through the entire winter. On the contrary, he was born and raised in Canada. He couldn't be more used to the harsh weather. He loved to play hockey on the frozen lake, go on a hike in the mountains or ski after a hard day of work. However, nothing could beat a hot cocoa and some random TV show, wrapped in his favorite blanket.

It all started when Charles took the internship at Dell Technologies three years ago. On his first day, his manager (which he knew, at first sight, was trouble) asked him to go get him coffee. At this point, Charles didn't want to get on Beau's bad side. But as time went by, he started to get frustrated about being his boss' lackey. At last, he confronted Beau about it. In total shock, the manager excused himself, explaining to him that he didn't realize how much he relied on him. This incident was the spark that ignited Beau: he saw Charles' true colors and was intrigued by the boy's honesty.

By a twist of fate, Charles became Beau's favorite at the speed of light. He got a contract right after his year-long internship ended and started working under another manager. You might think that this was the end of their interactions, and Charles did wish he wouldn't have anything to do with his old manager anymore. Yet, the latter would always come by his desk to bring him a cup of coffee or pick him up to have lunch together.

This lasted for a good year. Beau's efforts did somehow reach Charles' naïve heart, who just saw the tall boy as an acquaintance, at the most. Not too long after, Beau resigned from the company as he wanted to work as a freelancer. On his last day of work, he took the courage to ask for Charles' number. The fair-skinned boy didn't think too much of it and gladly agreed, as he felt more and more comfortable around him.

As they started hanging outside of work, they became friends very fast. Although they had very different interests, they both enjoyed each other company. They wouldn't clash too much at work, but they went along way better on a personal level. In a few months' time, they got close to the point of having a routine. Every Sunday, Charles would accompany Beau on a walk with his Corgi, Maisie. While chatting, they would watch Maisie playing with other dogs. Those days became for both of them a sacred ritual, a pause in the busy life of two young men in their 20's.

As a result of Beau's efforts, Charles' heart did start wavering. Was it when Beau would lightly touch his hand on their Sunday walks? Or when the dimples on his cheeks would show when he laughs? More than feeling appreciated for who he was, he felt special. And Beau was by far the only man who made him feel this way. Ever.

It all went down after a drunk night. They were celebrating Beau's first big contract since he became a freelancer. Charles had way too many drinks. But it didn't matter, as he trusted the other boy. On the way back, he suddenly stopped and looked at the stars above. This very moment, he felt so tiny. Like a speck of dust, a tiny part of a much bigger entity. But as he was deep in thought, he missed Beau looking at him like the whole world revolved around him. As if Charles was his Sun, the only star to which he was faithful to. The only one he wanted by his side.

In the span of a few seconds, Beau's heart burst out. He felt this overflowing warmth as if all of his feelings suddenly were rushing out. His body heated up and he thought to himself that there was no going back. He knew very well there was no way he could have stopped what was about to happen. His fingers cupped Charles' face, his touch light as a feather. There was no brutality, as he took Charles by surprise and his intentions were as pure as snow. He looked deep into those storm grey eyes before pressing his lips onto his friends. The kiss was like a question mark. Was Charles ready to accept his feelings? He had been nurturing their relationship for a while now, giving the boy all of his attention since day one.

The kiss took Charles' breath away, but his drunk mind became instantly clear. Somewhere far deep into his heart, he also had a question mark. What if, for once, he listened to his feelings? The answer was right there before him. All he had to do was let himself express whatever those feelings were. Their lips parted for a few seconds. Both looked at each other, worry in their eyes. Why were they hesitating?

The thought hit them both, almost at the same time. Charles took a leap of faith as he brushed Beau's lips with the tip of his thumb. A heat had started to ignite in their stomachs like a bonfire. The heat spread among them when they met again. They were melting into the kiss, both of them feeling the need to touch the other. To reassure themselves that this wasn't some mirage.

Out of nowhere, a cool wind from the Ontario lake swept the street. It popped the romantic bubble they were in, leaving them dumbstruck like the two drunk fools that they were, making out in the middle of the street. They left without a word, heading in the same direction without the need of saying anything.

Charles could feel the heat from Beau who was walking beside him. The wind might have woken them up, but it did not calm down the fire in the pit of their stomachs. This fire, he knew well what it meant. But it never had been this ravishing before. They walked as fast as they could to get to Charles' apartment, even running in the last few steps. When finally, they walked through the door, their instincts jumped in.

The embrace was a mix of heat and passion. Every ounce of their body wanted to be touched, to be marked so that they could temporarily remember their passionate embrace. When this brute feeling was finally fully exposed, both of their hearts calmed down as they realized that they were in synchronization. There was no need to rush. Indeed, they understood each other, and no word was needed.

Their forehead met and they both closed their eyes.

"You make me crazy, Charles Moore. You always did but now you've got the best of me." Beau murmured in a low voice.

"Well, Mr. Silva, you're in this one for good. I'm holding on to you." Answered Charles in a whisper.

Their soft laughter filled the room as their hands naturally found the way to each other. This night, Charles fell asleep in his lover's embrace, without realizing that the latter looked at him for a good twenty minutes, remembering every detail of his sleeping face, his delicate features showcased by a single ray of moonlight.

They both knew that what they just did was a step into the unknown. But somehow, they felt like everything would come together, as their feeling for each other did. The future was always going to be uncertain, but now they were walking together on this path. And for now, they could enjoy spring together, as the two love birds that they now were.