FREE FLYING HEARTS -- A collection of short stories from Tonig73

A King And His Princess

Larry couldn't sleep.  His first night in his new home, Laurent's home, in the softest, most comfortable bed he'd ever encountered, and he couldn't sleep.  The new room, the different kind of light filtering in through the lightly shaded floor to ceiling windows, the house noises, the muffled sounds floating up from the city streets below, all took some getting used to anyway.  

But he would be seeing Ember tomorrow, and he couldn't quite believe it.  He tried to imagine what his reaction would be.  He would want to run to her, he was sure of it, and it might break his heart just that little bit more, if he could see her, but not actually hold her in his arms.  But, he told himself, he would do as Laurent had asked, to do things the correct way, legally.  He would grow the patience, knit it if he had to, and wait.  He'd waited this long already, another few hours or days wouldn't kill him.  It felt like it would, but it wouldn't.  And from what he knew of Laurent already, he was a man of his word.  Larry and his Princess would be in each others' arms, just as soon as Laurent could make it so. 

Larry slipped down into the quilts downy softness, the smell of freshly laundered sheets assaulting his nostrils, making him smile.  He put a forearm over his eyes, groaning as a memory crept into his mind.  

He kissed Laurent.

He had actually fucking kissed fucking Laurent.  If he could fit another fucking  in there somewhere, he would, no other words seemed more appropriate right now.  However, other words, adjectives, visions, and even physical feelings filled his mind, and gently caressed at his body.  Tiny tingles of relived fantasy touching his skin.  

Laurent's lips ... soft ... tender ...warm ...

--  What had possessed him ?  Laurent, Laurent had possessed him  --

His skin ... smooth ...  pulsing ... exciting ...

--  He hadn't been able to resist, had he ?  --  

Strong, roaming hands ... fingertips at his waist ... gentle circles there ...

--  Shit, it felt so good  -- 

His closeness ... the sound of heavy breathing ... his thumping heart ... 

--  Laurent's eyes were amazing  --  

Suddenly, a vision invaded Larry's thoughts, so thoroughly, flashing through his mind, literally in a split second.  Two similar naked, brown bodies, Laurent's weight on top of him.  Laurent pushing his hair back from his face, as he looked into his eyes so intensely, it scared him, and he caught his breath.  The warmth of Laurent's skin against his own, the whole length of his body.  Literally, a second, and he saw this.  Felt this.  All of it. 

Larry quickly sat up in bed, scrubbing his hands down his face roughly, as if to push the vision away.  He heaved in a short, exasperated sigh of relief as it disappeared, or rather, his mind just couldn't keep a hold of it any longer.  He pouted, disappointed that it had disappeared. 

He wanted it back. 

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Larry had been right, he did pick up shit really quickly.  Only his second day in Laurent's apartment .... he really had to stop thinking that, his new apartment, and he was finding his way around the kitchen with ease.  He'd made coffee and warmed croissants.  He and Laurent maneuvered their way around each other in the fairly small space like they'd been doing it for years.  A cupboard opened, the other ducked, the chink of a cup, or two.  A mutual smile.  

It was early, 7 a.m.  They drank and ate in comfortable silence, sitting across the counter from one another.  Checking phone messages, the morning news, social media, a court brief.  Two heads bowed in concentration, or, trying their best not to think about what lay ahead.