Forth was standing in front of the window, staring out in a daze. The scenery he saw outside the window was truly beautiful.
Beam stood among the trees and flowers, holding the hose for watering the plants. He wore a white sleeveless shirt and black shorts.
The bright morning sunlight hit Beam making it look like a painting with light in the background. His milky white skin was as gleaming and his black hair was brilliant as satin.
Forth muttered a verse that just popped into his head.
As if sensing he was being watched, Beam turned to find Forth behind the window pane. Beam waved his hand with a smile. He turned off the tap, rolled up the hose and walked into the house with basket in hand.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well, Forth?" said Beam friendly. He put the basket on the dining table.
Forth walked to the dining table and pulled up a chair. "I can not sleep."
Beam's movement of washing hands stopped. He turned and looked at Forth with a worried look. He dried his hands then approached Forth and put his hand on Forth's forehead. His brow furrowed.
"Your body temperature is normal. How are you feeling? What's keeping you from sleeping?"
Forth looked up and held Beam's hand to his forehead. "You're not next to me."
Beam was stunned then slowly a blush rose from his cheeks to his ears. He removed his hand from Forth and sat on the dining chair, away from Forth. Beam turned his attention to the contents of the basket and pretended to be busy so Forth wouldn't see his blushing face.
Forth chuckled and admired how the skin on his neck, shoulders and hands turned pink. "What did you bring from the garden?" asked Forth.
Beam swallowed hard, trying to get over his nervousness. He could still feel Forth's hand on his. "Apple. There are still a few trees that bear fruit late. I hope you like apple pie, because I'll be making it for lunch later."
"I'll help you," Forth said as he approached Beam from behind. He reached over from behind Beam's shoulder and picked out the apples in the basket on the dining table in front of Beam who was now frozen in his chair.
Forth took a sip of the vanilla scent from Beam's neck. "You smell so good," Forth whispered in Beam's ear, before pulling his hand away with two apples in his grip.
"You're kidding," Beam said after clearing his throat a few times. "Your hand hurts, imposibble to might peel an apple." Beam took the apple back in Forth's hand and put it in the large bowl with the other apple in the sink. "Sit there and rest while waiting for lunch. I see you've taken your morning medicine."
Forth remained seated on the dining chair and watched Beam pass from the counter to the table preparing the ingredients for the apple pie.
"Beam, do you have paper and pencil?" asked Forth suddenly. He took his cell phone from his shorts pocket and placed it on the table. "There's something I want to write down, before I forget."
Beam looked at Forth for a while then nodded. He dusted his hands into his apron and walked into the living room.
"Here," said Beam, handing Forth some paper and pencil when he returned. "You'd better not work yet. Your condition may not allow you to think too hard yet."
"It's okay. I'll just write down a melody and a rhyme that goes through my head. I don't want to lose this beautiful melody and verse."
"You wrote a song?" asked Beam in amazement. He glanced at the paper that Forth was currently writing on. "I thought you were an engineer."
"Aren't you a photographer too? I thought you were a doctor."
Beam looked at Forth who was also looking at him. Their laughter exploded at the same time.
"You're annoying," Beam said between laughs
. Forth smiled and shook his head. "No. Only to you."
Beam cleared his throat again and pretended to be busy with pie dough. Her face blushed. Forth looked at Beam and chuckled.
"Beam, can you stop?"
"Uh? Stop what? Making pie?"
"Stop making me want to kiss you again."
"W-what?" Beam gasped.
Ford sighed. "You're so charming and make me giddy. I've never felt anything like this for a man before. But you...."
"Are you... gay?" asked Beam nervously. "Sorry if my question offended you."
"No. Are you gay?"
"No," Beam answered quickly. "But I've never had a girlfriend either. Not interesting."
"Good. Better not. Not good for your health, especially when you're this beautiful."
"Eh? W-what do you mean?"
"I'm done with women and love now," Forth muttered as he cleared up the paper. "So, Beam, what can I do to help you now? I can't sit still."
"No, you don't have to do anything. Just you wait, our lunch will be ready soon."
Forth walked over to Beam and stood behind him. He leaned his body against Beam's back and supported his body with both hands pressing the table on the right and left of Beam's body. Forth leaned into Beam's neck and whispered in his ear.
"You have to let me do something, or I will..."
"W-what, Forth?" whispered Beam in a trembling voice. He felt the skin of his shoulder rub against Forth's arm and Forth's warm breath brushed against his neck, making the hairs on his spine tingle.
"I might kiss you again instead of waiting for this apple pie to cook."
Beam blushed.
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