Silent

21. Divided realities

Hands slid along his sides. Michael looked up at the hazel eyes and smiled; slowly their lips connected. Jack was warm and beautiful; his hands were so soft, unlike Ricky's and all those other men's.

Jack removed his shirt and sat atop Michael, straddling his thighs. Michael's hands moved on Jack's chest and flat stomach, feeling the lean muscles beneath his skin. Michael observed the light marks on the boy's thin arms, feeling a few scars along his lower back. Jack kissed his collarbone softly.

"He uses a whip sometimes... like he would on a rebelling horse..." Jack whispered. "Once he got so carried away that I bled."

Michael's throat tightened at that. "Rotten monster," he whispered, using the term that Jack had so often used about them. "I'm sorry," he said and brought his hand to touch Jack's soft hair, hoping that he could somehow ease his earlier suffering.  And just by being there, he did.

These were the stolen moments from the harsh reality. Somehow, they had kept their secret. Ricky and Joe seemed none the wiser about the relationship they had formed.

When the men were called away on business, they got to share nights as secret lovers. The touches were tender and curious, growing ever bolder as time passed.

Michael trembled from pleasure as Jack leaned down to kiss his neck, down to his chest, moving further down slowly. Michael gasped when he felt Jack's tender touch on his erection. His eyes half open and clouded with desire, he looked up to the boy he loved. Jack smiled, "I want to give ya what none of those vile men won't..." Jack whispered and brought Michael's hands to his bottom to make it clear what he was suggesting. "If ya want me..."

Michael felt his heartbeat increase as the burning desire increased and ran through his veins. He held Jack's gaze as he brought his both hands to feel him. "O-of course... I-If you're sure?" He asked hesitantly, and the older boy's lips curved into a smile before he crawled closer to kiss him.

"Oh, I am very sure," Jack murmured once he parted from the kiss. "This way... I get to be ya first and when ya think back one day... As a successful chef... Thinking about who ya had your first time with, it will be me instead of him..."

Michael felt moved, his eyes watering from the powerful affection he felt as he looked back at Jack. "I love you," he whispered and the smile on Jack's lips grew wider as he leaned forward to another kiss.

"I love ya too, Micha..." Jack grinned while slowly starting to grind his hips against him.

"I want to give you the same, Jack..." Michael moaned, feeling the waves of desire moving through him. "To be your first as you are mine..." He breathed and Jack looked down at him, locking his hand in his, before capturing his lips into another kiss. These moments, these precious moments, were everything they needed to live life being slaves to the monsters who kept them.

May 1998

Michael swayed to the music and laughed.

Jack observed him mesmerized by his graceful movements. He got up from the bed, and wrapped his arms around his secret lover. They shared a smile before their lips connected into a slow, passionate kiss. The rays of the sun glistened in the air like gold and diamonds, colors of rainbow and lights. Michael bent his body backward as Jack's arms supported his weight.

"I'm floating," he giggled, reaching for the sparks of gold with his fingers.

Jack moved his hand along Michael's bare upper body, up from the waistband to his stomach, chest, and finally, his lips, feeling the moistness soon wrap around his fingers. "You're so light," Jack whispered. Michael grinned and bent his hands from above his head to the floor until touching the carpet with his fingers. "Rubber man," Jack giggled, and Michael laughed with him.