Midnight Rendezvous: A SandRay Story

Chapter 5: Entwined Fates

Ray's POV

Midway through the movie, I felt Sand's weight resting on my shoulders. Ha! It's been a long time since I had a movie date with anyone, and here I am with Sand falling asleep on me. I'm not sure how to interpret this, I mused.

My thoughts drift to another person, whose weight frequently leaning into me for various reasons. A frustrated sigh escapes me as Mew's memory claws out reminding me of my unrequited love. Gentle, quiet Mew who would lean on my shoulder and tell me that everything will surely be alright. Mew who'd quietly cry on my shoulder as he comforts me. Mew who'd anchor me back to reality when my head gets too noisy, that I want to bash it to quiet it down. Mew who I'd eternally be grateful to for pulling me out of my darkest days and stood by my side as I fought the anguish of losing my Mother and Sister in a tragic accident. Mew who was there for me on the nights I would have wanted my father to comfort me but he apparently coped differently as he threw himself into work like a demon whose goal is to amass all the wealth he could get his hands on. Mew who never saw me as anything else but his dearest, oldest friend.

Unlike Mew though, Sand is laid-back and far less intense. While I often find myself walking on hot coals around Mew, scared I'd remind him again just how fragile and volatile my psyche is, being with Sand is easy and comfortable. Could it be because we lack a long history, making it simpler to be around each other? Or perhaps it's because Sand doesn't have any expectations of me?

Sand is the kind that will not pry on things you are uncomfortable sharing. He is straightforward but tactful. He'd observe my expression and if he finds that I was getting agitated with the topic, he usually just diverts it to something else and that's that. Finding someone who doesn't pressure you and brings joy and comfort is truly rare. Sand knows when to prove and when to give it a rest, so with him my guard is completely down and I've never felt light like this since forever. Like I didn't have to put up a strong face or raise my defenses.

As the movie wraps up, I lean down to wake Sand with a kiss. Unexpectedly, in his half-asleep state, he responds to my kiss, and it rapidly escalates into a passionate exchange of tongues. We're left breathless, and the sleepy, hooded gaze he gives me is irresistible.

Whispering, "Let's continue this in my room," I eagerly led him there, fueled by excitement. I've been eagerly anticipating this, and two weeks without intimacy have left my desires insatiable. I could have sought someone else, but I just didn't feel the urge. Surprisingly, not being able to sleep with Sand the past two weeks wasn't that bad. I still had fun showing up wherever he was just to see his reaction.

Sand and I hurriedly undressed ourselves, too impatient to wait for the other to do so. We collide, a burst of feelings, touches, sensations, and whispered endearments. He's as eager as I am, our hands exploring each other's bodies and mouths roaming- leaving love bites in their wake. Some will likely be visible tomorrow, but we're too caught up to care. We're both desperate, as though we've been deprived of an essential part of our existence. The impact of desire and pleasure meeting leaves both of us moaning and groaning for more.

I eventually guide Sand's intense arousal against me, our bodies moving together in a dance as ancient and primal as time itself. We both climax simultaneously, and behind my closed eyelids, I see stars explode in a myriad of colors, drowning in ecstasy. The sensation of utter satisfaction settles in my core, and I feel completely fulfilled for the first time in a while, if not ever. Exhausted, I curl up next to Sand and succumb to a deep sleep.

Sand's POV

Awakening to the morning sunlight streaming through the ceiling-to-floor window in Ray's room—since we forgot to close the curtains last night—I feel an arm wrapped around my waist. I glance down to find Ray sleeping soundly, his head nestled in the crook of my neck. I can't help but think that waking up like this isn't so bad, but I quickly scold myself for entertaining such thoughts. Fantasies like these are a recipe for disaster, something I'm not ready to deal with.

I nudge Ray awake and inform him that I need to use the bathroom. He sleepily rolls away from me to the other side of the bed. After taking a shower to clear my head, I slowly make my way downstairs after confirming that Ray is still asleep. I intend to leave, but I unexpectedly run into a plump, elderly woman who greets me with a warm smile and a cheerful good morning. She must be the housekeeper Ray mentioned.

Before I can excuse myself, she insists on me having breakfast. Hungry and hesitant to disappoint her, I give in and follow her to the dining room.

It's there that Ray finds me, heartily devouring crispy bacon and hash browns, engaged in lively conversation with his housekeeper.

"Hey, you're still here! I'm glad. I thought you had already left when I couldn't find you earlier," he says with that sweet smile on his face. He also warmly greets the housekeeper, another aspect of Ray I find endearing. He treats people he likes with warmth, regardless of social differences.

Instead of heading home, my day unfolds in the company of Ray. We lounge by the pool, swim, and later enjoy a drink while watching the sun set. It's one of the most relaxing days I've experienced since starting college—a testament to my less-than-thrilling circumstances due to being financially strained.

Ray has been affectionate all day, and we even share an intense make-out session in the pool. Ray is insatiable, and as night falls, we make love again in his bed. I've never encountered someone as sexually compatible as him. It's as if we're perfectly synchronized in knowing how to please each other.

Being with Ray is euphoric, yet I remind myself not to let my guard down entirely. Falling for this flirtatious Casanova would be inviting disaster to myself. Amid the pleasure he's providing my body, I continuously reinforce the thought that we are just two friends who have amazing chemistry in bed and nothing more.