Freedom [AlanGaipa] English Ver.

[1] Complicated

  Autumn was not something that most people partially disliked, one used to think that seasons like autumn or spring were the perfect weather to do whatever one wanted, without complications in between. The best seasons of the year we could say.

How was it that from a simple but fleeting night began what was now a sea of ​​tears and the damn oppression in the chest? They had sworn they would go no further, but the easiest tends to become the most complicated.

—You say that everything ends tonight?— That man who impregnated an aura of sadness, anger but at the same time of leadership and authority, agreed opening the door of his apartment. Wen, his ex was no longer living with him and Alan felt that he could do and have in his bed whatever and whoever he wants.

Upon entering that apartment where the dim light generated a brief feeling of curiosity in Gaipa, a feeling that he did not have with Jim, as if he wanted to know what that boy had gone through. Even though he knew that Wen was his ex and that they had had not very pleasant encounters, he was still curious, with the little glance he gave her, he noticed that everything was tidy, clean...

He felt how the opponent took off his jacket and the first thing that went through his head was a "So soon?" But on the contrary, Alan continued on and went to the kitchen for two beers.

—You like to drink?—. Said the tallest from the kitchen. —Mhm, I don't usually drink that much, but it's not a bad plan.— Leaving the other's beer on the table for him to drink, he sat on the sofa waiting for him. —I should... ask you what you do or what you do, but let's say it's obvious that your work is in an office.— Alan smiled sideways and settled himself, placing one of his arms on the back of the chair.

—You were right, but believe me sometimes it's boring.— Giving emphasis to the last word, he looked at the shorter one from top to bottom, admiring every inch of him. Normally he would think that it reminds him of Wen, however Gaipa was the complete opposite...

That curious environment gradually became tense, the wordless gazes of both began to intensify, Alan took advantage of the moment to get closer little by little, look at the hands, the legs and even the lips.

—Why do you analyze so much?—. —I just like it.— Gaipa left his beer on the small table in front of him and looked at Alan who didn't take his eyes off the opponent's movements. —You know.— That boy placed a hand on the other's chin to get closer little by little. —If you're going to kiss...— That boy with glasses looked up. —You must look into the eyes.—Those words were enough for Alan's glasses to disappear, that sofa became at times the most comfortable for both of them and having Gaipa under him running his hands over his back only made things better.Alan's hands went down to that shirt that only got in the way, beginning first to caress and explore what it was hiding, lasting only a few seconds before it ended up on the floor.
They both stood up starting to walk to Alan's room, Gaipa's hands played with the taller man's hair, every centimeter entangled in his fingers was one more step before a language game began between them. The inertia between the two made Alan fall on the bed, letting Gaipa climb on top of him making that light blue shirt disappear.

—Just... let's forget everything today... I forgot-—. Alan couldn't finish the sentence since Gaipa dedicated himself to kissing his lips again, he didn't want to talk, he didn't want to hear him say again that everything ended that night, so At least today he wanted to feel that someone did enjoy his presence. —Just shut up...— The boy who was on top of him passed his hand over the opponent's abdomen. —Just... enjoy the moment, I'm not telling you to imagine or pretend that you love me, just pretend for a second... that it's you and me in this world.—

Alan looked at Gaipa's lost eyes and brought his hand closer. hand to her cheek caressing it slowly. —We're both hurt, maybe one more than the other... Why don't we heal each other?— Gaipa raised that look that had been lost before and let Alan place it under him. —Believe me...not all one night stands...end on that one night.—

Those intense gazes that did not reflect any romantic feeling at the moment, could make the other feel that for a second each concern, each thought, each action that had hurt them... never existed, it was for that night they and the moment, They swore that there was no love involved, but with any look... any intertwined hand, any caress that they gave each other, they couldn't help but think that what they were experiencing wanted it to continue.

Morning was not long in coming and in Alan's apartment the knocking on the door was present, making him put on his glasses and get up to open it.

—Shit, it's 8:00 in the morning, who gets up so early on a Saturday?— The surprise wasn't the best, Wen was standing on the other side of the door waiting to enter. —Ai Wen, what are you doing here?—. —I forgot something here and I can't find it in my suitcase, so I think I left it in the room while I was packing.—

Once he asked for permission, he walked into what used to be his room, seeing that someone he already knew quite well was sleeping peacefully in the bed. He didn't try to wake him up anyway, he just gave Alan a quick glance and went for what he had forgotten. —You already have it?—. Wen left the room nodding and walking towards the door. —It's fine that you do what you please...— Before finishing his sentence, he pointed to the boy who was on the bed. —But Gaipa is not a person who will look for a one-night stand, if you're going to do something, do it right Alan, don't let him end up like us.—

Having said this, that boy withdrew, leaving his ex-partner with a doubt and with his hair still disheveled. —Good morning...— Gaipa approached the opposite, pointing at his hair. —You haven't combed your hair, have you?— Alan chuckled and took Gaipa's hand, which was slowly approaching his hair. —No, do you want to comb it?— The shorter one smiled and removed his hand to move away a bit. —I think... I should go, see you later, head of loans.—. —How did you...?— Gaipa smiled again and pointed to the nightstand that contained Alan's business card.

—See you later... Gaipa.—

Autor note:

Welcome to the first chapter of Freedom, English Version.