Emerlad Green Eyes nearly covered by thic black Hair that's falling in loose Curls down his Forehead. Eyes I had know for as long as I could remember. They had Sparkles in them for such a long Time I thought that they would keep them forever but they started to turn Cold I last looked at them nearly five Years ago.
Seeing his Face made a cold Shiver run down my Spine and something started tingling in my Fingertips. His Nose just looked like a straight Copy from his Dads. It was a little wider than the average Nose, if something like that even existed, but it was still shaped like the one of a Greek God Statue shown in Museums.
Generally he nearly looked like a young Greek God the last time I saw him. Having a nice amount of hard Muscle he had worked for and beeing over the Hight of a normal Teenager. Me looking absolutely tiny compared to him. His big Hands know how to repair all kinds of Stuff, how to shift gears on the Traktor and how to hold the reins when we rode on Trailrides in the Afternoon Sun. His long and tender Fingers always beeing gentle when he's working with the Horses on the Farm, leaving me amazed by his Ability to understand them perfectly.
Looking back at his Face he's wearing this absolutely gorgeous Grin he's had always on when we were out together doing some Kind of stupid Stuff that most of the Times we would later regred but were absolutely hilarious. As long as his Dad didn't catch us and we had to clean up the Mess we made.
Like the one Time when we were Kids and had the stupid Idea to catch a Mouse and put it in the Chicken Coop. The poor Things nearly all died from a Heart Attack and when his Dad found out he made us clean the whole Thing for Weeks over the Summer.
"Miles", I hear him call out my Name in a soft Voice.
Oh how long have I not heard that and God how have I missed it. Having him call out my Name is something I've been longing for so long now. I've always looked up to him, literally, beeing something between Brother, Best Friend and maybe something else and him just saying my Name gives me Butterflies in Places I can't even discribe.
"Come here", he chuckles, a Sound my Ears adore to hear, and holds one of this Hands out to me, waiting for mine. Small electric Waves wash up my Fingertips as they touch his soft Palm and a nervous Smile reaches my Lips. He leans in closer, his Mouth running up my exposed Neck, just slightly touching my Skin, until he's right at my Earlobe. "I wanna do some nasty Stuff to you", he whispers and gently nibs at my Earlobe, then pulling and sucking on it.
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My fucking Alarm started and I open my Eyes. Sweat is running down my Forehead, my Heart beating fast as I realise it was just a Dream. A fucking Dream. I groan as I sit up, smash the off Button on the dawm Clock and swipe my Hair back with my Hand. God it was just a fucking Dream, closing my Eyes, wishing to see his Face again.
But it won't Show up. Not even for a Second. Disappionted I open my Eyes letting go of the Breath that I was holding. My Heartbeat became sturdy again and I could finally organise my Thoughts. I nearly had a Hot Dream about him. I covered my Face with my Hands. I can't catch Feelings for him again. I'm suposed to spend the Summer there this Year. After not seeing him for a little over five Years now. This can't be true.
Exhaling heavily, I got up from my Bed and reached for my Phone. Looking at the Date and Time, I realised that I had to be there this Evening. My Breath got cut of. Shit how long does it take me to get there again? Checking all my Informations I hurriedly grabbed an Outfit laying around my Apartment and jumped under the Shower.
Nearly an Hour later I got my Backpack all ready, packed with clothes for at least two Weeks, my Laptop and some small Essentials. Looking at the Mirror in my Hallway, I swipe a Strand of chocolate brown Hair from my Forehead before grabbing my motorcicle Helmet and the Keys.
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Take the Hat, Ride the Cowboy
RomanceA story about two young adults, childhood friends and lovers. When brotherly feelings change over time and love and jealousy get involved. You have to understand your own feelings before you can reveal them to others. Westerns, cowboys, love and hor...