In His Eyes

15|A Heartbreak or A Funeral

Tom woke up in the sound of birds chirping and the frigid morning air in the atmosphere. He looked to his right and notice the other body was absent, it left a distorted mess on the sheets, but nevertheless, he felt the warmth radiate through the sheets he laid in.

He checked his watch, 6:45. Wow, they wake up early

Tom stood up, did a little stretching against the room that was covered by the light of dawn. Dark hues of colors collided beautifully to the dark oak colored room. He smiled to himself, he wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning.

It was enlightening, to be honest

After that, Tom finished his daily hygienic routine and fixed himself a little. He felt satisfied to the way he looked, he was careful not to fix his hair in a more disheveled manner, so he looked like somebody who could fit in. For the attire, he scolded his regular choice of coloured denim shorts and short-sleeve polos. Instead he chose a red flannel matched with faded blue jeans and boots.

Wait, I'm in a ranch house and I don't think I'm farming or anything. I don't have to look like one, do I? He asked himself as he saw his reflection on the mirror. Sighing, he ditched the loose flannel shirt amd opted for a pale plain tee.

There, I look okay, I guess

Tom walked silently on the hallway, It was filled with numerous paintings with a few antique furniture that blended together in the most amazing way. It had these regal tone in it that Tom could never understand why. But that didn't stop him for being awe-strucken by it

He arrived downstairs and completely forgot how beautiful Victoria's living room was.

Err, Victoria He remembered, cringing at the thought of her pale skin and bright green eyes that could puncture him in so many different ways.  And again, he remembered what she said very clearly.

I'll kill you and I'll bury your body in the woods

Those words resonated with him till' he fell asleep. He couldn't blame himself, she scared the hell out of him, no questions asked.

Tom found himself staring into the backyard through the windows of her living room. There, his heart picked up in the most frivolous manner. His muscles, however flabby and useless they may be seemed to shake in the most arousing way.

Holy Fuck He whimpered.

There, Robert stood panting as he basked in the morning sunlight. He wore nothing more than a pair of blue jeans, only blue jeans And saw the sweat from his chest drip from all the right places. He then picked up an axe and swung it to a piece of log by a stump, slicing it into two pieces, his muscles flexing.

Tom seemed to awaken from his staring, looking in other directions but It seemed to land on him. His hair dripping wet and face contorted into a scold as he swung one axe to another, followed by wiping his forehead with his forearm, giving him a full view of his biceps without judgement.

Wait, Why am I lusting over him, I slept with him. I shouldn't be feeling like a teenager seeing his first crush

God no. Get a hold of yourself, Tom

Tom was zoning out in the process when he found Robert's eyes land on him. He first was surprise that Tom was staring at him, things quickly escalated when Robert arched his eyebrows and gave Tom a wink that he was staring at him, ogling at him from a far.

Tom moved away from the window blushing, cursing at himself in silence as he wandered the confines of his mothers until a voice spoke in the background.