short stories

the evolution of - excerpt #1

(these are just things I want to expand on from the original)

[mentions of smut but not really because I can't write smut for shit]

Chandra sighs. The air stings his skin and sends prickles up his spine, making his hands shake and his entire body convulse with a shiver. He should have gone after the game, he should have walked alone in the dark and wished to get lost and never come back. Yet here he is, alone, behind bleachers that are soft grey and look delicate enough to prod. It is probably the only thing Chandra applauds his school in doing. He leans on its side, his arm pressing against its cool metal. He ignores the immediate shock.

Clouds have moved past the moon, and even then there are still people hanging around. He sees Eris, some revered player, make his way around the bleachers. Eris is someone Chandra has lusted over–he's imagined his hands everywhere and his lips on his neck. He's imagined his lips on many necks, actually. The only one that sent thrums of desire through his temple and abdomen was Eris'.

Chandra rubs his hands together. He should have gone home even though its walls were unwelcoming and bare, the faint, illusive lisp of childhood asking but never returning. He has never had good memories in that blasted house–only ones about his dad asking him why his grades aren't good enough and why he's wasting their money. One time he snuck away at the dead of night because his grievances had become too much; he took an extra pair of socks, a pencil, and two dollars. Needless to say, he was seven.

"I never thought you would be here," someone says. Chandra turns with a start, and he can tell from the person's voice that it's Eris. He pulse quickens as if he's being chased by Medusa herself.

"I'll...I might just leave, then," Chandra stutters. He wants to rip out his vocal chords. Isn't this what he's always wanted? Hasn't he imagined this one too many times?

"Oh–wait, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say that you..." Eris looks at him, who looks like an Indian god in moonlight and midnight dew. He moves closer until they are a foot apart. Chandra can smell the whiskey in his breath, something he stole from his father and then watered down the bottle so that he wouldn't notice.

"You're drunk, Eris. I can't–" Chandra tries to say. But his face is dangerously close and he is now exposed, his offhand demeanour replaced with subconscious fright and slight patience. He wonders what will happen and why he is here and this is fucking ridiculous I should have just left, his face becoming closer to Eris' until soft lips and alcohol meet his. Time stops and all he can taste and feel is Eris, arms winding themselves around each other like tree roots.

Eris trails his lips down Chandra's throat and he gasps, love bites forming too quickly for him to comprehend. Soon there are mauve marks all over his collarbones and he wants more, even though it's near midnight and his parents will come back soon.

"You're beautiful, moon boy," Eris mumbles into the crevices and cracks of his neck. He's definitely drunk, Chandra thinks. That thought is buried under the moment and his head swims as Eris asks, "Want to come to my place?"

"Fuck yes."

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The two somehow make their way to Eris' house, a modest detached one that makes Chandra second guess where he's going. Contrary to his presumptions, Eris doesn't live in a humongous mansion. The thought relieves him, for some reason.

The house is empty as Eris opens it. Everything else is a blur as they somehow end up in his bedroom with half their clothes on, the dim lighting of a hallways outside his room revealing only his jawline and mouth. Chandra doesn't know what's happening and all he does is accept it, letting hands roam the sides of his ribs and the hollows of his neck. It turned from kissing to making out and now to this, and he doesn't stop it. Hickeys line his chest and lead everywhere and nowhere, Eris' tongue sliding downwards and Chandra wishing that this will never end.

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(not edited)

I had to write something because I couldn't get enough of my lil moon boy

expect more, I guess