Desperation

THIRST

Dan Avidan was always a laid-back and comforting soul, soothing his temperamental friend (or perhaps more than that) as much as one could possibly manage. He was the yin to Arin's yang, the puzzle piece that so perfectly fit into the other. However, there were a few exceptions that were made for Dan. He had never been the person to play horror games, and would never be  the one in control - never. Maybe it was the way that the figure jumped at the screen. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to be cradled in Arin's firm yet squishy arms. But whatever it was, Dan wanted to Arin bad - as in horribly, excruciatingly and desperately bad.

Heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the room. Although Dan tried to contain himself, he couldn't help but leap into Arin's side as a screeching noise suddenly played. The two tumbled onto the wooden floor, faces inches apart. The heat between their cheeks lingered, and Arin couldn't help but smile.

" Wow, Dan, I knew that you were scared, but I didn't know you wanted to turn this into a whole different thing. "

Unfortunately, Dan was too focused on the other man to hear what he was saying. Arin's caramel-like eyes trapped him, and all of a sudden it turned out to be much more gay than expected. He couldn't help but inch his face slowly towards his co-worker, wondering what would happen, his thoughts swarming his mind.

Arin, on the other hand, went straight for the kill. His soft lips sank into Dan's, every so often letting their teeth collide. It was like your first kiss in high school - clumsy, but ever-so desperate and invigorating. A few moans could be heard from both of them as Arin pulled Dan's curly hair. The two inched away, letting the other breathe for a while as they wondered what just happened. This was true bliss. This was love.