Refugee

Chapter Five - Still Waters.

Amar and Samir found some of the boys already asleep when they got back to the tent. Those who weren’t yet, were just about to go to bed.

Samir avoided any contact with Mohmmad, although he felt him staring. He made up the simple bed, laying out the blanket, getting the sleeping bag ready. Amar had gone to talk to Nizar. Anas was there with them, but was already tucked up in the sleeping bag with his back to the other two.

Samir did wonder what they were discussing, if it was about him. He was sure Anas was listening. He decided it didn't matter one way or another. After kicking off his sneakers, he crawled into the sleeping bag, and turned to face the wall of the tent.

It was not long before Amar joined him, wriggling down beside him, and snuggling up. Samir hoped it wouldn't be a repeat of last night. It soon fell quiet, with the only sound being breathing, and the warm breath of Amar hitting the back of his neck. They fell asleep spooned together.

*****

Amar woke up even before it was really light, he stretched, yawned and enjoyed the warmth he felt from their two bodies lying in the sleeping bag together. Like usual, he had a stiffy, every morning was the same. The idea inextricably played through his mind to take his pleasure with the younger boy lying next to him. It would be so easy to do a repeat of the previous night. Just thinking about it sent sensations to his loins.

The thing was though, there was just something about this new boy. Perhaps he reminded him too much of himself? Maybe it was because he didn't talk? Or simply that he regretted forcing himself on the boy last night?

He got out of the sleeping bag, doing his best not to disturb the other boy. He walked over to the opening of the tent, stepping outside into the chill morning air.

Samir was not asleep, but he had not moved. He had felt the hardness of the older boy. How could he not have, lying there so closely? It surprised him that Amar did not take him, like the last time.

Amar was not the only one awake before dawn. Nizar slipped through the tent flap to join him outside. The stars were fading in the lightening sky. The camp was still. Nizar noticed the bulge in his friends jeans. "You left him alone," he said to Amar.

Amar stopped looking at the stars and turned towards Nizar, his hand falling automatically to his bulging crotch. "Yes," he replied wistfully. "I don't know what I'll do now." He smiled as he said that.

Nizar rubbed his arms with his hands, trying to warm his body against the chill. He had only a jumper and thin underpants on. "There was a poet we studied at school." He was looking Amar in the eyes. "I always remember these lines: Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers: Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller."

A broad grin was on Nazir's face.

Amar embraced his friend, he liked Nazir. He hugged him, exchanging some of his warmth. Nazir laughed when he felt the bulge of Amar's crotch pressed against him. "I'm not going to take care of that thing for you."

Amar's hand dropped down the side of Nazir and came around between them. He gave Nazir a gentle squeeze on his junk. "No, I can see that," he joked, "there's nothing there. You must have enjoyed yourself last night with Anas."

"I always enjoy myself with Anas, he loves me."

Those words hit Amar stronger than the chilled air. 'He loves me' played in Amar's head; and his thoughts turned to the boy in his bed.

"I need to get back inside. It's freezing!" Nizar exclaimed.

"And put some clothes on," Amar added.