Flickering Memories

Chapter 27

Third Person POV

Bernard was beside himself with profuse apologies when he realized the enormity of his blunder. He actually fell on his knees to plead for forgiveness from his master.

"All is forgiven, Bernard, just leave, please, and lock the door after you," said Kimmon.

Never looking up from the floor, Bernard turned around and left the room, closing the door and locking it after him.

Kimmon felt Copter's abdomen shaking under him.

Kimmon looked at Copter's face. The bloody bastard was giggling silently, his adorable dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks, melting any negative feelings from Kimmon's chest. But how could he find this situation funny! Kimmon had never felt so mortified in his whole life!

"I'm so sorry, Dr. K," Kimmon said, his eyebrows furrowing. He was back to calling Copter Dr. K.

"It's Copter, you idiot," said Dr. K before pulling Kimmon's face down to his and claiming Kimmon's lips.

With one swift movement he had shifted Kimmon to a supine position under him.

The unexpected motion took Kimmon totally by surprise. It made Kimmon realize that even though Kimmon was the taller guy, Dr. K could handle him very well. His daily regimen at the gym had made his muscles firm and tough. Kimmon thought 'I wouldn't want to be at the receiving end of a well aimed fist of his. I would rather be at the receiving end of his kisses'. And those were exactly what he was receiving from Copter right now.

Kimmon opened his mouth to receive Copter's tongue and allowed him to explore inside, playing with his tongue and intermittently sucking on it. Kimmon felt Copter's hand caressing the side of his face as he kissed him deeply. His hands were travelling all over him, from his face, down to the side of his neck, to his chest, and then down to his waist......  

Once more, the green eyed monster raised its ugly head inside Kimmon's chest. Copter seemed to be an expert at lovemaking. 'With whom had he been doing this aside from me' Kimmon thought with a twinge in his possessive jealous heart.

Kimmon broke the kiss and placed his hand on Copter's to stop its motions.

"Copter... "

"What? Dammit, Kimmon, what important thing do you need to say in the middle of all this???"

"How many lovers have you had before me?" 

For the life of Kimmon, he couldn't help asking the question that was burning in his mind and could not, would not be quenched unless he received an answer for it. 

'One day, my jealous and possessive nature will be the death of me' Kimmon was telling himself remorselessly.

Copter looked at him dumbfounded. Kimmon could tell from his expression that this was the last question he had expected to hear.

Slowly he lifted himself from Kimmon, bending down to retrieve his shirt from the floor.

Kimmon didn't care that he had interrupted Copter's lovemaking.  He. Just. Needed. To. Know.

"Why won't you answer me, huh? Huh?" Kimmon was starting to get upset at Copter's silence.

He watched Copter angrily as Copter wordlessly put his discarded shirt back on.

"Copter!" Kimmon was yelling now, "why are you ignoring me???"

Copter stood up after he had placed all the buttons of his shirt back in the right holes.

He looked at Kimmon's angry face and said coldly, "Because you asked the wrong question. I am not your lover and you are not mine."

Kimmon could not believe what he was hearing.

"What, you thought one session of physical intimacy was enough to consider ourselves as lovers?" Copter continued when Kimmon just stared at him, seemingly shocked into silence.

A brief moment of angry silence ensued before Copter started walking towards the door.

Kimmon straightened up slowly and then stood up from the couch before saying dejectedly, "I guess not, Dr. K."

Copter had thrown at him the painful icy truth and he had no defense against that.

Kimmon tried to accompany Copter to his car.

"I can make it to my car without assistance," Copter said, brushing away Kimmon's hand as Kimmon tried to hold him back.

Kimmon could only stare from the doorway at Copter's receding back.

"Please prepare a hot bath for me," Kimmon said to Bernard who had been standing close behind me.

Bernard felt utterly miserable. He felt that his moronic intrusion in his master's study had been the cause of Copter's sudden departure.