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He's Into The Ice King 29: Labios Compartidos

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Nathaniel,

It’s been two months, five days and ten hours that we aren’t talking anymore. Yes, I’m couting it, and yes I’m sitting down at my table, writing this letter to you. You’ve done this to me baby, you’ve brought out this pathetic sap in me.

Why am I not typing this on my new laptop, you may ask? Well because, I see this romantic gesture where I write this in my perfected calligraphy, write words of love to you, and as you read it, you realize you should forgive me, and you embrace me, you hold me and you don’t let go... ever...

Don’t you see what you’ve done to me, Nathaniel? For Christ’s sake, I was THE ICE KING, the unwavering and merciless jerk. I still pretend that I am, but you know better, you know I’m not. Even though, I try glaring at you and hating you, I can’t. The moment I lock with those chocolate eyes of yours, I melt. I turn into a mush. I tried, Nathaniel. I tried so hard these past few weeks to hate you, but it's not working.

I want to hate you because you hate me. I know you hate me. I can see it in your eyes, the eyes that once looked at me with care, the eyes that sent waves of pleasure and lust through my body, the eyes that comforted me in my darkest moments. It pains me to see you like that because I know I did that to you. I would give anything to see those dimples and that dazzling smile of yours directed at me. I would give anything just to run my hand through your blond tresses. And most of all, I would give anything just to taste those pinkish lips of yours.

You know, I’ve been playing this song from Beethoven for days now. Its melody is entracing, kind of melancholic, but utterly beautiful. It reminds me of my love towards you. I’d love to play it for you someday, but I know I won’t have the chance to.

I want to cry again, Nathaniel now that I am writing this. My heart is constricting under this unbearable ache because I won’t probably have you again. It’s a pain like any other, and I want to hate you for inflicting it on me. I want to hate you so much, but I just really can’t. I love you instead, I love you with every beats of my heart and every breath I take. No matter what I do or where I am going, I’m still searching for you. My body has been longing to be showered with your kisses. Funny to think how he knows where he belongs. But sadly, you’ll never know it. Never will...

Always yours,
Andrew

***

Nathaniel wiped off the dumpness from his forehead with his towel as he finished with basketball practice. Harold shot him a weird questioning side glance, as he did for the past months or so. Nathaniel sighed know that he will have to confide in his friend sooner or later. But he’d just rather forget, obliterate any memory of his relationship with Andrew from his mind.

Blake, one of the boys from the team asked him if he was alright. He just nooded his head and mustered a faux smile. This is how Andrew must have felt with all those faux smiles, the thought fleeted his mind. Despite trying to think as least as possible of the brunet, Andrew always find a way to creep him into his thoughts.

“Let’s go to class, Nathaniel.” Harold called him.

“Sure, let’s just go to my locker, I have to grab something.” Nathaniel said, fastening the laces on his shoes.

This morning, they’ve had an early practice because basketball competition was approaching. Nathaniel occupied himself with school, work, and basketball. He was doing anything to avoid thinking of Andrew. He decided he would go away for the summer, he needed the break from New York. He thought of visiting his brother who was somewhere in California. He was a couple years older, and he was artsy type that lived nomadic life, but he figured he’d want some adventure in his life. He had to talk to him yet, but he didn’t see why he would see no.

Walking down the hallway, some people shot him curious glances. Apparently, Isabelle spread humor of him and Andrew being caught in an embrace. As it usually happens, she added some things, just to make it juicier. According to her, they had tongues shoved down each other throats, and basically, ripping each other’s tuxes apart. Well, that would have probably happened if they didn’t interrupt them, but that’s beside the point.

The rumor started circulating through the school hallways as soon as they returned from winter break. Most of the people shrugged it off, since that girl was apparently a bit wacko and a pathological liar. However, as people usually are, they couldn’t contain their curiosity and seemingly analyzed Nathaniel and Andrew more closely than usual.

The worst case was probably one of the Andrew’s minions, Kyle, who tried to “over-throne” the ice king, calling him a gay in front of everyone. Andrew smiled at him and seemingly unperturbed continued on his business. Just a couple of days later, the ferocious brunet entered the school with bunch of flyers on his hands. As the ice king he was, he passed down the hallways, throwing the flyer everywhere. Each of them contained a big print picture of the said Kyle, doing a lap dance on a woman thrice his age. Rumour has it, he was one of his father’s business partners. Wrapping all those loose ends, Andrew send one of the flyers neatly folded in a letter addressed to Kyle’s parents as well that woman’s husband. Well, let’s just say, poor Kyle, didn’t end up well at all.

Nathaniel was a witness to Andrew’s fury that time. He followed the ice cold brunet as he conducted his revenge. He wondered why did Andrew do this. He actually never got the chance to ask him how did he obtain dirty secrets on people.

When their eyes met for the briefest moment, Nathaniel just shook his head at Andrew disapprovingly. He could’ve sworn, he noticed Andrew’s eyes saddening. His palms itched to touch his face, but he willed himself to stay in place.

He couldn’t deny it, he missed Andrew, he missed him terribly. Sometimes he wondered what would’ve happened if he didn’t push him away on that cold night a months ago. He missed Andrew’s smell, he missed those rare moments that the would lower his guard for Nathaniel. He missed his unblemished, soft, alabaster skin. He missed those deep green eyes that would sparkle with affection only for him. It seemed as if Andrew ingrained his self in Nathaniel’s very being, and being away from him caused Nathaniel to wither slowly.

He looked at Andrew as he sat in his seat. Andrew was sitting diagonally a couple of seat in front. His eyes were trained forward, Nathaniel just seeing part of his face that wasn’t covered by his black hoodie jacket. He propped his chin on his palm, looking at the teacher, and writing little notes every now and then. Nathaniel was observing his every move, his unconscious mind satisfying its need for Andrew.

Suddenly, Andrew looked straight at him, his brows furrowed, his gaze lost and sad. Nathaniel’s chest fluttered, that annoying dull ache intensifying. They locked gazes like this before Nathaniel broke away, pretending to be listening to the lecture, his heart beating faster.

He clenched his fists hard, taking his all his willpower not to chase after Andrew at the end of the class. It seemed that both of them were broken and suffering, but he couldn’t bring himself to forgive him. He was scared, scared of betrayal and scared of being hurt again by the same person.

***

Andrew was strolling his fingers over the keys, playing the same tune he did for the whole month. His eyes were closed, his head slightly swaying, and his ears drinking in melody, as if willing to take the pain away. Tips of his fingers prickled from continous playing, but he didn’t care. He had bigger ache somewhere in his chest, and if playing his fingers until they bled would help take it away, he’d gladly do it.

His trash bin was filled with unsent letters. A knock on his door startled him from the trance. He stopped playing abruptly, rubbing his fingers together to get rid of the prickling. He turned sideways on the bench, looking at the door.

“Come in.” He said, his voice a bit hoarse from the silent crying he did, when no one was around.

His father came in, with a little smile on his face. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and strong physique. His head was balding, but he used to have color as Andrew. He would have been mistaken for some big brute if not for the calculated and intelligent look of his blue eyes. His manners revealed a shrewd, but also quite sophisticated man. No wonder why he was so successful in business, many people tended to underestimate him but would be proven wrong quiet quickly.