Heart groaned and rolled around in his sleepy state.
It was so hot.
He couldn’t find a comfortable position and his brain wouldn’t stop working or going over everything he had to do at school and work. He twisted around with a sigh and sat and then stood up again; he looked at the clock, two in the morning.
The miles of lists he had was bogging him down and he felt like he had no energy at all, anywhere in his body.
He closed his eyes, staring at the darkness of his own eyelids and sighing with regret.
‘Saint had come with flowers, and all you did was kick him out, you should have asked him to stay. Saint, oh, Why didn’t I ask him to stay?’
His mind wandered to the moment when Saint’s lips pressing against his own, their soft, sweet taste, the way his cheeks had felt pressed into him, The sand scratching at his body with every small movement.
Saint’s gentle breaths, his hand pressing against his cheek as his tongue delved inside his mouth tasting every crevice and corner.
The purr of delight, he gave, melting into him. A giant domineering man like Saint melting for him.
He had never felt such a feeling before in his life. That feeling of a powerful person losing their composure, the mask they placed up for the world to see, all of it slipping away, as they became comfortable for one moment.
Saint had lost that for him? Because of him?
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But then he had said he wanted to sleep with him, that, that was only where his intentions lay.
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And he knew Saint had somehow become his addiction.
He didn’t know how or when, but at some point he had irrevocably become tied to him.
That thought scared him, but also filled him with excitement.
He definitely had too much energy now to sleep.
“I am going for a run!”
“It’s two in the morning, but I am going for a run!” He said loudly, annoyed with himself. He walked out of his room, shoved his feet into his shoes, grabbed his phone, earbuds, and keys and walked out the door.
The park near his house was beautiful and the breeze was swaying lightly in between all the leaves.
Soft sounds burst all around him from the nightlife that was up and awake only at these times. He smiled.
The air felt pleasant on his skin and some of the restlessness he had felt before melted away at the refreshing and clean atmosphere, which were so far from his own nasty thoughts.
He ran around the small track that outlined the park that most of the old grandmas in his building used for their walking and daily exercises. He was slowly starting to feel unfettered and opened up his arms reaching wide to enjoy everything around him. He sighed, dropped his arms, reached in his pockets, pulled out his ear buds, untangling them, he stuck his ear buds in and played some music.
Heart enjoyed the soft melody that washed over him, enjoying the cool winter air on his skin. Heart liked the cool air in winter, it was refreshing and helped clear his mind; he enjoyed himself running slow laps around the small park, as the music lulled his mind into a heady stupor of numbness.
Some movement from the corner of his eyes, caught his attention and he slowed before turning and walking towards it. Under the moonlight, someone was running too. But the guy was running with purpose towards him, too far to make out, but his steps sure and purposeful.
Fast and hard.
Not like how Heart had been.
The man got closer and Heart saw that he looked down at the ground watching his own footsteps instead of what was ahead of him.
‘Dude, that’s a reckless way to run,’ Heart thought.
The guy was shirtless and his hair bounced up and down with every movement. He stopped, then leaning down to the ground, he grabbed Hearts’ water bottle without permission, opened it and took a sip before he poured the remaining part over his head and down his chest.
Heart was only a few steps away so he could hear his heavy panting and the moment the chilly water hit the guy that sharp intake of breath from the shock. Heart leaned forward.
Who was this moonlit god working so hard in the middle of the night?
He had never seen anyone in this park near his place before.
The person’s body was beautiful.
He had perfect form, the perfect build.
The soft lighting of the park and the moon mixed together casting dancing shadows that glistened off his toned muscles and the sweat that dropped slightly from his mesmerizing skin.
The man turned into the light from the lamp the darkness dissipating quickly and Heart froze.
At the very moment they both saw each other.
A heartbeat resounded in his eardrums, first slowly then speeding up until it was almost deafening.
All the while a shirtless Saint walked forward his long, muscular legs peeking out from his shorts. The perfect toned six pack that led into a triangular V dipped deep into his shorts. The top peak of it was exposed and then covered by the bursts of dark and light as he walked the short distance covering the space, each step bringing him in and out of shadow. The water dripped down each rib, the little droplets glistened every time the light hit him like tiny little gems on his skin.
Heart gulped, losing his breath.
Saint’s soft dark brown hair dripped and he shook it out with his hand before he stopped in front of Heart panting. The deep dark brown eyes stared into Heart’s with a purposeful desire.
He licked his thick, rich, lips and bit down on his bottom lip, while staring at Heart’s lips.
He stepped closer.
He reached his arm out and wrapped it strongly around Heart’s waist.
