UNTITLED MASTERPIECE

Part One: BODIES

PACTS (Part One)

Ian awoke that morning to the sound of someone else breathing. Neither had moved, or at least very little. Kellen’s sleeping face was mere inches from Ian’s and his forehead was touching his. Ian could feel the soft blonde curls of Kellen’s hair fall against his own skin. He dared not move. He just allowed himself to take in what was so peaceful, breathing in restful sleep, beside him.

His eyes could see the long lashes, and the eyeballs darting dreamily behind closed lids. The perfect nose in the center of a face dusted with morning shadow, above a little cleft in the chin and the point of a square jaw. He looked at the masculine lips that he remembered kissing tenderly hours before, and the long, lean neck he had nuzzled.

And there were the square shoulders, the muscled chest covered to perfection in blonde hair; he had never seen blonde chest hair before. His eyes moved lower, to the six-pack abs, spotted with dry white flakes, and the little trail of dark blonde hair, leading to a nest of the same color. In his own hand, resting across his wrapped fingers lay a penis, pink and flaccid, larger around than his thumb, its head nestled against his thumb.

His other hand rested on Kellen’s thigh, which lay across him, relaxed but tight and muscular. He looked for an inch of body fat anywhere on the man’s body, but it couldn’t be found. Ian gently let his hand run from Kellen’s thigh to his buttocks, tight and smooth.

Ian sighed and looked again at the man’s face. This time he saw sleepy blue eyes looking back at him, and a smile. Ian knew he was smiling back, even though his mouth was unusually dry as cotton, and he could hear his temples pounding. He had never had a hangover before, but if a symptom of a hangover was having something like this so close to him every morning, he was all for it.

Nothing was said, even when they discovered Ralphie calmly on the bedroom floor beside him. Kellen simply took Ian’s hand and led him to the shower, turning on the water and stepping in with him. They smiled and washed each other’s bodies down, running their hands in places they may or may not have touched the night before, kissing and jerking each other off one more time.

They stepped out of the shower and dried each other and quietly pulled their clothes back on. Ian was surprised at how easy it all was, so different than the morning after Billy. He had no fear, and wasn’t desperate to get away before he saw anyone. While nothing was said the morning after Billy, nothing needed to be said this morning with Kellen.

Before he left, Kellen bent down and petted a happy Ralphie and said, “Come on boy, let’s get you fed.” He walked over to where Ian stood watching him and took him in his arms and simply held him close.

Ian sighed, “I’m not real sure what do say.”

“No need,” Kellen assured. “This may never happen again, and it just might. Some time we might even do more, if that’s what we feel like doing. We enjoyed it, and maybe we will again. That’s that.”

“Yep. That’s