Chariots on the Highway

by Limor Moyal

  “If that’s the case maybe it’s better if I run right now,” answered Tom with a malicious grin that made Dan roll his eyes.

  But Tom was worried, something about that statement sounded fatalistic.

  “Gravity is an amazing thing, Tom,” said Dan, “You don’t really think about it until you fall, and then you realize, you’re its prisoner, eternally bound to it with no way to fight it,” Tom didn’t really understand what Dan was trying to tell him, it sounded like another one of the extremely pessimistic declarations that characterized him so well.

  “And then comes one rebellious kite and proves it wrong,” Tom tried putting holes in his theory.

  “Or maybe a soap bubble,” replied Dan, “They can fight gravity pretty well, you know? They kill themselves a second before it pulls them down to their inevitable death.”

  “Flora?” asked Tom.

  “That too,” answered Dan.

  Silence again, for Tom it was long and insufferable.

  “Tom, I've had some time to think about what you said, missing you almost killed me. I don’t know how to define what I feel, or what’s happening to me, but I know I'm not going to let you go and I will do everything in my power to keep you.”

  Tom felt as if he was stabbed in the heart, it was even worse than he had imagined. Dan was willing to force himself to have sex with him just to make him stay? The sobs he held in his throat formed pools of tears in his eyes, “Are you doing me a favor Dan?”

  Dan looked at him, shocked, trying to understand what in his words made Tom come to this idiotic conclusion, “What are you talking about Tom? Do you even know me? I'm self-centered enough that I won’t do anything uncomfortable, no matter what, I want you, I'm attracted to you, I always have been and I just don’t know what to do with it… but I want to try, Tom, please.”

  The tears overflowed “So try with someone else! I'm not your guinea-pig, you will not touch me only to prove to yourself that you’re straight and leave me like road-kill. I know you’re self-centered, Dan and that’s exactly what I’m scared of. You want me to stay, you’re willing to do anything for that, but you don’t stop for one second to ask yourself how I fit into the picture. I'm broken enough as it is, Dan. One more punch and it’s a knockout.”

  Dan was angry at Tom’s response but he also understood, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Tom. He would hurt himself before hurting Tom, but how could he convince him? Dan knew that the time for words was over.

  “I don’t want anyone else Tom, I want you, only you! All of you,” he quietly said as he came closer to Tom, still not touching, but Tom could feel his body warmth and started to get excited. He didn’t know whether to succumb and devote himself, or stand up and run, his heart was beating intensely and Dan’s piercing eyes awakened his body, he saw Dan’s eyes go through a metamorphosis .The blue rings edged out and black dilated pupils took over Dan’s cornea, the look of a predator? Of night? A look of passion?

  “When I was a child…” whispered Dan close to his face and Tom could smell the warm skin, the soap, and a hint of mint tooth-paste, smells which were all Dan. He tattooed this aromatic cocktail onto his soul, he wished for Dan’s smell to be only his, “... and I would cry, my mom would kiss my tears. She told me she could kiss my pain away,” Dan brought his face closer to Tom’s and his warm tender lips gathered a tear from Tom’s cheek.

  Tom couldn’t breathe, the touch, however minimal, brought him to a full erection within seconds, and his heart almost exploded with anticipation. He couldn’t move and all of his senses were sharpened, he wanted to savor this moment in his consciousness as much as possible.

  Dan's lips moved to the other side and gathered two more tears off of his cheek and eye, Tom felt a warm tongue gathering his tears, comforting, arousing. Maybe it wasn’t the intent, but Tom had just experienced one of the most erotic moments of his life.

  When the tears stopped flowing, Dan looked at him. The blue rings in his eyes disappeared, and Tom saw how Dan’s pupils, changed into two black holes. He knew he was about to fall into them, he knew that from that fall, there would be no way back.

  Dan came closer and put his lips to Tom’s.

  Warm lips were squeezed together. Tom loosened his lips and opened them slightly, he felt a wet hesitant tongue invading and pressed between his lips. Tom gave in and got closer. The tips of both tongues met and salty tears melted in between them. Together they tasted each other, sharing pain and tears and spit and longing, and inside this erotic wrapping, the salty water, that was sorrow and pain, absorbed into both of them to make room for passion.

  The kiss intensified, they locked their lips together and explored each other. Drinking each other, as if they had discovered water after a long thirst, swallowing, relishing each other’s taste. Dan came closer and pressed his body against Tom’s.

  Dan rubbed himself into Tom, and for the first time in his life his cock met another. Sometimes, when Dan would think about this moment in his secret dreams, he’d move in between the fragile space between fear and yearning, but now, with him being captured in this magic, the sensation was intoxicating. Tom’s hard cock was blunt proof of the intensity of his craving for Dan.

  Dan needed the reassurance, it was necessary for him to know that he was on the right track and he deepened the kiss; he wanted more, he wanted it all.

  The lustful tongue determinedly and intensely penetrated Tom’s mouth. Dan put his hand under Tom’s shirt and felt his warm skin and firm body, so different from a woman’s body, so right. He put his hand on Tom’s back and pulled him closer.

  He turned him, and placed him on his back, then leaned over him and spread his legs, and place himself in between them.

  He grabbed Tom’s hands and pressed them against the mattress, he was capturing him, chaining him. He stopped the kiss, staring at this beautiful man that had captured his heart and body, “Tom…”, he whispered, “I've missed you so much, so fucking much so that it became physical pain,” he pressed his body against Tom’s, putting his lips against his ear, breathing him. He licked his ear lobe and whispered, “I want you so much!” he breathed heavily into Tom’s ear, grabbing onto his ear lobe between his teeth, biting and licking.

  Tom was breathing heavily, he could barely prevent his body from the spontaneous orgasm that threatened to erupt. He whispered back to Dan, “So take me!”

  Dan lifted himself up and looked at him, with a look of a hungry predator ready to pounce. He tightened his grip around Tom’s hands almost to the point of pain, as if he were answering him, without words, as to how much he was determined to hold him and not to let him go. And with no further preparation, he smashed his lips on Tom’s, penetrating Tom’s mouth with his tongue; his need to take, fuck, claim and taste was so intense that he could barely control himself.

  The kiss heated, hungry lips, a tongue’s duel. It was a kiss of passion, it was a wordless dialogue that revealed deeply kept secrets, it was like signing a contract with the body’s ink. It was a moment of complete and mutual devotion, of body and soul. It was an unforgettable moment, in the lives of two men. It was a mythical kiss.

  They were both close, and the primal urge towards the peek took control over their bodies. Still connected with a kiss that didn’t cease for a moment, Dan rooted himself deeper between Tom’s spread legs, pressed his cock to Tom’s and began moving with gentle rubbing motions, like an erotic dance.

  He loosened the grip on Tom's hands, and instead, collected Tom into a tight hug. Tom surrounded Dan with his arms and together they created a hermetic bond of bodies. The excitement, the deep kiss and the dance, brought them both to the peek.

  Tom let out a deep moan from the bottom of his throat, into Dan’s mouth, kissing and biting Dan’s lower lip, while moaning and cumming hard into his sweat-pants.

  Dan could feel Tom’s orgasm, like pulses of electricity.

  And at the very same second, he let go of the control that he was barely holding, and spiraled into
a tremendous climax that he never knew was possible.

  His eyes were closed, but he could see a white light, and sparkling in his eyes. He realized that, until this second, he didn’t know what an orgasm really was. It was like an immense shaking volcanic eruption that he had never experienced before.

  Waves of wet lust sprayed out of him, again and again, without ceasing. This moment of pure joy, was long and exhilarating and accompanied by groans of despair and triumph that emerged from his depths.

  His whole body was shaking from the intensity of the experience, and the shaking did not cease even after the wave transformed into a sweet post-orgasmic nirvana, and for a moment it seemed to him, as if he sunk into a different level of consciousness.

  They were laying down, still connected. Breathing heavily, soaking in their own bodily fluids. Sweat, spit, tears and cum. Dan collected himself a little and felt how the oxygen flowing back in his body was bringing his brain into active thinking. He rolled onto his side, still holding Tom, still frightened that the magic would break, that the dream would shatter, that Tom would run away.

  They were laying on their sides, with legs entwined, Dan looked at Tom’s closed, calm face, and blue shadows flickered on a masculine cheek, stained with bristles. The shining scar reflected off of the moonlight. He smiled to himself.

  Tom opened his eyes, looked at Dan, and smiled back. They were quietly staring at each other, as if they were seeing each other for the first time.

  “Tom. I never came like that in my life. I didn’t know it was even possible, I came inside my pants without you even touching me! I feel like a boy in middle-school,” admitted Dan, and blushed.

  “I agree with every word,” answered Tom with a teeth baring smile that suddenly Dan wanted to taste again, “I feel the same.”

  “Yeah, but you’re much closer to middle-school than I am, Texas!” Dan replied with a smile and Tom rolled his eyes at him.

  “Yeah, but I do have more sex mileage than you, Jedi!”

  Dan turned serious, the thought of Tom with someone else enraged him, jealousy was a relatively new emotion for him. He’d been introduced to it since Tom had entered his life, it was a sour, poison-green, cruel feeling that he’d prefer to leave outside his emotional spectrum, but deep inside he knew that it was the side effect of being in love, and he was willing to go through hell if it meant Tom would be his, “Let’s decide that we don’t talk about sex with other people when we're together in bed, unless you want to hear about Lena…,” this time it was Tom that became serious, he didn’t want to hear about Lena or anyone else that had touched Dan.

  “Tom, I felt as if I took a bite of the forbidden fruit and now I developed an appetite, I want you to teach me everything, everything!”

  Tom lightly kissed him on his lips and ran his fingers through Dan’s wild, black mane, something he’d dreamed of doing countless times and never thought he could actually do.

  “I'm willing to teach you everything, Dan, I'm dying to. I just hope your learning curve is faster than your decision-making mechanism. Because I'd love to get to fourth base in this decade!” teased Tom with a wink.

  Dan smiled, knowing he deserved it, “That depends on your teaching skills, Texas”, he said and came closer to Tom, he wanted to taste him again, he ran his tongue on Tom’s lips, asking for permission to enter, and yet again, they dove into a lazy pleasuring kiss, urgency-free this time round. Now, after the magic they had in bed, they wanted to get close again, to touch again. The kiss started to heat up, and the blood started to flow again to the groin. Tom stopped the kiss and whispered, “What do you think about taking this lesson to the shower? I'm sticking to my sweat-pants and you’re sticking to your ‘Heisenberg’.”

  Dan nodded, gave him a hand and helped him get up, and hand in hand together, he led Tom to his shower.

  Dan’s bathroom was magnificent, covered with black Italian marble on the floor and walls.

  On the right, a deep bath and on the left, the shower. They stood at the center of the room, this time in the light, it was harder to escape reality this way, it was happening! And they were both excited and embarrassed.

  They stood in front of each other, shy, looking into each other’s eyes, into each other’s soul. Tom took his shirt off and exposed his impressive golden chest, the broad shoulders, and the masculine arms. Dan could feel his cock responding, and not for the first time, at seeing this body. Only difference, that this time, he didn’t have hide it, not from Tom, but mostly not from himself, it was a huge relief.

  Dan took his shirt off as well, each one still locked on the other’s gaze, still looking, only into the eyes.

  Tom took his pants off and threw the pants on the floor and stood naked, erect and proud.

  Dan let his eyes feast on the male perfection that stood before him. The full perfect cock pointed directly at him, as if to saying, “YOU!”

  He took his pants off and revealed himself to Tom, "Naked and yours," he whispered, giving back Tom his own words, words that were a breaking point once, but felt so different at that moment in time.

  Tom looked at Dan’s body, at his begging, dripping erection and got the approval he’d waited for so long. The approval that was evident in front of him, beating with anticipation, but moreover, in his blue eyes, wet and craving, that were staring at him.

  They went into the shower together and soaped each other under the steaming hot stream of water. Curious hands touching for the first time, little tender kisses on wet, beating skin. Dan was touching Tom, running his bare fingers on the skin that showed memories of sun. His hand explored Tom's chest, slid down over firm hills of abs and down lower following the golden trail directing him towards his destination.

  His hand touched Tom, there, in the place he had never touched before, the velvet-like skin rubbed against his palm, and he wanted more, he grabbed Tom’ cock in his palm, felt how hard he was, how hot and needy. He couldn’t stop, he needed more.

  They kissed and touched each other until the water began to cool down. Tom shut the water stream and looked at Dan, his masculine beauty, the light skin and the blue eyes glittered with black marble in the background.

  “In all the months I've lived here, this part of the house, your bedroom and bathroom were always off-limits, not because I physically couldn’t go inside your personal space, but because I never thought I'd be invited here; Now, when I'm standing in your shower for the first time, it feels like a conquest,” Tom said.

  Dan came closer and hugged him, trying to give him the reassurance that he needed. Trying to tell him that he was welcome, embraced, that he would always be welcome to share Dan’s intimate space, that this space was empty and cold without him in it.

  “You think you were never here, Tom, but let me tell you a secret: These walls, this black marble, they know you well. I've seen your face looking at me so many times when I came to take a shower here and exploded my frustration with you all over the black marble. I admit, I never imagined you’d really stand here next to me, I never thought it was possible, I didn’t think I really could, or that you’d really want to, but ever since I saw you, Tom, I've never really showered here without your image in my mind.

  Now, when you’re here with me I want…,” he hugged him tightly, “I want you so much, Tom… can you feel how much I want you?” he said and rubbed against Tom, body to body, erection to erection.

  Despite the fear, despite the doubts, despite the lack of experience, Dan slowly slid down to his knees, Tom tried stopping him “Dan! You don’t have to… prove anything to me!”

  But Dan went on, he had to prove, he had to taste. He wanted to take Tom in his mouth more than anything else. While on his knees, he raised his head with a blue look and answered, “I’m not about to prove, I'm about to suck you off!”

  Tom smiled, “God, Dan, the things that come out of your mouth.”

  Dan smiled, “The things that go into my mouth…,” and ran a flat tongue on Tom’s tip, collecting
the salty drop of precome waiting for him there. He wanted more and swallowed Tom deep into him, the deepest he could get Tom's cock into his throat.

  He sucked, licked and wrapped with everything he had, everything he felt towards Tom he expressed with this act of giving and devotion.

  Tom moaned and could barely control himself, he put his hands on the shower walls, tilted his head back and closed his eyes, giving in to the pleasure, “Dan I'm about to come, if you can't take it, now would be the time…,”

  Dan didn’t want to let go, if he would have thought about swallowing another man’s cum, outside this very moment, the idea would have probably sickened him. Now, when he was lost in this moment, he wanted to swallow it all! He wanted very drop of Tom.

  He wanted to claim a piece of Tom as his, he wanted to ensure that Tom was his, inside him.

  He swallowed Tom’s cock as much as he could, into his throat, almost to the point where his lips were touching the base, and felt Tom shooting himself into his throat, with the immense tidal waves of an orgasm.

  He didn’t loosen his grip even after Tom wasn’t cumming anymore, he didn’t want to let go. He felt Tom softening in his mouth, he felt trembling fingers going through his wet hair and grabbing his head.

  He could hear Tom's heavy breathing, or maybe it was his. He felt his knees painfully pressed underneath him, into the hard, cold marble floor.

  He felt his own seed, heavily dripping on his shaking wet thighs. He’d cum yet again, without even touching himself.

  He felt Tom’s sweet, salty taste in his mouth.

  He smelled the soap, sex and desperation. The smell of musk, sweat, and cum in Tom’s groin. He drowned his nose deeply into the golden locks, to breathe it all in.

  He felt! Finally he felt!