Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for mature content.
Alan doesn’t quiet expect a lot from his new cramped narrow small-scaled home. Hes a bit optimistic about his new urban city in the outskirts of Scotland near the shores of Tweed River in Cheviot Hills. Alan knew why he moved down here not to expect great things from a foreclosed condo he’d bought sight-unseen but it took a few weeks of hard continuous labour, but he made it actually pretty decent hes kept the graffiti that the squatters before him left he has also kept the old dirty old fashioned rugs, also he had started to rebuild the broken shelves in the bathroom and paint them pure white to match the tiled ragged floor.
Alan is hopping to save up some money to deal with the water-damage under the cracked bathroom tiles when he can. Alan’s income is quiet low as is one and only profession is writing novels as he has done some in the past but hasn’t got a best seller. Yet. Until this year Alan’s goal in 2014 in his new house is to write the best novel that he can think of and sell it.
In the meantime Alan picks up spare cash at the local car wash or busking his own car wash a few times around his neighbourhood. So being perpetually short on cash makes it hard to meet people, but hes finally in a city that he thought would never have an actual gay scene, so hes confident things on that front will start happening soon. All, in all he has a good feeling about his new life. Until some unwanted things start to happen once more.
7/11/2014
5.30am
The White cubed alarm that was on the night stand near the rainbow coloured lava lamp animated its sound throughout the confides of the thickness of the walls awaking the inhabited creature that lurked under the warm covers. The inhabited creature tapped into his realm to make himself immune to his surroundings breathing in and out through his mouth piece. His waxed eyelids flapped open with an elastic hold as they adjusted to the dark that surrounded his realm. He shot up really fast with a cold breath, his eyes darted around the thickness of the room, his mouth was wide open with his tongue resting on the bottom of his jaw with small bits of saliva starting to form within his mouth and his heart beated like a motor on a motorbike. Alan sighed shrugging his shoulders while dragging the covers off him lightly lobbing his knees over to the edge of the bed making them sit in the lodged position where under the knee sat perfectly above the beds edge. In slow motion he whipped his head feeling the sweat gather beneath his fingers as his fingertips slid across his face like a snail gathering sweat.
Alan entered into the cold shafted hallway padding through into the bathroom in only his white tightly fitted underwear like a dead zombie. His limbered up hands were out in front of him guiding him to the bleak room feeling his hairy bristles on his legs stand up to attention. He flicked the switch with his index finger, it made a small ‘click’ sound that made Alan raise his upper lip into a smile, he likes the sound when he turns the lights on, Alan diverted his attention to his sink, he looked at the mirror as he leaned on one side of his foot more than the other with a huff, he lifted his left hand to his chin feeling the small partials of black strands of wayfa thin hair that is forming on his chin and around his jaw line. “I think I need a shave”. Alan’s throat sounded deep as if he had a cold but, it always sounds like that. He liked his voice but sometimes he hated it with a burning passion in his cold hearted heart.
He latched his fingertips away from his straggle concocted beard, he slung both his hands gripping onto the side of the white contrasted sink tapping his hinged index finger in a rhythmic beat of his own heart. A lingering smirk approached upon his awoken self with a thought that hit him like a train. His eyes went wide with control latching onto his thought making sure it wouldn’t slip away just like that.
6.00am
Alan was up and running through the hills with the sun behind their backs making shadows before them. Alan is with his best pale Winston by his side, Winston was a blue eyed St. Bernard but with a thick black coat, waggly tail and stocky limbs for forearms. His had big paws for his breed of dog with a red collar around his neck with folds of fur and skin hanging around the sides. He too was plodding along Alan who wore his running gear with lime green trainers, a white singlet and black shorts that just go past the knee cap flapping in the wind as he jogs along pounding his feet to the hard ground.
On the way Alan and Winston stopped at the boat yard to pick up some fish for lunch the sky above them started to turn grey. Winston was waiting outside the shop sitting peacefully by the door watching people walk by. Alan was at the counter talking to a younger gentleman wearing green wellington boots, blue overalls and an orange beanie looking all scruff by the mustache that was covering his mouth oh and don’t forget the smell of dead fish that Winston loathed but Alan insisted for him to wait outside.
The Seaman took one look at Alan with a smile as he handed the fish that was now wrapped up in a botched paper covering held by an elastic band. “Here, you go sir”. He announced to Alan. Alan looked at him with a small smile. “Thanks”. “Have you got any plans for tonight?”. Alan thought about it for a moment before answering as he slipped the botched fish into his pocket. “Um, well-“. Alan was interrupted by a lady that was over hearing his current convocation with the Seaman. She looked richer than Alan, he could tell by her overly priced clothing and her red plumped up juice lips with a bit of white powdered foundation that made her eyes sparkle in the sun light. With a posh Scottish tone she cleared her throat like she was announcing herself. “You should go to the noodle bar just down that long street. Its a nice place to eat”. She smiled wavering her body to the exit as she existed the shop leaving it at that. Alan turned his attention back to the Seaman with a slight smile.
Alan raised his eyebrow. “Have you been there?”. He questioned the Seaman. He nodded. “Is it good?, not too expensive?”. “Its just right to fill your stomach with goodness”. “Well, that sounds amazing to me; my night has been officially sorted”. Alan nodded with a smile and walked back out to Winston witch he immediately greeted him with a wagging tail.
8.00pm
Alan normally doesn’t go out in Scotland at night but this time he made an effort. He just put Winston to bed, locked up the house and headed down the wet concrete streets of Scotland. Alan felt a shiver of half anticipation of intense fear run up his spine, he walked down the dark deserted alleyway he came to a sudden halt and looked up at this deserted street lamp flickering on and off above him. Oh man did Alan hate that, he has seen to many horror films to conjure up a story line in minutes in his head, but he hasn’t learned to turn that god dam switch off yet. He sighed hearing the only sound that lingered with him in this moment of time was the echoing of his boots bounding against the alley walls. Alan breathed deeply in, then out, watching his breath fog out before him on the cold November air consumed him as he wrapped his small arms around his skinny waist tightly trying to capture every warm spot that he could find.
It was eerily silent.
A few minutes later Alan creped out from the slinky dark alleyway seeing a wire fence separating it from the derelict houses beyond which were deserted except for a few homeless people littering the steps. A metal can over-flowing with trash was pushed against the fence he wrinkled his nose against the smell reaching into his jacket pocket taking out a scrap of paper with directions written on it and he faced the metal door set into the wall. His lips parted open away from the warmth from his own mouth. “Is this the right place?”. He spoke looking around for any sign of life in the two houses before him. The one on the left looked dead but the one on the right looked promising as it had lights on and he could hear people chatting within the walls.
Alan stopped just outside a small, oriental-looking building. Chinese red lanterns hung above him as the light shines through the beautiful dark red fabric and smiling lucky cats waved their miniscule paws waving at Alan from inside the restraint. The smell of the delicious mouth-watering noodle soup and the sign above the red door was enough to tell you what it was as it was a bit hard to see in the dark for him. Alan wondered inside with the fumes of food engaging contact with his sniffy nose and rumbly stomach. The usual sneer crept across his face lessening a little sneer and even managed a small smile. The blond haired waitress headed towards him wearing a white dress code and the usual black covered boots wandered up to him a smile showing her pearly white teeth and red juicy lips.
She cleared her throat and began to talk. “Hello. Sir, Come sit”. She insisted as she pointed to the bar holding out a menu for Alan. Alan nodded with a smile and walked over to the bar as she followed from behind. Alan had taken a seat she started to talk again. “We will be with you in a moment”. She said as she placed the menu beside Alan and walked off doing some other duties. Alan just sat there in ‘Aw’. There weren’t much people around but it looked like a good business. (Right now for the menu) Alan thought as he swivelled around facing the bar placing his hands on the bar table looking at the menu.
Alan had now placed his order and decided to go the mens room for a bit.
Meanwhile just outside the restraint an odd mysterious figure could be found wondering the streets decisively slow walking down towards the restraint with the sounds of his heal hitting the concrete floor. He was shallow skinned, dark thick black piercing eyes and a curtain of fair black hair that seemed to separate him from the rest of the inhabitants in this small city, his breath is very delicate as he breathed out in small clouds of air that parted his lips as he walked. Most of the people that passed him off as a figment of their imagination after all no such man could really exist. Right? He was dressed in a black robe with a high collar, why?, he looked like something out of a Dracula movie or something. It must have been their imagination but it was true.
The mysterious figure walked into the noodle restraint with no word everyone spotted him and just watched him as he stood there at the front door with a cringe in his expression, he pulled on through into more of the room knowing every eye inside was on him. The man held his breath slightly taking his seat in back of the corner as everyone was still looking at him. Alan on the other hand walked out from the mens bathroom and noticed that it was really quiet that it broke the gaze from the man in the corner and turned their attention to Alan. Alan stood there not knowing what to do, not knowing the man was looking at him from behind, he just laughed a bit with a shaky voice and sat back at the bar with a confused look upon his face as everyone turned their attention back to normal like nothing happened.
Meanwhile the man in the corner was still looking at Alan briefly making sure Alan wasn’t going to look his way. Alan on the other hand was oblivious to the man in the corner and turned his attention to the guy that was a few seats away from him. “Excuse me”. Alan said getting the mans attention. The man smiled at Alan as he took off his green hat and placed it on the floor against his laced up shoes that looked like they had been polished with the finest polish in town. “Yes, How can I Help?”. He questioned with a bit of a Scottish slur but Alan could still make out what he was saying. “What happened? just then? I’m confused”. The man nodded. “Ah I see, well the man behind you in the corner, don’t look at him –“. He paused showing the roof of his hand as a jester to warn him to not look. “- But he, of what we know he is an odd fellow”. He spoke eyeing Alan up removing his hand back to where it was. “Meaning?”. Alan questioned leaning forward a bit, he then sensed he was being watched with an intense gaze that made him turn into the direction of the man in the corner giving him the feeling of something that he could not describe knowing that the man in the corner new what they were just going to speak about.
Alan had no words. The mans cold sinister looks lingered upon Alan. Their eyes connected locked into place in a mysterious trance that Alan could not tare his attention away from. Something hit him in his heart that made him feel odd and also concerned. Within that moment everyone in the restraint was so quiet that it made the man in the corner tremble as his heart began to race, he froze, he leaped out from his seat with his eyebrows narrowed as he began slowly walking over to Alan with a beat in his step, he raised his figure as if he was about to say something to Alan who stood before him, Alan felt a little bit threatened seeing the man before him seeing he had a gap in his mouth half open, he exhaled air out, he quickly closed his mouth stopping in a split second as he stared upon Alan seeing those knowing eyes of chocolate brown with a hit of pure grey that looked at him with a terrified face expression that was perfectly hidden by his makeup that covered the emotion not that well as the man could sense that vibe that was coming of him.
The man took in a small breathe again, lightly with ease clenched his hand into a fist motion and swiftly walked out from the room with no word while Alan followed his movements with his eyes watching him leave restraint.
10/11/2014
6.00am
Alan’s senses come alive as his alarm blares off once again into the distance he wakes with a slight head ach. Alan quickly looked at the watch and saw that he was late again. (Fuck) he thought as he pulled off the sheets, only wearing white boxers, he ran over to his draws, pulled out a blue overalls tried to get them on as fast as he could with a bit of struggle, ran over to the door seeing Winston was still a sleep, he gave him a half smile as he ran out from the door and got onto his peddling bike and road off into town that was 10km away.
He had made it finally. Alan breathed out heavily as he placed his bike near the gas station. “I can never be late again; I’m getting to old for this”. He puffed out to himself, he heard his own voice talking to him, he puffed out again and he headed for the entrance.
Alan walked into the shop with a tired look on his face accumulating the tiredness just to catch up with him. “Hi Alan!”. A voice called over from the cashier point down the aisle. Alan jogged over to the cashier meeting a blue eyed, red curly fair haired girl witch was his best friend Allison. “Its so good to see, that your finally here, Alan!!!”. She squealed with excitement. Alan came in for a hug. “Oh. I have missed you”. He smiled. They loosened the hug. “You should come over to my place later and have drinks….Oh and bring Winston over too”. “Ah-“. Alan sighed placing his hand on his sweaty neck figuring out if he should write or go with Allison. “Come on, I haven’t seen you in ages”. Alan smiled. “I will go and have drinks with you”. “Good boy”. Allison snickered. “Hey!”. Alan harshly wined at her harsh words giving her a serious look of disappointment. This was an inside joke between themselves of Alan’s past relationship with a guy but Allison knows her limits with Alan as to where they stand and knows if she is pushing it too far.
A few seconds had passed just outside the carwash shop Alan was now getting started to wash a car that was parked in front of the gas station. A black sleek car was parked just a few steps away from Alan. You couldn’t see who was in it but the person within the confines of the car they could see out. That was that man again.
Alan stretched out his arm across the car, he holded the rag that was all wet and started washing the bonnet of the car. The sun above him bled down on his shoulders, he breathed out the hot air with his mouth latched open just a bit, his tongue slightly hung out from his teeth.
The man looked over at him and raised his left thick eyebrow with a small smirk. Some dirty thoughts slithered into his closed mind. (God he looks sexy….Maybe I should introduce myself….But how?). The man moved his eyes over to the gas station and saw that there was ice-cream on sale. (Mmm all men like ice-cream maybe I will get him one, he look’s hungry). The man unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door, waited for a moment to make sure Alan was watching him and he was in bits while he was washing the car. The man moved out from the car and casually swayed over to the gas station knowing he was being watched by Alan. His plan was working.
After the man was done he quietly walked out from the shop holding two ice-creams, he secretly hid them behind his back and slowly headed over to Alan. On the other hand he didn’t know he was being watched by Alan’s best friend Allison by the window waiting and watching if anything bad was going to happen, she held her breath in lightly, she clinged her left hand holding onto her trousers leg getting tighter and tighter, she watched the man that she knew and could not speak his name at this moment as he moved closer and closer to Alan.
While Alan had his back turned to the man. The man made a small grunt to get Alan’s attention and it worked. Alan turned around swiftly holding a wet rag expecting it was Allison but no it was the man that he saw at the noodle shop standing right in front of him. Alan’s heart rate blared off within him with fright as they both meet eyes. The man opened his mouth to speak as he parted his soft red lips. “I want to suck you-“. He paused for a moment then carried on, he raised his black thick eyebrow as Alan narrowed his eyebrows down wondering what this guy was saying to him, he calmed down for a moment. “Lick you….Wanna move my tongue all over you….Wanna feel you in my mouth-“. Just as the man said those deep words that echoed through Alan’s mind he felt a little bit shy. He has never been hit on this good at work or even in life. “Thats how you eat an ice-cream-“. The man removed his hands from behind his back and showed Alan the two ice-creams.
Alan just blurted out with laughter then he tried to stop as he could see the man wasn’t laughing. “Wow”. Was all Alan could muster up at this point, he was trying to calm down as he watched the man looking at every crevasse of the mans body, body movements and facial expressions that he started to loath this man emotionally. “You, look hungry!”. He sneered. He moved one of the ice-creams closer to Alan. Alan looked down at it with a small smile, his hand crept up to his neck holding it lightly in shyness, he slowly grabbed it from his hand almost touching his shallow skin with his. Alan looked up at him seeing those deep thick black eyes. “Thank you, I skipped breakfast today”. Alan said while he was un-wrapping the ice-cream wrapper and then discarded the wrapped into his overalls pocket.
Within that moment of silence Alan took one bite from the ice-cream feeling the cold in his mouth hit his teeth with ease. “You Like?”. He questioned as he stood back a bit leaning on one foot more than the other as he rested his shoulders. “Yes, this is just great!”. Alan smiled as he whipped his mouth with his left hand smearing the ice-cream content onto it rather than leaving it on his mouth.
Out from the blue Allison fastely walked over to Alan and the man that she can’t speak of with her hands in a fist resting beside her strained body. She reached them in a matter of seconds. Alan and the man took it back for a moment before they waited for her to speak. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Here?”. Allison quoted. She stood in-between Alan and the guy. Alan took it back for a moment seeing the man before him quiver a little, Allison stepped in front of him. The man took a few steps away from Allison not meeting anyones gaze, he slowly walked off not knowing what to do or say at this moment.
All of a sudden Alan stepped in front of Allison with a harsh look and tone upon his proceeded posture. “We were only talking, that is all-“. Alan turned to the man, he placed his hand out encouraging the man to come back as he spoke. “Come back, please-“. Alan froze again seeing the man look at him with that intense gaze that made him quiver with fright again, the man opened his dry mouth to speak but all he could muster up from this rude entrance of Allison was ‘I – I can’t-“. The man turned around when he did that Alan had a sudden urge he reached out and touched the mans shoulder with just one tap the man shrugged him off lightly not hurting Alan, he slowly walked back over to the car, took a deep breath and waited with the door fully locked with him inside breathing lightly from his mouth, his hands rested on the wheel tapping his index finger constantly, his eyes adjusted to the circumstances before him and watched the actions that played before him in peace.
On the other hand Alan turned back around to Allison and faced her with anger. “What the fuck? Was that for? Alli”. Alan had his arms folded before him with his eyes narrowed with a deep tone in his voice. “Well, I don’t want you getting hurt by him-“. “WHAT? Hello. As I said we were just talking and he gave me an ice-cream. How can you not say no to ice-cream?”. “Yeah, but that is the first sign that he likes you, I just don’t want you to go down that road again. Plus within mind the things that you get whenever someone new comes into your life-“. Allison had now over stepped her stay “ALLISON!”. Alan raws. He pointed his finger at her with his eyebrows narrowed down towards her. “I will say this again, as for how many times I have to say this to you too never to bring that up again. And look you did, I don’t know if we should ever be friends after this”. Alan continued. He came to a halt with a gap in his speech realising what he had just said to her. He saw her body crash a little she stepped back away from him fearing those words that he had just said to her. From her trembling lips all she could mutter softly was “Alan”. She whispered. She handed her hand out to caress Alan’s shoulder but Alan shook it off and stormed off towards his bike. “Alan, please. No, don’t go!”. Allison said. She saw Alan starting to cycle away from the gas station. Alan rode as fast as he could with the pain bearing around his chest as he spoke to himself “Don’t turn around, don’t look back”.
Alan reached his home in the hills. Alan walked in, locked the door behind him, placed the door keys on the side table and walked straight into the kitchen. He then open up the fridge, grabbed out a bottle of water, popped open the lid up and drank to his hearts content like gulping fish with closed eyes. He breathed out heavily like and excited puppy with anger in his breath like a fiery dragon; his body was fuming with emotional hate as if his brain was going to explode.
After a moment of stimulated anger he stopped in peace, he lowered the bottle away from his mouth with a blank expression revisiting the event in his brain with a calm controlled attitude. He thought for a moment. (Was I too hard on Allison? Should I go over to her house tonight? I think I should. But first I will have a shower to clear my mind).
8.00pm
Alan held his breath he walked up the concrete steps towards Allison’s house with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a bunch of flows in the other. Alan sighed he knocked on the door waiting for Allison to answer it. (Please answer it, please). With relief Allison opened the door with a smile, tonight she wore this beautiful tucked red floral dress that matched her pure creamy white completion she gazed upon Alan wearing a pink cotton sweater and black skinny jeans that matched his black glasses and convert shoes he smiled at her with his eyes of loving. “Come in”. Allison said with a smile seeing that Alan was holding something in his hands. Alison followed him from behind. “Hope I’m not intruding or anything-“. “No you’re not, Alan”. She smiled.
They both walked into the kitchen Alan immediately placed the vodka and the bunch of flowers on the side table. Alan chuffed. “These are for you-“. Alan looked up at Allison. “I am – I did mean those things I said. I am not sorry but you did push me”. “I know”. Allison whispered lowering her hand in front of her. “ I am not going to let this slip by, you know”. “I know”. Allison whispered again not looking at Alan. Allison looked up at Alan with a questioned gaze. “Are we still friends?”. Alan tilted his head as he perked his lips up at her, he raised his eyebrows up. “Yes of course we are, still friends. Come here”. Alan pulled her over into a hug with a half-smile as Allison did too.
8.50pm
Alan and Allison where now sitting in the dining room with a glass of vodka in hand chatting about anything that comes across their mind. Alan looked over at Allison with an idea. “Hey, so you know the man at the gas station, what is his deal?”. Allison took one sip of her drink before answering. “Well, to tell you the truth of why I was that angry was because he has done some bad stuff in the past that I am not repeating, you only have to hear it from him. I am not that kind of person to blab about other peoples lives. So yeah thats why I was like that also I don’t want you to get hurt again”. “Mm”. Alan nodded. “I see”. Alan continued with a smile as he took a gulp from his glass of vodka. “Well, what if we meet again”. “Well, I would prefer if you didn’t but its your life I can’t stop you. Can’t I?”. “No, you can’t-“. Alan laughed with a cheeky tone. Alan slumped up of the seat and headed back into the kitchen to get another bottle from Alison’s wine cabinet for another drink.
13/11/2014
8.00pm
Tonight is the night Alan is standing nervously at the red door of the Chinese restraint. Alan entered the room having that same smell lingered to his nose that made his stomach always rumble with hunger. Alan walked into the restraint with a smile as the same lady from the last time came up to him with a smile showing her white pearly teeth again. “Hello, Alan.”. She greeted, bobbing her head, her accent distinctly foreign, though her English seemed to be flawless. “Its nice to see you again here; will you be having the same meal again?”. Alan nodded politely, sitting down at one of the spare tables this time.
A few moments later, Feng placed a few plates, a bowl of noodle soup and a pot of green tea. “Thank you”. Alan said thanks to the waiter as he nodded and turned around and got accounted with his other duties throughout the whole night.
Alan had a mouthful of noodles he slowly looked around the room to see if he could see the guy again and he did just like that. But he didn’t look like he was the welcoming type at the moment, he had his back turned away from the crowed in the corner of the room sitting on the red leather sofas as he lightly ran his fingers thought his hair as he moved his head up lightly sighing as he breathed out moving his hand away from him onto his glass with his index finger moving it around the rim, Alan could see more of his body than his face. Alan thought for a moment. (Mmmmm what should I do?. Should I go over there?).
After a few hours Alan turned to face the man seeing he was still sat in the corner of the restraint running his fingers along the empty bowl of noodles feeling full while he brooded the things that happened at the car wash through his mind with this good looking guy that he didn’t know the name of the guy. He knew that something needed to change but, he was almost afraid of what that might mean. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a man standing with a white singlet, baggy pants and a lime green trainers on looking at him as if he was about to speak to him.
He turned around fast without letting Alan know that. It did spook him a bit, He leaned in. “Do I know you?”. He questioned as he placed his hands on his knees looking right at Alan. Alan gulped as he tried to think of something quickly to say and not to sound scared. “Yes, ah we met at the car wash; I must look a bit different in my normal day cloths. Let me introduce myself. My name is Alan Cumming”. He smiled shyly as he pulled out his hand from his trouser pocket for him to greet him
Instead the man just nodded at Alan as he put his hand back into his pocket with a soft “Oh”. “Snape”. Snape sneered a soft look as he rested his eyebrows down turning back away from Alan. “What’s the matter? You’re sitting alone in the corner of a very vibrant place”. Alan smiled lightly only to state the obvious. Snape turned to him again with his eyebrows narrowed down. “Oh, nothing- nothing”. “Small world I guess”. Alan added as he took a seat next to Snape. “So what brings you here? On this lovely night, it looks like you have a lot on your mind”. Snape looked at him again. “Why? Do you want to know? How I feel right now”. “I hate seeing people down. They should be happy”. Alan said folding his arms. Snape nodded. “You’re right about that. Well, I don’t know maybe because of this Allison that really hates me”. Alan thought about it for a moment. “Oh, yeah she can be like that. She is only protecting me-“. “You mean as a girlfriend?”. He said raising his eyebrow at him. (Why does this Snape guy want to know if I’m with her or not) “Oh no, were not- I’m not her type”. Alan stopped before he could say anymore.
Alan looked over at the clock on the wall for a quick second before Snape could say anymore. “Hey, this restraint is closing soon. Why don’t you come home to my place and we can talk some more? If you’d like?”. “I don’t think I should if I’m imposing on you or anything”. “Nah, you will be fine. Come along then”. Alan smiled leading the way as Snape followed close behind him.
While they were walking back to Alan’s house it was a quiet walk. They reached the house Alan turned to Snape as he noticed that the lights where on. “Nobody should be home. I turned off the lights when I left”. “Maybe it is your friend Allison?”. Snape thought with a questioned tone. (Mmm he could be right). Alan thought, he walked up to the door, pulled out his keys, jammed them into the door, turned the door knob swiftly, the door unhinged itself and Alan pulled the door towards him letting Snape in first but that was a bad move.
Out of complete nowhere Winston comes galloping towards Snape with jaws wide open snarling a deep concocted growl, Snape takes a step back bumping into Alan as he just walked into the house hearing this commotion. He realises what is happening and stands right in front of Snape feeling the tension rise in the room and then it just goes like that as Winston just backs off and walks away. Alan breathes out, he turns swiftly around back to Snape not knowing that he was that close to him with their noses where almost touching. “Sorry, about that. He has never done that before”. Alan said doing a half smile feeling his heart race within his caged heart. “Come on, lets go to the lounge”. Alan smiled as Snape followed him into the lounge.
Alan sat down on the sofa as did Snape. “I am really glad you showed up at the restraint”. Alan said. He looked at Snape. “Yeah, you’re lucky. I was because I wasn’t thinking of going tonight. But I did. And I’m glad I did too”. Snape smiled a little, he turned his attention to the room he looked around the room seeing all these books. “Do you write or something?”. Snape said. He turned his attention back to Alan. “Yeah, I’m a writer”. Alan said leaning back into the sofa more than before. “So what sort of stories do you write about?”. He questioned. “Um well I write about my life story basically in different stages of my life. What about you? What do you like?”. Alan said moving a bit closer to Snape. “I like a bit of action”. Snape sneered looking at Alan with those deep black mysterious eyes that made Alan emotionally quiver with the urge to shiver his spine with excitement. “So do I”. Snape moves his body slowly facing Alan. Alan is freaking out at this point on the inside but on the outside is a different story. He is completely calm.
Snape moves his head closer to Alan’s almost touching their noses together, Alan could feel Snape’s breath upon him also smelling this odd but amazing cologne that lingered on the shallow mans skin before him. Alan observed Snape’s perfectly hooked nose and the full lips. Those lips were so luscious and….kissable Alan thought. (How could someones face be so gorgeous? It was like magnetic force for his eyes), he didn’t want to look away. Alan noticed Snape was staring back at him and it was mesmerizing. Snape scooted a bit more close to Alan feeling their bodies almost touch their chests now their faces where almost inches apart.
Alan heard the steadily sound of the mans breath and he could now smell more of his cologne. Alan’s heart began to beat faster and Snape’s face got even closer to his. Snape’s right hand was creeping slowly up to Alan’s arm, as the other interlaced their fingers together. This was the most bliss exciting feeling that Alan has had even a strong connection or experience with. “How does this feel?”. Snape’s voice whispered into Alan’s ear, he then moved his face back into the same position he had it before looking into Alan’s eyes with desire. Alan couldn’t say anything so he just barley smiled. Snape moved his longish bleak fingers across the soft skin of Alan’s arm, he rubbed up and down slowly feeling the bristle hairs that where on his arm in a rhythm and breathed out lightly as he faced Alan and didn’t take his eyes away from him.
Alan felt something special between them both. Snape caressed Alan’s arm feeling this intense urge to do the same. But, Alan didn’t quite get to that. The door swung open with a cold breeze that made Alan squirm out from his position, he quickly plastered his hands on the white hard wall behind him. He rested his back facing Allison who stood by the door looking cheekily naughty tonight. She raised one eyebrow facing Alan with a cheekish grin. “What are you doing?. In my house!?”. Alan questioned removing his hands away from the walls like a suction cup had been removed from the toilet bowl with a pop sound detaching themselves back to the side of his body. “I just wanted to say hello. Hello”. Allison smiled. She then turned her attention towards Snape seeing that he was not in direct eye contact with her nor with Alan. Without any word Allison walked back into the kitchen with a skip in her step.
Alan breathed out as he sat back down next to Snape and Snape turned his attention back to Alan. “Its ok. I promise. Relax-“. “Really. I think you need to relax”. Snape half snickered with a shy smile seeing Alan had nodded. “Your right.-“. “But she saw us?-“.Snape confessed. “Fuck. Don’t worry she has seen worse than that…..A couple of years ago I had an ex-boyfriend…. Stay the night we were having a wake up session and Allison brings the vodka in the middle of it-“. Snape laughs a little relaxing the tension around his body. “What did she say?”. He questioned. “Ah. Well she said careful of the sheets-“. Snape was beside himself laughing. “It broke the ice”. Alan continued with a cheeky grin.
Then they both turned their attention at the kitchen door seeing Allison had entered back into the room. Snape, Alan and Allison took a seat but Allison sat in between them both making sure no funny business would go on while she is here at the moment. “So Snape?. What do you do for a career?”. Allison questioned while she faced Snape. “Well, um I work at the barber shop in town”. “Is that right?”. Allison chirped up with a smile on her face. “Ah have you offered Snape a drink yet? Alan”. Alan rolled his eyes over at her then he changed his face into a smile at Snape. “Would you like a drink?”. Alan questioned. “ Ah, we have some scotch, some brandy-“. “Well I wouldn’t say no to a drop of scotch, you know what they say whiskey makes you frisky-“. Snape smiled looking over to Alan, he finished off his sentence. “And brandy makes you randy”. Alan laughed as he continued. “I will make it a double then”. He said walking out from the lounge and into the kitchen. Alan came back into the room he sat down on the sofa next to Allison seeing that Snape had his arm across the sofa behind Allison in his direction almost close to his ear. They both were chatting about anything that Alan couldn’t think of. (Above all people Allison would be taking to Snape. Why? I thought she hated him?). While they were talking Snape wasn’t really paying any attention to Allison because he had his eyes on other things. He had his eye on Alan. Alan also had other things on his mind. It was Snape. Alan looked over at Snape while he took small intakes of his whiskey. Snape slowly moved his left hand to Alan’s right ear moving his hand like a spider on a small mission, Snape’s hand reached Alan’s right ear and Snape began to tug on Alan’s ear lightly caressing him with the most softness touch that he could muster up while he was keeping his attention with Allison while she was talking to him.
Alan could feel the tenderness of his fingers on his ear the thought of this was so much better than kissing. But his body thought the same feeling a tingle between his pants so Alan politely crossed his legs breathing out heavily he closed his eyes for a moment that accidently made Snape raise an eyebrow notifying him that Alan likes what he was doing but that also got Allison’s attention from her talking to Snape. Allison turned her attention now over to Alan. “What are you two boys doing?”. Alan fully stopped what he was doing Snape moved his hand back over beside him. “Ah, Nothing!-“. Alan slurred in his Scottish accent. Alan stood up to stretch his legs while holding the bottle of vodka in one hand. “Hay do you have any respect for the Scottish accent? with you slur”. Allison quoted. “What is wrong with the way I talk?”. Alan stated with a pout with his left hand resting on his left hip, he placed one foot forward in a deep tone looking straight at Allison while Snape kindly interrupted with a wink in his eyes. “ I like, the way he talks-“. Alan looked over in Snape’s direction, he placed his left hand back into its original position, he listened intently to Snape’s deep but soft tone of his beautiful mysterious voice. “Its real manly. It turns me on-“. Snape said looking delighted with his words. There was a break of exposed silence conjuring in the room for a few minutes. Then Snape exulted a little bit, he faced Alan, they both looked into each others eyes for a quick second, Alan bit on his lower lip lightly, his cheeks turned a bit red feeling his face get a bit hot flushed with the tease. “Sorry Allison, that was a bit bold”. Snape confessed to her. Allison shook her head. “Please. Pretend that I’m not here”. She said turning her head to Alan. “Yes. Please”. Alan announced gazing at Snape.
9.50pm
In the meantime Allison was in the kitchen getting some milk Alan walked into the lounge in only his white underpants completely forgetting that Snape was still in the house. Snape turned to Alan seeing that he was standing at the door feeling a little bit shocked. “You scared me, Snape”. Snape frowned a little. “Why is that?”. He questioned while he walked into the room more moving closer to the comfy sofa where Snape was just perched on the edge of the corner of the sofa. “I forgot that you were here. Must have been the vodka-“. Alan chuffed slightly crossing his arms within himself feeling his skin that was so soft to the touch like a new born polo bears fur coat.
After a few minutes of silence Snape looked up from his position he looked at Alan, Alan arose to the question. “Where would you sleep?”. Alan thought about it while he shrugged his shoulders breathing out through his parted mouth. Snape gradually un-hinged the black buttons along his wrist making the seams part making them breathe the fresh air that his skin has been in a confined space for some time now as he let them breathe. After he was done he gently with the gracefulness of his fingertips pressed them alongside of Alan’s hips, Alan breathed in lightly biting on his bottom lip with a small smirk that creped upon his face, he placed his left hand gradually upon Snape’s tender shoulder leisurely settling his palm onto Snape’s shoulder gripped it lightly.
Snape started to caress more exploring more of Alan’s thighs gradually pulling Alan closer to his chest. Now his hands where resting in between the gap within Alan’s thighs. Alan moved his head up looking at the ceiling above him with his mouth partly open, he breathed in and out gracefully. His other hand held onto his wrist feeling the smoothness of the mans skin in-between the gaps of his fingers making him feel excited. Snape then unhurriedly gradually moved his hand sliding upon Alan’s back feeling his bones in-between his fingers gradually moving Alan’s body closer towards him. Alan rested his head lightly on Snape’s shoulder as strands of Alan’s hair followed suite covering his face. The feelings were getting intense heat between them both making him smile feeling the intimate touches that Snape was giving him.
Alan casually leans forward more moving Snape backwards onto the Sofa placing his knees on the ground to steady himself. Snape clinged onto him as if he was a koala bear opening his legs so that Alan could slid in-between them. Their breaths intertwined, their hands touched each others lips and Snape’s hooked nose touched softly on the smaller mans nose like a slick seal of coherent orchestras that start to play a bliss air tune as each breathe they took in unison. Their hands intertwined together like keys on a piano reacting to the other ones touch like spiders webs with a glisten of emotion making a symphony of irresistible to resist the conjured body that aches in pain. The aroma of the mans smoothness of his shallow skin coated with bitter dark chocolate orchids that is his preferred cologne with a hint of sugar coated candy. Alan’s skin moved like magic with one another as if their living breathing souls are lost hulks that had been marooned on a bleak island looking for its hidden treasures. From the warmness of their bodies Alan whispered in the in-takes of his own breath Snape tenderly placed his fingertips upon Alan’s ruff but soft chin as he caressed them a bit listening to Alan with all ears as his hand placed on Alan’s thigh. “Do you think we will ever have a proper convocation?”. Alan raised one eyebrow moving his hand timidly towards Snape’s hand that was on his thigh. “I’m not bothered at the moment-“. Snape announced. He relocated his left arm behind Alan’s shoulder placing his left hand onto Alan’s head intertwining his fingers within the confines of Alan’s hair while he lightly tugged on the strings of Alan’s hair. “You are beautiful”. Alan whispered softly looking into Snape’s deep black eyes. Alan then carried on speaking to him with the kindness of his word with a little bit of tongue and cheek to go into the mix. “I think you’re the most beautiful man-“. Alan leaned in closer towards Snape feeling his chest touch Snape’s covered chest. “- I have ever touched”. Snape’s body just crashed with desire and pleasure that slipped out from Alan’s mouth with the sexiest voice that Alan could muster up from his Scottish slur.
At that point Allison on the other hand creped close to the side of the white framed door that led into the lounge where Alan and Snape where having time to themselves. Allison looked at them for a moment seeing how Alan was smiling so happy she could feel the atmosphere or that magical vibe that was animating from him seeing how happy he was in that moment. Seeing that smile brightened up her own mind. But, Allison couldn’t resist disturbing them. She had too. Allison quietly walked into the room; she cleared her throat for them to know that she was in the room. Alan quickly saw her in the corner of his opened eye and shot up like he was a rocket on fire. Alan slammed his back against the wall again fearing if Allison would say something un-wanted in this moment. Alan breathed out heavily like a jet engine placing his hand in front of him hiding his exposed bulge. “Allison!!! What do you want?”. Alan quivered with a croaky voice looking in her direction. “Well, I think its time for-“. She turned her head to Snape who was still lying in the position where Alan had left him. “Snape should be going home now!”. She said politely but in a stern tone while connecting her eyes at him. Snape nodded his head moving his tiredly body getting up from his position with a sigh. Alan started to walk to the front door with Snape following suite from behind. They reached the front door. Alan opened the door feeling the cold breeze hit him like a tone of ice feeling as if he was getting wind swept swaying his smooth hair in small particles that almost covered his face. Snape stood facing Alan with a closed mouthed smile gently moving his hand resting it upon Alan’s shoulder next to his left ear and slightly sighed quietly while his fingertips moved in a fluid motion in small doses embracing Alan’s ear making Alan feel weak in the knee caps. It started, it was gone as if it was a magical creature coming out from the depths of the dark and dingy forbidden forest saying ‘Hello’ and then their gone like that in a split second of meeting one another. Alan stood with slight trembles of his bottom lip standing by the front door feeling alone and cold watching Snape walk away off into the distance as the dark surrounded him covering his body into nothing leaving a feeling of that Alan had lost something magical.
14/11/2014
Alan awoke up from his slumber opening his mouth wide stretching out with a puff of closed air from within him exposing it to the air around him rubbing his left eye as he started to gain the energy to move his muscular body feeling a bit disorientated. He felt something breathing on his dried out face feeling as if he was being pinned down to the grey mattress. His body on the other hand was now unresponsive. His mind went hay-wire trying to figure out what was going on with him. (Have I drank too much vodka? or is this just me acting weird today). That feeling of to fight back or to run was un-wanted at this moment where he feels the threads gradually passing the paralysis state began to wear off. In-between intakes closed mouth breath that match like dolphins swimming together entwined with their sleek slippery bodies to the one living heart beat that is living inside them the feelings of an odd sensation around him started to gather around him.
Finally, Alan feels the sensation passes away rolling out from his bed speaking his first words for today. “Few”. Alan muttered while he shakes his body a bit to get his body warmed up to start the day on a high note. He padded into the work room feeling a bit better than he was. Alan pulls the chair towards him walking in front of the chair and sits down on the seat feeling the coldness of the seat touching his bare skin on his thighs making him feel a tad cold. Alan rubs his eyes making them immune to his surroundings while looking over at his laptop screen in front of him reaching out with his left hand pressing the start button quickly and he waited for a second as the laptop slowly starts to turn on. Alan looked away from his laptop looking around the room hearing no noise at all. It was so quiet. (Thats odd, I haven’t heard Winston yet, and he should be up soon I might just go and see where he is as I’m waiting for this dam laptop to come to life). Alan got up from his position and padded quietly by the walls of the house sliding his body along feeling the hard wall rub against his fleshy alive skin that was soft to the touch. Alan peered around the first corner with his first intake of breath tilting his head slightly narrowing his eyebrows into a frown seeing Winston sitting well perching on his two big paws on the table. His feet are holding him up from the ground while his head is looking up at the ceiling in a beholding gaze as his attention is strictly concentrated by the rotating fan while breathing out in a transitive state as if it was a ritual or a sacramental act that symbolizes the influence of the holy spirit. Alan felt a bit befuddled with in the moment as he stood there looking at Winston not knowing what was going on with him.
A few minutes had passed Winston is still standing in the same position he was but Alan was now cross-legged watching him. He sat in-between the frame of the door resting his head on the crack of the doors frame like a viewing surveillance camera capturing each movement of his prised possession witch was Winston. Alan shook his head to clear these thoughts from his mind. He accidently knocked his head against the cracked frame making him squeal he immediately latched his hands to where it hurt the most on his head. He was thankful that there was no blood. “Ow!!! That hurt”. Those exact words rang through the house making Winston come to his doggy senses. Winston slowly but surely turned his head looking directly in Alan’s direction. That made Alan jump in the air moving his legs to propel him like a boat across the wooden floor keeping his eyes in tacked with Winston’s but, Alan hit his back against the wall for about the third time this week. Alan sees that Winston just plods of the table with a small thud as his skin rolls forward. Winston leadingly leans on his front paws settling then as he stands up right. Alan held his breath watching every move. Winston still had eye contact with Alan but then he turns left and walks into a different room leading into the office/work space room. Alan squints his eyes a bit breathing out in relief turning his head facing to the left with a huge smile on his face. “Thank god for that!”. He muttered placing his two hands before him that helped him stand up straight.
Alan then started wandering into the office/work space area seeing to find things were not the way he left them books, papers, diagrams and blue prints over the wooden wood flooring. Alan looked directly at the rotating fans about and he glared at then with a small angry pout. “I blame the fans”. He blurted out in a bit of frustration beginning to place them back into their correct places that he had allocated them in alphabetical order to be exact. He was placing them back into their spot the memories of last night came back into his head like magic he couldn’t remember turning on the fans in this room. (How? The fan couldn’t have overturned all these books and papers on the wooden floor. Alan is now more confused and slightly alarmed at this point. But, then he thinks of Snape for a wee bit to refresh his memory with him that night. (How? Why? Its so rare that you meet someone who makes you feel so warm and happy like they are like sunshine and you just want them around all the time). Alan then sleeks off into the bathroom turning on the light making a flickering sound heating up the room. Alan could feel the heat absorbing straight onto his skin. Alan quickly locked the door behind him turning the latch. Alan turned his attention to the clean looking mirror before him placing his two wrinkly hairy hands grabbing a tad tight on the edges of the sink holding his posture up as looked at himself within the mirror. (God I look like a day over 30. That is right I’m a day over thirty. I’m 49). He thought. Alan then moved his left hand reaching over to the left tap turning on the water removing his right hand placing his right hand against his left in a cup motion sliding his too hands together under the running water. He got enough water within his closed fingertips cupping a small puddle within his hands. He moved his head closer to his wet hands and splashed his face with water splashing it everywhere as they latched onto his hair beard. Alan was finally done. He knelt down leaning up against the wall near the light. Alan reached his arm up and turned it off. He just sat their peacefully listening around him and kept his mouth tightly wounded shut as if he had put a clam on his upper and bottom lip. Alan spends the rest of the night locked in his bathroom terrified or he knows he needs to calm down because he is on the verge of a breakdown even though its been strictly beginning in daylight.
9.00pm
Alan awakes from his sheepish state gaining his consciousness realising he is still in the bathroom. Alan stood up from his position walking over to the door unlocking the latch from the door. He walks out from the room with ease with slight screaking within his bones. His joints on the other hand in his body start to move again as if you’re starting a boat up in the brisk morning as the motor of the engine warms up for its first day of work. Alan heads into the kitchen his stomach started growling more like grumbling as a symphony that sound pleasing to the hearing ear. Alan opened up the fridge and pulls out a pre-made sandwich and starts gorging on the food like an animal on a hunting mission because he hasn’t eaten since the morning while moving off into the lounge.
Alan gets into the lounge seeing that his phone is on the table so with his free hand he grabs the phone, press the middle button and sees about twenty or whatever texts from Allison. Alan’s eyes go wide with the amount of messages from her that made him laugh a little while taking a mouthful of bread, chicken, cheese, mayo, avocado and with a bit of lettuce. “Oh my God!”. Alan spoke clearing his high pitched tone that came from within his voice. He cleared his throat again sitting on the sofa beside him. (Why the hell has she called). Alan thought. He dialled her number pressing the phone against his ear and waited for Allison to answer.
Alan was listening hearing some laughs. Then a familiar voice came on. “Hey! Alan where the hell have you been?”. Alan thought of something quick to say. “Well, um-“. “Whatever. We will talk later. Anyway you know what today is don’t you?”. “No, I don’t”. Alan squirmed in his spot. “You where superpose to come over tonight and for the whole day for-“. Alan butted in fast. “Oh my fucking god!. I missed it. Didn’t I?”. “Yes. You did”. “How can I make it up to you?”. Alan called out. “Well let me think. Why don’t you invite Snape over again-“. “Allison!!!”. “No, just listen. As I was saying you invite Snape over again and I will bring someone with me and then-“. “I’m not sure about this”. Alan interrupted. “We can go on a double date. So what do you think? I will be nice this time. I promise”.
Alan went silent for a moment placing the phone away from his ear and rested it upon his lap looking up to the celling and bit his bottom lip lightly as he breathed in and out complication on what he should do. Suddenly, he looked straight ahead with direct contact of the wall before him “Fuck it”. He blurted out as he placed the phone back to his ear. “I will go”. He exhaled.
3.00am
Right on the dot of 3.00am Alan wakes straight up out of breath in the middle of the night feeling of complete helplessness as if something is on him holding him down hard between the sheets that were covering his naked body with the exception of black underwear. He began tethering into the bed sheets in a tightly tied knot suffocating him within his own bed.
Alan’s limbs where cold or practically frozen to the touch he could not and I can say could not speak at all his mouth was super glued together, his body was hard stiff as concrete that if he tried to move it, it would hurt like hell so he tried to stay as still as he could and keep his heart at a steady pace.
The presence that was consuming him within the room that was virtually on top of him. Alan really wanted to look at the clock with ambition. So the one and only sense of time is his jack-hammering pulse that beats like a pendulum beating within its own world as it beats the juices of blood through the veins of the beholder as his heart is racing with agony changing his perspective standing still in the even while he waits to return to his normal realm of consciousness.
The books within his room start to slowly ease off the shelves. A full bottle of vodka in the kitchen rolls happily across the kitchen floor as Winston happily follows the bottle into another room clueless as to what is happening to his master Alan. The curtains start blow in front of the closed and freshly resealed bedroom window moving just enough that Alan can catch them at the edge of his vision. He is in a traumatized state. But, the worst of all is the overwhelming malevolence the knowledge that something wants to hurt him.
Finally, Winston swayed into the room with a step in his walk the whole atmosphere changed completely back to calm. Winston placed his two front paws on the bed looking at Alan panting lightly with his mouth half open as bits of drawl started to fall from his hairy jaw. Alan slowly cocked his head towards Winston his eyes followed suite. Alan meet Winston eyes smiling. “Hey Winston!”. Alan chirped from his dry lips. Winston just kept looking at him with his wet soggy tongue dangling out from his mouth. Alan just smiled even more with his mouth closed feeling calm.
3.30am
Alan had removed himself from his bed.
He was now sitting in the kitchen with a half glass of vodka and the bottle was neatly placed beside it with the lid open with the glass was full to the rim. Alan moved his forearm grabbed the bottle instead of the glass placing the bottles rim in-between his two lips tipping it back lightly sculling the liquid down his wet throat that sucked the juices within his body making Alan feel a bit wobble at the knees. Alan was never a hard drinker. But this time he was. He hand never drank any alcohol since he broke up with his last boyfriend back in 2010 so thats five years ago without drinking heavily. Alan didn’t know why He wanted to drink but he felt like he wanted too. To ease the pain that was coming from his nonstop thinking brain. Alan then sluggishly leaps to his feet and heads straight towards the front door practically running out not knowing where he is going.
Alan finally reached his best friend’s house. Allison’s house. Alan might have left the spare keys that he has of Allison’s house but if there was anything Alan was, it was resourceful. Or not so much resourceful as much as he was lucky enough he did carry on the side of his underpants a lock pick, a memento to his wilder days. It takes him a few tries to get it right, as he makes a mental note to brush up on his skills at another time, before shoving the door open.
Belatedly the sound hits his ears, body leaning against the door frame, hair falling in front of his face as he tries to process the two bodies dancing in his living room- stereo blasting and most likely quite trashed on their own to not have noticed him before now. Or, not his house. Considering that wasn’t his couch, or his radio, or side table. It was bright red with gold trim, plush and comfy looking- a contrast to the black leather settee in his own. By the time it really occurs to Alan that he should leave now, there are two pairs of eyes watching him, one emerald and the other grey. The shortest of the pair listens intently to the whispering man, pink rising in his cheeks before they turn to one another, lips meeting. Alan should leave. But the world is still spinning so instead he sinks, unable to take his eyes off of the pair.
Allison on the other hand walks into the room not noticing Alan until she turned into his direction seeing him wearing only underwear at around 3.30am in the morning. Her eyes went wide. “Alan!!! What the hell are you doing here?-“. Another man walks into the room wearing a blue t-shirt with blond shot cut hair and bright blue eyes, he swiftly walked over to Allison. “Hey Babe-“. He stops in mid talk, he turns to Alan’s attention as he raised an eyebrow. A thought just hit him in his mind. “Is this your friend? Alan?”. The man kindly points over to Alan as he stood there looking at the man before him in a drunken state. Allison slowly nodded at his answer. “What is he doing here?”. He continues. “I have no idea”. She sighs not knowing what to do with him as she shakes her head.
The man slowly walked up to Alan and placed his hands upon his bare smooth shoulders seeing that Alan started to giggled a little bit, not fussed as to what he was doing. “He is drunk”. The man confessed with an exhale of his breath sounding concerned for Alan. He then smoothly placed his hand close to Alan’s eye getting a better look at his eye ball more seeing red pulsating vein appear around his pupal. Oblivious to the inspection Alan shrugged his shoulders with a grumble moving his flimsy hand placing it upon the mans hair ruffling his hair with his fingers making it messy locking the encounter head, he placed his hand on the back of his fleshy skin feeling the back bone between his fingers.
Alan glared at him with daggered eyes as he squinted at him. “Hey, mister!. Stop!”. Alan blurted out quietly pointing to the man. The man took the hint and backed off a bit still holding him while watching Alan.
At this point he could not stand straight as he began to wobble. “I think we need to take him home”. Allison said walking towards Alan with a concerned look upon her face. “I have never seen him this drunk, back in 2010 since he broke up with his ex”. Allison continued while she helped her boyfriend guide Alan towards the door of the house. Without Allison seeing his eyes widened with fear hearing those exact word that slipped out from her mouth, he quickly hid expression from her gaze but without him knowing Alan picked up on the mans raised heart beat quickened as she spoke those words to him.
Alan noticed they were taking him home. He scrunched his face immediately. “No I can’t go home”. Alan called out to Allison’s boyfriend who was holding him on his shoulders tightly. Alan tried every way to get out from the mans grip. But, he was too weak to even try any more.
They finally reached Allison’s car. Allison’s boyfriend seat belted Alan in the back seat of Allison’s car making sure he could get out from it. Allison and her boyfriend got in. Allison was at the wheel and started the car and drive all the way back to Alan’s house. It was a very quiet drive while Alan sat with his arms crossed and looked disgusted that he was taken home.
3.50am
Allison, boyfriend and Alan arrived back at Alan’s home. Allison’s boyfriend hopped out from the car, walked over to Alan’s side of the door, opened the door, Alan just looked at him with a plane face expression. “Come on Alan, lets go in here”. He said with a happy tone to entice Alan to follow him. But that didn’t work one bit.
So he moved closer to Alan, reached over and un-buckled Alan from the car, he held Alan’s wrist with his other hand lightly pushing on Alan’s skin and moved Alan out from the car.
They slowly started walking towards the door of the house in silence.
Out of nowhere Winston stood at the front of the door standing at the edge of the frame, he paw claws were hooked into the doors frame, his black eyes stared at Alan and only Alan with a sinister look in the mist. He started to slowly whimperer at him his eyes were locked on him tightly like a gun that is about to shoot towards him.
*Flash state*
Alan had the gun aimed at the shooting paper breathing intently with in his body. Breathing heavily in and out, his breath pecked intensely closed his right eye shut, he could look down the barrel of the black ridged gun, he could see where he could aim better. (Right all I have to do is shoot this and get it right). Alan raised his right eyebrow, sweat started to roll down his left cheek, his hands were getting sore, he strained his brain really hard to concentrate to make sure he wouldn’t miss it.
Alan’s hand started to shake slightly within his grip, he calmly jested his breathing pattern to a controlled state changing his position placing his other hand onto the gun to get a better controlled grip within his sweaty hands. Alan gradually pulled down the trigger with his stiff index finger inhaling in slightly closing his mouth with one look the bullet spiralled out in a slow fast motion shaking off all the small particles of gun smoke onto the floor. The gun spiralled into the air and the bullet missed the paper by an inch god that would have been offal if he had been in a contest. He would have lost.
Alan’s eyes erupted with excitement beaming out from his head enlarging the dark pupils in his eyes smiling on the other hand was different it beamed across his face that suddenly turned for the worst. He started to frown watching the bullet hit the concrete wall with an impulse of shock running through the only living thing was Alan that got the bullets wave of pressure reflecting off the wall spinning directly into the socket of Alan’s now aching rib cage.
Alan took one swift step back escaping a breath of his own air moving his left leg away from his right starting to kneel down feeling his body collapse up on him his eyes diverted into the corner of the room seeing a shimmer of light over cast his sight of a black figure closing in on the light. He had a pale face while facing the figure. The figure appeared to be walking towards Alan with a fuzzy like vision masking his proper vision his hand unhinged its self from the use of the manmade gun slipping away from his like a flying ball landing onto the floor with a loud bang shooting another gun shoot straight into the side of Alan’s chest making him fall ever quicker to the ground that also quickened his death.
*Flash State End*
Alan took a big breath in like a gasp he totally froze up, he faced Winston with an unlockable stare, Alan’s arm was over Allison’s boyfriends shoulder holding onto his t-shirt lightly but with a bit of a grip as his fingers held him up straight and his body started to get tensed up in the moment.
Alan’s Pov:
I could feel this thing inside my memory inflaming it, consuming me, devouring my insides, conjuring that slathered through my entire soul through my limbs and arms dictating all that I did, it was like being constantly covered in huge dumps of dark chocolate up to my neck unable to move my limbs without further entrenching yourself, it felt like I was always suffocating in any form, As for the thing it felt like for as it seemed for like an eternity, losing my life, in a split second I thought to myself I have to get rid of this imposter….
*End of Pov*
Just like that without no notice Alan out from nowhere launches himself away from Allison’s boyfriend grasp not giving him time to grab Alan by the arms. Alan sprinted towards Winston at the exact same time Winston was launching himself also at Alan with full force of his strength.
Allison jumped out from her car shouting with eyes wide as golf balls. “WINSTON!!!”. That blared sirens within her boyfriend’s brain, he ran towards Winston and Alan with fear in his heart and speed in his legs but, he was too late. Alan and Winston had already clashed together fighting with Alan’s bare hands holding Winston down, he took small intakes of breath, Allison’s boyfriend tried tearing them apart like super glue stuck to your fingers, he felt the intense atmosphere that appeared around them, they were brawling around like a pair of wrestling men on the hard grassed ground, teeth to teeth, claw to hand and stare to stare. Allison on the other hand couldn’t believe what was happening to his best friend at this point she was practically in tears. Allison’s boyfriend tied his last attempt at getting Alan away from Winston. Allison’s boyfriend lunged right in-between them. He shouted out “STOP!!!”.
That noise erupted from the bottom of his heart splitting through the gaps in his teeth; it tared their full attention away from it for a split second. They gained their breath back, Winston had blood dripping from his mouth that landed onto the freshly cut grass in droopy drops. In that moment it was so quiet except for the constant breathing from Winston, his jaw was wide open, Allison held her breath in, her boyfriend closed his eyes still with his hands out protecting Alan on one side as Winston on the other.
Alan was now kneeling on the ground with a gash across his chest, blood started to seep out from the scare gripping onto his hairy black haired chest. Winston moved his left paw up, Allison’s boyfriend opened up his eyes like a flash of a lightning bolt, he looked into Winston’s direction and he held his breath in once more tightly watching Winston’s move, the beast walked passed him in a crouching position, his tail tucked under between his back legs, his ears where back away from his face filled with sorrow. Allison cried out with fear escaping from her shaken voice with a crying whine. “Winston!!!”. Allison’s boyfriend vastly looked upon Allison with dread in his stance. “Sh, wait”. He tormented his hand at her to silence her words.
He calmly looked back over at Winston, his eyes softened, his body relaxed seeing that Alan was lying on the freshly cut grass, Winston was slowly tenderly licking the battle wounds that was splattered across his chest.“Fuck!-“. Allison’s boyfriend muttered out seeping and happy tear across his happy stamina he let go of his heart, he exhaled out feeling relived that the situation had not climaxed anymore.
4.00am
At 4.00am Allison and her boyfriend left Alan. Alan was in his room alone sitting on his bed. He still felt inebriated with the alcohol influence still within him cursing through his body like a vessel on wavy water guided with tretrious seas ahead. A thin piece of paper he had moving in-between his fingers moving them slowly between his index finger and his rude finger. Alan was doing what he did best was rest after a hectic day. He felt the smoothness of the paper guiding between both the long extended fingers with a batter of his eyelids he inhaled slowly listening to the sounds that where around him while he sat cross-legged on the white covers of his bed facing the wall before him.
Alan cocked his left bushy eyebrow up facing the entrance of his room feeling a cold but good draft coming from the kitchen. The hairs slightly raised up from his skin with a tingling sensation that animated throughout his whole body making him quiver a bit. Alan stumbled out from his warm safe bed, he crept slowly towards the edge of his door frame gripping onto it lightly to hold his body weight up from the ground while he peered into the lounge with wide eyes seeing complete darkness but with a shimmer of light shining through the cream coloured blinds. Alan took one step forward resting his hands beside his smooth skinned body entering the room feeling the cold getting even colder absorbing his skin to stand up straight as the hairs followed suite.
Alan retched near the edge of the door leading into the kitchen of where the breeze was coming from he stopped for a moment peering his head around the corner, his eyes adjusted to the light that came from above seeing there was an odd object that had been neatly placed on the table. The window above the sink was blowing the thin blinds in the wind making an eerily scene appear before Alan. He began to think of small scenarios that illustrated before him taking his mind away from the odd mysterious atmosphere that started to consume him trapping his mind.
Alan casually tilted his head he walked into the kitchen with a finger resting upon his soft lips, he gandered at the object. (How the hell did a gun get in here?). He thought to himself. He sluggishly strolled closer towards the black gun feeling a thought just hit him on the idea noticing that the window was open. (Someone came into my house. Why? Didn’t they steel anything?).
Alan frantically roamed around the room opening up cabinets and re-closing them while he paced around the room in bare feet feeling the cold wooden floor hit the soles of his fleshy skin that was smooth to the touch with padding. Nothing looked stolen. But why? Alan quickly grabbed his phone from the counter and dialled Allison’s number. He waited and waited but there was no response. “Fuck, Me. Wonder if the person is still in the house?”. Alan questioned himself. His voice went quiet; he swiftly turned himself around listening to the house seeing if he could hear anyone breathing. But there was no sound. Nor there was no sign of Winston. (Well he an’t such a good guard dog isn’t he). Alan thought folding his shaken arms in front of him.
Alan paced into different rooms trying to see if he could hear, smell or spot anything that comes into his path. Alan leaned against the wall in the kitchen facing the door seeing right through to the dining room seeing thick black. He quivered in the corner occasionally licking his soft wet lips with wide eyes like a frightened and alerted fox listening out for its prey. The light from the distant rooms shined a little pathway that guided his big eyes into corners of the untouched house.
Alan eyes were ignited with fear he turned his head to the left razing a steady brow holding his breath tightly within him seeing a black figure moving across the back wall of the kitchen gaining closer to the gap in the door and slipped into the lounge. Alan gradually with no hesitation dragged his body straining his longing heart not wanting to follow the dark figure that lead him through the house with no word but a look that took him by surprise. The light turned on quickly lighting up the area. Alan took one foot into the lit up room giving him a small fright as he jolted a bit as he carried on walking towards the figure in the dark with each step he gained closer and closer to the residual atmosphere that consumed him.
Alan took one small step into the dining room still feeling the sense on the breeze coming from the kitchen hitting the back of his heels. He stood their letting his breath go back to normal. Out of nowhere the phone blared off in the distance animating from the kitchen. Alan swiftly turned around looking into the direction of the noise that came from the kitchen. He held his breath in at this point fearing if he let it go the man would hear him and come out from his hidey hole and attack him then and there. (Who would call me? At 4am in the morning?).
Alan was completely clueless to his surroundings the door behind him had slackened off from the wall slackening back off into its usual place in the hinges of the door with no sound that could take Alan’s eyes away from the blaring phone. In seconds the phone stopped ringing, Alan turned swiftly again right into the frame of the door. “Ouch!”. He wined. He placed his left hand to where his head was hurting most realising that he hadn’t touched the door. It was open before.
15/11/2014
6.00am
Alan woke up a bit woozy since last night he was inebriated. Alan wakes up with a terrible crick in his neck, disoriented and cold seeing he was now in his car.
Alan sluggishly moved his hand away from him seeing that Winston was in the back of the boot of the car sound asleep. “Where did I drive?”. He announced as he rubbed his eyes trying to get a clear view of to where he was at 6am in the morning. Alan looked out from the window of the car and saw that he was parked at a gay club in town. (Well at least I’m safe). He thought as he just looked at himself in the mirror of the car for a moment looking at him as he just noticed that he was naked but wearing boxers. “Well, at least I have boxers on”. He giggled to himself.
A loud tapping sound came from the glass that made Alan jerk upright from his position seeing a familiar face, it looked at him from outside. Alan winded down the window with his free hand. They meet eyes, Snape began to talk. “You’re sleeping in your car!”. He questioned , he folded his arms into his body lightly with no sudden movement. “Yeah, well-” Alan tries to not sound defensive. “Outside a gay bar at 6am”. Snape chuffed. “Yeah”. Alan looked away for a moment then he looked back at Snape. “Also you’re in your-“. Snape looked down at Alan’s boxers with a small smile as if he looked curious as to why? He was wearing them. “Yeah”. Alan commented not knowing what else to say. “You really don’t have a place to go, don’t you?”. “No. I do, do, I just-" he blurts out too quickly as Snape cuts Alan off. "Then maybe you should try sleeping there. Unless you wanna get mugged or killed”. Snape says like he thinks Alan is a complete idiot. Which is possibly spot on, because Alan doesn't know what he's doing with his life anymore, hiding from something human like in his condo that he think’s want’s to hurt him. "If you can't drive, call a cab or something. Don't sleep out here in the cold." "I can't go back there at night!" Alan hardly admits with a soft tone, staring at Snape’s throat because he's unable to meet Snape's eyes as he feared of what they might look like.
Snape raises a sceptical black eyebrow and crosses his arms again against the wind, in his regular street clothes of a black robe that looked like a dress as if a female would wear. But he pulls it off well with the white cuffs at the end of his sleeves looking presentable as the buttons in the middle tuck in his waist a little with the black slick flat boots that shine clean to end his dress wear matching his black thinly wavy hair that fits perfectly across his shallow skin with those black thick eyes. With a cheekish grin. Snape turns on one foot in a guiding movement saying “Ok, well suit yourself….”. With a half-hearted smile and a jerk of his chin Snape turned and walked away, leaving something unsaid.
Alan leans out from the window to say. “What?” looking confused as he narrowed his eyebrows down. Snape smiled as he paused for a moment as he turned back around to Alan hiding the secret fragments of his smile back to a normal calm look with his mouth still as he walked up to him again as he lent against his car as his lips pressed in an unhappy line. "Look….You don’t seem like the dangerous sort-“. “We have meet before, you know!”. Alan interrupted. “I’ve got a spare sofa at my shaving saloon if you want to crash for a while, while I work-“. “Yes, that would be so good-“. Alan paused for a moment looking at him again in the mirror. “What about my clothes?”. He questioned. Snape paused for a moment taking a breath before he speaks as he looked into Alan’s eyes. “ I have a spare hair cutting blanket. I’ll be back”.
6.30am
Alan is now sitting on the sofa with the thin haircut blanket over his shoulders covering his torso only showing his hairy legs, he sits peacefully on the red coloured sofa looking around the small shop where the walls where dark black, black and white tiled flooring, black swivel chairs, big long mirrors on both sides of the walls and a small waiting room where Alan was placed. Also a radio was playing silently in the background, Snape stood at the counter wondering what to do next. Snape then turned his attention to Alan; he looked up at his body seeing that he does need a shave even though to a point he does like the scruffy look in men sometimes. Snape raised an arched brow with a seductive thought at him. Alan turned to attention meeting his seductive stare who also raised one of his brows. Snape happily waltzed over to Alan with a gleaming smile. Alan looked up from his position seeing Snape was walking over to him. Alan greats him with a smile before Snape starts to speak. “Would you like a shave? Sir”. He said kindly untangling his fingers with his other hand jested his free hand to one of the black seats in the corner of the room.
Alan politely nodded, he stood up holding the blanket in-between his index finger and his thumb, he padded over to the seat, sat down on the chair and just faced himself looking into the mirror. “What may I do to you today, sir”. Snape said softly removing the blanket away from Alan’s body leaving him with just his bare body and boxers on. Alan immediately placed his hands above his boxer’s hiding the bulge. “A message? A trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage?”. Snape added placing his hands on Alan’s shoulder’s feeling the skin beneath his making Alan quiver a little, Snape’s hands where a tad cold to the touch of his warm skin just being relived from the warmness of the blanket that now has been removed away from him.
Alan removed his left hand from his right hand touching his chin feeling the harsh bristles that formed around his chin. “I think I need a shave. Please”. “The closest I ever gave-“. “What!”. Alan blurts out turning towards Snape as he sits in his seat with his eyes narrowed towards him with a look of complete concern as to what he thought Snape just said. Snape raised his eyebrows up with a shocked expression. “Nothing!”. He claims as he lightly placed his hand on Alan’s shoulder again turning him back to face the mirror. “You’re in a merry mood today, Mr-“. Snape stopped before answering because he forgot Alan’s surname. “Mr. Cumming”. Alan lightly obliged to his surname with a half-smile. Snape on one foot turns around behind him seeing a table of neatly placed equipment’s for the shaving.
Snape first’s picks up the shaving bowl and scrub brush with pre-made shaving foam, he slightly swirls the brush within the bowl as he slowly ponders over to Alan. Alan lightly lifts his head up as Snape begin to stroke the brush along his bristle face hearing it sucking the substances together making it into one well-scrubbed face. Alan could feel the small bristles from the brush moving around on his face as he thought it was quiet funny as he tried holding in his laugh.
Snape then started to move the brush down towards Alan’s neck area almost touching his hand on Alan’s neck as he looked at Alan’s neck breathing in and out lightly. Then Snape moved the brush around to the other side of Alan’s face as he tilted it gradually to the other direction, Snape swiftly but with accurate guidance from his hands finishes the other side with ease. Snape looked at Alan, he tiled his head black looking at now Alan’s white foam covered mouth in an intense stare and he stood back abit. Snape then walked back over to the table with the equipment neatly placed in a line and picked up the razor sharp utensil within his grasp, he turned back around to Alan and as he sat their peacefully. Snape placed his left hand upon Alan’s shoulder, his other hand slithered around his neck reaching close to his left hand resting the shaver just on the line of white foam, Alan cocked his head back lightly holding his breath in a bit because he never rarely lets anyone shave his face before. He usually does it himself. Snape slowly drags the blade across the surface of his ruff skin making it smooth to the touch, Snape reached the end of Alan’s chin in a swift movement of his wrist he did a little flick at the end to get the edge of his chin.
In that small moment of silence Snape was cleaning the blade, taking his time not rushing things. Out from the silence Alan spoke as he heard a familiar tune that came to mind. “I love this song”. He stated, Snape raised an eyebrow looking devious to the words , Snape turned to the radio and turned it up a bit so he could hear it better. Alan then began to sing in a soft tone, Snape began preparing his next shave stroke upon Alan’s face.
Alan: “Pretty man, fascinating, sipping coffee-“.
Snape lined up his second shave at the bottom of Alan’s neck pulling the black towards him, the foam starts to form before the blade, he did a quick flick at the end, he raised his small pinkie out a bit, he held the black with a controlled atmosphere. He then without stopping did another small stroke to get the middle part of the gap of when he started first.
Alan: “Dan-cing, pretty man, are a wonder-“.
Snape moved his position slowly around to the front of Alan looking at the shaved parts that he has done already.
Alan: Pretty man –“.
Alan paused for a moment Snape also stopped in his tracks looking at Alan with a raised eyebrow, he gandered at Alan’s live neck, his hand was out in front of him, he tightly holded the shaver.
Alan: “Sitting in the win-dow-“.
Snape is now on the right side of Alan.
Alan: “Or, standing on the-“.
Snape positions the blade before him, lining it up against Alan’s jaw line.
Alan: “Stair”. He rang out the last bit, Alan felt the blade touch his jaw line moving it up gradually. “Something in them chills the air. Pretty man”.
Alan tilts his head lightly to the right, Snape does that last flick of the blade before whipping it off. Snape lines up logging the blade again at the bottom of Alan’s neck pulling the blade lightly while it tugs along his skin gathering the hairs in a bundle of foam with an intense stare upon him as he held his breath in lightly.
Out of nowhere Snape begins to sing with Alan.
Snape: Silhouetted...
Alan raised his eyebrow, he looked up at the ceiling, he just carried on singing.
Snape
took another swipe of foam from his face.
Alan:
Stay
within you,
Snape:
Glancing...
Snape
uttered that smoky voice , he narrowed his eyes facing towards Alan
feeling the blade hit the leather apron as the foam slided of the
metal surface with pressure from his hand, he placed the blade on
Alan’s neck again.
Alan:
stay forever.
Snape:
Breathing lightly...
Snape
held his position for a while before moving his wrist up Alan’s
throat gliding along his firm but soft skin with his fingers.
Alan:
Pretty men,
Alan
and Snape (together and alternating)
Pretty
men!
Blowing
out their candles or
Combing
out their hair,
Combing
out their hair then they leave
Even
when they leave you and vainish they somehow can still can remain
there with you
Even
when they leave
They
still are there.
They're
there
Ah!
Pretty men,
Alan
:
At
their mirrors,
Snape:
In their gardens,
Alan:
Letter-writing,
Snape:
Flower-picking,
Alan:
Weather-watching.
Alan
and Snape together now:
How
they make a man sing!
Proof
of heaven as you're living,
Pretty
men! Sir, pretty men!
Yes
pretty women,
Pretty
men,
Pretty
men,
Pretty
men.
Alan looked at Snape with amazement that shone through his heart and warming eyes. “I didn’t know you could sing?”. He chuffed rising his thick eyebrows up. Snape battered his eyes while cleaning the end of the shaver placing it back onto the desk behind him and grabbing the wet clean cloth within his dry hands making them moist.
Snape walked in front of Alan held the wet cloth as small drips ran away from his hands falling onto the floor in small puddles beneath his slacks. Snape gracefully placed the cloth onto Alan’s soft skin with a warming gaze. Snape gently knelt down on one knee holding his hand in place starting to gradually rub off the foam marks that he has missed. Alan gives Snape a soft look with desire feeling the cloth on his bare cheeks. Alan just remembers of what Allison has told him to say to Snape. Alan thought about it for a moment before answering wondering if Snape would say yes to his question.
Alan gave a small gander towards Snape before asking the question, his heart beated like flying butterflies within his stomach, he took a small gulp to relive a bit of the saliva that was building up in his mouth around his white clean teeth. “Would you like to have dinner with Allison and her boyfriend?”. Alan questioned. Snape fixed ones gaze upon Alan with a thinking look, he gazed away for a moment before he returned his attention back at him. “That would be a splendid idea”. He grinned like a Cheshire cat from ear to ear.
17/11/2014
9.00pm
Alan waited at the door patiently at Snape’s red front door waiting for him to come and open the door. Alan looked at the door it was the same style as the Chinese restraint. Alan unhooked his left hand from the warmness of his pocket gradually placing his shaking frail hand upon the door feeling the wood beneath his hand feeling the roughness of the wood and imagining the first time he saw Snape in the mist of his mind.
He was clueless to his surroundings from the corner of his eye he saw a figure flashed before him that diverted his attention from the door for a split moment, he held his breath in for a mere moment not knowing that Snape was leaning his shoulder against the wooden frame with his eyes peeled at Alan. He made a small grunt sound notifying Alan that he was standing at the door. Alan turned his head into the direction of Snape’s voice seeing his face turned into a smile. “Hey-“. Snape whispered reaching out his hand wrapping his hand lightly around Alan’s neck lightly touching it with his fingers briefly touching Alan’s right ear with the warmness of his fingers. Alan politely smiled, his cheeks almost turned red feeling his heart race. Snape moved his hand away back down to his sides resting against his black clothing. Alan laid his eyes upon Snape before clearing his throat to speak. “Come on, lets go!“. Alan said. He pulled out his hand for Snape to grab. Snape looked down at Alan’s hand, pulled out his hand, he smoothly entwined his fingers within Alan’s hand and Alan tugged his hand lightly close towards him feeling Snape tugged on his hand also in return.
They headed across the park. Alan lightly whistled a tune in the night sky. The lights around them showed them the path that led towards Allison’s boyfriend’s house through the dense trees that gathered around them. Alan and Snape reached Allison’s boyfriend house. Alan untwined his fingers within Snape light grip reaching out and knocked on the door lightly waiting now for a response. Alan delightedly looked over at Snape. “Hope you like vegan? Food”. Alan said more as a question. Snape got the hint. “Yes, I like vegan food too. But I’m more of a meat eater”. He stated facing Alan with a cold but warming look. The door opened a figure greeted Alan and Snape with a warming face. Allison stood their wearing a beautiful sun flower dress. “Hi Alli”. Alan smiled going in for a hug. Alan released himself from the hug. Snape turned to Allison and placed his shallow hand before him in a greeting mood. Allison looked at him with an-raised eyebrow Allison disobeyed his hand shake and came in for a hug. Snape obliged to her hug but with a bit of a squirm in his stance. Allison finally let go of him. “Come on in”. Allison cheerfully voiced out as she lead Alan and Snape into her boyfriend’s house.
Alan, Snape and Allison walked into the house. Allison led them into the kitchen they meet up with her boyfriend. Allison kindly introduced him to Alan and Snape. “This is my boyfriend, Christian!”. She said with a smile on her face. Christian placed his hand out to greet Alan. Alan on the other hand lingered for a moment and they both meet eyes. Alan has seen those eyes before. But where?. Then it just hit him of where he has seen them before. So Alan played it cool not to startle anyone. His heart was racing but that small smirk he gave, gave it away for Christian who also was thinking the same thing.
Their eyes connected. (Have I seen him before? Do I know you?). That was all that was running through his mind. But, aside from that he tried to be calm on the outside. Alan greeted him with a warm smile placing his eyes back upon Christian.
They both shook hands feeling the soft touch between them both. Christian placed his eyes on Snape next not realising his hand was out already holding his own breath in a bit realising that they have meet before back when he first started talking to Allison. Christian opened his mouth slightly his tongue came out and skimmed the top of his lip making it wet again. His thoughts about on what to do, he was feeling the hate bubbles start to form within his body making him have a bad memory that came back out from dormant state within his closed mind in seconds.
Snape on the other had been completely obnoxious to the matter. He placed his hand out forwards to shake hands with Christian. Snape paused for a moment seeing those same fearful eyes as if he has seen them before that made him come to realisation that he has making him speak these words out from his shallow skinned throat with a hint of red lips that parted towards him as he took a small intake of breath inwards through his nostrils glaring at Christian. “Have we meet before?”. Snape obliged to his thoughts tilting his head, narrowed his eyes towards him with a hint of realisation that started to form before him of the unfortunate event that has come back to life into his mysterious mind making his step back a little refusing to shake Christians hand. Snape slithered his hand away back into his pocket with no word. Even Christian didn’t make a squeak. The room went eerily silent with concentrated stars from both Snape and Christian.
That voice rang out within Christian’s head sending off alarm bells he tried to stay content with his surroundings he stood up straight more Snape waited for a response. Christian still had his hand out in front of him. Christian shook his head slightly narrowing his eyes towards Snape. “No. we have not”. He said in a stern tone looking straight at him without another word leaving the room in a disgraceful manor before Snape could add to it.
On the other hand Allison and Alan were looking confused as to what just happened. They lingered their eyes at each other with confused faces. The tension in the room dispersed into thin air like magic. Snape turned to them both clearing his mind from the small event but still had a captivating lingering event in his mind. Snape quickly thought of something to say to change the mood as fast as knifes clattering the hard wooden floor. “So what are the plans for dinner?”. Snape pipped up from the silence as he turned to Allison with wide eyes in the fastness of his breath. Allison eyes lit up. “Well if you’d and Alan would like to help cut the carrots you can do that as me and Christian sort out the meat outside”. Alan nodded as did Snape.
9.20pm
Alan stood in front of Allison blocking her to move any further she stood their terrified by Alan’s dilemma he pointed out his hairy haired finger in her direction with his eyebrows narrowed down towards her. Alan took in one breathe trying to whispere at the same time. Because he didn’t want Christian nor Snape to hear what he is about to say to Allison.
Before he started he tried to keep the tone to a minimum. He gave Allison a look of fire within his deep eyes seeing tears that are about to form from his face trying to stand tall. His heart was aching in pain trying to pull him to the ground to just curl up into a little ball of his embraced arms covering his back to shelter him from the rain. “Now you listen to me! Why have you done this? When where you going to tell me about Christian!?”. He whispered harshly lowing his tone of voice down more than usual so that only Allison could only hear him speak these words that fumed inside his small body that he could not hold back any longer this time. “What!”. She says with a confused look upon her she stands their clueless to what she had done.
Alan immediately shacks his head with an evil laugh coming out from his opened mouth. He narrowed his eyebrows directly looking at her with hate in his eyes. In a split second their eyes lock together. Alan thinks of something to say. He opens his dry mouth, his heart is beating hard within his body. “You know what I mean!-“. Alan paused stepping closer to Allison invading her personal space still pointing his finger. “- How could you be with Christian!. After all he did with me! He will not change!. Ever!!.”. Alan gave her one last longing look of anguish, he stormed out of the room walking off into the kitchen to clear his head leaving poor indecent Allison in tears fearing out what she has done as it didn’t come to her straight away.
9.35pm
Alan stood in the kitchen with Snape by his side, they were quietly cutting the carrots for the meal soon Alan had a small smile upon his face and he cleared his mind of what just happened between him and Allison for the time being. Alan’s feet that were covered in his red socks where almost close to Snape’s black socked feet. With control Alan slowly moved his right foot onto Snape’s right foot rubbing his foot with Snape’s feeling the socks meet with the softness of his touch, he gradual bit his bottom lip feeling content within him.
Alan placed his foot back to where it was before Snape raised he eyebrow quickly, he tried to stay control of the urge from Alan’s touch. Snape moved his right foot over and touched the top of Alan’s right foot and rubbed it for a moment feeling Alan’s reaction combining into his but this time Snape held his foot down lightly upon Alan’s foot a bit longer in return before Alan could not feel his presence upon him no more.
They were both cutting the carrots in unison with steady placement of hands, shoulder touching shoulder and control. Well, almost control because Alan slowly cut down on the last bit of carrot he had and accidently cut his index finger feeling the pain rush towards the cut that made Alan feel a bit woozy. “Ow!”. Alan whispered pulling his finger away from the knife bringing it closer to his face so he could have a closer inspection of it.
Snape stopped what he was doing and turned to Alan’s attention. “Aww”. Snape whispered moving his left hand away from his knife grabbing Alan’s index finger lightly. They locked eyes for a moment and Snape turned his attention to Alan’s cut index finger he bowed down a little placing his lips upon Alan’s sore finger and gave it a little peck on the skin for a moment. Snape relisted his lips away from Alan’s touch moving back into the position he was before but still holding onto Alan’s finger. Alan looked at him with a cheeky smile connecting both eyes together looking into each others mysterious visions of the reflections that bounced of each others eyes. Alan slowly pulled his hand away with a small tug from Snape and Alan let go from him.
Snape grabbed the knife again and started finishing of his carrot. Alan opened his mouth to talk. “Thanks’”. Alan said looking at him still and Snape turned to him again with a smile. They both started to cut a few more carrots. But, Alan wanted to feel Snape touch him again. Alan looked over at him with desire in his eyes. Snape was happily cutting away at the food he then noticed that he was being watched but he stayed looking at the food before him. Alan turned back his attention to the food as he thought of another way to get Snape’s attention. While Alan was cutting he lightly shrugged his right shoulder towards Snape feeling his shoulder meet his. (Hes got me now). Snape stopped what he was doing and faced Alan with a small smile upon his face Alan gradually turned towards Snape giving Snape time to look at him but Snape had other plans already set in mind.
Snape moved his right hand pointing out his index finger and placed it on Alan’s left shoulder making Alan swivel around to his direction Alan let go of the knife in his left hand. Snape took one step forward slithering his hand behind Alan’s back, Alan moved back also holding onto Snape’s black button down on the edge of the collar feeling the smoothness of the cotton within his fingertips. Snape pushed Alan back towards the wall both laughing a bit together and Snape had his nose in line with Alan’s but a bit more on the left. “I am so fucking! Happy!.”. Alan commented. Snape answered with an “Hm”. In agreeing tone Snape moved his body closer to Alan wrapping his arms around more of him. Snape rested his neck upon Alan’s shoulder making his skin touch the sides of his cheek that made Alan move his head up opening his mouth making a pleasing groan of air coming out from his mouth. Snape touched his skin as Alan lightly closed his eyes for a mere moment feeling Snape on him in his personal space. Well, not so personal now. Huh.
Snape removed his head from that position looking into each others eyes and Snape begins to talk. “I get my favrote man tonight? Don’t I!”. Snape said in more of a question to Alan. Alan indulges more of him into Snape; he too wraps his hands around Snape’s body feeling the clocks strength, the buttons of his vest and buttons on Snape’s wrists all over him in the mere magical moment between them both. Snape leans in again resting his face upon Alan’s shoulder making Alan cock his head back onto the wall with eyes closed opening his mouth a tad. “Ahuh”. In a sexy tone as he breathed out lightly, he could feel that Snape was on him again tugging his body closer towards him. The whole front of their bodies where touching together with no gaps in-between with no hesitation to escape.
Snape moved his head back up again looking at Alan again their faces where side by side and Alan breathed in by the gap of his nostrils. “And?”. Snape ringed out a sexy shallow tone. “And. I get my favrote man tonight? Don’t I-“. Snape moved in again closer. But this time Snape did place his head back on Alan’s shoulder but also he placed his left hand around Alan’s left ear lightly touching it with his index finger making Alan moan out in pleasure of Snape’s touch. “Oh!”. He said turning into a smile. “I got you”. Snape sneered. Their mouths where almost touching together, they both held their breath in lightly watching each others eyes in their sight.
Snape gradually moved his nose against Alan feeling the softness of his skin rub against him; Alan did the same in return. “You got me-“. Alan said looking back at Snape, he then continued. “- What more could I possibly want!”.
Without warning Alan moved his neck around to Snape’s left side of his face resting his chin upon Snape’s shoulder pressing his face against Snape’s shallow skin feeling his heavy concocted breath against his harsh ridged skin feeling slight air pockets of air touching on his sweaty skin. Snape felt Alan’s magical touch was now upon him making him feel happy in this moment of clarity feeling his heart rose to the occasion by beating faster than normal.
Alan placed his mouth against Snape’s right ear, his tongue lingered out from the confindes of his mouth as he spoke. “How about-“. Alan licked lightly on Snape’s ear feeling the skin beneath his wet tongue, he started then to move Snape’s body up pecking his ear lightly. Snape breathed out in a smile, Alan closed his eyes lightly pecking Snape on the side of his head in a little trail of kisses and Snape breathed out facing now towards Alan. “Like one of those?”. Alan questioned. Snape nodded. “Yes. One of those I will take one of those please” He smiled moving in closer to Alan more.
Alan raised his eyebrows up snaring in a cheeky tone watching Snape’s movements. “You’re a monster!-“. Snape delightedly quoted. Alan lightly nipped the side of Snape’s neck with his teeth, Snape had not moved his hand grabbing Alan’s waist closer within his waist feeling their waists touch together, Alan kissed more on the side of Snape’s face in a trail Snape laughed resting his nose upon Alan’s shoulder and started rubbing the side of Alan’s body.
Meanwhile Allison was walking down the hallway in their direction seeing Alan and Snape where there. So she blurted out to get their attention. “Opps!”. She said, she just turned into the kitchen as both Alan and Snape stopped what they were doing but they still had their arms around each other. “Don’t worry about it”. Snape said as he pressed his lips together making sure no air escaped him. Allison looked back over to Alan and Snape as she stood at the kitchen counter with her hands on the bench before her resting. “Well we are almost ready for dinner”. Alan unlocked his lips from Snape, moved his head slightly in the direction of Allison. “So, where is your boyfriend?”. Alan smiled as he pushed his body closer to Snape moving his hips up in a lifting motion. Snape cocked one eyebrow up feeling Alan’s length press against him while Alan’s hands where now around Snape’s waist. “He is in my room changing cloths”. Allison commented to Alan. “In to what?”. Alan said more as a joke that did make a smile on Allison’s face. “Very funny. Alan”. Snape laughed. “Hahaha”. He said as he looked at Alan in his direction. “Were very funny people”. Alan and Allison said in unison together. “I think thats enough carrots”. Alan said turning his attention over to Allison seeing she was doing more than they needed to be. Snape looked at Alan with crossed eyebrows. “Shut your goyish mouth-“. Allison looked up at him with a concerned look upon her face as Snape kindly continued. “- Go get Christian it’s almost time to serve up”. Snape politely insisted upon Allison. She did as she was told quickly leaving the room with no word.
Alan now had his hand around Snape’s chest area feeling the threads intertwine his fingers while he moved his neck around to the right side of Snape’s neck biting it lightly with his tongue touching it afterwards. He then moved his face around to the front of Snape hitting each others nose lightly. Alan snarled again. “Are you gonna eat me?”. Snape cheekily questioned while Alan still had a hold of him. “- Are you gonna eat me alive?”. Snape said continuing. “Woof”. Alan barked. Snape breathed in saying his answer. “Woof? Though. Yeah ok!”. Snape insisted moving Alan closer with the scent of his nose that touched Alan again that made Alan feel the urging pain again.
Alan swiftly pushed Snape away turning him towards the wall now Snape rested his back against the wall. “Getting ruff are we-“. Alan placed his index finger against Snape’s smooth lips not letting them part, he cocked an eyebrow up at him “I will eat you up tonight-“. Snape gradually opened his mouth to speak but Alan interrupted him with his sexy voice. “Hey little miss thing. Behave”….
10.00pm
Christian, Allison, Snape and Alan where all now in the kitchen sitting around the table Allison was sitting next to Snape on her left as on the other side of the table it was Allison and Christian then on his left side was Alan, he was sitting in front of Snape.
They all settled down with food in front of them, It started out to be a very quiet dinner both Snape and Alan where both getting some pasta together and that made Allison pip up from the silence to try and make some small talk between them all. “Its like lady and the tramp-“. Allison said facing Christian with a smile as did him he too her but holding a small hint of a grudge towards Alan and Snape as his hand was resting beside his plate, he tightened his grip, his hand turned into a fist, Snape knowingly looked upon his stamina at the table.
He then thought (What is lady and the tramp?). Snape looked over at Allison. “Lady and the tramp?”. Snape questioned. Allison turned her attention to him. “It’s Alan’s favrote film-“. Alan looked up at her, Snape turned his attention now to Alan. “When I was six-“. Allison butted in. “See, when Lady and the tramp go on this date, to an Italian restraint, and then the waiter. Tony brings this big bowl of spaghetti well in this case vegan spaghetti and vegan meet balls and um. They put their head in the bowl-“. Snape raised an eyebrow up at Allison. “-They are dogs-“. Snape then nodded with a smile. “-And they come up with this. One single strand of spaghetti. And then they chew. And chew-“. Allison stopped mid-sentence as Christian politely interrupted her with a slight touch of his hand that was under the table mentioning for her to stop so he could speak. Snape did a slow but not to slow gaze at Alan as Alan did the same as they kept the eye contact to a good amount from the table. “And then they get closer and closer together. Until finally their mouths meet-“. Christian paused for a moment.
Alan looked over at Snape with a lingering smile. “That is in my world the greatest screen kiss. Ever”. Alan said taking a quick gulp of his small shot glassed vodka that was on the side on his plate. “Well, I , I remember it. Like this”. Snape began to grab his napkin, placed it neatly around his neck as it held in place. Then he grabbed one strand of pasta from his plate and Alan just chuffed a little as he breathed out not believing that Snape was actually going to do it right now in front of Allison and Christian.
Snape then grabbed between his thumb and index finger the other end of the pasta with his free hand and gradually moved over to Alan as Alan opened up his mouth and lightly grabbed the other end of the spaghetti between his teeth as did Snape. Snape placed hit glidingly between his upper and bottom teeth that were covered by the edges of his lips as it slid in. Alan and Snape got closer and closer as they devoured the pasta within themselves but, as they get to nose length they both stopped looking into each other eyes locked in a magical trance. But that shortly ended. Snape pulled away from the situation, he began to feel a bit embarrassed as he shyly faced Allison and Christian.
10.20pm
While Snape, Christian and Allison where in deep convocation about god knows what Alan on the other hand was sitting politely watching them talk between each other with yet again another lingering smile upon his face that turned into something more as he gazed across the table as he stared not knowingly at Snape from a safe distance. Alan would like to touch those lips of his shallow concoxion, long neck, nibble it and nuzzle his jaw bone with his nose.
Alan lost himself in trance, Christian pulled him out from that, he was asking a question to him. “Hey, Alan!”. He said as he faced him. “Ah. Yes what?”. He said trying to gain back consciousness. “So where did you and Snape meet for the first time?”. Alan looked down for a moment then he looked back up at him. “Ah we just meet at the Chineas restraint near my place”. Alan smiled as he gazed upon Snape looking at him at those one intimate fingers, so versatile , tender , wheels of wrinkles seeling the knuckles deep and smooth to the touch. Alan quivered with enthusiasm as he sat in his seat.
Out of nowhere Snape turned to Alan’s direction, Snape lightly placed his hand on Alan with a fuzzy voice; Alan tried to see him or is it the alcohol? Or is it him. Alan feels Snape’s touch deepen as their tones turn to muffled sounds like a radio.
Alan cannot feel his middle finger lightly and with sensual rotative strokes like a well-earned massage behind Alan’s knuckles, Snape’s thumb shoves into his fist and nuzzles against his palm. Just what he doesn’t want, well he does but not right now. The untimely coincidence of a small erection Alan closes his eyes for a mere moment. (Not now. Please not now). He wines in his mind telling it to stop even though he likes his touch. Alan feels his mind it going to explode, he thought that this could have been an erection but no this time it was different. Alan removed his hand immediately away from Snape. It just came back to normal with no fuzziness as he lightly began to rub the sides of his thighs in unison, he had his other hand on his right thigh doing the same thing in-tuned with his other. Alan stood breathing heavily walking out from the room into the kitchen more just behind the corner leaving Snape confused.
Alan on the other hand walked over to the sink in the kitchen. Walked over to the cabinet, quickly pulled out a glass of water, filled it up to the top and just poured it over his face, he tried to cool down. (Why is my anxiety playing up again). Alan thought. He sat himself up on the side counter breathing in and out heavily trying to calm himself down a little, he placed the half glass of water beside him and his hands where on his head and elbows where resting on his knee caps.
He sat their feeling a cold sweat rise upon his now cold skin feeling it slyther-in his deformed soul trying to manipulate him to do something unheard of or even bad. Without a warning Snape walked into the room seeing Alan was sitting on the side bench near the sink quivering in his body. Without thinking Snape immediately walks over to Alan lightly pushed Alan’s thighs apart so he is now in the center of Alan placing his arms around him.
Soon enough that calmed down Alan a bit. Alan noticed someone. That was Snape was hugging him. Alan looked up from his position meeting Snape’s eyes, all he could say was. “Be careful”. Snape unhooked his arms away from Alan with a confused look upon his shallow face, he tilted it to one side as if a puppy would when it hears something different in its surroundings.
Snape removed his left arm placing his fingers upon Alan’s kneecap slowly patting it letting Alan feel him. Alan looked up and sighed at Snape. “Come here”. He whispered. Snape gradually walked closer to Alan placing his two hand on either side of Alan’s thighs pulling him in closer on the cabinet, their breathes matched in unison, Alan has his left hand on Snape’s shoulder and the other around Snape’s waist also pulling himself within the embrace stigma of Snape. “I have been waiting to do this to you all night. I can’t stop thinking about you”. Alan whispered his hard voice upon Snape, he gently ran his fingers up and down Alan’s thighs, he started into Alan’s eyes seeing their faces meet with magic spars flying, his mouth partly open to utter two whispering words that echoed through Alan’s head. “Me too”. They are the words to his knowing heart in this bliss moment.
“We just don’t have enough time together”. Snape uttered, he still had his eyes upon Alan, he moved his left hand to Alan’s belt slowly touching the outside rim running along his index finger feeling the touch of the leather beneath his finger almost touching Alan’s t-shit lining near his waist that made Alan ach so much with pleasure. “I know its hard.-“. Alan paused for a moment feeling something was hard, he raised his thick eyebrow up, he looked in-between his thighs. “-Finding the time to be together”. Alan laughed. Snape did a little chuff rising the sides of his mouth into a smile.
12.00pm
Alan walked into the kitchen not knowing of Snape’s wear a-bouts he sees that Allison is sitting on a chair. Alan thought for a moment, he blinked his eyes a couple of times before he made a sound. “Hey”. Alan whispered softly letting Allison know that he was in the room.
Allison looked up from her gaze, she meet eyes with Alan. She gave a soft “Hey”. Back while Alan took a seat beside her on the next chair that was on her left. Allison looked over at him moving a strand of hair away from her pale face. “Are we still talking?”. Alan nodded. “Yes we are Hun”. Alan gave Allison a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around her feeling his body against hers. Alan and Allison broke it off; Allison looked at him with a thought that just came to mind. “You and Snape can stay the night it you want?”. “Are you sure, that’s ok?”. Allison smiled. “Yes I am sure”. Allison said placing a hand gently upon Alan’s hand.
12.30pm
Alan walked into the spare room; he turned the light feeling the heat above him latching to his skin making his feel warm inside and on the out. Alan strips off his pants, he chucked them to the side, he stands in front of the mirror that is placed in the corner of the room, he slowly undoes his t-shirt feeling his fingers touch his body, he unbuttons every single button with ease, he then discards the t-shirt leaving him with only his black boxers on with a grey rim around sitting on his waist comfortably.
Alan strolls over to the bed sitting on top of it, he breathes out lightly feeling a bit venerable, this would be the first night he has ever slept with a man for over three years, Alan has his hands on the side of him holding onto the white sheets within his fingers, he starts to look around the room, he has been here so many times before whenever Allison has party she lends him the spare room so then he doesn’t have to walk home drunk.
Alan looks to the side of him listening out for anything for a moment while he held his mouth open with full of pause, he held his breath in lingering in his throat. Alan then closed his mouth turning his head the other way letting out the controlled air from his nose, he looked over into the other side of the room, Alan took one more breath out before feeling his anxiety was coming along for the first time in three years. Alan moved his hands in front of him, he holded lightly with his left hand holding onto his index finger and the middle one with his right hand feeling the hairs on his skin.
He tightly increased the touch by tugging on the two fingers, he started to sway a little, he breathed out again still moving in his position, he looked up gazing around the room trying to stop this from happening, Alan exhaled one breath out, he looked down narrowing his eyes down into a well-adjusted frown, he began to place his hands on either of his thighs rubbing them up and down across his hairy legs feeling his hand deep within his skin with the pressure making it kind of easy for him to control his intense breathing at this moment.
He does this for a while before he removes his hands away from the thighs bringing them to a stop. With a few more breaths he releases his hand back onto his thighs rubbing them again with the same amount of pressure he used before; he looked around the room feeling the sweat beneath his cold hairy legs, his fingers glided across his skin with ease, is an aeroplane was landing on the strip. He starts to rub them a bit harder now going over the knees then back to his waist, his mouth is opened wide showing his white teeth exposing a bit of air to escape, make the air pace thicken his breath, he looked down again with that frown of his.
He removes his hands away from his thighs for a split second for the second time placing them back together rubbing them immediately when the edges of his fingertips touch his bare skin. Alan sees that this hands are getting sore with red marks starting to appear, he gradually increases them to a tighter grip, he shakes a bit feeling it start to work, he jolts up in a standing position letting his hands go free in a swaying motion and stand there for a while.
Alan then immediately sits back down connecting his fingers together again as he exhales deep from his opened throat. Suddenly there was a light knock at the door. Alan swiftly turned around looking at the door with sharp eyes, he held his breath in before answering. “Come in”. He answered whipping off the acuminated sweat that had formed around his face, he turned his body towards the door, crossing his legs and he waited patiently. Snape opened the door feeling the cold air seep in over his enclosed body not seeing Alan’s wondering eyes, he wondered into the space turning swiftly on one foot, he silently closed the door from behind him exhaling air from his already parted lips before closing them.
His eyes lighten up seeing that Alan was sitting in the room looking at him from his position, he sat their content in his surroundings trying to not give any emotion of his anxiety away. Snape crept forward a bit; he reached the bedside placing one hand on the bed feeling the tenderness of the bed sheets upon his fingers. He thought of something to say. His eyes meet Alan’s slightly shaken ones. “I found you”. He smiled. Alan looked at him with a small smile that appeared across his washed out face. “Yes, you found me”. He chuffed lightly turning away for a moment taking a breather. “Well, would you like me to tuck you in bed….”. Alan turned back around hearing Snape’s words raising an eyebrow up at him. Snape thought of something quickly to add on his sentence. “Ah well because I’m staying up a bit more to chat”. He smile feeling a bit relived. Alan looked at him with his now un-raised eyebrow but with his reassuring smile. “Sure”. He answered.
Snape pulled the covers away from him; he slipped into bed and just lied still for a moment, he heard himself breaths seeing his chest lift up and down. Alan took small intakes of breath, Snape slowly walked over to the left side of Alan as he held the white sheet in-between his pale olive toned hand, he coaxed the thin layer of Alan’s bare body, he grabbed him like a clean film to skin and they both attracted the touch of one another.
Alan sat their feeling the smoothness of the sheets running across the surface of own skin feeling his hairs tremble. Snape lightly placed the sheet across Alan’s bare chest feeling his touch on Alan’s body leaving Alan with a simple but polite smile, he swivelled around on one foot in a peaceful ease of his body movements starting to walk to the door hearing Alan whispere that came out of nowhere for him and even Alan himself was surprised of where those words that came out from his mouth also. “Be back soon”. Was all Snape needed to hear.
Snape was just about to close the door and leave his prince to sleep. Snape whispered back to Alan that he could only hear him. “I will be back soon”. He softly voiced out his words as the sound bounces towards Alan slipping through the remnants of small dust particles that filled through the air that consumed them both.
18/11/2014
2.00am
Snape steps up to the plate, he politely jested his own position trying to make himself sit politely on the seat, he intervirtly was sucked into the already started convocation between Allison and Christian that is being played out perfectly before him as if he wasn’t there at all. Christian then casually turned to Snape with a question in mind. He on the other hand already knew his answer. “Do you have brothers, sisters or-“. Snape narrows his eyes towards Christian holding back his emotions and physical emotion to he secretly hid his hand under the table that was holding his coat tightly within his grip. “- A lone wolf”. Snape immediately hid the fact that he knew he had said this before to him but he politely eased his tight gripped hand away from the depth of the table, lightly placed it on the table and said. “I ‘m a lone wolf”. Leaving him with a pathetic but reasonable smile to not seem to forgiving in there little digs at each other, with that Christian replies with “I see, ok”. Christian then faced Allison now she had a few word to say. “Well I bet thats good in some parts”. She politely smiled over to Snape. Snape closed his eyes with a small grin in accepting the thought about this. “So does Alan have any brothers or sisters or is he alone wolf like me?”. Allison withdrawal her voice for a moment, she sat back into her chair more making time to think. (He doesn’t know. Should I tell him? For his safety I think I should).
Allison cleared her thoughts, she inhaled lightly, Snape was waiting patiently for a response from her mouth. “Ah. Yes he does have a brother”. Snape nodded with a smile not answering yet, Christian butted in. “I thought you said he didn’t have one!”. Allison quickly looked over at Christian. “Sorry, babe I couldn’t tell you this right away. Because you said this the second time we meet. I didn’t want to put that on you I didn’t want to spoil the fun we were having”. Christian thought about it for a moment, he lightly bobbed his head up and down, he then looked back at Allison. “Thats ok”. He smiled reassuring Allison with his arm around her. Snape looked back at Allison. “So what’s the deal with his brother? Then!”. Snape said not holding any words back at this point. “Well to cut it short, they were both split at birth and he hasn’t seen him since then-“. “Not even what they look like….what about a name?”. Snape interrupted with ease in his tone of voice sounding calm to this situation that he has put himself in to find out why. “Well from what I know by a secret source that I am not going to mention, I don’t remember much about what the source said but maybe his name started with L But if there was a photo of him now I probably would spot him out easily”. She stopped before she could say anymore to Snape and Christian.
3.00am
Snape lingered at the foot of Alan’s door, he rested his head softly on the back of the door feeling his strands of his black thinly trimmed hair resting upon his shoulders, he complicated if he should leave now and source out if he should find that brother of Alan’s or deny the fact that he is intruding on family heritage.
He denies the fact of the thought and he turned around facing the door with a slight breathe of air, he consumed the packet of air he reaches his pale hand out as he slightly turned the nob, it made a small squeaking and twist with a slight pull with a gasp of air that started to escape the room onto Snape, his body was infested with small dust particles that practically leaped at him, they latched themselves onto his cloths, his face practically all over him. Snape sees before him a bleak black room with a slight sound of a soul that inhabits the bed with slight sound of Alan breathing inside it. Snape on the other hand isn’t quite as naive as Alan in wearing just underwear but he respects all in his belief that he wears underwear when going to bed.
Snape silently moved his hand out in front of him, the other hand started to undo his buttons as if he was playing the piano hitting every button, if it was the key pressing the right amount of pressure making it pop out from the soul of the tightly stitched tailored hole, it gave his body a new sense of life in the meaning of undressing himself. He always took the time to do so. At first Snape didn’t always quiet get in the swing of things of doing this the first time he ever got this valuable clothing as now he has mastered the way of getting it off and on his body with precision to not tarring any strands away from it.
Near to the end of Snape undressing himself he lastly slipped off his shoes with grace, he placed them neatly beside the bed in a straight line. One against the other, he left the white under coat buttoned up to the rip of his chin only leaving a small gap of air to seep through each time he took a breath or a small gulp also he wore for the bottom part of his body was some trouser like long-johns that synched in around his legs not leaving any room for any air to escape as it kept the warmth within him.
3.10am
*Dream State*
Black figured man Pov:
He sees Alan kneeling before a man with a blurred out blond streak of hair that is covering his face that has a strong grip grasping on Alan’s throat. (No this can’t be like my dream) The black figured man looked at Alan; he looks so helpless, like he lost something dear to his heart as the black figured man could instantly feel Alan’s pain consuming his own mined with tears of sadness as they poured down his cheek with a slight of impulse as they couldn’t stop.
The black figure blurts out with a red face. “…… leave Alan alone!”. Leaving the muffled tone of the man who has Alan by the throat. The names was left out as it sound fuzzy at the start. (This motherfucker will not hurt Alan if it’s the last thing I do). He looks up from Alan and he just smiles. “……-“. The muffled tone started again leaving his name blank for the black figured guy. “- So good of you to join us. If you would be so kind as to just wait for like two seconds so I can rip his throat out, we can have a civilized discussion." The blond hared figure turns his back to Alan who has gone wide eyed and is looking at the black figure before him with fear in his eyes and breathed deeply. The black figure steps forward and then the blond figure grips Alan's throat harder, forcing a groan from him. Alan wined. "Let him go, ….. Now! Why Are You Doing this?". Alan blurts out with tears in his eyes.
"Au contraire, my dearest, you don't need him. When he's dead you can have me. Isn't that what you want? also he said so". "Fuck you! He is my mate, now let him go! And who is He that you speak of?" The black figure takes another hesitant step towards them. "….., baby, just leave. I can deal with this. It's okay, baby. Just go. I'll be fine." Alan wheezes with defeat in his voice.( No! I will not fucking leave him to cower in front of the blond figure. He doesn't deserve this). "No, I want to help you, Baby. Please, let me help you." The black figure reached out to him and as the blond figure laughs in his stance with a hand on his hip. "Listen to the boy,. Leave now." The black figure whimpered and looks at Alan holding his breath in "B-Baby boy?" "Baby go, it's okay."
*Dream State End*
While all this was happening Alan was rolled over one side of the bed facing away from Snape with his arm under his head holding him up and away from the bed as his other hand rests in front of him. Alan started to quiver in his body as he grabbed on the sheets tighter with his right hand as he started to curl up into a ball breathing out lightly with his eyes closed tightly shut as it felt like his throat was being pulled out.
On the other hand Snape was sleeping in the same position as Alan facing the same was as him also. Alan starts to move away from the bed conscious of his surroundings, he gets closer to Snape, he wakes up opening his eyes seeing Alan is moving in his sleep, shaking his head a little also his hands and he sees the back of his head moving too. Snape looks at him for a mere moment trying to figure out what is Alan doing. Snape then decides that he placed his right arm over Alan so that he knows someone is there for him, he touched Alan’s shoulder and light pushes him towards him so he could feel safe in his grip.
Alan starts to calm down immediately; he feels Snape warm convincing touch upon his shoulder and his upper back near the start of his neck. Alan started to come to life, he opened his eyes knowing he just had a nightmare; he looked upon his shoulder he sees that Snape has his arm on him feeling a bit safe at the moment. Alan straightened his legs, he turned over facing Snape, his eyes were already on him with a concerning look upon Snape’s face that Alan could feel the vibe from him.
They looked into each others eyes, with no thinking Alan opened his mouth and said “I love you”. With a shyish smile that came across his face, his hair dangled up on his forehead almost covering the beautify that withholds in his eyes. Snape paused for a moment before answering; he raised one of his eyebrows up at Alan. “And why? Do you love me?”. He questioned. “I love you because your mine”. Alan chuffed a small laugh as did Snape. “ I love you because you need love. I love you because when you look at me I feel like a hero. It’s always like that”.
Snape moved his body more onto Alan, he slipped his left leg in-between Alan’s, he placed his hand upon Alan’s chest feeling his skin beneath his fingertips, they both looked into each others eyes, Snape mouth was close enough to kiss Alan’s mouth. “I love you because when I touch you, I feel more of a man… Than any other man.”. Snape caressed the side of Alan’s left chest feeling the bones of his ribs, Alan breathed out calmly and kept their eyes locked on each other not tearing apart for a second.
Snape then moved his left hand towards Alan’s face feeling the skin on his cheek, he paced his head on the right side of Alan’s face resting it on his shoulder, their cheek to cheek were touching together, Snape rubbed off Alan’s face and they then meet back with their eyes looking at each other again.
Snape opened his mouth to speak, he rested his left hand upon Alan’s left cheek moving his index finger slightly in circles. “I love you too”. “And why? Do you love me too?”. Alan questioned Snape with a twinkle in his eyes. “I love you because when I touch you… I make you feel more a man than any other man. I love you because nobody could ever accuse us of love, I love you because to understand love they’d need to turn the whole world upside down-“. Alan placed his hand lightly on Snape’s chin lifting it up so he could see more into Snape’s black eyes. “I love you because you could love somebody else. Yet still you love me. Just me”. “Just you….Just you”. Snape smiled with a gleaming mind.
Their body’s start to intertwine with one another, Alan leaps onto Snape holding their bodies close, Alan with his free hand moved the sheet away from him, Snape held with his right up on Alan’s back, his fingertips gradually dag into his back, Alan moved his body up so he could fit his legs into Snape little crevice of his own, their chests where touching, Snape rubbed the sides of Alan’s chest with both hands feeling the excitement rise into the room.
They did that for about twelve second of rubbing each others body. Snape started feeling Alan and Alan started feeling Snape. Their breathes synchronized in unison feeling the emotion rise, for a mere moment like someone putting a stopper in death they look into each others eyes, Alan has his mouth half open showing a bit of his teeth, Snape’s hands his right hand holding onto Alan’s neck, he had his left hand holding onto to Snape’s chest, they just started at each other in silence with quiet sounds of breathing, they both could feel their bodies against one another, Alan moved up a bit placing his torso more into Snape’s body.
Snape could feel Alan’s breath upon him in this bliss moment, he lightly nodded to Alan giving him the go ahead. Not of a kiss. But his touch.
They were at it again feeling each others body, Alan hand one raised leg up covering Snape’s torso, Snape placed a loving hand on his thigh, he gently rubbed it up and down feeling the electricity between then both making them feel alive and well.
Snape reached Alan’s knee cap and placed his hand in between Alan’s knee cap and hoisted him up a bit feeling their bodies rub against each other, Alan breath out harshly, he cocked his head back feeling the sexual tension on him.
6.00am
Snape turned over in his bed seeing that Alan was up and looking at him that made Snape put a smile on his face. “Morning Sunshine”. Snape whispered, he placed his hand on Alan’s shoulder resting his fingertips against Alan’s ear tempting to touch them, Alan moved a bit closer towards him. “Morning Snape, did you have a good chat last night with Allison and Christian?”. He thought. He lightly bit on his bottom lip seeing through those deep black eyes.
Snape looked down for a moment before reconnecting back with his eyes on Alan, he took a small moment to think of what to say to him. “Ah, yeah we had a great time; we just talked about brothers and sisters”. He lightly implied he rubbed his index finger on Alan’s cheek seeing a smile appear; his finger touched his soft chin that he shaved to the best of his ability. Snape opened his mouth to speak again. “Do you have any brothers or sisters, or you’re a lone wolf like me?”. Alan turned his head as he instantly narrowed his eyes thinking thought is closed mind, he then turned his thoughts back over to Snape. “I am a lone wolf is well”…..
6.20am
Just as it hit 6.20am in the morning Snape was resting beside the kitchen bench leaning on one foot more than the other, his torso rested against on the cabinet behind him, he holded a warm cup of hot chocolate, he took small gulps of the substance that warmed his entire body up with goodness, his eyes wondered around in the bleak but bright colourful room that didn’t compare with his set of clothing that was basically different shades of black but he didn’t mind. Black is the new black.
Snape breathed out moving the cup back onto the counter, he had his back turned to the door leading out into the corridor a very vibrant Allison walked into the room seeing that Snape was up also at this time. She announced her self as Snape swiftly turned around, his eyebrows went up at her then went back down, he glared a small smile that approached on her. “Morning”. She said as she sat down at the table in front of Snape. Snape didn’t reply, his face was away from hers thinking if he should bring up the subject of Alan not knowing his brother and that really cut him deep in ways he could never speak of in this moment, he held his hands out on the counter as they began to impulsively sweat before him with no control he turned around and face Allison and held his breath in deep.
Snape took one big step closer to Allison invading her personal space, she narrowed her eyebrows towards him, she backed a bit in her seat. Snape withholds his speak, they both look into each others eyes. All Allison could feel was hatred in those bleak black mysterious eyes, she holded her breath in also. For a mere moment it was so tense until Snape was the first one to speak out from the silence, he placed his firm hand on the table in her direction. “Why do you not speak of Alan’s brother to him?”. Allison blinked her eyes a little, she received his question wondering what to say. “This isn’t your matter anyway”. She laughed it off with a pinch of salt. Snape on the other hand looked dead harsh at her, she felt his presence get stronger. “Yes it is, I love him-“. Snape stopped in mid context, he realised those words that just magically slipped out from his mouth that made Allison jump out from her seat, move towards Snape more that made Snape jump, he took a few steps away from her now. “WHAT!!”. She yelled trying to keep her voice down, Snape rolled his eyes at her denying that he had just said those words, he tried not to meet her gaze. “Now look here Snape, you cannot love Alan yet, you have practically only just met!”. She sneered in a deeper tone.
Snape turned away from her gaze for a split second as he took a breath in he turned to her looking dead cold that made her now freeze up, shiver in her position, she then began to feel fear forming in her face, she made her face feel numb, she twitched a bit in her eyes with her hands now placed by her side holding on to the sides of her cloths tightly hinged in her fingertips with small breaths of air that escaped the small parted gap between her bottom and upper top lip, she feared for the worst to come at her, the thoughts ran through her head like a time boom. “TICK, TICK”. Was all that was going on in her head.
Snape lingered the tension in a moment, he antagonised the silence within the room just to mess with her, he gave her an intense stare that he barley teared away from. He then extended his left leg towards the innocent soul, he crept up into her space filling it with fear, he gained closer and closer towards her. She back away from his hitting the wall with her back seeing that she could no longer go anywhere, she felt like she could no longer hold her breath in, her fists started to close in on her, she was all ready to disappear.
With his white jagged teeth showing seeing that he hasn’t been to a dentist to sort them out tells Allison that he isn’t a wealthy man but by the state of his black cloths tells her something else as he stood there in his diameter around Allison, he has his mouth partly open, he licked the top surface of his bottom lip making it all wet before he gulped clearing her watery mouth he coughed, he cleared his raspy throat, he tilted his head at her still feeling his intense atmosphere around him that he was in control of her now and that he doesn’t want to mess this up. “Allison!-“. He politely chuffed with a sarcastic tone also a fake smile that went along with it perfectly he continued. “- My dear Allison, you seem to be a good friend to Alan don’t you?. Huh?”. He paused for a moment letting it sink in with Allison. She began to retaliate his words as she had a frown upon her face.
Her lips trembled with anticipation, she voiced out these words softly. “Yes I-“. Snape interrupted her with a touch, he placed his cold hearted hand upon her shivering shoulder stopping in her tracks. “Would a friend ever keep the deepest darkest secret to your very best friend in the world?”. Snape nodded, he removed his hand away from her and back to the side of him and he waited patiently for her response to come alive.
Allison had now moved her hands in front of her stomach, they moved together, she thought of something to say, her eyes stuck straight on Snape’s wondering mind. “Well um yes they woul-“. Allison got the fear from her life. Snape pressed his whole body against her with his face right next to hers, he breathed in lightly feeling his breath on her skin, it retaliated back onto his own, it indicated that he was now so close to her feeling and hearing her heat beat.
Snape directed his eyes upon her, Allison’s mouth was shut tight, she couldn’t bear to move, she looked dead straight at him with her eyes that started to form tears, he face began to turn red. “Getting scared are we?.....Now I would never keep a secret from my very best friend because that would get you in a lot of trouble? Wouldn’t it”. Allison didn’t answer as she feared he would do something bad to her. “Answer Allison. I know where you live-“. Instantly that hit Allison home in her heart so she answered quickly. “Yes it would”. She answered short as to not get interrupted by Snape.
Snape closed his eyes for a moment and he took a small breather before looking back to Allison. “Now why don’t you be….A little good girl-“. Snape emphasised on the word ‘A good little girl’ as it reminded her of one of Alan’s boyfriend saying the opposite witch was ‘good boy’. She thought it sounded familiar that she spoke these words that came out from her mouth. “You are not the guy that Christian was with when he cheated with Alan?”. She raised an eyebrow at him. Snape didn’t knew this was coming so he had to think of something witty to say and also she would have to believe it.
He cringed quickly speaking. “When did Alan and Christian break up then?”. “Back in 2010”. She quickly responded. “Well, I was in a shaving competition in the Kimberly. And I won!”. He stated proudly, he placed his two hands around Allison’s waist enticing her body closer to his, she began to feel the fear appear back on her face.
“Now as I said before and I will say it again, a little good girl will not speak of this to anyone. Wouldn’t they now?”. Allison shook her head instantly, she muttered under her breathe of the words he exactly wanted to hear. “Only I would tell Alan about this. And if I hear you have then. You will just won’t know what is coming-“. Snape stopped. He heard a door close, he completely removed his hands away from Allison back over to the coffee cup that was still on the table and faced the front door keeping his eyes peeled and mouth shut, both Alan and Christian walked into the room together seeing Snape and Allison plus the atmosphere lingered within the confindes of the room for s mere moment.
Christian and Alan just stood there as they felt something was up.
From out the silence Christian opened his mouth to speak, he looked at both Allison and Snape , Allison tried to hold back her tears. “Is everything all right?”. He breathed out, he tried, his body was waking up slowly. Neither Snape nor Allison replied Snape took one step forward, he turned his head in Allison’s direction, he announced his voice loud and clear to her ears “Two can’t keep a secret if the other is dead….But sometimes we have to let go”. Snape then walked in-between Alan and Christian, they both looked confused, Alan had his mouth partly open to the situation, Allison felt the fear, tension just vanished from out the kitchen when Snape left the area….
10.00 am
The sweat beneath his hinged brow lingered down the center of his nose, his mouth was slightly raised, his feet were pressed together like a dead person in a coffin that has been taxidermist with no soul but with a weeping heart. He looked away from the concrete stains that where by the soles on his shoes as he waited more like paused for a while, he stood peacefully at the red old gold plated door.
Snape’s hands where neatly placed in his pockets with a slight withdrawal of their state. He removed one of his hands into the cold bliss air, his hand felt alive feeling the breeze on his skin. Snape retched over at the door knob feeling the cold brass texture on his hand, he twisted his wrist with ease, it unhinged the door letting him feel the cold breeze, he pulled the door towards him, he felt a bit anxious with the situation at hand if he should find some information on the L guy. Snape staggered into the space all he could see where these six or seven shelfs that were occupied with only one big light in the centre of the room, you could also see the smoke of someones cigarette fuming around the whole space making it look mysterious and dark habitat.
Snape lingered on to the first shelf he placed his index finger on the brim of the folders looking for the letter C. Unaware of his surroundings there was a guy in a leather brown jacket, pale pink t-shirt with a dash or red tinged colour undershirt with a collar that flapped over the top of the rim of his jacket, he also wore a cream coloured trousers with a black belt to match with the black doc martins. On top of that he had a brown thinly cut mustache that almost covered his red biggish lips that was almost covered by the hair on his chin that was shaved to the best he could with the side of his chin was a straight line of hair. On the other hand with his eyebrows they were big a bushy with a tinge of dark brown that matched his brown eyes.
Now with his head well he had no hair but instead he had a black thick rimmed glasses that he could see perfectly out from them, his mouth was partly open with a tooth pick hanging out from his lips, he held the other end with his white teeth as he looked up at Snape.
The gentleman coughed a bit, he placed his right hand on his throat feeling his adams apple, he tried to clear it making Snape now aware that he was not alone. The gentleman looked in Snape's direction seeing that he has caught his attention. “Well, hello their!”. The gentlemen said facing Snape, he extended his hand out to him. Snape looked at him not wanting to shake the other mans hand, he got the hint. “Oh, so you’re not a hand shaker. Huh?”. He chuffed, lightly not meeting eye contact with Snape. He looked at the folders before him. “So what are you looking for?”. He questioned still not looking at Snape. “Well, I’m looking for someone by under the name of-“. Snape now looked at the man seeing his brown dark eyes that where dimmed by the light. “- under the name of Cumming?”. The gentleman thought about it for a moment, he looked to the shelf to the right of him seeing the ‘C’ section was right by him.
The gentlemen flipped through the police profile rap sheets he placed his index finger down on the paper looking with his eyes, his finger went down slowly looking for the word, he stopped he landed on the word ‘Cumming’. The gentleman looked over at Snape. “You’re in luck”. He smiled, he pulled out a profile folder that had the word ‘Cumming’ on it and handed it to Snape. Snape politely held the paper in his hands, he looked at the gentlemen with a smile of gratitude. “Thank you”. “So what is this for, anyway-“. He stopped in his tracks, he saw Snape raised his thick black eyebrow at him, he stood up straight more, he leaned his back against the shelf behind him. “Its none of your business!”. He said politely. Snape softened his eyebrow down back to its normal spot. “I see. Ok, well there are seats over there, I will be just up at the desk”. He smiled at Snape, he then leaved the convocation placing his two hands in front of him as he glided away.
Snape did a half smile rising the right side of his cheek, he then turned to the left and saw a small desk in the corner with a chair and a lamp that was on sitting on the right side seeing the cigarette smoke appear again like vapored water latching to his body like a magnet.
10.20am
Snape sat at the chair peering at the paper, he read carefully each piece of paper in hand he moved carefully as a butterfly person would if they were inspecting the dead butterfly with tweezers but he used is index finger and his thumb instead.
Snape’s eyes went wide, he leaned back into his seat, he placed his index finger on his bottom lip, he saw the word on the paper ‘Lee Grinner Pace’. Snape removed his index finger away from his bottom lip and placed it on the paper before him seeing that next to his name was a number. Snape whipped out his phone from his pocket, flipped it open. You see now Snape is an old fashioned guy. He doesn’t have one of those iPhone because he likes his Samsung because it’s all he needs none of those gadgets or apps that you have on the phone its just execs baggage to him.
Snape pondered for a moment, he looked at the number on the page and then his phone a phew times. (What am I going to say to him? Should I do it?....Fuck it). Snape narrowed his eyes, he started to diel the numbers in, he pushed his index finger into the correct keys, he then placed the phone against the ear and waited for the ringing to stop.
Snape’s heart was racing, his mind tried to calm himself down if he should back out or not. But he was too late the ringing stopped, Snape moved in his seat hearing a mans breathe on the other end. “Hello, this is Lee”. Snape partly opened his mouth as if someone put a stopper in his speech, he was too afraid to say anything to him because he sounded a lot like Alan knowing now that Allison was true. Snape closed his mouth, he closed his eyes he took a small breath in to clear his heart beating thoughts. “Hello, is there anyone their?”. The man on the other end of the phone questioned with a deeper tone in his voice.
Snape snapped out of it for a moment and just closed the phone, he breathed in fear, he stared at the phone feeling bad for what he has done. Well, almost done.
Meanwhile Alan absorbed whipping dangly finger tips that crawled down his wirery limbs as he could feel the wirery hairs pinch at his fingertips with precision as they reached his heal disembowing the wet from his fingers. His eyes where soaking wet with a dropping feel, he blinked a couple of times, his back rested on the side of the bath filling his head with silence.
As the steam from his body evaporated for his whole body Alan stood up with ease, he removed his left hand from his current position seeing the fog on the tinted mirror, he whipped of the steam with his bare hand feeling the wet pile up around his fingers, his eyes looked at him from the mirrors point of view. Alan holded the outer layer of his towel with not much pressure from his right hand he thought of an idea that came to mind. Alan looked down at the clean sink that hand only a glass cup with a lime green toothbrush inside, the toothpaste was placed vertical to the glass cup and then his flip phone was also vertical to the tube of past and the glass cup. With his free hand Alan grabbed his phone flipping it open with his thumb and punched some words into the phone.
Alan to Snape: Hey
Alan looked away for a moment as he waited for a reply.
Meanwhile Snape had removed his hand away from the phone. Then he was just looking around the room he heard a strange buzzing noise coming from the table. Snape looked at the table seeing it was his phone; he took a small breath in, his hands flipped the phone up fearing it was that Lee guy messaging him back. But no, his eyes saw the caller ID, the ID was Alan’s his heart immediately sank with his breathe feeling relief swipe of from his mind. Snape punched some letters in and he replied back to Alan at his own pace.
Snape to Alan: Hey, What’s up?
Meanwhile Alan was brushing his teeth, his left hand was occupied by his green toothbrush in one hand, he moved it back and forwards cleaning the tops of his teeth, his free hand grabbed the phone, flipped it open with his thumb, his fingers holded onto the phone a bit tighter, his eyes saw that there was a message from Snape that made Alan smile a little, he thought of something to type.
Alan to Snape: Well, I was wondering if you would like to go to Soda tonight.
Alan immediately got a text back.
Snape to Alan: Is this a date?
Alan’s mouth went wide with excitement as he texted back.
Alan to Snape: Yes. So what is your answer?
Snape to Alan: My Answer is. Yes
Alan leaned over the sink, he spitted out the toothpaste content from his mouth leaving him with a fresh after taste. He looked over at his phone seeing there was a reply from Snape. Alan pressed the ‘read the message’ button. He read the text; a smile crept upon his shaved face.
Alan to Snape: Fantastic! I will meet you at Soda at 9pm sharp! I will make the reservation.
8.30pm
Alan stood at the front door of the Soda restraint, he looked inside seeing all these happy couples eating and having fun. He slightly bit his bottom lip, he rubbed his index finger against his thumb wondering if Snape would turn up, he had another big plan at hand.
Alan took one breathe in, he put his best foot forward and headed into the restraint, he was immediately escorted to his seat with a white cloth over the table and a red rose that was neatly placed in the vase full of water, his and Snape’s seat where placed against the window.
Alan took his seat, he breathed in and out lightly, he took in his surroundings, he placed his hands on the white table feeling the cloth beneath his fingers, he rubbed the surface with his left index finger, he looked around the room slowly getting everything in sight, his eyes wondered around slowly capturing every moment.
8.50pm
Alan constantly with in breaks began to rub his left hand on his right near; he began to feel a bit nervous, sweat started to form on his hands, forehead, under his armpit that Alan did not approve off. Thank god he wore a black jacket over his red t-shirt with a black tie that made his body look slim and lean to the seeing eye.
Alan moved his right hand up to his mouth rubbing of the pre-concealed sweaty substance from his watery mouth, he then placed that hand against his leg to rub of the sweaty onto his black trouser leg he realised nobody has said anything to him until a waiter with his hand behind his back as his left arm was in front of him with a white over through between his wrist resting on his hand neatly as Alan could see the white cloth corner was perfectly ironed to the point.
They meet eyes. The man with the cleaned-up mustache that Alan spotted first began to speak. “Hi, what can I do for you?”. He politely jested towards Alan while he looked at him oddly, he placed his hand under his chin near his adam’s apple, he raised his brow. “Have we meet before?”. The man smiled. “Well I think so, I do work at the chineas place….My name is Feng-“. “But didn’t you have blond hair?”. Alan interrupted with ease in his words. “Yeah, I had. Well is there anything you would like?”. Alan thought about it for a moment, he looked down at his watch and the time was 8.59pm, he looked back up at the waiter. “Um just two glasses of your finest wine please“. “Red or White?”. “You pick”. Alan smiled. The gentleman walked away getting his drinks.
9.00pm
Alan sat their patiently twiddling with his thumbs, his front teeth hanged over his bottom lip, he lightly pressed down on the bottom lip breathing intently thinking of if Snape would arrive soon. His eyes watched his thumbs go around and around in circles as he waited patiently.
Meanwhile Snape was sitting in his car just by the entrance of the restraint, he could see that Alan was waiting for him by the window that made Snape mouth creep up a little seeing that Alan was there. Snape took one breathe out as he opened the car door, got out from the car, closed the door behind and headed up to the restraint door with his hands hiding in within his pockets. Snape walked into the restaurant he was immediately greeted by a waiter before he could even look in Alan’s direction. The waiter spoke first without saying ‘Hi’ just a straight up. “Are you on the list?”. Snape narrowed his eyes making the man now feel a bit vulnerable, he watches Snape open his mouth to speak with a deep voice. “Yes, its under Cumming”. Snape said razing his head up to look on the piece of paper, the waiter looked on the paper is well not meeting Snape intense gaze but in the end he had to look at him to reply but he did not like doing it now. The waiter looked up as Snape with a brightly plastered smile on his face showing a happy feeling that hid the fearless one inside him. “I will take you to your seat”. The waiter jested Snape over to where Alan was sitting, Snape followed the waiter close from behind him. Alan was unknowingly by his surroundings, the waiter and Snape stood before him. Snape looked over at Alan seeing how cute he was just minding his own business while twiddling his thumbs together. Snape did a soft “Hey”. Towards Alan, he then stopped what he was doing and looked over in Snape’s and the waiters direction. “Fantastic-“. Was all Alan could said. He stood up greeting Snape with a hug, Snape did the same thing feeling Alan’s body on him, his hands held on Alan’s back, they then both released with smiles on their faces. Snape reached out his left hand rubbing lightly on Alan’s left ear feeling his skin touch made chills run down Alan’s spine feeling his skin on his. “I am glad you made it”. Alan said with still a smile on his face, both Snape and Alan sat down.
The waiter looked at them both oddly for a mere second, he then cleared his thoughts and asked them both one question. “Would you like any refreshments?”. Alan looked at the table and saw that there were full two glasses of white wine in each, he then turned back to the waiter. “No. were ok. Thank you”. Alan smiled and the waiter left. Snape looked over at Alan with a small smile; they both looked into each others eyes. “So how have you been?”. Snape questioned taking a sly sip from his wine. It touched his mouth; he took a small intake of liquid. “I have been great. How about you? What have you been up to today?”. Alan questioned. Snape feared this was going to happen. (Should I tell a white lie or the truth?). he thought for a moment. Snape froze for a moment before he thought of what to say. “Well, I just went to a rap sheet profile place”. “Why?”. Alan questioned. “Ah just to look somebody up”. Alan raised an eyebrow, Snape now had a smile on his face. “Not like that. I am into you at the moment. Don’t worry nobody else is on my mind but you”. Snape said taking another sip. Alan watched Snape take a sip, he felt happy. “Really?”. Alan cheekily commented. Snape looked around him then back at Alan. “Yes, I am certain you are the prettiest person in this restraint tonight”. Snape said winking towards Alan.
A few minutes have passed Snape and Alan have ordered their food and now are just waiting to be severed up the food.
Alan opened his mouth partially he whipped out his tongue, it smoothed over the bottom skin making it wet, he knew he was being watched by Snape, they sat there in silence feeling the sexual tension rise, Snape lightly tapped the table with his finger, he muttered the words “I could just stare at you all day-“. Snape suddenly realised he slipped his thoughts out into the open. Alan could hear those seductive words invade his hearing as his face turned red. “Alan, have you ever heard of the question game? Before?”. “No. I don’t think so”. “Its a little game that helps people get to know each other. Do you wanna play? I want to know more about you”. “Yeah sure, thats fine with me”. Snape raised his brow. “I will go first. Who was your first kiss?”. (Wow. Straight to the point). Alan thought for a moment. “I- I have never kissed anyone on the lips”. Snape tilted his head a bit. “Don’t give me that look”. Alan snapped back realising what he said. Snape didn’t reply, he looked at him. “S-“. “Sh. Its fine don’t say sorry. Its my fault”. Snape leaned in closer and placed his hands on Alan’s entwining their fingers together. Snape had a small smile upon his face making Alan smile a little bit. “So you have never kissed anyone? At all? why is that?. If you don’t mind?”. Alan went quiet for a moment. “Its just the image of my spit connecting with someone elses spit connecting with mine just give me the hibijibys…..like for instance there are other ways of showing affection like frottage. Its like rubbing but you can rub in various ways different combination of people. You can even do it to yourself….”. Alan stopped their before he could speak any further. “So in that aspect you don’t know how to kiss. Very good yet?”. “No. I guess I don’t”. Alan answered. He just couldn’t keep his embarrassment away this time. It was very humiliating for him to reveal to Snape that he didn’t know much about kissing. “Maybe. Whenever you feel like I’ll teach you how to kiss someday”. Alan raised to the occasion with a simple nod in agreement.
10.00pm
They were both finished Snape offered Alan a ride back to his place, Alan was a bit tipsy with the wine but he was stable. A bit though.
Alan and Snape where in the car, they were just sitting peacefully Alan reached into his pocket and pulled out two chineas fortune cookies that have those little notes in, he looked over at Snape. “Hay, I got one for you-“. Alan handed one over to Snape. “Hay, I know about these”. “I’ll go first”. Alan added, he started to open up the plastic wrapped fortune cookie in front of Snape, he watched nearby with a smiling mouth.
Alan unravelled the plastic from the fortune cookie and broke it with his two thumbs and he faced Snape. “My fortune cookie says, your qualities over shine your weakness”. Alan placed the paper against his mouth as he mumbled. “Aw, that’s not that cute”. Snape started to open up his rapper, he cracked the fortune cookie open and began to read the quote. “Be my boyfriend-“. He paused in mid-sentence, he looked over at Alan with raised eyebrows and a smile upon his face. “How did that happen?-“. Snape moved his hand over onto Alan’s shoulder and rubbed Alan’s ear again. Alan felt his magical touch consume his body. “What does it say?”. “Ok. I like that one. How did you make sure you got the right one?”. “I didn’t”. “You didn’t”. Snape laughed. “Yeah, I orded them online”. Alan giggled. Alan then moved closer to Snape, they both held hands. “So is that a yes? “It’s a yes. From me Mister Alan Cumming!”. Snape said razing a seductive eyebrow that got Alan’s heart race pumping.
10.30pm
Snape and Alan walked up to the building towards the big red doors, Alan walked in his eyes went wide and Snape turned on the light from behind. Before him on the concrete flooring was a red carpet that led into the centre of the room. Now on the walls where huge picture frames with gold plated rims and huge art works with enormous amount of colour and life on them as if the artist has pulled out his gusts all over the work and had been drained in his own blood. That says a lot about what the work looks like. “WOW”. Was all Alan could say. “I know”. Snape nodded towards him. “Come on. I will show you around”. He continued as he showed Alan around on the second floor.
10.35pm
After the long tour around the place Alan decided he wanted to go into the library so he did, he sat down on the old but clean rug, he read some fascinating books as he rested his head slightly leaning against Snape’s knee cap, he sat on a comfy chair just behind him, he had his hands on his lag, his leg was crossed over a quiet melody played in the background knocking out the silence in the room. “How did you find this place?”. Alan questioned speaking in a raised tone that sounded amused to hearing his answer. Snape tarred his eyes away from the book that was in his hand just resting on his knees. “It was my fathers”. Snape answered. “Do you live alone?”. Alan spoke watching Snape fold the book before him and placed it beside him not meeting Alan’s gaze. Without a response Snape moved his right hand close to Alan’s left side of his face just on the rim of his hair line and began to drag his fingers along his hair.
He dragged them around Alan’s ear, down towards his neck and then back up to the top in a circular motion. Snape placed his hand on Alan’s head for the second time Alan could feel the smoothness of his fingers rummaging through his thinly cut hair. Snape did it one more but a bit quicker, he got a third one in as his hand was just on the top of Alan’s forehead, Alan turned his head to the right more making his face touch Snape’s knee as Snape kept rubbing his head. Alan took small breathes in feeling the sexual tension rise again. He loved being touched by Snape. Snape was rubbing Alan’s head he leaned in closer to Alan and rested his head upon the softness of Alan’s hair he then stopped for a moment. His cheek quivered as they rested on Alan’s head, Snape started rubbing Alan’s head again in a slower motion this time and kept full focus on the placement of his hands. Alan still in the position he was in he moved his left arm up and over carefully without moving his head that much while he placed his hand in the right position on Snape’s neck and slowly began to rub his matching each others movements. They did that for a moment feeling each others touch with theirs.
Alan then turned his head to the left, he looked at Snape as he moved to stand up he held the chair to hold his own weight up, Snape leaned back a bit, he watched intently at Alan who was moving to sit onto his knee. Snape moved his left hand slowly around Alan’s right side meeting his face that was against Snape’s hair. They both slowly began to place their arms around each other, Alan got deeper into the hug, Snape moved his hands on the back of Alan feeling the texture of his black suite, he rested his mouth on Alan’s right shoulder as did Alan but on Snape’s left shoulder and they breathed in and out calmly.
11.30pm
With hands around each other like glued snails that could never be tarred open apart Alan leaped up onto Snape, he held with each breath he had in him moving his hand over to Alan’s thighs he grasped onto them with ease feeling the smoothness of the trousers slide through the gaps of his fingers making him feel the arousal of this joyous occasion of enjoyment. Snape gracefully moved one foot forward getting a better tighter grasp on Alan. Snape placed Alan's back onto the hard concrete wall; he pressed their bodies together feeling the heat in the room rise. They both took small intakes of breath in unison. They stated into each others eyes longing for their lost companions at sea as if they have found their soul mate. Alan started to rub with the ends of his fingertips moving them in unison on the outline of Snape's shoulders or more like caressing them. Alan and Snape's faces where closer than ever. Nose touching nose, head touching head and breathe taking breaths. From the contracted caged soul of Snape's body Alan removed his hands from their current position, he slides them up to the side of Snape's chest, he dived his fingers in a bit as he felt the urge to thrust his body against Snape's body toying with his torso touching Snape’s torso.
They he exhaled a silent moan that only Snape could hear with the pleasure and pain with pain of his begging hearted that voiced out as he too extruded the voice out from his wet mouth making Snape feel the rush of the excitement that he is giving Alan. The sexual tension grew within them both as if they were two negatives making a positive. Snape then gradually moved Alan again over to the counter, he placed Alan on top of the counter he stopped for a moment to catch his aching heart, he gradually started to un-pin each button with greatness, he opened up his body more to Alan, he reviled more of his body to him in silence, Alan stared at him with an intense gaze, he watched each movement he made, if it was in slow motion. Snape removed the last part of the black piece of clothing, he discarded it on the floor in a neat pile so he could not damage the clothing in anyway or shape or form as it released from his fingertips.
That now left Snape with a white under t-shirt showing the outline of his body that clinged to his chest as sweat slowly started to produce around his torso and the back of his neck under his fair black hear that started to weep with the contact of heat from his body as it started to absorb the sweaty substance. Alan lightly bit down on his bottom lip, he took an intake of a small breath, he groaned moving his left hand towards Snape's neck feeling the smoothness of his pale olive skin that he loathed, he gradually moved his index finger up to his neck unpicking the buttons in his hands, he undid the t-shirt in silence, Snape was letting him feel vulnerable to his touch as Snape just watched him.
For a moment Alan lingered his hand around Snape's neck as they stared at each other for a while taking it all in before Snape felt an intense urge as he plastered Alan's body against his pushing him closer into his space as Alan wrapped his legs around Snape feeling the feeling started to rub off on him. He too pulled him closer for another intense moment. Alan moved his free hand and placed his index finger upon Snape's soft juiced up lips as he could see the bleak wrinkles around his eyes as he pressed his finger onto his lips almost feeling his teeth. Alan partly opened his mouth to speak. "I really like this.". Snape looked into Alan's eyes, he opened his mouth he placed his front two teeth just on the top of Alan's index finger gently, he lightly caressed his index finger with his wet tongue feeling Alan's dried finger turn it to moist and pleasing to Alan's eye, he felt Snape's ruff but smooth tongue on his index finger.
With Snape's deep voice he cleared his throat, he concocted up a response as it came to mind with a raise of his left eyebrow and a twinkle in his eye as he began to speak. "I have been waiting for this. All night. I can't keep hands off you". Snape said as he wrapped his hands around Alan like a rope that is about to get typed in a knot. Snape moved in closer inhaling closer to Alan's body again as their noses rubbed together. Snape stood in between Alan's thighs, Alan arched his back backwards, Snape holded on his back pushing him in forwards, Alan moaned feeling his body shiver with anticipation of Snape’s touch as he moved his head into Snape’s direction, little stands of hair feel from his face covering his eyes that where full of want and needs in this bliss moment. Alan breathed in, his eyes where lightly close smelling Snape's dark chocolate coated white lilly cologne. Snape began to untie Alan's bow tie with gracefulness in his hand placements with precision and style. Snape carefully untwined the knot with his fingers as it once held his bow in place as his fingers untwined the knot perfectly in rhythm as if Snape was playing a tune on the piano as the notes tarred away from his immune soul from the paper and onto the floor with a gradual weep and it landed in pile with silence in a paused moment in an intense song as the stings hit the wood with poise releasing the tension with tightness around his neck.
The next part on Snape's agenda was removing Alan's t-shirt.
Alan rapped his hand around Snape's neck his fingers dug into his skin with the tension of his own pressure giving Snape leverage to remove both of his hands in front of him placing his hands on Alan's belt and rested. Then there for a moment as if he was going to get Alan's approval to do so and he did. "Go on. You know you want too". Alan spoke moving his body closer to Snape that made his hands move closer to the belt. Snape looked deep into Alan's eyes with a bleak but likable stare upon him. Snape gradually with his left hand undid Alan's belt feeling the leather between his hands pulling out the belt from Alan's body feeling like he had untied a rope from a tree and releasing it from the claustrophobic tightness that held the tree together. Alan breathed out warm air arching his head back pressing his torso closer into Snape's torso. Snape whipped out the leather belt beside him raising a thick eyebrow with a slight amount of force, he did a light twist in the wrist and snaked the belt harshly on the side. Snape moved his body in closer towards Alan having a steady grip around his neck feeling the sweat in his skin produce around his longish fingers.
Snape disinvited the leather belt from his hand as it fled away from his grip and landed on the floor with a slight thud sound as the belt buckle clanged in the air with a slight metal sound as a ping. Snape tugged lightly on Alan's t-shirt removing it from the tucked in look to the outlook as he pulled the shirt away from him, he slides his fingers around the waist of Alan's body, he gradually removed the corners of the shirt out from his trousers. Snape seductively slipped his pale hand onto the back side of Alan's shirt underneath so he could press his hands on the back of Alan's spine feeling his bare skin as Alan's body just embodied himself into Snape's body while he his hand on him. Snape then slithered his hands slowly back down to Alan's torso and Alan seeped out a moan of the pleasure that he gave. "Oh, is that good is it". Snape's voice aired out in deep tone as he look at Alan in the eyes as a smile crept up on Alan's sweaty face. "It sure is the best". Alan mentioned as he licked his lips because they were dry at this moment. Snape now had removed his hand on top of Alan's neck slowly but gradually picking away the buttons as it reviewed Alan's hair-ish bare chest as his ribs pocked out more. Alan leaned back more onto the surface that he sat on as Snape ran his fingers all over Alan's body in a rhythmic movement in unison as he felt the wirery strands of Alan's hair moving in a forward and backwards motion as they felt like a sharp brussels on a brush moving in the wind as the windmill tunes the huge fans as it gives air. Snape could see that is was getting harder for Alan to breathe, his chest was moving up and down fast as Alan's hands were now has resting beside him, his mouth was partly open, he tried getting air into them so he could breathe better and he was giving into Snape.
Snape then moved both of his hands around Alan's back holding underneath Alan's head moving his body in the upright position. His other hand was holding lightly around Alan’s back keeping it upright. Snape moved his two index fingers slipping them along Alan’s belt hole either side of his waist. "You’re gonna have to unzip me first before you pull my trousers down. They’re a tight fit on me". Alan spoke with a pleasing smile kindly ordered Snape to do the unzipping. Snape removed his left hand from the belt hole gradually moving his hand over to Alan's trouser zipper, Alan scotched closer to the edge of the counter top. Snape looked down to where his hand was he held the zip in his hand and slowly moved the zip down in the direction of the ground, his other hand freely moved up to Alan's mouth quickly so he could not moan because he knew he would. Snape’s finger rested on Alan’s wet mouth, a moan was about to escape from his mouth. “Slow”. Snape spoke in a deep tone. Snape crept in fingers in within the confindes of Alan’s zipper resting his index finger on the rim of Alan’s boxers. Snape then moved his other hand away from its current position moving both his hands around Alan’s waist with a small amount of guidance. Snape started to remove the trousers slipping them away from Alan’s body lifting him up closer to his body. Alan held Snape’s shoulders making it easier for Snape to remove the trousers beneath him. Snape discarded the trousers onto the floor. “Now where was I”. Snape chuckled a little moving closer to Alan. Alan’s knees nocked the side of the counter. “Come here you-“. Snape stopped in mid-sentence turning his head to the left of him as he started at the door as he held his breathe in. Snape thought he heard a sound coming from the other side of the door.
Alan moved his left hand placing it on the right side of Snape’s cheek turning Snape’s head into his direction. “What are you-“. He narrowed his eyes. “-Looking at?”. Alan continued. Snape thought for a moment and then answered. “I thought I heard something in the other room”. “Do you think we should go and check it out? Or something?”. Snape had a lingering thought of who could it be but he just answered with. “Nah were fine, now lets get back to business-“. Snape said. Snape moved his left hand again gradually touching with his index finger on the outer rim of Alan’s briefs just above his belly button. Alan had his two hands either side of him gripping on to the counters edge with a raised eyebrow and a cheekish grin upon his face, he inhaled and exhaled as he watched Snape’s seductive movements on him started up again.
Alan partly opened his mouth moaning bitting down on his bottom lip leaving a small gap so the air could seep out. Snape lingered his hand across Alan’s boxers, he was almost about to touch it he quickly tuned his head immediately to the left again hearing another sound coming from the door again. Snape huffed as he shrugged his shoulders, walked out from Alan’s trance and slowly took one step forward away from Alan leaving him with narrowed eyes and a confused gaze upon him as to what was Snape doing. Snape placed his two hands on either side of his hip lowering his head in shame as he whispered under his breathe. “Cameron, come out I know this is you!”. Snape moved his head up seeing the door open slowly. Alan quickly placed his hands in front of him and one over his chest trying to hide his parochially nude body as he turned his attention to the door is well. A figure appeared out from the mysterious depth of the room behind the door as a slim looking figure with short blond hair that covered the figures face appeared into the light of the room. Alan leaned in forward seeing a girl was standing before Snape feeling a bad emotion that started to muster up in his breath breathing out the words of. “This can’t be-“.
Snape quickly turned back to Alan placing his hands on his shoulders. Alan immediately shrugged him off. “This isn’t what it looks like. Alan. Let me explain. Please!”. He smiled as Alan hopped off the counter standing in front of Snape and the girl who hid behind him. “Explain”. Alan breathed out trying to wrap his head around this.
12.00pm
Alan sat at the head of the table in the dining room tapping his index finger lightly on the dark wooden table before him as Snape sat on the left of him and then Cameron sat on Alan’s right side. Alan eyed them both up. Alan was the first one to speak. “So tell me Snape, who is this girl?”. Snape thought about it but before he could even speak the Cameron spoke first. “Look, I know it might seem of what you think. But me and Snape are just friends. I am a lesbian and Snape as you should know is gay”. She said crossing her arms placing them on the table leaning in closer rising her fair but bushy eyebrows up at Alan. Alan leaned back a little feeling a red flush of complete embarrassment hit his face. Alan thought of something quickly to say out from his wobbly mouth fearing as the fear got to him like a Parana would do to a live bit of meat stopping his speech. Alan frantically stood up with no word he headed for the door. Snape turned to him almost as he was able to put his hand out and grab him. “Alan”. He said as his hand was out of reach. Alan walked back over into the kitchen. Snape then turned back to Cameron with a heart breaking face thinking that Alan was disappearing out from the grips of his hands.
12.10pm
Snape looked up at Cameron. He was just about to speak out from the longing silence. “I think you-“. Cameron removed her hands away from her, placed her cold hands upon Snape’s and cupped hers within his. “-Should go talk to him. He has been alone for ten minutes in the kitchen, he might have not left”. Snape stood up with dignity, he headed over towards the door with a slight jitter in his mouth holding back his words that where tightly wound shut within the closeness of his teeth touching the inner lip on the inside of his mouth. Snape’s hands were resting beside his body with no sense of life within them. His mind on the other hand had a sense of life as he was wondering what was Alan like on the other side of the door and if he was there or not. Snape with drawled his current state of his hands, he removed his left hand away from him holding his breath in reaching over and slowly began to open the door knob letting the cold draft of air hit his face with a cold feeling that he began to reject the invitation. His eyes where peeled to the slither in the door that was giving him light to see, his eyes widened with shock, he thought Alan would have ran away by now. But no, he was standing with his back away from Snape, he rested his two hands either side of him on the counter not knowing yet that Snape had just entered the room from behind.
Alan on the other hand had is back turned away from Snape his eyes where lightly shut as he breathed in and out calmly as he tried to calm his bad thoughts about what had just happened out from his head and into a locked up jar with the word ’ Don’t Open. Or you will die’.
Alan listens to his own heartbeat. Alan tried to control his temper breathing deep with his mouth closed. Alan’s ears perked up hearing a noise that caught his attention. Alan stopped all noises that he made, he held his breath in clinging onto his lungs breathing faintly through if nose of he will faint then and there. His eyes were completely shut. He could hear someone elses heartbeat beating and the sound of their exhaled breath that was so soothing to the ear from the terrifying event. (Could Snape be at the door? Or Cameron). Alan flickered his eyes wide open adjusting to the light around him. He opened his mouth just licking the top of his mouth with a wet substance called saliva as his tongue ran across slowly as a snail in the left direction then making it self-hide back into his mouth with his white teeth closing the entrance to his throat with a small gulp of his own saliva.
Snape took one swift movement of his left leg slithering into the room closing the door quickly from behind but, in that moment where he could barely hear the door close from behind him his hands where tucked behind his back clinging to the door frame fearing if Alan heard him slip into the room. Alan did. He swivelled around like a snipper gun ready to shoot its still moving target. Snape gained moving forward closer towards Alan fearing of what he would do. Snape gained his steps more feeling the withdrawal in his heart start to beat slower than normal with a thump in his chest. Snape was nearly on the brinks of fainting at the point he thought of a way to please Alan in his own unique way even though in some minds of people they don’t like being touched when their angry or depressed but Snape gave it a chance with Alan. If you don’t try you wouldn’t know the outcome.
Snape took small breaths out that escaped his mouth he was only one step away from Alan. Alan’s nose tingled with the aroma of Snape’s cologne that was among them both. Snape guided next to Alan almost in touching distance. Snape moved both his hands on either side of Alan barely touching him yet. He moved them closer to Alan’s waist.
Alan faced away with his chin downwards looking at his feet before him with his eyes merely open. He could see these familiar hands that had been placed before him on either side of his hips with the mans fingers griping onto the outskirts of his black trousers just around his belt that held everything in. Snape began to slowly travel his fingertips downwards on Alan’s thighs, Alan could feel his lowered stigma that was forming again in his body feeling Snape’s grasp on the outside of his thighs making Alan opened his mouth and breathe hard through his nostrils. His hands began to tense up against the surface of the counter seeing the veins flexing in and out as blood pumped the ought his body fluidly without stopping.
Snape lingered for a moment traveling now into Alan’s pockets that were only filled with air and nothing else. Snape’s fingers lingered like spiders legs moving around caressing Alan’s thigh with a slow movement that synchronized with his breathes that he came immune too. "What are you doing?". Alan pipped up out from the silence that was now awaken inside of him. Alan faced Snape hearing what he has to say to him. Snape pondered for a while before he came to a conclusion. He moved closer onto Alan pushing both his and Alan’s knees together leaning onto the edge of the countertop that made Alan flex his back backwards escaping a evoked moan from his opened mouth escaping from thin air. "I’m turning you on". Snape exhaled nuzzling his nose into Alan’s shoulder grasping onto more of Alan’s thighs.
Alan moved his head forward staring at the bleak wall before him." So are you mad at me?". Snape questioned with a raised brow as he waited for Alan’s remark on the subject. "To put it that way, if I was mad at you I wouldn’t be like this besides I wouldn’t be here either-". Snape felt an intense urge that he had to free. He plastered his body again pushing Alan against the counter. "I am disappointed at myself for even thinking that I thought you were with her-". Alan paused turning around and faced Snape meeting his eyes for the first time.
Alan placed a forgiving hand around Snape’s waist pulling him in a bit with a teary eyed but a joyful smile on his face with relief. “I am glad that you’re not mad at me”. Snape said with the kindness in his voice that echoed through Alan’s brain like an orchestra playing in tune in the great hall.
1.00am
18/11/2014
Snape and Alan walked back into the room once more. Cameron was casually sitting at the table looking at her index finger that was moving in a circle on the wooden table before her on her own accord. Her other hand was holding her head up while her elbow rested beside her. Cameron sighed raising her shoulder up in a slow motion not realising that Alan and Snape had come back into the room. “Hm”. Snape jested getting Cameron’s attention from her index finger. She lifted her head up meeting them with a smile on her face but that only lasted two seconds. Cameron then moved her eye contact over to Alan. “Are you still together?”. She questioned hopping for a yes. “Yes, we are still together It was my mistake. I’m the one to blame it for”. Alan smiled politely reaching out his hand to introduce himself to her. “My name is Alan Cumming, nice to meet you”. Cameron smiled returning the words back to him. “I’m Cameron Howe. Its nice to meet you under this circumstance”.
3.00am
Everyone was now asleep in their beds. It was a long night for all. Snape was sound asleep next to Alan with his arm across his body. Alan, well he looked fine on the outside but on the inside it was a different story. Alan was too exhausted to fight the urge to disembowel his current memory of a dream, so he gave into himself as the nightmare began.
*Dream State Starts*
In his stance the fog appeared away from his eye sight turning his neck to the left of him and made a small grunting sound to get one of the guards attention. The guard looked forward at him with a plain face expression. He opened his mouth. “Yes sir, what can I do for you?”. The guard questioned with a soft but polite voice. Alan could feel that it was his turn to speak as he tried for a second to withdraw his invitation to speak but it was too late his voice overheard his brain. “You can send him in now”. (Why do I need to say that? What is going on here). The guard turned swiftly on one foot making his away up the stairs and of into the labyrinth of tunnels.
The guard came back he came back with a slender looking man who looked content, his hair was brushed back away from his face, he had an impeccable perfect jaw line that secretly Alan loathed this man entirely in and out even most he wanted to eat him all up, but he knew he couldn’t be even capable of doing such a thing like that but, then again he could try it out some time when the time is right.
The mysterious man to Alan looked a bit familiar gradually walking with grace heading towards him with his careful gaze wearing a white apron, white gloves and black commando boots that had been polished to the point. The laces had been hand made that fitted perfectly to his shoe size. Alan meets eyes with the black eyed gentleman and smiled showing his pearly white teeth. He stood up, went in for a hug connecting his body against his hearing his name had been spoken but it was a muffled tone. Alan could not quiet make it out though.“Its good to see you, that you have come out from hiding!”. Alan chuckled.
Alan realised him from his arms the man with no name nodded politely with a smirk. “So lets get on with this then, come sit”. Alan blurts out noticing his left arm moved willingly to his word showing the no named man a seat. The no named man looked over at the chair then back at Alan. “No, I will stand”. He commented with no expression in his voice as he leaned on his left foot more as it took of the tense pressure in his right foot converting it to the left foot. “All right then, how many people are in the fourth and third floor?”. (What am I talking about? This is getting weird.). “3120”. The no named man replied. “Good”. Alan answered with a smiled feeling the atmosphere was intense as his sight was getting a bit hazy and then just pure blackness.
*Dream State end*
Alan opened his mouth up breathing in air, his eyes went wide, he sat up immediately looking around the room, his heart pounded within the cage of his ribs, he tried to wrap his brain around of what just happened.
Out of nowhere he then thought he would just go for a wonder to clear his buzzing brain to clear his thoughts. Alan slipped out from the bed he tried not to wake his sleeping prince. He padded across the room he was heading towards the door, he crept out leaving the door open, he wondered straight into the kitchen and dining area. He turned on some of the lights to light up a path for him. His eyes widened seeing an old type writer was on the table. He did not notice it before. He tilted his head in fascination of man and woman creation of the type writer. Alan pondered for a moment placing his index finger on his upper lip. He had a sudden urge to write about what has happened to him since the day he meet Snape.
Alan sat down at the desk tapping his index finger on the type writer thinking on how he should start off with. Then an idea hit him, he began with the time when his house was acting weird and then he carried on from their reinventing his moments onto paper.
10.00am
On the dot at 10.00am Snape turned the handle of the kitchen door seeing that there was a type writer on the table, with a set of glasses on the side and a stack of one neatly piled white A4 pieces of paper with writing on it. Snape entered the room looking curious as to what was on the paper but then hesitated as it was intruding as he herd some heavy breathing that started to echo towards him from the entrance of the door.
The door swung open slowly as Alan entered into the room wearing the cloths he wore the night before not yet knowing that Snape was in the room. Alan entered the room he looked up and saw Snape as he removed his head phone plugs out from his ears as a smile shined onto his face as the sun from the window beamed onto him from the left as the sun latched onto his bare chest holding his sweat in place. “Hay your sweating?”. Snape mentioned. “Yeah, I’ve just been for a run-“. “In those cloths, how long have you been up?”. Alan smiled as he then continued to speak. “-I have been up since three”. He spoke gaining his own breath back.
2.00pm
Snape ran his finger across the leather botched wheel within his car the sun drained anything that was living outside also Snape has a black car so apart from devouring everything around him it also was surging the electrical heat waves of hot air onto his car as he sat in the sweltering heat feeling the back of his neck was gaining piles of sweat.
Snape releases the door immediately having a blast of hot air touching him with the bitterness of his skin latching onto the heat. He stepped out from the car and began to head over to the gas station where Allison worked.
Now Snape had chosen a particular day that Allison in on her own working in the shop. That is very clever of him isn’t it. The sliding doors purged the sliding doors purged themselves away from each other with the suction packed rubbery noise that made a pop sound releasing the doors, the sensors where immune to the living soul that he placed one foot forward into its range giving him a gasp of bitter cold air into his lungs as the cold breeze hit his face with a slight sound of a hum that echoed within his ears. Then with a retractile pull the sliding doors automatically closed from behind him back into their stationary state with a suction noise closing the seals together. Snape entered it was so quiet but with a hint of a hum noise that didn't stop. He wondered in down the aisle he noticed that Allison was at the counter with a screw driver in her right hand that was doing the most of the fixing as her left hand was holding onto the device as too Snape it looked like an odd object that looked like a ctv servaliance camera.
Now beforehand Snape didn't know that she was having a bad day already as it was her time of the month on this exact day. So today was not her best for any hiccups but, so far her fuse was about to be fused out into a bad day for her.
Snape raised his thick eyebrow breathing out deeply as it caught her attention. Allison looked up with her long lashes with wide eyes with a hint of shock as they connected with Snape’s in a split second playing a replay as what happened to her before with Snape. Allison quickly blurted out something to him with a fast and hipper toned voice not knowing what she was saying only that it sounded right when she spoke it "Why are you here!?". Snape frowned upon it for a moment with a slight huff gluing his eyes on her without moving his lips to speak only a slight quiver in his body.
This time Allison took a long breathe in and exhaled out before she opened her mouth in a calm tone to Snape "Why are you here?". She said seeing if this time he would oblige to her words. Snape paced his left index finger just on his chin feeling the smoothness of his own touch rubbing it back and forth softly with his mouth partly open. Snape began to come up with words to say to her. "You don't speak to customers, like this all the time-". Snape turned to his left then to his right and then back at her. He then continued speaking. "-I see your doing, quiet well. Aren't you ". He snarled with a slight giggle notifying that he was the only one in the shop.
Now Allison began to feel a bad pain sensation in her guts that sent red fiery fumes coming out from her head. To calm herself down she took long deep breaths inhaling and exhaling through her nostrils. Allison took one quick gulp of saliva before speaking with a batter of her eyes in an annoyed fashion. “How can I help you today?. Sir". Snape started to laugh at her “Thats is better, but more enthusiasm. Next time-". Allison felt she was being humiliated even though Snape was only in the shop. "Oh stop with the digs". "Ow were getting a little bit feisty aren't we!". He laughed leaving it at that for now. Snape cleared his throat, walked over to the side of the counter perching on the edge as his hip touched the side of the counter with his eyes still on Allison. Allison was withered with hate. Allison was about to jump out of her own kin but she remained content facing Snape looking into those black thick mysterious eyes tilting her head towards Snape with the same thought and words she used when he entered with her hands on her hips and those plumped up red juice luscious lips that she had. But, Snape said nothing. He didn't even blink his eyes. Or breathe; well thats what Allison could see before her. "So, What!-".Allison trailed off closing her mouth immediately trying to not let any other words out from her mouth spill out before her. "Come on Alli, say what you were going to say". Snape hit her with another harsh archaeology dig at her licking the rim of his opened upper lip with emotion of how the hell does he know her nickname. Her eyes began to predict heat Snape predicted cold. "You can't just come in here like this, also only one person is allowed to call me Alli and that is Alan, Also how did you know that I had work today?". Snape without a word made the room go silent by not answering leaving with the hum of the refrigerators in the background and the ticking clock just above Allison's head. Snape increased his movements towards Allison, he was now three steps away from her and at this point Allison was trembling on the inside but on the outside you could only hear her fast intense breathing and her big wide eyes. Her eyes shacked in their eyeball sacks with fear as if they too wanted to jump out from her eye sockets and run away for life. Snape leaned in holding his breathe. "Its for me to know and you to find out". He exhaled. He leaned back up straight moving to the edges of his mouth into a pleasing smile as if he was pleased with his answer.
All Allison did was huffed she couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment. Snape moved in one step towards Allison thinking of something witty to say to her. "I did find some information on the guy that only you know who starts with L".Allison's face rose into a smile then back into a serious frown upon her. "So, come on tell me what you have found out about him!". "But first I need more information of you; I know you got more hiding in your closed mind". Snape said leaning in towards Allison feeling a bit pressured into the situation that she does have more information on the guy but is she willing to tell Snape. Snape then moved one step closer towards her almost stepping over her line in her social barrier that she has put up in her mind telling in her brain. (Do not step any further. Do not step any further). But that did not help at all. Snape lunged with grace into her social space his face was right up in her face that she complete spilled out the thoughts of the guy all into his mind. "We'll for starters when they were separated at birth the L guy was taken away to Germany-". Snape nodded his head having a memory splurged into his mind that he has a friend that came from Germany. Wonder if she knew Lee Ginner Pace back in the day when she was young. "Ah". Snape said softly nodding. "- and form what I know from the little bird that told me that was Alan's mother. That has now passed away. She told me all this information also the dad of Alan and the L guy gave all their money to him and none was given to Alan". She breathed out feeling relived that she could now tell someone about this information because she had been holding it in for a long time not even thinking of what Snape could do to this information. “Now, its your turn to speak”. Allison said clearing her wet throat out from the hotness between her brows. “Hm”. Snape said raising his eyebrows up and then back down. “I guess-“. He paused for a moment. “-Your right. It seems fair”. He devoured his words out strugling to think of something to come up with. “What information I found was the guys name is Lee-“. Snape paused for a moment. Allison leaned in forward waiting for the rest of the name to come out but Snape didn’t say anymore. “Is that it?”. Allison said frowning at him. “Yes, that is it”. He said forcing a smile onto his face beginning to dread the lie that he had just spilled out from his mouth.
6.00pm
That night Allison felt riddled with fear in her shaking bones, she unlatched the hinges of her front door giving her fresh air as she wondered into her home feeling very unsafe. She walked in. She immediately locked the door behind her as her back was turned a hand hovered over her left shoulder, it touched her shoulders giving her a fright, she turned around and saw who it was. It was Christian. “Did I give you a fright their?”. Allison nodded. “Why? Did something happen to you today at work?”. Allison didn’t answer at all as the flash memories of what happened at the shop consumed her mind. Allison without speaking just held tightly around Christian keeping him close to her skin without having the tendency to let him go straight away.
9.00pm
Snape has his black mysterious sleep-ish eyes wondering through an old book, his index finger flips through the fair cream coloured pages of the rusty hard red covered book he held the weight of it easily within the grasp of his hands. He laid there feeling content with his legs in front of him resting on the red couch. He heard a sound a few meters away, he flickered his eyes into the direction hearing faint footsteps in the hallway. Snape sees a female figure approach him. As above the fan does a silent hum pushing the accumulated air around him hitting his face with a bursting sensation on his skin. To him it was more like an elf, a she elf to be exact. That was Cameron, who wore a white singlet, no bra, black skinny jeans, her blond short hair was fluffed but it was on point. She had beautiful red lipstick that had been applied perfectly with the remnants of blush foundation lightly brushed on her plumped cheeks as the light above her shins on her blond hair with slight movements from the fan above. "Looks like someone is going out tonight!". Snape said. Cameron looked over to Snape in his direction with a smile on her face. "Yes, I am going out tonight. I'm going to this club called Soda and its German night, club thing-". That sent a light bulb to Snape's head remembering something. "Do you know someone by the name of Lee Grinner Pace? When you were in Germany?". Snape waited for a moment so she could register in her brain the question he asked. Cameron looked up slightly tapping her foot on the concrete flooring as she thought about Snape's question. Then it came to her as she opened her mouth with big wide eyes. "Yes, I have he was in school with me once". "Do you still talk?". "Yes, ah but since I moved to Scotland we haven't been in touch. Like sometimes I can't get through to him when I want to speak to him". "We'll, I have or he spoke to me". "What did he say? Why did you call him?". Cameron said turning her body to Snape moving closer to him. "Ah well, he only said his name "Hi this is Lee" or something like that. And that was all because I, I was too scared to talk to him." "Why is that?". "It doesn't matter right now". He lightly smiled resting his index finger upon his upper lip stopping more words coming out from his mouth fearing if he said anymore he might be in big trouble if a certain someone he loathes new about it.
9.30pm
Cameron stood at the front of the door. There were two drag queens on either side of the door in their glamour with red sparkly gowns with red lipstick to match the dress. Also with their hair pinned up and away from their faces showing off their best assets. Now these girls were the guards of the club. They looked butch with broader shoulders staring down at Cameron who stood waiting in the form of an elegant she-elf. Cameron placed her left hand into her pocket pulling out a white slip of paper and handed it to the girl on the left. The queen gladly pulled it out from her hand and jested her other hand towards the inside of the club. Cameron gladly nodded beginning to walk into the club seeing the flashing lights, a lot of drags wearing beautiful clothing that she could never have the right amount of money to buy one of her own. The loud music played in the background. Cameron strolled around she noticed there were a lot of men in the club and a few women but not as much. (There must be a popular person on tonight). She thought strolling towards the stage. The people around her started to get quiet knowing something she didn’t that something great was about to happen.
Cameron sat down at a seat near to the rim of the stage and watched before her hearing faint music was beginning to play, the audience around her went mute and Cameron peeled her eyes to the centre of the stage.
Just moments before a man wearing a long blond wig dressed in black leather briefs, a red fair jacket with a black rimmed colour on the brim around his neck that matched the black sleeves he wore on either arm that retched his wrist holding a red blanket in front of him breaths nervisouly out from his mouth standing in front of a black curtain. The music that was called ‘Crush ‘ by Garbage started to make it presence animating from the speakers around him. The curtains pulled away. He immediately puts a smile on his face without thinking he puts one foot away from his other entering more into the stage with fear in his heart but a clear and happy mind. The audience drew their attention towards him, he showed a small smile showing his white teeth that hid under the red lips that shined in the light that lit above him. He left his hands on either side of his waist while holding onto the red velvet blanket within his fingertips he gave them a spin twirling the blanket to the other side giving a flowing motion of air past his thighs. The crowd cheered and clapped. The man moved more onto the stage. Cameron tilted her head slightly watching the mans movement as she looked on. The song came to the lyrics part, he opened his mouth ready to mouth the words that are about to be played. He moved his hand unbuttoning the jacket that covered his body showing his breasts reviling more than he wanted. But hey its a job that he wanted to do. The red velvet blanket also was pulled away from his body showing his leather briefs throwing the blanket to the left of the stage. He took one deep breath in ready to show what he has got.
“I would die for you
I would die for you
I've
been dying just to feel you by my side-“. He raises his left
hand up into the sky his other hand trails along his raised hand
reaching his right breast.
“To know that you're mine”.
He slides his right hand down his waist bending his left arm a little
then back up again, he shacks his bottom in a circle to the beat of
the tune looking straight ahead at the audience giving them a little
tease of his right thigh.
“I will cry for you-“.
He is now squatting on the floor flexing his thighs out beside his
resting his hands on top of them. He moves his thighs inwards lowing
the left thigh lower than the other turning to the right to stand up
slowly. The people by him fan him some money. He gladly takes the
money he receives slinging it back over to the left handing in an
upright motion.
“I
will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears-“.
He knees down next to the rim of the stage next to a male wearing a
pink crop top with a cow boys hat on placing both his hands up above
to his eyes in a scissor motion running the back towards his head
eyeing the man up.
“And drown your fear”
See
your face-“. He know has turned to the right with his right leg
hosted up, his left is in the kneeling position, his waist is pushed
out, the people before him place their money on the outer rim of his
briefs, his hands are raised above him, he smiles in the moment.”
- Every place that I walk in”. He shakes his little booty. He
begins to stand up leaning on one knee more than the other.
He
turns swiftly on the knee keeping his right knee down on the ground
while other is up. He teases the audience as he thrusts his waist
into the audience slowly in a toying motion.
“Hear
your voice-“. He leans onto his left knee, his other straight
ends out. “Every time I am talking”. The people beside
him start putting money on the left side of his waist both hands are
raised as he watched them slip the money on him.
He
leans in holding a mans hand up to his left breast mouthing out the
words planting a small peck on the mans head. “You will believe
in me
And I will never be ignored”. He mouthed out the last
words he looked up before him giving a little flash of his eyes at
Cameron who was leant forward at the top of the stage who know felt a
bit intimidated she slowly sank back into her shell leaning back into
her seat.
He heads back into the stage but stops midway, he
swiftly turns around, lays his back onto the stage pulling his hands
up above his head clinging onto the top rim of the stage that pulls
him up.
“I
will burn for you
Feel pain for you”. He starts to move his
hips to the left and then to the right.
“I will twist the
knife and bleed my aching heart-“. He leans upwards showing
more of his chest raising his body upwards
“- And tear it
apart”. People beside him start placing money in various parts
around him body were they could put it.
“I will lie for
you
Beg and steal for you-“. He quickly gets onto his knees
ready for the next verse he slowly begins to move his thighs in
unison as he thrusts forward into the audience.
“I will
crawl on hands and knees until you see
you’re just like me”.
He stands up flexing out his chest with a smirk on his face.
“Violate all the love that I'm missing-“. He moves back
down onto the stage as he swings his legs over to the stage and rests
his body for a moment as he took a slight breather.
“-
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And
I can never be ignored-“.
He breathed out his last breath of those meaningful words stepping off the staging taking in a deep breath feeing his heart rate beat very fast. His hands began to shake feeling overwhelmed by the people before him who had stood up and started clapping at him because of his performance. He tried to hold back the happy tears from his face. He wonders over to a small group of drag queens that immediately drag him into the group and gave him hugs and kisses. He happily obliged to them quickly, he just wanted now some time on his own to escape for a moment feeling that he needs to calm down a bit. He was a bit shaky in his voice as he tried to speak to the others as it was his first time performing in front of a large crowd.
In that joyous moment with the brooding sensation of fear and shakiness Cameron slowly removed herself from her position slowly approaching him. She walked but suddenly then came to a halt for a split second seeing him as if he was a girl. He on the other hand was occupied with other drag queens who surrounded him in a circle. Cameron lightly bites down on her upper lip slipping him a small glance with a smile on her face. He catches the small glare from her turning his attention towards her not returning the favour of a smile but a stare of not knowing what this woman wanted. Cameron waited for her turn to speak to him. But Cameron was too late with her chance at speaking with in a blink of an eye he was gone from her sight slipping away more into the back of the club.
Later on into the night he hides himself in the back corner of the club.
Still in drag. He starts to move his shaking hands around on the table adding and subtracting the empty bottle beer can lids that had been left by the people before him as he clamps down hard pushing his teeth together making him feel tense as you could see his temples move out on either side of his head in unison. He placed a small amount of pressure on his scalp trying not to let any of his tears show trying to hold them back as bad thoughts start to accumulate in his pondering mind. He tries and tries to think of anything to clear his thoughts but they just bring out the worst in him.
Eventually his mind clicks on one small tear started to form in the corner of his left eye but it wasn't there for long, he quickly removed his left hand and swiped the salty tear away he cleared his throat breathing deeply in and out to try and calm himself down. Cameron was at the bar, she turned around resting her elbows on either side of the bar table she scanned her eyes across the dance floor as she moves her head slightly in tune with her eyes seeing all these happy men and woman dancing with smiles on their faces. (This is the best night of my life). She thinks. Her eyes wander to the back of the club, she leans in a bit seeing a girl sitting in the back all alone, she could see what she was doing. (Maybe I should go over and say hi). Cameron thought placing one foot forward as she began to walk over to the girl in the corner with her hands neatly placed in either sides of her pockets. Cameron approached her she still didn't think it was a guy at first but she was wrong in that department.
Cameron was only one step away from him feeling the intense emotion of concentration feeding of him and giving the only living thing around that was Cameron the same thoughts of that she was not being wanted here. Cameron sighed a little, her mouth was partly open exhaling a bit of air out from herself, she declined her stay but she was about to turn on one foot and walk away a voice entered her head. "What do you want?". He voiced out not meeting Cameron's gaze at him yet. Cameron happily planted a smile on her face ignored his stern deep words at her. " I just wanted to say that you did perfectly today on the stage tonight". She gleamed. He swiftly tilted his head up meeting the girls eyes of the voice that he was listening too. He leaned back into his seat. "Why, thank you sweetheart". He said. A small smile lingered upon his face for a short while but then as if it was their it was shortly gone turning his attention back to adding and subtracting the beer bottle cans.
For a moment he thought he was alone but no. He felt that someone or some girl was still standing before him so he leaned back again into the seat breathing out lightly as his eyes turned upwards looking into the girls eyes again. (Why is she still here?). He thought as he moved his left arm on his waist as he placed his fingertips up to his mouth and rested it on the contour lines of his bare chin as he narrowed his eyebrows down towards her. He waited for a moment before he placed his hands out in front of him as he tangled his fingers within his fingers calmly looked at her with a dull look of exhaustion in his face expression as molecules of sweat feel from his face feeling a cold breeze hit the top of his long blond hair. (Thank god theirs an air vent above me. Because if there wasn't I would be ice-cream on the floor by now). He did a little smirk licking his lips making them moist again. "Look. Ah". He jested for her name as Cameron got the hint. "My name is Cameron Howe". She politely introduced herself with a smile. "Look. Cameron you're a nice girl, but you’re better off talking to someone else". At the end of his sentence he lunged up out from his seat without saying any other word and began to move away not giving anytime for her to respond.
He passed briefly on her shoulders Cameron out of nowhere had the sudden urge to grab his shoulder, so she grabbed his arm feeling the muscular tones biceps beneath her fingertips as they lightly but with a small amount of pressure dug into his skin with her left hand on him ready to speak she came to relocation of what she was doing as her mouth was partly open. But only air came out from her mouth, he turned around looking at her with his eyes and those perfectly bushy but flattened looking eyebrows of his. ( Why are you holding onto me?). He thought as no word either came out from his mouth too just a confused expression on his face. Their eyes met only for a split second that felt like a life time to Cameron giving her the feeling of you shouldn't be here. But obviously Cameron is not reading the signals from him.
So he gently without struggle shrugged it off closing his eyes at her turning his head more to his front leaning away from her as Cameron hand slips of his biceps and back to her side. Cameron watches him wonder deeper into the dark dingy place that was at the back entrance of the club leaving Cameron with the feeling of numbness in her bones. Cameron exhaled coming back to realization again feeling a bit odd but she held her stance for a mere moment feeling a cold shiver run down her spine as she closers her eyes slightly over her eye sack too see complete darkness cover herself in a safe place. She begins to breathe in and out through the nostrils of her nose, with her mouth tightly shut, she think's to herself. ( Should I go? I will go). She is not the one to hold back on what she has started.
Meanwhile Cameron goes looking for him. He frantically runs towards his dressing room fleeing as if a bomb has gone off he held his breath in as he runs as fast as he could. He reached the door he turned the knob once releasing the valve and he sneakily lunged into the room closing the door quickly behind him. He rests his arms beside him breathing in and out as his eyes dart around the room for a sense of relief that he had made it to his dressing room. The light around him came immune to his bodily senses.
He relives himself from the door unlatching his glued hands from the door he walks over to the light bulbs that are placed around the mirror he looked at himself in the mirror placing his bottom on the black seat with a small huff of what to do next. He pondered for a moment refreshing his mind, he closed his eyes for a second before opening them up again. He started them into the light that reflected off the mirror. He then diverted his eyes away from the light and to the draw that was on the left of him, he moved his right hand over the knob of the draw, pulled it open with ease, grabbed out a packet of clean whips and a small packet of hand sanitizer and placed them both on the table before him.
A few minutes later his face was back to normal as if he had never been to a party. There was no such trace of any make-up upon his face. The second step now was removing his boots. He swivelled the chair around to his left side lifting his left leg up onto the counter, he felt the stain of his legs muscles arch in pain of the weight of one boot letting his other leg take a chill pill for a moment as it dangles beside him nearly touching the floor. He removes his two hands upon his boot and begins to pull the straps away from him making the boot feel less tighter around his ankle. He moves his hands up and towards the top of the shoe stopping at the rim where his finger dive into the boot and start frantically un-tying the string as if his hands where spiders making a home but this time he was distorting his already made home but pulling at the laces making them come free at his will of allowing his feet breath fresh but confined air that surrounded him.
As he just finished his second boot disgracing them into his nearest cupboard near him he retreats back to the black chair and sits in front of the mirror resting his fingers for a moment before he moves onto the next removal mission. He stood up again changing his way of sitting as he then walked towards another mirror but this time it was a full body one. He sees his reflection he diverts his eye's to his left shoulder moving his shoulder back removing the top of the shoulder part of the thinly placed jacket as he slides them off the top of his shoulders. He then jiggled his arms a bit making the sleeves fall down to the bottom of his wrist as he then moves his left hand to his right cupping his hand as he slides his fingertips into the shirt and releasing the jackets arm away from his wrist feeling the light heat up his already heated skin.
He then turned to his right breathing in and out occasionally with deep pressure from his lungs as he attends to his right arm doing the same cupping motion with his hand, his fingertips within the confines of the jacket as he pulls the fabric away from him freeing his wrist with the sudden heat of the heated light bulbs before him as his wig hair welted in his heat that was making him a bit dehydrated. Next on his agenda was the removal of his bra. He moved both his hands on either side of his body and he slowly moved his fingertips to the hook that holded his black bra in place.
As it latched open freeing the mans tightly shaped body with small indents of the bra straps on the top of his shoulder he moved his hands back around to the front in unison and lightly rubbed on his breasts making them feel free and not squished into his chest as he felt the soft smooth skin at his fingertips as he slightly raised his left side of his mouth into a small smile of amusement of the feeling of his own touch on him as he lightly tilted his head back as he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply through his opened mouth.
Second to last was now he had to remove his briefs.
He slides his hands down either side of his chest reaching the brim of the leather black briefs jamming his thumbs into the tightly sealed space as he began pushing the briefs down with a small amount of thumb pressure. He slides them down past his thighs easily with no drawl of pain from him, he imbedded now his long lanky fingers into the depths of the briefs haling then over his knee caps with a gliding sensation as he pulls them over with his hands as guides. As he reached the bottom soils of his smooth feet he lifted them up one by one as he removed the briefs from his body feeling his bodily functions come alive again as he felt free with the tightness of the leather was away from his genitalia letting them hang freely.
The last part of the removal stage was his wig. He sat back down at his chair facing the mirrored lights again. In the seat he leans forward making his head bow down as the wig hair falls in front of his face seeing blond strands of hair before his eyes. He then moves his free hand over to the counter and grabs a black hair band, with his other free hand he gets the wig hair all together with his fingers as his left hand ties the hair all together into a pony tail feeling the weight of it has cleared from his shoulders as he tilts his head up looking back into the mirror. With his two hands behind his head as his fingertips started to free the pins that started to also free the wig away from his head.
Once that was done he grabbed the wig with his fingers and pulled the wig off and away from his head removing the wig neatly on the side counter. (That feels so much better). He thought as he ran his fingers through his brown fair hair removing the sweat that has bottled up under the wig and onto the floor in a puddle of sweat. He sat on the chair for a while breathing lightly as he rested his body for a moment until it was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. He swivelled around quickly as he bent down and picked up a clean pair of underpants that where folded neatly on the floor, he slipped them on as fast as he could and then he plastered himself breathing deeply as he rested his ear on the door with his mouth open ready to speak. “Who are you?". He whispered with a quick tone of his breath as he rested his hand upon the wooden frame of the door waiting for a response. "Its me Cameron!". He thought about it for a moment. "What do you want?". He said in more of a friendly tone than before. "I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place for a while". (Why does this girl want to see me).
With his free hand he placed it against the knob of the door contemplating if he should open the door, he took a breath in as he held the knob and started to speak but held the door ready to open when he wanted to. "Well I would like that, but you saw me in a show with lights and stage make up-". "Yeah, So I have no problem with that". He turned the door knob slowly with fear on his eyes as nobody with in the club has ever seen him who he is under all the make-up until tonight.
As he opens the door slowly breathing out he speaks again. "What you saw this night is not the same creature you will find coming home with you". The door was freely open showing his bare body with his white clean underpants covering his man hood. He rests his hand on the door as he covers his other hand with a white silk blanket over his breasts meeting Cameron's eyes as he could see as she stepped away a little. "I haven't distributed you, have I ". He shook his head with no words.
Before going to Cameron’s house he had slipped on better cloths.
Cameron lead him over to the door, he followed closely behind with his hands in his pockets as he looked at the building before him. "Wow, this is a great place". He said as he walked up onto the porch as Cameron turned around to him with a smile on her face. "Yes, its a great place". She said. She turned back around and checked her pockets for the keys and found that she had forgotten them. "Oh man!". She exhaled a harsh breath. "Whats the matter?". He questioned. "I forgot to take the house keys with me and my house mate has locked the doors already". "Is there any other way in?". "No I am afraid not, but oh we'll we can just sit on the porch instead".
A few moments in Cameron was talking to him about that she has a car and a job He was not really paying the siltiest bit of his attention to her as is thinking mind was off in his own world as he came to realisation that he should be back home but he wants to stay away from them and leave but he can't because he knows how his mum would feel if he left.
His bodily functions felt so drained with pain, hatred and confused as he did tried so hard to stay focused on what Cameron was telling him as he rubbed his nervous hands together making him feel a bit more stressed out as his body on its own stood up just to shake of that feeling but that just made it worse to him as he now rubbed the sides of his waist.
Cameron stopped in mid talk as she noticed he had stood up from his current position with a worrying look upon his face. "Are you ok?". She questioned feeling worried for him if she has said something to disappoint him.
"I shouldn't be here; I have been here too long". He mouthed with a soft tone of his voice as it came to mind as Cameron sighed as she lightly tilted her head down facing her knees hearing the words he had mouthed under his shallow whispering breath.
Cameron then looked up at him with a questioned gaze upon her face. "How old are you?". He then turned his head to Cameron with an odd look upon his face thinking. ( Thats an odd question to be asking right now. But I'll answer it in a minute). " You can't say that question, you need to ask what my name is first, I know your name". Cameron narrowed her eyes towards him feeling a bit selfish. "What is your name? My name is Cameron". She smiled as he returned the favour is well. "My name is just Jess". "Just Jess?-". "No. Its Jess". He interrupted and then carried on. "I am 20, what about you? Its only fair". Cameron with drawled her speech for a moment fearing of what Jess would think of her now, she took a gulp of her own saliva in and spoke quickly but clearly so he could hear her words. "I am 29, so that means you probably still live with your parents?". She said that as more of a question. "Ah yes". He confessed as he sat back down on the steps facing towards her just a few inches away.
"So back to my previous question?". Cameron said facing him as she didn't get a quick response out of him. (Why does this girl want to know what is the matter with me). "Why do you want to know what is the matter with me?". He said narrowing his eyebrows at her. "We'll for starters, you can't keep it inside you. Because it will just hurt you even more-". He slightly interrupted her. "But why? You?". " I, I am the kind of person where I don't care much for myself. Where I shine brighter, is when my heart lingers its soul upon other people to make them get rid of this bad vibes that are inside them to make them feel free of the weight that they bare on their shoulders feel light as feathers". Cameron could not have put that in a better way to explain it, she was on point with her words and she was sure he understood.
He did understand as a small smile crept up on his face with achnolagment of her statement. "That was put, perfectly. You have a special gift of saying the right words when people like me need to hear them". Cameron gleamed. He took a breath in as he place either of his hands on top of his knee caps and tapped lightly his two index fingers as he began to tell her about his current mood of what has made him feel like this.
*Flash Back Begins*
Five hours before the club.
Jess pears out from the bathroom wearing a white singlet that barley covers his black bra, on the bottom half of his body he is wearing black skinny jeans that perfectly hide his genitalia, on his feet are flat but stylish black leather shoes with a bit of a wooden heal that is sewn into the sole of the flat boot.
He stood their breathing lightly threw his nostrils he sees a familiar figure standing just a few steps away from him.
He scurries out from the bathroom and right up to the person with a happy go Larry emotion of joy as he holds a hair shaver in one hand and a white towel in the other. "Mum, could you please shave my hair, when you’re ready please". The Mother turns to his direction with a cup of coffee in her hands as she cups them over the cup feeling the warmth within her grasp as he fingers touch the outer rim of the mug. "I think its best not to do it since Nana is taking you out to dinner tonight, paying for the food and plus Papa and Nanas younger sister is going to be their". Jess thinks about it for a moment. (But I really want my hair to be done). "That means they hate who I want to be-". "-No they love you as who you are, can't you wait afterwards and then I can shave it". Jess huffed a little with his heart racing with anger as he tries to stay calm around his Mother as his heart pounds with pain as he thinks of something to say. "Yeah right! Why can't they just accept who I am and just live with it of me having short hair". "Don't speak like that!". His Mother mentioned as she placed her cup of coffee beside her as she said those words in a stern tone. " Well I can, this hurts me more than you know! So I don't care what they think!-". Jess began to lower his voice. "- I would like for you to do my hair please, you can't stop me from doing it". "All right , but it would be nice if you didn't". Oh that really hit Jess hard in his brain knowing that his Mother was on their side and not his.
Jess sat their facing the mirror as his eyes where narrowed hard with a slight bit of pressure on them exposing his frown lines as his Mother placed the white towel around his neck and under his hair at the back making sure when she starts shaving the hair can only fall on the towel. His Mother plugged in the cord of the shaving utensil as he parted the left side with his see through comb ready for her to shave. "Are you ready?". His Mother questioned seeing as his hands were still in place on his head holding his hair to one side. He un-frowned his narrowed frown back into a calm face as they rested calmly on his face as he opened his mouth to speak. "Yes, I am ready for you". His Mother turned on the shaver, moved to her left, placed the shaver on the point where Jess hair line starts and began to drag slowly the head over the shaver on the outer edges of his head.
Each time his Mother dragged the shaver across his head little stands of hair feel onto the floor reliving him of the weight of his own hair also making him feel each time she moved the shaver towards her the raw emotion of guilt filled his head with questions as he kept his mouth tightly wound shut as he breathed through his nostrils as his hands rested either side on his knees with a bit on tense in them as if they were ready to pounce on a living prey.
The Mother paused for a moment as she let her child move his hands to get the other side parting ready for the shave. As he was ready, the Mother took over his hand position as he placed his hands back down upon his knee as his mother started to shave the other side. Jess could feel the metal gliding across his smooth head freeing him of the heat of his hair as the cold breeze around him latched onto his head making his emotion turn into a bit of happiness but it didn't say like that for long.
Once she was done she was left with a quiet whisper of a 'Thank you' and that was it.
Three hours have passed.
The car ride was very silent it was too quiet for anyones liking.
He stood alone at the front of the door with his feet close together, his hands where either side by his waist as his elbows where slightly bent inwards placing his forearms before him showing the palm of his hands as he bent the top of his fingertips inward showing him the tops of his nails. He was so proud of them as they have grown just to where he wants them with no chips or broken of nails they are all smooth to the touch. Also even though it was night he was glad he did shave his head because to him he was stinking hot around where he stood.
That joy he had is about to be wasted. Without warning a familiar figure crept out from the closed door peering her body around the rim of the door with an unwanted look of disbelief as she started her old wrinkled eyes with a tad bit of smudged make-up around her eyes with a dull tone showing more of her lips that was completely splatted with red lipstick and her hair was tied in a bun.
Now what she wore she wore a beautiful gown with the sleeves neatly creased with the iron making it look all flattened and well-presented but her face expression did not match as what she wore. He rose his eyebrow up at her meeting her half way as he stood there with a fake smile across his face as he murmured a thought in mind to keep his emotions away and keep him sane. (I can keep my head in place. It's not rocket science here). The grandmother stepped aside withholding her words in for a moment as she let Jess into her house with no smile.
At around dinner time everyone was sat around the table. At either head of the table was Nana on one side and the other was Papa. On the left of Papa was Jess and Nanas younger sister on the other side on Nanas left was two of her best friends Rafael Nadal and Ian Pepper. As dinner was half way through until that time Jess and Nana hadn't breathed a word since their first bite of food. There was a break in the words as the room went silent for a moment as people feed themselves food. Nana eyed up slowly as she looked across to Jess as he sat their content as he ate his food as she fiddled with her fork in her left hand as it started to protrude sweat molecules around her fingertips as her temples start to show. She stood up face placing her left hand now flat onto the table as she started directly at Jess. The others around Jess all looked at Nana wondering what was going on in silence. Jess then tilted his head up noticing everyone was looking at Nana, as his eyes linked up with hers he felt an immediate change upon the atmosphere in the room that wall all focusing on him. Jess started to breath fast as he knew why she stood up so he stood up to keeping a steady gaze at her as he wondered what to say to her kindly in front of their guests.
"Why are you doing this now?". He sighed knowing what was going to come off her harsh bite sized mouth with flappy chops as cheeks. "I want you to leave". That was not expected to come out for her mouth as gasps appeared in the room from mouths and minds full of shock and anticipation. Jess stood their reserving the information that he had just heard that came out from her mouth as he reduced his breath feeling the pain in him cling on to his body as if a bomb is about to go off as he tried to withdrawal the tears as they try to break free from his eyes and he placed a firm and stiff hand on the table. "If you love me, you should sit back down and don't breath another word". Jess said leaning in a bit as he took small inhales of breath as his throat started to feel dry and hurt a bit with the pain of not being wanted. There was silence in the room as they all had now their eyes on Nana as she stood her ground.
Jess opened his mouth and started to breath as his whole body began to tense up with a bundle of frustration ad he could not take the strain of it anymore. " I am going". He claimed as he removes himself from the table ad he just about gets away from the table an arm swings across him and grabs his shoulder as Jess turned around seeing who the hell is grabbing him as word's from the grabber comes clear to him. "Don't you dare leave!". Jess started into his eyes of Rafael feeling an emotion he has never felt before as if he has been in a same situation that made Jess's eyes soften for a moment but them came back to a frown as the marks on his forehead showed up again. "She, would never back down, now let go of me!". He said in a calm but with a meaningful. "Thank god I didn't unpack". He harshly pushed these meaningful words out as he slipped the back over his shoulder as Rafael had now knelt to the ground, Nana was still standing in her stance, Papa had stood up and rested by the chair and Nana's younger sister where all watching Jess. Rafael opened his mouth a bit muttering the words in a whisper. "Please turn back around, please turn back around". Jess disobeyed his words and left as Rafael breathed out in disappointment as he shook his head in disbelief as his body relaxed.
*Flash Back End*
Jess now looked away from Cameron's direction breathing out to give her a moment to gather all that information into her head to wrap around of what had happened to him as he rubbed his hand's on either side of his thigh's as it was the first person he has even told this, fearing of what she would say. Cameron turned her head away from Jess for a moment as she tried to wrap around the information connecting everything together as it started to make sense to her. She turned with slight movements of her body, faced Jess as she moved a bit closer to him, moved her right hand that was closer to him and slowly brushed her hand across his arm and as she retched the end she cupped her hand inside him with a smile upon her face. Jess turned to her with a warming smile feeling her touch on him. "Thank you". He whispered as he nudged her lightly on the shoulder feeling the sadness slowly fad away from his mind knowing that someone cares for him. "I not going to breathe another word of this but why did your Nana's parents friend Rafael say 'Please turn back around, please turn back around'?". Jess held her hand more. "Because in that slim moment where you have connection with someone, I knew he had. The same thing done to him, plus he was the only person that did anything to stop me from leaving".
12.00pm
Jess looked down at his wrist as he saw that it was 12pm at night and then he looked up at Cameron. “I think I should head back, I’m going to my friends place tonight”. Cameron smile at him knowing he would be safe. “I am sure, you would be safe their”. She laughed a little seeing he laughed a little bit too. “Yeah, you’re right about that. I had a good time”. He said stepping up as he rubbed his hands on the outer rims of his thighs as the dirt feel off his palm and wrists.
Cameron also stood up as well as she moved in abit closer to him as almost their hair on top of their hair almost touches each other. “ I am glad you came”. Cameron musters up the best smile she had as her hands rest before her. They both stared at each other for a moment before Jess opened his mouth as he tried to get his words out. “Me too, thanks for inviting me-“. He paused for a moment as he breathed in and out before he started talking again but Cameron quickly interrupted him. “- I’d like to see you again”. She smiled as Jess had a quick response. “ Oh no, thats very nice but, the bars in Scotland are full of girls”. “Yeah, but you’re not like the other girls”. Cameron smiles as Jess turns his smile into a frown. “Thats an understatement!”. They both look at each other for a moment with closed mouth’s as Cameron could hear Jess breathing heavily through his nostrils.
1.30am
Jess closed the door behind him seeing Freya had her back turned as she was doing the washing as her hands were occupied while cleaning a dirty plate she head the front door shut, she turned around seeing Jess still standing at the door with his hands behind his back ready to speak. “She wants to see me again?”. “And why shouldn’t she?”. Jess slowly starts to walk over removing his hands away from the door. “She is a lesbian. A pretty woman with good manners , a lesbian with a job and a car-“. He rest’s his hands upon the wooden chair before him not meeting Freya’s gaze. “- And She knows, I mean you have told her?”. Jess looks over at Freya with an innocent look of knowing he hasn’t said anything to Cameron about him being a male with a female body. “Jess!”. She voiced softly. Jess puts a smile on his face as he nods lightly replying with. “ I think she knows , or she knows as much as she wants too know”. He paused for a moment before he thought of something else to say. “What if she wants to make love?”. Freya looks upon Jess as they both look at each other. “Does your boyfriend pay attention to you’re?”. “Ah, my unfeminine boy parts, he ignored them for the first few years. And then we started to experiment. But to me sexual orientation its black and white. You know, I mean very few people are one hundred present anything these days”. “Freya, he is from Germany”. He smiled as he sat down looking pleased with himself.
29/11/2014
3.00am
Alan laid still and content as his clock on the side of the bed just turned 3am in the morning while Winston slept on the end of his bed on the wooden floor in a little ball. Alan was lying on top of his bed in only his white underpants as tonight it was a particular hot night as the window on the left of him gave him small breaths of cold air that touched his body like a small heat wave of coldness that made his body hit his immune system filling him up with different tempters of hot and cold. He began to sweat from his forehead as his eye lids started to move like flapping butterfly wings as his mind wonders into the thickness of the brain that he withdrawals his tense memories into the abys of his mind letting it run freely without stopping.
*Real events that started to occur but in memory form*
Alan stood with only his underpants on feeling the concrete flooring beneath his bare wrinkled hairy feet looking dead to the world as his eyes dropped with saggy eyelids as strands of his hair lingered upon his dried complexion making it hard for him to see what was before him as it came into perspective as the air cleared before his eyes. Within his dry wrinkled hand he held a well-worn out rope that obviously had been used loads of times for obscure things and acts that had been played out before him in some other century. Before him where four men tied down tight with the same worn out rope Alan had with him around the top of their thighs as they squirmed in the wooden seats only wearing their underpants with black Scottish duct tape around their mouths seeing their faces where red as a baboons bum and as a huge waterfalls of tears streaming down either side of the mountiness of hilly cheeks. With the first person in line, Alan stood right up against the back of him seeing as if it was the back of his head. As that thought entered it slowly vanished within a blink of an eye diving into the depths of his obscure mind.
He twisted his wristed gliding towards the side of the mans head, he swung the rope around the man’s neck, it latched onto his neck as if it was a tight leather belt getting buckled into someones skinny jeans, landing on the curved neck as the lines started to show as sweat started to protrude down the lines that shaped his neck as the rope reached the other side hitting the man harsh on his now plumped up red infused cheek as the rope slided into Alan’s other hand grasping onto the rope as he took a tighter movement in his fingertips as they held the rope making it easier for him to hold that position for a while.
He inhaled from his raspy mouth as he uttered. “1, 2”. He exhaled with a deep breath noise that animated through the ears of the man before him as Alan’s mouth opened wide showing his white teeth as saliva started to dribble from his bottom lip and dripping onto the floor before him as it purged onto the ground near it fat toe.
Alan tightened his grip even more as the rope started to burn his flesh on his wrist as his hands started to tremble and shake at any given time he allowed them too. He cleared his throat as he shouted. “THREE!”. His temples extruded from his forehead as his face went almost as red an apple as he placed one foot against the wooden chair as he arched his back to keep him steady, he gradually pulled either end of the rope towards him in unison as the victims skin began to do a ripple effect as it started to close up the mans wind pipe as he squirmed and squirmed even more with faint screams as the others watched out from the corner of their feared eyes and listened intently at the faint screams of agony he portrayed before him to let them all hear the pain he is going through.
The man in the chair slowly quieted down as Alan raised a sweaty brow in joy that he has succeeded his first victim as he chuffed an evil laughed as he lessened his grip. He gradually let go of the rope in his left hand as he let it swing to his left as he breathed deep with joy in his breath. The mans body before him gradually at a sluggish pace turned limb, the eyes of the man went wide and still. The execution of the body slammed its self onto the hard concrete flooring giving him no pain but a loud thud as seeps of blood started to conjure up into his system before Alan even knew it the blood splurged out in an old fashioned sequence out from the nooks and cracks as if he was an old pile of un-used rocks ready for destroying with dynamite as the substance of red trickled out onto the concrete sucking up its immune system purging his innard’s into a well-rounded puddle.
The second and third were done like that as quickly as if some clicked their fingers.
Now for the last one, Alan held the rope lightly in his blistered bloody hands as he strained with agony as he strapped the blood infested rope around as his fingers as they holded the rope in either hand ready to pull as hard as he could as his nostrils inhaled the stench of blood that started to protrude from the concrete fuming the floor with the smell of human flesh and into the not so fresh air as that made the about to be last thing in the room grieve in hunger as he started to loath the other mans presence before him.
Alan again he stands with his left foot pushing the chair slightly with his big two as he lashes the rope around the mans sweaty neck with guidance of the outline of his chin as the ripples around the mans neck fill with little lakes of his own sweat that look like the planes in Vietnam of the little paddy fields of life that is being picked by hand. The man moves his neck as he tilts his head upwards getting himself ready for the strike of the raw intensifying rope whip lash. He was right about that. His left shocked eye lingered for a spare moment to the left as his heart pumped with blood as his eye nearly feel out from its socket as it sees a flying rope hitting his neck as if he was an innocent fly with a jolt of pain hitting the side of his neck as Alan whips the rope underneath his chin as some blood practicals fall from the rope making a rubbing indentation upon his neck.
Alan gritted his teeth together as he gradually exposed his mouth; he raised his bows upwards with a cheekish laugh as he gave no warning. He immediately pulled with his hands straining his fingers, pulled the worn-out rope; with blood splattering in all directions freeing the murder scene towards him. Alan’s infused temples fumed with furry as they poked out either side of his head wider than before as his face steamed up at a train fuming smoke out from his ears as he pledged his foot harder onto the chair keeping his feet onto the concrete floor, he twisted his wrists tightening his already tightened grip making pain surge through his palms and up to his calculated powered and focused brain molecules.
He pulled the rope with ease into his body in unison as the stranded victim felt helpless feeling the rope tighten around his weathered old throat as he could not move his body as if it was in a trance of solitude. This eyes began to batter up and down like a small hurricane of drums in the background as light as a butterflies wings that drop the closing eye lids as he tried to quicken his shallow throat back to normal as all the muscles in his forearms began to withdrawals the tension he holds it steady.
But he was too weak to hold the tension that was quickly escaping his neck as his throat could not hold the tension anymore as it his bodily functions refused his attacking stations and abandon ship. His throat sealed like a suction cup on a wall or a plugged up toilet that needed cleaning with a toilet plunged making sure no gaps or breaths or pre-concealed of air could not escape to freedom. The man tilted his head as he took his last breath not seeing the man before him giving Alan the time to loosen the rope around the mans neck feeling accomplished in his task that he was finally done as his body needed a well-earned rest. The man before him slowly but surely slided of the seat as the rope around his legs came un-tangled as he turned weak in the knees, the eyes went wide as owls, the persecution of the mans existence slammed itself onto the piled up dead bodies on the concrete flooring giving Alan the pleasure of joy as he made a thump to the floor. The blood from the dark crevices skin ripples started to fill with pre-accumulated deep dark blood splurged out over the top of the other victims as Alan stood by with a big grin upon his face as he rested his hands that dangled his fingertips that dribbled with blood emptying away from his nail’s and latching onto the floor like a metal detector finding its target.
*Real events Ended*
Alan flickered his wrinkled eyes very fast, they almost bulged out from their holes that formed their sockets in complete and utter shock as he held his breath in seeing before him where a row of four neatly placed chairs as he thought he could see the four men lying on the floor in blood with the remnants of blood patches, he backed staggering towards the back of the wall, hitting his back quickly up against the wall as his hands latched out like spiders ready to attack as they stuck on the wall like super glue feeling the cold remnants of the hard rocky concrete wall.
Out the corner of his left eye he sees a dark figure, his eyes adjusted around him seeing it was Winston, growling loud and proud like a fearless lion. Winston stood in a firm stance at the front entrance of the room all four paws were on the ground, he growled threw his stomach that echoed through his wind pipe making it a deeper growl than normal. His eyes stayed straight onto him not with a small inkling of luring them away as drool slided between the gaps in his teeth and fall into a puddle on the floor of clear dog mucus. Alan turned his head away from Winston for a moment he shuts his eyes light hearing his head pound and pounded harder. He opened his mouth to get some air in as practicals of sweat leaked out from the side mouth following down the inner lines of his neck in a small trail of salty substance. He closed his mouth feeling he had enough air was consumed in him, he knelt down suffocating his whole body inwards trying to clear out the noise from Winston barking at him. It was too hard for him to stop the dog from barking, his eyes shut even tighter showing the deep frown lines on his face scrunching his face up hiding within his own body while his arms wrapped around him like a warm jumper trying to keep him safe.
Unknowing what was happening around him a police guard with red hair, pale completion and beautiful bright blue eyes crept into his house with his black gun up and ready to shoot hearing Winston barking in the background loudly. He stays close to the walls lurking around each corner, with eyes peeled and sensors rose waiting intently for anything to jump out as he is quiet as a mouse. As he reached near where Winston was he saw the dog barking, he slipped his hand into his pocket grabbing on something wet and juicy. Winston nose quickly raised a little as he started sniffing something delicious to his keen senses that lingered around his nose distracting his attention. Winston immediately stopped barking, he began to sniff in the air as it leads him to the police officer and Winston walked up to him and immediately sat before the officer. “Good boy”. He said as he threw the lamb chop to the left as Winston ran after the meat diverting his attention away from Alan.
The officer slowly crept into the room seeing a man was quivered in the corner he knelt down near him as he began to whisper to him to not startle him. “Sir, are you ok? I am a police officer”. He paused letting the man here his words clear. Alan began to remove by disembowelling his movements as he opened up his body to him freeing the emotion of fear as it looked like his puffy red eyes showing he had been crying for a while now. “I am not ok! I have just murdered four grown men, what do you think?”. He uttered out from his shaking slides of his tongue. The police officer looked around seeing a bare room with four neatly placed chairs in the center of it as he then turned back around to Alan.. “No, you haven’t, there is no trace of blood”. “But I can see it right there!”. Alan exhaled as he pointed in the direction of the four dead men that he could see before him. The police officer took it back for a moment as if he heard those words before and he tilted his head to one slide slightly breathing threw a gap between his mouth. He stood up giving Alan space his walkie talkie on the left shoulder started to speak. “DS John Heaton, is it safe to come in? over!”. Alan looked up at him with a confused look as the sound around him as he wondered where that sound came from. “What is that?”. “Just a walkie talkie-“. He paused for a moment as he pressed the walkie talkie next to his mouth and pressed the button ready to speak. “Yes, safe and clear, come on over. Over”. He said as Alan began to stand up seeing the bodies behind him still lying there. “What are we going to do now?”. Alan questioned. “Well we are going to take you to the station and search the area for the people that you have murdered-“. “But you just said that you couldn’t see anything”. “I lied, sorry”. He said breathing out lightly as he just told a white lie.
3.30am
Alan sat in the corner of the enclosed room that where surrounded by huge glass windows as he huddled himself in the crack in the corner of the room sitting on a freezing cold bench as they did supply him with a blue overall jump suite as his knees were bent clamped together with his chest as he inhaled and exhaled through his noise lightly trying to keep his heart to a normal speed.
Meanwhile outside the enclosed room stood John and a female co-worker as they both stood their hold coffee as they talked about what they should do with Alan. “So have you told Alan if he needs someone to be with him-“. She looked over at Alan who was still sitting in the corner of the cell then back at John. “- Because he doesn’t look too well”. John looked over raising a red slither of his brow seeing Alan quivering in the corner with his hand’s tightly bound together. “Maybe I should”. He voiced as he strolled over to where Alan was sitting, raised his hand up to the window and tapped it three times that quickly got Alan’s attention. “Yes, what do you want?”. He questioned rising his head meeting John’s eyes through the glassed framed window. “Do you want me to call anyone? Friends? or Family?”. He sighed resting his leg onto the frame of the cell as he slightly bent his other knee inwards waiting for Alan to respond with an answer. “Could you please Call Snape his number is 101060999”. “Thanks, he will be with you shortly”. John gave a resurging smile as he left walking off into a different room.
3.35am
Snape rested on the leather couch with his sock covered feet planted onto the cold concrete flooring. Cameron was curled up with her legs against her chest as she sat on the other side of the sofa. They both sat their wide awake and content until Snape’s phone began to ring on the small coffee table before them. Snape looked over at it. “Wonder who that could be?”. He questioned reaching over, he grabbed the phone without looking at the caller ID and placed the phone quickly against his ear. “Hello this is Sargent DI John Heaton for Sun Hill Police station”. Snape thought about it for a moment. (Wonder what he wants to talk about. “Yes, what can I do for you?”. Snape questioned. “We have a friend of yours called Alan Cumming, you know him?”. “Yes, Yes I do. Whats happened?!-“. Snape placed his hand to his lips leaning forward as Cameron heard his worried voice and also leaned towards feeling worried for him. “Its a bit hard to explain, it is best that you come over right away. And talk face to face”. “Yes, I am on my way”. Snape closed his phone. Cameron was about to speak as Snape stood up. “Come on Cameron we have to go”. Cameron nodded as she followed suite.
3.50am
Snape and Cameron stood together hand in hand at the foot of the police station waiting to be let in. John stood at the desk. He looked up seeing that he had Snape and an-companion who were waiting patiently at the entrance, he turned around at the desk, pressed the red button and that sent the door to magically open. Cameron and Snape walked into the police station. Snape most of all tried to keep his cool to a low. Snape stepped foot into the station seeing Alan was sitting in a locked and confined space. It didn’t look like him. Alan’s eyes crossed paths with Snape. Alan smiled wide, he ran up to the see through frame placing his hands either side of him touching the glassed frame. Snape began to walk over to Alan with a concerned look upon him gradually started to move his left hand up to the frame of the glass almost touching but, suddenly Snape was briskly moved with a hand latching onto his inner soul pulling him away into the office Snape narrowed his eyes at a red haired man now pulled him into a spare room. Cameron followed slowly behind with her head looking down to the ground. Alan’s face shattered into small pieces as Snape was taken away from him like a brightly coloured flower. “I turn to you like a flower, leaning towards the sun”. He mouthed with his raspy dried voice echoing around him as his eyes stared directly in contact with Snape’s as he was taken away from him.
3.40am
Snape and Cameron sat adjacent from John in a bleak room with only a tape recorder that had been placed in the center of the table. Snape had his hands before him intertwined with his fingertips breathing in and out lightly waiting for the man before him the obscurely pulled him in here not under his consent to do so.
John leaned over pressing the record button with his index finger and began to speak. “The time it 3.40 am in the morning, my name is DS John Heaton, here with Snape and Cameron Howe-“. Cameron opened her mouth to speak wondering why he knew her name all ready but Snape placed a hand on her hand that stopped her from talking. John noticed by raising an eyebrow lightly as he started at Cameron. “Before we begin, I am going to ask Snape a few questions”. Snape nodded as he agreed with John. “So Snape, how do you know Alan?”. “Threw an acutance”. He answered removing his cupped hand on Cameron’s and placed it on the table feeling the cold wood beneath his fingertips as he just wants to ask his own questions soon as they begin to brew in his fast mind exploding with questions. “Look, I know you want to ask questions but can you tell me why are we here at 3.40am in the morning? And Alan is in a cell?”. “All right then”. He paused for a moment trying to think of what to say to him as he looked back up at Snape. “Alan, here has thought that he has killed four men in his house. For me I think his brain is playing on trick with him, I have tried telling him that but he is certain that he has killed the four men. But there was evidence of four chairs in the room in a row that he said they weren’t his”. John paused for a moment as both Snape and Cameron where thinking about what this guy is telling him. Snape couldn’t speak as he tried to find words to wrap his head around Alan’s current situation. Out from the silence Cameron thought of something to say as she looked upon John as she leaned in with a caring expression. “What do we do for Alan? Now”. “I think its best that he goes home with you for today-“. Snape looked up with a breath of relief. “- But, be under supervision for 48 hours until he leaves this establishment he is free to go home with you”. Cameron smiled as she cupped Snape’s hand feeling the sweat that welted within his own grasp. “We would be happily obliged to this”.
6.00am
Snape and Cameron where sitting side by side in the waiting room away from Alan because they were doing extra tests and questions with him in a different room. Snape sat their twiddling his thumbs breathing through his nostrils looking at the ground not saying much at all as his eyes dropped in the angle of his slightly tilted head. The door on the left of them swung open with Allison and Christian walking into the room. Cameron immediately stood up and greeted them as Snape didn’t pay any inkling of attention towards them.
Snape then heard other people talking in the room, he raised his head up seeing Allison and Christian were in the room, he didn’t show a smile upon his face as this time he felt weak in his bones as he didn’t at this moment want to play the aggressor towards Allison as she knowingly sat beside Snape placing a soft hand over his shoulder and whispered. “Are you ok?”. Snape tilted his head towards her as he heard those caring words slip out from her mouth. “Yeah, I’m ok! I’m completely fine”. Snape confessed with a hint of his left eye started to quiver voicing a little white lie out showing no sign of anger towards her. “So what has happened with Alan?”. Allison said calmly to him. “I’m not completely sure-“. Snape placed his hand on either sides of his thighs gradually started to grab the edge of his calf muscles flexing his fingertips inwards and outwards as he moved his hands rubbing up and down. Snape slightly grabbed his thighs in a sequence that matched his other hand in unison and he huffed out wavering his eyes over at Allison concerned ones. “- The policeman said Alan told him that he that he murdered four men in his house. But, he didn’t as his mind was playing a trick on him. Or something like that”. He sighed shrugging his shoulders feeling her warm hand caress his back with her thumb. Snape leaned backwards into it imagining it was Alan their caressing his back as he closed his eyes for a mere moment of bliss removing his hands from his thighs and placing them beside him as they clinged onto the outer rim of the cold lightly coloured blue seat at he sat.
31/11/2014
9.00pm
Snape was sitting on the left side of the couch Alan laid his head with not much pressure on Snape’s bony knees. Snape entwined his dangly fingers within his mans black strangely fair hair feeling at piece with everything that had happened. Alan had his eyes lightly closed breathing through his nose curled up against Snape.
Meanwhile just around the corner from the lounge Cameron strolled into the room wearing a cream sweater, black skinny jeans and red convers shoes to match her red plumped up lips as she gazed upon Snape that was awake as Alan was resting on top of him. “Hm”. She lightly hummed as her fingers held the edge of the door frame as she tried to get Snape’s attention. Snape tilted his head upwards seeing Cameron peering around the corner of the room. “Yes, dear”. He said softly not to startle his exhausted prince. “I’m going out, I don’t know when I will be back”. “Just be safe ok”. Cameron nodded and existed the room leaving the safe confined of her home.
9.30pm
Cameron strolled up the stairs of the club reaching the already opened door of the clubs dressing room thinking. (Would Jess be in their?). Cameron steps into the room looking from her left then her right seeing Jess standing their behind a rack of beautiful cloths that hid her body from Cameron’s seeing eye. Jess looked through the cloths moving his index finger between each coat hanger. Cameron closes the door behind her, making Jess tilt his head up quickly into the direction of the door shutting as he held his breath in a bit seeing Cameron standing there as he gradually let the air flow out from his mouth. “Hi”. Jess says in a deep tone as Cameron slowly walks over to him. Jess places his hands on either side of the two standing racks of cloths as Cameron approaches him. Cameron stood before him slowly removing the silk gowned bow before him, Jess watched on knowing what was going to happen soon, Cameron removes more of the clothing showing His breasts as he leans inwards breathing out over her shoulder as Cameron removes her hands from him lifting up an angle of her shirt showing her skin as they both lightly pressed their bodies together feeling each others touch against their own.
They both looked back at each other looking into one anothers eyes seeing their own reflection in them, Jess lowered his hands away from the rack, he slowly placed them on the side of Cameron’s waist as they gradually came closer and closer within one another. Jess placed his shaking hands upon her naked back as her hand’s his underneath her creamy sweater as Cameron did the same thing. Cameron moved her left hand up towards Jess’s neck as they looked at each other with slightly mouths open letting the air share between them in this moment. They both in unison gradually moved their heads closer towards each other with their noses almost touching wondering who was going to make the first move between them.
As their lips were almost touching Cameron made the first moved and gradually placed her lips in-between Jesses nose and his upper lip as his lips moved with his as they both closed their eyes in unison. They released their lips for amount as either ones of their mouths were still open as Cameron hesitated for a moment but feeling the energy heighten in the room that bounced of Jess energy they both went in for the kiss again still staying very close together.
As their lips where locked together, breathing through their nostrils Cameron started to lower her hand along the seam of Jess’s gown, Jess removed his head leaning in closer for a deeper kiss as he rested his hand on Cameron’s shoulder making the kiss worthwhile. They broke off for a second, Jess removed his hands up to Cameron’s neck feeling with his index finger the corner of her left ear as she slithered his hand down to Cameron’s chest. Cameron moved her right hand up to Jess left side also touch with only her fingertips along his neck giving him a deeper kiss as he lunged a little bit forward, making them both moved in her direction leaning onto one of the racks as Cameron quickly moved her hands up to either side of Jess’s neck feeling his way around his body.
Cameron slides her finger down onto Jess showing breast, she holds them within her grasp applying not a lot of pressure, Jess removes his hand from his current possession and rests his hands upon the rack behind him. As the kiss deepens Cameron moves her hand up to Jess’s hair entwining her fingers with in the brown hair, Jess wraps his arms around her feeling their bodies collide together again feeling the sexual tension rise between them both.
They both take a breath of air, Jess tilts his head back opening his eyes for a moment as Cameron beneath him starts pecking him along his neck as she places both her hands on either breast as Jess holds Cameron’s neck with his left hand rubbing her skin with small movements of his wrist. Cameron travels lower to his chest giving Jess a moment to himself as he looks straight ahead taking a breather. Jess lets Cameron start to suck lightly with small kiss on his right breast nipple that pressed against Cameron’s mouth for a brief moment as she tilts her head to get a better angle of her kisses. Jess placed his right hand around Cameron’s neck cupping the skin on the back of her head, Cameron breathed in smelling the fresh clean sent of lime infused oil’s that stuck on his skin. Cameron then unhooked her mouth of his breasts as Jess guided his head up to his own mouth, resting his hand onto the side of her left ear as the longer of his fingers hid behind his ear as his thumb was before his ear pressing onto her skin.
Cameron strolls her hand down towards Jess’s inner thigh feeling something hard and round was there as their mouths meet again as a small moan of sexual enjoyment escaped Jess’s mouth as Cameron pulled away from Jess’s mouth in fear of just realising Jess is not what she seems.
“Oh my god?”. Was all she could say, Jess face turned quickly into a puzzled look. Jess held the edge of his gown covering his right breast as his left hand held the back of his own neck. “What!”. He spoke with fear in his tone. Cameron rose her hand a little towards her then back down again as Jess still had his eyes latched onto her still. “Maybe we should-“. Jess removed his hand gradually from his neck hearing the words he has heard a thousand time before. Well not that extent.
“Slow down!”. He breathed out the words with fear in them as they sounded quick within his speech. Cameron covers her mouth with her left hand feeling she has said too much as her eyes go wide achnolagment of her own words that have escaped from her won mouth. Cameron looked down at ground then back up again seeing Jess nodded slightly as he faced towards her.
Jess covered up his left nipple. His fear grew inside him. He lashed out his hand at her pointing in her direction with an unwarming look of un-happiness upon it. “Thats what girls usually say-“. Jess removes himself away from her. “- Before they never call me again!-“. Cameron removes her had away from her mouth resting her hand beside her waist listing to Jess of what he has to say. “- Maybe we should slow down, perhaps we atua take a break-“. Jess tuned around to Cameron with his hand on his hip sounding more and more not pleased with her. “Why don’t they just tell them the truth? And say I don’t have the balls for this sort of thing-“. Cameron turns her head into the direction of Jess not saying a word yet as he was true. “- And I just don’t have the balls for it”. Jess paused for a moment leaning his head forward slightly waiting for a response from her as he knew he wouldn’t get anything from her as he placed his left hand on the side of the desk before him.
After a few minutes of intense staring and no words Cameron raised her left hand up against her mouth breathing now from her nostrils. “Sweat heart. Maybe you should leave and go home”. Jess moved his head forward a bit then back to its position offering for her to leave as it was a good idea to do so. “- And think about this”. Cameron rubbed her mouth with her left hand as she nodded in agreement with him she removed her hand, opened her mouth and spoke. “Yeah”. She breathed out heading towards the exit as she took one quick look at Jess standing before her, she turned her head, walked over to the door, opened the door and walked out quick feeling unwanted.
Jess looked over with a sigh in his breath as he watched her leave.
10.00pm
Cameron felt riddled with a harsh disease inside her of what she has just done “Fuck, I am a complete idiot”. She blurted out breathing heavily making no eye contact with any of the men nor woman around her as she evacuated the building with a slight skip in her step, she strolled over to her car, placed her left hand to her head whipping a strand of blond hair away from her face, her free hand opened the door of her black Pontiac red wheeled car, she slided in fast inhaling with her mouth open wide while closing the door immediately behind her placing both her hands either side onto the wheel with a small grinned looking outwards as they held tightly upon to the leathery wheel and exhaled closing her mouth as she closed her eyes with frustration showing upon her elegant elf like posture as she mouthed the words “Fuck!, fuck!, fuck!” as she harshly tapped her left index finger upon the leather wheel showing her sinister frown lines that wrinkled her for head around her blood shot eyes.
10.30pm
At that very moment Cameron strolled into the house with a small limp in her step as her thoughts wondered around feeling her exposed head trying not to make her heart hurt as much. Hearing that desolation of words she thought she would never hear herself say. Cameron pondered thought the entrance of the house with her hands either side of her touching the outer layer of the concrete walls as her breaths lightly through her nostrils. Her hands reached a door frame, she stopped in her tracks tilting her head to the left seeing that Snape was sound a sleep with his special someone sleeping ontop of them. Cameron knelt to the ground crossing her legs within her as she looked upon the sleeping beauties before her as her head rested on her two knuckles supporting the weight of it as both her elbows rested on her thighs. She looks upon as he thought. (They look like the happiest boyfriends together I wish I had something like that).
6/12/2014
10.00pm
Snape and Cameron had invited Allison, Christian and Alan obviously over to his house for dinner. Snape sat at the kitchen table as he started ahead waiting for his guests a arrive intently tapping his index finger on the table lightly as Paramour ‘An’t it fun’ played silently in the background that echoed through the labyrinth of the building bouncing of the noise all the way to the highest floor gradually fading its sound as it was just a mumble.
There was a soft knock at the door that stopped Snape’s focus upon his hand placing it on the table sliding up onto his feet, he walked over to the front door reaching out and he opened the door pulling it towards him. Snape immediately smiled seeing a familiar face before him. “Hey Alan!”. Snape smiled going in for a hug. They detached themselves from each other as Snape began to speak. “How have you been?”. He questioned letting Alan walk into the house. Snape closed the door from behind him. Alan pondered on the question for a while before answering. Alan removed his dark blue scarf away from around his neck. “I have been good. Am I the first one here?”. Snape looked over at him as he kindly took the scarf from him. “Yes you are the first one here that means more of me and you time”. He smiled walking over to Alan. He stood in front of him placing his elbows upon Alan’s shoulder with a bit of pressure in his arms entwining his fingers with Alan’s combed hair brightening up Alan’s face more into the light. Snape touched Alan’s right ear feeling glad he was around showing a small glimpse of happiness. Alan approached closer into Snape’s presence wrapping his hand around Snape’s waist pulling his towards him. With their noses almost touching, Alan sneered a cheeky grin of excitement battering his flattened eyebrows raised a little. “You cheeky devil!”. “Why am I the devil?”. Snape questioned with a deep concerning voice with a tone of cheekiness in it. “You know how to make me love you even more, of your touch”.
10.30pm
Meanwhile Jess and his friend Freya where sitting outside on their porch looking out at the night sky feeling the air fly past them with a scent of a cool breeze that touch their faces. Just on the side of Jess his phone began to vibrate. Jess looked down at the number that he had never seen before and he placed it against his ear. “Hello, is this Jess I’m speaking too?”. Immediately before Jess could say anything a Spanish voice in English words echoed through the phone. “Ah yes this is, who is this?”. He questioned. “This is Rafael Nadal, your Nana’s friend”. He paused for a moment. “Hi”. Jess said shyly before he thought of something to say. “So um, what do you want?”. “Just wondering if you are ok? You’re parents are-“. “Look, I don’t need to hear this, I am completely fine-“. Jess stands up walking over to the side of the stairs placing his hand on the wooden rail before him clamping his fingertips onto the ledge. “- I am at a friends house I am capable of taking care of my own”. “I see”. He said softly into the phone. Jess lowered his tone of voice. “Look, I’m sorry I lashed out at you like that, I have had a bad week”. “No problem just know if your ever in need, I am here to talk to you, the majority of people out of you that you hang out with have a fifty present chance that they know what you’re going through. All I am saying is I am on your side, bro”. Those words touched Jess heart like ice-cream as he melted in happiness. “Thank you for those kind words, we will keep in touch”.
Jess removed the phone away from his ear, slipped it back into his pocket seeing Freya looked at him with worry, Jess walked over to her, placed a hand on her shoulder with a small glimpse of a smile.
At around the same time everyone excluding Winston was sitting at the dinner table as he laid before Alan’s feet. Allison and Christian sat either side of the ends of the table, on the left of Christian thats where Alan and Snape sat. Lastly Cameron sat on Allison’s left side with a bare seat next to her. In mid talk as the meal was half way finished. Snape looked over at Cameron with a smile. “Hey how come you didn’t invite anyone to come over, I did ask you that you could”. Cameron looked up from her plate with the dreed of the emotion again that accumulated within her bodily functions as she clenched her fist trying to refuse her tears that were starting to show around her eye’s. “Um, no I didn’t have anyone”. “Really? You have no one besides me!”. Cameron shrugged with a sigh. “Well I did have someone in mind but, that person, we had a small thing. So yeah”. Cameron stopped as she was coming to terms with the fact of the situation. “Well, there is always next time. We could talk later? If you’d like?”. Cameron shook her head lightly. “No, I don’t need to talk to anyone, I will be fine”.
After dinner Alan put on some music as everyone partied into the night.
3.00am
Alan was the only one who was still awake.
Alan walked into the kitchen a tad tipsy as his hands guided him over to the kitchen sink. As he walked her felt a hard object that felt like a beer bottle can that slipped under his foot, he flipped backwards with his hands springed out like a flapping bird trying to grab onto anything that was around him but that didn’t help.
He banged his back first onto the concrete flooring as crackling bones erupted within him, his head banged second with a inhale of air as he closed his eyes tightly as his hands tried to now grab the side of his head but he was too slow for that. As his head hit the floor with a loud thud that disturbed Winston who was sleeping on top of Snape. Winston lifted his head looking into the direction of the sound but payed no attention as he rested his head back down on Snape’s chest.
Meanwhile Alan slipped off into the bleakness of his brain as his eyes started to fade in and out seeing the light above him tune into black as pain started to accumulate within his docile body that laid on the floor hanging on each waiting breath he took as sweat started to pour in little spurts of sockets from his pour’s all over his body as he blackness covered him in total fear.
*Unwanted Mind Event*
An oldish man was strolling with a walking stick in hand balancing out his weight as he strides in a white lab coat, his eyes were covered with black rimmed glasses with a see-through inner part. His name was Alexandra Stan Basshunter, he was tall for his age 6 foot 5, pale, has a strange sense of humour and has a brown small beared that covered his mouth almost as pink bit’s started to show through the thin strand’s from his dark beard. He entered into the fourth floor into the first compartment that was dark and dingy holding a note book in his left hand as his fingers held the weight of the old tatted book.
He stood leaning aside of the wall peering through the see-through glass that lead his eyes towards the door inside the room waiting patiently for his first innocent victim to enter the room. It was Alan’s turn now, he appeared as fog cleared the pathway before him shining a ball of light that lit up his way as he began to stride running franticly into the bleak room already breathing heavily as he stood in the centre of the room, with wide shocked pulsating eyes, he closed his eyes immediately as the light in the room shined over them giving him a punch in the gut as he opened his raspy mouth feeling like he should start screaming as he couldn’t control his tense motion that started to appear without his consent with that matter.
His body started to shake vigorously as he stood their tense and feeling suffocated as he realised he couldn’t move his hands. The bearded man could feel the emotion that Alan was portraying as Alan screamed at the floor with full concentration and focus with in his teary smudged eyes. Alan started to move again striding from left and right trying to wrap his brain around to what was happening to him. Alan lunged around the room confined in his small but tight strait jacket that was glued to him with no space or gaps to have a breath of air as the hard white leather suite started to tear away as his bare and hairy skin.
At 12pm two minutes in he was still screaming, his face was red as a steam train blowing its fumes out into the oxygen air as he was never losing his raspy breath that began to hurt each time he screamed as his hands where clamped with a black thick bundle of rope that infused his emotions as they freaked the fuck out as his anxiety began to raise his awareness. With his convulsing jolting movements he struggled but with the right amount of focus her had in his eyes, he knelt down quickly banging his left and right knee onto the hard concrete floor with a splatter of shaking bones that crashed his immune system into shock as red parts on his skin began to pulsate infused streaming blood to his fearless head with an inch of heart he voiced a scream that pinched his tingling skin of need to get out of here as he prolonging his vocal cords within the lungs of his throat as much as he could feeling like a rawring lion calming him only beloved pride in the savannah. Alan stood up nearly falling over with his eyes squinting around the room as dribble slipped down one side of his check as it exploded his with bad deformed pain that rushed through his disembowel body as he squirmed and wriggled to try and evacuate the pain from his forearms and limbs in unison.
At 2.33pm Alan knelt down again with a tense structure within him. As he was on the ground as his brain started to hurt, his temples began to show more as he arched his mouth as it opened wider screaming the evil out of him as Alexandra Stan Basshunter stood there looking at him with a smirk on his hairy face that covered his mouth and around his cheek bones.
At 4.47pm into it Alan was standing up with leakage of sweat caressing every part of his naked body within the strait jacket that wrapped around every arm and limb of him. Alan struggled but he managed to free one hand convoking his voice calmly air heated out from his rawring mouth.
At about 5.55pm he got his second hand was undone as now he is trying to get the middle part of him free and exposed with the dim light that surrounded his lonely body.
At 6.18 he had fully latched the strait jacket unhinging it from him as he also discarded the black rope away from his body. Alan’s face was streaming with pain as his voice started to fade with screams echoing in him mind and voice. Alan placed his hands on the ground before him as they spread out either side of him showing the shoulder blade more prominent that normal as he began to scream louder in shock. That took him from 6.18am to 7.14am with dribble starting to slip and slide out of his mouth dangling onto the concrete floor as the infused spit splattered around him like puddles of toxicated acid rain with a fowl moan the bounced within his vocal cords.
At 8.06am it was continuous, his voice was gradually slowing down like a chainsaw running out of fuel, his bodily sweat still increasing more as his arms were feeling tense with a slight hint of shakiness that was caused by his anxiety fearing if he would ever get out of this.
At 10.42pm there was more dribble on the ground than before that this time splatted out like a water fall with no meaning to suddenly stop, strains of his own hair started to latch upon the dewy saliva substance, his voice was also changing quite a bit now as it shattered into small yelps as he inhaled and exhaled harder as his throat was in the brink of extinction in his terms of death. Alan had now feel to the ground, his head was tilted to one side and he moaned with hints of a yelp as his face touched his saliva feeling the connection by latching onto his sweaty red infused softness of his cheek. Alan took a breath in, gulping his own saliva back down into the depth of his own throat as he opened his droopy wet eyes feeling no need whatsoever to scream anymore, it was so pleasant to hear silence as he opened his mouth a jar to breath normally again with no sudden movement, deep inhales of breath as he laid their feeling his body twitch without the tense of his body rising again.
*Unwanted Mind Event Finished*
5.00am
Winston felt a warm atmosphere, he began to slowly awake his immune system opening his eye lids as dust particles around him started to appear, he opened his mouth as it had been closed all night it made a suction cup noise as he jarred it open with saliva crawling down the sides of his jaw escaping air from his mouth into the shape of a yawn showing off his k9s Winston tilted his head to the left in the direction of Snape, Snape was sound asleep, Winston then diverted his eye attention to the right seeing his master was not in bed next to Snape. He hopped of the bed, landing on his front two paws first as his back two legs followed suite, he excited the room with a wag of his tail, he entered the large space seeing complete blackness as he tilts his head upward's with a sniff of his nose trying to smell out his owner as his tongue hanged out from his mouth forming a light breath of warm air latching on to the cold air that surrounded him.
After a few minutes of sniffing he started to smell a particular smell of whiskey drowned in liquid oils with a tang of lime and lemon infused oil's together making his stomach rumble in hunger as the mixtures of ingredient's made him feel starving. Winston starts wondering further into the direction of the kitchen seeing a dim light that shafted upon him with a warm contrast that made his fur coat come alive as stands of hair raised slightly towards the light feeling the warms beneath his fur coat as it shone before him leading him into the light with a selective path. As he reached the brim of the door peering inwards as the light above him cupped over his head and a bit of his paws.
The smell of his master devoured intensifying nose making it more prominent to him as he knew he was near his master. Winston looked up at the counter top of the kitchen looking at all the discarded, empty, not empty bottles of a mixture of wine and beer huddled together like penguins do when it's migration time. As he looks in the direction of the sink beneath them he sees two long legs with their feet up right, Winston tilts his head to the left wondering if thats his master lying unconscious to the world.
Winston increases towards the body on the floor, as he reaches full view of the man his body fills up with joy and excitement. Winston starts wagging his flappy tail as he leaps and bounds towards Alan. Winston reaches Alan feeling happy that he has found him but that soon dawns on him he is not getting the happy joy of being greeted as he stop's being all happy as he star's at his master. Winston nuzzled his wet nose into the small crevice sniffing in all the alcohol aroma along the cotton rim of Alan's jacket to get Alan's attention. But that didn't work. Winston then moved closer towards Alan's face sniffing around his neck smelling the alcohol infused cologne that lingered upon his masters breath as strands of his fare eyebrow lashes dangle on the side landing on to of Alan's nose Making Alan's nose lightly twitch.
Winston receives no attention from him, Winston puts his paws forward in a bowing motion as he concocted up a small yelp that leaked out from his wining mouth with a small whimper at the end of it not reserving anything still as he felt a tad frustrated as he frowned upon him feeling no control over his master. He then placed his two font paws on Alan with a respectful amount of pressure as he knew how to control as much force of his weight he could put pressure on him as his paw's imbedded themselves within his chest. He moved his paws around Alan's chest but still nothing came from the wondering mind that laid before him. Winston removed himself from the living body sensing something was not right with him.
He scurried back into Snape's room with a mission that he was determined to unfold, he ran moving his limbs as fast as he could to Snape's side of the bed all excited in this moment as he began to lick Snape's hand vigorously with his pre-cumulated wet but raw prickled tongue on Snape's soft salty skin licking In-between each finger as it dangled off the bed with a slight swinging movement of his wrist. As that was going on, Snape narrowed his brows feeling a wet and ruff substance coming from his right hand that dangled out from the bed. Snape turned his head in the direction of Winston opening his eye's seeing Winston was licking him. "Stop that". He softly mumbled as that voice caught Winston's attention that made him bounce on the bed with his two front paws resting on Snape's covered body as he extruded a small yelp in a stern sound wanting him to follow him right now. "What is the matter?". Snape whispered thinking Alan was next to him even though he thought he could feel a small reminisce of Alan's persona mistaking it for his own.
As Snape looked into the eyes of Winston he slightly moved them to the right of him then back at Snape making Snape think he was looking at something on Snape's left.
Snape turned his head to his left seeing absence of a human body next to him as the covers where still nearly placed on Alan's side of the bed. Snape moved his hand with grace as he placed his fingertips on top of the lightly stuffed pillow containing white feathers that were kept in a tight seel of stitches as he scrubs his fingers along the softness of the fabric from the pillow making him feel a sense of absence and life has seeped its way out of the room. Winston placed his paws back onto the bed as he nibbled lightly as Snape's wrist feeling a sense of void in his body movement's that he didn't want to get out of bed yet. Snape felt a little biting sensation that occurred on his right wrist, his eyes turn to attention towards Winston as the nibbling stopped immediately as he looked within the expandable gaze of a friends loyal companion.
Snape obeyed Winston's instructions, he slipped out from the bed wearing only black boxers with grace as he placed his feet firmly on the ground as the boxers clinged to his thigh, he padded his bare feet across the room with his hands beside him and excited the door following Winston close behind. As they reached the kitchen door both of them feel a painstakingly building up of occurred lingering emotions between them both. Winston was sitting beside the door, Snape looked over at him seeing his current position, Winston moved his head towards Alan as he was looking into the room more than Snape then he turned back at Snape signalling for him to go in with a whimper of his lings that animated through the cold crisp morning air through the shimmer's of light that exposed both their mortal bodies.
Snape instinctively licked his lips biting hard on his upper lip with an indent of his bottom of his teeth as he slightly began to fear of what Alan was like on the other side of the wall as he breathed calmly through his nostrils he strides up to the door frame with a clamped hand avoiding Winston's presence beside him. Snape reaches the brim of the door frame feeling the cold wood beneath his feet, his eyes wonder around the room and suddenly stop like death has started him in the face as his body stood their showing un-seemingly display or unruliness as it played out on his mind before him. He bounded towards Alan kneeling before him wondering what could have happened to him. Snape looks down at him feeling a godly state of a pre-confessed presence around him. Snape also felt a shimmer of avoidance as he pondered on the erupting idea if he should touch Alan but he was too in the moment as he depicted the unworthy movement to his wrist that only let him as far as he could go. He placed his hand between the bottom of Alan's nose that was in line with his lips.
Snape closed his eyes for a brief moment trying to get an inkling of perspective on this situation. As Snape's eyes were shut with pure grace he began to feel slight bits of air that escaped Alan's body through his nostrils.
Snape sighed in relief mo being his hand away from Alan's nose feeling happy within him as he said. "Thank god, you’re alive". Snape blotted out now willing to touch Alan with a controlled and focused mind.
Snape began to fiddle around with Alan's white jacket trying to see if there were any cuts or anything on him but there was nothing he could knowingly see. (How did Alan fall?, he can't have fallen over his own feet. Wait). Snape looked over at Alan's feet seeing he has a left and a right one. (Haha good no two left feet).
On the corner of his left eye he sees Winston has approached him with something bottle shaped in his jaw as if it was a clue of why Alan has fallen over. "Thats what he feel over". Snape smiled on achnolagment of Winston's foundings of the odd object that had rolled next to him. "Well done Winston, you are a good detective". Snape smiled at him as he placed a hand on his head, running his fingers though his hair giving him an emotion of thanks with a hint of loyalty beneath his kindness of his heart.
5.30am
Snape moved his hands upon Alan to try and get him to respond. "Alan". He called out to see if he would respond to his name. But, there was an absence in his response only a slight inhale and exhale of Alan's breath as he pared his mouth only opened up as a jarred seel then clamped back down with a little flicker of his closed eye. Snape held his boyfriend hand within his grasp, tapping lightly on Alan's wrist with his index finger as his free hand rested against Alan's ear slightly caressing his ear with light faint touches knowing when he does that Alan's can't resist his intimate touch of his hand. Yet again there was no remorse of life. In a moment of silence all at once in an orderly fashion with not much noise just small morning yawns and exhales of breath. Cameron, Allison and Christian entered the room like awoken dead zombies coming back to being humans with droopy stigmas of life. Cameron stopped in mid tracks making Allison and Christian stop seeing Alan was on the ground with Snape before him.
Allison depicted that something was not right she voiced out with both hands placed out before her with a reminisce of bottled up anger. “What have you done to him?". Allison immediately blurts out from her mouth not giving it a second thought as her abnormally large eyes expunged out from their sockets bounding at Snape with an expand of her sight. Snape pondered his blisk hatred face knowing how had just spoken with the tone of her voice that ringed inside his head. Allison with a harsh squint in his eye with disbelief that she thinks he hurt Alan. " I didn't do anything!". "Yeah! Right". She quickly replied entering the room more as Cameron slipped by her feeling her hash exposed breath linger around her body feeling in an uncontrolled state. Cameron knelt beside Alan kneeling at his head as she lightly placed a hand on his head, rubbing ever so gently with her frail fingertips rummaging through his hair as she sat their calmly looking at his peaceful aroma as his bones rested in place with no sense of tension.
Cameron took her own moment as she glanced up in her position as the sun from the counter top bounced off the side and shafted across the blond strangely hair that feel across Cameron's vision with her head tilted toward's the ground, she in grace moved her head to Snape as her eyes followed suit. "How long has he been like this?". " I don't know, I have no clue". Allison strongly barged towards Snape as her hands where on her hips grabbing the sides of them as she imbedded her fingertips into the bone parts of the top of her thighs that where more prominent . " I bet you do, you probably hit him with that bottle-". She rawed out with truth on her words.
Snape stared long and hard at Allison with a look of death splurged into the ingredient of shock by her cocky use of words. "ALLISON!!!". Snape lunged towards her counselling all of her personal space devouring every bit of happiness she had, he consumed every inch of her body not even touching her, he stared right into her eyes as their mouths where so close to touch, her frown began to disintegrate as it gradually turned numb and floppy feeling with a drop of her daggered eyes like a heat wave she felt a briskly cold draft that storm like a hurricane across her washed out face in a flash of lightning bolts.
Snape pointed his finger directly at her with a sinister look upon him. " I would never, never to such a thing". He daggered his eyes upon her as he was getting his point across, Allison felt alone in this moment where Christian didn't dare step in to help as he knows that Snape can get like this even though he really wanted to step in he with drawled his thoughts and just let it played out before him. Allison couldn't hold her stance anymore, she became weak in the knees as they began to shatter within their bones, she tilted her head down in gratitude closing her eyes as remnants to accumulated tear's began to fall and backed away from Snape's controlling stance giving him space before she looks up at him again.
Snape placed his pointed finger down, leaned back with a graceful domineer feeling satisfied as what he had just done. He took one swift step away and left the room feeling pleased. On the other hand Cameron was feeling a mixture of feelings as she had never ever in her life seen Snape get that tense about just a little subject of teasing. "I have never seen him do that before". Christian quickly turned his attention to Cameron. " I have seen worse-". He paused for a moment as Allison looked in his direction. “Of Snape". Cameron continued. Christian turned back to Cameron with a nod as he breathed deeply through his nostrils figuring out of what they should do with Alan.
9.00am
Snape stood in the dim light, the light above him started to flicker on and off fast making it hard for him to see things in his vision barely making anything turn out right, he had his hands either side of him, clinging onto the side of the wooden surface feeling the ruff texture between his palm and his extended long fingertips that hanged over the edge as he glances around the various part’s around the room looking at every detail he and Cameron had put into his room its self-making it their own.
Snape feels someone has taken his breath away.
The kitchen door opens slowly as a shy Allison walked into the room knowing Snape was on the other side of the door. She made a little grunt to not startle him, but he startled her, he leaped over in her direction placing an inkling of pressure over her, consuming her body with no hint of touching, she held her breath in as she slammed her frail body against the door connecting their eyes together in a blink of an eye not taring either ones gaze away.
From Allison’s trembling lips she whispered something that Snape couldn’t quiet hear. “What?”. Snape mentioned in a deep tone that sounded calm in a whispere. She cleared her throat before speaking as he took her breath away invading her space giving her pain. “I , I have come to apologise”. Snape new her motive as he tends to leave people behind when they come back and apologise but this time his caved in. “I accept your apology-“. “But, I haven’t said it yet!”. She breathed heavily fearing what Snape would do next to her.
Snape moved his body into her personal space more invading her body as he pressed his thighs against hers, Allison was god-smacked at his act that he portrayed fearing if she moved Snape would hit her in the face as she watched his devilish smirk, Snape lingered his hand around Allison’s waist snagging on her dress with the slightest touch of his index finger sending shivers down her spin with a bit of her own lip.
“I want you to break up with Alan, there I said it, I want you to do it and please you can see your hearting him”. Snape shook his head hearing her objective word’s before him. “He pressed more of his body against her, making her feel venerable. “Please stop, I can report you”. “Oh, you’re the goody to shoes of the friends, I thought you were”. He snarled with a cheeky grin as he wrapped more of his hand around Allison’s waist and pressed his head onto hers so they were mouth to mouth, nose to nose and breath to breath. Allison’s heart shattered with defeat as she knowingly knows those words that she really hates people using them on her in that respect she withheld her anger in tightly knowing she would not win with Snape.
“I am going to keep being with him, for the rest of my life. Don’t get too close, its dark inside. Its where my demons hide”. He narrowed his from leaning close as they lips knowingly touched, without moving, Snape knew what he was doing, Allison felt really scared as their where lips touching together but not moving with a slight quiver in her breath, her face turned red seeing Snape’s closed eyes in front of her.
In that brief moment it was gone like that, Snape slithered out from her personal space leaving it at that from now leaving her in utter shock as she quiver with tense bones that shock unknowingly in her bodies habitat feeling ridiculed with hate as a tear formed in her left eye, she arched her mouth open fuming, she knelt down trying to breath as she shook her body in fear that is she going crazy or did just Snape press his lips against hers or did she press her lips against his.
9.30am
(I will shed all of this skin down to the brim bones beneath it, if thats what it takes for Allison to come to the realization that I love Alan more than anything in the world). Snape lingered swiftly down the hall seeing that Alan was now placed on the bed in his room as Cameron had fallen asleep next to him, holding his hand as Snape walked more into the room seeing that Christian was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room with one leg raised as his foot rested on his other knee.
Snape cleared his throat peacefully as he faced Christian with his warm aroma, his hands where neatly placed before him. “I will take over”. Christian looked up from his gaze that was across the room. “Oh, yeah sure”. He whispered standing up, giving Snape the seat.
As Christian was heading for the door, he turned around and asked. “Have you seen Allison anywhere?”. Snape stood up from his seat just as he sat down, he walked over to Christian as he stepped backwards as Snape immerged up closer towards him stopping as Christian was magically standing out from the room. “No, I haven’t seen her since she thought I was the one who hurt Alan. I obviously didn’t”. He said reinstating his words out to him. Christian nodded, he turned to the left wondering down the hall as Snape shut the door behind him not letting mortal who had just excited the room congeal the secrets, dirt, dust and ideas making him not see his true self that no one sees with in the thickness of his cunning mind that is triggered by current events.
11.00am
After the ordeal with Snape Allison feels more threatened but his as she sat contently in the kitchen with words fling around her head like. (Why did he press his lips against mine? It wasn’t a kiss really either of us moved out lips….Oh I don’t know what to do-). Allison raised her hands underneath her chin resting her hand with a wondering sigh of confusion and misleading thoughts that were discarded externally into the bin that was hidden secretly behind the back of her head that swarms into the black hole of death never unleashing those thoughts or words out from her tightly sealed brain again. She hopes she would have too.
Christian walked into the room seeing his girlfriend sitting faced away from him, he walked over to her, reached out, placed his hands dangling his fingers across her back giver she a cold shiver down her spine as she comes to realisation of the thought that someone is touching her. Could it be Snape?.
Allison turned around slowly fearing it could have been Snape but thank god it was not him, a smile quickly leaped onto her face. “Hay, Alli. I have been looking for you. Are you good, you seen a little-“. “A little what?”. Christian sat down beside her. “A little distant, is everything all right, in that brain of yours”. he cheerfully spoke putting a bigger smile on her face that changed into a dim smile as she began to twiddle with her thumbs as she bites her lip giving him the look of she has done something wrong. “Alli, what have you done?”. “How can you tell?”. “By the look you gave, come on fess up it can’t be that bad!-“. He leaned in closer wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “-Can it”. He continued then stopped for a moment to have breather to giver Allison time to talk.
“Well in convocation with Snape I accidently said that he shouldn’t be with Alan-“. Christian fumed as he stood up not believing the words coming right out from her mouth. “Allison you have got to be careful around him”. He stopped giving not much away. “You have no clue of what he is capable of, do you?”. “No, I don’t but I have an inkling of a slight hint of what he could do”. “Has he done anything to you?”. Now was her chance to say about the odd lips touching but she imminently cleared her mind and said. “No, no he has done nothing. To me”. “Good”. Christian said with a smile sitting back down on the chair with a happy sigh.
7/12/2014
3.00am
Alan takes a huge deep breath in feeling his body come back with a tang in his throat as if he had been screaming for ages, with small flapping of his eyelids that had been dormant for a while, he took a moment to get his brain working again feeling puddles of sweat that had accumulated around his bare skin making him have a slim shine all wrapped around his body with a glisten of pre-accumulated sweaty, sticky substance that made him feel gross and exposed with a slight bad aroma around him as he hadn’t had a shower for a while.
Alan sat up quickly; he looked at his wrist as he wore a slim black watch around it. “Mm, its 3am, wonder what day it is?”. Alan quivered out from the bed holding the sheet over his nude body with the comfort of his underpants protecting him his lower half.
He strolls into the darkness of the building entering into the kitchen.
Alan shifts his grip on the glassed bowl, balancing it between the ball of his thumb and his pinky. Even though these nobody around who would want to splash its liquid substance in his face as a joke, the precaution eases his tension in his shoulders as be decreases them into a calm stance. His other hand continues to grip his fingertips gripping onto the metal as a spoon and shovel showing the sweet shaved sorbet lime ice-cream into the condense of his mouth as his eyes looked around the room hearing nothing but his only bodily functions coming from him.
Alan swallows the last bite of sweet ice-cream and steps off the seat but as he did he tilts his head slightly seeing feet that where covered in grey socks where hanging out from the sofa. (Is that Snape? Why would he be sleeping their? What happened between us?, more importantly what did I do). Alan placed the glassed bowl on the counter, padded over towards the red sofa in the lounge stopping at the brim of the furniture resting his left hand on the corner of the couch, seeing Snape was all rugged up in a blanket curled up in a little ball with his legs stretched out with a grey cover over his hidden body breathing lightly in a deep sleep. Alan walks over to Snape’s side kneeling down at him wondering if he should wake him up from his sleep. (Should I wake him? I am sure he won’t mind). Alan placed his hand lightly on Snape’s wrist making him awaken slowly as he felt something soft touch his arm, he opens his closed resting eyes seeing Alan their looking at him. “Is this a dream?”. He says coming in-tune from his sleepiness. “This an’t a dream!”. Alan smiles as Snape smiles back.
“Come here”. Snape whispered wrapping his arms around him feeling safe that he is awake.
As they broke free Alan starts to speak. “So what happened to me?”. Snape thought about it for a moment before he spoke. “Well we guessed that you tripped over the bottle that was on the floor and then you went into a light coma”. Alan begins to nod his head as flashes of memories flashed before him. “I remember, I remember everything”. “So what happened? When you were in your coma?”. Alan explained in great detail of the even leading him up to Snape in this moment. Snape was amazing that happened in Alan’s brain.
Snape went quiet for moment thinking if he should confess his dealings with Allison. He did. “Hey, I need to confess something”. Alan looked at him if it was a joke but there was a slight worried tone in his voice. “Really?”. Alan voiced jokingly. “Its true, when you were in your coma. Or whatever it was Allison thought it was me that hurt you. You know I would never to such a thing to you? Right?”. Alan was quiet for a moment as he didn’t respond fast to his question. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me”. Alan said with a small smile on his face. “Good also Allison said we should break up-“. Alan stands up with his hands on his hips as the sheet feel of his body exposing his body toward’s Snape. “And what did you say?”. “I told her, I will be with you until I die”. “Really”. Snape couldn’t believe Alan would second guess him like that.
Snape lunged over towards Alan making him walk back into the wall making him place his hands straight onto the wall behind him connecting their eyes together in a headed moment between them both.
“Why, of all people would you second guess me like that, I would never lie to you”. Alan nodded feeling a bit childish. “Maybe I should say the same to you, why would you say really? That you obviously don’t carry the same heart as me-“. Snape spoke those words that hit Alan’s heart like a dagger that had just spliced his heart open not believing his word’s. “-Maybe we should have a break, until we sort out things with Allison and we will see where it will take us, right”. Alan nodded agreeing with Snape. “I think you should leave now”. Snape said thinking he need space. Alan was almost feeling hearted appear in his word’s at he tried to come to his sense. Alan gulped clearing his throat. “I think that is best”. He sternly voice letting out accumulated breathe feeling the tension between them both as Snape was doing it as a favour until things straighten out to keep their love long and lasting.
Alan had quickly packed his things without telling anyone he had left.
6.00am
Cameron walked into the lounge seeing Snape was lying on the bed, all dressed playing with a red card in his hand as he flips it gently between his fingertips. “Morning Snape”. Snape looked over in her direction with a quick smile as he glanced at her for a moment then her turned back to his left wrist watching himself move the card in his hand. “Where is Alan? I haven’t seen him around”. Cameron said sitting on the couch near him. Snape looked over at her with a bleak but hidden emotion with disbelief that he has to say these words to her. “He left”. He sighed not getting another word out from Cameron feeling a bad sensation between his words.
10/12/2014
9.00pm
Before Jess Performance tonight, He stands facing the full sized mirror as he was draped with a light coat around his body seeing his inner self. He removes the cloth from his body showing all himself to him, his eyes narrow in disgrace seeing his package hiding behind his briefs, he does a slight wine breathing out air as both hands cover it immediately dreading the thought that someday he wants to get rid of it, but hes not brave enough to do it. Yet.
Later that night.
Cameron stands at the foot of Jess’s dressing room seeing that he was in the room resting on the couch as she could see the top of her head as Cameron rubs either side of her fingertips together with a lick of her lips wondering if she should just say hi.
Cameron closers her eyes moving her hand towards the door, knocks the door lightly hearing Jess move of the couch, strolls over to the door, Cameron opens her eyes seeing a knowingly familiar face. Jess face turned stund seeing Cameron was at his dressing room tonight. “Oh. My god”. Jess shook his head. “Well do you want to come in?”. With no response Jess stepped aside letting Cameron into the dressing room.
Jess started gathering some cloths that were placed around the room, Cameron stood just a few steps away from the front entrance wondering what to say next. “ I got good news, there is a rave happening in a couple of weeks playing the best songs in the word”. Jess smiled placing a couple of cloths in his hand knowing that she wasn’t her just to tell him that he could tell their where other things on her mind. “Please excuse the mess, we had a long night tonight, can I get you something to drink?”. He stutter’s slightly feeling a bit tense that Cameron was actually heard as it was darning on him. Jess walked over to the small fridge that was in the corner of his room, placed the cloths on the counter beside it, he turned to Cameron’s direction. “Soda? Beer, I can make some lemonade”. Jess rests his arm on the brim lining of the white coloured fridge trying not to sound startled as his heart was racing. “Sodas good”. Cameron said following his footstep’s as she faced him while he started to open the fridge, grabbed out an orange soda, popped open the lid with his left hand and gave to her. “Thank you”. Cameron said immediately as the soda reached her hands, she had one quick swab of the liquid licking her dry lips feeling the substance tingle down her throat like a river.
Jess whipped his hands together taking the chill of them as he walked passed her grabbing more cloths, Cameron took a step back letting him past as an idea came into Jess’s head. “What kind of rave is it?”. “Ah its harder-style music mashed with techno”. “Where is it held?”. Jess said turning back to Cameron. “in the plans of Scotland”. Jess speaks quickly changing the subject. “Oh what kind of host am I , I didn’t offer you a glass-“. Jess walked quickly over to the small cabinet that was above the fridge, opening it as he pulled out a glass with shaken hands as they gradually slipped from his sweaty palms hitting the floor with a clash of the glass. “I’m fine really…..Oh”. Cameron giggled a little feeling Jess had a hint of nerves in him.
“Oh, I’m a genuine butter fingers today!”. He exhaled seeing Cameron had knelt down placing the soda on the ledge beside her as she starts looking at the glass on the floor as Jess followed suit carefully. As they both looked at each other, Cameron looked into Jess’s shakenly eyes. “I make you nervous?”. “Yes. You make me nervous”. “Why?”. Cameron questions him. Jess shakes her head. “Because you’re so normal, and my life style is so far outside of which is considered normal. I’m, I’m of the charts-“. Jess begins to grab some glass up in his hands gently noting looking at what he was doing. “Ouch”. He exhaled feeling a sharpen pick against his finger making him immediately grab his hand with his free one, he stood up walking over to the sink quickly running it under cold water before Cameron could say anything.
Cameron stood up brushing her knee caps as dirt trickled off her knees, she walked over to Jess seeing there was a plaster on the edge of the ledge above him, Cameron reached over grabbing the plaster not meeting Jess eyes as he was occupied.
“Here”. She softly said un-wrapping the plaster as Jess turns in her direction with a wet finger as blood was seeping slowly out from his freshly cut wound.
Cameron cups her hand around his finger as her other hand placed the plaster around his finger, she leaned in, gave his finger a little peck before removing her hands away from his. Jess glanced over at Cameron with a small smile that landed on his face staying there for a while as he backed up a little stopping at he reached the edge of the red sofa knowing he could not move back any further as the back of his knees touched the red sofa he felt ok for now. “Thank you”. He said softly looking over at Cameron as he placed his hands either side of him holding the edges of the sofa feeling the leather between his fingertips.
There was a moment of silence; Jess moved his hand’s around as he crossed them over. His eyes landed on Cameron. “So I just want to be clear about things, we haven’t made an official first date? But are we. As I say it back on?”. Cameron lingers back on the note knowing Jess has the same feelings for her. “We weren’t on for starters but I could tell there is something magical about you, making me feel that I want to get to know you more, spend some time with you, so I could say. Yes. Where back on”. She smiled.
Cameron starts to speak again with a hint of laughter in her speech. “Back on, you’re speaking like a fourteen year old”. Jess started to chuckle. “Can I be my fourteen year old self please? I have no bad feelings of you know, I know its hard coming to terms with someone else sexuality”. Cameron showed a smile as he was listing as she agreed with him. “Were going to take it slow and easy”. Jess nodded as he spoke. “As long as we can take it somewhere-“. Be stopped in mid context seeing Cameron had lingered slowly before him, as the souls on her shoe’s touched his, they were both invading each others space but with joy.
As they lingered upon each others breath, Jess leans back slightly pressing his back more onto the sofa putting pressure on the back of his knee incising Cameron to move forward with him, she does as she wrap’s her elf like arm’s gracefully around his waist pulling him in closer.
Jess falls back onto the couch with Cameron clinging onto him like a koala as they make them both feel right about lying ontop of each other. Jess begins to stroke the back of her shoulder as he whispered in her ear. “You amaze me; I want this trip to last, I am interested in the interesting”.
16/12/2014
12.00pm
The evening sun was shining across the world glossing is trees with the residue of heat that killed anything in sight. Nun the less anything that breathed in its atmosphere. It was a sunny Tuesday evening Alan had just pulled up on the side of the gas station removing his leg off his bike as sweat started to trickle down the back of his neck reaching in every crevice of his spine. He puffed out in exhaustion feeling his body start to desecrate in sweat, as he was tying is bike up, Alan briefly looked around him seeing no one was in sight. (Wonder where Allison is?). He thought as he walked over to the closed sealed doors of the station, he knelt down, lifted up the red brick tile that was on the left of him, with his free hand he grabs the silver plaited key within his sweaty grasp and stood up and headed over to the door's key hole and lets himself in turning the station on by pressing the big green button that was on the side of the door as it slowly brings its self-back to life with small flashing lights.
A few minutes have passed Alan was stood at the counter tapping his fingers on the counter that was the only sound in the room except for the slight hum of the fridges that were placed in the left corner of the shop. As he waited intently scenes with focus before him waiting and waiting for Allison to arrive as his heart began to plunge deep pain in his stance starting to get annoyed with her fearing if she never turned up.
Alan looked down for a brief moment at his wrist seeing it was 12.05. (Wonder where Allison could be. This is killing me). He thought as he pondered more on the accumulated idea that he just wanted this day to be over with tell Allison why she had said those things to Snape because it really put a snag in his string of his thoughts that he could not take away from his mind. 12.10pm Allison had finally arrived at the gas station. She sat in the car for a moment thing the same thing Alan was thinking where she was going to apologies for her burst out on Snape thinking he hurt Alan also the fact that she wanted them to break up. But Allison knows all too well that Alan would not let it bottle up inside him he will tell it how it is.
Allison eased her way towards the door of the gas station feeling the heat grasp her live body, the doors gradually slid open her entrance into the shop, she walked in feeling a burst of air changing her temputure in heat that she had held within the small particles of skin exploding the moment they felt the cold breeze of the air that was sealed inside the shop. As she was in Allison sees Alan in the corner of her eye stacking some water bottles on her left in the left corner of the shop not knowing that she had arrived yet. Alan sees a reflection of Allison down the shop; he turns his head looking straight down at her. " Your late!". He calls out removing himself from the coldness of the fridge and starts strolling up towards her. As Alan reached Allison smiled gradually appeared. " I am glade your here because stacking those water bottles an't gonna happen on their own. Alan smirked.
1.00pm
Allison thought it was a best time to confess to Alan since nobody had entered the shop since 12.00pm. Witch was odd to them. Alan sighed resting his hands on the counter as Allison was leaning against her body on the other side of the counter. Alan tilted his head to the direction of her. “Wonder where everyone is today?". Allison turned her eyes to him with a smile. "Yeah, something good must be on". Allison paused for a moment trying to think of how could she put her thoughts into words.
“Alan-". She said looking at him as it got his attention. But he was quicker than her, he couldn't keep it in any long with the antagonizing pain that had erupted within his soul. " Why of all people blame Snape thinking he was the one that hurt me last night? Also the fact that you don't want me dating him anymore, what is with that? And what is wrong with you? You are supposed to be my friend here". He exhaled resting his hand's before h as they flopped on the counter. Allison leaned in feeling her emotions start to build up inside her. " I know, I just look out for you-". Alan sighed as he shrugged his shoulders. " I know you do that, but its my life. Alli". "Plus, I fear of you getting too close to someone something bad might happen if you get to close with Snape". "Yeah, I know. We are taking it slow, I know how and what my limits are, I won't get to close". "I hope you right about that". "Also I would like if you could apologize to Snape about what you said to him". Without no thought she said "Yes". Quickly with the fast movements of her lips.
"Also as where on the speak of confessions, well this isn't a confession but how about you thinking of me going to some therapy Lessons ". "We'll I think its great for starters , you haven't done it before, when is you first lession?". Knowing he would have signed up for one already. "How did you know?". "I figured you would have signed up for one already. Are you going to take anyone with you?". Alan pondered on the question before he answered. " I am not sure yet, I might take myself along for the first one. It could change".
17/12/2014
12.00pm
Alan was slouched on the couch, his legs where tucked up against his chest reading a very interesting book about writing. As he dove his brain in all aspects of writing all the ins and outs his phone started to vibrate on the sofa beside him making a jumping sound as it moved by the vibration of its own capability. He diverted his attention away from the book seeing that Snape had texted him. Alan sat up more in his seat, placed the book on the left of him, grabbed his phone with his left hand flipped open the phone with the tip of his thumb and pressed the keyboard to reserve the message on the screen.
To Alan from Snape: Hey. Are you doing anything on the 19th?
Alan began to type back to him with words ready to reply to him.
To Snape from Alan: Hi yes I'm going to my first lesson of therapy.
Alan looked away from the phone for a moment wondering what Snape would say back to him, he heard his phone go off again seeing Snape had messaged back. As he started to read the text it didn't sound right to him thinking Snape would have said something different but he agreed knowing not everyone would have the same thoughts.
To Alan from Snape: In my thoughts I don't think you need to go to therapy, but its your choice if you want to go I'll stand by you through it. Would you mind if I tagged along?. Since, I'm guessing this is your first lesson of therapy in your life.
Alan tapped his index finger on the edge of the phone agreeing with Snape of what he has said as he gave it more thought knowing he didn't want him to tag along but the kindness in his heart melted his heart a little still knowing he was cared for that made Alan cave in. He held the phone within his hands thinking of a reply.
To Snape from Alan: Yes, you can come along. You can come around at my house before 10am.
To Alan from Snape: Sound great. See you then xoxo.
Alan looked over at Snape's last message from him bringing a smile upon his face as his heart beats to his own drum feeling a little glad that he was coming with him to his first therapy lesson because it was a bit daunting for him.
19/12/2014
10.00am
Alan and Allison where sat in the lounge of Alan's apparent listening to some quiet music as Alan was waiting for Snape to arrive as Allison was going to look after Winston for a while as Alan goes to therapy. Alan tilted his head hearing a soft knock at the door with a smile; he leaped off the ground, padded through the house leading himself to the front door.
Alan moved his left hand opening the door seeing Snape was stood at the concrete steps with the causal appearance of his day to day cloths that all ways consisted of black. Alan he was wearing a brightly collard red sweater, cream trousers and black doc martins. Snape reached in for a hug as he wrapped his hand around Alan’s slim waist feeling the spin bones upon Alan’s back that raised a slight thought thinking Alan was wearing a bit thin.
As they broke off Allison came onto the scene. "You are taking Snape, with you". She blurted out not controlling her words as Alan turned to her voice. "Yes, I am taking him”. He smiled taking Snape’s hand and they both walked over to the car. As they reached the car, Alan turned to Allison. “See you soon, bye”. Alan waved as he got himself into the passengers seat as Alan didn’t know how to drive yet. As they left Allison felt abandoned and lonely as now Alan has a new admirer in his life and this time it an’t her, it is Snape.
10.30am
In Scotland a street called Rainbow Skittles near the boating docs there is a house built for one called Rainbows Therapist, despite the name of the establishment it doesn’t match with the owner of the profession that he has chosen to do. In his room, is like a master piece of comfort and directive works on his room that hang on each wall, around the room there are some spare chairs in the corner. Top notch furniture that anyone could buy, in the middle of the room was a well-furnished desk, black leather chair matching with the black lamp that sat its self on the left as small paper sat comfortable at the front brim of the desk as his laptop in front of the paper took the rest of the space. Behind the desk a few spaces away there was one seat on the left side and on the other was a two seats with a coffee table in the middle as a single tissue box was placed horizontal to the desk.
Within the room itself, the walls were dark red; the flooring was black matching the leather couches, window seal, light lamps all combine together. Above the back wall where a set of two stairs either side each other leading up to a spare area that was covered with books on each wall, in the middle of the room was a black leather couch next to a black small bedside cabinet and a red lamp was placed neatly in the corner of the bed side table close to the edge of it. The whole place looked spotless, there was no substance of dirt or grit anywhere it was as clean as an obsessive cleaning disorder that has had that symptom would have his therapy place.
The brisk morning wind blew the tops of Alan and Snape's hair like a well-made spider web glistening in the wind as they stood at the front of the black door just about to walk in. Snape removed his warm hand from the confines of his own pocket out into the cold, his fingertips held on the silver knob with a slight shiver of a cold spot that appeared in his arm as the reflection of him appeared from the knob, he twisted his wrist opening the door, he moved the door away from him as he lunged one foot in front entering the room first with Alan close behind him following his steps.
As they entered they were both in a small waiting room. The walls of the room were black with a white border on the top and the bottom connecting on either side. On the ground was a beautiful oak wood floor boards that had been varnished leaving no trace of dirt. On one side of the room there were two black leather seats with a red lamp in the middle placed right to the corner of the left seat and lastly there in the middle of the waiting room was a red short not too fluffy red carpet that had a full body of a grown stag that is made out of the same oak wood from the floor boards, the majestic beast stance was strong, its head was lifted up with its mouth open as if it was calling out to you as it showed of its horns in the middle of the room making it the center piece that linked everything together. "Wow, this is a great place". Alan said walking over to the leather seats to sit down for a while. "Yeah, it sure is". Snape nodded as he gazed upon on some of the artwork that was hung on the wall beside the leather seats. Seeing the creators immaculate attention to detail in the homographic male figures he had placed in the sketches that were well presented by not showing too much but you could tell it was male influenced.
Meanwhile just on the other side of the door a man was standing close to the door intently with his hands entwined with the bow-tie as he flattened it with his touch, with his free hand he brushed of any dirt he could see with the sharpness of his eyes with then reaching into his left pocket pulling out a plastic sealed bag containing two gloves, he unzipped the bag with a slight breath intake as it opened the sealed bag filling it with air, gradually with one hand movement he grabbed one corner of the glove slipping it on his hand with ease as it was manufactured to his size and then he slipped on the other glove reaching over to the door knob turning his hand slightly ready to great the guests as the other brushed light over to combed back short cut brown hair that had cleared away from his face.
Meanwhile Alan looked up from his seat seeing a well-tailored man that just had entered the waiting room that had come out from the black door in the corner of the room wearing brown trousers that where cupped at the ends of his ankle that was in line with the covered black socks that matched the black leather flats he wore with a heal at the end, above his chest he wore a white undershirt that you couldn't see much of, a dark colored brown vest that completely covered his chest, on top of that was a cream cotton colored jacket that hung over his figure nicely finalizing his shape as it was buttoned in the middle of his waist making around his neck into a v shape as the black bow-tie cupped over his adams apple as it sat snug and well presented in the middle of his neck with slight minuscule movements he took as he gulped.
Alan's eyes linked with the mans blue ones as his came into a smile as he stood up to great him roving his hand into his direction. The man removed his hands behind his back reaching out his left hand more as it collided with Alan's with a firm grip in motion as he started to politely introduce himself. " My name is Jurek Wybranic , I'll be your therapist for your sessions ". He gladly approved his name with a hint of a Dutch accent with the retching of his hand to Snape's feeling a cold atmosphere around him as he approached with an inkling of disapproval of his presence but he accepted his presence for now.
As the greeting was done Jurek looked over at Snape with his blue eyes connecting with the black ones. "I am afraid you can't come in with Alan into the next room, but you can sit here and wait for him". Snape thought for a moment as it didn't seem to bother him that much at least he was with Alan. "Sure, I don't mind". He said glancing over at Alan as he raised his mouth in to a smile as Alan portrayed a smile back with a small inkling of fear and anxiety as this was his first ever lession. Snape could pick up a sense that Alan was feeling a bit anxious so he placed his hand upon the left side of his shoulder resting his fingers against Alan's ear in a quick moment he rubbed the back of his ear then removed him back a bit placing his hand back to his side as Jurek and Alan started to head into the room giving Alan a less sense of his rising anxiety.
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Hi JSS394,
This sounds like a great story, but like the other two comments said it's far to long for a proper review. There are quite a few run on sentences like the one Fizz pointed out and "Snape could pick up a sense that Alan was feeling a bit anxious so he placed his hand upon the left side of his shoulder resting his fingers against Alan's ear in a quick moment he rubbed the back of his ear then removed him back a bit placing his hand back to his side as Jurek and Alan started to head into the room giving Alan a less sense of his rising anxiety." which is the last sentence of your chapter. Just read through your chapter and look for periods, if there hasn't been one in a while reword it so you can make the sentences more manageable for the reader.
A good way to format this instead of in chapters because of the length might be in groups of 1, 2, or 3 days. If you ever did get this turned into a book it might be smart to leave out chapters altogether and just deal with days and times. (I will say too when you use the name Snape it makes me think of the professor from Harry Potter, just saying).
Overall this chapter is too long for a proper review but if you cut it up into chunks by days it would make the content more process-able for the reader. And as always, keep writing.
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Hold on. This is a whole story, not a chapter.
From the very beginning I was overwhelmed. I think the title is too long. Maybe you could shorten it to 'Alan's Optical Illusion'?
The list of 'cast' is daunting, and to be honest with you I just skipped past it.
The opening paragraph contains a very long sentence:
'Alan knew why he moved down here not to expect great things from a foreclosed condo he’d bought sight-unseen but it took a few weeks of hard continuous labour, but he made it actually pretty decent hes kept the graffiti that the squatters before him left he has also kept the old dirty old fashioned rugs, also he had started to rebuild the broken shelves in the bathroom and paint them pure white to match the tiled ragged floor.'
This is several sentences. It doesn't quite make sense either. Maybe you could just start with 'Alan knew not to expect great things from a foreclosed condo that he'd bought sight-unseen.' Just one sentence, much easier to deal with.
I feel like there could be a gem hidden in this, but I don't think I can give you a proper review because I can't read all of that. Break it up, lighten it up, and there might be something really great in there.
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Also, I suggest breaking this into parts! Waaaay too long to review; you might not get a review for a while. Breaking it up makes it easier to read and review.
Ok. so when i download it. i am now. what happends then?