In Our Friendship's Silence

Shyness

They walked next to each other.  An awkward distance separated them.  The shyness occupying, tensioning, penetrating hard in their bodies.

Each one nervous for different reasons.

Ming anxious to touch, kiss, hug and squeeze that little thing he had gone a crazy for.

Wayo, scared to feel that the happiness exploded in his chest, didn't deserve it.
Fearful, also curious, of all the sensations that had awakened from the kiss with Ming.
Terrified, if not enough for him.  If he don't like it.
Thousands of thoughts bombarded him.

The way to the child's room became longer than normal.

He opened the door and they entered.  Wayo first.
Ming hurried to close, and hugged him from behind.

The little boy froze.

-Don't run away from me- he whispered, almost brushing his ear.

His legs faltered, but he didn't succumb.
With a trembling voice he replied:

- Ming ... no, I'm not going to run away.  Moving away from his arm, he continued.- Let's talk.

The older one took him by the arm and said:

- We don't have much to talk about this.  I like you, you like me.  Let's just make it official.  Eh?  What do you say? - speak trying to sound funny.

Wayo took his hands, looking into his eyes as best he could.
It lasted only two seconds.  He hid himself in his chest, squeezing him with his arms.

- Hey, what's up?  Don't be scared baby.

Ming pressed a kiss to his head.  Then on his forehead, cheeks, and when he felt Wayo tremble, he took his lips.
He responded avidly, ignited by a passion that overflowed him and clouded his reason.

The hands squeezing his back,  head.  Their bodies boiling, sweating.  With clothes uncomfortable.

Ming began to unbutton the boy's shirt, when an incessant jingle brought him out of his trance.

-Mother. - He read on his phone.
He took a distance from Wayo, without breaking the contact, and answered the call.

- Ming we need you urgently at home- yelled the woman on the other end of the line.
- What happened? - He asked worried.
- I can't tell you on the phone.  Come soon please.

He hung up, and noticed Wayo holding his hand with his face reddened, and at the same time, restless.

- Baby, I have to go home.  I don't know what happened, she didn't want to tell me.
- Yes, yes, go quickly.
- Later we will continue this- he said, tucking a rebellious lock behind his ear.- I still await an answer.  Eh? ... As soon as I heard something, I call you.

- Yes, don't worry, go.

He gave he three brief kisses and left.

Wayo sat on the bed excited and with a frustration that would only calm a good cold shower.

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Hello.  How are you? I have a doubt.  I speak and write in Spanish.  I know about English because I studied. But,  to translate the story I use Google and later I rewiev because the text have a lot of mistakes.
I need if you to tell me if I have too much mistakes , or you don't understand something.
I am from Argentina and we use too much ways of tell something and its can be difficult to translate.  Then I change the sentence,  sometimes.
Well, thanks a lot for reading.