In Our Friendship's Silence

....and the day came

Tightening the hands on the sheets, a loud gasp escaped from his mouth.  One last wringing, and he woke up.
The sweaty body, all his wet clothes.  He held his head trying to remember the dream.
Couldn't.  It was cloudy.  It was only clear to him that Ming tortured him with his lips, tongue, teeth, until he couldn't take it anymore and he dissolved into an orgasm that made him come to himself.

He got up as best he could.  The jelly-like legs contrasted with the hardness beneath his abdomen.  He leaned against the wall to steady himself, and went straight into the shower.
The coldness of the water hit him.  Each sense returned to its place as goosebumps seized his skin.
He took off his wet clothes, warming the water.  As his body recovered, he thought it was time.  He needed to move forward.  The desire had grown so much, that it was now three nights in a row in which those lustful dreams haunted him.
And although in those four weeks only a few innocent kisses and caresses had passed, his body asked for more.  Screamed.

Ming was waiting for him at the door of the building, like every day.
Leaning in his car, he saw the boy running gracefully towards him.
He gave  his good morning kiss, and the minor deepened it taking him by the nape of the neck.
The older one was surprised, but continued kissing him.  When he released him, he said:
-It seems that you missed me right?
-Yes, my Minmin.
The Sun comforted them for those minutes that they held each other.

Later they started the journey to University.
Wayo was looking out the window, thinking about everything he had to buy and prepare for that Saturday.  He wanted it to be very special and a surprise for Ming.
When he felt the other's hand in his body, he reacted.
-Do you have something to do this Saturday?
-No. Why?
- Could we go out, right?  To the movies, or to eat. What do you say?
-Yes.  Whatever you want.  Then we fix the schedule.
-Yes - he squeezed his hand, smiled thinking inside -there is no going back.  Wayo Force.

The rest of the week passed in a sigh.  He said a thousand excuses to Ming to come back alone, and be able to do the shopping.  The other grumbled but accepted.
Apart from the basic things that couldn't be missing (condoms, lubricants, etc.), he bought others to decorate (balloons, candles, roses, perfumes).  Ideas he got from a decoration page.  It was cheesy, but he wanted it to be memorable.

On Friday while they were having lunch in the cafeteria, they arranged the appointment time when the oldest would pick him up.
Wayo's belly was tied in a knot, he could hardly eat.
-Is something wrong?- Ming asked. -I looked strange to you days ago.
-No, nothing- he said effusively.
- Don't tell me that the tummy aches returned.
- No.  I'm fine.  I don't have appetite.
- Let me know if you feel bad.  I don't want to be interned again.  Okey?
- I'm fine, seriously- laugh.

The older didn't believe him.  Something was up.  He just took his hand, and held it, staring into his eyes.  Trying to guess what was going on in that crazy little head.

On Saturday at 6, Wayo had wide eyes on big dark circles.  He couldn't sleep all night.
He got up, washed his face well, and had coffee.
He cleaned the apartment from top to bottom.  He made some light dishes and a dessert like that.  He inflated balloons, arranged the candles, decorated.  He bathed, prepared himself and put on a cold mask so that his face was not so emaciated, although his color had already returned a while ago.
Ming was just a few minutes away.  Then, he threw perfume and lit the candles.

After 10 minutes the bell rang.  With his legs loose, and an emotion in his upper abdomen, he opened.
When the eyes met the other's, he paled.
His father, the man he didn't know about five years ago was there.  Standing in front of your door.
-Dad, Dad? What are you doing here?
The man, a little taller and more plump, was looking at him, rubbing his hands.
- This one, I wanted to see you, can I come in? - The question was rhetorical, because he entered without waiting for an answer.
Wayo froze with his hand on the door, unable to speak.

The father looked around the room and said:
- I think I fell at a bad time.  Are you waiting for a girl?
The other looked at him without answering.
- I'm leaving and then we'll see you.  I call you later, huh?

Quick footsteps were heard along the corridor.
Ming appeared at the door, happy as ever.
-I'm sorry.  For an accident cut the street.  Wooow, what happened here?  He looked around until he saw Wayo's father.

The oldest spoke.
-  What does this mean?

Wayo couldn't react.  This was going to be memorable, very memorable.