It was the way he walked, the way his
strong masculine legs moved with every stride. It was the walk of a strong,
robust distinguished man. It was sexy and appealing. He has watched him walk in
that wet, gloomy evening, and even beneath that stylish fitting overcoat, he
had seen that walk, he had watched those legs move, slowly, parted at the thigh
with a slight spring in the sole. He was still a stranger then, tall, dark and
strikingly handsome. His dark eyes piercing to the soul, his face chiselled,
his perfect teeth brilliantly white as he spoke softly on the cellular phone.
He was one of those men you ached and desired for yet you knew he simply was
out of your reach. So it came as a surprise at first when, in the first few
minutes be took a keen interest on his secret admirer. And when he moved close
to speak to him, his cologne filled up his nostrils, he was a clean well
groomed man, whose scent left one longing for more conversation, more touching,
that first night, he could hardly wait to breath in the scent of his skin. From
that very first day, they both knew that they would be together, they were
bound to be. He, an alpha male and him on the other hand, a sexy, quiet, clever yet submissive, humble, home maker. That is how they met, at a sultry
quiet gentleman's lounge bar.
He knew at once that this man was the
one. Now 6 years on, he couldn't help but wonder, would this man, whom he had
given up all else for, stay with him the full length of the way? He was not
naive to the ways of men, they objectify, their need to conquer, they want what
they cannot get, they see what they want to see. He was no different from any
other man, yet he had fallen for him still, full and square. It was a mystery,
this thing called love. He tossed and turned, grabbing the silk sheets, hoping
and wishing for comfort on yet another cold lonely night.
He had the front door open and his
heart skipped a beat. From where he lay, in the big plush bed upstairs, he
could hear every movement, it was obvious to him now, it was routine. He could
hear a deep low voice speaking, it was a telephone conversation. No doubt the
recipient needed reassuring that his beloved had arrived home safely. But was
it really home, or was it a prison for them both? He because he was bored,
lonely and unhappy and he because he was the excitement had long run out and
the sparks of seduction fizzled out. He could not tell, for now, as his lover,
friend and life partner strode in, inconsiderately flicking on the lights as he
bid whomever he was speaking to goodbye, all he could do was close his eyes and
pretend to be deep asleep. Running water, unbuttoning of the creased once crisp
shirt, kicking off of the expensive Italian leather shoes, unbuckling of the
belt, unzipping of the pants, a brush of the covers and then a soft, tender
kiss on the cheek; magic!
Another heart beat lost, then silence.
The tear crept slowly down, past his nose, onto his eyelid.
It burned memories into his heart as he remembered the passion that they had
for each other in the beginning. Where had they lost it? Could it be true? Was
there really no love between two men and if that was so, why were they still
together? Surely, something kept them together or was it just the convenience
of familiarity? He had grown up hearing stories of frozen and dead romances,
but he had assumed it only happened to heterosexual couples. Heavy breathing,
sleep. He turned and tried to gaze at his husband through the dim shimmers of
the moonlight. Did he really love this man? If he did, why could he not make
him as happy as they used to be? A sigh escaped his lips, his better half stirred
and as if reading his mind, turned toward him and took him in his arms, holding
him close, as he placed his head on his chest.
'why aren't you asleep baby?' his voice was dreary, but it
still held its characteristic deepness.
He soon fell asleep
after, while he on the other hand lay there softly, comfortable at last, happy
even. It was where he belonged, oh the lord himself knew it. It was where he
belonged. Sleep finally came upon him, and like a chariot, swept him up towards
bliss, up to a place where all that he needed was this man and his sweet, sweet
loving.
Thursday, his favorite day of the week. The only time, he
got some semblance of a social life. Other than Ricardo's office soirée which
were few and rare and even there he had to act like a robot. His close friends
Mali and Solange were coming over. They would pop open a bottle of choice
champagne and delve into delicious gossip, all the while nibbling on
scrumptious shrimp cakes and lady fingers. They always made him feel so
privileged, he was after all, living a charmed life. If only he too saw it that
way. Mali and her husband owned a business together, they worked so hard they
barely had time to start a family. Yet they a brilliant business association
and an awe inspiring chemistry between them. They were always together, yet
they always made it seem like they never spend enough time with each other. As
he lay the table expertly, he could not help but wonder, how did they keep the
fire burning? What was the source of their love?
Solange was a newly widowed, she had gotten married around
the same time as Ricardo and himself. They had met at what would end up being
the venue of both their nuptials. Their dates coincided, and he had schemed and
found a way to arrange a lunch date with her, by the time they finished a
delectable and tender honey glazed lamb and spring salad, she had graciously
agreed to have her wedding the weekend after. It was the beginning of a
lifelong friendship. She and William, her new husband had been part of the
guests, beaming with pride as they exchanged vows. Everything had turned out
perfectly, until William past away in a tragic accident and Ricardo changed.
Before then, they always met for lunch once a week, shopped and hosted charity
galas' together. When William died, she was left to pick up where he left off
in taking care of their three year old twins, an adorable boy and girl. For a
girl who envisioned being a housewife and mother as a life long commitment, she
was not doing too badly, although she had struggled in the beginning.
He could hardly wait to hear that bell ring. His heart was
already chiming.
Later that afternoon, after the girls left, as he dutifully
prepped that nights dinner, shepherds pie and rhubarb crumble for dessert, he
painted a picture of what his life had become; the portrait only deepened the
hollow in his heart. He had abandoned a promising career as a human rights and
political lobbyist for a house and garden in the lush and lonely prairie. It
wasn't like they were going to get children, they both agreed that it simply
was not for them. Indeed they were lucky enough to live in a land where they
could enjoy the gift if holy matrimony but children was a stretch too thin for
them. With Ricardo's line of work, he continuing to work would only jeopardize
things for him. Ricardo was also in politics, he was running for governor.
Where had time flown to?
His phone rang, Ricardo, excusing himself from dinner,
another long meeting at the office. Yeah yeah yeah, he didn't need telling, he
knew what it meant to be campaigning, he had a masters in political science for
chrissake. Fine, fine, he wouldn't wait up. Ricardo was sorry, you're always
sorry was his response before hanging up with a pout.
He lay his bath and decided that it was time he found
something more to do other than sit and wait for Ricardo. Maybe he could enrol
for a Phd, but at his age and it wasn't like he was ever going to use it. Maybe
he could teach, wait, why hadn't he ever thought of that?
An hour and a luxurious scented bath later, he walked into
the closet and saw it. Lina must have been rearranging and left it out there.
Hanging majestically there was their wedding suits, his black tuxedo, still so
brilliant and his work of art next to it. He stood still, taking it all in, he
had had a hand in designing this divine garment. It was a suit alright, but not
of the usual fabric or style. Even Ricardo had been taken aback the first time
he saw him walk down the aisle. He held up an arm to his face, letting the lace
carress his cheek ever so softly. He closed his eyes and let the chimes of the
bell ring in his ear again. He could smell the ocean and hear the chirrups of
the seagulls over the sweet harp strings. But even in this decadent, fluid,
lace over satin fitting top and bottom, over the white and pink orchids and the
alluring calming scent of the elusive moonflower, it was the man that stood
there ahead of him that was the highlight of his day, not even his
distinguished, who's who guest list. Their hearts, still soaked in fiery
romance and desire for one another had skipped several beats at that
moment, and their longing to be together
heightened even more by the impending nuptials.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts he hadn't heard Ricardo
come in. Ricardo stood there, watching quietly and keenly observing the
changing expressions in his partner's face.
He watched for a moment before walking into the closet.
"English, are you ok?"
English opened his eyes startled, he looked up to find
Ricardo's tall, imposing figure in front of him.
"I didn't hear you come in" he said, clearing his
throat, "I'm sorry"
"for what English?"
"nothing, for being...well" he didn't know what to
say, he was embarrassed for always being the needy one.
Ricardo offered him a hand, which he took and standing up at
the aid of it.
"why aren't you asleep? It's late." His voice was
low and full of care.
"I know you're angry and you feel neglected."
there with those words, he started doing what only he could do so well. He started
fixing everything, and English's misgivings all faded away.
They lay on the lawn and talked about everything. He poured
out his heart, releasing all his frustrations while Ricardo listened and
explained and made it all right again. There, on the soft grass, under the
stars, they fell in love all over again. He forgave Ricardo, and he forgave
himself, for doubting and for creating a rift.
This is why he loved this man so man, because he was the
kind of man who was not afraid to make things right in order to claim what was
rightfully his. Fearlessly, humbly yet decisively. That and the walk, and the
love and the feverish lovemaking and the body and the mind, and everything
about the man.
In the morning, as he peered down from the bedroom window at
his husband, he realized that it was his mistake to compare their love with
what everybody else had. Ricardo paused for a second and looked up, as if he
had felt eyes on him, he flashed a smile and creased his brow. He understood
him, it was he, English, who made the mistake of looking for a love that did
not resonate with what they had. Theirs was no conventional, storybook
arrangement. Neither was it a fairytale. What they had was as unique and
extraordinary as two men falling hopelessly in love with each other and
choosing to seal their love in holy matrimony. He saw now just how special
Ricardo was, he was a man of his own kind.
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