The morning sun shone through the bay window exposing two bodies lying naked. The heat was intense coming from the uncovered window that exposed the eastward sun, bearing its morning rays upon their skin.
Richard slowly opened his eyes, as his erotic impulses were growing hard again next to Paul. With a slow pelvic thrust, he drove his manhood against David's sweaty flesh. He reached over his masculine body, feeling substantial growth, as he knew he was not asleep. Richard rolled him over onto his back as he jointly received a smile.
“You were wonderful last night.” Richard moaned while exploring again the subtle mass of dark hair on David's chest. His fingers gently slide downward, exploring every inch of him until he reached the barrier of white silk sheets that was lying across his mid-section.
David kissed him passionately forfeiting all his emotional ties of the past. He knew this was love. An emotional balance that had been missing from his life, had finally been found.
“I could lay here all morning with you.” A gentle pause fell silent that only lasted for a brief moment.
“This is the first day of your new life. It's the day when you can finally be free, so let's get dress and have that meeting together.” Richard said encouragingly.
“Can we lay here just a while longer?” David asked in half slumber. He was denied, as Richard threw off the covers to expose his lover's naked body gleaming in the sunlight.
***
“Excuse me Sir, I saw your ad in the paper, so I come to you for help.”
“Please, Have a seat. What can I do for you?” Offering her a hand gesture to the chair opposite him.
“My name is Erica McDowell and I’m searching for my husband. My father suggested that I don't go to the police. He’s been missing for three weeks now.” She offered with limited resources.
“When exactly did you see him last?” He asked.
“Friday last June. We had dinner with friends. Nothing unusual that night happened except, Dave, my husband, was somewhat distant. My father has not been kind to him since our marriage. It has put a lot of stress on him. When we left the restaurant he excused himself to the men's-room. He said he would meet us outside and that was the last time I saw him.”
“I may be able to help you, Mrs. McDowell. The first thing you need to do is to remember any small detail, no matter how insignificant you may think that may be. Can you do that for me?” Erica nodded.
"I’ll need a description of his appearance, full name, places he has been and names of friends whom he has associated with. I’ll be in touch.” Richard disclosed ending the meeting.
Erica stood and elegantly walked towards the door.
“I have faith in you Mr. Broth. Please bring him home.” She glided over her hand against the door frame, as she exited the door leaving it wide open.
When Richard moved to New York, after completing the Crime Investigators Development Program, he stumbled across an old building with sculptured bay windows. It was an exquisite architectural wonder that resembled an art nouveau classic that usually could only be found in Riga, home of the Baltic States. He knew the design well, after studying architecture in college. He learned about ornamental style based curved lines, asymmetrical compositions and rhythms of irregular contours that graduated him into an advance degree in design. Without a regret of surrendering his passion, he devoted everything to the academy; his passion will always remain with him.
Every cent he owned went into the opening of his private practice and living in a home that was only considered part of a dream. New York City was mysterious and seductive, as his passion is for art.
***
Frequent wanderings from seedy back-door bars to bath houses kept his desires satisfied. There was no urge for commitment; only the ones that lasted for a few hours.
He woke up alone, stammering into the kitchen, pouring a glass of orange juice. The pulp thickened in his throat as he devoured every drop. Giving his privates a satisfying scratch, Richard moved himself into the shower, washing all evidence of a night of sweat and promiscuous sex from his body.
His day was less than full, as the new practice had few clients, since opening. Putting on his favorite white T-Shirt and frayed bleached-out jeans, he looked into the mirror and paused. There was darkness in his reflection. He realized, in that instant, that it was the emptiness he felt from not allowing another man’s touch, for more than a few hours. Richard had to change his outlook. However, for now, he only changed his shirt and walked out of the apartment.
There was no destination, as he walked the streets of New York. When he approached the corner of Prince and Elizabeth Street, he noticed a small establishment called the Café Habana.
Upon entering, he placed himself at a table beside the window in the back. He ordered a Cuban sandwich and icy cold draft from the service girl who was also making a service not available on the menu. Richard smiled and then waited patiently.
His eyes caught the attention of a man sitting alone, about five tables away. His head was raised from his book, and his smile radiated across the room. Richard returned the gesture in awe. A smile so vibrant, Vincent's van Gogh would have painted him in an instant. The waitress returned with his beverage, distracting his attention away from Vincent's van Gogh’s dream.
” Your meal will be up shortly, honey and I’ll bring that right over for yah, as soon as I hear the bell.” She added with a wink of an eye.
“Okay thanks.”
When he looked up, he noticed that Vincent was gone. His heart skipped a beat. He scoured the room, but no one was there. He was drawn to this guy, like a magnet to a paperclip. Something was drawing him to go after him, so he did as instinct took over.
“He couldn’t of left that fast.” He thought to himself. “His book was still on the table.”
Richard stood and took a three sixty check of the restaurant. He walked up to the counter to greet the service girl. She was ecstatic that he was approaching, and in her mind, believed her charms worked, and that he was going to leave his number or ask her out.
“Excuse me, where is the men's-room?" Richard asked. In disappointment, she returned with the answer of down the stairs, follow the hallway, and turn right.
Without a thank-you, he walked down the hallway.
While turning right as directed, a beautiful man walked out of the room and stopped.
“Hi. I saw you upstairs, reading. I was afraid you had left before I could get the chance to ask if you would like to join me for lunch.” Richard grasped the moment, before it was gone.
“Yes, I would like that. I'm David.” He replied.
Richard took David’s hand in a formal greeting. The instant euphoria from his touch was remarkable.
"I'm Richard.” He said, hating to let go.
The two of them returned with a glance of excitement, as Richard took the lead back upstairs.
“Thanks for inviting me. I was admiring you from across the room. I thought you may of noticed I was a little too obvious. Sorry, bit I couldn’t help myself.”
“I’m glad because I was thinking the same. Are you from around here?” Richard asked.
“I live not far from here; Chelsea, actually.” David answered.
“Have you lived here long? I haven’t seen you around and I know I would have noticed you.” Richard asked hoping he wasn’t being too bold.
“No. I’ve had a few developments in my past recently. I’m settling in as comfortably as I can. I moved about a month ago near Madison Square Garden.” David was afraid to exchange negative insights into his life but couldn’t help himself. With a simple gaze into Richard’s eyes, the truth escaped with every breath he took.
“I would really like to spend more time with you. How would you feel about taking a walk?” Richard asked openly with all guards down.
“I would love that.” A smile radiated from his face.
”He initiated the girl’s attention, once again.
“Check, please."
Richard was on cloud nine since yesterday, strolling through Central Park with David. With a cool breeze blowing in their hair, lying on blades of grass under an over-hanging tree, it was all perfect. It was an afternoon spent on spiritual consciousness, emotional responses, and physical perception. The attraction was made, and Richard knew his life was about to change.
Erica was waiting at his office before he arrived. Her arms carried a list of information that was, in hopes, going to find her husband.
“Mrs. McDowell. I didn’t expect you until one o’clock.” Richard stated as he entered his office.
“I know. Sorry. I gathered information I thought would help.”
Richard motioned at her to sit. She placed the folder of miscellaneous papers she had brought and set it on the desk.
“I see that your husband has a different last name as yours.” Richard first questioned.
“Yes. My father insisted I retain my last name. He is a man of strong family values and requested that my husband, sign a prenuptial agreement when we got married. My father would only give his blessing of marriage, if he signed.” Erica felt uneasy about the agreement, but in order to have a husband; she had to agree.
Richard closed the folder as his concentration on the matter was weak.
“I’ll look over these pages later, and if I have any further questions, I’ll be in touch.” Erica was stunned at the abrasiveness but did as she was asked.
“I expect to hear from you soon, then.” She stated and walked out of the room.
Richard sat mesmerized by the thought of David lounging across the grass, eating pizza they had bought from a Central Park Vendor. His mind replayed every moment, like a movie on rewind. With the folder in front of him, that he kept closed, he stared at the phone before picking it up to ring the number that was scribbled on a napkin from the Pizza vendor. He dialed.
Richard invited David to meet him under the same tree as they did yesterday. The anticipation of being with him again was unbearable. This feeling he was having was new; how could he feel so magnetically charged towards someone? It was beyond him. It was almost easier engaging in the rituals of fornication in back ally bars and bath houses, than to endear this new exhilaration of emotion and sexual attraction. Nothing mattered except the eagerness and heart-pounding thrill waiting for the moment to gaze into eyes again.
“I would love to see the apartment that you’ve talked about. I would also like to see more than just that.” Richard thought Paul was bold yet beautiful.
Upon entering the flat, the two of them let all desires escape. The lust they had held back for twenty-four hours was released in seconds after the door closed. In a frenzy of passion, Paul pushed him up against the entrance wall with a thunderous sound of pleasure. He pulled his shirt off as an invite to devour his essence was executed. His tongue powerfully circled the exposed nibbles with a clinch of teeth to heighten the pleasure. He pulled him along the wall, knocking off photographs along the way. The two of them fell upon the bed than invited them in.
For hours, they spent lost in one another, consummating their emotional and physical bond.
“That was incredible.” David expressed, catching the last bit of air, as he removed his body from Richards and collapsed down beside him. The droplets of sweat streaming off their bodies held every inch of lust as they continued to embrace.
“I don’t know what to say?” Richard returned.
“I think we both know there is more to this than what what we’ve imagined.” He felt secure in his exploration of the situation.
“There is so much I want to know about you.” Richard declared.
”We have lots of time getting to know one another. Let just lay here in our sweat, jizz and glory for a while longer and relish in our sexual accomplishment.” David held him tight and closed his eyes.
Richard awoke from his arms and slipped out of bed. The moon was luminous, cascading its rays through the bedroom window, leaving streaks of bluish light across the sculptured body lying naked on top of the white silk sheets. He could get used to this. Since he found the apartment over a year ago, he never brought anyone home. He knew, that something was changing, and it was the most refreshing feeling he has had in a very long time. He wanted to share his dream, and he was lying right in front of him.
“Hi.” Richard said, whispering in his ear. A gentle moan with eyes widening brought a welcomed smile.
“I’ve made us a bite to eat, if you’re hungry.”
“That sounds great.” Richard said as he took his hand and pulled him slowly off the bed, naked.
“I would love to give you a towel, but you look beautiful standing naked in the moonlight.” With the scraping of shadow against their skin, they kissed. Richard had to fight and resist the temptation of erotic play all over again. He empowered the moment until things came to a full erection and then he handed Paul a towel.
“That’s not fair.” David conveyed, as his hand was pulled away leading him into another room by the alcove.
“Wow. You’re right about this place. It’s amazing with its alcoves and interior moldings. I didn’t even know these buildings existed around here.” He was mesmerized in its surroundings and company that he didn’t know where to look next when he saw a small round table placed against the bay window, lined with lighted candles, wine and cheese.
"Come. Sit here." He indicated, pulling the chair out.
"I know things between us have moved rather quickly, and I can't believe I'm going to say this... But I need to. For a long time now, I engulfed in sexually intricacies in kind of a sleazy manner. I ..."
"You don't need to say anything." Paul interrupted slightly afraid.
"Yes, I do. I want to say that I'm very attracted to you and there is a stronger bond I feel towards you than I was ever expecting. Deep down, I know we have a connection, and I need to explore it further." Richard was glad to have his emotions laid out for once, no matter the turn around. He spoke on faith. David fell silent, at that moment, staring at the burning candles that lined the bay window. With a slight turn towards the beauty of the man sitting across from him, he knew he had to reveal the truth also. It wasn't just the fact that the last twenty-four hours had been the most wonderful of days that he has had in a very long time. He leaned his hand over the table to touch Richards, to embrace in touch. There was more to be said.
“There are some things I need to tell you, and I don't know where to begin. The fact of the matter is, if you believe it or not, love at first sight must exist. I have to allow the truth, that I am yours." David was finding it even harder to go on.
"It has taken me a long time to realize that I have strong sexual desires for men. Understanding the difference between lust and emotions has plagued me until I saw you at Cafe Habana. I knew then, at that moment you smiled at me, that...."
Richard stole the air out of the room but let him continue.
"…my life would be complete. The truth is that I am married. I've been married for just over a month. A few days after our honeymoon, I walked out on my wife. Her father made it quite clear that I was no good for their family, and that I should leave. Hell, he wouldn't even allow her to have my name in marriage without a pre-nuptial agreement, so she kept her own." Richard was stunned at the honesty, as he watched his lovers, tears begin to fall.
"I was confused and scared about my sexuality. Just before the wedding, her father caught me having sex with one of the workers at his estate. He never breathed a word to Erica about it, but let the marriage happen, anyways."
Richard's heart sank as David's tears continued.
“There's something I need to ask you before you go on. By chance, is your wife's name Erica McDowell?" he asked calmly.
"Yes it is. How do you know that?" David was stunned as he cleared the tears off his cheek.
"She came into my office a few days ago and hired me to look for her missing husband. She had this secretive tone in regards to her father. I haven't opened the file, but it seems very close to your misadventure.
David didn't quite know how to process the information.
"You need to talk to her so you can resolve this. She needs the truth; If not about us, then the truth of what happened and what your father concealed from her. I really do love you and that, I promise."
Richard embraced him in that tender moment; as two souls were finally connected.
"Tomorrow I will tell her everything. She needs to know, who I am and who I truly love.
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