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"What time is it?" Keith thought as the blaring alarm continued to ring in the background until he finally found his phone and switched it off. He hadn't even realized that he was sleeping on the desk in his study, probably from being too tired from the last day's trip. And partly due to the events that were taking place last night. "What? It is 8 already? Fuck! I remember now..., what a great start to the day!" he said to himself and came down for the bathroom. He saw that the guest bedroom door was slightly open. But didn't pay much heed. After having freshened himself, he sat down on the couch recalling everything that had transpired last night. He then looked at the slightly open door. He also recalled that he had been invited for lunch. Feeling quite hungry he began making breakfast. He then left some for Peter out of duty. "I can't see someone hungry," he thought as he put the breakfast in a plate and covered it. He then went to his study waiting to pass his time until lunch. "To think that I would have to pretend as a normal neighbor at lunch.... If only Sarah knew what her son and I are up to behind her back.. what kind of reaction would she give?" Keith thought as he started to draw a landscape. "What kind of place would I like to see with Dean? Hmmm... somewhere in the mountains, away from the nuances of life? I kind of actually like that concept... Mountains varnished with the white of snow! And then there ought to be fire to keep us warm... A small village nearby? Perfect!... That looks so peaceful!" Keith thought as he continued to etch his thoughts on the plane paper moving the pencil here and there.
"How beautiful!... so typical of you Keith," Peter said as he stood behind.
"What is he doing here?" Keith thought, "Thanks," he said in a cold voice.
Peter laid down on the couch and opened a can of diet coke. "Is he planning to stay here?" Keith thought,
"Would it be okay if you can go somewhere else? I kinda want to stay alone for some time" he said
"Why?" Peter asked
"Is there any problem in that?"
"No, I am just asking because you usually don't kick me out like this"
"I am not!..., if you are that particular about it I can leave," Keith said as he picked up his sketchpad and pencils and got up.
"Why don't you just come out and say it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come fucking on Keith.. as if I haven't known you, you are jealous aren't you?"
"Jealous? Of what?"
"You aren't that dumb are you?"
"You mean what happened last night between you and Liz? No, I am not, and why would I be?"
"Then why are trying so hard to stay away from me?"
"It is just your imagination Peter. I just want to spend some time alone, is it that big of a deal? And besides, you can fuck or suck anyone, who I am to say anything? "
"Oh is that so?" Peter said and grabbed Keith and kissed him right there.
"What the fuck Peter!" Keith said as he pulled away.
"Keith... I am really sorry, I don't know, I mean you weren't there for me for the past few days.. so I had to have something. Fuck it, I wanted to tease you a little, to see what would you do and what were you missing"
"Look Peter, I don't really care when, where, what you do all right? And honestly I knew you were doing this on purpose, I mean how obvious can it really get?"
"But let me make it up for you," Peter said and threw them both on the couch and began to undress.
"No!... Stop it!" Keith said but Peter was relentless. "I said stop it!" Keith said louder and got up.
"Who do you think I am? A kind of a fucktoy you play with whenever you are in the mood and then throw it away like a rag clothe? I have had enough of it!" Keith said almost shouting.
"Keith... What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's is wrong with me, it is you who is wrong! Not that you will admit it anyway"
" Keith.. "
"That is enough.. I am leaving"
"Leaving? For where?"
"It doesn't concern you, does it? I have my own life just like you, do I owe you any explanation as to where I might go?" Keith retorted back.
He came out of the house. "He has completely ruined my day!... Who does he think he is? " he thought as he walked on the street aimlessly. He stopped by a vending machine and bought a packet of cigarette and matches. He went to the park and sat down on a bench beneath a tree looking at kids around him playing football. He took out the cigarette, lit it and took a long whiff. "It has been so long that I had a smoke... at least it will keep my mind at bay," he thought as he looked around at the kids. Cheerfully playing with each other, messing around they seemed so carefree. "Kids have it good... nothing to worry about, doing as they please, when they please"
"Can you pass the ball?" one of the kids shouted and broke him out of the trance. He looked around and saw two boys looking at him. He then looked on the ground and there was the ball.
"Can you please pass it back?" the fatter kid shouted, sweating and panting.
"Sure!" Keith said and threw the ball back.
"Thanks," the scrawny one said, and then they returned to playing.
Keith flicked his cigarette and took another long whiff. Wondering where things were headed in his life. By the time it was 12, it was heating up like crazy despite some respite coming occasionally from the fountains and water sprinklers nearby. It was also nearing the time for lunch. "I should head back" Keith decided. The streets were mostly empty. Hot winds blowing over the sun-baked streets. By the time Keith returned, he was sweating from all the heat. He went to his study hoping that the AC was still ON. "Thank god!" he sighed, as the room was chilled out. He then saw Peter sleeping on the couch, his sketchbook lying near the table beside the couch. "Why is he still here?" he thought. Coming closer he saw that Peter was snuggling to the couch. He put his blanket over him.
"There goes my comfy couch... And here I thought I would lie there for a while till I get cool" Keith thought and shrugged, and laid down on the carpeted floor and stretched out. The next thing he knew was Peter was laying beside him with his hand on his chest.
"I am really sorry Keith... when you were gone, I realized how much wrong I was in doing everything I did"
"I don't think this is..."
"Please!" Peter begged, his breath near Keith's ears, "At least let me do this much for you" he said as he gently kissed his face before coming down to his lips. They both stayed lip locked under the chilly air snuggling closer to each other under the blanket.
"That night was the only one I had sex with Liz... " "I am sorry if I hurt you... that is the furthest thing that I wished for.." Peter said as he looked into Keith's eyes, "And I mean that really" he said before kissing Keith once more.
"It is alright if you don't forgive me... but can we just stay close like this?" Peter asked. Keith had no choice but to nod as they both laid under the blanket.
"Keith, you are a really nice person in the hundreds I have met till now, and.."
"And..?"
"And I want you to know that gradually you have become an integral part of my life, I can't deny that. I can't imagine spending a day without at least seeing you once. Did you think that I was just using you as a fucktoy? Is that what you really thought deep down? "
Keith turned to face Peter, "If I admit it, yes!. Lately, I have been thinking that I was just a fucktoy to pass time, not that I didn't enjoy it, but that is wrong. I didn't need to be anyone's fiddle tool, what I really wanted was a person to care for me. And that I be the first person to him and he is the first to me. Not some second class shit. That is what I really wanted.. and the more I thought about it, the more insecure I felt. I mean it's obvious, isn't it? Anyone would feel that way"
"I really care for you Keith... though I am not that appreciative at times, but everything you do for me, however little thing that may be, I want you to be a part of my life like you have been. And I thank you for being a part of it" Peter said as he caressed Keith's arms.
"That is the least you can do isn't it?" Keith said
Peter hugged him tight and gave him a long and wet kiss holding Keith close to him.
"Sometimes I don't even miss Liz as much as I do you... and I really don't want you to feel you are second to someone, for me you are the first person.... along with Liz of course!" Peter smiled and laughed a bit.
"I too really like you Peter.. as a friend!" Keith said wondering what course things would take from then on as they both laid nestling under the blanket.