The Nichan Smile by C.J. Merwild

Author:C.J. Merwild [Merwild, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-31T18:30:00+00:00

X V I I I

Gus’s wings extended from each side of his spine, two arched branches protruding under his skin. Because of them, he rarely slept on his back. The discomfort always led him to roll onto his side, consciously or not. But not that morning. For once, his wings fit the curves of his body, sinking deeper into the old mattress than into his shoulder blades.

He stretched his arms above his head with a sigh of comfort and opened his eyes. It was already daylight. However, a significant difference lay right next to him. Domino was present, propped up on one elbow, watching him.

Domino gazed at a precise point. His mouth was half open, his breath steady but panting. In the warmth of the hut, sweat beaded down his face. Domino always woke up and left before dawn. Yet he was still here, as still as a statue, as if he were in a trance. He didn’t so much as blink.

Without a sound, Gus followed the trajectory of his friend’s gaze. Down . . . Gus’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately discovered what captivated Domino. As the human turned on the bed, the blanket had slipped, revealing the intimate shapes of his body. And beneath the thin linen of his night pants, Gus’s morning erection was unmistakable, rising to the rhythm of his breathing.

He looked up at the other young man. Then looked down. And up again. This was indubitably what captivated Domino.

Swallowing despite his dry mouth, Gus searched for his words. His head was emptier than ever. A hot flush rose to his face. His heart hammered.

He waited.

A voice in his head told him to move, to get Domino out of his contemplation. Another was begging him to ask for more. For an indulgent moment he imagined his friend untying the front of his pants, working his fingertips on the belt with reassuring confidence. Then the pressure and warmth of Domino’s palm against his lower abdomen, slowly diving down, caressing the line of blond hairs . . .

Gus’s body responded to the thought. A shiver shook him, his sex quivering beneath the fabric, beyond his control. Next to him, Domino clenched his fist on the bed and released a hot breath that caressed the lines of Gus’s pale chest.

“Domino,” said Gus.

The nichan blinked and seemed to come back to him, sniffing hard. He looked at Gus and went from dizziness to horror in a snap of the fingers. What he was doing had obviously not escaped him. He straightened on his arm, squirming awkwardly, probably to get out of bed. He was already pushing away the woolen blanket covering him. In his agitation, it fell off, sliding against his strong legs. Gus noticed the long bump on his friend’s crotch.

“Domino,” Gus repeated as his friend discovered at last his own state of arousal.

“I— By the Faces, I’m sorry, I . . . I didn’t—”

Someone knocked on the door, pounding angrily. The hut vibrated around them. The two boys stared at the door.

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