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He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Don’t get me wrong, he was not one of those androgynous men, those who look like little boys or those who you cannot tell if they are a boy or a woman. No, he was fully male, but with the looks of an angel. He reminded me of the cherubs you see in some religious art, all grown up. He just sat there in a corner, looking around the club with eyes that looked like they could see your very soul, but with a slightly bored look on his face. I guess you want to know more in detail how he looked? From what I could see, in the dark, he was tall, well built with defined but not overly buff muscles. A golden mop of curly hair and smooth skin with sharp angles, cheekbones to kill for and a dimple on his left cheek. The lips was full and looked so soft and kissable. As for his eye color I couldn’t tell, but the eyes where big and with lashes that seemed to go on for miles. He was wearing black jeans, a black simple t-shirt with no print on, and black boots. Like an angel cast from heaven. This is maybe not my story to tell, but I have part in it. And I feel that it must be shared, even though I know he wouldn’t agree with me. But I will tell it anyway. I had been staring for I don’t know how long, standing against a wall in my own dark little corner, letting the base of the music course through my body. And that was when he suddenly turned his head and looked at me. I didn’t understand how he could have noticed me, with all the people around him, the noise and the dark, but he did. His bored face slowly lit up, a slight smile crooked his mouth and his eyes locked on to mine. With a movement so smooth as running water, he rose from his chair and strode towards me. My heart beat like crazy, why was this man coming to me? I was no one, a nobody, and he had so many beautiful people in the club to choose from! Within seconds he was standing in front of me, a mere centimeters away, and I could feel his hot breath against Maltepe Escort my skin. His eyes were as stunning as I had imagined and they where green. A bright, vibrant spring green, with golden flecks that seemed to dance. He crooked his head and smiled, and spoke his first words to me:”Hi, I am Gabriel. What’s your name?” Gabriel. He even had the name of an angel. My throat was suddenly dry, and my lips felt cracked. I took a deep breath and managed to mumble:”I.. I’m Noah.” Yeah. I am a guy. Bet you didn’t expect that, did you? I am a guy, and a gay one to boot. But hey, it’s not important really, it’s just the way I was born, and I don’t think of it too much. Do you think about how you are straight every day? No? Well, that’s how it is for me too, only I am gay.”Nice to meet you, Noah! I haven’t seen you here before. How is that?” “Uhm, well.. I just moved here, and it’s my first night out..hrm.” It’s a wonder he didn’t turn around and walk away, I must have sounded like a blabbering moron. But somehow he found it charming, endearing even, and he stuck around. Now, I couldn’t get rid of him even if I wanted to. Which I don’t! But I stray from the story, and I hope you can forgive me! After some chit chat I don’t remember to well, since I was to busy panicking and taking in the fact that this glorious man actually was talking to me, we found ourselves outside the club, in the back ally, sharing a cigarette and taking a brake from all the noise inside. His hair shone even under the dull glow from the street lamps, and my heart was imitating a humming-bird. I know I shouldn’t belittle myself, but I have never had much of a confidence in my looks. I am not ugly, but I just see myself as average. I am tall, but not very tall. I am built but not one that you would look twice at, passing you on the street. I have dark brown hair, just plain brown. No fancy chestnut color or anything like that. I keep it long Maltepe Escort Bayan since it is very straight and I like the feel of it when it falls down my back. My face is..well, my face. As I have no confidence to talk of, I just avoid looking in mirrors as much as I can. Gabriel tells me I am stupid and silly, and that he could look at my face for an eternity without growing sick of it, that I am his angel come true. But he is funny like that and I love him for it. When he threw the cigarette bud to the ground and turned to me, my stomach made volts. He leaned in close, trapping me against the wall and I could have counted his eye lashes one by one if I wanted to, so close was he. His breath smelled surprisingly fresh, like honey and sweet mint and it sent shivers down my back. He looked me in the eyes, and put his hand on my face when he brushed his lips against mine.”I have waited for you so long…” It was almost not even a whisper, but I heard it and was just about to ask him what he meant, when his lips finally locked on to my mouth. They where as soft as I had imagined it, but firm at the same time. He tasted sweet and our tongues danced that age old dance. My body felt like it was alive for the first time, like until this moment I had not truly lived, only survived. He pushed closer, pressing his warm, lean body against me and put his hand in my hair. Our breathing was rapid, jagged, and I could almost hear my own heart trying to beat it’s way out of my chest. With a gasp for air I pushed him a bit away from me, even though I gladly would have kept kissing him for ever, and suffer death from lack of air because of it. I collected my thoughts, hard as it was, and my courage as well.”Would you.. would you like to follow me home?””Oh very much so, very much,” He chuckled and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the street. It was a small miracle that I could even walk, the way my knees was shaking from Escort Maltepe the kiss. With a wave of his hand he hailed a cab, and we tumbled in to the backseat, laughing and smiling like maniacs. I turned to the driver and gave him my address, then quickly turned back to Gabriel. He still held my hand, watching me with an intense expression on his beautiful face. I smiled nervously and finally managed to ask what he had meant by what he said just as we began to kiss earlier.”Oh, that.. well, can we maybe talk about that later, in private? When we both are sober?””Well, yeah, I just thought is was kind of a strange thing to say.””Hm, haha, I guess I am kind of strange!” I really wanted him to answer, but was afraid that if I pushed it more, he would leave, and I really wanted him to come with me. I wanted to touch him in the most intimate ways, let my tongue wander the length of his body, my hands discover every inch of him. And I wanted him to do the same to me. So I gave it up, for the moment, and we kissed joyfully under the rest of the ride back to my place. The driver even had to clear his throat at us when we arrived, and I blushed like a teenager while Gabriel paid him. Later I found it strange that he was the one to pay, and not me since I was the one instigating going home to me, but at the time it felt so natural and I didn’t object. When we had climbed the stairs, and I nervously had fumbled with the key to open the door, we crashed in to my apartment, stumbling over shoes and taking our jackets of with a feverish fury. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, his mouth locked to mine. We tumbled on to my small bed, my shirt flying off somewhere, his was tangled in my hands, and my pants halfway off. He pulled them off completely and ran his hands over my thighs, my stomach tightening with expectation. His breath tickled my skin, over my hipbones, over my stomach and up to my neck and ear. I dropped his t-shirt on the floor and ran my fingers over his back, tracing small circles while he nibbled my earlobe and whispered:”You smell so good. Like the air after rain and earth warmed by the sun. I could lay here forever.” I could have let him, his body just the right weight, pressing me into the bed without being to heavy.

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