At his desk in the house on Electra Drive, Jaymi clutches the edge of his chair in electrified panic and delight, watching Shigem slither and squeeze out into meat-space through the desk-top monitor.
This being the first incarnation of two Beasts who were created together, Shigem’s and Kim’s newly-minted forms spiral in towards each other, their closeness mounting. Jaymi rolls his chair back into the shadows, out of their way in humbled silence, with the sense of observing a pair of sacred beings. So joyous is their newfound inhabitation of physical space, that he can already see a sequence of L.A. contexts flicker around them in the air of his study, despite their never yet having left this room to experience the meat-space reality of what they’re evoking.
First, here’s Shigem lighting up the dance-floor of Jewel’s Catch One, now a creature of flame and flesh, perspiring and aglow within the spotlit booming of the bass-bins. So joyfully charismatic and flamboyant are his movements, he’s surrounded by a wide circle of admiring fellow revellers—while Kim watches hidden in the shadows of the sidelines, filled with admiration and desire.
Then, when that firework display has plateaued out at last and is gliding on around the curve of the stratosphere in silence, the contrasting simplicity and concreteness of Shigem’s question to Kim in intimate quietness: “Are you real? Can I blow smoke through your hair?”
Out on the lower terrace they stand beside each other in the humid air, an electric crackle between them … then Kim takes Shigem in his arms, and both of them are silent as a rising breeze mixes their hair together.
The humid air bursts with a warm rain at last—and Shigem and Kim kiss for the second time, passionate and deep, while splodgy drops of water spatter all across the swimming-pool, here on the terrace on Electra Drive, with L.A.’s grid of lights spread below them in the night.
Ten minutes later, the warm rain has soaked their clothes, so they both strip naked. Glancing up as the downpour intensifies, they set off around the curves of this terrace on two different trajectories, keeping each other in view with a leisurely intentness, half-feral, half-smiling through the sparkle of the rain across the pool.
As Kim drinks in Shigem’s slim brown form, standing over there on the opposite edge of these few metres of under-lit blue water with its rain-dancing surface, that slender animal body is so deeply desired by Kim, with a fierce and beautiful desire of a kind that he never felt in his pre-incarnated life. It’s a physical desire that’s at once hungry and bursting, and Kim fears it is something that lacks any hope whatsoever, for what on earth can he be expected to do with this brand-new variety of desire down inside himself, so urgent, hot and hard?…
Ways forward do suggest themselves to Kim in due course, however, once the sexy vulnerability of Shigem’s still-wet body is lying beside him indoors, shivering in the cool of the post-rain air but also sweating with exhilaration already—one horny blond-haired mesomorph, one hungry dark-haired ectomorph.
Seeing Kim’s face from so close, while they’re kissing on the bed, Shigem takes in an unfocused close-up flash of Kim’s beautiful slanting eyes and fine bone structure: earnest, blond, exotic white boy, here with him, forever…
And then Shigem reflects on Kim some more, as they coil around each other: he’s so gentle and so manly (and the hair on his chest is so animal and warm between the tips of Shigem’s fingers), so welcome to manhandle Shigem’s body, and so warm in bed, beside Shigem’s shivering—and so erect too, and so requiring such release, and how Shigem wants to be the only one to give Kim that release, whenever he wants or needs it, forever!
At last Shigem slides into sleep. Kim sees the dawn start to glimmer in the sky beyond the Downtown towers, whose tops he can see through Shigem’s hair and the glass beyond. As Kim’s own eyes sink closed too, he cups his lover’s penis, gently squeezing so that it becomes erect, twitching up with diffidence while Shigem sleeps on and shifts and mutters something faint. A powerful mix of tenderness, closeness, protective love, a little flattery and a simple blast of pow! all come together in Kim, as the words come together in his head: I would kill, to protect him.
And in the watching Jaymi, something magic comes together and alive.
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