Smoke
Smoke
Warnings/предупреждения: none/нет
He’s smoking. Nothing out of the ordinary, a simple act, the habit he’s got accustomed to. What’s so unusual about it? Something that makes him special, almost unique, nearly non-human and absolutely incredible. You watch him in silence, stare at him calmly yet devouring with your eyes. He’s making you want, crave, desire, lust for him. Like you’d go for him and still you are paralyzed. Speechless. And thoughtless. He’s just smoking. So peaceful, relaxed, so faraway, so different from you but something forces you to stick together like two opposite poles of a magnet, like Yin and Yang, Earth and Heaven…
- Angel… - he whispers releasing a puff of blue smoke.
It’s quiet. He’s serene and looking sideways, somewhere into the space. The room’s stuffy and gloomy and items seem to have lost their shape melting in the quietness and darkness of the place. Cigarette smoke hangs in the thickening air enveloping every single thing in here. All looks frozen, motionless.
A half-empty bottle of Martini on the table, wrappings scattered all over the floor, orange peel, ashtray full of stumps… Indigo colour mixes with warm cigarette smell flying there as if probing, touching the room, the clothes, caressing your hair, skin. Everything is smothered with it.
You feel a bit dizzy, pleasant warmth leaking through the body, each next sip provokes a wave to wash you over from head to foot but it’s not the alcohol that gets you drunk, rather the thought of him being here so close beside you while you are looking fixedly at a red flickering fire of the slowly dying stick between his fingers. He’s staring at you, but unseeingly. Glance through the grey smoke… he’s so serious or it may be your imagination, it may be the mist that distorts the vision… who cares? His arm stretches out forward across the table and the palm covers up yours. Comfort. Delight.
Face flushing. A lump in your throat makes it hard to swallow. Even ice cubes at the bottom of your glass would be of little use. There’s only one way out, you are desperately sending away this precious moment to enjoy it later to the fullest. Just wait a tad more. You are shivering and so is the flame of his lighter -another nicotine stick. Lips are dry as you lick them savouring the just-eaten orange plus Martini taste. This very taste and the rapidly beating heart of yours are the only things of importance now. Ash falls down on the floor, cigarette burns his fingers. He keeps on staring, observing you so intensely that it seems like his eyes don’t exist. Nothing matters. Nothing except the reflection of the red fire and the smoke devouring you two.
You are so attached to him, cannot live without him. Not even a day.
You feel like transforming into mysterious smoke to get inside him, to let him inhale you, to be all over him, to turn into the smell of his hair, his skin and thus become a part of him.
You are together. His hands on your hips. Gently your fingertips come in contact with his shoulders. Heated and a little sticky flesh smells of costly exclusive aftershave blended with cigarette smoke as you pleasurably breathe it in.
You stand still, simply look at each other like this, sensing one another. Hot breathing burns your neck. You hear his deep sighs when he tickles your cheek with his eyelashes. Lips… ever-so close… a kiss lingers, though. This nearness means much more than kisses. He’s there.
At last he bends forward slightly brushing his lips against yours and you perceive the exceptional cigarette taste on them. Knees start to shake and body stops to obey you. Hand sliding freely over to him while eyes remain closed as you find him learning your body as if for the first time. Fingers on your face, following, repeating the features, he goes lower touching your neck and shoulders…
He’s smoking again. This time you help him to light it up. In the shimmering of a tiny yellow-blue sparkle his dark eyes appear to be so shady and even deeper. A smile adorns his face and his hand is stretched to hold yours.
- My angel… - he whispers releasing a puff of blue smoke.