Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2010 17:23:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lori Borgaard <lborgaard@yahoo.com>
Subject: Starlight in the Heavens - 1 [gay male: science fiction or fantasy]

Joshua



     If given only one word to describe her, I guess it would be, enigma.

     I didn't understand the draw I had for her.  It wasn't her looks,
although she was beautiful in her own right.  Five foot six, lean hour
glass shape with full breasts, not too big and not too small, just enough
for a hand full.  Rounded hips that blended into a nice firm ass and long
slender legs.  I bet she'd be a great dancer.  I could see her swaying
seductively, changing in speed to keep with the beat and flow of the music.
In fact, I had seen her dance, though it was always in my dreams.  Damn it,
why?  Why the fuck was she in my dreams?

     Her fair skin made me think of peaches and cream.  It amazed me, how
much time she spent outside, never burning, even more, never getting any
darker.  I also never saw her in any less than jeans and t-shirt.  Hell, we
lived by the ocean.  There were people all over that ran around practically
nude and I never even saw her in a pair of shorts.  Except in those damn
dreams.  In those, she wore creamy silk.  It flowed around her body as she
moved, her eyes closed, face lifted to the night sky and her hair flung
away from her back.

     Her hair was dark mahogany that hung now in waves to her small waist.
It looked thick, luxuriously soft and silky.  It shimmered in the sunlight.
I wanted to touch it, run my hands through the silken strands and feel it
on my face.  What the hell?

     Sean, my partner of seven years, came up beside me loosely dressed in
a dark blue robe, and followed my gaze down to the woman that had drawn my
attention.

     I turned my head to look at his hair and realized for the first time,
it was almost the same as hers.  A little lighter maybe, with nice golden
highlights.

     I pulled him to me and put my face into his hair.  It smelled clean,
fresh.  The soft feel of it against my cheek, in my hand, was heaven.  He
was heaven.

     When I looked into the dark blue of his eyes, I could feel myself
falling.  Even after all this time, each day with Sean was new.

     So why was she on my mind?  Invading my dreams?

     "What's she been doing?"

     I drew back and looked at Sean.  He was staring across the street with
the intensity of a cat watching it's prey.

     I groaned.  Not him too.  What was it with this woman?

     He looked up at me.  Searching my eyes for the reasoning behind my
groan and smiled.

     "Did you think it was only you?"

     He reached up and stroked his finger down my cheek.

     "We are one, you and I.  Soul mates to the end."

     His finger ran along my chin and up to my lips.

     "What you desire, I desire."

     What I desired was him.

     Plunging my fingers into his hair, I bent to his face and met him in a
kiss.  I parted his lips, my tongue doing its dance with his, drawing it
into my mouth.  Mint and coffee in his breath.

     I moaned as his hands slid up and down my back, coming to rest on my
ass.  He pulled me into his groin and I came alive.  Oh, I was alive
before, twitching with the excitement only Sean can give me.  But to be
pressed into his rock hard dick, oh yeah, that's living.  The adrenaline
began to flow as the blood left my head and ran screaming to my cock.

     "Think you can spare time for a quickie before work?"

     His mouth was at my ear, licking and tugging at the lobe.

     How long had I been out here?  Oh shit, his tongue is lighting a fire
along my throat.  Gotta get away from the railing, back through the balcony
door, into the bedroom.

     His mouth never leaves my skin as I pull him with me.  He licks along
my shoulder, sliding my shirt to the side as his fingers work at undoing
the buttons, tongue following down my stomach, pausing to dip into my
navel.  When it's completely unbuttoned, he slips his hands in and runs
them down my arms, letting the shirt fall to the floor.  And his fingers
are at my belt.  His hands are magic in their deftness of movement.  Before
I'm aware of it, my slacks are down at my ankles and his mouth has me
engulfed.  I'm in his throat and gasping for breath, my hands returning to
the silk of his hair.

     I can hear the moans that break free from my lips.

     "Oh, Sean.  My, Sean.  Aaaah...SEAN!"

     He holds my hips firm, keeping me from falling as he pulls shot after
shot, swallowing it all.

     Starlight.  Flashes of starlight fill my vision.  And he's back at my
mouth, smothering me with his kisses.  Mint, coffee, and me.

     ***

     I'm still out of breath as I back the car out of the garage.  Before
heading down the street, I glance across at Jenna's house.  She gives a
small wave and I wave back.  Her hair spills over her shoulders when she
bends and brushes at something on her jeans.  As I drive away, I think,
it's something in her eyes.











Sean



     I think it's time we had Jenna over for a visit.  This growing
obsession we have for her needs to be explained.

     Don't get me wrong.  The obsession isn't of a sexual nature.  Sensual,
yes, but not sexual.  It's really rather strange that neither I nor Josh
can seem to get her out of our minds, or our dreams.  It's been that way
since she moved in across the street three months ago.  Now there was an
odd day.

     ***

     "Have you seen the new neighbor yet?"

     Josh was just getting home.  He stripped out of his shirt and slacks
and slipped into a pair of loose shorts before settling in on the sofa.
Hmm, those weren't going to last long.

     "No.  I haven't been home much longer than you.  I hate meetings.
They're such a waste of time."

     He chuckled at my comment and patted his lap.  "That depends on the
meeting."

     No hesitation here.  I bounded right over and straddled him, grinding
my stiff cock into his and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

     "Mmm, butterscotch.  Did you eat that just for me?"

     I knew it wasn't Josh's favorite.  He usually saved them for me.

     "Yeah, I know how much you love that hard sweet stuff."

     The only hard thing I wanted right then was his dick and I let him
know that as I slid down his lap and started to open his shorts with my
teeth.

     A loud crash came to us from outside, followed by a yelp.  A decidedly
feminine yelp.

     We stared at each other for half a second before jumping up and
heading to the door.  What we saw upon opening the door, was a fairly new
pickup with its tailgate down, and what looked to be an old sofa dropped on
its end.  Standing in the bed of the truck was a guy with an exasperated
look staring down and shaking his head.

     We made our way across the street as the guy started in on whoever was
on the other side of the sofa.

     "I told you to watch your step."

     He picked up the end of the sofa still on the pickup and pitched it
off.  The sofa landed and bounced, causing another yelp from someone on the
other side.

     "Hey," Josh shouted.  "What the hell are you doing?"

     He sprinted around the sofa and by the time I got to him, he was
pulling a woman out of the street.

     The guy ignored us and started to toss the contents in the bed of the
truck out onto the ground, muttering something completely unintelligible as
he did.  Leaving me with the woman, Josh jumped up into the truck, picked
the guy up by the back of his shirt and pants, and tossed him out onto the
lawn.

     My Joshua isn't one for preliminary warnings.

     When he started to get up, all Josh had to do was point and say,
"Sit," and he didn't move.

     Josh jumped out of the truck and glared at the guy as he walked back
over to us.  He knelt down at looked at the woman.

     "Are you okay?"

     She was staring up at him with an odd look of recognition in her face.
"Half," she whispered, then turned to me.  The look was still there when
she continued whispering, "And complete."

     Her eyes were the strangest color I'd ever seen.  I'm not even sure
they were a color.  They were almost clear and sparkled with prisms of
color.

     "Excuse me?"

     She looked back at Josh and shook her head.  "I'm sorry.  I must have
hit harder than I thought.  I'm fine, just twisted an ankle and maybe
bruised my tail bone."

     She looked over at the guy sitting on the lawn and back to each of us.
I almost gasped.  Her eyes had changed.  Now they were pale blue, almost
gray.

     "Thank you."

     "So what's his story?" Josh asked, helping her to her feet.

     She sighed and winced a little when she put her weight on her injured
left ankle.  "I guess he didn't like my answer."

     "Your answer?"

     Uh oh, this wasn't going to be good.

     She didn't speak but turned her head away.

     In a low growl, Josh asked, "Is he someone you are likely to run into
again?"

     She shook her head and allowed herself to be lifted and carried to the
porch.

     "Come on, Sean.  Let's do a good deed and help our new neighbor with
her stuff, shall we?"

     Between the two of us, we had the truck unloaded in no time at all.
The guy tossed out, simply sat, pale and wide-eyed, while we worked.  Once
finished, Josh knelt down at his side and whispered into his ear while
grasping his shoulder.  I didn't hear what he said, but by the speed in
which the guy moved afterwards, maybe I didn't want to.

     My Joshua is a big guy, six foot five and two hundred twenty pounds of
solid muscle.  He doesn't have the build of a competition weight lifter,
all bumps and mountains, thank God, but you know he could do damage to you
if he wanted.  Personally, I think he's perfect.  Dirty, blond hair, just
long enough to fasten my fingers into and clear blue eyes, the color of a
summer sky.  He's my golden Adonis.  I could oil him up and slide on him
all day, every day.  But I digress.  The point being, that when he told you
to back off, you didn't argue.

     We spent the rest of the afternoon helping Jenna, our new neighbor,
bring in what hadn't been broken and setting up her house.  I watched her
carefully, looking for the change in her eyes, but they remained that same
blue-gray color.

     That night the dreams started.

     ***

     Josh is only working a half day today, so maybe this would be a good
time to have Jenna over.  It would give us a good six hours of daylight
before I knew she would start getting antsy about getting home.  She
doesn't like being outside in the dark.  Such a strange woman.  She doesn't
seem to be the type to be afraid of the dark, but you never see her outside
in it.

     Except in my dreams.

     It's dark outside and she's dancing, her head thrown back and eyes
closed.  Her fair skin seems to be glowing and at one point her feet
actually lift from the ground.

     I wake up wanting Josh so bad, it hurts, like a part of my soul has
been cut away and the only way to get it back is to have him in me, and
immediately.  I'm guessing he feels the same way because there's absolutely
no prelude to connecting ourselves upon waking.

     I'll give Josh a call in a few minutes and see if he's up for a visit.
I think; the answer is in her eyes.









Joshua



     The sound of my cell stops me dead in my tracks.  `Love is Forever'
plays out, bringing a smile to my lips and a stutter to my heart.
Breathless, I flip it open and sigh.

     "Miss me already?"

     "Every second of every day that you're not in my arms."

     His voice is so smooth.  I can feel it flow into me, starting at the
tips of my toes and fingers; it moves directly to my heart and curls itself
around, wrapping me up safe and warm.  Heaven.  I just want to close my
eyes and breathe him in.

     "Joshua?  Are you there?"

     "Yeah.  Just forgot where I was for a second.  What's up?  Besides my
dick."

     Laughter on the other side of the phone.  I swear that boy of mine has
a funny bone a mile long.  He starts giggling at the oddest of times.  But
I love the sound of his laugh.  It makes the day bright even in the middle
of a storm.

     Walking into the building, I nod at the receptionist as I make my way
to the elevator.  She grins up at me and waves.  Once in the elevator, with
the button for the fourth floor pushed, I lean back against the wall and
close my eyes.  Sean's laughter has subsided to giggles.

     "Sean?"

     "Sorry Josh.  I was just thinking about the look on Mona's face seeing
you with that big bulge in your pants.  Then I couldn't help but think
about her name, Mooaana."

     The giggles start up again.

     "Uuuggh, I'm gonna have to more careful what I say to you."

     I can hear him take a deep breath to force himself to regain his
composure.  As he blows it out, I feel myself twitch and look down.  Shit,
that's not going to be easy to hide.

     "Josh, I was thinking we should have Jenna over today."

     The doors to the elevator open and I glance about the hallway quick
before stepping out.  My office isn't far, so I make a dash to the door and
slip in before my state of mind is clear to all present.

     "Maybe it's time we talked to her about what's been going on with us."

     "Meaning?"

     "You know.  The dreams, the way she's always on our minds, this
obsession with her eyes.  She's...she's...I don't know what she is, but
this isn't normal."

     I could hear an uncharacteristic strain in his voice and immediately
my heart began to hurt.  I wanted to run from the building, get back in my
car and race home to him.

     "Sean, calm down.  Please.  If you want to have her over then we'll
have her over.  Whatever you want."

     A long sigh on the other end.

     "I'm okay Josh.  I just...We've got to stop this, or at least find out
why it's happening."

     "I'm with you, love.  Do you need me to stop for anything on the way
home?"

     "No.  I'm gonna go across and ask Jenna to come by about 1:00.  You
should be home by then, right?"

     "I'll make sure I am.  I love you, Sean."

     "Yeah, I know.  I love you too, Josh.  Can't wait 'til you're home."

     "Me too."

     He was right.  We did need to find out what was up with Jenna.

     My attention falls on the employee files sitting in the middle of my
desk and I groan.  Letting two more go, tossing them to the wind.  Ain't
life grand.

     Somehow I get through the next three hours without losing control and
sprinting back to Sean.  Once in the car, I pop in a cd and drive with half
my mind wandering, remembering the day I met Sean.

     ***

     A bright afternoon day on the beach.  Being a weekday it wasn't
crowded, so I didn't have to weave around people as I ran.  I was in a set
pace, mind wandering in my own little world when I saw him walking through
the surf, fresh from a hard swim.  Sun bronzed and glistening with salt
water.  I stumbled as my eyes ran over his lean swimmer's form resting on
the thick outline of his cock through his swimwear.  He shook the water
from his hair and I felt my heart skip a beat.  I stopped running, or more
accurately stumbling, and watched him walk to his towel and sink down to
lie on his back.

     I don't know how long I stood there staring before I felt a hand rest
on my shoulder.  I jumped and turned to face a girl of about nineteen.  She
had on the red swimwear that the life guards in the area wore and sported a
friendly smile.

     "Quite fetching, isn't he?"

     I just stared at her until she started to laugh.

     "Come on, big guy.  I'll introduce you."

     My face must have taken on a look of horror because she gently rested
her hand on my arm and spoke so only I could hear her.

     "Look, if I'm wrong I apologize but from the way you were staring, my
guess is that you are interested.  Am I wrong?"

     "Umm.  No?"

     "Is that a question?  Don't you know what you want?"

     "No, I mean, yes.  I know what I want."

     "Then what are you afraid of?"

     My eyes went back to the spot where he still lay.

     "I thought so."  She started to pull me then stopped short.  "Uh oh,
trouble."

     Not too far up on the beach, three guys in suits were walking toward
the object of my affections.

     "They never quit."

     Letting go of my arm, she raised her hands and began to yell and
point.

     "Sean, take a swim."

     He sat up, glanced where she pointed and proceeded to get his legs
tangled in his towel as he tried to get to his feet.

     I was moving before I realized it and got to his side just as one of
them reached out to grab his arm.  Inserting myself between him and them, I
merely shoved and they fell over each other.  Domino effect.

     "Not today," I growled and picked up Sean's towel.

     They just sat there in shock.  I looked up toward the railing,
separating the beach from the parking area, when I heard a man's laughter.
This one wasn't in a suit, but still seemed a little out of place for the
beach.  He nodded to me then looked down at the men still at my feet.

     "May I have a word?"

     I glanced back at the water.  Sean stood at the edge, feet in the
surf, with the girl.

     "Please, I won't take much of your time.  Only a minute or two."

     The guys I'd knocked down were standing up and brushing the sand from
their pants.  They looked down at Sean then glared at me before turning and
heading back to the railing.

     I waited until they were on the walkway and decided to find out what
was going on.  When I got to him, the fourth guy leaned on the railing and
looked down at me.

     "You're quite a bull aren't you?"

     I said nothing.  In my experience, silence gained you much more
respect than answers.

     He sighed and looked out at Sean.

     "We only want to talk to him.  Tell him the time is drawing short for
an answer.  I'm staying at the Laguna Cliffs.  Have him call me."

     He handed me a slip of paper with a phone number on it.

     "It's important that he get this taken care of."

     With that last statement, he left.

     When I turned back to the ocean, Sean stood alone, facing the water.
His arms were crossed at his chest and shoulders slumped in defeat.  I
wanted to pull him into my arms, cradle him against my chest, and protect
him from whatever the world was throwing at him.

     His hair had dried into loose curls and I reached my fingers into them
when I walked up behind him.  He flinched, but didn't pull away.

     "He said to tell you the time is drawing short for an answer and gave
me a phone number for you to call."

     He nodded and gave a broken sigh.

     "Your name is Sean?"

     "Yeah."  He turned and looked up into my eyes.  "Sean Matthews."

     I was lost.  In his dark blue eyes, I saw my future, the other half of
my soul.

     "Joshua Emery."

     Ignoring his outstretched hand, I pulled him close and met his lips in
the first of many kisses to come.  He was resistant for a couple seconds
then melted into my embrace, parting his lips and entering my mouth with
his tongue.  We stood there tasting, searching, exploring each other's
mouths, bodies pressed hard against the other.  Everything around us
disappeared in my mind.  All there was, was him and me.

     "Guys."

     A small voice at my ear.

     "Guys!"

     My head snapped up and I took a deep breath.  It was the girl.

     "Not here."

     She grabbed Sean's towel from my hand and started to wrap it around
his waist.

     "Man, you guys are lucky it's me here and not Allison or Rob."  She
looked around as she spoke.  "Family beach, Sean, family beach.  Take your
friend home."

     Slowly, I came back to my senses.  The first thing that came to my
mind was a severe ache in my groin.  I was packed hard as a rock in my
jock.  Oh shit, that was going to make it difficult to walk.  The second
thing I noticed was Sean's cock sticking up past the waist band of his
speedo's.  I wanted to drop to my knees in that instant, but was waylaid by
a tiny hand.

     "Back off mister.  I'm not losing my job or letting you two get hauled
off today."

     "Mandy?  What?  Joshua?"

     Okay, so the girl's name is Mandy.  Got it.

     "Oh, you've got it bad, Sean."  She tucked the towel in at his waist.
"Maybe it should be him taking you home.  I don't think you can drive."

     She sure seemed to know Sean well.  I stared at her as she ran her
hands along Sean's face.

     "Sean, baby, you okay?"

     Just who the hell was this girl to him?  I watched him blink a couple
of times, then focus in on her face and smile.  That smile just about
turned me into a puddle on the sand.

     "It's him, Mandy.  It's really him."

     My heart skipped again.  Shit, I've gotta get him out of here before I
keel over from coronary failure.

     "Yeah, baby, I know.  Now go on.  Get outta here."

     She started to walk away but stopped and rested her hand on my arm.
"Hey."

     "Josh."

     "Josh.  Now that you've found each other.  Take care of him for me,
okay?  He's...a special catch.  There's no one in the world like him."

     I watched her as she walked away and thought, I bet there's no one in
the world like you either.

     I felt Sean's hand slip into mine and looked into his eyes.  Family
beach.  I took him home.

     ***

     I pull into the garage at 11:45 and rush into the house, barely
pausing to close the garage door.  All I want is Sean.  An all-consuming
need for him burns through my flesh, my mind, my soul.  I want to sink
myself into him, blend with him.  He is the other half to my soul and I
need to be one.

     I'm frantic when I don't find him in the house and find myself almost
wailing, calling out for him.  "Sean.  Sean, where are you?  Sean!"

     He runs in the front door and sprints up the stairs, into my arms and
presses his mouth to mine.  I don't how the clothes came off but come off
they did and in him I become one.