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Into the Light

 

 

 

 

27. Nothing Compares To You

Oh... it's beautiful!

I simply have to stop and marvel at it for a while before going in. At the newly plastered walls of a wonderful, warm yellow. At the wide staircase, its cracked stones replaced and rusted railings polished and painted. The handsome double doors, their carved ornaments cleaned and lacquered into an understated shine. Higher up I can see some half-naked men who are busy giving the finishing touches to the copper roof. No wonder they all are sporting a very deep tan - I don't envy them their job at all. It must be hot as hell up there, breeze or no breeze.

Yes, this sure is a worthy place for the Dirna Dance Theater. And it feels wonderful to see for myself that the brief vision I had when I first saw the decrepit, abandoned school really could be turned into reality. Even more wonderful that the reality could be this pretty...

Inside, the air is pleasantly cool - ah, the benefits of thick stone walls! The selfsame stone walls also effectively hold all sounds inside, but not so effectively that I wouldn't be able to find my way to the correct room simply by listening to the rhythm of a drum. There, right there they are, behind this door - yes, I can hear Rith's voice and the thumping of steps before I see a thing, and my heart begins to beat in the same rhythm. I peek in, and immediately several heads whip around.

"Look who's there!"

"Wow, it's Toni!"

"Hey, man, you're back..."

They stop and beam, I beam back and - hey, wait a minute. Just wait - a - minute... "Where's Rashim?" My insides take a flip.

Rith sighs. "At home - I hope."

"Oh, he is at home," Thesh puts in, eager as always. "I've made sure."

"At home?" My heart is definitely trying to jump out of my throat. "Why? What the hell has happened? Is he ill?"

"Hey, take it easy! You look like you were going to faint!" Rith shakes her head. "Nothing serious, he's just hurt his ankle. But I'm absolutely not letting him train with an injury, with the first night so close and all. No, I've ordered him to let it rest for a few days."

She pats me on the back. "Honestly, Toni, breathe in a couple of times! He's going to be perfectly all right by the end of this week."

I try to stop my hands from shaking. "Goddamn it, you sure gave me a fright! I would've thought that nothing could keep him away from here."

"Well, I threatened to spank him if I catch him lurking around." Rith shrugs. "And Thesh here has been an excellent watchdog, making sure that he actually obeys me!"

Thesh preens a little, and despite the hollow feeling of simultaneous relief and worry I almost reach out to ruffle his linen-blonde hair. I bet he'd bite my fingers off if I did that, though. And besides...

"I - uh - I'm sorry, guys, it's great to see you all, but you understand -"

"Oh, get going already!" Beny slaps me on the shoulder, grinning broadly. "We'll have a welcome party for you later. Just tell Rashim he'd better get back soon."

I feel a tad guilty as I rush out once more, but I'm sure they'll forgive me. Didn't even greet them properly... but this is more important now. Infinitely so.

The way from the new Dance Theater to Rashim's place seems endless. And to top it all, I haven't been running for four months, especially not in this climate. Working out indoors, however hard, just isn't the same thing. Which means that I'm sweaty and out of breath by the time I climb the familiar stairs and knock on the door, trying not to pant too loud.

"It's not locked." My baby sounds bored and grumpy. I tiptoe in and peer around the corner. Good gods, there he is. More beautiful than ever, even sprawled across the bed with a bandage around his left ankle. "And what're you doing here this early, anyway?"

"Couldn't wait any longer," I tell him and he sits up as if stung, eyes going huge. "I wonder who it was you were expecting?"

"Toni!" He shakes his head, lips pulling into an incredulous smile. "Toni, you're back!"

"Don't you try to get up!" I leap to kneel down on the bed beside him, and that's where the last self-restraint flies out of the window, both his and mine. His arms wrap around me at the speed of a lightning, he pulls me close, I lose my balance, we tumble down on the bed into a very undignified tangle of legs and arms and bodies. Rashim makes a little squeak - of pain, I fear - but I have no opportunity to ask what it was, if I hurt his ankle or what, because then our lips press together. And it's totally impossible to even try to speak when there are two tongues in my mouth, especially as one of them belongs to Rashim who sure knows what to do with it and who doesn't have speaking on his agenda for the moment.

We roll about on the already messy bed - obviously he hasn't bothered to make it for a few days, naughty boy - and kiss until we're both gasping for air. Rashim is laughing and hugging me close, fingers in my hair, green eyes shining. He's divine. He's stunning. He's totally gorgeous, and he's mine.

I manage to get on top of him so that I have him pinned on his back. "Rashim, love, are you all right? What's with your foot?"

"I just sprained it." He sighs, eyes closing for a moment. "It'll be all right in a day or two. I've been just languishing here and getting bored out of my head, 'cause Rith told me -"

"That she'd spank you if you don't do as she says." I nod. "And that's exactly right. You mustn't be on the sick list on the night of the opening gala!"

"I've been good," he mumbles, body undulating underneath me. He's trying to rub against me but I won't let him, not yet. "Haven't been outside for three days, Thesh has been shopping for me and all. And I'm bored!"

"Don't your parents live in the city, too?" Damn, he's getting really persuasive.

"Didn't want to alarm them." Rashim squirms some more, and I have to close my eyes to stay at least moderately in control of myself. "Mum would just worry so much... Toni, I've missed you!"

"And I've missed you, Rashim!" Gods, I can't take this any longer...

Rashim's catty eyes widen, his lips part in surprise when I crawl fully on top of him, chest on chest, hips on hips. He grabs my waist with both hands. "Toni... oh gods, Toni!" He grinds against me, greedy and almost not believing what he's feeling. "My Toni..."

His hand is in my pants, it caresses and squeezes my erection and feels so fantastic that I could cry for sheer pleasure. He's surprised and excited, Rashim my love, and almost in tears just like me. This is fantastic. This is what I've been dreaming about, ever since the morning back in Uman when I woke up from a heated dream of you with a very solid hard-on...

Of course my luck held to the very last. Of course my body should finally decide that I'd been a good boy long enough exactly when I was far away from you, my gorgeous lover. But now I'm here, and I truly enjoy seeing how you bite your lips, hearing your low moans, feeling your sure touch on my cock and the way it throbs and twitches in response. It's turning you on and making you so hot, baby, and I just don't want this to end, ever.

Rashim's smile is ecstatic, his face playful and concentrated at the same time. I lick off a tiny drop of sweat from his upper lip, he bites me a little and then sucks on my tongue. Oh, that kiss makes my balls go tight.

"Fuck me, Toni." His voice is breathless. "Fuck me, now."

"Must be careful... of your foot," I pant, then I have to groan when Rashim grabs my ass and squeezes me so tight that I see stars.

"Fuck me," he growls, "not my foot!"

I can't help laughing at that and he gives me a devilish grin, wiggles lower and clamps his lips around my nipple. Okay, so he's lithe and supple and flexible as a willow, and damn strong too, but it's still a little unfair that on top of all that he knows my weak points so goddamn well... It's damn hard to find that elusive little bottle of oil when my eyes are crossing no matter what I do, but I manage it nevertheless. The things one can do when one really wants to....

I forget everything about the bandaged ankle when he finally wraps his legs around me and I push slowly inside, hear his breath hiss, hear those throaty moans and feel a shiver go through him. We've both wanted this so much. He likes being fucked, and at last I can give him that pleasure.

And I'm not sure if having sex has ever felt like this... no, scratch that, I know it hasn't. Not even with Chaim, even though I did really love him. But there was always something a little desperate in that love, and besides I was such a kid back then. Now I'm a few years older and a lot wiser. I know what I want, what I like, and so does Rashim. Why make things so complicated, when all we want is each other? It's so simple, really, so fantastically simple.

Rashim arches underneath me, mouth opening in a soundless groan as he climaxes and pulls me with him. Sweat glistens on his bare skin - oh, so we have shed our clothes at some point? My eyes drift closed as I brace myself on tottery arms above Rashim, relishing the way my cock is still pumping, deep inside him. You're so tight, baby. So sweet.

He grunts in protest as I pull out at last and plop down next to him. Oh, we're going to be totally glued to each other once all this mess dries... Rashim's arm snakes across my stomach to squeeze a little.

"Welcome home, Toni," he mutters, lazily nuzzling my jaw.

Laughter rolls irresistibly out, I'm shaking and chuckling as Rashim drapes himself around me. He's slick and hot and mussed and just doesn't want to stop kissing me. Which is fine, because I don't want to let go of him any more. Not for a single minute if I can avoid it.

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