Neel

The lunch was good, really good. We had chicken tikka masala and nan. The setup of this room was different from outside. Instead of table and chair, it was a table with thick mattress and pillows of all four side of the table. And he wasn’t lying about the warmness of the room. It was really warm and with mattress and pillows it was so warm that I wasn’t in intention to leave after we finished.

He made a smiling face when he stood and I fall down on the mattress and stretch.

“Come on, don’t we have to go?” he asked.

“Its so cosy and warm in here, I don’t want to leave” I replied.

He gave me his hand to stand and I took it. It was still early evening so we again decided to stroll along the shore. We talked just shit, games, movies, and what to do when we will hang out next time. When I took a closer look, I could see his light beard, I guess he shaved three to four days ago. I just shaved mine today when were getting ready for today. And then I had an instant urge to feel his beard. To feel those very small and pointy hairs on my fingers which are now less visible with passing time as the sun was setting down. Which I threw deep down as fast it came up.

After a long stroll we decided to get back to bus stop as we don’t want to miss the last bus for us. But since we strolled a little far away, by the time we came near to bus stop it was already 7:15. We switched on our flashlights in our phone as the streetlights near the bus stop were not on. At first, we thought we are either past bus stop or still long way to go, but then little long stretch of night, the single bulb within the bus stop was on so we were relieved that we didn’t miss it.

“It’s 7:15pm, we are on time, the next bus will be here in at least 15 minutes.” He said while we were approaching the bus stop. He was walking ahead of me and then what got into me I don’t know, I took his hand from behind, and now I started walking ahead, with his hand in my hand.

“What are you doing?” I caught him off guard as he doesn’t know what’s happening. Instead of going in front of bus stop, I took him behind, his back facing the back of bus stop and I in front of him. My hand leaving his hand I hold his neck and brought my face in front of him. But I stopped, my face in front of his, my lips in front of his, but I stopped.

Subconsciously I was waiting for either an approval or his jerking off from my grip, but when he neither removed himself from my grip nor he said to stop, I kissed him. And he reciprocated. His hands on my waist, holding me in the positing. I took his upper lip first then lower and then lower. He let me have the motion of the kiss at the same time reciprocated which just rushed blood in my whole body and down there too. I was now again warm even being in sea side during winter.

When I broke the kiss, for which I don’t know how much time passed, I kissed his left cheek and my lips said hi to those pointy beards which are growing again after shaving. Then I started rubbing my clean-shaven skin to his beard which gave totally scratching sensation which I was here for.

“Your mouth tastes like chicken and skin cold as hell.” Hearing this I laughed so did he.

We heard a distant horn, and we both knew the bus was coming. We now came in front of bus stop, and the bus arrived and we boarded it. I was the one to board first and I took a seat in which both the seats were empty. Dharm asks the bus conductor, “Why aren’t streetlights switched on?”

“They need to get repaired, but no one is repairing them.”

“Well, I do hope those gets fixed.” He says while shaking his head in no motion which made me laugh. He came and sat next to me.

“Want to listen some music?” he pulls out his earphone and his mobile and passes me a bud.

“Sure” I took one and put it in my ear and the bus starts.