Chapter 1
The Hidden Haven is a place tucked away, secluded from the normal hustle and bustle of the Gaian world. It is a place you can come and go as you please a place to meet and reconnect with your friends. Some call it home, some call it a secret and others call it a place for love to blossom. It is such a place that this story begins, and it all starts with a young man named Poccy...
Les P r i n c e or Poccy stayed late this night, enjoying some rather light conversation of some rather naughty topics with the almost poster-board couple of the HH, Mara and Vee. He enjoyed talking to them because they all seemed to click on that ever important friendly level, though from time to time…there was the air that he was less like a friend, and more like a third wheel. The couple bid their farewells, a pleasantry with a touch of promises for tomorrow, and hand-in-hand seemed to float away from the table on lovebird wings.
Taking advantage of the opened seats, Poccy swung his legs up in a mighty motion and rested them squarely in the middle, the tiny nightmare anklet wings fluttering about his ankles in a slight burst as he settled into his new pose. There were few people in the Haven at the moment, people who notoriously hung around and got conversations going in the deep of the night. He enjoyed the momentary quiet that came over the inn, closing his eyes and taking in a long and savoring breath.
Of course this was brief.
Suit burst through the large Haven doors, already laughing, at what could only modestly be described as loud, the remnants of a cigarette smoldering at his lips. Spitting the butt out in into a nearby trash bin, Suit shouldered up to the modest bar and ordered a glass of water, something to ease his throat. He noted there were few people in the Haven tonight, but it wasn’t something that bothered him. Suit’s water was cool and fresh, and he took the moment behind his clear glass mug to survey the rest of the room. Each person came distorted and looked like they just walked out of a house of mirrors, bringing gurgling giggles through the water as Suit tried to keep a straight face while drinking.
Except for one…
Poccy felt the eyes rest on him, the eyes that were full of mirth and energy, the eyes that hid behind eye patches and goggles. He allowed himself to open one of his own, a quick return of a glance at Suit complete with a raised eyebrow. As the second opened and focused on Suit, he saw the man raise his glass in acknowledgement, an appreciation. Poccy nodded and closed his eyes again, the greeting complete, and returned to his thoughts.
BANG!! The mug came down on the table, and Poccy jumped a little in his seat, eyes flaring open in wide terror.
“Whatsa matter, you can’t even say hello to me? All I get is a mysterious eyebrow movin’?”
Suit laughed and sat opposite Poccy, grinning wolfishly before taking another swig of his water.
“I didn’t really feel like talkin’ at the moment Suit, I was kind of hoping for some peace and quiet.”
Poccy sighed and straightened his posture, cracking his back with practiced ease,
“And I know how ‘peace and quiet’ isn't really your forte.”
Suit bent his face into a mock frown, with his eyes pleading and his mouth quivering ever so slightly. Then he winked, sticking out the tip of his tongue in the process, and descended into another bout of laughter. He stood, and before Poccy could raise a protest, leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Have it your way Tiger, but I’ll be back”
Winking again, Suit turned heel and made his way out of the inn, shaking his hips and making maraca noises. Poccy still sat there, dumbfounded but not overly displeased. He reached a hand to his cheek to feel the lingering effects of Suit’s bold lips. What was this?
Poccy twisted his mouth up into a puzzled frown, standing slowly and deliberately, and made his own way to the door. The walk home was spent in a daze, he could barely find the right crystal to take home. Moments before his hand reached the polished doorknob, Poccy came to a decision. He would have to confront Suit tomorrow, find out what heck his friend was thinking, what he was doing...
Chapter 2
Soon enough day leaked into the inky black of the night, the sunrise painting the world a brilliant orange red. The light permeated Poccys room with an unmistakable vigor, managing to shine right into his eyes—thus ruining any chances of a late day. That of course implying Poccy enjoyed sleeping in, which would have been a lie. In fact when he felt the warmth against his skin, Poccy sprang to life—stretching and running his fingers through his bed-head hair.
With a spring in his step, Poccy bounded to the bathroom to give his face a nice wash. The water was cool and refreshing, and helped clear away any lingering cobwebs that may have been littering his mind. The face in the mirror was once of determination and resolve, he would confront Suit today—not in a yelling or angry sort of way, but with a question. Why? Why had he taken that step, given him that kiss? Poccy shook his head vigorously, hearing the lingering beads of water fly off his skin and slap to the tiles below.
Suit was already in the Haven, playing a game of pool with Whispy, carrying on a rather loud conversation about this and that. He kept a careful eye on the main door as he played, angling his body so that he never quite lost sight of it. Biting his tongue, Suit sank the striped 5 ball into the opposite corner pocket and tried not to look distracted by his racing thoughts.
Poccy took a deep breath and gave the Haven doors one last, good long stare before he pushed his weight into it. Laughter and warm feelings greeted him, that special feeling only Haven could give. He scanned the room, eyes bouncing from face to face, looking for Suit. Queeny and Kia attempted to catch his wandering eye, waving their hands frantically and gesturing towards their table. Poccy returned their looks with a smile, holding a hand up to let them know he’d be there soon enough…to hold their horses. There! He caught Suit’s eye and watched them widen sharply, and then settle into sly slits.
Squaring his shoulders and balling his hands into fists, Poccy made quick steps across the inn’s floor, he would get his answer today. Sensing the incoming awkwardness, Whispy hung his pool stick on the wall and patted Suit on the shoulder,
“Good luck man,” he whispered and slipped away to the bar.
“You’ve got some explaining to do Suit,” Poccy said matter-of-factly, placing both hands against the rim of the pool table, leaning his weight on it.
“Explain what? It was just a friendly peck!” Suit laughed and hung his own pool stick on the wall, turning his back to Poccy. He didn't mean to sound too harsh, but Suit wasn't sure of just how "friendly" the kiss really was anymore.
“Unless you didn’t think it was.”
Poccy held his breath, biting his lip. Was it something more? Why was this a big deal to him? He shook his head and tried to break away from the doubt.
“Ohohoho, Poccy’s not talking to me eh?” Suit turned back around, sauntering close to Poccy and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“If it means that much to you…”
Poccy opened his mouth, ready to snap back with a reply, that they were only friends—t hat they would only ever be friends…but he was met with the sweet, warm lips of Suit. For several moments they stood together, locked through this single connection. Endorphins flooded Poccy, the pleasure of this moment indescribable.
He broke away first, opening his eyes and letting out a soft breath. Suit gazed back at him, his eyes bright and alive. Poccy almost spoke again, but decided against it and leaned in for a gentler, short kiss on Suit’s lips. It was something more, Poccy was sure of it.
Chapter 3
“I guess you’re not angry with me anymore?” Suit’s voice was hushed, almost lost in the drowning noise of the Haven.
Poccy shook his head, his lips tightly pressed together in an attempt to keep the memory of Suit fresh there. He grabbed Suit’s hand and pulled him across the room, through those wooden entrance doors that had stared him down only moments ago, and around to the back of the Inn. It was only there that Poccy let go of Suit’s wrist, wringing his hands together in thought.
“I need to make sure…” his voice was quiet and strong, eyes downcast at his hands weaving together in a cyclical motion.
Here behind the back of Haven, these fresh faced men again met in the mouth, with Poccy bringing his own lips to Suit, feeling their bodies pressed against each other. He ran his hands down Suit’s back, feeling every curve of this man, every inch of his skin. Their tongues dancing in opposite mouths, eyes closed and yet still seeing fireworks. Every inch of their bodies screaming in the face of such obvious chemistry between them, the primal heat aching in their very bones.
Poccy could feel Suit’s own hands exploring his own body, across the chest, every curve of his sculpted abdomen. He could feel the hands wrap around his back, warm and gentle as they gripped both cheeks and then came around to the front, to his upper thighs. Normally Poccy would have pushed away, would have said that even if this was real...not to be so fast. But here, today, he seemed to urge the roaming hands on, to explore every inch of his body in a passionate pursuit of understanding.
Then they were two again, the connection broken but not forgotten. Poccy still held Suit in his arms, feeling the other man’s own wrapped around his waist. Even his pants felt a touch tighter. There was no need to confirm it any more, there was no doubt. There wasn’t even a need to amend his last words…this kiss had proven to be the most powerful evidence, who could deny it?
Poccy leaned bent his neck, leaning his head into Suit’s chest and let out a sigh.
“I think I love you Suit.”
Suit looked down, smiling, and cupped one of Poccy’s butt cheeks in his hand, giving it a possessive squeeze. There was no other place Suit wanted to be, but behind that inn and with that man, his man.
“I think I love you too Poccy.”
They joined again, now in a loving hug—the embers of their passionate flame still smoldering strongly. Holding hands they made their way back to the front of Haven, walking as if in a haze of happiness. As they entered they floated over to the bar, each ordering their own celebratory drink to salute their newfound happiness.
As they waited for their drinks, they shared a short and sweet smooch, grasping each other’s hands tightly. So enveloped they were, they barely saw Queeny and Mara swap looks over the lover birds. They whispered for a few moments, waggling eyebrows and nodding heads, before finally Queeny cupped her hands and yelled across the room,
“Well it’s about time boys!”
Chapter 4
They left the inn with good spirits and a spring in their step, fingers interlaced and palms warm as they held hands like a proper couple. Poccy felt a pang of sadness when they arrived at Suit's door, knowing that they would part here. He mustered up his best puppy dog eyes, a small smile playing at his lips. But Suit swept in, planting a small kiss on Poccy's forehead.
"As much as I would love to...give it some time."
The comment sunk deep with Poccy, the words seeming alien coming from Suit. Where was the--
Poccy's thoughts where interrupted by a squeeze of his shoulder and the slam of the wooden door behind him. He stood there for several moments, silent.
Suit let out his breath quietly, feeling his own pants tight and uncomfortable around his groin. Poccy was too sweet for them to move so fast...Suit cared too much for him. Why risk loosing what they had just found by forcing himself upon him? It was almost too much to bear. Suit stumbled to his living room, kicking off his shoes and loosening the belt holding up his pants. The thought of Poccy was burning him up, the flames licking at his genitals in an unparalleled lust.
Outside Poccy slowly made his way down the stone walkway, each step away from the house a sentence to a night alone, pining for his knight in shining armor. He too felt the wily devil of passion knocking around in his head, whispering for him to turn around, to knock down that door and take Suit.
The towel was laid down with the utmost care possible, the pants and boxers strewn on the floor. Suit took another look at the lone picture of Poccy he had, a candid shot from the beach--shirtless and laughing. Suit bit his lip and massaged his erection, feeling the warm, stiff cock in the palm of his hand.
Poccy stopped, clenching his hands into hard fists.
"No...I love him dammit and I know what I want."
Turning on his heel, Poccy ran up to the door, bursting it open with a mighty thrust of his leg. He called out Suit's name, running through the house. He followed the fallen clothing, finding his love naked below the waist.
"You can' start without me!"
Suit's eyes flung open, looking up at the cheerful face of Poccy, almost prematurely cumming over himself. Poccy stripped quickly, standing naked in front of the man who he loved, the man with which he wanted to share his body--and dammit he was going to have tonight!
"Didn't know you were so stubborn!" Suit placed both hands behind his head, attempting a casual atmosphere.
"Where did you ever get that?"
"From you Suit...from you."
"Well," Suit grinned wolfishly, "That won't be the only thing you get from me tonight."
Grabbing Poccy's hand, Suit led him through his house, throwing him down on the bed down the hall. He went straight for the lips, catching them in a passionate kiss while stroking Poccy's own genitals, Suit's erection pressed against his abdomen. They became one in that bedroom, naked wrestling of love and passion that shook the heavens and woke the neighbors as they moaned, sighed and yelled each other's names.
By morning they were asleep in the other's arms, quiet and soft--the contrast to last night's loud and rough love encounter. Even in their dreams, smiles played upon their lips with thoughts of what the future held for them.
But now, in this present, they had each other...and that was enough.
FIN
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