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The shooting shook Awa'atlu. No one could believe that in such a peaceful town, an attacker could break into the school and open fire on students.
The entire community was deeply moved. All the residents mourned the victims and their families. Many weeks passed before they returned to a sense of normalcy, but nothing was the same. The once-fabulous area, with beautiful beaches and lush vegetation, was now gray. People no longer merrily strolled around the area, no longer spent entire days in the water. They were frightened and paranoid.
Awa'atlu would always be different.
"You know the sessions are pointless if you don't start talking?"
Because they weren't? He didn't need a damn psychologist. His parents had gotten it into their heads that he needed help and forced him to get it. He could have handled it on his own.
"What can I say?" he shrugged with feigned indifference.
"How are you feeling?" the woman replied. She twirled the pen in her hand. Her fingers itched to fill the blank page in front of her.
"I feel like shit." A bitter snort escaped his lips. "I lost my boyfriend three months ago. What am I supposed to tell you? About how I miss him every day? About how every time I play a match I look for him in the crowd, only to be reminded he's gone? Is that what you want to hear?" The psychologist's neutral face drove Ao'nung crazy. She could have reacted somehow, even grimaced. For Eywa's sake, let this woman have some human reflexes.
"It's not about what I want, it's about what you want."
The boy's loud sigh echoed through the room. All he wanted at that moment was to go home so he could curl up in his bed. He closed his eyes, unable to look at the white walls adorned with colorful posters about mental health. He wasn't sick. Surely it was completely normal for him to be grieving?
"I wish all this hadn't happened." His fists clenched. He would have preferred to take the bullet himself. If only he'd been nearby. "I wish I didn't blame anyone, because I know the only one to blame was that bastard, but I just can't." The woman was clearly having trouble hearing his whisper.
"Who are you blaming?" She began scribbling on a piece of paper. This only irritated Ao'nung more.
"No one I should. The bodyguards, Lo'ak, Spider, Tsireya." That's so stupid. He felt terrible that he couldn't look at them without anger.
"Why are you blaming them?" she asked, as if she couldn't stop prodding.
"You know, Neteyam, his brother Lo'ak, and Tsireya hid in one of the empty classrooms when the alarm went off. They shouldn't have left, but Lo'ak said they had to find Spider. Sully's is his foster family, and I heard they wanted to adopt him later this year, but that's not important." He shook his head. "He was wandering around the hallway, and they went looking for him, then Neteyam got shot. I don't know how, but they managed to get back to the classroom where my sister was. She tried to revive Neteyam." Tears blurred his vision. "It's not their fault, but sometimes I think that if Lo'ak hadn't come up with that stupid idea, Spider had hidden somewhere earlier, and Tsireya had tried harder, maybe things would have been different. Stupid, right?" Ao'nung looked at the psychologist, expecting a judgmental expression, which he didn't find. "Neteyam wouldn't want me to think that way."
The woman began to write quickly, as if she were glad they were finally moving things forward.
"What are you doing?" He frowned. He wasn't mentally ill, so much to talk about.
"Notes." Why? He was completely normal. "Do you have any activities that help you clear your mind?" The woman looked away, changing the subject.
"Football practice, I like swimming, sailing, although I haven't done it in a while." - The last time he went to sea was about a year ago? If not longer.
"Maybe this is a good opportunity to rekindle an old hobby?"
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He didn't want to admit that it was the psychologist who had suggested he return to sailing. After all, his parents would find out they were right to sign him up for the sessions. So he simply pretended it was his idea.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was beating down pleasantly, the wind was gentle, and the water was calm. Everything was perfect, as if the world wanted Ao'nung to have at least a little pleasure.
"You don't have to lecture me, I remember how to steer." The boy rolled his eyes at his father's advice.
Tonowari was afraid to let his son go alone for many reasons. One was the long break; in that amount of time, many things could be forgotten. Even though the waves were small, you never knew if the sea would suddenly turn rough. More importantly, he didn't want Ao'nung to be surrounded only by his own thoughts. Who knew what would come to mind.
"And how do you tie knots?"
"Too." The teenager sighed loudly. There was no need to care for him like a small child.
"If anything happens, if you feel unwell, or if the water becomes unstable, call me immediately, understood?" Tonowari grabbed his son's arm in that firm, fatherly way.
"Eywa, I know." He shook the man's hand off. Why was everyone so sensitive? "I just want to sail a little." He stepped aboard the boat, which rocked slightly under the sudden weight. It wasn't big, maybe enough for two people. It had a white sail that matched the light wood floor. There was an engine at the back, just in case. "If you don't hear from me in two hours, worry. Is that okay?" he said, seeing his father's worried expression. Tonowari usually looked menacing because of his appearance. He was broad-shouldered and tall, with tattoos on his face. A warm smile always softened the whole impression, but now he looked sad.
"Okay," he agreed. "Just please don't sail too far from shore."
Tonowari only received an eye roll instead of an answer. He would have stayed on the beach watching his son if he hadn't had something to do at work.
The man stepped away from the sailboat, giving it space.
He watched with regret as Ao'nung drifted away, sailing deeper into the sea.
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This was what he'd been missing. The salty scent surrounded him on all sides, pleasantly teasing his nose. The wind ruffled his hair, which he'd deliberately let loose so he could fly through it freely. And the sun burned every exposed inch of skin. He loved it.
Ao'nung was finally in his element. Surrounded by water, he could feel alive again. That adrenaline rushed through him the further he got from shore and the stronger the wind. The bigger and bigger waves made the boat rock harder and harder, creating a funny feeling in his stomach.
He smiled for the first time in three months. Ao'nung was happy, again. Maybe that psychologist wasn't so stupid. Returning to his old hobby actually managed to take his mind off Neteyam, at least for a moment.
Contact with the water did him good. Ao'nung could focus on observing the foam created by the waves, which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
Ao'nung glanced back when he realized the sea was churning.
"Fuck," he cursed when he couldn't see the shore. The sudden happiness consumed him so completely that he didn't even realize how far he'd sailed.
The boy immediately tried to turn around, but the strong wind effectively prevented him, pushing the boat deeper into the sea. Water poured onto the deck, drenching him. Realizing he couldn't cope alone, he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket. He immediately dialed his father's number, feeling his heart pound.
Waiting for the man to answer, Ao'nung looked around. The dark clouds gathering in the sky, obscuring his blue, only caused more panic. How could he have missed anything? Sailing alone had been such a stupid idea?
No one answered. Oh well, there was no signal. He was on his own, and it was like being sentenced to death. He couldn't possibly cope, not with a storm brewing and the water heeling the boat.
As if on cue, lightning cracked somewhere in the distance, eliciting an embarrassing scream.
Was this how he was supposed to die? Because he certainly wouldn't be able to stay afloat. This couldn't be his time, it couldn't be! He was so young, only eighteen. Why did Eywa already want to take him home? Perhaps she had heard his cries and decided to hasten his meeting with Neteyam?
His eyes widened in terror as a monstrous wave charged straight at him at dizzying speed. Ao'nung had never considered himself a deeply religious person, but at that moment, he began to pray more fervently than ever.
The water capsized the sailboat, dragging him along.
"No, please!" A loud scream tore from Ao'nung's throat, just before he sank completely beneath the surface.
He had never been afraid of drowning; he was an excellent swimmer, but now he understood why some people found the depths of the sea terrifying.
The boy thrashed, unable to swim to the surface through the boat overhead. Pure panic ripped through him, his mind clouded with a desperate desire to surface. Ao'nung had had enough of the water surrounding him, trapping him in its claws. He had never been so afraid. He was like a wild animal trapped in a predator's trap, unable to escape. His behavior was irrational. He could have tried to go with the flow, hold his breath as best he could, but instead he opened his mouth, trying to scream. It was so stupid, and there was no one around. There was only him. Ao'nung was going to die alone, in the cold water he loved so much.
His heart nearly leapt from his chest when he felt a hand on his wrist. It didn't matter whose it was; he grabbed it with his other hand, pleading for help.
The stranger pulled him to the bottom of the boat. He had to hold on tight to keep from slipping. The last thing he wanted was to return to the sea.
"Thank you." Ao'nung coughed, spitting out salty water that seeped into his throat, irritating it. "Thank you so much." He pressed his forehead to the ground, panting loudly.
Praise Eywa! But he survived. The roar of the sea was no longer so loud and no longer bothered his ears. The wind stopped raging, and the clouds parted, revealing a black sky.
"Anything for you, yawnetu." the stranger said.
The hairs on the back of Ao'nung's neck stood on end, and an icy chill ran down his spine. His breath caught when he lifted his head and saw who sat before him.
Neteyam. A calm expression, warm eyes. His braids cascaded down his shoulders, and beads and a feather were woven into one braid. He was dressed casually, in sweatpants and an open sweatshirt, revealing his bare chest and the bullet hole. The most striking thing was the blue glow that spread around him, illuminating the surroundings. He looked so ethereal.
Ao'nung's ears were ringing. He couldn't comprehend who he was seeing. It was impossible! What had just happened? Were they hallucinations?
"What happened, Ma'Nung?" Neteyam's voice was so calm, his gaze so friendly. It was as if nothing had happened. "What left you speechless? You couldn't shut up before." tilted his head, not taking his eyes off his partner.
It was true. Ao'nung had always loved teasing Neteyam and then watching him try not to laugh. But now he was at a loss for words.
"I'm dreaming." he whispered to himself, earning a chuckle from the other boy.
"I know you have strange dreams. I can't count how many times you've told me about blue aliens with braids." He smiled broadly at the fond memory. "But this is real." and as if nothing had happened, Neteyam reached out and tucked a strand of Ao'nung's wet hair behind his ear, keeping it from falling in his face.
He held his breath as cold fingers brushed his skin, then cupped his cheek. He opened and closed his mouth, unsure what to say.
"Ma'Teyam, I missed you." even if it was just a hallucination, it was still nice to see his beloved.
"I missed you too." he replied. "I was worried about you. You've been so sad lately."
"Because I want to be close to you." His voice broke. He would give anything to feel his boyfriend's warmth in his arms again, to kiss him and pamper him. If only to look at him and know he was safe.
"I'm here now." Neteyam grabbed his hand and pulled it to his chest.
The other boy gasped as his hand touched the bullet wound. It was so cold and unpleasant. He jumped slightly when he felt his partner's hand on his chest.
"It's nice to feel your heartbeat." He closed his eyes and savored the vibrations.
"I'd like to feel yours too, yawnetu." Ao'nung didn't understand how Neteyam was so calm. He felt like crying.
"Oh, don't worry about that now." He threw himself into his arms, burying his face in his neck.
Ao'nung didn't wait a moment, immediately returning the gesture, unsure if he'd ever be able to do it again. He hugged his beloved tightly, burying his face in his hair, it smelled exactly as he remembered it. He melted into the embrace, reveling in the joy that Eywa had given him a chance.
They remained glued to each other until Ao'nung pulled away slightly to look into the boy's face. He loved watching him; he was so beautiful, perfect in every way. He could gaze at those beautiful eyes that seemed to shimmer gold in the sun, and those lips. Eywa, how long he had to wait for this.
He slowly approached Neteyam and pressed their lips together. The feeling was so sweet and tender that he couldn't help but chase after it. Ao'nung felt his boyfriend's smile widen as the kiss grew more passionate.
Ao'nung bit Neteyam's lip gently in silent request. The other boy didn't wait and, as requested, parted his lips, giving his partner full access.
He took advantage of this immediately, enjoying the opportunity to feel Neteyam in such an intimate place. He missed that warm tongue with which it intertwined in a dance that turned them both on.
"Nung." Neteyam's moan was muffled by his ravenous mouth, craving more. He threw his arms behind his partner's head, pulling him closer.
It felt so good to be close to him.
Neteyam leaned back, lying on the boat. He pulled his partner with him, who never left his lips for a moment.
Ao'nung intended to make the most of the opportunity he had been given. He wanted to show his partner all the love he felt for him, so he savored everything he had without hesitation. With wild pleasure, the boy brushed against the other boy's teeth, admiring his canines. Their tongues intertwined in a chaotic, pleasurable manner.
He gasped as he felt the other person's cold fingers slip under his shirt and tug at the hem.
"You want to undress me already?" he leaned back, settling between Neteyam's legs. "You're so impatient, yawnetu. You must have really missed me." That sly smile appeared on Ao'nung's face, just like in the good old days.
"Oh, stop talking." He rolled his eyes. He always pretended to be so nonchalant. Ao'nung loved breaking the illusion and making Neteyam scream.
"The long-awaited tastes best." He narrowed his eyes, watching his boyfriend's blushing face.
Ao'nung grabbed the zipper of his sweatshirt, unbuttoning it completely so he could admire his bare chest. Neteyam remained unchanged, except for the wound, but he tried not to look at that.
He touched the boy's torso reverently. The contrasting temperatures only added to the electric sensation. Ao'nung stroked the tensing muscles, glad that he was the cause of their tremors. He admired the soft, dark skin he loved so much. It was always velvety and seemed to shimmer, and it looked even better taut and covered in sweat.
A chuckle escaped the boy as a soft sigh reached his ears. As he'd expected, even the lightest touch on his nipples could still arouse Neteyam.
His expression fell, however, when, wanting to touch him the same way on the other side, he encountered a wound. It didn't bleed, it didn't hurt, it simply was there, a sad reminder of reality.
"Did it hurt?" Ao'nung whispered, staring at the hole sadly.
"You don't even know how." Why was his smile still on his face? "But let's not worry about that now." He reached out to redirect his partner's hand to the right place, but was stopped by a firm grip on his wrist.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there." He looked away in shame.
"Ma'Nung, don't blame yourself." Neteyam's voice, always so sweet and gentle. "That's how it was supposed to be, it was the Great Mother's plan."
"Eywa's plan?" A bitter, contemptuous laugh escaped his lips. "I can't understand why she took you away from me. You had your whole life ahead of you. So many things to do. You wanted to go to college, move out with me. That's not a plan, that's..." Words failed him through the welling tears. Neteyam didn't deserve this fate, he was only eighteen, and already everything had been taken from him. "Simply cruel." Ao'nung finished, filled with pain.
"Yawnetu." the boy whispered. Tenderly, he slid his free hand into Ao'nung's still-wet hair. Neteyam pulled his boyfriend's head closer, so that their foreheads touched. They both closed their eyes, savoring the closeness. "It happens, and not alweys anything can be done about it."
"I know. I really do, but I can't stop thinking that maybe if I had been there, I could have done something. Maybe I would have gone myself, or resuscitated you myself."
"They did what they could." Of course, he would never blame any of his brothers, or Tsireyi, for his death.
"I know." Ao'nung frowned. "I just sometimes wonder what would have happened if Spider had hidden somewhere instead of wandering the hallway like a child in the fog."
"He's my brother." A growl escaped his lips. "Even if we're not related by blood, he's my family. And don't even try to talk about Lo'ak like that, he did what he thought was right. Besides, I agree with him. It's good that we came back for Spider."
"You have such a noble heart." Or rather, he did. No, Ao'nung didn't even want to turn in that direction. Not now that he had even a semblance of a loved one.
"And Tsireya performed CPR properly, my body simply couldn't handle it. I took a bullet straight through the heart. There was no way out."
"Don't say that." a shiver ran down his spine, and his body trembled.
"You have to accept reality, yawnetu." How? without Neteyam in it?"
"But not now. Please, let me enjoy you, even if it is just one last time." If Ao'nung had continued, tears would surely have spilled over. He didn't want to think about losing his beloved again, he had just gotten him back. Even if it was just a hallucination, he didn't complain. Ao'nung wanted to drown in her and take in as much as he could.
Neteyam kissed him in return, giving him permission to continue. They stayed like that, joined together again, savoring the warmth and absorbing each other's heavy breaths.
It was nice to be able to intertwine with Neteyam again. Even if it was the last time. Every second had to be seized. Oh, there were so many things Ao'nung wanted to try with him, but now wasn't the time. Right now, he just wanted his partner all to himself.
Ao'nung moved his lips to the boy's jaw, then behind his ear, knowing how sensitive that spot was.
"I love you, Neteyam." he whispered softly, sending a pleasant tingle through the other boy's body.
"I love you too. I love you so much." He massaged Ao'nung's scalp.
The boy wasted no time in kissing him again, on a sensitive spot, then moving down to his neck, leaving wet marks. Now they could leave as many hickeys as possible. Previously, they had to hide, because, Neteyam believed, it was embarrassing to be seen in front of their family like that. Ao'nung didn't share this opinion, he wanted everyone to know he was his boyfriend, but he always respected his partner's decision. They usually reached a compromise and left marks in hidden places, like the insides of his thighs.
A sudden cry escaped Neteyam when he felt teeth sink into his neck. He knew those fangs all too well. It felt so good to let them leave hickeys here and there.
Ao'nung left a few more red marks, savoring the sight until he moved lower. He kissed his sternum and lifted his gaze to look into those beautiful eyes. Neteyam was no longer looking at him, admiring his work.
That typical Ao'nung smile spread across his lips, he was back in his element.
Without further thought, he brushed his fingers against Neteyam's nipple, making him gasp.
"You like that, huh?" There was no need for an answer, the boy's expression alone was enough.
"Touch the other one." he murmured, biting his lip.
The request made him hesitate. It was so close to the wound. He didn't want to touch it, not that it would hurt Neteyam, he couldn't feel it anyway. It would simply make Ao'nung uncomfortable. He didn't want to think about the sad reality.
He swallowed and gently touched Neteyam's nipple, trying to stay as far away from the bullet hole as possible. It paid off, as he was rewarded with a soft moan.
Encouraged by the sweet sound, Ao'nung continued rolling the hard nub between his fingers. He leaned down and took the other one in his mouth, smiling widely as he felt his chest tremble beneath him.
The boy's tongue swirled in circles, teasing Neteyam, who was gripping his partner's hair. Wait, he had something important to do!
Neteyam released the boy's curls to grab the collar of his shirt. He tugged at it, hoping that Ao'nung would understand what he meant and help him a little.
"Okey, okey." The boy's quiet laugh only irritated Neteyam. Ao'nung straightened and stripped off his top, hoping to impress his boyfriend.
Cold hands immediately flew to his chest. They roamed his skin, savoring its smooth texture, until they finally rested on his slender waist.
"Gorgeus." Neteyam didn't seem to hear himself, absorbed in the sight of the fit figure before him. Oh, he adored Ao'nung's body he wanted to forever etch his image in his memory.
"Thank you, yawnetu." He chuckled. He was flattered by the remark.
"Shut up." The other boy rolled his eyes and tangled his fingers in the belt loops of his pants, tugging them.
"Why?" He tilted his head, staring intently at his boyfriend's embarrassed face. "That's so nice." Ao'nung smiled slyly.
"You're annoying." His eyebrows furrowed, and a growl escaped his lips.
"You like me like this."
"You skxaaAAA!" a surprised screem escaped Neteyam's lips as a knee unexpectedly pressed against his crotch. He arched his back and tilted his head back.
It was music to Ao'nung's ears, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"You're sweet." He leaned in closer to the boy. The blush Neteyam suddenly found himself in was so funny and delightful. Oh, there was so much he could do to deepen it.
Neteyam just growled in frustration. Ao'nung could be unbearable. He cupped his partner's cheeks with one hand and squeezed them to signal him to stop talking.
"Something wrong?" Ao'nung asked with a wide smile. He knew the sternness in the other boy's eyes would soon fade, replaced by bliss and madness. His knee brushed against Neteyam's again, sending sparks flying and irritating his nerves. "Don't try to pretend, pretty boy." He pressed his knee harder, slowing down, deliberately trying to annoy his boyfriend. "I figured you out a long time ago."
"You're impossible." Neteyam said with feigned indifference. He let go of his partner and returned to his pants. "Greedy." he snorted.
"Yes?" He tilted his head. "But you're the one unbuttoning my jeans."
Neteyam didn't even realize what he was doing. It was pure instinct, a reflex. As if his body knew what it wanted. Embarrassed, he dropped his hands to his thighs.
Ao'nung, seeing that his beloved wasn't going to continue, decided to take matters into his own hands. He couldn't wait any longer, not when he saw who was in front of him.
The pants quickly joined the shirt on the other side of the boat. Hopefully, they wouldn't fall into the sea, Ao'nung couldn't be bothered to dive for them at a time like this.
Neteyam's eyes lit up. To see his boyfriend so exposed, only in his underwear. Oh, that was a true gift.
But Ao'nung didn't wait any longer, he grabbed the hem of the sweatpants that still hid those long, strong legs. He missed the sight of them, wanted to feel their muscles flex under his touch again. Warm, graceful fingers traced the waistband of his pants until the other boy realized he had to lift himself up a bit to help. As soon as he did, the clothes were immediately ripped off him.
Wait, what? Neteyam wore nothing underneath. After all, why shoud a ghost wear an extra layer? Or a hallucination? The sight that greeted Ao'nung's eyes was stunning. The image of Neteyam's swollen length could have been mesmerizing.
But the smile instantly vanished from his face, replaced by a pensive expression. Lubrication would have been useful, if only he could have predicted who he was going to meet, he would have brought it with him. Water wasn't a very good substitute, especially seawater, dirty and salty. He looked at the boy's heated face beneath him and knew what to do.
Ao'nung grabbed his partner's chin, pressing his thumb against his lower lip in a silent request. As soon as it was granted, he pushed his fingers inside. Neteyam immediately wrapped his lips around them, clenching them, knowing full well how mesmerizing the sight must have been.
The other boy watched and reveled in the warmth. The feeling of a warm, wet tongue around his fingers, the sucking sensation, was so pleasurable. He could only imagine what else those lips could do.
After a short while, when Ao'nung decided enough was enough, he pulled out his fingers, trailing a trail of saliva.
He didn't look away from his beloved's face, closely observing his reactions. Oh, how beautiful Neteyam was. His braids, if only they were longer, could have touched the water's surface. His eyes reflected the stars in the night sky. The blue glow he exuded only added to his charm and made him even more mesmerizing. Small dots, like constellations, seemed to glow on his face. A bit like the aliens in Ao'nung's dreams. Neteyam was so ethereal and addictive. He never wanted to lose him again.
He watched with adoration as Neteyam held his breath as he pushed the first finger inside him. Ao'nung moved it slowly, and when he felt the ring of muscles begin to relax, he added a second. He curled and unclenched them, sending a pleasant current down his boyfriend's spine.
Many sweet moans and gasps escaped Neteyam's lips, and he was yet to find out what Ao'nung wanted to give him.
He added a third finger, spreading the opening, and that was when he touched what he was looking for, a small bundle of nerves. Ao'nung knew immediately that this was it when he heard a loud cry of surprise. Music to his ears.
A sly smile spread across his face, and sly sparks swirled in his blue eyes. It wasn't the right time yet, for now, he intended to tease himself. So Ao'nung continued stretching, occasionally touching the sensitive spot. He did it gently and quickly, deliberately to annoy Neteyam.
"Ao'nung!" a clearly frustrated cry. "Stop being annoying and just touch me." he panted.
"Where?" because he wanted to touch him everywhere. Explore every nook and cranny of his body, touch every muscle.
Instead of answering, Neteyam dipped his hand into the water, splashing it over his boyfriend.
"Okay." Ao'nung laughed. He pulled his fingers out, leaving Neteyam with an unpleasant feeling of emptiness. He lowered his underwear, already hard enough.
Their hands intertwined in a tight embrace. Both deeply aroused by what was about to happen.
Ao'nung slowly guided his length to the boy's entrance and began to press against it. The relaxed muscles offered little resistance, allowing the head to slide in easily.
A wild whimper escaped Neteyam's lips. It was always uncomfortable at first. It took a few thrusts for the bliss to spread.
Ao'nung's breath caught as soon as he felt the warmth that was about to envelope him. If he could, he would have sunk in to the hilt, but he didn't want to cause his partner pain, not this time. Especially not when the lubrication they used wasn't enough. So instead, the boy slowly pushed deeper.
The loud moans escaping from the person next to him were so arousing, they brought a wide smile to his lips. He would make sure Neteyam's throat was raw.
"Yawnetu." Neteyam gasped loudly as Ao'nung's entire penis entered him. The feeling of being filled was so good, so pleasurable, he longed for it.
"Yes, Ma'Teyam?" The other boy had to control his breathing, his heart starting to pound harder. Ao'nung slowly pulled out a bit, teasing his partner's insides. He only received a moan in response.
Ao'nung would be lying if he said he didn't feel dizzy himself. The sight of Neteyam, panting and stretched out on his penis, ready for whatever he was about to give him, was enough to drive you crazy. And then there was that blue glow. The sound of the sea and the moonlight. Everything was perfect, as if Eywa wanted to give them one last chance.
"Nung." he sighed, arching his back.
"What are you asking for?" the boy continued teasing him, thrusting in and out slowly, only occasionally brushing against his sensitive spot.
"To stop fucking pissing me off." He narrowed his eyes. His hips practically began to move in circles of their own accord, trying to impale himself more deeply on his member. He needed the friction!
"But why?" Ao'nung smiled mischievously. With his free hand, he grabbed his boyfriend's hip and pressed it against the underside of the boat. That only resulted in a cry of frustration. "Do you know how funny that is?" he chuckled. "And besides, why so harsh? You're the needy one." Of course, Ao'nung also felt the urge to thrust harder, to sink as deeply into the warmth as possible, but Neteyam didn't need to focus on that right now. "Be nice." He gently pressed against the little bundle of nerves, just enough to feel it, but not enough to quench his thirst.
"Skxawng." This time he groaned in misery as Ao'nung's length slid out.
"Beg harder." His hips tried to squirm away from the fingers, which would surely leave bruises.
"Ao'nung, I need you." He was beginning to think he was doomed to suffer when he suddenly felt a brutal thrust. Just the kind he craved.
A loud cry escaped Neteyam's throat, his eyes misting with pleasure as the friction intensified and the thrusts only grew harder.
If it weren't for the fact that Ao'nung couldn't hold back any longer, he would have made his lover beg for more. But not now, not when he was so thirsty. With wild pleasure, he thrust in and out, harder and faster, just to increase the pressure. He felt his entire body, every nerve tense under the wave of electric sparks of pleasure. His hair fell across his face, but Ao'nung didn't have time to adjust it, he didn't want to take his hands off the magnificent body beneath him, even for a moment. He focused solely on thrusting, on leaving no space between them.
Neteyam sank into bliss, the best evidence of which were his moans, which only grew louder. He couldn't be bothered to care what he looked like; he must surely be a mess. But that didn't matter, all that mattered was the feeling of being filled, the feeling he wanted to lose himself in forever.
Desiring more, Neteyam reached for his penis.
"Hey." Ao'nung interrupted him, grabbing his wrist tightly. "Who gave you permission to do this?" Ao'nung directed his hand to his shoulder. Usually, he would hold it above the boy's head, but not now due to the lack of space. If Neteyam had moved any further, he would have leaned over the boat. "You'll come untouch."
Neteyam protested loudly, moaning in despair.
Ao'nung wasn't about to worry about it. They'd done this before. Neteyam could surely handle it. He squeezed their still intertwined hands.
The thrusts quickened, setting a new, wild rhythm, filled with passion and desire. Shivers ran down their spines, and their muscles tensed. Colors flashed before their eyes as their thoughts fled, replaced only by bliss.
Ao'nung felt himself losing control. Loud moans escaped him, mingling with Neteyam's screams.
Ao'nung's control gave way, allowing primal instinct to take over. Lust took over his mind, driving his body to seek an outlet.
The storm of senses raged, consuming them and throwing them into a vortex. They screamed with pleasure, tangled in lust. Ao'nung leaned down to connect their lips, absorbing Neteyam's loud moans. Their tongues once again began a heated, passionate dance.
Neteyam was close. He couldn't think, sentences refused to form, leaving screams in his wake. All he could do was feel. Insane pleasure took over him, he didn't know what to focus on, his mouth, his entrance, or his penis. He simply experienced, lost himself, and took in everything he was given.
He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out loudly as the wave of orgasm washed over him, leaving a mess on his chest and a pleasant haze in his brain. Neteyam smiled, content with his blissful state.
Ao'nung, on the other hand, continued to chase his fulfillment, which was drawing ever closer. The sight of his boyfriend's ejaculation was incredibly arousing, and the fact that he was responsible for it only drove him further mad. Ao'nung held his breath, unable to moan as he felt the white pleasure seep out of him.
The boy gradually slowed his pace until he finally pulled out of Neteyam. He pulled up his underwear, not caring about the mess, and collapsed onto his partner. The sweat on his heated skin mingled with the cold cum. But it didn't matter, they simply wanted to be close.
"I love you, Ma'Teyam." A soft whisper reached the boy's ear as he nuzzled into his neck.
"I love you too, Ma'Nung." He hugged him tightly.
Ao'nung panted loudly, exhausted and heated. No training session had given him such a workout. He reveled in Neteyam's coolness, glad it would help him recover.
Neteyam gently grabbed his hand and pressed it to the wound on his chest.
"What are you doing?" Ao'nung frowned.
"Feel me." he replied, his voice so calm. Completely inappropriate to the request.
"I don't want to." He tried to pull his hand away, but the grip only tightened. The haze of sex immediately left his mind. He propped himself up on his arm to better look at his beloved's face.
Neteyam looked different now. The same, but there was something alien about him. Was it the blue glow, the glowing freckles? Or perhaps the calm he exuded?
"Accept reality, yawnetu." Neteyam whispered soothingly.
"Stop it." he growled, trying to pull away. What was happening? What was going on, and why had the sailboat started rocking again? Why had the sky become cloudy again? And why was the roar of the angry sea so loud? Why was the world returning to normal?
"You won't move on unless you come to terms with the past."
"Or maybe I don't want to come to terms?" Now Ao'nung realized how unstable and slippery the boat was. He had to hold on tightly, and it wasn't easy when it was rocking so hard.
"Ma'Nung." Neteyam sighed in frustration. "Feel my skin, feel my blood. Touch the bullet." He didn't let go of his hand, pressing it tightly against the wound.
Ao'nung was terrified, this wasn't his boyfriend. He would never make him do something like that. Not as painful as looking the truth in the eye. No, no, no!
He jumped back in fright and fell into the water. The sea swallowed him, taking him far away and stealing his breath. The boy felt his eyes close, he didn't understand what was happening. A moment ago, he had felt so good, so pleasant, and now he was immersed in the cold.
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"911 what,s your emergency?" a voice said on the line.
"My name is Ikeyni, I found an unconscious teenager on the East Coast. The sea washed him up." The terrified woman knelt over the limp body. It was a good thing she'd decided to go for a walk this morning. She didn't want to think about what might have happened.
The sea roared behind her, concealing the story that had brought Ao'nung here.
"Check if he's breathing." the operator said.
Ikeyni leaned over him.
"He's breathing. I'll cover him with my coat." she did. The wind was cold, and the teenager was wearing only his underwear. She should spare him some dignity.
"Place him in the recovery position."
Ikeyni quickly complied. She jumped in surprise when the boy's eyes began to open at her touch.
"Lie down, you might be in shock," the woman told him.
Ao'nung still doesn't remember what happened. He only knows that he was transported to the hospital, where his tearful parents picked him up.
To this day, he has no idea what happened that night. Did Eywa really let him see his beloved? Or was it just a hallucination? That will forever remain a mystery.