Burning Coldness

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Avoiding someone can really take toll on you, Andrew reflected as he entered his penthouse. He was jumpy throughout the day, looking over his shoulder hoping that he won’t see Nathaniel. Thankfully, it was Friday so he won’t have to look over his shoulder and more importantly, he will have the whole weekend to come up with a plan how to solve this situation he got himself into.

“Have a good day, Andrew!” Bridget greeted him. He was putting his coat on and getting him ready to home.

“Bridget, are you coming home this early?” Andrew asked her, not unkindly this time. He wanted some company even though it would just be his maid.

“Yes, master. I need to see my sick daughter. I had to take her to the hospital,” she swiftly responded on her way towards the elevator. Her eyes however softened when she noticed how bad her little prince looked like. “I prepared you one of your favorite lunch. You can eat once you feel the need to.” she smiled at Andrew, trying to cheer him up.

Bridget knew that Andrew was a cold and spiteful boy, yet she couldn’t help but take care of him. She knew him since he was a little boy, and she watched him putting up his walls year after year due to loneliness and abandonment from his parent.

She knew that behind that icy posture, he was just sad and lonely boy who seek for caring and attention. But she couldn’t reach to him. She knew that Andrew would never let his walls down for her.

“Bridget Parker,” Andrew responded, “Have a nice weekend.” he added as he turned on his shoe and walked away towards the kitchen. Bridget followed him with her gaze, and sighed sadly. She felt bad for her young master. Hopefully, someone will break down those walls he had built. She thought while entering the elevator and leaving the deafening silence of Harriet’s Penthouse.

After munching on chicken salad that Bridget prepared for him, Andrew dragged himself towards his room to get some rest. He couldn’t stand the idea of staying in this huge house, alone with himself, it felt like an invisible hand was stiffing his neck, cutting off the air supply.

Heavy feeling settled itself on his chest, loneliness washing in waves over him. He couldn’t stand the lingering silence brought by high thickened walls.

He ran his hands over his fined mahogany piano, as he uncovered the lid. He stroke the keys, breaking the silence. He finally let out a breath, heaviness from his chest lifted slightly. Music could always console him, he could play on his piano for hours, getting lost in entrancing melodies, making himself forget the melodies of his own existence.

After a couple of hours playing his piano, he felt slightly better. He decided he will watch movie and stuff himself with popcorn and drinks. He went to his shower to take a shower first. He closed his eyes, warm water easing his tense muscles and washing away his worries and tribulations.

While thinking of worries, what am I going to do with Nathaniel? He mused to himself.

I could threaten him. Maybe, there was something I could use against him. He thought of Nathaniel’s frustrated and flushed face during the argument the other day. Maybe I could push him again against the wall. His thoughts strayed off the mission and Andrew couldn’t stop the rush of images that flooded in his mind at that moment.

Nathaniel is against the wall as I sneak my hands in his shirt, this time not making a stop at his firm stomach, but going up to his firm perky chests as I kiss him senselessly, getting high from that sense of him. Andrew moaned in the shower. His chest was having hard as his alabaster hands caressed his own chest, biting it slightly and moaning at the dirty images of Nathaniel flashing through his mind.

Surrendering himself to his newly discovered lust, his hand trailed down to his slick rough manhood. With the images of Nathaniel writhing beneath him, he started stroking himself slowly. His breath shortened and he moaned as he was getting closer to his peak.

Loud ringing cut his pleasure short. He waited for a couple of minutes if the person at the door would leave, but the ringing continued. Groaning at the rude of interruption, he exited the shower. He walked towards the door barefooted and only wrapped in towel, his wet locks dripping wet on his shoulders and chest. But he didn’t care, he was confident of his own body, and besides whoever was at the door cut him little play so it was their fault really.

But who could it be?

He knew that his parents had their own keys, Bridget had visited her family in her province, and his minions could only come when invited.

Maybe it’s Isabelle, he thought to himself excitedly for the first time for a chance of seeing her because maybe he could take his s****l frustration away. He opened the door tensely and his heart almost stopped when he saw the object of his recent fantasy staring at him with his mouth open.

•••

Nathaniel’s heart was thumping so hard against his rib cage that he thought he might have heart attack. The thought before him was something majestic. It was sort of a raw ravishing beauty that deserves to be written about in poems and haikus. Nathaniel forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds. He gripped the door frame in order to steady himself. It was probably the nicest view he had ever watched.

Breathe, Nathaniel! Breathe! He reminded himself as he let the trapped air out. He blink a couple of times trying to compose himself, but his insides were burning as the desire for the brunet right in front of him raised like a whirlwind. He couldn’t keep his gaze steady, his chocolate eyes darkened by lasciviousness as they roamed all over Andrew’s body.

His face was completely free from any facial mask revealing his classical handsomeness in all its simplicity, his small nose which seemed chiseled to perfection, his stout legs, his ebony hair, and his full pink lips that begged to be kissed again. His green eyes were seemed to be penetrated his weary soul, and his wet brown locks cascading down to his porcelain white shoulders made him the most august galoot Nathaniel ever laid his eyes on.

But the most beautiful physical attributes was his complexion. It was so clean, so soft and so smooth anyone who envy and want to touch. He was a price catch among the girls who flocked their eyes every night to court him, or to even glance of him. It would make anyone very happy if he would be kind as to smile at them when he meets him on the girl. He was the envy of every guy in the town and the greatest fantasy of every homosexuals.

Droplets of water fell down his hair onto his broaden shoulders and chest, Nathaniel’s gaze following them as they disappeared in the small gasp between his hardened chest and the towel that was wrapped firmly around his hips. He gulped hard, realizing how drought his mouth was.

Help me, God! Nathaniel was on the verge of saying it but he stopped himself realizing who he was talking to. Actually now that he thought of it, neither of them uttered a single word yet, they must have been staring at each other for like a minute now.

Nathaniel felt uneasy all of a sudden realizing he was staring at Andrew like a maniac. The tension between them was palpable, and Nathaniel breathed hard preparing himself mentally to break the silence.

“Hello there.” he croaked finally deciding to break the stupor they both were obviously in.

Goodness, I need a glass of water. Nathaniel thought to himself as he gulped helplessly.

“What do you need?” Andrew asked him, his eyebrow asked in confusion. His eyes were still in a wide surprise, his arms was closed defensively. He also seemed a bit hinky, which was definitely something of a rare gem in the array of Andrew Harriet’s facial expressions. Nathaniel noticed that for once the coldness and cattiness were vacant from his voice. The way those green eyes pierced him right now made even more flustered.

Before saying something stupid and ravishing him on the spot, he blurted the only other thing that was on his mind, “Could I have some water? I’m parched.” Andrew obviously didn’t want to open the door for him, so he just motioned with his hand for him to come in.

He quickly entered before Andrew change his mind and slammed the door in his face. Moving fast Andrew, he inhaled the scent of his fresh skin and hair, sending shivers down his spine. Andrew wordlessly walked towards the kitchen to get something to drink.

Nathaniel stood up at the middle of his hallway taking in the luxury of Andrew’s home. He peered at what he assumed was living room. The room was spacious and decorated with tasteful vintage of furniture. The huge windows overlooked the city that glowed with millions of flickering lights in the night.

The whole place emanated the aura of tranquility and even a bit of melancholy. You couldn’t hear anything, not even the traffic noise from the outside world. It was definitely too quiet for Nathaniel’s taste. He smiled at the thought of his home. It was way smaller, but it seemed much more homely and it was never this quiet, whether due to the noise of their neighbors or the traffic outside.