Feelings

      — It’s so peaceably in here…        Byron nods facilely in response. And Edgar is right: the late evening turning into youthful morning, smell of the green tea with lavender and mint — there’s a truly peaceful and calming atmosphere near the man's home. It really relaxing, especially after the hard working day. One thing left is to enjoy the silence, interrupted only by the sound of crickets in the grass, which gradually turns into white noise, completely fades in the background and becomes nothing more than that silence.        Finishing the table serving, which consists only two cups of a soothing drink, the chemist sits down on a wooden chair opposite the teenager and, casting an involuntary glance at him, takes the cup from his own side and takes a sip of tea, even slightly sticking out his little finger — gentleman!..       — I’ll consider this a date, — the parkourist grins, seeing his purple-striped scarf curiously watching them from the house window, which he safely left there, because «we won’t need it at all».       Today’s evening turned out to be really warm. Occasionally a light breeze passed over the shoulders, bringing with it coolness and some sort of freshness.        A bat flew somewhere above, and Edgar looks at the sky, trying to track the trajectory of its movement; and when it disappears from sight in the foliage of the trees, guy admires the stars and the endless expanses for a couple more seconds, and then directs his gaze to the older one, who has not uttered a word since the beginning of their tea party.        Finally taking the first sip of tea, and once again making sure that Byron is simply a maestro in these matters, the younger one notices that this silence around them is becoming too awkward and even, to some extent, stressful. But just as he is about to dilute it, he discovers that nothing really comes into his head. Fortunately, man manages to do it for him:        — How do you like the tea? — he asks.        — Beautiful, as always, — the emo replies and defiantly takes a sip, and then inhales the aroma to the fullest extent of his chest, feeling how the stress is instantly relieved from the body. Lavender and mint — what a wonderful and aromatic combination of two representatives of the Air element under the auspices of Mercury!..       — We can arrange such «dates» from time to time, what do you think?       — Of course, — the younger one instantly copies Byron’s gesture in the form of palms folded in a triangle, and chemist understands the hint — guy is completely confident in his own words, — I love you.       — I love you too, Edgar, — man picks up, before drinking a little of the contents of the cup, — You are like a breath of new life for me, a glimmer of light among the fog of loneliness. You made the bud of love bloom in my heart, and now the world has acquired new shades for me. But the most important thing is that you taught me to feel the love, and now I know that it really can exist in all its manifestations. I appreciate every moment of my life I spend with you. I love you, Edgar.       The parkourist, counting only on a couple of beautiful words and maybe a small compliment, was extremely shocked by such an answer, and, completely forgetting about any tea, looked at his lover in surprise, immediately realizing that, for the sake of decency, it would be worth something yes answer.       — Oh… Yeah, Byron, you too… You are beautiful. You are very clever, graceful, tactful, and I really like it. You… — he thinks for a little, and then continues, — You opened the way to happiness for me, helped me to find… myself, — he exhales and, looking at the older one, finishes, — You are the light, I’ve been searching for forever.        The chemist nods, taking the last sip of tea, at the moment when Edgar realizes that something is missing here. Therefore, carefully getting up from the table, he goes to Byron, bending slightly, and, after a couple of seconds admiring the shade of emerald eyes, which now seemed forest-like, draws him into a tender kiss. The man responds by pulling the teenager towards him, and both give in to their feelings.       Sweet taste on the lips; the herb aroma enveloped their hearts, beating in unison. Wet, warm, osculation enveloped their minds, making them lose track of time and forget about everything in the world. Either feel the warmth and tenderness of each other’s bodies.        In an impulse, Byron stands up sharply, pressure Edgar to the surface of the table, hovering over him, transmitting the initiative to himself. They stop kissing for just a split second, inhaling and then pressing together with, what it seems like, even more passion.        The Moonlight rolled in faded rays over their silhouettes, the wind became in tune with silence, the line between evening and night was split. The blue-violet clouds, that had accumulated in the heavenly fog, dissipated, and previously dim stars twinkled in the surface of the night.        Finally, Byron leaves a gentle kiss on the teenager’s upper lip, pulling away. He helps emo get up from the table, and, taking him by the shoulders, says:        — Go to sleep. I’ll wash the dishes myself.       The parkourist silently nods, and whispering, «I love you», heads towards the house, leaving the chemist with a light smile on the lips.        Today’s date is over.