Cigarette Smoke

      Behind his back, the door closes with a loud click, followed by the lock. Neil leaned back against the wooden surface, looking confidently toward the other end of the bedroom. They were finally alone, and they weren’t about to waste precious minutes on meaningless staring.       Andrew jumped down from the window sill, throwing the cigarette butt out the open window. The cigarette slowly flew down, and then blew away, following the wind. The blond closes the shutter and shades the windows, preventing the bright light from blinding his eyes. The room falls into darkness, a streak of light running down the wall, insistent through the curtains, splitting Neil’s palm in half.       Josten takes a few steps forward, a slight smile on his lips as he asks the question:       “Yes or no?”       The roommates won’t be back for a while, so Andrew moves closer, saying a quick “yes” at the same time. There’s no need for them to rush, but they’re so used to doing things quickly and passionately that they don’t wait more than a few seconds before break away, merging in a rough kiss. Neil slams his shoulder blades against the closed door, takes in a lungful of air, and returns to the familiar lips.       Neil’s palms burrowed familiarly into his hair, and the thumbs stroked the back of his head, pressing lightly, pulling him closer. His fingernails scratched Andrew’s scalp, and a shiver ran through his body.       They change their positions abruptly and swiftly. Now Minyard’s shoulder blades are against the wall, and Neil’s weight is on top of it. He pulls away from the flushed lips to leave a slight, weightless kiss on them and moves lower. Andrew throws his head back, allowing him to snuggle against his neck. Neil makes good use of the opportunity, tracing patterns on the thin, pale skin with the very tip of his tongue. He leaves wet lip prints, sucking lightly on the skin, and then looks at the faint light pink spots that disappear immediately.       Andrew held tightly to his shoulders. Their agreement: one push was a request to stop. There were no requests right now, so Neil continued his uncomplicated work, enjoying the reaction he elicited from the blond. He actually liked that Minyard liked it.       “I’m going to touch your stomach and chest, yes or no?”       “Above the waist — everywhere,” Andrew replies, and afterward he instantly feels a small weight on his ribcage, Neil’s palm.       Thin fingers slowly move lower, leaving a phantom stripe from the hollow between the collarbones to the navel. The lips still don’t leave his neck. Andrew covers his eyes and tries to even out his breathing. In vain. It sneakily set him up, revealing the arousal he felt.       The light strokes are replaced by deliberate touches. Neil moves dangerously close to the bottom of his belly, then swiftly returns his hand to its previous position. Andrew exhales disappointedly as he is again left unsatisfied. Their gazes meet, and Neil laughs softly.       “Can I blow you?” he whispers right in the ear, before kissing the sensitive spot underneath.       “Yes, but not here.”       Minyard wearily pushes Josten away from him and walks over to the bed, settling on the very edge of it. He grabs a pillow from the headboard and tosses it to the floor, between his legs, to keep Neil’s knees intact afterward. But he’s in no hurry. Neil steps close to the blond and holds his head with his fingertips. He lifts his chin and kisses him passionately again.       Hot hands roam over his shoulders and ribs as he slowly lowers to his knees. Andrew rises to pull down his jeans and underwear. He places his right hand on the back of Neil’s head, tangling his fingers in the auburn hair, and rests his left hand on the edge of the mattress.       Neil kisses the very tip of him, scorching his skin with the hot breath. He runs his tongue gently over the head, lingering on the frenulum. He takes his time. It’s slow and deliberate, gradually blowing the blond man’s mind. Andrew sighs. His palm moves to Neil’s cheek, covered in burn scars. His fingers trace the line of his chin.       Their gazes cross, and for a second the world stops. Wet, glossy blue eyes watch from beneath his lashes. Andrew can’t look away. With a quick movement, he brushes away the auburn bangs that have fallen over Neil’s eyes and continues his observations.       Andrew’s sure Neil would have smiled if his mouth and lips hadn’t been preoccupied with something else. The corners of his lips trembled slightly, his palm pressed harder against his thigh, his nails through the rough and thick fabric of Andrew’s jeans not being felt, but the blond phantomly remembered them there.       A bright strip of light still splits the room exactly in half. The room is too hot, the atmosphere heated to the max. Andrew breathes deeply and often, either from the high temperatures or from the heavy, hard tongue on his dick. His fingertips touch the rough scars, the scarred uneven skin warm to the touch.       Blue eyes darker than usual due to the lack of light, Andrew can’t take his gaze away. He lets all the air out of his lungs and clutches the auburn hair at the back of the neck tighter. Neil realizes he’s getting close. He tries to say something, but all he gets is an inaudible mumble. Minyard shuddered at the vibrations and closed his eyes.       “I’m close,” the blond mutters quietly.       His lungs burn, his voice trailing off. Andrew finishes after a few seconds, coming on Neil’s tongue. They don’t hesitate, Minyard pulling Neil up by his chin, leaning forward and pulling him into a kiss. The taste is bitter and unpleasant, but it quickly disappears with the next movement of tongues.       Neil slowly rises from his knees and sits down on the bed next to the blond. His legs are aching, so he can feel the tingles and the rush of blood now, but it doesn’t matter when Andrew’s lips are on his.       “Soo, was that good?” finally pulling away, Neil asks. A barely perceptible smile flickers across his face, and he resists it, but Andrew catches the tide of amusement.       He rolls his eyes and gets to his feet, pulling a half-empty pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket and lighting one. Light streams into the room as he slides the curtains open and opens the window. Neil squints and steps closer, inhaling the familiar smell of cigarette smoke and closing his eyes.       “It was”.       The sun gradually disappears over the horizon, the cigarette burns down to the filter and flies down the cliff. A slight, relaxed smile on his lips, the gaze of the hazel eyes fixed on it.