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The Letter
By Synful Emy

 



"Hey, Zack. You've seemed a little out of it lately." I told Zacky
while we were sitting alone at the breakfast nook area of our tour bus.

"Yeah. I've just been thinking about some stuff." He replied without looking up from his Lucky
Charms.

"Anything you want to talk to me about?" I asked, trying to get him to open up a little. He really
did seem down.

"Not right now." He looked up and we made eye contact. "Maybe later."

He stood up and dumped the cereal milk down the sink and placed his bowl in now milky sink. He
headed to the back of the bus where the bunks were. I heard a curtain move and assumed that he had
laid down in his bunk.

I listened to the sound of cars driving by as I finished my Coco Puffs, which had become mushy.
After I forced that shit down my throat, I also went to the bunks.

I heard four pairs of soft snoring. I was the only one awake, besides our driver. Zacky must've fell
back asleep after his breakfast.

I gently pulled back the curtain to the bunk me and Jimmy shared, Jimmy having the bottom bunk and
me having the top.

I pulled myself up to my bed. There was a weird noise under my knee when it hit the matress. I
rolled over so I was on my side, off of the place where the noise was. Then I saw it.

A piece of paper that had been perfectly folded in half, until I knee'd it, causing it to bend.

I lifted and unfolded the paper, instantly seeing Zacky's neat handwriting.

Brian,

You wanted to know what I've been thinking about lately. Well here it is:

I've been thinking about how I want to throw you to the bed and pin you down to the sheets, grasping
at you tight. I'd whisper all of the things you'd want to hear while you whimper and bite at your
lower lip in the mental imagery and the sheer pleasure you know it would cause. I would chuckle and
comment how incredibly adorable you are in that moment, causing you to make a fuss in denial before
I silence you with my lips firmly to yours, as a hand wanders between your legs to tease you.
I want your trembling hands to grasp at my shoulders, back, hair--whatever, and I want you to cry my
name and beg for release. Only then would I allow you that prize. And as for me? Your reaction is
all worthwhile, my dear. As I caress your frame and tenderly kiss down your collar, hearing your
mewls and encouragements. I'd push you to the very edge, I promise, and it would be
unforgettable.
And after that, I'd lay with you until you fell asleep, muttering sweet things; still touching your
flesh with delicate fingertips.
Yeah, that's what's been going through my head.

-Zack

I reread the letter three or four times before it had finally sunk in. Everything that Zacky
said he wanted to do to me, I've wanted to do to him for years now.

I climbed down from my bunk, note in hand, and went towards Zacky's bunk.

I no longer heard snoring coming from his bunk. I pulled the curtain open slightly and saw that he
had his back to me. I gently climbed in the bed with him and closed the curtain.

"You got my note?" Zacky whispered softly.

"I did." I replied, just as softly as he said it.

He turned his body so he was facing me.

"I'm sorry." I saw that he had tears in his eyes as he spoke.

"There's no reason to be sorry." I raised my hand to his chin and gently pulled his face closer to
mine. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his gently.

We laid there, kissing softly for a minute. I broke away from him and looked into his emerald
eyes.

"I love you." I whispered to him, placing my forehead against his.

"I- I love you too." He whispered back, kissing me again.

We fell asleep shortly after that.

Forehead to forehead, letter in hand.


 

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