Certain Possibilities

"You are mine."


He thrusted his c*** inside P.


"You are all mine."


He thrusted yet again, more vigorous, more forceful.


"I will have you all to myself."


He thrusted repeatedly, back and forth, endless.


"Ugh..." Moaned P as Chris delivered his flesh into his.


"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" With a last quick blow, Chris creamed inside. Seeds of lust were planted.


"Oh, shit!" P cussed while unloading a lust-induced juice.


Chris withdrew from P and, for a moment, he laid down next to his partner.


Another hungry man satiated.


Earlier that night, P had no intentions of hooking-up. All he knew is that he was ready for clubbing together with his friends and that was that.


"No sex, good boy." He chanted these words over and over again before and while at the club scene.


P was feeling it and oh, he was having the time of his life! From songs to friends to people, he was definitely liking this one night. But he has an oath and he has to stick with it even if it means going home early.


That is until he saw Chris. A fairly built guy with chinky eyes and a smile that made him so adorably cute. P was immediately smitten.


He tried to change places at the bar, he had to. He had to stray away from temptations. A new leaf? Perhaps that was it. But the word perhaps has so many possibilities.


Needless to stay he chose to go to the other side of the bar, away from Chris who at that time was still named unknown. He chose it there for people would not notice you easily.


Unfortunately, Chris followed and P had no idea.


Have you ever felt like you're being watched, stared at on a barren road at night? P had that, a gut feeling just like that.


He could not dance well like he was on live auditions: his feet planted to the floor, his arms glued to his side and his body afflicted with paralysis.


Chris, apparently was looking at him from a not so distant area - eyes intently focusing on a particular subject.


Awkward. And P is not the type of person who feels awkward inside a club; this is his turf, his territory, his target group. But something just seems off.


With a few more minutes passing Chris initiated towards P who was still at that time just drinking his Tanduay Ice while bopping his head to the beat of the song.


"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream..."


Someone tapped P's shoulder.


"Hey, I'm Chris. I saw you earlier but you transferred place. Wanna dance?"


Oh no...P thought but a man has to do what a man has to do.


"Sure! I'd love to." He had to put up a face, a reeling-to-go-face. Chris placed his hands around his waist and P held them gently.


And they ended up in bed.


Chris still gasping for air, now held P's hand and placed it on his chest.


"What's that for?" P asked.


"I just want you to know that my heart beats for you." Chris told him unashamedly.


"Thanks." And P held Chris' left hand and placed it on his c***.


"What's this for?" Chris asked.


"I just want you to know that this throbs for you." P joked.


"Jerk!" Chris replied while trying to hold the man's neck as if suffocating.


And P could only give out a light chuckle.


After their last encounter, the two went out everyday, knowing each other more and telling daily stories as if in a commitment. They were hanging-out after work, going to places together and even planning to go out of town in the near future.


After two weeks they stopped communicating as if nothing happened.


Expectations, humans seem to delve deep into them. Trying our very best to comprehend what may be or what may not be. Difficulties arise when certain promises were made with the consensus of the other, when certain possibilities were given, when certain motives were advanced.


Had we not given it the best that we could to turn something into some things?


But alas, certain expectations have opposing outcomes.