~The songs used are “Jamás”, “Si Tu Te Vas” and “Y Todo Queda En Nada” – all by Ricky Martin, taken from his album Almas Del Silencio.~

 

Jamás volverás a confundirme con tu falso diamante, ya no voy a creer en tu carita arrepentida jamás.

The song ended as Mark opened his eyes. A new song begun to play soon after. Bright sunlight streamed into the room, bright yellows dancing off the walls, the tranquillity of that morning undeniable.

He felt as if he’s the happiest man on Earth. The bedside clock showed 9.53am in bright red digits. Kirsten was nowhere in sight but he could smell coffee brewing. His stomach rumbled as the thought of food rushed through his mind.

Quédate un momento, y congelemos el tiempo en el reloj, como un pacto eterno de amor, entre los dos. Y asi...

He kicked off the covers and swung his feet to the side of the bed and stood up. He put his arms high above his head and stretched.

“There you are!” Kirsten smiled as she got to Mark and pulled him in for a kiss.

As they pulled apart, she had to giggle as she eyed his slightly rosy lips – a result of the kiss. Mark frowned at her for a while before he traipsed into the adjacent bathroom.

As soon as he’d finished, he walked back out just to find Kirsten lying on the bed, totally naked.

“Can we?” she asked. “Just one more time?”

“What do you man by just one more time? I thought we’re gonna have more than that.” Mark grinned as he walked climbed into bed next to her.

“Well, before you go for your breakfast then.”

“So, you do have it in your pretty little mind that we should have more sex than that, didn’t you?”

“Shut up and get on with it, Mark!” Kirsten laughed.

Mark laughed with her but got on top of her anyway. “Can we do this my way now?”

Kirsten cocked her head to one side, pretending to be thinking about it. “I dunno. Am not sure. Can you show me just how good your way is then?”

 

Look away, O squeamish one. This is NOT for the faint-hearted.

Mark snorted. “Get ready for it then.”

He got to the other end of the bed and lied down on his stomach, his arms under her slightly raised legs. Kirsten raised her eyebrows in curiosity.

“You’re not eating me, are you?” she asked.

“If I’m in this position, what do you think I’m doing?”

“I dunno… enjoying the view, maybe.”

Mark laughed. “How amusing. It’s a nice view though.”

Kirsten couldn’t think of anything to say to Mark. “Consider you’d won then.”

He licked her slowly, from the bottom up. She shuddered deliciously as his warm tongue caressed her gently, going over the most sensitive part of her body. Not long then, he inserted his finger inside her, searching for her g-spot.

Yo intento pero nunca salgo del abismo, y todo queda en nada, mis gritos hacen eco al fondo de la nada, mientras mi cuerpo, se resiste a caer, yo no te olvido mujer…

He found it and began working with it. Not long then, he slid in a second finger and rubbed her g-spot whilst licking her around. This was definitely one of the most interesting sex she’s ever had. No one she knew could’ve done both at the same time.

She could feel it building. It couldn’t be this soon, could it? But then again, he’s the type of guy who just knew what to do at the time when you’re having sex. He’s very unexpected and he knew when to do what. He knew you’re going to enjoy whatever he’s doing immensely.

He left her just when she was about to come. She looked at him with her head cocked to one side.

“Why did you stop?” she whispered, her voice tight.

Mark smirked. “You’ll see why.” He pulled his fingers out and hauled himself to a kneeling position. “Up,” he said as he took one pillow and placed it beneath her back.

Kirsten looked at him, intrigued. What was going through his mind at the moment? What was he planning to do?

He knelt close to her and placed his hands on her hips as he penetrated her slowly. “You okay with this?” he asked as soon as he’s completely inside her.

She nodded.

“What about this?” he hoisted both of her legs and put them on his shoulders, smirking as he did so.

Was she comfortable? She thought so. So, she nodded. Let’s see what he can do to her. He puzzled her now.

“Good, good.” He started moving in and out of her, slowly at first before going faster.

 

~~ecaf~~

 

“That’s just soooo interesting!” Paul said sarcastically.

“Hey, how am I to know that it’ll be that stupid?!” Christian shot back.

Ivan shook his head as he looked at the two young men arguing over a small paragraph that was printed on the suggestion papers. 

Suddenly, there’re several knocks on the door while the doorbell went on ringing.

“Welcome back, Miss Marazzi,” they heard the butler said.

“Paul…” Christian said.

Paul sighed. “I thought she said she won’t be back that soon.”

“She’s here now, though.”

“Paul Thomas Leo Marazzi!” They heard his sister shouted.

“Paul, I think you better go,” Christian grinned.

“Gee… thanks. What a swell friend you are.” Paul opened the door of the lounge room and his sister walked in, hand in hand with a tall brunette with spiky hair. He’s had the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen. Shareen was grinning from ear to ear as she introduced the guy standing next to her to Paul and Christian. Paul’s father stood up from the couch that he’d been sitting on while listening to the banter between Paul and Christian earlier.

Paul’s jaw dropped to the floor when he saw the brunette whom Shareen had just brought in. It couldn’t be him, could it? But the thing was that, he’s there, standing right in front of him at the moment, very alive and still breathing. He thought he wouldn’t be able to see him again. The last time he saw him was several years ago. He really had grown up, hadn’t he? He was just around Paul’s height at that time but now, he’s like several inches taller than him. Hell, he’s even taller than Christian! His hair changed too, and his glasses were gone. But Paul could see that his eyes were of a rather unnatural blue and knew instantly that he’s wearing contact lenses.

“Welcome back, Ben,” Ivan said, giving Ben a hug. “And Shareen.” He turned to his daughter and hugged her before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. Marazzi,” Ben said.

“Is this the dude who taught you equestrian?” Christian whispered to Paul, looking at the new guy renewing his acquaintance with the Marazzi family.

Paul ignored Christian for a while as he gave Ben a hug. “Ben, where have you been, man?!” Paul asked as he stepped away from him.

“School’s annoying, Paul,” Ben grinned. “It’s been so long!”

Shareen nudged Ben, whispered something to him for a while, got a kiss on the forehead from Ben and left the room with Ivan and Marie, leaving the three guys alone.

“Ben, I want you to meet my very best friend, Christian,” Paul said and waited until they’re both done with their formal hand-shaking introduction. “But it’s just plain Chris to us all.”

“So, are you… well, you know, just like Paul?” Ben asked, not sure what to ask and wondering whether it’s polite enough to ask someone such a question on their first meeting.

Christian took one look at the guy standing in front of him, wondering about his age. He was oozing with confidence and he got a feeling that he’s going to like Ben.

Paul sat down on the couch, letting the two of them bond.

“My father’s the PM of Norway,” Christian said.

Well, if Ben’s shocked, he didn’t show it. But still, probably he’d know that Christian was the son of Norway’s Prime Minister. Either Paul had told him about it or he’d guess it. Whichever it was, Christian chalked another tally mark in his mind on the empty space under ‘Ben’. The first was for his over-confident self.

“Did Paul ever, like, talk about me, then?” Ben asked, curious.

“Yeah, many times. But mostly about the horse-riding stuff.”

“So, guys, can we cut this short?” Paul asked. “I’m very bored (a/n: Ugh, I know what you mean, Paul. Am f***ing bored too) and I wanna do some riding. Coming?”

Ben and Christian followed Paul out of the lounge and into the back of the house. To the left of the Marazzi’s mansion that was situated near the mountainside was a small ranch where they kept their horses. The grooms and servants stay there too.

Paul went straight to the stables and walked over to his black stallion. The horse neighed a bit before allowing Paul to pat his nose. He owned this horse ever since he’s old – and tall – enough to ride a horse as strong and as tall as Thunder. “There, there, Thunder. Look, Ben’s back!” The horse, seemed to have heard Paul’s gentle words, neighed and shook his mane for a bit before resting his dark eyes on Ben.

“Hello,” Ben said, patting Thunder. However, Thunder jerked away from Ben’s touch and seemed to turn his attention to Christian who was stomping into his riding boots.

Paul and Ben look puzzled for a moment before Ben broke the tense silence.

“Is it just me or is Thunder itching to get away from me?”

“Maybe he just isn’t used to seeing you. After all, it’s been so many years.” But Paul knew there’s something wrong with Thunder. Normally, he’s very fond of Ben and – after Paul brought Christian to Spain for a vacation trip with his family – Thunder got close to Christian too. Thunder’s a very friendly horse. It really didn’t make any sense why he’d shrunk away from Ben. Paul gave Ben a sidelong glance and noted that he’s as puzzled about Thunder as he was. “How about some riding?” Paul asked, not wanting to be in the stables pondering over something that stupid.

“Yeah, that’ll be great!” Ben enthused, pulling on his boots and stomping around to get it in. the groom soon entered, leading a chestnut coloured adult colt with a black mane. His eyes seemed to glow with intelligence and he seemed restless.

“Would you want this horse, Mr. Adams?” the groom questioned in a polite tone. “He’s called Cole.”

“Heya, Cole,” Ben cooed to the chestnut horse.

The horse neighed and thrust out his front legs at Ben’s touch.

“Mr. Adams, I don’t think he’s quite used to you yet,” the groom said, stroking the stallion’s head to calm him down.

“Dad just bought him a few months back. Cole’s the newest edition to our family,” Paul grinned. “He’s one strong horse, once you get used to him. I got thrown down by him several times when I tried riding him.”

Ben nodded all the while; the groom watching him as Ben stroked and murmured soft soothing words to Cole. This kid sure knew how to handle his horses well.

Another groom entered, leading a milky white Arabian mare. As soon as the mare saw Christian, she neighed and threw her head up. Her white mane shone from the brushing earlier, illuminated by the gentle glow of the late noon sun.

“Hyfryd,” Christian greeted the horse quietly.

At the sound of his voice, the horse seemed to quiet down. She took a step toward Christian and pressed her nose into his outstretched hand.

Ben nudged Paul. “How does he do that?”

“He’s always had an interest for this wild beauty,” Paul said. “One of the grooms found her wondering around near the property about two years back. No one had been able to ride her though, apart from that particular groom. I tried riding her once but she threw me off and nearly trampled over me. I broke my wrist. But when Christian rode her, she’s totally cool with it. From then on, no one ever dared to ride Hyfryd again, except for Christian. It’s like she’s reserved specially for him.”

Ben nodded. “Was she wild?”

Paul shook his head. “It seemed to me that she belonged to someone. Probably let her off to the wild after no one could ride her though. When the groom found her, she’s tired, if not a little hungry but she wasn’t dirty, like with mud splotches all over her or something.”

“Hyfryd, it’s a very odd name.”

Christian led the horse to where Ben and Paul stood. “Hyfr— ”

But the horse backed away. She made something that sounded like a whimper and tried to pull away from Christian. He laid one hand on her and started stroking her neck, murmuring something to calm her down.

Paul glanced at Ben who just shrugged.

“Ben, Hyfryd doesn’t like you,” Christian said bluntly as he reached for a halter hanging on the stable wall beside him.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Ben snapped. Immediately he regretted his tone when he saw the horse stepping further away from him, pressing herself closer to Christian. It seemed to Ben that if she could, she would hide behind Christian. “It’s just that I dunno why Thunder and Hyfryd seem to be afraid of me.”

“Maybe they aren’t used to seeing you again. I mean, you’ve grown; you’re taller than me and everything,” Paul said. “The last time you were here, you’re only around my height. You’ve lost your hair and your glasses. You look quite strange – and new – to Thunder. Hyfryd’s just untamable. Except when Christian’s around.” Paul sighed and unbolted the door and led Thunder out before hauling himself up on the saddle.

“Hey, Chris!” Ben called.

Christian pulled on the leather rein of the halter and turned her around when he heard Ben’s condensed version of his name. “Yes, Ben?”

“Do you always ride like this?” he asked.

Eh? That’s a funny question… and random! Christian thought. He looked down on himself – t-shirt and really tough jeans with black riding boots. Too casual to be riding around on a horse, wasn’t it? And unlike the others, he rode Hyfryd without a saddle and bridle.

Christian nodded. “I like riding horses just as they are. Personally, I think saddles weigh them down. I don’t think they like saddles very much.”

Silence fell between them as Paul rode past by, riding fast, riding like the wind.

“What does Hyfryd means?” Ben asked, all the while never taking his eyes off Paul.

“Lovely,” Christian supplied. “Hyfryd means lovely, in Welsh. She’s really a beauty.” He turned to look at Ben. “You wanna race?”

“Chris, you’re riding a mare for god’s sake!” Ben exclaimed. “You can’t race us.”

“I can get Warwick. He’s much stronger than Hyfryd but I don’t think Hyfryd’ll be happy with it.”

“Warwick?” Ben’s eyebrows seemed to knot at the center of his forehead. “What an unusual name!”

Christian laughed. “He’s the brown and white horse you saw in the last stall. A very strong horse, may I add.”

“Very?”

“Very. Sometimes, I get the idea that Warwick is stronger than Thunder, if he’s in the racing mood.”

“Let’s race then!” Paul called ahead of them as Ben and Christian readily agreed.

Shareen couldn’t suppressed a smile as she stared down from the window of her room at the three young men that made up most of her life – her dear brother, her best friend, and her new and exciting boyfriend with very those sensuous lips. Briefly she wondered what he’d be like tonight. Tired surely, but hopefully not too tired to reject her ideas of fun for the night.

 

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