When Our Lips Touched. Part 2

When our lips touched.

Part 2

He unlocks the front door of his building and leads Ghost up the stairs to the second floor, where his flat is located. He unlocks his door and leads Ghost in by his hand.

"Make yourself comfortable, lt,  just need to take a leak real quick." 

He walks to the next room and shuts the bathroom door behind him.

Ghost stands in the centre of the flat taking in his surroundings. The walls are covered in red bricks, matching the exterior walls of the building, no paintings or framed photographs are to be seen on any wall. Worn wood floors lay over the entire flat, With two large windows in the main wall with dark green curtains.

The living room is minimal, with a brown leather couch, a grey-speckled rug, a coffee table that matches the bookcase in the corner of the room, and a flat-screen television mounted on the wall. And a floor lamp positioned next to the couch.

 The bedroom is similar in minimalism, with a double bed against the back wall and a cast-iron frame with dark green and grey bedding. A chest of drawers with a lamp on its surface and a photo frame set face down stands next to the bed replacing a bedside table,  An antique wardrobe stands on the other side of the bed with a dark green rug covering the floor around and under the bed.

On the other side of the flat, there is a plain and simple kitchen, with wood counters and cabinets, a darker wood countertop, a gas-powered countertop burner with an inset oven beneath, A medium-sized refrigerator stands against the wall on the far end of the room with an inset sink positioned next to the fridge, with a small table with three chairs in the centre of the room and an old wood door on the back wall leading to the bathroom.

John sits down on the toilet after closing the door and locks it. With his elbows pressed on his knees and his head heavy in his hands he stares at the floor and mutters whisperingly.

"Bloody hell, did that just happen...?"

he retrieves the silver necklace that Ghost had given him from his pocket and studies its design. He had known Ghost for a while but never had seen him express his feelings like he did earlier and wondered to himself speaking to himself in a whisper.

"Did I miss my one chance to see him?"

He let out a heavy sigh and returned to his thoughts. He questions whether things are moving too fast, but he wants Ghost so severely that he will do anything just to be held by him in his arms. 

He gets up from the toilet and has to pee. He lied about having to, he just needed to catch his breath for a moment to clear his thoughts.

He unbuckles his belt and unzips the zipper separating his waistband and takes his cock out, points it into the toilet bowl and relieved himself as the yellowish liquid flows to the bowl below. For a moment he leans forward and pressed his palm to the wall as he hovers over the bowl as he holds his cock in his palm just standing there. He takes hold of his cock at the base jerking it three to four times making sure he gets every drop out from the cavity and shakes it rapidly before repositioning it back in his underwear and rezips his pants and buckling his belt before glancing at the mirror mounted to the wall over the sink. 

"My god look at me," He mutters loudly attempting to fix his warhawk and wash his face so he looks presentable again. 

"Oh bollocks," He sighs frustratingly Looking down at his clothes.

"I'm all muddy..., must have been from the park, sitting under that bloody tree feeling sorry for myself,"

He mutters whisperingly to himself hoping the other man does not hear him in the next room. He proceeds to remove his shirt and bundles it before tossing it over to the laundry bin, he continues and sits back down on the toilet and unties his shoes before pulling them from his feet and removing his socks. He gets back up unbuckling his belt janks it from the loops on his waistband and neatly curls it up on itself setting it down on the sink before proceeding to unbutton his jeans unzip the zippers and pulling his pants down to his knees with his underwear removing it entirely from his person.

He mirrors his actions from earlier and bundles the jeans and underwear un tosses them to the laundry basket before neatly placing three new towels on top of the bin wrapping one of them around his waist and exiting the bathroom joining the other man in the next room.

Ghost remains standing in the centre of the flat as he unlocks the bathroom door and enters the room completely nude apart from the towel wrapped around his waist somewhat exposing parts of his rear.

"Lt, make yourself at home. You do not need to be standing here like a lamppost,"

He grins mischievously as He takes a fresh white shirt from the wardrobe and retrieves grey tracksuit bottoms from the drawers, 

"Just give me a minute, I need to get dressed,"

"Really, Do you need to?" 

He questions revealing a wicked expression in his eyes.

"Aye,"

He responds sarcastically as he returns to the bathroom, Partially closing the door behind him, unaware that a few centimetres swing open exposing more of him to the other man. He stands naked for a moment unfolds the sweatpants and proceeds to slide them over his one leg and bounces on the other as he struggles to pull the one pant leg over his foot almost tumbling to the floor. He regains his balance and proceeds to dress his shirt and adjust the fit around his waist before exiting the bathroom once more.

"Looking superb babe," omitting to disclose the clear imprint of the cock print on his pants. 

walking through the kitchen wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt walking up to the other man responding with a "Oh stop you idiot," muttering a laugh under his breath. 

Ghost returns a wink and takes his boots off before laying down on his bed.

"Would you like to join me, Johnny?" 

"Well..., I'm rather hungry would you like to eat first?"

He questions as he rubs his belly warmly.

"Sure, I can eat,"

"Really?" 

"Yeah, why is that so odd if I may ask," 

Ghost tilts his head to him confused at His remark. 

"Well, all the years I've known you I've never seen you eat or drink or well even show your face for that matter, Why is that? I mean you're face can't be that bad right?" 

John questions him with genuine curiosity as he walks closer to the bed.

Ghost sits up and lets an exhausted sigh pass over his lips as he moves his legs off the bed. The other man notices Ghost's troubled expression and realizes he hit a nerve.

"Lt, are you okay?" 

He calls whisperingly as he walks over to him. 

"Ghost?"

 He calls again before he kneels on the wood floor in front of him rubbing his thigh warmly as he gazes up into his dark eyes.

"What's the matter, Simon?"

The moment those words left his lips, he knew he had crossed the line. 

Ghost's eyes dart at him, pupils shrinking as the pale skin around his eyes peering through the mask redden in fury. He does not understand what is going on with Ghost at that moment. the other man's arms begin to tremble and his hands clenched into fists. John is terrified for his life, thinking this is the end of him. He falls back against the wall bumping his head harshly against the brick wall, he takes hold of the back of his scalp rubbing the area aggressively staring at him with widened eyes. Moments pass and Ghost's posture weakens, his trembles cease, and gradually falls forward.

John caught the larger man mid-fall and nudged him back onto the bed.

"Fuck ye dain! Ghost, what's wrong with you?"

Ghost just lay there for a moment as a tear ran from his eye and disappeared into the fibres of his mask.

"Ghost, are you okay?" 

"Call me Simon..., Johnny" 

A weak breath passes over his lips as John grins weakly and takes a seat next to him and proceeds to rub his thigh warmly.

"Simon, what just happened are you okay?" 

He questions nervously not wanting a repeat of the event that transpired just moments before.

"It looked like you were about to skin me alive there for a moment,"

"Johnny, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." 

Simon apologizes with a weak voice.

"Well do you want to talk about it, Simon, I mean people have asked you about your mask before and you never reacted like that." 

"Johnny, I'm sorry for my behaviour,"

Simon retorts feeling embarrassed as he remains pressed down on the mattress. He knows exactly why he acted in that manner, He's too embarrassed to admit that the same question had been asked by a girl he was courting years ago, whom he had genuine feelings for. After seeing his disfigured face she called him a monster and left and never heard from her again and that painful memory played back in his head, acting against his better judgment to his innocent question.

"It is nothing, I swear, Johnny," 

Simon sighed heavily as he glanced in the other man's direction taking his hand into his own.

"I'm sure whatever you are hiding under that mask can't be that bad, Si," 

"Si?" 

"Aye, "I guess I just gave you a nickname then," 

John smirks with a cheeky grin as he leans over and kisses Simon on the fabric covering his nose.

"Okay then, ready for breakfast, I stocked the fridge two days ago,"

John exclaims happily jumping off the bed and walking over to the kitchen.

"So, Si, are you a big eater or a little eater," 

"Whatever you feed me, Puppy," 

"What did you call me?" 

He comes to a still freezing in his tracks and turns to face the resting man on his bed.

"You heard me," 

"Oh really? I don't think I did, maybe you should say it again " 

John protests with a grin. He walks back to the bed and crawls over to him.

"I don't think I did," 

John argues as he positions himself over Simon's upper body, locking his gaze on him staring deep into his dark eyes with a grin.

"Puppy...,"

Simon whispers in a deep growl sending tingles down his spine. John proceeds to take hold of his mask and pull it to the tip of his nose pressing his lips onto his, they share a gentle kiss slowly progressing into passion as the lips part and swirl their tongues into each other.

Simon gradually shifts his weight letting John curl beneath him.  He continues kissing him deeply as he removes his shirt, exposing his toned upper body. His hands begin to wander, slipping down into the waistband of his pants tediously caressing his cock in pleasure.

John moans whisperingly, arching his back in anticipation of what is to come as he caresses Simon's scarred skin and sends shivers of pleasure through him.

"God..., Johnny, you feel good,"  

Simon Groans in pleasure as he continues toying with the other man's pulsing precum-leaking cock. John shifts onto him forcing him down onto his back pressing their bodies together as they continue kissing with passion. As the morning progressed the intensity between them more than made up for the nervousness they had both felt hours before they began.

Moments later they are interrupted by a loud knock echoing from the door.

Startled, Simon quickly sits up, his heart pounding with adrenaline. John, still lost in the intensity of their connection, slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the door's direction. 

"Aye, who is there?" 

he called out piercing through the silence that had settled around them.

"For Fuck sake," 

He mutters,  jumps off the bed and hurries to the door. He unlocks it and swings it open hurriedly.

"Aye, who is it?" He mutters but no one is there, he looks down the corridor but nothing. "Bloody Basterds," He exhales and mutters gibberishly as he shuts the door behind him leaning his head against it with his hand still on the knob annoyed at the ruined moment. He turns around and faces the other man still pressed down on his bed.

"Well, are you up for bacon, eggs, and sausage then, Si?" 

Simon remains on the bed, spread out with his feet and hands hanging off the sides.

"Yeah, why not?" 

He continues and walks over to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and takes out the ingredients he's about to fry up. He opens a cabinet door to retrieve a cast iron skillet before turning on the gas. He adds butter to the skillet and fries the bacon and sausage first, then the eggs. The wonderful aroma fills the air as the other man rubs his stomach.

While He dishes out their breakfast, Simon gets up and walks over to the kitchen curls his arms around John's waist, and says in a sweet, gentle voice, "It smells amazing, Puppy," while kissing Him on his neck.

He leans his head back into the crook of his neck and sighs whisperingly. 

He feels things he's never felt before Simon knows exactly how to push his buttons. the feeling of his warm body leaning into His own and kissing him on his neck sends tingles down his spine and goosebumps up his arms almost dropping their plates. 

"Come on, Si let's eat before it gets cold," John protests, pulling out of the other man's embrace and setting the plates down on the table.

"Come on sit, Si... what's wrong with you?" 

He questions Concerned while Simon just stands staring at him deep in thought not hearing being spoken to. He walks over to the hypnotic man and waves his hand in front of his face. 

"Shit, sorry..., what did you say, Johnny?" 

"I said, what's wrong with you?' 

"Come let's eat I didn't slave over all this scran for it to get cold" 

They sit down and start eating. Simon's mask is still pulled up to his nose and stuffing his face like a hamster would stuffing its cheeks full of nuts. John stares at him in awe and is amazed that he isn't choking.

"I can see someone is hungry," 

John mutters whisperingly as he watches the other man slurp up the last of his eggs using only his hands. Simon looked up confused from his plate and noticed that his plate was still half full.

"You still hungry? Here, have some more," He said happily handing him his bacon with his fork. 

"Are you sure?" He questions as he takes the bacon from him with his bare hand covered in grease and spilt egg yolk.

"Aye, Try eating slower this time, it's not running away you know," 

Slightly embarrassed under his mask he takes hold of his fork and proceeds to chop the bacon with the side of the utensil and takes smaller bites. John stares at him thinking how he looks like a toddler using a fork for the first time and falls overly in love with the scene while a warm smile sprouts over his face.

"What's with the grin, Johnny."

"Oh it's nothing, I was just thinking about something," 

He glanced down at his plate doodling with his fork in the spilt egg yolk.

"Really?" Simon mutters while wiping his mouth clean with his dorsal.

John stood up and collected their plates while letting out, "Aye,"

"Si, why don't you tell me why you were in such a hypnotic state a few minutes ago," 

"That was nothing, Johnny," 

He grins somewhat suspiciously at him as Simon pulls his mask back down covering his face once more. He is aware of the intense feelings he has towards him, but he is nervous that expressing them would scare him off. He knows the answer to his question. He got lost in thought earlier when John broke free from their embrace before setting the plates down on the table. He felt overwhelmingly grateful that he could spend time with him, But he decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

John stood in front of the sink washing their dishes before he glanced over to him and laughed whisperingly.

"Come here Si,"

Simon Glances at him befuzzeled as John laughs at him. he rinses a dishcloth under warm water in the sink walks over to Simon takes his messy hands into his own and wipes them clean with the rag.

Simon feels a bit embarrassed at the moment but enjoys the new feelings he has toward John brewing deep within. A few minutes pass as John finishes the dishes and cleans the countertop.

"So then, Do you want to do anything, Si?"

"Like what?" 

Simon questions as his curiosity peaks.

"Well I have a videogame console, but no games. I never play, We can walk to the game shop down the road if you like, it's only a couple of blocks, You do know how to play right?" 

"Of course, I do, Johnny, I'm a licenced killer we all play to clear our minds,"

"I don't," a light sigh leaves his lungs and tilts his head downwards digging his bare foot into the floor.

"So..., You can watch as I play," "I would like that,"

"Why do you have a console if you don't play?" 

Simon requests curiously.

"It was a gift when I moved in, but I prefer walking, it clears my mind," 

"Let me just change into something more appropriate, then we could go. Oh, you might want to change your mask, Si,"

"What... Why?" 

"Well..."

John thinks before he speaks not wanting the same reaction from Simon as earlier. 

"People are judgy in this town and get uncomfortable with outsiders, and most people don't walk around with a mask with a skull stitched to it, You know what I mean, Si?"

"Oh, I see...," He sighed depressingly as his gaze dropped to the floor.

Simon's mood changed and he sensed the tension and glanced over at him seeing the disappointed expression sprouting over his face. 

"Oh, Simon, I didn't mean it like that," 

He walks over to Simon and takes both his hands into his own and looks into his eyes.

"Si, You know I didn't mean it that way right" He questions, as he sees how the words he expressed hurt him.

I'm Sorry, Si," John mutters as he wraps his arms around Simon.

"Well.., I guess I'll have to change then." 

"Really?" 

He questions Simon curiously and leaves the embrace he shared with him.

Simon walks to the door of his flat turns the nob swings the door open gazes over to him as if it was his last and walks out of the door without saying a word.

end of part 2