Few meters.

That was the distance between them and the bedroom.

Brian made those steps with an army of butterflies flying in his stomach and there was no doubt that it had nothing to do with the fact that he indeed didn’t eat anything that day. Oh no, he knew that the cause of those hands, playing tennis inside him, was a different kind of jitters and the silence of the loft, muffled by the dull sounds of their steps, didn’t do nothing to alleviate it.

Still, he didn’t and he wouldn’t stop or turn back towards the kitchen. Oh no, he wouldn’t stop himself and Nick there, in the centre of the hallway, and gently inform Nick that, maybe, it would be better if they see each other the day after. In a realization he didn’t know where it came from, Brian was sure about what he was going to do, without having doubt or second thoughts. And that certainty came from knowing, right when Nick had appeared on his doorstep, that this was the perfect moment. And, maybe, there would never be another time and place more perfect than the present. It wasn’t romantic, no one had organize or planned every little moves that would lead us to that door and, maybe, it was because of those reasons that it felt so right.

Nick and him, standing right in front of the other.

For an instant, they just stood there in silence, under the silver light of a moon that wanted to be part of that important moment. They stood there and mesmerized every features and locking in a safe place in their hearts every emotions, feelings and expression that shone in their eyes.

No one had ever made Brian feel like this. No one but Nick. He felt himself burning under the scrutinizing gaze of those eyes, a darker shade of blue because of the passions lingering between them, as they both took time to undress each other and tore away those clothes, the only obstacle left. Every piece of skin touched by Nick’s gaze was left at the mercy of flames, making him tremble and hold tighter on his lover’s body.

Those eyes. Brian remembered falling in love with those blue drops the first time they feel upon him that morning. He remembered wondering what it would felt like to be touched by them under the force of passion and lust, doubting that he could ever be the kind of man holding that power within his hands.

It was a gaze that made him soar up with no physical laws ruling his body.

Especially, that gaze made him felt loved like it never felt before, like Nick had took him and placed upon on a pedestal, a place to be adored with caresses and kisses. Just like he was a saint that could save Nick’s soul.

There was no rush, though the need and the desire to be closer and closer until they were breathing through one only body was growing bigger and bigger as the minutes slipped by.

There was no rush because each moment was treasured with grace and care, treated like it was the rarest gem in the world.

There was no rush because their hands needed time to explore and learn every detail of those inch that had been inaccessible until now, free from the clothes and the masks.

There was no rush because it was a play, a dance... whatever it was, it belonged to them. It was theirs. Sensations were amplified, touches spiked fireworks in every nerve, flashes of lights that blinded them with their intensity. They didn’t hurt, though. No, they joined the ecstasy and started danced with her, creating a sort of rainbow whose end was only for them to be seen.

In that room, between those sheets, the only thing that mattered was them: the Brian and the Nick that had met and fell in love. Past relationships, different numbers of lovers or experiences... everything that belonged to their past ceased to exist in that first moment when they become one: body, heart and soul.

They searched for that piece that could made them complete.

Finally, they had found it.

They had found each other.