Black & White

To make you feel my love

A sweet melody rode on the breeze floating in from the opened window, their dance only visible to their ears and skins, sending shivers down their spines. The sound was soft, spreading from the center of the room, filling the place between the snow white walls with beautiful music. Warm and tender rays played with his pale skin, tickling his exposed shoulders and his cheeks, encouraging him to smile with his eyes closed, trusting the song that was caressing his ears.

He let the white sheet wrapped around his naked body slip a little when he felt his eyes on his now completely exposed back, drowning in the attention he was receiving. The smile on his lips turned into a smirk, he remembered last night, he thought of tonight and the moment they were in. Only a thin blanket was hiding most of his body from the other man's loving eyes, unlike last night, when their bodies had been entwined, engaged, in love and pleasure, touching and moving, fulfilling their desire.

The melody died down softly while the soft breeze kept on playing with the other man's black hair, waving it, twirling it, tickling the sides of his face. He knew because he had been watching him the day before, followed the sweet music that had been sounding through the whole building. Asking him to, seducing him into, provoking him into following it, to its master who had been awaiting him. They met, looked at each other, and he played again, that oh so sweet music, that had captured his soul in an instant.

There was a pause, silence, for a little too long. Holding the blanket up with one hand, he turned around, focusing on the other man sitting at the black piano, turned towards him. His black suit jacket was fine, matching his dress pants and even hair, the white chemise screwed up and a few buttons opened, the bow tie hanging loosely around his neck. Before the younger male had settled in front of the piano, they had danced around the room to the tune of their feelings, until they found themselves craving for real music.

And now he was playing the piano, melodies of Brahms and Haydn, to which they hummed and he danced, swirling around in his self-made dress out of a white blanket. They laughed and smiled, they kissed and they touched, living into the day by the sounds of the music they were raised by. From their early childhoods on, they had been living in this palais, singing and playing piano, while they had only met yesterday. Classic education, same composers, same sonata, same operas and theater plays, yet they had never acknowledged the other until the concert yesterday, when their souls had been exchanged the way they were in this very moment.

“Sing for me,” he asked, smiling that gorgeous yet masculine smile of his, extending his arm, pointing his perfect hand into his direction. It felt like a late tune was slipping from underneath the keys, sending a sound to whirl around the room, embracing him and pulling him closer towards the other man. Was it his magical air? His extraordinary smile, those captivating eyes and that soft and manly hand that he couldn't resist to take, forcing him even nearer that the blanket almost slipped from his other hand.

Leaning into the other man, bringing their faces closer, the blanket fell to the floor, his bare lower back tickled by the sun rays that were still shining in from the wide opened window. He pulled the blanket up a little, placed one knee on the piano stool, followed by the other, settling himself in front of the musician in the suit. One arm wrapped around his chest to keep his dress in place, the other reaching for the soft long locks of the handsome man, curling them around his finger and letting go, while the man's arms wrapped around him, fingers tickling his lower back. His eyes were greeted by a smirk, lips met with their matching piece, making him lose his balance and control for a second, caught by the man's strong arms, who didn't break their sweet embrace.

“Play for me,” he whispered, one finger placed on the half-Asian's lips, as said one let his fingers wander through his brown curls, releasing a soft sound of pleasure from his throat. Their lips touched, and touched and parted, brushing together and letting go, nibbling and sucking, pulling closer and holding tightly. “Play for me... from your heart...

“Michael...,” he cooed, embracing him in a last kiss before they parted, the musician turning towards his instrument, him staying in his position, watching those beautiful long fingers moving over the keys. There was silence again, only the sound of their breaths and his fingers brushing over the keyboard. It gave the impression that he was gathering his thoughts and sentiments, when he closed his eyes, he fused them into a melody that he transferred onto the piano.

The music was familiar, like he had only heard it a day ago, yet like he had heard it years ago. No melody they would sing in their lessons, no song they would be able to hear within the walls of this building. Still he knew the words to the sweet melody, the beautiful tunes that stroked his heart so tenderly, like the sensation of his hands on his skin, the feeling of their lips touching.“When the rain is blowing in your face... and the whole world is on your case... I could offer you a warm embrace... to make you feel my love...” he sang, his eyes fluttering shut, a shiver running down his spine, the little hairs on his bare arms standing up. The sound of the piano made him gasp softly, his body tingle with desire, want and need; every tune felt like a stroke over his bare skin, the deeper the lower, the higher the softer.

He missed the next verse, lost in the sound of the music, the touches his skin was imagining, those strokes over his arms and cheeks, warmth spreading from inside. The change of rhythm and pace called him back to his senses, a soft smirk on his love's lips welcomed him back, he had obviously been watching him, each of his sighs and gasps and moves, the thought of it made him blush, part his eyes from him and move off the stool, pulling the blanket back in place while he walked around the piano, followed by deep brown eyes, and finally leaned against its side, picking up the melody. “I know you haven't made your mind up yet... but I would never do you wrong... I've known it from the moment that we met... no doubt in my mind where you belong...”

A soft sigh left his lips, his eyes concentrated on the man's face that turned towards him, inhabited by the same smirk, the same tunes and melody sounding from the piano. Just that look, those eyes, that smile... his heart became weak for a moment, lasting in this state, his lungs empty, no matter how hard he tried to fill them; the piano player had taken his breath away. He was drawn by the music, asked to step closer from the sweet waves of melody, his bare feet moved on their own accord, elegantly tiptoeing over the wooden floor.

“I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue,“ he sang with the hints of passion in his voice, “I'd go crawlin' down the avenue...” Only the soft breeze created a distance between them, they were close again, his white dress brushing his black-clothed shoulder, their eyes locked on each other. Even when he knelt down before his figure of desire, his eyes never parted from his face, fingers wandering blindly over the keyboard. “No, there's nothin' that I wouldn't do, to make you feel my love.” A content smile laying down on his lips, he settled onto the floor and rested his head on the man's lap, eyes fluttering shut as warmth shot through his body. His senses focused on the music, the notes and tunes of the piano and a moan slipped from his lips, soft and quiet but filled with desire and love.

There was silence, only the song you could hear and their breathing, melting into the sound, the beating of their hearts became one and the same. Sun rays shining in from the opened window, a breeze dancing around the room, hand in hand with the music, everything about this moment was like mist in his head. He knew what had happened, knew what was happening; his heart was bonded to this man, chained to their love towards each other, it would always be, would ever be this way.

His blanket fell down, revealing his milky skin, touched and brushed by the musical breeze, a shiver ran down his spine when the silence ended. His love, sitting on the stool in front of the piano, dressed in a black suit, the chemise and tie messy from their passionate embraces, broke the quiet, his voice a little raspy, yet soft and masculine. “I could make you happy, make your dreams come true... Nothing that I wouldn't do...“ A little pause, eyes pointed down to look into the mirrors of the man whose head was placed in his lap, “Go to the ends of the Earth for you... To make you feel my love.“

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