No fairy tales

Flashes... in front of my eyes, in my head, in my stomach... Spots, shots, sweet jolts... Her moist, swollen lips, light moans, a lingering look from under half-lowered eyelashes, a shudder running through her stomach... Her heart fills the room with a bell ringing. Lou is ready to sell his soul to the devil for the opportunity to be there, on the other side of the screen, next to her... He does not take his eyes off, catches every movement of her body... The pleasure grows, reaches some unreal, crazy peak. He never imagined that it could be like this...

He was embarrassed, not deftly undressing under her intent, studying gaze. All the ability to behave in front of the camera, all the experience of filming gave way to the modest eye of the webcam. He is skinny, it seems to him that from the whole body he has only elbows, knees and tattoos. How can she like it? But she says - beautifully, and asks to show everything, using a completely indecent word. Where did you hear it?! It's exciting, just wild! Lou feels the lube ooze out and flow like a goo.

And then she licks her fingers and starts to caress herself. And the embarrassment is gone. All that remains is the hot excitation in the chest, in the temples, in the groin - insane, ousting everything and everything from the head and heart. And oxygen from the room.

She bends, leans forward, bites her lips, sighs. She runs her fingers through her hair, strokes her juicy body. He asks to take her. Louis curses through his teeth and follows her, in her warm footsteps. Realizing that if she had been there, he would not have lasted five minutes.

She closes her eyes, trembles, arches, groans ... Calls him by name. Everything ... and he can no longer and does not want to hold back. Spasms of an orgasm — sharp to a morbidity, stormy... The smeared with hot trembling fingers. Lou's breathing is driven, in jerks, droplets of sweat crawl down his temples, fall on his sharp collarbones.

She reaches for the screen, licks her lips. Smiling. He asks to kiss her. He reaches for the webcam with his lips. It's hard to think of something more stupid and tender than this kiss. And then she turns off. Maybe by herself. Or maybe the Internet is just disconnecting.

“I love you…” Louis says in a hoarse voice into the closed video chat window. Strokes the screen. He presses the laptop to his chest. And then weaves into the bathroom on wobbly legs. Climbs under the warm jets of the soul. Legs do not hold and he slides down the wall. Water is flowing. He smiles stupidly. Happily. Thoughtlessly. To the ears.

And then he starts crying. Multi-coloured shoulders shudder with sobs. Tears are immediately washed away, but they flow again and again. This was spectacular. She's so damn far away. She's a cunning damn demon who took his whole soul out of him. He loves her to death.

Two days after this madness, she did not appear on the network. Louis was even glad, because he did not know how and what to say? He realized that he was gone, completely and irrevocably. This can not be canceled, not forgotten, not cured. Do not replace with anything else. Now he's either with Keith or... not at all. If she said no, he would rather die than continue this existence without her.

He painted a lot. Lots of. A bunch of sketches. Red, black, green. Oblong eyes and fluffy tails. And lines of their correspondence from Skype. A brand new design for his clothing line, something he has never done before. I drew and thought how to tell her these three simple words that can move mountains? How? He came up with hundreds of options and then he himself smashed them to smithereens, rejecting one after another. Everything sang inside him, as if someone was playing a good measured melody on the tightly stretched strings of the soul.

When it began to rain, Louis took Austin and went for a walk. The restless dog cut circles around him, tried to swim in the river, catch frogs. Louis smiled at his thoughts, enjoying submerging his face under the small warm drops. He decided to rent an apartment. The parents' house is large and comfortable, and his brother is nearby, but he suddenly urgently wanted something of his own, isolated ... Only for him and Kit. And Austin, of course.

- Hey Ginger :)

— Hey baby :) Ginger? Why?

“I mean, redhead, with red hair. It suits you so well. (Wow, I'm already a baby? Cool!)

— Ahhh! How are you?

Are you still asking? Super! You are just crazy. And so do I now.

- I'm glad 

— Keith, tell me your address, please? And a phone number too...

- Why? 

- Do not be afraid, not to hang around under your windows like a maniac, or get calls - call at night and sniff into the phone (although, for this too ...). I want to send you a present.

- I hope not a check for Internet sex services? %)))

- Damn it, Keith! Flowers!

- Kidding. I'm a little… how is that… indecent?

- Ashamed? Uncomfortable?

- Yes.

- Why?

- I didn't do that before.

- Me too. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are beautiful and seductive and desirable… damn… I wish it was real… Kitty kitty, come to me? (And I'll show you a tattoo in your honor ... Lily giggled for a long time before getting to work. What was to be done? There was almost no clean skin left on me).

— Fly to England for sex? Expensive pleasure. For me :)

- I can’t fly myself now ... I have a recording ... then the tour ... I will pay for the flight. Keith, I miss you, I want you… also lack of freedom, that one!)

- Get used to getting everything you want? Snap your fingers and I'm in your bed? I have my own life, work, music. I can't just drop everything either.

"Damn, don't say that... Keith, I love you... I'm crazy about you!" I don't need others, I need you! I don't notice other girls. Generally. There is only you. Happy. At night. At the studio. In car. When I eat, when I paint, when I sleep. You are in every second of my existence. (Well, that’s what he said… Like the last motherfucker, he typed it in the chat. Ugh…)

—Keith?

— …“Keith, just don’t be silent… And don’t try to disappear.”

— Do you love?

- I love.

“But you don't know me at all. I have a vile personality. And habits. And I eat meat. And I drink blood

“What the hell… God… Keith… What does it all matter?!

“Louis, you are wonderful… Really. Cute. Charming. Sexual. It's interesting with you, your music is magic. But all this together is very much like a fairy tale. There are no stories.

"Did someone hurt you, baby?" So you don't believe anymore? Don't want to believe? Or are you not free?

- Free. Already  I'm just too big a girl.

“Give me at least a chance, Kitty.

A couple of hours later, Louis sent his overgrown girl a basket of tiger lilies of prey. And a certificate for the right to own a double blue star in a certain constellation. A star named after her. There are no stories? I beg of you…