On Lotus Pond Part 12: A Little Game of Cat and Mouse
Because this is my first attempt in writing the Carlos D/ Daniel Kessler Slash Fan fic, this story is prone to grammatical errors and plot holes.
Mixtape Vol. 6 can be accessed here.
Disclaimer: The following literary attempt is purely fictional. The names of the main characters happen to have real life counterparts in the form of very very gorgeous people. Any incident, character or anything that happened in the real life are purely coincidental. While I am somewhat obliged to say that I don’t own these real people, I am just informing anyone not to copy this story and make a buck out of it. Just read and try to enjoy if you please.
Daniel suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on his bed to find himself surrounded by complete darkness.
Strange, he thought. I wonder what time it is.
It seemed weird for him to wake up before dawn.
Then he heard the faint creak of the door.
Cautiously, he crept out of the warmth of his bed and shivered a bit as the cold crept into his skin.
He quietly opened his door and peered through a small gap.
He held his breath as soon as he heard footsteps. Then he saw Carlos coming up the steps.
Carlos, oblivious of the pair of hazel eyes watching him, began to unwrap his silk cravat revealing his slender milky white neck and the prominent Adam’s apple in the middle.
Then Daniel saw Carlos turn towards the direction of the spare room. His room. He quietly closed the door and quickly jumped back to bed and pretend to sleep.
It wasn’t long when Daniel heard the door open and felt light footsteps approaching.
He could smell Carlos’ perfume creep into his nostrils.
Then he felt a light touch on his thick blanket, at the level of his leg.
Could it be that Carlos is touching him?
Then he heard a faint sigh and then heard Carlos walk away and out of his room.
Daniel cautiously sat up on his bed and found Carlos gone. He sat in dark silence as he pondered what had just happened.
Carlos leaned against his bedroom door and heaved a sigh as soon as he closed it.
At age 32, how many men had he bedded? He could not remember anymore. Promiscuity must be his middle name.
He knew he shouldn’t have let Daniel stay. He’s just a random man. Or rather a boy. But still.
He could not tell if it was the lovely gaze of Daniel’s eyes, or the velvety touch of his warm soft skin, or the delicately fragrant smell of his breath or the sweetness of his lips that made Carlos realize the feelings he thought he had sworn off for the rest of his life.
He slowly peeled off the remaining of his clothing and slipped on his silk pajamas and dark blue velvet robe.
He hoped he didn’t wake Daniel when he sneaked into his room.
As Carlos slipped in between the sheets,
“Goodnight, Daniel”, he whispered into the dark silent air.
Daniel. Even the name seems to leave a sweet taste on his mouth.
Daniel laid his head back to the softness of his pillow.
As he close his eyes, he silently whispered.
(To be continued)