The World is a Story...

Everyone says that I aught to put a neat lil disclaimer in here before I start the story. Hmm, okay.

***Disclaimer: The characters portrayed below are my own, sprung from my own lil twisted mind. Please ask before using them (they really don't like to be yanked from my mind without warning). They are going to at some point get into adult situations. If you don't like that idea, please leave this page now. Oh and if you really like it and wanna post it else where, please ask first. Any emails to me need to include AFF in the subject line otherwise they will be deleted.***

Justin sat staring out the window, fingers tapping idly on the tabletop, trying to figure out where he wanted to go in his story. There were so many directions, and so many ideas. Glancing back down, he reread what he’d written last.


“But…Josh, please…” Tears flowed freely as he watched his lover’s life slip away from him. “Why did you have to do this? I would have been here for you no matter what.”


“It’s…for the …best…” came the soft reply. “You don’t need a burden like me hanging around. You need to be free to live your life.”


“It’s not worth it with out you.” He choked out, turning and grabbing his cell phone. “Hate me if you want, but I’m calling nine-one-one.”


He still wasn’t sure where he wanted to go with this, would Josh die before the ambulance got there, or would he live? And if he lived, would he be thankful that he was, or hate his lover because he saved him when all he wanted to do was die? The questions floated through his mind, each one playing out the ending, minute changes each time.


So, instead of focusing on his story, he returned to people watching. A blank document was opened so that he could record thoughts and descriptions of the characters wandering down the street.


Justin snorted softly to himself as he realized that was how he saw the other people around him, characters. The world was simply a story, one that was constantly being rewritten, cliffhangers and drama filling each page; everyday was a new chapter, each month another volume in the series.


Absentmindedly, he picked up his cup of coffee, bringing the lukewarm liquid up to his lips only to forget to take a sip as he heard a voice speaking to him from off to the side.


“Pardon me, if you’re busy, I’ll go away, but you just looked so…alone just sitting there like that.”


The voice was soft and decidedly male. Justin’s head turned and he soon found himself confronted with a pair of toffee colored eyes peeking out from behind raven locks. The cup was set back in it’s saucer with out another thought spared for the drink as he turned to fully face the speaker.


Standing next to him was a slender young man, perhaps twenty-two or twenty-three. Those toffee colored eyes sparkled slightly as if he knew a secret that no one else knew, the coal black hair actually hung below his shoulders, spiky bangs obscuring parts of a softly shaped oval face. He was, at least to Justin, beauty personified.


It was then though that he realized that he was staring, when the other’s brow rose slightly at the rather detailed inspection.


“I do apologize for staring, but it is so rare that I come across such beauty and refined elegance that I had to take a moment to stop and appreciate it.” Justin said with a chuckle, his honeyed tone betraying just a hint of a European accent. “But please, sit and join me if you wish. My name is Justin.” Justin half rose as he indicated the seat opposite from his own, hand outstretched towards the stranger as he sat.


“A pleasure Justin, I’m Desimir. As I said earlier, if I am disturbing you please tell me so and I’ll go,” he replied.


The thought of the man across from him leaving sent a chill down Justin’s spine, that couldn’t be an option. “No, no, please stay. I’ve been working too long and I am at crossroads now deciding where to go, so your interruption is a welcome one.”


The other sat, sliding into the seat smoothly, a half smile on his face. “Thank you. You said that you had been working too long? May I inquire as to what on?”


Justin grinned, indicating the laptop before him. “I’m an author; I’m working on a new bit, but that’s not quite my favorite subject right now; my characters are running away on me.”


The raven haired stranger smiled slightly, “Nasty characters to do such a thing, hmm?”


A shrug was tossed off, “I suppose, but they do that often and things turn out okay, so I really can’t say anything.” Justin signaled the waitress for more coffee, looking towards Desimir, “Would you like anything? My treat.”


“Just a coffee, and please let me. After all I intruded on your time here.”


“Sure, if you want.” Justin replied, staring at the man a little odd, but he wasn’t going to decline; he was an almost always broke writer.


While he was waiting for the drinks to be brought over, Justin could help but simply watch the other man. Already fingers were itching to rewrite one of the characters in the story to look like him. There was just this magnetism to him, and Justin just couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly, he just wanted to wrap himself all up in the other man.


Perhaps it was something about the faintly exotic look to him, skin pale, but not ghostly white, but also with out the golden tint one would expect on someone with such dark hair and brown eyes. Also missing was the Asian look that one might expect, it was just puzzling. He couldn’t even begin to guess Desimir’s origins, but it didn’t matter much. Once again though, he found himself falling into the other’s eyes, melting into the caramel depths.


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Desimir wasn’t quite sure what tugged him towards the writer sitting all by himself near the window. There was a very introspective air to him. Even though he was sitting up and watching street, he seemed to be folded in on himself. It was almost like a compulsion to go talk to him.


He waited a moment, studying the lightly muscled frame and the light brown hair. For a moment he wondered what color the man’s eyes would be. Would they be a light brown to match the hair, a stunning green, or perhaps a blue?


Tossing aside his indecision, he stood, leaving his coffee behind as he walked over towards the other.


“Pardon me, if you’re busy, I’ll go away, but you just looked so…alone just sitting there like that.” Desimir mentally slapped himself on the forehead at the stupidity of his statement, but could barely contain the gasp that threatened to escape when he found himself looking down into a handsome face. The man had eyes as blue as the sea down in the tropics. Clear and shimmering, they pulled at him; he wanted to drown in their beauty.


The two men stared at each other for a long moment, when Desimir realized what he was doing and raised a brow questioningly, wondering if he should stay or if he should go when the other spoke.


“I do apologize for staring, but it is so rare that I come across such beauty and refined elegance that I had to take a moment to stop and appreciate it. But please, sit and join me if you wish. My name is Justin.”


Desimir felt himself melting at the cultured tones spilling compliments from lush lips that he found he was longing to caress with his own. Giving himself a mental shake he responded, “A pleasure Justin, I’m Desimir. As I said earlier, if I am disturbing you please tell me so and I’ll go.” The words were almost forced from him, he couldn’t stand the thought of leaving this man alone after he had finally gotten up the courage to come and talk to him, but was pleased when he heard the other’s response.


“No, no, please stay. I’ve been working too long and I am at crossroads now deciding where to go, so your interruption is a welcome one.”


A half smile touched his lips as he slid into the seat across from the writer, curiosity taking over. “Thank you. You said that you had been working too long? May I inquire as to what on?”


The other waved absently at his laptop and Desimir gave it only a cursory glance, instead focusing on Justin’s words. “I’m an author; I’m working on a new bit, but that’s not quite my favorite subject right now; my characters are running away on me.”


Never really having been into writing, Desimir wasn’t quite sure how to respond, however he knew what it was like to have one’s work take control of your thoughts and actions, “Nasty characters to do such a thing, hmm?”


“I suppose, but they do that often and things turn out okay, so I really can’t say anything.” Justin signaled the waitress for more coffee, looking towards Desimir and the falling sensation returned as those blue eyes were again focused on him, “Would you like anything? My treat.”


“Just a coffee, and please let me. After all I intruded on your time here.” Desimir welcomed the break in intensity, wondering if the other felt it as well. Plus he felt a need to please Justin, to show that he was worth taking the time for him to talk to.


“Sure, if you want.”


Desimir ordered quietly, also asking for some light finger foods to be brought over as well. Turning back to Justin, he found the man studying him again. Inwardly he smiled, turnabout was fair game. Eyes sparkling slightly, he returned the other’s gaze, his own flicking lightly along the lean frame before him slowly before returning to his face.


Could he honestly be as lucky to have found someone that wouldn’t be adverse to his attentions? Sure, Justin was staring at him, but that didn’t mean much. The man was a writer, and he had seen him watching several of the coffeehouse’s patrons. Plus, the other day when he was in here there was a pretty, young woman sitting with him, a girlfriend? They hadn’t acted like a couple really but one never knew. However the silence was getting to him again.


Clearing his throat, he shifted nervously in his seat, “May I see what you are working on? Or do you not like to share what you are writing before it’s finished?” He’d heard that most authors didn’t like to share their works until they were finished and ready to be edited, but it never hurt to try.


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Pulled out of his thoughts by the other’s words, Justin shook his head slowly, blinking. For a moment panic set in. Desimir wanted to read what he had written, but would he accept what was written there? How would he react to two men as lovers? True he had come over here to talk to him, but he could just be lonely and looking for a friend.


What if he was to read the story of love and romance, pain and emotional anguish, and decide that he wasn’t interested in being friends? Justin had already decided that he would like to know the man better, not just in a friendly way, but to know him intimately. Even if Desimir was adverse to that idea he would accept simply being friends, but did he want to risk losing the chance at friendship if Desimir was homophobic?


When he realized that he had been silent for a rather long time after the question was posed, a faint blush tinged his cheeks. “Uh, my work is slightly graphic and written for a specialized audience. It’s not exactly something that everyone would appreciate.”


Hopefully that would give him a slightly better idea as to what he was asking, and Desimir wouldn’t ask again. Perhaps later if the friendship progressed he would let him read his works, but now? Now he was slightly fearful as to the other man’s reactions.


Desimir tilted his head to the side, gaze inquiring, “What do you mean that you write for a specialized audience? How graphic is it?”


Justin groaned inwardly, he would have been approached with a man with curiosity like a cat. He should have just latched onto the idea that he didn’t share his writings before they were complete. How to explain his story to the other with out possibly offending him? Normally, he was rather self-assured, but now he was blushing deeper, and there was a slight stammer to his words. “Well, ah, you see…I write what they call yaoi in some circles. It’s what I’m known for in the literary circles.”


There, that was an explanation, wasn’t it? The man would either know what it was or wouldn’t. And if he didn’t, he could always revert to his usually arrogant attitude and tell the other to become educated and find out what it was, then come back and talk to him.


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