Never to forget...

Never forget...

Through the eyes of David

There was so much that memory is like a tight bag,

Filled with tears, laughter and wine.

And suddenly you are left in echoing silence,

The door closed, and then what?

I passed by our school again. I finished it, but there were so many things connected with it - good and bad... And the first cigarette, and the thousandth call to school from my parents... But it all ended with the last bell that suddenly deafened me. I also remembered the happy faces of my classmates, I remembered the last kisses of the girls, reeking of the smoke of nervously smoked cigarettes and sad tears. I still remembered all this

, but to meet one of them...

And today was another last call for current graduates. They walked out of the school doors, the girls crying, the boys comforting them and laughing sadly. I smiled sadly, looking at the lush bows on the girls’ heads and the boys’ black suits. I approached one group and patted the guy on the shoulder.

- Hey, who was your boss?

— Frau Stolze,” the little fragile girl looked at me with tear-stained eyes. The guy hugged her tightly by the shoulders and it was clear that he did not want to part with her, because he loved her madly. “Loves...” I thought bitterly. “But I still remember my love...” He smiled at the guy.

- And I have Frau Cellin.

- Really? - The guy opened his eyes in shock. — They say she is very tough.

- Well... Don't slander my beloved leader! - I laughed. — She's actually very cool!

- David Bonk? — asked a hoarse voice behind him. I turned around and saw a short, plump woman looking at me with slightly reddened eyes. I walked up to her and hugged her tightly.

- Frau Zellin! Are you still teaching?

- Only four years have passed, and you’re already hinting at me about retirement! Aren't you ashamed?! — the woman laughed.

When you feel bad or sad,

And suddenly it became terribly empty,

Your friends will save you, you know.

And everything will become simple and bright,

You will get drunk with the wind,

Everything will be as you dream...

- Frau... I'll probably go... It's a long way for me to go home...

- Do you live far away? — the former class teacher smiled, escorting me into the hallway. I ruffled the hair on my head and, smiling wryly, stuck out my tongue slightly:

- No, actually...

- Just as I was a little liar, I still am! - Frau Cellin sighed, smiling happily.

— Yes, I’ll come to you again,” I grinned, hugging the teacher, knowing full well that I was lying. Once again. “As much as I was a liar, I still am...”

- Goodbye!

The dark street was illuminated by the light of many lanterns. I walked past shop windows, looking into the faces of the revelry graduates. I remembered very well how we spent that last day with my former class. We went to the embankment and drank wine, dousing ourselves with it and kissing everyone. They sang songs and read poems. We thanked our beloved leader throughout the city, screaming as if we were being slaughtered. We returned only in the morning - drunk, wet and happy-sad...

I was about to join the group of graduates inviting me to join them, when I suddenly noticed a familiar tall silhouette. Shaggy hair, an eternal guitar behind his back, such an innocent look and a crooked smile.

-Linke? — I asked quietly, not believing my eyes. When I saw the tattoo on my neck, I jumped with joy.

- CHRIS! LINK!!! — I quickly ran to the guy.

- BONK??? DAVIIIIID!!! - Linke turned to me. He caught me in mid-flight and buried his face in my hair, inhaling its scent. I ran my hands madly over his shoulders, not believing that I had met him again.

- Linke!!! I wanted to see you so bad! — I whispered, smiling from ear to ear. Linke grinned and whispered in my ear:

- Do you still love me?

— Yes...” I answered without hesitation. Linke sighed happily.

- That's good. I love you too!

-Where to now? Shall we get drunk like before?

- The idea is just great! Better yet, let’s go and get drunk with them! - and Linke waved his hand towards the graduates, looking at them and still inviting them to join them. I grabbed Linke’s hand and, not following the cars, ran to the graduates.

Do you remember, of course you remember,

Your first love and your first glass.

It was cool, and then you broke up,

And the notebook of poems was torn in half.

- Linke! Linke, do you remember how... - I asked excitedly, waving a bottle of wine. We had been sitting in Linke’s apartment for a long time. Outside the window a drunken dawn was blooming, spreading with fiery colors.

- I remember everything, everything, everything perfectly! - Linke smiled back at me, hugging my waist with one arm. I put my hand to his mouth.

- No! Remember when you fell in love with me! — and I smiled and took a sip of the bottle. Linke leaned back against the wall, holding out his hand for the wine.

- Well... Ah! I remembered! Then, at one of our school drinking sessions? When did we kiss for the first time?

I nodded.

- I don’t know why, but I fell in love with you while drunk! You were so cute...

- "Awww... And I'm sooo drunk right now..." I laughed, clinging to Linka. Our eyes met, and a minute later our lips met. Linke groaned almost audibly and hugged me with one arm. I pulled away, drunkenly looking into his eyes.

— And so cute...” Linke whispered, smiling slightly.

- How cool it was then! — I smiled sadly, squeezing the neck of the bottle with my hand.

- Yes... Do you remember when I collected songs then?

- Of course I remember! You were always running around with this notebook, with your guitar, with cigarettes...

- Yeah... I was worried about three things then... My school collection of songs that we sang, my guitar, and how to leave school to smoke... - Linke chuckled.

- By the way, what happened to your notebook? - I perked up, - I’ve already forgotten half of our songs...

- It was torn. And so evenly... - Linke showed how exactly the songbook was torn, -... in half.

- Yes... Strange...

Our summer is in the hallways, moms and dads are on the road,

Apartments are in the hands of savages.

We smoked in bed and laughed like children -

I don’t remember anything more fun!

I shifted my head on Linke’s shoulder. My hand restlessly ran through my hair, my gaze slid from the clock to the scattered things, bottles of wine, packs of cigarettes...

- Why are you worried? — Linke’s voice suddenly asked right next to his ear. I shuddered and suddenly realized that school time had long passed.

- Yes, I seem to have gone back four years again. I worry all the time that your parents might come and see us - drunk, naked and stoned...

- Yeah... Memories are a great thing. How mad you and I used to be...

- Yeah... It’s worth at least remembering how we made love in the bathroom... - I rolled my eyes, running my fingers along Linke’s thigh.

- Or then, on the bus... Remember?

- Of course I remember! Do you want to repeat?

- No... I'm too old for such things! - Linke laughed in a raspy voice. I laughed along with him, trying to imitate the same squeaky voice:

- And in general, is sand falling out of me then? I’m older than you...

- Only a year! —

said reproachfully in Linke’s now normal voice. I reached towards the table, feeling for cigarettes. He sat down on the bed, reaching for his shirt.

-Where are you going? - Linke asked, grabbing my hand.

- Smoke! You got me used to these damn cigarettes! — I showed a pack of Winston light.

- Let’s just do it like this! How then! — He pulled me back and hovered over me, groping for an ashtray on the floor. I took out two cigarettes. The lighter clicked. After a couple of seconds, the smell of tobacco spread throughout the room.

Linke took a drag and pressed his lips to mine. He inhaled tobacco smoke into my mouth, separating it with a kiss. I inhaled smoke as I answered.

Linke pulled away and, resting his head on his hand, looked at me. I looked into his eyes and suddenly started laughing. Easy and carefree.

— Daviiiid...” Linke groaned, starting to laugh too. He fell head first onto the pillow, shaking with laughter. He took a drag and coughed, but still laughter made its way through the cough. I patted him on the chest, taking a drag and also shaking in silent laughter.

— I love you, David...” Linke whispered quietly.

- Me too, Linke... And I will never forget what happened between us...

Through the eyes of Linke

You know, I could never forget you. Your black hair scattered across the pillow. Your measured breathing in your sleep - I listened to it all the time when I slept on your shoulder. Your soft pink lips, from which a quiet hiss of breath escaped. David, I couldn't forget this. Never.

I could never forget our first kiss - ridiculous, stupid. By chance, at our school corporate party, when everyone was drunk and couldn’t understand anything, for no apparent reason I pressed my lips to yours. Just to know what it's like to kiss a guy. And, oddly enough, you responded to my kiss... I remember the salty sweat on your lips, the taste of cherries. I felt it, I tasted it. Yes, it's stupid. But this was our very first kiss. I won't be able to forget him. Never.

I will never be able to forget our first sex - passionate, burning, tender. But it was all on the bus, in the toilet. We thought that if our friends found out about this, they would stop communicating with us. And they... They just chuckled a little mockingly and gave advice to express their feelings less zealously.

Do you remember when I covered your hand with mine? You looked at me intently and, twisting your hand, clasped our fingers together. Your gray eyes pierced right through my heart. It was cooler than Cupid's arrows! You blushed a little and the corner of your mouth lifted into a smile. It struck me so much that I timidly touched this smiling corner with my lips. Then he pulled away, and you tangled your hand in my hair and kissed me. At first very gently, recognizing, trying, then passionately, pressing my head to him with all his strength. A moment - and I was sitting on your lap, hugging your neck. And you kissed me like crazy, breaking away a little to take in air. He stroked my back, legs, climbed under my T-shirt and with an innocent movement ran his fingertips along the lower back, causing quiet sighs from my chest.

- Linke, I’m just going to fuck you in front of everyone! - you whispered in my ear as my hand slid over your flat stomach. I shook my head and whispered to you:

- Follow me to the toilet in a minute.

After which I got up and, slightly staggering from the euphoria of kisses that overwhelmed me, went to the end of the bus.

— Damn, if we get spotted!...” I thought in panic, closing the door behind me. A minute later there was a knock. I opened the door and pulled you in with a kiss. You moaned barely audibly and pressed me against the wall, wrapping your arms around me with all your might. He kissed the neck, drawing the skin of the tattoo through his teeth. He started tearing off my T-shirt.

— Davi…” I whispered impulsively, unable to bear all these crazy movements. You looked at me with misty eyes. And then he pressed his lips into mine, pushing his tongue furiously. I started unbuttoning your jeans. You undid mine. Wow, you did it faster... You stroked my penis - I moaned loudly into your mouth, clutching your shoulders like crazy.

- Fuck, Linke! - you hissed, laughing. - Moan quietly!

I laughed, but quietly, and you slightly squeezed your earlobe with your teeth.

You pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees and stopped indecisively.

- "Uh... Linke...

- "In my pocket," I whispered, looking at the low ceiling.

-Where? - Your amazement knew no bounds. I looked at you irritably and hissed:

- Yes, I agree, I agree, damn it! Agree! Now finish what you already started!

You smiled and pulled out a tube of lube from my jeans pocket. I could have said something else caustic, but you, as if realizing this, shut my mouth with a kiss. The bus shook - I hit my head against the wall, and you hit my teeth with your teeth. But because of all this, I didn’t feel how you began to stretch me, already with two fingers. A couple of seconds later a third one was added to them, and they touched the prostate. I arched towards you, pushing myself harder onto your fingers. My vision began to ripple. Taking out your fingers, you entered me... I don’t know what words to convey my feelings... I bit my lip.

The bus shook again. I don’t know what bumps we were driving over! From this push you entered the entire length of me. A low, wheezing moan escaped from my throat. You hissed and kissed me again, using your tongue as a gag.

Push. I rested my hands on the walls and threw my head back. Your fingers dug into my thighs, leaving bruises. You moved inside me like a hundred-horsepower piston, breathing hoarsely into my neck. I moaned incessantly, and you no longer shut my mouth, but only increased the speed, getting more turned on by these screams.

The world exploded suddenly. And immediately into thousands of fragments. You finished, I finished... The ceiling and floor changed places and time stopped... The only thing I remember is you, all wet and hot, convulsively pressing me to you; and I, shuddering from your last sharp movements in me...

You helped me wipe the sperm from my stomach and get dressed.

But the fun came later! Remember, we had just opened the door when Timo appeared to our eyes, innocently looking out the window. You instantly blushed—you blushed too much in general! Timo turned his head towards us and chuckled:

- Oh! Finally, lovebirds!

- Did you hear something? — I asked in a trembling voice. Timo neighed:

- No, I didn’t hear something! I HEARD EVERYTHING!

Now I’m blushing too! I can imagine how stupid you and I looked - two blushing, painted big ass... Timo finished scolding us with one phrase:

- And I wasn’t the only one who heard...

You and I looked at each other, and you said the only word you knew in Russian:

- Fuck!

Although we were incredibly ashamed, neither you nor I will ever be able to forget this...

After all, I love you so much...

I would never have noticed you in the crowd if I had not known how your eyes glow.

I would never have heard you in the crowd if I didn’t know how you laugh.

I would never have loved you if you had not given me the right to do so...

From the room for a long time I could hear carefree laughter, the sound of kisses, and the eternal quiet question:

- Do you remember?...

And an equally quiet answer:

- I remember everything, everything, everything!...

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