Prologue
He still thought of Joni often. The memories of him haunted his dreams as persistently as they did his days, even though he had sworn to his therapist that he was rid of the obsession.
His therapist, a man in his fifties, bored with his life or perhaps his job, seemed too easy to be played with. The questions were ridiculously predictable and so were the answers that the questions sought.
The man seemed pleased; “You’re on a good path here,” he had said after their previous session and Chris had smiled, gratefully, just like he wanted to portray. “You’re beginning to see the error of your ways.” They had talked about his mother’s and father’s relationship. Of course, his behavior was a symptom caused by his childhood. He was angry at his mother for being too weak, and he was angry at his father. Yet he had behaved just like him in a similar situation, which had resulted in anger with himself.
He needed to develop his self-awareness and accept his past wrong doings for the healing process to take place. He needed to acknowledge when and where these violent thoughts and actions awoke and try to find another way to release the aggression. A healthier and, most of all, harmless way.
This, he assured, he wanted to do for himself as well.
Freedom;how he longed for it! He counted the days to his release. It would only be another seven months, the original sentence cut in half as he was a first-timer. He was aware that in many other countries, he would have served a much longer time for his crime. Still, for him, even a little over a year felt too long, especially when his only friend in prison would be released much earlier.
“I’ll promise to visit you, ” the green-eyed man promised one night, his hand moving on his erection, teasingly slow. Chris’s head fell backward for a moment, panting through his parted lips. His gaze shifted to the open magazine next to them. It was his friend who had brought it to him; as a surprise gift and comfort for lonely nights, something to inspire him.
His exboyfriend was back to modeling, and Chris could still follow him, at least through these adverts. Joni had recovered. The athletic pictures for some sports line revealed parts of a well-trained figure, lean muscles under the seemingly flawless skin.
These pictures, these so-called adverts, exuded sex and revealed that Joni hadn’t really changed at all. He had just been conveniently pushed aside, with an exaggerated excuse, while Joni continued his life with his current boyfriend. The Russian didn’t seem to mind the way Joni presented himself...
His companion took his cock in his mouth while his hand played with his balls. Chris groaned, thrusting in deeper and almost making the other gag. The green-eyed man placed his other hand on Chris’ stomach to calm him down a bit.
Chris kept gazing at the picture, imagining Joni in the place of his friend. He closed his eyes, fucking the warm offering mouth, groaning in pleasure as he came. The one on his knees before him smiled, licking his lips for the remains of his seed. “Will you miss me when I’m gone?” the voice asked teasingly. And Chris answered with a lazy, relaxed smile.
“You know the answer,” he said and brought his pants back up. “And...”
“I will visit,” the other man promised, then glanced at the magazine and grinned when shifting his gaze back to him. “And send you more pictures.” He winked and Chris ran his hand through the other’s hair, grinning back at him.
“Good, I know that you’re the only one I can count on. You’re the only true friend I have left.” The other man smiled at him.
They shared like-minded thoughts; they understood each other. Or so Chris believed...
