#hphm interaction

This only caused the other boy to scoff before giving him a light shove. There was something about the two of them that lingered just outside of friendship venturing towards something more that they almost dared not utter. It was in their voices. It was in those casual glances, soft smiles, and eager laughter. There was that romantic longing that grew stronger with every uncertain heartbeat. As fingers brushed against skin, conversation faltered. The unspoken question was now forefront in their minds. There was hesitation as their lips touched with faltering certainty not wanting to risk it all but allowing curiosity to lead them forward. One timid movement issued forth a bolder retaliation; a true kiss. It was from this moment that the relationship took on more romantic aspects. Conversations turned to unending possibilities and confusion. As the temperature dropped, they huddled together under one of the stable blankets.  Time passed, forgotten and ignored, as the two figures immersed themselves in each other’s words. It wasn’t until the stable doors were thrown open with an unusual amount of force that they were reminded of time’s passing. It wasn’t until the inhuman snarl escaped that looming shadow that the once sweet taste of romance turned bitter. Dreams were lacerated by reality. Once! Twice! The hostility with which the riding crop tore into his flesh intensified his confusion. Seth couldn’t understand. He wasn’t made to understand but encouraged to despise. Forced to mirror his father’s hatred with every strike. Try as he might, Seth could only venture into the hopeless longing of what could’ve been. That was seven months ago. He had only recently moved to England. Seth was uncertain this country had anything to offer him that seemed even remotely interesting. A mischievous glint echoing in green eyes and off-handed remark told him otherwise. They were a volatile combination of intense words, passions, and frustrations. It consumed him, demanding his focus, his time, and his energy always waiting for the unexpected. “It will be fun, trust me.” 

“I’d find it easier to trust if you would actually tell me what you had planned.”

Its Reyes, I can trust him, can’t I?

Corbyn purred as he persuaded Seth, yet again, to indulge in the bittersweet offerings of the forbidden. Gentle reassuring caress, a secretive date, and empty promises ushered him into a new realm of uncertainty. It was a fast-paced downward spiral that caused him to lose sight of himself. It was a whir of affection, admiration, and eventual disconnect. Four weeks later, the uncertain wavering erupted into chaos. What was once a moment of celebration was forever tarnished by hostility and regret. Words escaped that could never be reclaimed. He had attempted to achieve that forbidden ideal, that romantic love, and this time the blame was cast upon himself. Rather than being forced to separate, he was rejected.  There were expectations, uncertainties, and fears that bound Seth to restriction and hesitation. Fear orchestrated his interactions through the clever disguise of self-confidence. This arrogance corroded his relationship until it was nothing more than hostile glances and empty words. A reputation wavering, a father’s cruel disappointment, and more were the only gains from this. He had taken a risk and sampled that which had been deemed forbidden. How many times was he going to allow himself to falter and ruin himself? How many times would it take for him to realize this was merely a hopeful longing he was required to suffocate? They had been temporary lapses in judgment.