#kcd2 samuel

Tomodachi Life Living the Dream - Jamuel play (4)

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Wearing a dark blue robe, he sat at the backgammon table below the right wall. Samuel clenched and opened his fist, then approached John. John kept his eyes fixed on the board, rolling a black checker near his cheek. Samuel clasped his hands in front of his pelvis. He remained silent for a while. John raised his head.

"Are you feeling alright?" Samuel said, making eye contact with John.

John set the checker down.The hard piece struck the surface of ebony and mother of pearl.

"Yes." John picked up the atay glass on the table. He took a sip of the cold tea. Samuel paused.

"…An unidentified yacht is moored just beyond the coastal boundary. The standby personnel are ready. How shall we proceed?"

John didn't answer.He turned and stirred the yogurt bowl beside the glass. The neatly cut fruits mixed with the yogurt. The crystal glass and the silver spoon clicked against each other. The flesh is crushed. The sound of chirping birds overlapped with the flowing water. A robin perched on the water basin fountain in the center of the garden. Soon, the light falling from the sky dimmed then brightened again. Samuel stood in complete shadow. He watched the light and shadow touching John’s body. The sunlight illuminated his brown hair, skin, and the blue robe. It was dazzling. The tips of Samuel's fingers twitched.

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“I’ll figure it out somehow,” Samuel said, frowning. John, who had been sitting in the saddle and watching Samuel, tilted his head to the left. He rolled his eyes slowly. Soon, his brown Krakow boots touched the ground. John took four steps. There was no conversation as the pointed toes of his shoes brushed against the round, clunky boots. The two men stared at each other. “Hmm.” John leaned forward. He whispered into Samuel’s ear.

“Are you still bothered by the rumors? I told you to let them bother you. If you keep imagining things about me, there will surely come a moment when you back down.”

His thin, smooth lips pressed against his bearded chin and then pulled away. “What?” Samuel looked around, his face full of surprise. John laughed, almost like a cough. “Don’t worry too much. I’ll, take care of everything.” He turned and grabbed the reins and the horse’s mane. His foot slipped in and out of the stirrup. John approached Samuel again. His thin leather gloves flexed. The green tunic caught on the creased gloves. Samuel was dragged into the stable. The stable, just as the rumors had said, was filthy. The stench was overwhelming a mixture of horse manure, sweat, grease, rotten grass, and dust. Several horses turned their heads toward Samuel and John. John cornered Samuel between the wall and a bale of straw. A patch of darkness lingered in that corner, untouched by light. An arm emerged from beneath the blue cloak. Samuel’s heart pounded. His hose was slowly pulled down. Though his hands were free, he did not resist John’s touch.

“Seeing as you’re not making a sound and just standing there…”

“No.”

“I’m not finished yet.” John tightened his grip on the hose. His clenched fist even caught the braided cord. His prominent hipbone and half of his buttocks were exposed. John shifted his gaze to the side. The crotch of Hoz’s pants bulged prominently. He ran his fingertip over the fine hairs poking out from under the fabric. The muscle twitched.

“Looks like you won’t be refusing.”

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short story. John thinks of Samuel as he sits on his horse.

Mood board of a story where John and Samuel get entangled at a villa in Spain during summer.