Obsession

The Kiss by the Sink

There are the following triggering themes included in this story: mentions of suicide; sexual descriptions and implied sexual acts; homosexual relationships; infidelity; drama and angst; murder/mystery-themed; profanity; and descriptions of stalking/undiagnosed mental illnesses.

"Your mother is staying with her grandma longer than expected," John piped up, breaking the painfully awkward silence at the dinner table.

James had insisted on cooking the meal, and he also insisted that John just relax or go work on his book while he prepared the last meal of the day. And when dinner was served, Jason had, not surprisingly, opted to stay in his bedroom, which left John and James alone together, as usual. And neither were talking to one another.

The tension in the air was thick and oppressing. John didn't know if he was able to withstand it for much longer. Hence his break in silence about Marcy extending her stay with her grandma.

James responded to this new information with wide, doe eyes and the inability to form words out of his mouth. He didn't know if he could go on much longer like this, either. His attraction to the older man was almost too strong to ignore.

But pushing those feelings aside was a necessity for James. John is in a committed relationship with someone else. That someone else just so happens to be James' mother.

And suddenly, it was difficult to breathe. Constantly reminding himself that his feelings were wrong and always having to deny them was exhausting. It was almost like being back in the closet, and James swore, when he made the decision to come out of said closet, that he would never put himself in any position to where he would have to hide himself just to make others happy.

And right now, he was most definitely hiding things to make others happy. He needed to just buck up and let his mother be happy with John. John is the first decent person Marcy got together with since the death of Liam, and it would be wrong of James to interfere with that.

"I hope Great Gran is okay," James mumbled, mostly to himself, not bothering to further the particular topic of conversation beyond that.

"Are-are you done eating? I can clean up," James continued, making eye contact with John, as if in defiance of his emotions, just to prove to himself that he could function without making a fool of himself or disrespecting his own mother.

James could have sworn he could see disappointment cloud John's eyes, but it was gone a second later, making James wonder if he simply imagined it. John smiled a pitifully sad smile and looked down.

"Yes, I'm done eating. I- truthfully, I wasn't too hungry to begin with. Too much on my mind," John stated forlornly.

James looked down and took a deep breath to compose himself before standing up to clear the table. He brought the dishes to the sink to begin washing them, lost in thought.

One moment, James was washing dishes, contemplating his life, and how he was going to proceed with these feelings he wasn't supposed to have, and the next, John is in his personal space, cupping his cheeks, with a concerned look on his face.

James furrowed his eye brows.

"W-what-" he stammered, feeling his heart beating heavily against his chest as his scarlet blooms from his neck to the tips of his ears.

"I'm sorry," John whispered, closing his eyes, caressing his thumbs across James' cheek bones, then opening them back up to gaze into James' eyes.

"F-for what?" James asked as he tentatively reached out and gripped the front of John's black T-shirt with his sudsy hands, slowly losing control of his resolve to remain platonic.

"For this," John rasped as he leaned in and connected his lips to James'.

James responded immediately, whimpering and kissing back with urgency coursing through his veins, sizzling his blood and electrifying every nerve ending. He opened his mouth and allowed John's tongue to delve inside. Tongues dueled, teeth nipped, soft and airy moans filled their ears. They wrapped their arms around each other,

John was determined to caress and memorize every single line and curve of James' body that he could reach without breaking the kiss. Every fiber of his being was alive, alert, focused on the younger man in his arms. Every sigh and whimper, the pillowy soft feel of his lips, the way his body felt like it was made to mold against John's, everything about James was peefect and exciting. John was silently praying that he was not just dreaming.

James arched his body into John's and circled his arms around the older man's neck, deepening the intensity of the kiss. John growled deep in his chest, dipping to grip the backs of James' thighs and hoisting the eager man up onto the counter top. James latched onto John with his thighs gripping John's hips and wrapping his legs around as they continued to explore each other with their hands and mouths.

After a thorough lustful session of kissing and touching, James broke the kiss. His lips were raw and swollen, and his eyes were dark and glazed over.

"We gotta stop," James breathed, though he remained wrapped around the older man.

John searched James's face, as if looking for some kind of answer to some unspoken question. He then took a deep breath, and they slowly disentangled from each other.

"We- we should talk about this. Later, I mean. It's- we can't just pretend it didn't happen," John stated as he looked down, "but it probably would be best if we-we took some time to digest everything, you know?"

James stared at John for a few seconds, willing the older man to just look at him. But he wasn't looking up.

"Okay," James dutifully said.

John looked up with hopeful eyes and smiled before cupping the side of James' face before leaving the room, leaving James alone with his thoughts.