The Tattooed Flutist (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Voice of Luiz...

Oh God!! I met him face to face; he is far nicer person than I thought; those naughty smirks disappeared and an celestial calmness prevails. The melted chocolate complexion, unnaturally big eyes, sharp flute like nose,, dark pink pouts, a tangle of hair over the right eye..........I can't think more! I never saw such innocence & purity in human face. Whenever he looked straight into my eyes I felt a pair of peerless eyes devouring me with caring stare.

I lost myself in those eyes,

I sank myself on two tiny lakes,

I saw tears,smiles,smirks,frowns,

Those eyes became my heart's window;

I reflected my face on his eyes,

I saw my death on those eyes.

I felt so important myself being with him; he seemed quite ready to go against the world only for me. I felt like he'll fight with me but will fight against the world if something happens to me.

Oh, I have to concentrate on my studies, he steals my time a lot; Mr Diaz tirelessly analyzing  the thoughts of John Keats and I'm ceaselessly musing my muse! the boring hours will end soon and I'll get to meet him; he is waiting for me. But Mr Diaz is extra emotional today, he just can't get enough of Keats. I drew Crusoe's name on my notebook shunning sir's notes.

'Hi beautiful, how was the day?', Crusoe asked when I met him finally!!

'Don't call be beautiful', I pouted.

'Okay my little handsome candy, how was your day?', he gave me most possible naughty look.

'My personal musician brightens my day as always', I said ignoring his naughty look.

He seemed gladdened with my answer and suppressed the urge to kiss me. After all, it's my school and I didn't share our relationship with anybody still now. I'm still in a denial but my friends can't get enough of it.

We reached in the Cinnamon forest near his locality; actually we both love this place, possibly best place to hang around being hidden. As soon as we came off my bike be engulfed me in a bear hug and gave me warmest kiss ever given !! I melted into the kiss and for got to kiss back. 

'Oh baby, can't I get a kiss?', he pouted, quite concerned. I just smiled and leaned in to press my lips on his; he kissed back immediately; suddenly we are fighting orally !! moans escaped through our throats and I'm satisfied with it. He tightly held me, I started playing with his locks. By chance a spontaneous chirping of birds started to make us jump apart.

I glanced at him; he is blushing, still smiling a bit. A cozy silence prevails.

'Now play your flute', I pleaded.

'If only you recite poem for me', he crossed hands.

'I said first', I winked.

'I said loud', he again gave me that soul-destroying smirk.

'You jerk, play now', I deadpanned, 'You are better player'.

Finally we searched a quite shadow and started confabulating. He told me many unknown facts about flute, it's seven holes..................

'Do you want to learn?', he asked and I nodded. He came closer to me, 'Hold this'. I held one end and he held the other; suddenly I noticed I am just between his legs, almost on his lap.

'Huh? why are you blushing?', his innocent voice stirred me.

'It's nothing, now teach me how to play', I said like obedient kid.

"What is being played?", the thick pensive voice jerked us. I saw a tribal man with sharp eyes observing me in angry stare. He's bare bodied, wore lots of beads ornaments and bizarre tattoos.

'Dad?', Crusoe stood up in horror. So, it's Crusoe's fucking dad!

'You have time to spend doing nothing, whiling away in flute.........son of bitch', he said in toxic voice, 'What about the herbs? and the feathers?'

'Oh! I will collect them soon, don't worry', Crusoe replied in shaking voice. I hated this dick-head for causing such troubles, and giving his son these pains. He talked to own son like he is his slave; and Crusoe didn't protest.

'When? after your dear friend goes home?', he stared at me, 'Or you don't bother?'

'What if he doesn't bother?', words escaped through my throat. But Crusoe held my hand, 'Luiz, you don't have to deal with it, he may harm you', he whispered.

'Then he won't consume my food, better he'll be trapped live in paper and ink', he deadpanned.

'Dad, are you done yet?', he asked in disgust.

'No son, after my works are done', said he and lost in the greenery. I stood there like a statue, totally frozen. I hated this person so much. 

'Am sorry Luiz'

'Don't be. It's not your fault. This person really sucks. How do you tolerate him?'

'I won't within a few days. We band members hired a room. I will live there with our musical instruments'.

'Could you ignore him? He is so rude'

'He has issues. He always treats me like a slave. I believe he is not my father. How can a father behave like this?', he nodded in disappointment, 'But I love my grandma'.

'That's nice'.