Kylian 23 and Achraf 26. Don't judge me for the 3 year difference, just felt like it had to be done. Enjoy.
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Every religion has it's own flaws, but their beauty continues to shine. That's how Achraf sees his religion as. It's simplicity and serenity could turn heads. Achraf was proud to be born into a religious family. As said before; every religion has it's own flaws, which means, with it's outer perfection comes the internal problems it holds.
The boundary. There are boundaries set to make this religion one of a kind; no intimate relationship between the same sex. Achraf had nothing to do but to accept it; complaining would bring him dejection from disappointing Allah.
But, there was nothing he could do about it. Everything about his fellow team-mate forced him to break through the boundary wall; to cross the boundary line drawn for him. As much as the weights increased, so did it decrease.
He never stopped praying, though. He prayed 5 times a day, and read the Qur'an from time to time. Even though making a sin on either side, he felt that was his fate. Achraf had came to conclude; Allah was testing his patience.
Well, he had gave in. He couldn't bear being tortured from the beauty always set forth of him in the shower room. He gave in to temptation; his surging desires. There was no way to stop his pale of deep affection from over-flowing.
The other day while reciting to himself the Qura'an, he had read in verse (30:21), 'And of His Signs is that He has created mates for you from your own kind that you may find peace in them and He has set between you love and mercy.'
Closing the holy book, laying on the bed, it got him thinking: If Allah does want us to find peace in those (he/she) who we love, then why not same sex? Achraf wasn't complaining, he'd never. He couldn't be any happier for all that Allah has gifted him with.
He didn't give it much thought. But, by fajr, as he looked out into the midst of the shining stars, it returned. Hiba groaned and Achraf could hear the duvet shuffling but he couldn't care less. Hiba just tapped at his shoulder, as he hummed.
Mbappe's images started to come to mind. It almost felt so wrong to think about another man with rather intimacy in the middle of praying, but as per said, he couldn't resist. He was too addicted in the French, and he had no idea to what extent he'd gone.
But Hiba did. But he didn't. And that's where the secondary conflict would rise.
- "Done yet?" Achraf turned his head to both sides, talking to Allah for a short amount of time and murmuring 'Ameen', before standing up and folding up his prayer rug. Achraf turned to her with an unfazed look. Hiba had come to pick up the habit of seeing this face everyday, after the WCQF.
- "You clearly need a break, Achraf."
- "You need it more than I do." Achraf would state facts without knowing he did. No matter how gloomy and un-interested he looked in everything, he would never forget to show the love and appreciation towards anyone who deserved it.
- "Man, I've been out of the industry since the past few months. You look so fucked-"
- "Astagfirullah, May Allah guide you to the right path."
- "He already is, but he needs to take a look at you first."
- "I'm happy Hiba, go to sleep." Achraf insisted, with a small side smile. Hiba returned it with hers, sighing in defeat. She could never go against him; he was just...too good to be true. Before returning to the bed, she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Achraf held her waist gently, but as he closed his eyes, he could image somebody else in a....jersey? As if a nightmare, he jerked away, taking Hiba by surprise. Hiba stared at him, as if he had done something peculiar.
- "What was that for?!"
- "I-I don't know...I saw something..and I just...FUCK!" Achraf growled, punching the air, mumbling 'god dammit' and flopping on the bed. Hiba sighed and run her fingers through his hair with a look of concern.
- "You really need alot of sleep, And consultation. I'll talk to a psychiatrist later, now go to sleep." She placed a soft kiss on his cheek before sliding back under the duvet covers. He sighed, closing his eyes and hugging Hiba to cuddle but oh the horror. Not again. He could picture another man, laying naked under his arms.
He shot his eyes open but saw no one but Hiba. He couldn't get rid of the images at all, once he closed his eyes. It would keep re-appearing; racked him. At one point, he did fall asleep, forcing the image to latch onto his mind til his breathe goes even.
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- "Arra, you okay?" Achraf nodded with a plain look; unfazed. The images were still vivid, and vile. There was no way he could forget them.
- "You don't look too good bro. You could take a day off.."
- "It's alright Kyks, I'm good."
- "I would've known if you were!"
- "Shut your wide ass mouth." Achraf groaned and left Kylian's sight. He really has been out of it lately, and ironically, it was because of his fellow team-mate. For one, he couldn't get over the fact that he has been knocked out by France. For two, he was doing something which was completely un-acceptable. Hiba would beat his ass if she knew, well....
- "Arra?" Achraf could hear Kylian's voice from the showers. He smiled, sighing. This boy would surely be the death of him.
- "ARRA!" Kylian shrieked and threw himself onto his best friend. Achraf just groaned and pat his back, the feeling of Kylian's smooth skin against his rough and wet one almost electrifying. It wasn't supposed to be like that, but it just did.
- "Man, you're such a 5 year old."
- "And I'm proud to say I enjoy myself that way." Kylian beamed, his hands propped to his waist. Achraf scoffed and smiled. He didn't understand how he'd come to be best friends with Kylian. And giving it a thought, it's almost so upsetting that people have the wrong idea about this virtuous man.
- "I see I am of no use,"
- "Oh shut up, you rock my world." Kylian stated, not being able to face Achraf completely. A deafening silence cut through. Kylian couldn't take it any longer. It felt too awkward to even begin with. Maybe he shouldn't have said that? What if Achraf sees it the wrong way? What will he think of me now? All the ifs whirled in his head, making him feel squeamish. Still, Kylian surged forward and left for the shower.
Fast forward to Kylian's house. He had brought Achraf home to stay over for a week since Hiba had been called urgently to Spain for movie stuff which he didn't bother much to ask. His heartbeat was sky-rocketing, to be informed he could stay at Kylian's.
Achraf didn't know how he'd survive. He had finally come to realize, he was being completely ridiculous. Ridiculous in a sense; he was opposing his own conscience. It almost made him feel dumb to exist, but he couldybe happier. All of a sudden, it seemed like the world was boundary-less.
He concluded, that it was him all along, who was veiwing the whole concept of this situation with a lot of complexity in mind. But, in reality, there was nothing to sweat about. If he cut down all that he felt like would act as a weight, everything seemed well and fine.
His blossoming relationship with Kylian..things couldn't get better than this. As much as it would hurt Hiba, he came to know, he'd hurt himself too for the sake of a woman he'd end up cheating anyway. So, it really just boiled down to one thing, and as weird as it might sound---- he's free to cheat.
- "HAT TRIC--" Achraf just smiled and watched Kylian ran around with his hands up in the air, screaming like a child. Achraf felt special, knowing that Kylian was the mosr in character with him, and he knew. It was just too obvious. Or else, how could people get the wrong idea of him?
- "You madman, what are you smiling at? I thought you'd throw on cuffings!"
- "Well..you want me to?"
- "I brought the trouble I had been striving to avoid but, oh well." And the two are off. Achraf couldn't keep in pace with the latter, due to his obnoxiously fast pace. It was almost impossible to keep up with his legs of flash.
But eventually, Kylian gave in, falling into the arms of Achraf. Achraf welcomed him into his arms with a soft grip, and a breathy laugh as they collapsed onto the bed. Achraf came around to realize soon after, that they were in a pretty intimate position and Achraf could've sworn he felt something poke at his thigh.
- "Sooooo-"
Kylian started slowly, not being able to bear the silence. It was too thick to even comprehend, judging by their intimate of a position. Achraf wishes that something way further could've been done but well, that's bound not to happen, or so he thought.
Their face automatically inched closer, their breathes mixing in. At this point, they could feel each other's breathe hit at their face. But the feeling was un-real; reminding them of the many things that would unveil slowly in their so forth relation.
Mbappe swallowed thickly, while Achraf remained still, but nobody knew he was burning up internally. The attraction between them felt like the slight, unwanted gap you leave when you mistakenly write something with too much space, trying to make it appear clean. And that was exactly what's happening here.
Achraf looked too chill to even begin with and that scared Kylian. Achraf couldn't be more shocked and taken back to see Kylian making the move. He was so shocked, he appeared chill. Yet, Kylian jolted forward and squeezed his eyes shut, praying to God to make things go well.
Let's just say God answered his prayers, and boy did his ass hurt the next morning.
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This seems very incomplete, idk. If you guys want a part 2 you can let me know. I'm debating whether to keep this the way it is, or to make a part 2. I'm stuck. Til you guys decide, I'll go cope up with LIFE. Peace.