As We Run From The Day
Music is rather important for the mood and to understand aspects of the story. This is a bit darker. Night Link is an alter ego. I thought it was a sexy idea. I'm a huge fan of The Doors and Morrison's poetry. So, sending the three songs (lyric videos) to help with the ambiance. Also a few lines of one poem by Morrison. image4.JPG image1.JPG https://youtu.be/-NSz-9qqgKE https://youtu.be/eDW_yAwaHnc https://youtu.be/YkKRU1ajKFA 'As We Run From the Day' Part 1- The Night Shift It was another long night. The work had to be done. Deadlines were creeping up and there was no avoiding the late nights of working at this juncture. Rhett was well aware of how Link functioned. Less sleep and a meticulous and perfectionist eye brought on some mood swings and unsavory behavior that Rhett had learned how to manage. Few others would understand Link. But he knew his age old friend and had acclimated to it all. Link went from bossy to frustrated; insecure and second guessing himself to insisting he was right to being patient and thoughtful. The whole gambit of great, brilliant and difficult schools of creative labor one can go through but, of course, in Link's unique way. But Rhett was kind of waiting for a side of Link to manifest that riveted him. Months prior, the two had jokingly come up with an idea about living their normal (day) lives and then a separate night life. In this world, there was no need for sleep. For reasons likely neither understood, Link had somehow fully adopted this Night persona as time went on. He had become an alter ego, really. Rhett was probably the only person who had interactions with 'Night Link' Rhett was already seeing signs that he was on the verge of arriving. Link had that wild look rising in his eyes of sky. And Rhett was smiling as this happened because Night Link was fun, uninhibited and unpredictable. Mesmerizing. Rhett was even finding that he was attracted to this side of his best friend that was unlike any feeling he felt for 'day' Link. The two were being stubborn on decision making for the best intro for a specific produced piece and both were unrelenting. Link raised his voice and began to wave his arms and hands around expressively as Rhett remained rather soft spoken yet resilient on his belief of what was best. Rhett was a little anxious. He wasn't sure if Link would really finally get mad or if Night Link would move in as a result of his lack of full emotional control. The two continued with a strong level of pride until Link hushed in mid sentence, dropped his arms to his sides and looked down at the floor, glasses already removed (as he would do when getting exasperated). He looked up at Rhett with sharp eyes, that cut hard. He walked out slowly, glasses in hand. They both were quiet. Rhett sighed with stress. He turned his attention to something else that had to be done. And waited for Link to return. Part 2- From the Dark Corner Rhett stepped out of their working space to make some coffee. He needed to stretch his back and legs anyway. He made his way to the kitchen area that was very dimly lit and proceeded to start a pot of coffee. 'Hey, you,' said a low and raspy voice Rhett recognized. He froze. It took a moment to register. Link? No. This wasn't Link. It was Night Link. He turned to look to see where the voice was coming from. He could make out dark locks and broad shoulders. No glasses but he could make out eyes, that looked dark, piercing into his. 'You scared me,' Rhett said in a mixed excitement of anxiety and stress. Link (or Night Link) said nothing. 'It's late. I need something to keep my eyes and mind working. How about you?' Rhett asked. 'I need nothing. I live in the night. I do night things. Nocturnal.' Night Link said with a touch of creepiness that exhilarated Rhett. Yet, Rhett wanted to laugh because Link was funny. 'Nocturnal.' 'Where's Link?' Rhett asked. 'Asleep. Of course.' said Night Link. 'Right,' Rhett said as he poured coffee, barely keeping his eyes off Link as he was curious and fascinated. 'What are you doing tonight?' Night Link said nothing. Rhett was stirring his coffee and watching the figure in the darkness. He barely blinked but stared deeply into Rhett's eyes. Rhett was getting a little nervous. This was a bit darker than Rhett had ever seen Night Link manifest. Rhett wondered if it was due to the argument the two had earlier. 'I'm going to finish some work. I hope you have a good night.' Rhett said as he headed out the door. 'Don't leave,' said Link with his eyes still fixed on Rhett. Rhett stopped and just looked back at him. Without the glasses and the way Link's hair looked in the darkness caused Rhett to think of Jim Morrison, the lead vocalist of The Doors. He was certainly just as dark and mysterious as the iconic rock singer and poet. Something in Rhett's facial expression as he thought on this caused Link to change his. Night Link tilted his head slightly, not moving his eyes off of Rhett . He narrowed his eyes. 'Stay here. I'm supposed to do something with you tonight,' Night Link said cooly. Rhett was a little surprised. Night Link had never said this before. 'Why don't you come and help me with some of this work me and Link need to finish up,' Rhett suggested. After about ten seconds Night Link said, 'No,' in a very firm tone. 'Ok, then,' said Rhett in wonder and with a little fear. 'You're making me nervous,' he finally said. 'What's your name,' Night Link asked. 'I'm Rhett,' he replied accustomed to how separate Link and Night Link had truly become. Rhett began to hear the sound of clothes ruffling and could make out Link's movement in the dark corner. 'Are you ok? What are you doing?' There was no answer. Soon, Rhett heard the sound of a zipper, most likely unzipping. Rhett's heart started beating faster as he realized Link was taking his clothes off. 'Uh. . . what are you doing?' Rhett asked again, this time in a wary, unsure tone. Night Link then began stepping forward into the light. His wild blue eyes were fiery and their gaze seemed to penetrate Rhett's very soul. Rhett swallowed hard but didn't move nor break their combined gaze as Night Link got closer and closer to him. Part 3- How Strange Night Link stopped so close to Rhett that their bodies were almost touching. Link looked into Rhett's eyes as though looking for something. He took a deep breath, as he moved his face and eyes down to Rhett's chest. The hot breath made the hair of Rhett's neck stand on end yet it wasn't discomfort or fear he felt. He no longer needed coffee. His senses were all in full working order, stimulated. He took a deep breath in, taking in the smell of Link's hair and his body. His heart pounded. Night Link looked back up at him, 'Did you have a good world when you died, Enough to base a movie on?' Rhett recognized the line from a poem by none other than Jim Morrison (The Doors). Rhett had just placed Night Link as Morrison when he saw him in that dark corner. How strange and ironic. While in college, the two went through a phase of interest in the mysterious which led them to the music and poetry that dealt with darkness. Night Link chuckled lightly, 'Is it strange to you. . . that I know your thoughts?' 'Yes. Very strange,' Rhett said as he began to perspire and a myriad of thoughts, some that strongly argued others rushed through his entire being. 'What's really strange, is that you're naked and you are so close to me,' Rhett said, his eyes full of fear and wonder. 'Don't worry, Rhett. I'm not going to hurt you,' Night Link smiled, 'But it's gonna get really strange.' He giggled more like Link but softly and his smile broadened. 'So turn on the music. Turn it on. The CD is in. Just. Press. Play.' he said standing on the tips of his toes to bring his face closer to Rhett's. He dropped back down and the smile left him. 'Do it,' he ordered. Rhett looked over to where the CD player sat. He walked over to it, hands shaking. He was actually feeling afraid now. Night Link had never behaved so odd and the nudity? Not like Link, either. The hair looked like Morrison's and certain facial features had some semblance more than ever. Rhett gave up the pondering as his hands fumbled on the CD player. 'Rhett, relax. It's ok. Just relax,' Link said in a soothing voice, like that of someone speaking from a guided imagery session. Rhett pressed play and the music began. The Doors. The eerie organ music and trilling of drums sounded crisp and very ambient. A bit surreal for Rhett; like a dream. The vocals began, 'Strange days have found us. Strange days have tracked us down.' Rhett looked over to Night Link. He could see him better now. He sported an erection and looked very Zen. Rhett felt speechless. 'Come here,' he said. Rhett did so. 'Now, I have to do something with you. But don't be alarmed. Free your mind of all questions,' he said in the soothing voice and Rhett found it very nice. 'Let your body do what it wants to do,' Link said with a bit of a deeper tone as his eyes hardened a little. Link moved closer and reached up, raising his arms to embrace Rhett and pressed his lips against Rhett's. They felt warm and soft and moved slowly, folding in Rhett's upper lip between them first. Then slowly folding his lower lip between them with precision and deliverance. Link then placed his feet flat on the floor with a grin on his face. The kiss seized Rhett like a spell. He wanted more. 'Yeah. . . strange but I like strange,' he said in a pant and reached down to kiss Link in return. The kiss was slow and soft and became firmer and they were both breathing harder. Then Link moved his lithe tongue into Rhett's mouth, feeling and tasting him. Rhett was extremely aroused. The music played on. He was under the spell of the Night. Part 4- Hear Me Talk of Sin As the kiss became a mixture of tongue wrapping, lip biting and sucking, Link pressed his hardness against Rhett's leg. They both sighed and made lusty moves at one another. Rhett's hand reached down and found Link's erection and began to touch, take and caress it. Link, without missing a note, began unbuttoning Rhett's shirt with graceful, nimble fingers. In a short time, Rhett's shirt was fully unbuttoned and Link, gently stepped out of the kiss and back a step. He aided in the fall of Rhett's shirt, it fell to the floor and Link joined Rhett's hand on his hardness. He closed his eyes, lips slightly parted, sweat glistening over the gentle angles of his face. The song had ended and for a few seconds they only heard the sound of their heavy breathing and the movement of their competing hands on Link's hardened length. The same song began again. Link opened his eyes and looked down. He used both hands and unfastened Rhett's jeans. Lissome, deft fingers pulled and maneuvered with uncanny skill to take out Rhett's large, firm manhood. Rhett felt his knees get weak. He wondered how Night Link could do this with such smooth dexterity. He pulled back and fully removed his jeans and underwear. He stepped out of them with a slight tremble of ecstasy, then took Link's face in his large hands, drawing his face into another impassioned kiss. Their hands traveled over one another's skin, chests, stomachs and hips. Link pulled his stomach in against Rhett's hard length. Rhett moaned and broke away from the kiss when doing so. He opened his eyes for a short moment to see Link's bright blue eyes peering into his face, a crooked grin on his. Rhett wasn't expecting the sight but liked it and looked a little longer than a peek. Link wrapped his arms around Rhett's shoulders as he continued to press his stomach and chest against him, skin on skin, the emollient of their sweat easing fluctuation. 'This is . . . unbelievable,' Rhett said just above a whisper. 'Hear me talk of sin. This is it,' Link said, reciting the words of the song that continued to play. Swiftly, Link stepped back and took a bottle of massaging oil that sat nearby. He opened the lid and smiled, eyes wild, licking his lips. He poured the oil conservatively over Rhett's chest and then over his, he reached for Rhett's hand, took it in his and poured oil into it and his simultaneously. Link took his hand with the unguent and gripped his own erection and began to stroke it, closing his eyes. Rhett could only watch; Link's gracile fingers and hand moving with a beauty he never imagined could exist in such an act. Link opened his eyes then pushed Rhett's dripping hand toward Rhett's hip, motioning for him to lubricate himself. Rhett did so but watched Link, his mouth literally watering. Link then took both of his hands and began spreading the oil all over Rhett's chest and stomach. Rhett's body was building with desire. He stopped using his hand and just fell blissfully into the lissome touch of Link's hands. Link then placed his own hands on his chest and began the process of lubricating his own torso. Rhett just watched again, beautiful fingers moving over chest, stomach and sliding down over his hips. Rhett licked his lips, swallowing as his mouth continued to water. Rhett then made a sudden move, grabbing Link's hips, fingers splaying over the flesh of them and over Link's backside with strength. 'Oh, yeah. . . ' Link sighed. 'Do somethin,' he dared. Rhett continued moving his hands over Link's body but reached down and kissed and sucked the skin on Link's neck and ear. Link ran his hands over Rhett's body also, but settled on stroking Rhett's firmness with a felt acute fondness for Rhett's cock. Rhett managed to move the two of them back until Link's back was pressed against a wall. Rhett then proceeded to slide one thigh between Link's legs while pressing his throbbing length against Link's stomach. They moved against one another smoothly in friction. Rhett's mouth worked at Link's neck and Link moved his mouth over Rhett's again, tasting and biting ferociously, occasionally growling or moaning. Link pulled his mouth off of Rhett's just long enough to say, 'I want it all.' Part 5- A Strange Night of Stone Rhett wasn't sure what Link meant and tried to consider what he really wanted. It wasn't Link after all. He knew what he liked. What does Night Link want? 'What do you want? Tell me what you want,' Rhett said with a low, sensual resonance that sent a shiver down Link's body. Rhett felt it fully. 'Bend me over,' Link said in a breathy but firm voice. Rhett felt a shiver down his spine. Link wouldn't say that. Not his preferred position but Rhett had longed to hear those words come out of Link's mouth. And now they had. The image caused Rhett's eyes to close, his brows to furl and he gasped. 'Over there,' Link's eyes glanced over to a dining table, where Rhett's coffee sat, likely cold now. Rhett moved his legs and stood his full height. Link just looked up at him, biting his bottom lip, waiting. Rhett stealthily moved Night Link with nearly brutal force over to the table and moved behind him. Night Link couldn't contain his delight and let out a sinister laugh. 'Give me a strange night of stone,' Night Link bellowed out, erotic laughter following. Rhett pushed Link's back down on the table, his stomach and chest flat against the cold table. He gasped at the chill then swiftly spread out his muscle toned arms, knocking off the items on the table, including Rhett's coffee cup that landed with a splash and a loud crash. Night Link then lifted his chest slightly above the table on his hands, arms still sprawled out. Rhett lifted Link by his hips, and spread his own legs for better access. 'Last chance to change your mind,' Rhett warned. Link responded by leaning back against Rhett's hard, slick cock with astounding strength and flexibility. Rhett ran his hand down between Link's cheeks in effort to provide emollient. Then he lightly let the head of his dick slip into Link. Link tightened but gasped in whispers, 'Oh, yeah. . . ' Rhett waited partly for Link to relax but mostly because he was holding back his orgasm. Rhett let his hand fall to his side while maintaining the penetration that he couldn't let himself think much about. He was so close. He breathed heavily and hung his head back in sheer ecstasy. Night Link had relaxed and became impatient. He slowly pressed his backside back, causing Rhett to move a little deeper into him. Rhett was dizzy with desire. He responded by going deeper with a small thrust. Link groaned and tightened but relaxed quickly. Rhett moved in and out of him at a steady pace moving more and more in as a rhythm formed. He wanted to go all in but was concerned about his large size. It seemed Night Link could read his mind. 'Fuck, man. Give it all to me!' Link said with a low but loud voice, using one hand to brace himself firmly on the table at the increasing force of Rhett's movements and the other reaching down to grip and rub his own hard cock. Rhett grabbed a hard hold on Link's hips and thrust in the remainder of his cock nearly causing Link to lose his balance. Rhett could no longer hold back. He was inside of him, fully fucking him and he came hard inside of Link. 'You're making me. . . ' was all Link managed to say as he climaxed hard and strong along with Rhett. They both were numb with bliss, sweating and breathing as though they'd ran a marathon. Rhett placed his hand on Link's back as they began recovering. Slowly Rhett moved out of Link's body. Rhett staggered back a few steps. Link just slowly went to his knees, arms sliding down off the table until his hands took hold of the table's edge. His head hanging down, hair in his face, damp with sweat. Rhett sat down in a dining room chair, his long limbs relaxed. Link held his head back and ran a hand through his hair, moving wet hair back and off of his face. 'Wow,' he managed to say. Rhett was speechless but watched Link deal with his hair, admiring how graceful he looked after such an act. 'Damn,' he muttered finally. 'You still look pretty after a hard, rough fuck.' Link maneuvered around, still on his knees to face Rhett. He sat on bended legs, placed his hands on his thighs, hair falling in his face again. 'Damn, you are so fucking hot now,' Rhett said. The song had changed during the course on the dining table and was about over. Rhett just noticed. 'When your strange, when your strange. . .' 'Different song,' Rhett said. 'Strange song,' said Link sounding a little more like Link, actually. Rhett wondered about that. The song had ended and the two were still breathy. Then another song began to play. 'When the music's over. . . ' The two laughed out loud at the same time, considering the ironic timing. No, this isn't Link, thought Rhett as he watched Night Link sit there, without self consciousness and rock to the song and sing. No concern for the aftermath of being fucked as he had been. Rhett marveled. They sat, rocking to the music and Night Link sang for Rhett knew only a few of the lyrics. 'A feast of friends. Alive, she cried, waiting for me outside,' Night Link sang as he looked up at Rhett with a devious and satisfied smile. After stretching he looked into Rhett's eyes with dilated blue eyes. 'A strange night of stone,' he said in the tone of gratitude. Then he casually lay down on the hard floor, staring at the ceiling and singing the rest of the song as Rhett admired and sought to comprehend the beautiful creature, all fucked out on the floor, lost in the music. Sent from my iPhone
