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“God, that piece is so much fun to play. Those three octave changes… ” “Okay, but can you do it in double time?” “Oh my god, no. No way. Let me try, let me try...” Tonight was…bittersweet. I can’t believe this was your last performance with our orchestra. The concert hall is empty and now it’s just you and me on stage, messing around, avoiding going home because that’ll mean we’re one day closer to you leaving. God, it’s crazy to think about how many nights we’ve spent here together. In this hall. Six years of countless performances. Ugh. I don’t want to think about what it’ll be like not seeing you every day. “Heh. Need to practice that. ” You take your hands off the keys and look down at your feet. You look like you want to say something. “Once the season’s over, I’ll come and visit. We can play in your living room til’ 3AM and annoy the hell out of your neighbors.” “Yeah...” Fuck, it’s really starting to hit me. You’re leaving. My best friend is leaving. You’ve pushed your move date back by a few days, but I’m not exactly sure why. Part of me wonders if it was just to give us a bit more time together. I’m so confused about how I’m feeling. We’ve been friends for so long, so why does this suddenly feel different? You leaving, me wanting to tell you not to go…this feels like a breakup. You get up and make your way towards me, almost like you can sense my sudden sadness. You pull me into a tight embrace and we sway a little on the spot. “I’m gonna miss you so much.” “I’m gonna miss you too. But you know we’ll be texting non-stop. Can’t get rid of me that easily.” You’ve always been a “silver-linings” kind of guy. That’s where we differ. I guess the holidays are only a few weeks away, so it won’t be too long before I see you again. “I better get going. My flight is so early tomorrow…” You pull back a little and my cheek brushes yours. The air is suddenly...thick. The hall is completely silent, and the energy between us. Fuck. What’s happening…? Shit. Did we just do something bad? Did we just fuck up this incredible friendship? I pull back to look up at you. Your eyes are dark and a little hazy. I can’t tell what you’re thinking. All I know is that you taste so good. Suddenly, you kiss me again. “What…what are we doing?” “I don’t know…” I run my hands up your chest, desperate to touch more of you. Your hands bunch around the hem of my dress. Fuck, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. It’s like I suddenly can’t get enough of you. Like we’ve been hungry for each other for years… and we’re just now getting our fill. You break away and your lips travel down my jaw, my neck. All the way to my collarbone. I tilt my head, following your lead. Your hands pull at the hem of my dress and I fumble to unbutton your shirt. My back hits the piano as you walk me backwards. I let my dress fall to the floor and lift my hips as you slide my underwear down my legs. The cold air of the concert hall is making my chest hard. I shiver as you nudge my legs apart with your knee. “Oh my god, you feel so good.” Our kisses are desperate and needy. Like we’re running out of time. You drop down to the floor suddenly. Your warm breath teases my pussy and my hips buck in anticipation. You grip onto my hips for balance and push your face between my legs... “Fuck. Oh, god. Yeah, just like that...” I lay a hand on top of your head and grab a fistful of your hair. I tease my clit as your tongue works inside me. “Wait, I want...I want you to fuck me.” “Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” “Yeah. Fuck, yeah!” You kiss me again, hard. I reach down and take your cock in my hands. I squeeze your shaft and work you slowly, making sure you get nice and hard. “Oh, fuck. Yes...” “You like that? Is that good? ” “Yeah. Yeah, that's good. That's so good!” “Fuck me, right now.” You tease my pussy with your cock and our eyes meet as you slowly guide it inside me… Fuck, fuck, you feel so good. Oh, god, your cock feels so thick inside me. You slide in and out so easy…I’ve wanted this for so long. I cling to you tightly as you lift me up with your hands beneath my ass. I wrap my legs tight around you and you sit down on the piano bench. I sink even further down onto your cock. I rock my hips, unable to stop myself. I need more. “Yeah that’s it, just like that, just like that!” You lean back on your elbows and let me take control. I clutch at your shoulder, my other hand pressed against your chest and I bounce on your cock and grind against your lap. I throw my head back and stare up at the ceiling rafters. Fuck, I can’t take much more. Your finger brushes my clit and I seize up. My hips lose their rhythm. Oh god… “You like that? You want more?” “Yeah...” You tease my clit, swiping your fingers over it again and again. Fuck, it feels so good. “Oh god, yeah, keep going! ” The more you work my clit, the harder I grind on your cock. Your head falls back as I grind on top of you harder and faster... “Oh, fuck. Fuck, you feel so good.” I grind harder, circling my hips in jerking circles, digging my nails into the skin on your arm… “Yes! Fuck...” Suddenly, your hands grip my hips and you hold me in place, thrusting up inside of me… put your hands on my hips and thrust up into me… You hold me still, fucking me harder and faster, your thrusts growing frantic and desperate. My arms tremble as I try to stay upright. Oh my god, your hips slamming against me, your cock filling me over and over again… “Fuck, I'm so close.” “Me too...” I grip onto you harder as we get closer and closer. I bounce harder, squeezing so tight my nails dig into your back…I can’t hold back, I need to passion so bad. “Oh fuck. passion for me, let me see you passion!” I feel your passion inside me and the sound of your moans make me even more desperate. Your moans for me, after all this time…fuck, I need more. I need more. “Make me passion again, please. Oh, god...” Your fingers replace your cock and you thrust in and out of me deep and hard, building me back up again. Your fingers pump into me over and over, harder and deeper. Oh my god…I’m going to passion again. “Yes, just like that! Oh god!” I stare into your eyes as my passion drenches your hand. Your lips press against mine and I can feel…you. Us. I pull away, and cup your cheeks in my hands, running my fingers over the familiar shape of your face. You smile back at me, leaning into my touch. You suddenly bury your face in the crook of my neck, pressing kisses there as you squeeze me tight, like you don’t want to let me go. “Come with me…” “What?” You pull back, eyes determined. “Come with me. To Chicago. I know it’s a lot to ask. But…I have to go, and…I don’t want to waste another moment of my life not being with you, I -” “Yes.” You stare at me with a look of disbelief. “Really?” I sit up and gaze down at you. The man I’ve called my best friend for so long. The man I didn’t know was my soulmate until right now. “Yeah, really. I don't want to be without you.” “Oh my god, are we really doing this?” “Absolutely.”