To The Distant Moon

Johnathan headed to the classroom together with Serena, Jessica, and Florian. The three were laughing and joking, fake flirting and calling each other all kinds of things. Seeing them all this happy and laid back for once was nice. But even now, his mind couldn't stop wandering. The explicit writing was still on his laptop screen, forgetting to close it before he left the room. Just the thought of it made him feel fidgety and flushed his cheeks. Why had his mind gone so deep into the gutter?

With every step they took, the louder his heart started beating. Was he just that excited to see Nathan, or was it due to this gnawing guilt and embarrassment? Either way, he couldn't wait to see him, his aloof expression when he was deep in thought and fantasy. Or would he react to seeing him? A soft smile like in the canteen, a blush, or maybe something more? The image in his mind made him real, wanting to throw himself off a cliff for thinking about it.

He knew how Nathan felt, but he couldn't help it. Since the cute brunette had been so sly to seduce and pat his head, he could no longer stop swooning. The half-closed eyes, those lips slightly parted and curved into a smirk. Even now, he could still feel the warm breath on his skin. A shiver ran through his body, forcing him to stop in the middle of the hallway. Fuck. This was getting bad. If he had gone just a little further in his mind, he might've been unable to walk.

"John, you comin'?" Florian said as he walked up to him. "You gettin' a fever or somethin'? Your face is bright red."

"M-maybe. My heart is pounding, and I feel the sweat on my back." He said, trying to play it off as a cold, but when his eyes met Serena's, an impish smile formed on her lips.

"Yeah, Florian, he's been a little sick since we were in the canteen. It must've been something he ate. Luckily I'll be coming over later today to care for our sick baby." Serena said, playing along without missing a beat.

The tall athlete slapped him on the back before continuing to walk. Serena dragged Jessica along, leaving Johnathan alone in the hallway for a moment, with his thoughts and painful yearning. He was about to see Nathan and speak with him, but the fact that he couldn't hold, touch, or even kiss him was agonizing. All he wanted was to have his close to his chest, squishing him tightly in his arms as he placed as many forehead kisses as he could. Maybe that would calm him down, if even slightly.

When he finally reached the class, he had already lost his three friends; they had quickly abandoned him. As he entered the room, his eyes quickly scanned the crowd, spotting Nathan in the back. He quickly got a spot for two in the far back, sitting next to the window he looked out of. He must've been studying the other students walking to the bus, ready to leave campus. Johnathan couldn't help but smile as he walked up and joined him.

"Hey," he said with a bright smile as he crossed his arms and laid his head on them to admire Nathan.

"Hi."

Real smooth, Johnathan. He groaned slightly as he watched Nathan's expressions. He had hidden his face in his hood, his hair and glasses covering most of it. A storm seemed to be brewing behind those shimmering blue orbs, even if Johnathan had no clue why.

"Want to write a little more before we show our progress?"

A silence. The tension could've been cut with a knife. Again, Nathan was acting cold and distant, refusing to speak with him. He could feel the lump in his throat as he watched him. What had happened? Had he done something wrong?

"Nathan?"

The silence continued for another minute before the man looked at him, his blue eyes piercing his soul. Just saying a single line before returning to staring at his Macbook screen. "Open your laptop."

Another shiver ran through his body as he quickly did as told. He dug through his bag to get out the laptop and open it. Even if they scared him a little, the frosty tone and attitude also felt surprisingly right. The sharpness of the words, the half-open eyes during the glare, it was worth it.

Nathan had now crossed his arms, watching Johnathan's every move. He could've sworn that he was trembling and that there was a slight hint of redness on his cheeks. But the hood made it hard to tell. When he finally opened his laptop and stared at his screen, he saw a tiny pink icon on the top right, a pink cursor blinking right behind his own.

Wasn't this the document he had started during class? So why was this second cursor there? What was going on? Johnathan's mind was reeling, going in circles to understand what had happened. Still not remembering the context of what he had written.

"You've gotten better at writing," Nathan stated, the air freezing around him as the words were spoken. "Especially when describing thoughts, feelings, and the physical aspect. You know the passionate pining and hot glances?"

After blinking a few times, going back and forth between Nathan and his screen, he replied, the confusion evident in his voice. "What? Huh? I don't get what you mean. Though I will take the compliment."

Nathan took in a deep and loud breath, taking off his hood. He quickly closed in, his cheek brushing against Johnathan's, his warm breath hitting his ear. A soft and deliberate swallow could be heard before he spoke.

"Oh my Lunaria, your soft skin is so pale. If only I could cover it in bites showing my love, staining your skin, and marking you as my own. The curves of those plump and gentle lips sent shivers through my soul as if looking at the crescent moon in the distant sky. If only it could be night all day."

Within seconds his entire face was a bright red, only a mixture of groans and muttered words leaving his lips. He begged him to stop as he buried his face deep into his hands. He would've opened the window to take a swan dive if possible, but sadly, they were secured for those exact purposes.

"And then it goes on a little bit more. Oh, this one was perfect too." Nathan said with a grin as he enacted the scene, ensuring the others were all hard at work and nobody watched.

With a quick movement, the brunette cupped his chin and lifted it, forcing Johnathan to face him. A devilish grin was on Nathan's face, clearly ready to shatter the blonde's soul with every fiber of his being. Johnathan's heart racing, completely forgetting how to breathe or even exist. How was this man so lovely and yet so horrible? Teasing him and playing with his feelings is so sly.

"Will you love me until the end of time? To the point where the sun and moon are the only ones left, wishing to be together as they yearn for each other when they are apart? The rays of sunlight reaching for the cold and distant orb in the night sky, hoping to reach it? To share even a hint of his passion and desire, the yearning that made him almost unable to go on? For the moon to not feel the same, but at least acknowledge the pure, intense, and sometimes degenerate thoughts that flooded him. The yearning for his cool skin, his warm words as the breath hit his skin, or even getting a single peak into the deep abyss of emotions they held."

By now, Johnathan was trembling; tears were filling the corners of his eyes. He avoided looking into Nathan's big blue eye, not wanting to see his judging looks. Even if it got much more raunchy afterward, he poured everything into this piece. They reflected his wishes and desires. And it hurt a little.

"Why are you crying? Didn't I tell you that you got better at writing?"

"You weren't supposed to see that." Johnathan managed to get out, his world reeling.

"Well, unlike me, you posted it somewhere I could see."

There was no way he could come back from that. It was true. He had made the dumb mistake of not double-checking the document he was working on. Was it time to die somewhere? There was no way Nathan would ever trust him like this.

"Johnathan, why aren't you looking at me?" Nathan said, his voice a lot gentler than before.

With a slight quiver in his own, Johnathan replied. "Because I want to throw myself off a cliff right now. I am so sorry."

A few chuckles could be heard from Nathan. Was he laughing? Now of all times? What was wrong with him?

"I promise I'm not mad. At least not anymore. Look at me."

After a good moment of doubt and trembling hands, he finally looked at Nathan. The man had a soft pink shade on his cheeks and a gentle smile so subtle that most would not have noticed. He wasn't mad; no sign of it could be found.

"Good boy."

Those words and a soft pat on his head were enough to send him off. His vision quickly got blurry, a blackness taking over. The intense heat in his body was soon replaced with coldness and shivering. Only Nathan's panicked voice and a sharp pain on the side of his head remained. Everything went dark.