It’s impossible to climb a steep cliff and not get an inherent feel of the mountain, the sturdiness of the mountain, of the insides of the earth. And inherently, your body responds: in the beginning the shifting of horizontal to vertical leaves you disoriented and slow, then all of a sudden you can sense the next rock upon which to step, you slowly sense your weight pulled towards the cliff face and not the other way around. Scaling upward becomes faster and smoother. You start to hear the birds more than your own thoughts.
“You doing ok? We’re almost there”
He started to feel like he was part cougar.
“Kale can you slow the fuck down!”
Even he could feel the light already lessening and they could get fined up here if they were there past sun down.
“Shit Sung, I want you sweating when we get up there!”
Sung was already sweating. More for the nervousness of the potential of falling than the workout. It was chilly, a cold front already started pouring in.
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“Can you last longer than a moment?” Sung asked Kale.
“I can” he answered without hesitation.
“Good. Cause it takes a long time for me to cum” Sung smirked.
“Some things should take a long time.” Kale muttered while he chugged down a beer.
His eyes looked happy but vacant, but sharpened. Sung smirked some more.
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“Dance with me up here you bastard” Sung was grappling his strong frame, without too much strain. But kale had to kiss first. They waltzed. Crows were cawing into between the seagulls. Could have been a more romantic chorus, but it did the trick.
The sun setting like the same one over tahiti, glowed with orange surrounded by a purple haze.
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Well, I’m sad I missed ur txt. been busy. hav a good time in Europe. Call me when u get back.
(From Sung to Kale. )
Kale never called him when he got back.
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The descent down left them feverish and gleefully exhausted. At some point, they fucked in the bushes with perhaps a couple silent coyotes taking notice of the ecstasy.
At the time, Kale was wishing he didn't have such feelings for Sung. The body, however, and feelings intermingle far too instinctually when shifting from horizontal to vertical.
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