Prompt Me Senseless - 3. Astronomically

Astronomically

Would you, please, go to sleep?

That was Canan’s favorite phrase whenever we went on our excursions to Blueberry Hill.

You see, our parents were business people and they all worked at the same company. The four have been partners before either Canan or I was born, so our fates were intertwined prenatally.

Both our mothers took maternal leave at the same exact time for the same exact period of time and both our mothers decided we were old enough to fend for ourselves at the same exact time…around age ten believe it or not.

I am forced to believe that they intended to leave us into the wild wild world at a much younger age but, my impulsive attitude wouldn’t exactly allow that to be possible. I would have gotten us killed.

Case in point: at around the tender age of seven, I decided that I liked ice-cream—blueberry ice-cream specifically, but that’s not the point. After watching endless amounts of television, I arrived at the grand ole plan of finding a non-existent ice-cream truck in our small town.

Long story short, I coerced Canan into joining me on a trip with no real destination and got us lost for six hours on the outskirts of town til my older brother, Rory, found us and carried us back home.

So here I was, with Canan, on Blueberry Hill on one of our many parentless nights. We were camping.

And I was blabbering some crap about the solar system.

“Could you please shut up and watch the stars like we planned to?” He finally interrupts. I acquiesced.

“What are you thinking about?” Canan asked, but I was lost in my own thoughts.

I looked over to him and saw the fire illuminated against his face. My mouth travelled to his at the speed of light and the heat of his lips radiated like the sun. Our hard bodies rivaled the underlying ground with gravity locking us together with immense force.

One revolution later, I was on the bottom and he was on the top.

His face impacted mine once more. The air could have been as cold as the frigid vacuum of space, I wouldn’t care. We were dusty and filled with lust. I bit into Canan’s lower lip. The temptation of the soft pink flesh was just too much for me to bear. I tried not to press hard enough to puncture his skin. His hands were now pulling at my hair.

S&M seemed to be the theme for the night.

“Are you asleep?” Canan asked, I nodded yes.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked.

“Nothing really, just the interaction of the celestial bodies with each other.”

He gave me a strange look. Technically, I wasn’t wrong though. And in an instant, a shooting star blazed through the scenic sky, away into the depths of oblivion like that “dream” if you could call it that.

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