Avalon Moving On
Copyright 2017 Wesley Jade
It was February, the month of love. The sun was slowly sinking behind
Table Mountain, and the hot air began to cool down. Standing on the
shore of the lake close to his home, Avalon silently watched the
birds flying off to their nests, and the people packing up for their
journey back home. He watched silently, and his face started to hint
at his sour emotions. His unhappiness was beginning to seep through
the cracks. The month of love was quickly becoming that final straw
that would break his back.
Shaking himself out of his doldrums, Avalon retreated from the nature
reserve, and briskly returned to his home.
The house keys jangled loudly in the quiet house when he tossed it
into the drawer.
“I’m home,” he said. But there was no one home. He stayed
alone, which suited him perfectly. He said it for himself. To remind
him that the outside world had no right to intrude here.
There were messages on his phone when he checked it. Most from his
sister Viviana. He scrolled through them absentmindedly, but the last
one snagged his attention.
We went to look at flowers today. Oh, Lonnie, the bouquets were
exquisite, and I can’t decide which one to choose. My heart says
red roses, but my mind says to go with daisies.
Avalon’s heart quickened at the very first word.
His fingers flew over the phone screen as he replied to his sister’s
Go with your heart. It never lies. You can always have daisies on the
It hurt to send, but he tapped on the send button, and the message
zoomed into cyberspace to be received by Viviana. Two ticks
immediately appeared next to the sent text, and turned blue. She’d
Tossing the phone onto his bed, he headed for the kitchen. He set a
glass down on the table, took out the red wine, and poured about two
shots into it, before topping it off with coke. The name of this
combination eluded him, and many found the drink unpleasant, but he
loved it, and could drink as much of it as he wanted, and not got
Viviana’s wedding would be held in two weeks. She would marry the
man she loved. And the man he loved.
There was no greater reason for Avalon to hate the current month of
He heard his phone go off. Ignoring it, he decided to do some work on
the computer instead. But after a few minutes, he reached for his
Dayaan. The last person he wanted to speak to right now.
What’s up? You okay?
The man’s reply was quick, as though he’d been waiting for
I’m okay, I guess. Just feeling overwhelmed. Was your sister always
Avalon couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. He could
imagine those deep, dark brown eyes of Dayaan go wide with wonder at
the sight of his sister. Viviana could exasperate the most patient
V is V. There’s no changing her, he sent.
He received a laughing emoticon. That’s true, the message
My dad is on my back again.
Avalon frowned at the message. Dayaan’s father was a devout Muslim.
The fact that Dayaan was marrying a non-Muslim was something his
Imagine if it were me instead of V, Avalon thought.
I’m sorry to hear that, Dayaan. I’m sure he’ll come around,
The reply took a few minutes to return, and somehow, Avalon felt
dissatisfied with it.
The dream woke Avalon up. The realization that it had ended sent deep
disappointment coursing through him. But his arousal didn’t slake,
in fact, it throbbed beneath the sheet. His heart was racing in his
chest, and he could still recall quite clearly, the dream sequence.
It starts out with an argument. Dayaan is over at his place. The man
is younger, wilder. He is the rebel Avalon once knew. The man before
the responsibility of running a family business. The cause of the
argument is hazy, but it becomes a screaming match between the two of
them. Hands are flying and gesturing. Dayaan is taking up all the
space with his pacing. Avalon grabs Dayaan and pushes him, tells him
to leave. There are tears in his eyes.
“Fucking bastard, the hell I’m leaving!” Dayaan shouts.
He grabs Avalon and pushes him up against the wall, arm pressing
against his neck. The look in those intense brown eyes stir Avalon
and he’s not sure if Dayaan has seen it.
“Let go,” Avalon demands.
Dayaan removes his arm, but moves in closer. Avalon’s breath
hitches. He can hear his heart beating loudly in his ears.
“The hell I’m leaving,” Dayaan grinds out, and crushes his
mouth to Avalon’s.
The dream played on in Avalon’s mind, while his hand crept down
over his body, rubbing, caressing, stopping at his nipples to rub and
pinch, before going lower.
In the dream Dayaan was pressing against him, and his hands were
roaming all over. Avalon’s body felt so hot, so good. His hand
reached its destination. He gripped his hard manhood and shuttled his
hand slowly up and down, gasping at the delicious sensation. The
dream was no longer in his mind. Now he thought about Dayaan. He
imagined those eyes watching him as he pleasured himself. Imagined
Dayaan telling him what to do. Talking dirty to him.
You’ve got a pervy look on your face, Avalon. Do you love it when I
watch you play with your cock?
Dayaan’s voice was deep with arousal, like a dark whisper, enticing
“Yes!” Avalon shouted. His other hand was caressing his balls,
squeezing and rolling them alternately.
You’re close, huh? You wanna cum? You wanna shoot for me?
Avalon’s hand moved faster. He pumped his hips, pushing his cock in
You’re a dirty boy, Avalon. Come on, cum for me. Shoot that load.
Do it now!
“Ah!” Avalon gasped. His cock was throbbing and pulsing, while
his hand continued to jerk it. He felt the droplets of pearly white
heat coat his stomach.
When it ended, the fall came. The moment of regret, or
dissatisfaction. The hollow instant gratification. He didn’t wish
for the dream to be a reality. He wished for it not to be a memory, a
moment in his past that continued to plague him to this day.
“My brother is a fool.”
Avalon guffawed, nearly spilling his drink all over the table. He
looked at the source of the comment sitting next to him.
Falkia looked at him as though nothing were out of place. “Don’t
get me wrong Avalon. I love my brother, I love you, and I love
Viviana. But my brother is still a fool.”
“Why would you say that? Is it you’re father? The religion?” he
Dayaan’s sister rolled her eyes. “Oh please, Dayaan doesn’t
practice Islam, so I’m not even sure why you would bring that up.
My father is another story.”
“So then why is Dayaan a fool?” he said, deciding to humour her.
Falkia narrowed her eyes at him. His heart jolted, and it felt as
though a huge sign had been lit above him. Instead of waiting for her
reply, he changed the subject.
“This is supposed to be a lunch date in honour of the loving
couple. So why are they late?” he muttered.
Just as he was about to reach for his phone, the two arrived. Viviana
squealed as she reached for Avalon, pulling him into a crushing hug.
“I went for the roses,” she announced.
“Old news,” Avalon grunts.
The two of them sat opposite Avalon and Falkia. To Avalon, Dayaan and
Viviana were like night and day. Viviana was bright and bubbly, and
attracted everyone. Her light skin, like milk tea, glowed, and her
light brown, wavy hair looked like a halo around her. Her hazel eyes
darkened quickly if she became irritated and angered over something
trivial. Though Avalon shared the same characteristics, his skin was
slightly darker, and hair slightly courser. He retreated into himself
often, where his sister lashed out.
Dayaan, on the other hand, was always the envy of all the other boys
at school. His Middle Eastern, bronze skin was flawless, and his
dark, straight hair was always cut in the latest styles. He was the
tall silent type, broody, intelligent and slow to anger. So it was
all the more shocking to Avalon when he had revealed his fury and
aggression that night.
“Where were you guys?” Falkia complained, gesturing to the
“Sorry Sis, had a last minute meeting with the caterers before we
came here,” Dayaan rumbled, rolling his eyes.
The trivial talk was boring to Avalon. All he wanted to do was get
away. Just go home. The bachelor’s party was happening tonight, and
he’d already made his apologies. He’d avoided looking at Dayaan’s
dejected face. He had wanted his best friend to be there. But Avalon
couldn’t face it. Couldn’t bear to watch the man he loved
partying the night away, and then tying the knot. He was going to be
standing beside Dayaan as they watched Viviana walk down the aisle.
That was enough.
“So then everything is settled?” he asked as the waiter neared
“Yep,” Viviana answered. “You coming to the hen party, Falkia?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she replied. “What about
He shook his head, “Nope, staying in. I have some work to finish
and submit before the wedding tomorrow.”
While Viviana and Dayaan were ordering, Falkia leaned closer to
Avalon, and whispered, “You are a fool, too.”
For hours Avalon gritted his teeth and pushed through, editing and
re-editing, and finally submitting. And now it was midnight, and he
was wide awake, and thinking about Dayaan, and feeling sad again.
A loud knock at the door startled him. He walked to it, not really
wanting to open up. The person knocked again and called out.
“Avalon, open up!”
Avalon felt like ignoring him and just heading to bed. But there was
something in his voice that gave him pause. Just to be difficult, he
kept the chain hooked as he opened the door.
“What? Shouldn’t you still be out with your friends?” he kept
his voice neutral.
“Open up Av, you’re killing me here.”
“Oh my God, Dayaan, are you drunk?”
“Not drunk enough to justify what I’m doing now.”
“Whatever.” Avalon’s hand moved quickly to unchain and open the
“Get your ass in here, before someone sees you!” he scolded.
Dayaan wobbled into the lounge and plonked himself on the couch,
hunching over to lay his head in his hands. Avalon locked the door
and remained there, unsure of what to do next.
“It’s forbidden,” Dayaan mumbled.
“What?” Avalon asks as he looked at Dayaan confusedly.
“Why weren’t you there, Av? I needed you.”
Inside, Avalon cringed. He didn’t know what he could say that
wouldn’t admit the truth. So he walked over and sat next to Dayaan.
“Why did you come here, Dayaan? You should be with Viviana,”
Dayaan sat up and glared at Avalon. “Tonight, I’m going to be
selfish,” he said as his voice rose. “Tonight I’m going to do
what I want to do. Tonight you are going to shut up about everything
else, and just feel. Tonight the whole world out there doesn’t
exist. Just you and me.”
Dayaan leaned over and kissed Avalon. Though he’d somehow expected
it, Avalon still froze. His whole body was tingling and his heart was
speeding in his chest. Heat pooled in his groin, his arousal shooting
through the roof.
Oh my God! He thought.
The kiss broke and Dayaan sprang up, pulling Avalon along towards the
“Shut up, shut up, shut up…” he kept muttering as he gripped
“Dayaan, no we-”
“I thought I told you to shut up,” Dayaan growled, and shoved
Avalon onto the bed. “Take off your clothes.”
Avalon’s cock surged in his pants, and his heart skipped a beat.
The vision of Dayaan standing before him, pulling his clothes off and
revealing his bronze, toned body was breathtaking. The t-shirt
dropped to the floor, followed by his pants. Dayaan’s underwear was
straining in the front. The huge bulge seemed to pulse. He pushed
them down and his cock sprang free. It was dark, like the rest of
him, and hard, pointing straight up. He was neatly trimmed too.
“Tonight this is yours, and tonight, you are mine.”
The words sent thrills all along Avalon’s body. His clothes were
thrown to the floor and he shuffled further onto the bed, making room
“You’re body is amazing, Avalon. I want to touch it all the
time.” Saying so, Dayaan gripped Avalon’s ankles, and roughly
pulled him closer, before laying his hands on his chest.
Avalon gasped, and his cock twitched. The hands touching him were
rough and calloused.
“Day…” Avalon gasped. He wondered if he would regret this in
the morning, but decided to let it go for now. Instead, he pulled
Dayaan down and kissed him. He could feel the man’s stubble rub
against his skin, and he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along
Dayaan’s lip, encouraging him to open.
He was rewarded when Dayaan’s body melded to his, the skin finally
touching, their cocks rubbing against each other and sending sweet
electric thrills along their bodies. Avalon jerked his hips up, and
heard Dayaan moan. The man broke the kiss and leaned back.
“I wanna fuck you so bad. Feel my cock deep inside you.”
“Not too fast, arsehole,” Avalon chided, before pushing Dayaan
He made Dayaan lie on his back, and then he ran his eyes all along
the man’s body, before focusing on the hardon that pulsed slightly
and was leaking. He’d imagined this. Wondered what Dayaan would
Avalon gripped Dayaan’s cock gently, and lowered his head, opening
his mouth and taking Dayaan down deep.
“Fuck…” Dayaan moaned.
Avalon swirled his tongue around the head, which made Dayaan buck,
and then started sucking, bobbing his head up and down, and shuttling
his hand up and down, too. With the other, he caressed Dayaan’s
thighs, before fondling his large balls, and squeezed. Dayaan’s
cock jerked in his mouth.
“Stop, or I’m going to cum in your mouth.” Dayaan pushed Avalon
off and rolled him over. “I want to taste you too,” he said
Avalon lay back and watched as Dayaan moved lower. The man lowered
his mouth to Avalon’s nipples and sucked. Avalon gasped at the
tingly shock that ripped through him. Dayaan’s tongue flicked over
it a few times, and then he moved to the other side. Avalon was
moaning now, and while Dayaan was suckling on him, his hand went to
his own cock, wanting to pump it while he felt Dayaan’s mouth on
“Uh-uh, don’t touch,” Dayaan said as he slapped Avalon’s hand
He left Avalon’s nipples and moved lower and lower, until Avalon
could feel Dayaan’s breath on his head.
Avalon felt Dayaan’s tongue flick over his head. “Your first
blowjob, right? I’ve got one rule. No teeth.” He teased.
“Shut up,” Dayaan ground out, before engulfing Avalon’s cock in
“Shit,” Avalon gasped, trying not to buck, and gag Dayaan.
The man began bobbing his head, sucking and twirling his tongue
alternately. The edge was there, and if Dayaan continued, Avalon
would go right over it, and spill his seed into the man’s mouth.
“Fuck me now, Dayaan,” he begged.
The cold air assailed his cock when Dayaan pulled off.
“Lube,” Dayaan demanded.
“Side drawer. Condoms, too,” he added.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dayaan asked.
The look Avalon threw at Dayaan brooked no argument.
It’s not for my protection, you idiot. He thought to himself.
Dayaan relented and hurried to cover his cock. “What about you?
Don’t I need to, uh, loosen you up, or something?” he asked
“Don’t worry about me,” Avalon chuckled. “I just want you to
hurry and put your cock in me.”
Those brown eyes darkened, and before Avalon could say anything
further, Dayaan crushed his mouth against his, shoving his tongue all
the way in. He gripped Avalon’s legs and raised them, positioning
himself at Avalon’s entrance.
Avalon gasped as he felt the blunt head touch his hole. Dayaan
exerted pressure, and Avalon could feel Dayaan’s cock pushing at
him, demanding entrance. Avalon relaxed, and pushed out, and Dayaan
slowly eased in. He struggled not to let the initial pain show on his
face, but it was pointless, because Dayaan’s eyes were closed, and
his face was scrunched up in rapture.
It’s so big! He thought himself. But more than that, everything
felt surreal. Part of him hoped this was all a dream. That this
wasn’t really happening, that he was asleep at his desk.
Dayaan bottomed out, and reality set in. Avalon banished all thought
of tomorrow, and revelled in the fact that Dayaan’s huge cock was
balls deep in him. His own cock was rock hard, and he knew that if he
touched it now, he would explode.
“Come on, fuck me already,” Avalon demanded.
Dayaan chuckled, and Avalon could feel it in the way Dayaan’s cock
twitched inside of him. “Fuck you? Alright.” Dayaan’s hand slid
up Avalon’s torso to his neck, and he wrapped his hand around it,
squeezing slightly, before pulling his cock out partway, and then
thrusting back in.
“Ah!” Avalon cried out. “Fuck!”
“Your ass is so tight and hot. I can feel your heartbeat right
there,” Dayaan moaned.
He thrust again, slow and deep. But this was not enough for Avalon.
“Faster, you bastard,” he choked out.
The man complied, and gave short, quick thrusts that rubbed over
Avalon’s spot. His cock was a leaking faucet, waiting for that
final twist when he would explode. He pulled Dayaan down and kissed
him. As Dayaan fucked him, his stomach rubbed against Avalon’s cock
“I’m gonna cum soon,” he said to Dayaan.
“I’m close too.”
The man moved faster and faster. Avalon couldn’t hold back any
longer. “I’m cumming!” he screamed. He felt his hole
constricting around Dayaan’s pumping cock.
“Oh fuck!” Dayaan ground out, and pushed in one last time.
Avalon felt Dayaan pulsing inside him. He held onto Dayaan tightly,
hoping the man wouldn’t feel the falling tears.
The sun shone on Avalon’s face and he scrunched it. Turning over,
he felt the bed next to him. But it was empty. He sat up and eyed the
room blearily, and his gaze fell on the note lying on the pillow
Taking a deep breath, he picked it up and began reading.
I don’t fucking regret it.
Avalon burst out laughing at the first line. And he was fine.
“Crass bastard,” he muttered, then continued reading.
And don’t you either. Last night was for me mostly. But I wanted
it to be for you, too. My circumstances don’t allow me to love you
as a man, even though God knows that I do. But I’ve resigned myself
to it. My decision affects too many people in my life. So, I chose to
love your sister, too, and to spend my life loving her as a man
would. And that means that I can love you as a brother. No way am I
giving you up that easily. Get over me quickly. This is an order. Go
out and meet a guy who’s the total opposite of me, so you won’t
be comparing him to me, got that?
Now, get your ass out of the fucking bed, and get ready for my
wedding, you kinky bastard.
“Shit,” Avalon swore, and laughed. He crumpled up the letter,
tossed it into the basket beside his bed, and did as he was ordered.