Sorry, just can't resist a bit of fun with the headline... tasty teaser two for you.
Archie and Zack have been watching the sunset on Primrose Hill. Romantic? Mm, it didn't turn out quite like that...
“Hey, sleepyhead, wake up.” Archie gave a soft tug on Zack’s hair.
Zack yawned and stretched and opened his eyes. He reached up and ran his forefinger over Archie’s lips. Archie caught it and sucked it into the warmth of his mouth.
“You can have something else of mine in your mouth, if you want,” Zack said.
Archie’s eyes narrowed, and he released Zack’s finger with a wet smack.
“In front of all these people watching a romantic sunset? Mr Lorrimer-Grant, you are nothing more than a dirty slut.”
“Which is why you love me and I love you.”
Silence wrapped around them shutting out the noise of the crowds and the traffic from the road behind.
As Zack gazed up at Archie, the world stopped turning. Archie hadn’t responded, hadn’t said that he loved him back. The warm air felt dense and heavy, like a huge weight had settled on his chest as the words he needed to hear were left unsaid. His chest tightened and grew heavier. Zack tried to fill his lungs with the warm night air, but it was no good. All he could feel was the wheezing struggle for breath as his lungs shrank to tight hard balls and his throat became thick and solid, choking off the air. He couldn’t breathe. Panic flooded through him, replacing the oxygen his body was fighting for. Zack scrambled for the inhaler he always kept in his pocket, but it wasn’t in his pocket because it was on the bedside cabinet, the bedside cabinet in the house on the other side of London.
“Zack? Zack? Where’s your inhaler?” Archie hauled Zack upright and scrambled for his pockets.
Zack shook his head. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t pull in enough air to breathe. His heart beat out a furious rhythm and sweat beaded on his skin.
Jesus, I can’t breathe. He was going to die surrounded by strangers and his boyfriend who hadn’t said that he loved him back. His body crumpled, and he collapsed back down on the grass
“I’ll phone for an ambulance—oh fucking hell.” Archie fumbled for his phone with trembling hands.
“Here.” A woman pushed a little plastic pump between Zack’s stiff and bloodless lips.
It’s not working, it’s too late, it’s too fucking late. Tears rolled down Zack’s cheeks.
“Come on. Again.” The woman pressed down on the pump.
The tiniest trickle of air worked its way down Zack’s throat. His chest hurt, but the belt that had tightened around his lungs and had squeezed the life-giving oxygen from him released a notch. His frantic heartbeat slowed and the whoosh of blood that filled his ears subsided.
“Don’t frighten me like that again, you stupid bastard. Where the fuck is your inhaler? Why did that happen like that, just out of the blue?” Archie pulled Zack tight in his arms. Zack didn’t know who was shaking the most, him or Archie.
Why did it happen, Archie? It’s because you didn’t say that you love me.
A E Ryecart
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