CHAPTER 21 A WALK IN THE PARK

CHAPTER 21 – A WALK IN THE PARK

Javi was subtly trying to observe Kurt as they ambled along some trails in the park. He hadn’t planned on ending his object lesson the way he had, but he had no regrets. He had wanted to kiss him exactly like that practically from the moment they’d met at The Rafters. Kurt was nothing short of mesmerizing. In fact, he had a very hard time coming up with words to describe him. The ultimate oxymoron, a singer/songwriter without adequate words. The fact that he seemed totally unaware of his own beauty only made Javi want him more.

The first thing that caught his attention when they’d met other than his eyes….who had eyes like that, really…no one he ever knew…was the symmetry of his face. Bone structure that would make any Latinx weep, which might sound strange to many, but people had commented on his own bone structure so many times that now he unconsciously studied it in every person he met. And his skin…flawless, and yes, porcelain was the only way he could describe it, and not just his skin. Sometimes in looking at Kurt, he wanted to gather him into his arms protectively because he seemed so fragile, almost delicate, and so, so vulnerable.

Javi knew better though. Kurt was a very strong, intense man. Anyone who could cry in front of someone they’d only known for 5 days was the strongest kind of person.

How could he have been so lucky? Any man at The Rafters could have had Kurt, if Kurt wanted, that is. Forget The Rafters! Any man who ever encountered Kurt would want him…but for what was always going to be the question for Kurt. This man with the, what was it the Beatles had used to describe the eyes in Lucy in The Sky with Diamonds? Kaleidoscope….that’s what Kurt was, a man with kaleidoscope eyes. This man who had that something…just look at him! In his admittedly overactive imagination, he could see Kurt’s well-defined muscles, his hair in total disarray, in a moment of complete abandon, Kurt’s body blending with his own….and that would happen at the right moment in time. He had to turn away from looking at him. This was going to be so difficult, but so worth it.

His mind strayed for a while as he remembered Antonio…passionate, fiery Tonio who had taught him how to love. He’d met him when Javi was 18 and had just arrived in Mexico City knowing no one. He was doing some backup singing in the studio where Antonio worked. Even though Antonio was only 19, he was already well known in the Latinx music world. Some called him a musical genius. He saw Tonio watching through the window that divided the recording equipment and the studio as they rehearsed the song again and again until everyone was pretty sure it was perfect. As he was getting ready to leave, Tonio had slipped into studio room 2 and introduced himself to Javi. They went to dinner that night and the rest as they say was history. And what a history it was. Neither could have predicted or imagined what happened, not just musically, but emotionally, romantically. He suddenly realized what he was doing and quickly looked at Kurt again to remind him that this beautifully unexpected surprise of a man was his present and his future, he hoped.

Kurt looked over at Javi. He could tell his mind was elsewhere, but he really didn’t want to know where. He’d only felt able to look at Javi when Javi had finally taken his eyes off of him. It was delicious to be with someone again in silence, at ease in each other’s company. He didn’t want to analyze, overthink and/or dissect as he was wont to do. He just wanted to enjoy Javi’s company and take all of him in again. Everything about Javi said, “I know who I am.” Javi loved himself enough to be able to love someone else. Kurt knew how valuable that was. Some people never discovered the necessity of that knowledge.

Javi seemed to come back from wherever his mind had gone and smiled up at Kurt saying, “Sorry, got lost in my head for a minute.” Kurt was actually glad that he had had that time to just take in all that was Javi without him noticing. It gave him the courage to ask, “Javi, besame…umm…,” he closed his eyes trying to remember the words he’d recently learned, but before he could finish the sentence, Javi had taken him into his arms and as if reading his mind, kissed him over and over again, recklessly, relinquishing all thought but, “Si, voy a besarte una y otra vez hasta que me ruegues que pare, mi amor!”

I will kiss you again and again until you beg me to stop, my love!