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Music of the Soul

Sounds reverberate around the hall. The notes were arranged precisely. Everyone who listened was charmed by the music. No loud breaths or other sounds were heard. All that mattered was the music emanating from the man standing on stage. He closed his eyes and focused on the strings of his violin. His fingers slid along the strings, allowing the magic to happen with his violin bow. Nothing else mattered in the world.

His own heartbeat was steady and even. His thoughts were peaceful. Only the melody created by his fingertips reached his consciousness. Every note was created by his soul, shrieking over the strings. Every melody screamed in harmony. His audience was drawn into his charm. He had spent his entire life committed to magic. A talent polished to perfection. A life full of missed possibilities.

No one knew and no one noticed. Everyone else regarded him as the prodigy of the century. Born with unmatched talent.

All he had was the music, and all he knew was how to make his inner thoughts heard through it.

Rue was not sure how long he had been standing here, playing song after song. music after music, his violin bow running over the strings as if it were at home and did not know where else to be. But everything had to come to a stop, and as his final note was played, he allowed his consciousness to return to the present moment.

His hand paused and slid to his side.

His violin moved from its original position, held securely in his other hand.

He gave a short bow before the audience erupted in applause.

He could see them standing up, clapping their hands, joy across their faces. Faszination and adoration here and there in between. All things that didn’t matter.

He could see them getting up, clapping their hands, smiles on their faces. Fascination and affection can be seen throughout. Everything that did not matter.

His eye wandered across the rows and rows of people listening to the screams of music he played. Smiling and full of delight.

His heart remained calm and even.

With another brief bow, he exited the stage, assuming they were still clapping. Not that Rue saw the sense of it. It was again another resounding triumph from his manager's perspective. His family was thrilled and proud of how far he had come. But it did not matter.

Nobody listened.

Nobody understood.

He returned to his dressing room, his eyes half-opened. Changing into something more comfortable than the tuxedo he had been wearing for hours on end. Taking care of his violin to ensure it remained in excellent shape.

As always.

Without altering his routine.

He went with his possessions in hand. Not saying anything, and not looking for any social interactions.

It did not matter.

His footsteps led him along the halls. Every footstep echoed against the walls. People approached him. Congratulating him. Telling him how wonderful his music was. It meant a lot to them. How happy it made them.

His heart was calm and steady.

Nobody listened.

He walked around the corner. The final distance to catch his ride and return home. Spending the remainder of the day thinking about no musical works. How to vary his stage play and ensure that it is not the same every time.

He looked forward as he paused in his pace. A strange sight that made him wonder whether something was wrong. A young man of his age stood there, leaning against a wall.

He sported neon green hair. A haircut that was clearly intended to be styled like a mohawk. Leather jacket with spikes. Ripped jeans. Dark red boots were worn down. Hefty build that borders on being chubby. He was surprised to see a typical image of a certain type of person in this location. Everyone was normally dressed in gowns and suits. And he never had it any other way.

Rue composed himself and kept walking without further thought. The other individual did not even react to him. He had already accepted it as an uncommon occurrence and did not give it much thought. Not knowing how quickly that will change.

"Your music was painful."

The stranger spoke in a deep voice that Rue could feel in his core.

"Your music is typically sad on the records you sell. But live on stage, it is simply painful.”

He froze, unable to believe what he had heard. "What did you say?"

It was the first time their eyes met. The stranger's ice-blue eyes precisely reflected the chill that raced through Rue's body.

"Your music." It is wonderful. I do not deny it. However, the underlying sorrow is something I cannot overhear. I assumed I had imagined it based on your albums and CDs. But today, it was clear how much deeper that anguish was going."

His heart began racing.

“What is your name?”

"Elliot. But everyone calls me El.”

_____

That was one week ago. Rue sat on his couch, glancing at the clock continually. He felt uneasy and on edge. He has not had either of these emotions in a long time. Even performing in front of a full audience was less stressful.

He had to push himself not to pace about his own flat.

As the doorbell rang, he leaped up as if someone had punched him. He attempted to remain calm as he approached the door and opened it. On the other side was a man he had met recently. His attire was not substantially different from the last time; perhaps he was wearing a different shirt.

"You made it. I hope my place was not hard to find." Rue used all of his willpower not to sound different than normal.

"Yes, that was simple to figure out. Only the receptionist at the entry nearly threw me out the moment he spotted me. Good, you left a note for them.”

He stepped in, and Rue watched him remove his shoes before proceeding to the entrance area. He freely expressed surprise at what he saw as he entered the actual living space.

"Damn, I had high expectations, but this exceeded them. I assumed you were familiar with luxury, but this place is enormous."

Rue followed his guest, only shrugging when he was near him. "If my parents were not so adamant about it, I would definitely live a simpler life. Honestly, all I need is a room to play music. I don’t even use most of my living space.”

"Then why do you live here? Aren’t you old enough to decide what you want?”

Rue paused; he had to think for a while when he heard the question. He was correct, and Rue knew it. But it never occurred to him that he could choose to do things his way, regardless of what his parents expected of him.

“I don’t know, really. Never thought about it that way.”

Hearing those words, the guest looked like he was told some mind-boggling information. "You are weird, Rue."

"Says the guy who told me how painful my music is, right in my face."

"Well, that made you start talking to me. I believe that was a positive outcome. Besides, it is not like I lied or anything.”

Silence settled over both of them. Neither of them said another word for a while before it became too uncomfortable. Rue began talking again. "Want to see my music room, El?"

"I would love that; show me the way."

Neither of them spoke as they strolled through the flat. El could not help but gaze about, taking in everything that was in this place. The size and interior design, in addition to the numerous photographs, honours, and accolades he saw throughout, were stunning.

Before he could say anything, they arrived at the music room. El was now absolutely speechless. It seemed like a full-fledged recording room. Not only that, but there were all types of instruments all over the wall. Aside from violins, there were guitars, brass instruments, wind instruments, and more. "Can you play all of those?"

"Hmm? Oh. A little, but none of them compare to the violin."

El moved towards the instruments, his eyes filled with infectious delight. Rue could only stare as his guest gently touched one of the electric guitars.

"Some of those seem like they belong in a museum." His voice was cheerful, enthusiastic, and almost childlike. It gave Rue a sense of excitement he had not felt in a long time.

"Can I play one?"

Now it was Rue's turn to be astonished by those words. He had not asked if his guest played an instrument. However, they had only known one another for a week.

"Sure, go ahead. Do you want to use the studio as well?

The sparkle in El's eyes following the idea was almost blinding. He merely nods excitedly, unable to put his feelings into words. He returned his attention to the instruments as he gently removed one of the electric guitars from the wall. He wraps it across his shoulders and runs his fingers along the strings. The way El stared at the instrument reminded Rue of something. Something he had not thought about in a long while. When he was a child, he was immersed in the way of learning a new instrument. Creating new music.

Rue held his breath as he saw El go inside the recording studio. El clearly knew what he was doing when he set up the guitar and even checked to see if it was tuned correctly. It was amazing to see. Rue never saw anyone else do it. It was always just himself. He walks up to the console and turns it on. He had not considered doing it before, but suddenly his body was moving on its own.

His gaze was locked on El. He was already in his own universe, and he had not even begun playing music yet. After a few chords, El took a deep breath.

Rue was unsure what to anticipate. But as the music began, his heart soared. It was certainly not classical music. Chords and rough edges. Nonetheless, watching El play it and hearing the music emanate from his fingers. He felt joyful. Unrestrained delight. When was the last time he felt like this?

The rest of the world had no meaning for him. The melody drew him in. Rue was entirely drawn into El's spell when he heard his deep, harsh voice join in, sing, and compliment his song so perfectly.

El's expression indicated that he was at ease and that he was enjoying every moment of it. Rue did not know how long he was watching and listening or how many songs El played. But when he looked up, their eyes met. A smile emerged on his lips.

"Grab an instrument and come inside."

Rue was unsure what to do. He knew he did not want to disappoint El. He approached carefully to the instruments, picking up one of the violins, which was the only instrument he could always play.

Slowly, he walked into the recording room. He felt out of place, but El only grinned. He began strumming a few chords before pausing to look back at Rue. He was not sure what he was supposed to do at first, but he rested the violin on his shoulder and pressed the bow against the strings. He took a deep breath and began playing, attempting to replicate the chords El had just played.

He nodded and resumed playing. Always taking a break to allow Rue to do the same, it eventually felt natural enough that there were no breaks anymore; music was floating into each other. The guitar and violin compliment one another, creating a free-flowing musical dance.

Rue was so engrossed in the music that he could not notice a smile spreading across his lips. This feeling was nostalgic—something he believed he had lost many years before. His skin prickled with excitement, his fingers moving not to produce or please, but to enjoy the feel of his instrument and the sound of the music he made.

El eventually stopped playing; Rue did not notice because he was still walking; immersed in this tranquillity, he lost and discovered again. El could only smile while listening. He saw Rue relax, the music enveloping him like a spell. He no longer has the normal riggid stance he trained for on stage. He was moving, smiling, and enjoying himself. And so it was no surprise; Rue only noticed after a while that El had stopped playing. He blushed as he noticed El watching him.

"There you go. That didn’t sound painful.”

Rue was out of breath, his fingers twitching, and his heart racing quicker than usual. He looked at El, his smile, and the way he handled himself. His arms hang beside his body. Before he could even consider what his body was doing, he dropped the violin and violin bow on the ground and lunged forward. He placed his arms around El's neck, Rue's lips pressing hungrily into his.

El was stunned for a single second before closing his eyes and responding to the kiss with the same eagerness. His hands moved to the back of Rue's head and played with his hair. Both their lips open, deepening the contact, making it more slobby and desperate.

El paused the kiss briefly to remove the guitar from his shoulder, then resumed the kiss. Neither of them knew who pushed the other against the wall first. All they knew was that their positions had shifted too swiftly to notice.

They were kissing each other as if it were more vital than the air. Clothes are gently tumbling to the floor. Only when it was absolutely necessary did they break their kiss.

El's hand moved across Rue's soft, plump body. Playing with his curves and folds. Rue was not far behind, his hands excitedly mapping every last milimeter and imprinting it on his memories. El was not as chubby as he was, but still had the sweet softness of a slightly overweight body.

Their nude bodies pressed into each other, and their firm members rubbed against one another. Rue was shoved to the ground when El broke the kiss yet again. Before he could complain, El sat down on his hip. He felt his own erection pressing against El's velvety rear. His breathing was rapid, and his heart felt as if it were about to explode.

He watched with bated breath as El moved up and grabbed Rue's member. He let out a shivering moan at the touch. But nothing prepared him for what happened next. He felt his tip push against something soft and warm, and it slowly gave way. His spine arches as his tip enters El's tight, soft velvet tunnel. Both of them are moaning loudly.

El bent down for another hot, seething kiss, his hips beginning to rock up and down, taking more and more of Rue's cock inside him. Rue can only move his hands to El's hips and play with his sensitive lovehandles tenderly.

Rue's head was swimming; he could hear their moist kiss, skin hitting skin, while El rode him. He never expected to hear such a wonderful melody. It was becoming too much for his inexperienced body.

Rue stops the kiss and clutches El firmly. His hips began to move enthusiastically in response to El's movements, his eyes closed, and his breathing became heavy. "I am... close..."

That was El's cue to double his effort, making Rue moan with delight. As his orgasm began, it felt as if his entire body exploded with pure joy. He let out a long, loud moan as he pumped El full of his thick, hot cum. His toes curled in delight.

He slumped as his climax subsided. His eyes were filled with desire. He required a few moments to open his eyes fully and look into El's. His hand reached out, his thumb running along his cheek. He saw El push into the touch, kissing his fingers one by one. His heart felt like it was about to explode from the torrent of emotions coursing through him.

"Fuck me..."

El looked surprised. “Are you sure? Have you ever done anything like this?

Rue shakes his head. "Please…"

El smiled warmly as he carefully pushed himself off of Rue's lap, letting his cock slip out of him. Rue watched as he took up position between his legs. But the next thing made him gasp: his legs lifted up as El leaned down. Rue felt his tongue sliding down his virgin hole, teasing and caressing it.

"Ooooh, goooood!" Rue hid his face with his hands. One part was embarrassment, and the other was that he had no idea what to do with them otherwise. His own member is growing hard again after only cumming a few moments earlier. He was heavily breathing. As his muscles relaxed, he felt El's tongue enter within him, causing him to gasp loudly and arch his back again.

“El… please… I am melting…”

El knew he could not continue to tease Rue after hearing his frantic longing. He moved carefully into position, guiding Rues' legs around his hips. His cock pressed against the spit-cleaned opening. He slowly pressed forward, testing the waters, and was surprised to feel it give away so quickly. El and Rue moaned together once he entered. It felt extremely tight and heated up. El was not sure how long he could hold back his own climax.

“I know it hurts at first; try to relax. I am going to be...”

El could not complete the sentence when he noticed Rue shaking his head, staring at him with a burning desire he had never seen in anyone else. "Fuck me, God, damit!"

His body reacted to the unexpected eruption by pushing forward harder, earning a long shivering moan as a result. His hips began to move on their own as he watched Rue lose himself. He could feel a thrill through his body. His eyes were fixed on the face of utter joy, closed eyes, mouth wide open, tongue rolled out. He could actually feel Rue pushing back against him. Every jiggle of Rue’s body with every hard thrust. He was losing himself.

He leaned down, kissing and nibbling along Rue's neck, letting him to moan even louder as he tilted his head back to give El full access to his neck. El's hips were moving quicker and harder, unable to hold back.

He gently kissed his way to Rue’s chest, suckling and playing with his nipples. Rue's silky tunnel clenched around his cock as he moaned, and he could hear his wonderful voice singing the most exquisite song.

Then he noticed him shiver and arch his back once again. He glanced down his body, watching his cock throb, and let out another huge load. His breath became trapped as he watched. His hips simply doubled in effort as he let out his own climax deep inside Rue. This went on until both of them were utterly empty, breathing heavily as they stared at each other.

Their lips pressed together, but not in the way that starving animals would. It was lovely, kind, and affectionate. When the kiss ended, neither of them said anything, instead basking in their lovely afterglow.

—

El was heading out of the restroom with a towel around his neck. He rubbed it over his long, bright green hair. Aside from that, he made no effort to cover himself up.

He strolled into the living room and saw Rue sitting there, still completely naked as he had been when he came out of the restroom before El's turn. He walked up to him slowly.

"What are you doing?"

Rue did not look up; he was clearly absorbed with something. When El arrived, he could see what was happening. He was filling out a fresh notebook. His gaze shifted to the already-written section, and a smile formed on his lips.

"Did you get kissed by your muse?"

That pulled Rue out of his thoughts looking at El. He chuckled freely, without worry.

“Got fucked by them.”

They exchanged a brief look before sharing another deep, loving kiss.