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Wish of the Beholder

Written by Leo_Todrius

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A gentle rumble rolled across the city, clouds crashing into one another high above. There had been no rain, no hail, just a few flashes lighting up the otherwise ominous clouds - and yet, somehow, it seemed far less ominous sequestered inside the university's archaeology wing. Then again, the fact that it was between terms and Ezra was the only one in the building made it a bit more ominous… or it would have until the young man thought about what his fellow students were like and shook that feeling away again. All in all, it was another example of the constant tug of war between anxiety and practicality that went on in his mind each day.

Ezra stood at one of the tables, a variety of artifacts spread out before him. A research dig had unearthed a variety of objects in a recent study, some of them had not yet been touched by human hands. They would become museum pieces, the subjects of research papers, and the foundation upon which more research grants would be filed… and it was up to him to treat them with the proper respect and make sure they were ready for whatever fate would come.

Another crackle of thunder bled into a second and a third, enough that the windows in the old building rattled a little. Ezra looked up, brown eyes peeking out from behind narrow rectangular glasses, a mop of black hair falling across his forehead. He was twenty, five foot ten, and roughly a hundred and twenty pounds. His complexion was somewhere between fair with hints of an olive tone, barely kissed by the sun. Even his t-shirt hung off of him and his belt was done to the narrowest notch to keep it up.

The trust that the university showed in Ezra was well founded on his academic prowess and his proclivity to volunteer for the less desirable facets of the research process. He'd shown promise with the meticulous aspects of artifact handling and his patience was second to none, though he had to admit he preferred those rare times when he could stay on campus when everyone else left, to take his time with the artifacts. There was no cleaning up and staging again. He could leave everything exactly where it had been and pick up where he left off.

It was the fifth day on the project. Ezra had completed work on several pieces, but today was going to be an easier day. The ceramics would take two weeks to finish, the parchment could take even longer, but today was Friday. Ezra wanted to celebrate by working on the metal artifacts. He had pioneered a cleaning process that was harmless to the artifacts but effective at the same time. With gloves on, he carefully cleaned several Arabic dinar coins as tests to make sure everything was ready before moving on to objects of larger size and complexity.

The thunderstorm continued on outside, silver clouds broiling and rolling over one another. It felt like Ezra was the only witness to it in an empty world… It was an exaggeration, of course. The campus had a few other occupants, but none in the archaeology building. Ezra finished with a decorative metal tray, working the dust out of all the grooves and indentations before he picked up an antique brass coffee pot.

Ezra looked at the artifact with appreciation even before he started to clean it. The detailing around the main body was exquisite, showing a variety of patterns on different circumscribed rings. The bottom was geometric, the middle was floral with wispy dandelion like patterns, and the upper ring looked almost tribal with crisscrossing curved spikes. It was thick and robust, just like the coffee it once served, all coming up to a spout - but it was paired with an open base with a lot of holes to allow it to be heated and kept hot, and the handle had curves and spirals, making it more ornamental than easy to hold.

The student dipped a sponge into the cleaning agent and brought it up, applying it to the coffee pot. He started to rub back and forth, cutting through the patina. He knew antique enthusiasts would hate it, but the professor wanted these objects restored to their original luster. A stream of rich, healthy bronze appeared, glistening and clean. Ezra looked at the metal, seeing one last smudge. He set the sponge aside and rubbed at the metal with his gloved fingers.

Outside a deafening crack of thunder shook the building to its foundation. The lights flickered and snapped off, leaving the only light to be the dull silver glow coming in through the window. The coffee pot began to shudder and shake in Ezra's hands. His eyes grew wide in shock as he set the object down, but it was already too late. A thick purple mist began to billow from the spout, pouring out as if a smoke bomb had been placed in the object. The mist pooled along the floor for a moment before it began to lift upwards in defiance of gravity and physics.

Ezra skidded back in absolute shock, watching the mist reshape and reform, climbing from a humble coiled tendril to a wider and wider base, building upward and outward into a rather large, rather humanoid shape. The mist began to coalesce, and other colors emerged, complimenting the violet hue, but Ezra didn't look at any of that. He couldn't pull his gaze away from the two glowing white points in the cloud.

The white glowing points were soon surrounded by violet flesh - eyebrows, a nose, ears. The mist turned into flesh overall, glistening with a silvery, sparkly dew. The glowing points closed, and purple eyes opened. Floating before Ezra was a real, bonafide djinn. His hair was pulled up and done into a top knot that stood a good six inches above his head and an over the top mustache and goatee obscured his lips entirely, connecting with a much more groomed, short beard that covered his cheeks.

Brass rings hung from the Djinn's faintly pointed ears. Heavier rings hung from rather thick nipples, and a variety of black tattoos covered his muscled, huge arms, his wrists wrapped in metal bracers that showed the same patterns embossed on the antique coffee pot. The only thing protecting the being's modesty was a black loin cloth, though even that seemed unusually distended. The djinn blinked a few times before looking around, an eyebrow arching before he looked back at the human that had released him. He pursed his lips before smiling.

“That was a lot longer than usual…" he murmured before looking puzzled, “Longer… usual… That… What language am I speaking?" he asked curiously, running his tongue over his lips. Ezra was as pale as a ghost, having backed up as far as he could against a display case of exotic coins. The twenty-year-old opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a faint hissing noise as air passed in futility. The Djinn frowned. “I know it's your language or I wouldn't be speaking it… Let's start with something easier then. My name is Amit. And you are?" The question hung in the air for a moment. Ezra swallowed uncertainly. He seemed to go through his mental tug of war again before he processed enough to speak.

“Ezra, Ezra Amari." he mumbled. The djinn grinned brightly and floated closer, navigating around the table easily.

“Ezra, you have released me from my confines and as such you have earned yourself three wishes. It is a potent and powerful gift, choose wisely and your life shall be full of joys and riches the likes of which you have never before known." Amit said. Ezra's jaw hung open a little in stunned shock.

“You're kidding… That… That can't be real. Genies aren't real, I mean, it's a fairy tale!" Ezra said. Amit frowned and floated back a bit.

“Do you not see what is before your eyes? Are you not the one that released me? And besides, we prefer the word Djinn… It's more politically correct." He commented before trying to figure out the exact meaning of what he was saying in this strange new language. Ezra looked at the djinn, then the coffee pot, moving back over to the artifact. He picked it up, running his hands over the surface.

“You were in this? Not a lamp?" Ezra asked more curiously. Amit gave a somewhat shy grin at that and floated back over.

“Yes… The vessels we inhabit can be different, and they can change over time. Besides, I needed something roomier. I'm what you would call a big boy." Amit grinned. Even despite his robust goatee hiding so much of his face, his grin was infectious. Ezra felt more at ease with him with every second. The student took a breath and leaned against one of the counters.

“So, I have… three wishes? And they can be anything? Are there rules?" Ezra asked. Amit shrugged.

“Almost anything… I can't grant a wish for someone to die, or to be magically in love with you, or for wishes for more wishes or to unwish a wish… and world altering stuff is off the table. I can't end a disease or war by will alone."

“I should have remembered." Ezra murmured. Amit's eyes widened.

“Have you met my kind before?" he asked.

“No, just… the fairy tales." Ezra said. Amit grimaced.

“I hope they were not harmed when you took the tails." Amit said. Ezra looked even more horrified at that notion.

“No, tales, like stories… No fairies were harmed." Ezra paused, wondering if Tinkerbell counted in her near-death experience before he shook it off, realizing the gravity of the choice he had been given… although all his first thoughts had been ruled out by the world altering stuff. He hesitated before looking up at Amit, grappling with his deepest insecurities. Amit smiled softly.

“It's okay, you can wish for yourself… You have three after all." Amit reassured him. Ezra looked humbled and vulnerable at that before he swallowed, turning to look at the window, gazing out at the storm for a long moment before he looked back at the djinn, clarifying his idea as much as he could.

“I… wish to be handsome, incredibly attractive..." Ezra said softly, the words barely leaving his lips as he acknowledged the poor self-image he had been fostering for years. Amit bowed his head solemnly before lifting it back up. At first Ezra wasn't sure anything had happened, but he felt a strange, unfamiliar tingling coming from above his lips. He reached up and his finger brushed something soft, something that hadn't been there moments before.

Ezra turned around and looked at the display case behind him, looking around the glass panes until he caught sight of his reflection. For the first time his baby face was marked by something new, something dark, something fuzzy. He'd barely had peach fuzz before, but now it had turned black, grown thicker, and it was getting longer by the second. The mustache formed and started to curve down over his upper lip, but it also dipped down the sides, framing his mouth. He turned his head to see more fuzz pushing through from his cheeks, his jawline, his chin…

At first, aside from the mustache, it looked like a few days' growth, but in moments it pushed out to weeks, then a month. His cheeks darkened and the skin beneath was obscured. His entire face was tingling and throbbing, then his throat, his neck, hair was pushing out all over. It was as dark as his hair, dense, even bushy. It started to stick out from his cheeks and chin, taking on volume.

“Wait, what is this?" Ezra asked, turning to look at the djinn… and his big beard… Ezra's eyes widened. He had asked to be incredibly handsome, but he'd never specified by whose standards. “Wait, this isn't quite what I mea-" Ezra's voice cracked, dropping deeper. He lowered his head, not sure why at first, but then he saw why. His baggy t-shirt was no longer baggy. The size small shirt was clinging tightly to his body, highlighting shapes and curves Ezra had never seen before, at least on himself.

“Very nice…" Amit murmured to himself, watching the shirt grow tighter and tighter. Despite Ezra's frail body, he was developing pecs of steel. His nipples pressed against the cloth as they grew wider, thicker and longer as well. His sleeves got tight, his collar started cutting into his shoulders and neck. The whole shirt was far too small. It even started to ride up, allowing Amit to watch as Ezra's smooth, featureless stomach began to bulge and firm, forming one muscle group after another, building upward like a ladder.

A deep moan left Ezra's bearded lips, a deeper voice than he'd ever had before. He looked at Amit, but it was clear the djinn was just enjoying himself, enjoying what was happening, and as much as Ezra wanted to deny it, he was too. He looked back at his reflection, almost in love with it, watching as his bland short hair was growing out longer and silkier, coming down over his ears, cascading down the nape of his neck. He felt aroused by it all, stimulated, hot, heavy, and… like he was being cut in half.

Gloved hands dropped down to his waist, realizing the cause of the increasing pain. It was almost like torture, turning moans of pleasure into moans of pain. The belt was on its smallest notch and his hips were widening, his waist was thickening, every part of him was growing. Ezra moaned, fumbling with the belt, his gloves getting caught between the metal band and the peg. The latex stretched and snapped, splitting out as his hand grew larger, his fingers thicker, his palms broader.

He tugged and tugged before finally the belt gave way. He yanked it out, the belt making snapping sounds as it darted through each pant loop before he cast it away like a poisonous snake, sending the accessory skidding across the classroom floor. His pants sagged down, but they couldn't fall all the way to the floor, not over his thighs and calves as they thickened and swelled. Ezra looked back up again but then was hit with such a wave of pleasure that he fell forward onto his knees, reeling, overwhelmed with wave after wave of intense enjoyment.

Somewhere at the edge of Ezra's awareness, he heard the first pop - a stitch, somewhere around his collar. Another came, then a third, then the sound of tearing. A zigzag slit ripped down the back of his shirt as his shoulder muscles doubled and then quadrupled in size, spilling outward. His sleeves exploded next, his biceps and triceps ballooning larger. He knelt there in his classroom, panting, moaning, feeling a new tickle as his beard reached the base of his neck, then his collar bone, then his nipples. Even the slightest turn of his head made him aware of how dense, how heavy, and how full his black beard was.

Ezra's eyes were half lidded, the young man feeling drunk on the change. Pounds were stacking onto his frame, but even that was changing. It wasn't painful, more peculiar as his bones lengthened and thickened. His lungs took in more air, his torso seemed wider than his bed, his areolas were wider than any of the ancient coins they had in their collection, and all of it felt amazing… but there was one aspect that Ezra felt had been missing, and as a new tingling started, he realized it hadn't been left out.

A gloved hand reached down, caressing the painfully strained underwear that was already failing to contain his masculinity. One very full, very plump ball slipped out of its confines, making a little more room for the rest. Ezra wasn't enthusiastic about the idea of feeling himself tear through that with size alone, so he grabbed onto his underwear and pulled. The elastic stretched to its limit, the cotton struggled to resist, and then with a violent pop, the underwear split.

Ezra and the Djinn were both treated to the view of a fat, eleven-inch cock arching out into view, bobbing and throbbing in place. The head was already swollen, round and plump. The shaft was thick and long, veins pushing outward. It was double the size he'd ever seen it, but somehow it still felt… soft. Ezra grabbed onto his shaft and began to stroke it, though as his left hand surged in size, the latex stretched and split out, dropping in springy pieces to the floor. Hair sprouted from Ezra's knuckles, even a dusting on the back of his hand, but he didn't care.

His newly minted massive hand swept back and forth across the rod, feeling its girth and length increasing. Ezra couldn't even guess, he had to assume he was somewhere between two hundred, maybe three hundred pounds. Who could have told how tall he was without standing up… His beard was so long and so wide it almost hid his nipples, but he could feel them trying to remain noticed. They were painfully erect, hard, and as long as they could get, but none of it compared to his shaft.

Ezra howled again, moaning as his cock passed thirteen inches, then sixteen… It was a monster, a behemoth, well beyond normalcy. It was strange and alien, and yet he cradled it with love and affection. It was his, he was a rockstar… With luck he could give up academia and make a living in porn movies. He groaned and grunted as his balls swelled, pushing past the size of tangerines, then oranges, growing larger still. He looked up at the Djinn floating before him, seeing that the supernatural creature had drawn his loincloth back to reveal his own leviathan of a cock, its hue a deep and distinct shade of violet.

The Djinn huffed and moaned, jerking himself off, working a tool that would have reached his knees if he had any. Unlike Ezra's, the tip was blunted and broad, a thick ridge running around the shaft half-way down. The being was truly hung like a horse. He grabbed onto his member with both hands, jacking off as if he was rubbing his own lamp, trying to see what would come out. Amit continued to watch Ezra grow and change, everything still happening so fast.

The moans leaving Ezra's mouth were lewd and unrestrained. He looked up at the Djinn, realizing he had been tricked… or at the very least hadn't made his wish specific enough. He couldn't imagine that there was much left in the change, but his lack of imagination was rewarded with a burning, stinging sensation coming from his chest. Ezra hissed and reached up, pushing his beard back, seeing his fat, chubby nipples grow even more distended before something hot and slick began leaking out. For a split second he wondered if he was producing milk, but the liquid proved to be molten metal as it billowed outward, dripping down, building out on itself until it formed two perfect rings.

The adornments hardened and cooled, though their weight was tangible, tugging his already erect nips downward, keeping them heavy and hard. Ezra hissed as the same pain built from his ears as not one pair, but three pairs of gold rings began to form, dangling down from his formerly virgin lobes. They dangled and wobbled as he moved his head, the pain fading and leaving a strange constant stimulation, just as his nipples had. It was like a constant buzzing erection from something other than his python of a cock… but it wasn't alone.

A deep, odd yelp left Ezra's lip as his left arm started to burn as if it was on fire. The skin darkened, taking on black hues not as damage, but as art. New symbols were appearing, wrapping around his arms, creeping all the way from his wrist to his elbow, to his shoulder and then out across the upper territory of his left pec. Some of the symbols were familiar, a mixture of geometric shapes and the crisscrossing tribal curves from the coffee pot.

Ezra's heart, now almost twenty five percent larger had been racing. Sweat beaded his beautiful, naked, muscular form like oil on a wrestler. His hair reached his shoulders, his beard was longer. His cock took more than two hands to pleasure and his balls were as big as grapefruits. He was superhuman, unearthly large, hairy and manly in every definition, and without so much as a word escaping his lips, he came.

The first spurt was more than he'd ever cum before, several tablespoons of milky seed… but then the second and third were more copious, then the fourth and fifth ran together until it was one steady fountain. An arching stream of thick, potent, virile seed sprayed outward, splattering across the classroom floor. It lasted for twenty, maybe thirty seconds before the flow became a dribble and then eventually subsided.

What came next was silence. Ezra said nothing, nor did Amit. The thunderstorm had passed. Ezra knelt for what felt like an eternity, catching his breath. After several minutes the lights flickered and snapped back on. Power had been restored. Ezra reached out with one large hand, bracing the side of a counter before he pushed himself up… and up…. And up. He surpassed his previous height in spades. Every surface seemed weirdly far away. Ezra looked around, then down, then back at the Djinn.

“You made me your version of handsome, didn't you?" Ezra asked, his voice so deep it was almost able to rattle the window like the thunder had. Amit held up his hands.

“I did precisely as you asked! I made you incredibly handsome!" Amit defended himself, though he couldn't help but look Ezra over, admiring his handiwork.

“But people won't recognize me. They won't believe me when I say who I am!" Ezra protested. Amit, however, shrugged.

“You are the most handsome man I have ever seen in all of my days. You have the sort of handsomeness that would win you any wife… or husband… you desired. You could earn riches, make a new start. All this you could do without me." Amit said, floating along as if he was pacing before finally turning back, “Or… you could use another of your wishes. Have your cake and eat it too. Be this handsome, but everyone accepts it as you."

“Isn't that… world changing? A big change?" Ezra asked. Amit scoffed.

“You overestimate yourself, and the human capacity to contextualize their surroundings. All it would cost you is a wish." Amit said. Ezra's brow furrowed, though he became aware of how much thicker his eyebrows were, nearly thick enough and dark enough to grow together. He was his best self, at least as Amit saw him, harkening back to the hairiest and manliest parts of his heritage and pushing them beyond their limits, but that wasn't what he was trying to think about.

Ezra ran through all his first impulses. He couldn't wish for world peace, he couldn't wish to end wars or disease, he couldn't wish anyone back from the dead… Maybe it really was only practical to wish things for himself, and after these changes… maybe Amit was right. The weight of the decision started to press in on him, especially as Ezra thought of his family, his friends, on going through life. He closed his eyes for a long moment, debating his options before he locked in on a choice.

“I wish… that anyone that knows me… would accept my changes, of any wish, by being surprised, impressed, intrigued and not concerned… that they would not be lost in disbelief…" Ezra said slowly. He had almost slipped up again, but he had slipped in the extra clause at the end. He hoped it would be enough. Once more, Amit lowered his head and raised it after a moment. It was almost anti-climactic after everything that Ezra had just been through.

The changed human turned back to look at the display case, looking at his reflection. He looked like some herculean legend, a comic hero… or perhaps an anti-villain, although in all the changes, Ezra realized his glasses were still resting on his nose. He turned, looking back at the djinn with a bit of shock. He was almost shaking.

“Why do I still have glasses?" he asked in disbelief. The Djinn hesitated, blushing in a way that made his purple cheeks even more purple.

“I… thought glasses were sexy." he admitted, “If… if you wanted, I could fix your sight…"

Ezra looked at the Djinn, wondering if it had been a deliberate omission to weasel a third wish out of him, to get him to use them all up on conditions and clauses… but something about that didn't ring true. He thought about everything that the djinn had said, from 'being freed from his confines' to the fact that he had been changed to fit the djinn's idea of attractive. Only now did he realize that it could have backfired, and he could have been made to look like whatever the supernatural creature found attractive in any way. Ezra shifted slightly.

“When you fulfilled my first wish, you made me what you find attractive, didn't you?" Ezra asked softly. Amit lifted his head before he nodded. Ezra wasn't sure how to feel, though he decided on flattered after a moment. “So… you like big, bearded, pierced men?" Ezra asked, taking a step closer. Amit hesitated.

“W… Who wouldn't wish to be so strong, so manly, so virile?" Amit asked, trying to fake his normally infectious grin. Ezra came closer until they were almost chest to chest.

“Just like you, being a pretty big boy… You made me into your fantasy?" Ezra asked. Amit blushed again, a quiver moving through the djinn's enormous equine member.

“More or less… You made me think of things I had not fantasized about before." Amit admitted. Ezra licked his lips gently, a wicked grin crossing his own bearded face.

“I wish… that you were free of your confines and limitations, free to experience whatever you wanted to experience with whoever you wanted to experience it with." Ezra whispered. This time it was not Amit who granted the wish. The antique coffee pot began to rattle and shake, vibrating with more and more power, surging and gleaming, growing red hot. Amit's bracers grew hot as well, turning to liquid metal that dribbled harmlessly off of his skin, pouring to the floor where it sizzled and cooled.

“Your wish… your last wish was for me?" Amit asked in disbelief. Ezra grinned and leaned in, bringing his lips to the Djinn's, one thick and bushy beard pressing into another. Amit's eyes fluttered closed and he wrapped an arm around Ezra's substantial shoulder, holding the two tight until their pierced nipples rubbed, their chest hair brushed, and their extreme endowments pressed together, rubbing and grinding, growing harder and fuller. Ezra moaned, his kisses becoming more aggressive.

Amit had met many men over the years, from thieves and beggars to princes and kings. He'd helped them with countless wishes and fantasies. Some had undone themselves; others had lived long and robust lives, but never before had one wished a wish for him… and now that he was free, he had his power, his abilities, his freedom. But Ezra had been right, Amit had granted his own wish of sorts, turning the frail human into the man of his dreams. Ezra had figured it out, and he had given him the choice. It was up to him to take it.

The Djinn floated upward and then came down, his tail shifting from mist to something more substantial. Ezra gasped, letting out a deep and manly groan as his enormous cock was enveloped in a deep, undulating, wriggling, satisfying hole. Amit wriggled his way down, inch after inch, feeling Ezra impale him literally, sliding up through a channel no human had. Ezra drooled into his beard a bit, feeling his massive member being massaged, pleasured, and worked by every centimeter. Amit sunk down lower and lower until his thick, pert, bubble ass cheeks were resting against Ezra's huge balls.

“Now, that's better… Amit whispered. Ezra only murmured in agreement before he started to buck his hips up and down. Amit moaned out at that, reaching to caress his former master's full, thick beard. “Look at that… You went from a scholar to a beast all because of your attractiveness. Isn't that the story of humanity?" he asked. Ezra growled and tilted his hips before fucking again, making Amit moan out.

“I can be both… If you're free, you can use your magic however you see fit, can't you?" Ezra asked. Amit looked at the human before putting on a playful frown.

“Did you just free me to get more wishes?" He asked. Ezra grinned wider.

“Well, if you wanted to, I wouldn't stop you. Right now, my only wish is for you to scream out for me." Ezra said before grabbing onto Amit's hips, holding him as he bucked and fucked, striking in and out. Amit howled out at that, reaching to grab onto Ezra's huge shoulders for support.

The two huge, hairy men went at it, sending vibrations outward through the floor from their powerful impacts. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their muscles bulged, their toned skin radiated heat. They were lust and love, friction and fun, two men doing what only men could do… and perhaps a bit more. Amit forced his eyes to stay open despite the intense lust of it all, watching the way Ezra's many piercings shook and wobbled with his thrusts, the way his chest heaved with breath, the way his muscles bulged with each movement.

Amit threw his head back, panting hard, groaning and then calling out as he felt Ezra's slab slide so deep into him. It made him feel alive, it made him feel powerful. His eyes clenched shut and when they opened, they were glowing solid white. With each grunt, more magic began to spill out of his body. The coins in the display case began to vibrate before they doubled, then doubled again. The pieces of cracked ceramic on the table slipped together, rebuilding and reshaping into complete pieces.

The lights hanging above the two erupted in sparks, though they were unbroken. The sparks came down like raindrops of light, allowing the two huge men to bask in them. Old cracks in the building disappeared, stains evaporated from the carpet. Outside, despite the storm that had just passed, wild flowers started to blossom and open. Energy swept outward through those few that were still on campus. Amit couldn't contain his magic, and in the end, he couldn't contain himself.

Ezra sensed a change as all of the individual muscles that had been milking his enormous cock began to move as one. He grabbed onto Amit's gigantic horse cock and brought the flat, flared tip to his lips. He popped it in, barely able to contain it. He wedged himself down inch after inch until he could take no more. Apparently, Amit couldn't either. The Djinn let out a roar that shook the windows as his orgasm gripped him.

The huge cock pulsed with vitality before thick, potent, silky, musky genie cum began to spray into Ezra's mouth. He greedily gulped it down, feeling it coat his throat, then his stomach. He drank spray after spray, but he wasn't entirely on the receiving end. His brow furrowed in a mix of surprise and pleasure as he started to cum as well, giving Amit a direct supply of his own load. The two poured into one another like an ancient symbol of never-ending pleasure, embraced and connected.

Moments passed, then minutes. Perhaps it was a wish one of them had that the moment would last, maybe it was a wish they both shared. When it finally ended, the sun was setting, and the stars were coming out. Even then, Amit was reluctant to slip off of Ezra and the two lingered in each other's arms, relying on Ezra's great strength to keep them aloft. The two gazed into each other's eyes, saying nothing and everything with no words to leave their lips. It was the start of a brand-new relationship, a brand-new world of possibilities.