There is a magical lake in the Rock Islands of Palau where you can swim with the jellyfish worry-free.
The lake became a tourist attraction and people can go swimming and snorkeling with them.
The jellyfish lost their stingers over the years because they don’t need them to fight off predators.
Yet the thoughts would not leave him alone. He debated taking another pill, staring down at the case. This was wrong, this new feeling. But Diego would be mad, furious if he found out he was abusing his meditation. Kevin threw the case against the wall and pulled the covers over him. Yet the images mocked back.
Diego naked, a grin on his lips as he lay with the other man. Just yesterday he wrapped his arms around him, kissing down the neck. Oh my perfect darling. Kevin smiled on, bliss swelling through his body. The room swayed from the chemicals racing through his brain. His lips stretched, forced in an expression of happiness. He could do anything, work all day, make the most out of life. Yet he found his frame unwilling to uncurl and stand up.
The door opened. Diego walked in, eyes not shy at gazing over the laying body of his lover.
"Not feeling well?"
Kevin sat up in a jerk, grinning over as Diego sat down next to him.
"Nope! Just resting while waiting for you!"
A kiss. Different taste, different feel, Kevin exhaled, trying to dispel the feeling of dread now coiling around his gut. It only tightened. He could smell the other man and pulled back. Not once did his smile fade, thoughts still forced to stand tall before reality, all concealed.
"Why is you’re hair is all messed up? And your tie?"
His tone bounced with cheer. Diego straitened his tie, not knowing his lover sat waiting for the final word.
"Oh, it’s nothing. Just been busy today."
A comb was pulled out, Diego straightening his hair. He replaced it with out another word, only a smile. A smile so warm and loving. A smile Kevin could no longer trust. He averted his eyes to the floor.
"Well, we’ll be leaving for the restaurant in less than an hour." Kevin felt a kiss against his forehead but it now held no meaning. "Shall I walk you to the limo?"
"Oh. No. I’ll meet you there."
Diego left, his touch lingering. Everything is fine. Just smile. Kevin rose from the bed. The new feeling ached in his chest, he had to stop it. No point to keep working if you can’t smile. He bent down, picking up the pill case. So many still left. How many would it take.
pairings where they “hate” each other but would be devastated if anything happened to one another aRE MY FUCKING WEAKNESS
Fun fact: Divina has crushed skulls between her thighs.
I TOLD YOU
"CRAZY LEGS" SONRIENTE I TOLD YOU
WHO STARTED THIS?!
Y’know, m’not gonna lie but this is giving me mental images of Divina twisting necks by grasping some dude’s head between her thighs now.
What the hell is in this pancake syrup I just put on my french toast?!