Chapter Text
Time kept moving on
Their final year in the garden has reached its end, with graduation day just around the corner.
There were barely a dozen kids left in their group, the last survivors of the garden's evaluations.
To no one's surprise, Sua and Ivan always fought to be the #1 of the classes.
Mizi had also made it to the end in a good position, which seemed logical since she was incredibly charming and everyone loved her.
In his case, perhaps the most surprised was his own owner, as Till was also usually in the top. Despite his rebellious behavior, no one could deny his musical talent. He had even managed to win some of the competitions in the garden, beating the favorites (take that, Ivan). He even won a rudimentary guitar as a prize on a glorious occasion.
Now that his group's time in the garden was over, the next group of children had just started to arrive.
Till felt a strange sensation seeing them. He couldn't help but remember when he was that small.
At 20, he had spent practically half his life in this garden. A lifetime of confinement, changing a gray cage for a green one. And now he was about to leave the latter, facing an uncertain future.
Till looked at his companions while sitting on the grass and tuning his guitar. Many of them he would never see again. For some strange reason, he wasn't really affected by this. He had always gone his own way, so he hadn't really formed many relationships with most of them.
The only person he would truly miss seeing was Mizi, honestly. Luckily, they were most likely both going to the Alien Stage, so at least they had that.
By the way, it would also be weird not to see Sua, Mizi's constant shadow, and her murderous looks.
His gaze involuntarily shifted to a certain black-haired boy standing a few meters away.
Ivan was surrounded by people, as had been the norm lately. With graduation approaching, many were taking the opportunity to make their move.
Ivan had grown into quite the attractive man, becoming the target of many of those desperate people.
Being the tallest of the boys (which still irritated Till), with good posture and body (it helped that his owner fed him well at the parties he took him to) and attractive features (big round eyes, with quite long lashes. His face also elongated, leaving behind the roundness of childhood and giving way to elegant angles, making the bowl cut he used to wear actually look better on him), he attracted many eyes wherever he went.
Till had caught dozens of lascivious looks in the showers, where all the boys could admire the defined planes of his muscles.
Till's piercing stare usually kept them at bay, but it wasn't always effective, like now.
He recognized some of the girls in the group surrounding Ivan. At least two of them had already tried their luck, asking Ivan out. He almost died laughing when he heard Ivan's response; "Go out where?" he said, clearly confused. The confession had failed so badly that the girls chickened out and didn't try again.
Till felt no empathy for them. They were the ones who had built up fantasies in their heads thinking Ivan was some kind of prince charming instead of the weirdo he really was.
He would like to see their faces if they saw the predator look Ivan had when he fucked him, so far from his typical calm demeanor and poker face.
They would surely be even more shocked if they had seen his pleading, desperate face the day he came with a rope, proposing something called bondage, only to end up being the one with his hands tied behind his back, unable to touch Till while he masturbated on top of him.
They would have lost their minds if they had seen the tears streaming from his eyes once Till began to ride him.
Till smiled, looking at the scene in the garden. How far Ivan was from being the perfect gentleman everyone thought he was!
Till wasn't worried that any of them would replace him as Ivan's sexual partner. The guy was too addicted to their activities, too accustomed to his body, liked being penetrated until he lost his senses too much for any of those girls to have a chance.
He wasn't worried at all.
Who the hell did that guy think he was, putting his hand on Ivan's shoulder? Didn't he know what personal space was?
"Hi Till, what are you doing?"
"Deciding which bone to break first."
"What?"
Till blinked. He had answered automatically, without thinking. He hadn't even realized that someone had sat down next to him. He looked and his heart almost stopped when he saw Mizi so close to him.
If he moved a little, he could touch her!!
"M-Mizi!" His face lit up. The years had also been very generous to her. A face that in childhood could be described as cute and adorable had given way to a beautiful woman. Mizi had blossomed beautifully in the garden, becoming the most breathtaking flower of them all.
"Aren't you joining the rest?"
"A-ah, no. I don't feel like it."
"No? It's a shame, since soon we'll all be separated."
A shame? Would Mizi be sad not to see Till? His heart was about to jump out of his mouth.
"Although, well," the girl continued cheerfully, blinding Till with her smile, "I'm sure they'll choose you to participate in the Alien Stage. So I'll surely see you again soon!"
"S-sure. D-do you want to sing in the Alien Stage?"
"Of course! I'm very excited about the possibility of honoring the Great Anakt. It would be like a dream to sing with Sua. Our voices harmonize very well so I'm sure he will like it!"
Her cheeks blushed with excitement. How he wished she would get that excited talking about him. Would she be just as happy if they sang together? He had never sung a complete duet with Mizi, only sharing small parts in singing classes. I would be a dream come true to sing alongside her.
"Till, would you sign my signature book?"
"M-me?"
"Of course! Everyone is collecting signatures from their friends."
Mizi considered him her friend? Oh my God. He wasn't hallucinating, right?
And what should he write? Would a poem be too much? What if she showed it to others? Would she consider him a stalker if he drew a portrait of her?
He had made so many sketches of her over the years that he could paint her with his eyes closed.
With trembling, sweaty hands (oh no, what if he stained the book?) Till prepared to sign the page Mizi put in front of him.
He was still pondering what to write under his signature when he heard a sound that, strange as it was, was easily recognizable to him.
Till turned his head so quickly he was surprised he didn't hurt himself.
A few meters away, that brown-haired guy was still glued to Ivan like a limpet. It seemed he was also making Ivan sign his book. Were they close enough to consider each other “friends”? And what was Ivan doing, laughing so happily with the other?
"Till?"
"A-ah, nothing... That guy with Ivan..."
"Uh? Acorn? What's up with him?"
Acorn? What kind of name was that?
Now that he thought about it, he had heard it in class before, but between thinking they were talking about food and not caring about the rest of the people, he never registered that name. He was just an extra.
A crappy name for a crappy boy.
Since when did one need to hold another's hand while signing a book?
Was that a fucking blush!?
"Hold this for me," he muttered as he handed his guitar to Mizi.
He approached the pair without them noticing his presence. How could they when that jerk couldn't take his eyes off the black-haired boy?
"What are you guys doing?"
The brown-haired boy jumped, not expecting anyone to speak to him from behind. He quickly removed his hands from Ivan's, his face paling rapidly upon realizing it was Till who talked, notorious for being violent (why else would he spend so much time in isolation?).
"Hello Till, did you need something?" Ivan asked, with a smile radiating innocence. As if he didn't know him.
"What’s that?" he pointed to the notebook, completely ignoring the presence its owner.
"A signature book. They're collecting signatures to remember their friends from the garden."
"I didn't know you had so many friends."
Ivan shrugged with a mocking smile. Till glared at him and then directed his gaze to the notebook. Without further ado, he snatched the notebook from his hands.
"Hey!" the extra complained but fell silent when Till focused his attention on him.
"I'll sign too. You don't mind, do you?" The brown-haired boy shook his head vehemently. " ‘Dear Adorn, I hope you have good luck and don't suffer any accidents in the future. Till’."
Till signed with an exaggerated flourish and handed the notebook back to its owner, who didn’t dare open his mouth to correct him, completely terrified by Till's ‘dedication.’ He had managed to make every word sound like a threat with his tone.
And this coward thought he was good enough to get close to Ivan?
In the end, he was saving him from a humiliating experience. Ivan would crush him in a couple of days. He should be thankful, really.
"Did you need something else?" Till insisted, as the other didn't seem to notice that his presence wasn't welcome. Finally, the message got through. With his face drenched in cold sweat, the brown-haired boy slipped away, paying tribute to the rodents that fed off his name.
Till kept his eyes on him until he heard an annoying laugh. Ivan was chuckling, with mocking eyes, looking down at him.
Till got irritated.
"You! Come with me."
And without further ado, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the forest, away from curious eyes.
When he finally considered they had enough privacy, he confronted Ivan, pushing him against a tree trunk.
"Any problem, Till?"
"Shouldn't you stop encouraging them if you're not interested? You're just playing with them."
"Who says I'm not interested in pleasing my friends?"
A vein on Till's forehead seemed about to burst. Dealing with Ivan when he was in one of his moods really raised his blood pressure. He still had that innocent poker face smile, but with a clear taunting glint in his eyes.
So it was all about pleasing others, huh?
He was going to teach him a thing or two.
***
The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the forest, only muffled by the moans of the grey-haired boy and the small grunts that escaped Ivan's mouth every time he thrusted into Till from behind.
Their bodies were so accustomed to each other and their frequent nocturnal activities that just saliva had been enough to sufficiently lubricate Till's orifice before penetrating him.
They had never done it so impulsively, outside and without proper preparation.
They hadn't even taken their clothes off, only lowering their pants enough to free their erections and expose Till's ass.
Till clung to the tree trunk, trying not to hit it every time Ivan vigorously penetrated him. Ivan held his hips tightly, using them for support to apply more force, sometimes causing Till to stand on tiptoes.
They weren't being careful this time, seeking pleasure with a sick determination, trying to finish as quickly as possible since they were in plain sight of anyone.
It was madness, sheer recklessness.
It was exhilarating.
They had never taken such a risk. But this was also the last chance they would have to do something like this.
Till moaned incessantly, as Ivan was an expert at finding and stimulating his prostate, giving him the maximum pleasure possible with each thrust. No matter how much Ivan irritated him in their daily life, he always more than made up for it. Till was getting lost in the sensation, about to reach his peak when...
"Till? Are you here?"
Till clamped his mouth shut to stifle a moan so quickly that he was surprised he didn't bite his tongue. His eyes widened in horror. This was the worst nightmare possible. What was Mizi doing here!?
And to make matters worse, Ivan hadn’t stopped moving. Till reached back with both hands and grabbed Ivan's pants, holding him in place.
It wasn’t the best idea because, although it stopped the noise from their movements, the new position caused Ivan to be fully buried inside him, with his hot breath tickling his ear.
His heart was pounding a mile a minute. He could hear Mizi walking around, calling out to him. Fortunately, they were behind a large tree, in a leafy and shaded area. It was quite hard to see them, but not impossible. Mizi just had to get close enough, and the white color of their clothes, contrasting with the green surroundings, would give them away.
Till began to tremble with anxiety. Unintentionally, he tightened his ass, driven by nerves, not considering the repercussions this would cause. Ivan started to let out a moan, which he fortunately managed to stifle by biting Till's shoulder over his clothes. The pain was a small price to pay if it meant avoiding drawing the pink-haired girl's attention.
With Ivan’s member buried to the hilt inside Till, even the act of breathing could be felt. Till felt fuller than ever, completely occupied by Ivan. Till held him tightly, gripping his tights with his hands, so Ivan couldn't move. On his part, Ivan clung to his torso, wrapping him in his arms. There was no space between them. Till could feel Ivan's heartbeat against his back. It was racing just as much as his own.
But it was becoming too much, too much continuous pressure and stimulation. Till squirmed in place, causing a shudder in Ivan that he could also feel. Every slight movement affected the other.
Meanwhile, they could still hear Mizi walking around, looking for the grey-haired boy.
What face would she make if she saw him completely impaled on Ivan's erection? He didn’t even want to think about the possibility of such a horror.
Suddenly, Ivan’s hand covered his mouth, preventing any sound from escaping. Before he could wonder why, he felt Ivan begin to move again inside him. His chest heaved as his hips moved in a slow, undulating motion in place. It was a minimal movement but felt along the entire length of Ivan’s member inside him.
The sensation was incredible, and if it weren’t for Ivan’s hand and his own will to remain silent, he’d be screaming uncontrollably.
Sweat ran down his face.
At any moment, Mizi would find them.
At any moment, he would see the disgusted face of his romantic interest.
At any moment, he would come.
“Mizi, what are you doing?” Sua’s voice appeared out of the blue in the middle of the forest.
“I’m looking for Till to give him his guitar back. I swear he came this way with Ivan.”
“Leave it, you’ll give it to him later. Or you can give it to the teacher if you mind so much carrying it. It’s lunch time, let’s go.”
The two girls disappeared towards the dining room, holding hands.
A few meters away, a pair of boys trembled, entwined in a strong embrace, their breaths ragged. Tears ran down the face of the youngest, while a huge wet mark stained the trunk of the tree they were leaning on.
***
Ivan's cheek still throbbed. Till had given him a good punch as soon as he recovered from their little adventure outside. Ivan felt it was undeserved. It had been Till's idea to have a quicky in the middle of the forest. How was he supposed to know that Mizi would suddenly appear there?
He supposed he had provoked him too much by continuing when the girl was nearby, but it was also Till's fault. Who had told him to keep Ivan completely locked inside, preventing him from moving, and then start squeezing him intermittently in such an infuriating way? Ivan wasn't made of stone!
He was pouting when he saw Sua pass by. Now that he thought about it, there was something he had been wanting to tell her for a while.
The garden's caretakers and teachers had asked them to gather in the assembly hall, a room with a small stage and a microphone where they usually held performances outside of class as a sort of showcase. Apparently, they wanted to organize one last competition. A farewell show for graduation.
Till could see how everyone around him seemed excited. Honestly, he didn't understand the excitement. Unlike other occasions, winning or losing didn't matter. They would leave the garden shortly after, so it wasn't like they had time to enjoy any prize that was offered.
He looked to his side and saw Mizi jumping up and down, with a smile on her face. Well, it was always a pleasure to see Mizi perform, so he supposed it couldn't be all that bad.
He kept looking around the room but was surprised to not see Sua. Or Ivan. Where were they?
Before he could ask Mizi, Sua appeared with a bad expression. She clung to Mizi's arm as usual. She didn't respond even though Mizi asked if something was wrong. She started muttering to herself before dragging Mizi away. Till barely caught the word 'hypocrite' but without context, it didn't help much.
He didn't have much time to ponder it as he suddenly felt someone grab his waist. Without hesitation, he pinched Ivan's hand, making him let go immediately.
"What did I miss?" Ivan asked, rubbing the irritated spot.
"They've announced one last competition among us."
"You don't seem very excited."
"For what? We're leaving soon. Any prize they give is more of a burden."
"Hm." Ivan was thoughtful for a moment before a gleam in his eyes, which made Till nervous, appeared. That look usually meant trouble for Till. "How about we make a bet?"
"A bet?"
"Yes. A prize just for us. Whoever wins can make the other do anything they want."
"Not a chance. Who knows what crazy thing you'd come up with."
"Not interested? Think about it, if you won, you could make me do whatever you want." Ivan moved a bit closer to whisper in his ear so no one else could hear. "You could even make me suck you all night, taking your cock deep down my throat. There are no more classes, so we don't have to worry about anything."
Till swallowed hard. His groin seemed excited by the idea. Trust Ivan to know just what to say to tempt him. That's what happens when you've been together for so many years.
"And if you win?"
"Don't worry, I won't ask for anything strange. But you don't have to worry about that if you win, right?"
Till looked at Ivan, who held his gaze. As always, his face showed something completely different from his eyes, which were entirely focused on Till.
"You're going to bite the dust"
Ivan smiled.
***
Till tried to suffocate himself with the pillow. He knew something was fishy. He knew it! And yet, he fell for Ivan's trap like a fool. That bastard must have planned it; it couldn't have been any other way.
Everything seemed to be going in his favor. His singing style and music were much more lively than the typical ballads the others usually sang. The competition was in the bag.
And then Ivan went on stage. The bastard, contrary to his usual solemn style, sang a love song with a more upbeat rhythm than usual. It didn't quite reach Till's level of lively music, but it was much catchier than the slow ballads.
Moreover, he moved around the stage, capturing everyone's attention. And, to top it all off, he smiled and winked at the audience. Till could hear the screams of excitement from them as he watched, jaw dropped to the floor.
That had to be cheating!
Naturally, the older boy won the competition, which brought them to this moment.
Till had thrown himself face down on Ivan's bed as soon as he entered his room, refusing to speak to the other, who exuded superiority.
He didn't want to know what Ivan had planned. What torture he would subject him to tonight. He had been listening to the noise of furniture moving for a while but was too scared to look.
A hand stroking his hair startled him. He finally dared to look at Ivan out of the corner of his eye. He was smiling, as always, but it didn’t look like it was in a mocking way, for a change.
"Come on, Till, get up. The night has just begun."
Till dawdled, refusing to move. If Ivan kept stroking his head like that, he would fall asleep. Maybe that way he could avoid this whole bet thing.
But Ivan had other ideas. He got up, but not without giving Till's butt a smack. Till shot up, indignant.
"Get up. A bet is a bet. Or are you scared?" Ivan mocked, standing in the middle of the room.
Irritated, Till got up. Scared? He could handle whatever Ivan proposed. And if he didn't like it, he could always punch him until he changed his mind.
Till looked around the room. Ivan had moved the furniture to create a large open space. What the hell was the black-haired guy planning?
Ivan stood face to face with him and took his hands. He placed one of them on his shoulder while he put his own on Till's waist. Then he started to move them in circles.
"What are you doing?" Till asked, confused.
"Dancing, can't you see?"
"Are you messing with me?"
"It's my prize, and I decide what to do."
"There's not even any music."
“We are music ourselves” And, in response, Ivan began to hum a soft tune and led him with its rhythm. Till wasn't cooperating, so the movements were quite awkward.
"Come on, Till, relax and let yourself go."
"This is utterly ridiculous, Ivan."
Ivan stopped, still holding Till in his arms, and looked him in the eyes, unusually serious.
"Till, this is probably the last night we can be so carefree together. Forget about the garden, our owners, the Alien Stage or whatever tomorrow brings. Focus only on this moment, on enjoying a peaceful night dancing with me."
"As if it were so easy to disconnect from everything, you know that."
"Maybe, but just try. Close your eyes and imagine you're somewhere else."
"It's not like I've been anywhere better than here" he mumbled, closing his eyes. Ivan began to move them again, with smaller steps, barely moving from the spot. He kept humming a calm tune.
"Do you know what the sea is, Till?" Ivan suddenly asked in a low voice, trying not to break the serene atmosphere he had created. Till shook his head. "It's a huge body of water. Much bigger than a river, much more extensive than a lake. Water as far as the eye can see. A blue horizon where there's nothing, just the sound of the water hitting the shore. Can you imagine it, Till? A place where it's just the two of us, free from any chains."
Till was actually doing it. He was imagining what Ivan described. How would it feel to dip his feet in the cold water? Or would it be warm?
He could almost feel the tranquility of having no pressures or expectations on them. Sitting for hours watching the sun reflected on a endless blue surface.
Just Ivan and him and the sea.
Without realizing it, Till rested his head on Ivan's chest, closing the distance as they continued to sway to the rhythm of Ivan's melody.
For a moment, Till forgot all his doubts and worries and enjoyed this moment of serenity with Ivan.
This moment belonged only to them.
Eventually, they slowed down until they stopped dancing. Till opened his eyes and looked at Ivan, who didn't seem to have stopped watching him the entire time. His eyes looked different than usual, much warmer and brighter, with emotions unknown to him in their depths. Ivan's hand reached for his face, caressing his cheek and then moving it behind his ear.
Ivan's face began to slowly move closer until there was no distance between them.
Till's heart was racing. Involuntarily, his eyes shifted to Ivan's lips, so full and pink. So warm and soft when they traveled over his body.
Ivan's kiss was extremely sweet and gentle, causing a delightful tickle… on his cheek. Till quelled the spark of disappointment that arose from the depths of his being, not wanting to think about why it even existed.
Thankfully, Ivan didn't give him enough time to think about anything other than the trail of kisses he was leaving on his body.
Soon they started another dance. A more familiar one, but no less special.
Tonight was different. Tonight was not just about the pursuit of pleasure. Tonight, they were creating an everlasting memory.
Sitting astride Ivan, skin against skin, chest against chest, moving his hips to the rhythm of Ivan's song. A slow dance of his body guided by Ivan's arms, which never stopped holding him, caressing him, reminding him of his presence. Accepting the full length of Ivan's erection into his being, ensuring that its shape was permanently etched into himself.
And, when they changed positions later in the night, Till made sure that Ivan's body would never forget the cadence of his hips, the way his member reached the deepest parts of his insides. Ivan left trails of fire on his back with his nails, a temporary tattoo on his skin but eternal in his mind.
Tomorrow they would leave that place. Tomorrow they would say goodbye, only to see each other in occasional meetings.
But that was tomorrow.
Tonight belonged to them.
Time stopped moving.
The countdown has reached its end.
***
WELCOME TO SEASON 50 OF ALIEN STAGE!