Afakos and Cain traversed the rocks and boulders, watching the cirrus clouds paint orange wisps in the western sunset. The still river reflected the last of the sun with the colorful clouds. Afakos grew up in Des Moines, promising to show Cain his favorite place.
“I can’t believe how peaceful this is. And this is where you escaped to fantasize being yourself.” Cain loved Afakos’ past life, discovering the real man he once fell in love with. “Afakos, I’m glad we decided to make this trip.
“It was the least I could offer after I strayed from you.”
“I don’t know why you brought me here? It’s beautiful but why?”
“My father brought me here as a child. To explain my meaning in life." Afakos stared out over the creek, searching for the words.
“You mean the father son talk?”
“No. It wasn’t the birds and bees lecture. If that’s what you mean. Afakos is a Hungarian word.”
“So, why so serious? It’s a beautiful name.” Cain misunderstand Afakos’ intense stare ahead in the western sky.
“It’s named after a bird of prey, not for a dove for peace.”
“That means nothing.” Cain threw his hands up in the air with disbelief. "I don't see your frustration."
“On my eighteenth birthday my father brought me back here. He reminded me I was named after his father. Granddad was in the Air Force during World War II. Every other generation is due to join the Air Force to defend our freedom. He told me it was not only our heritage but a requirement for our family’s honor. The very next day I ran away, leaving home forever. I never returned until today.”
“That’s heavy. Have you seen your family since then?”
“No, I haven’t even talked with them. I have run ever since. That is why I strayed from you. I cannot commit to a relationship.” Afakos dropped his head, staring into the murky water below. Looking up, he stared deep into Cain’s eyes. “I can’t run anymore. I love you.”
“But why have you waited so long to tell me?” Cain brushed his blond hair to the side of his head. “When you asked me to come to Des Moines, I thought you'd say we're breaking up? You never told me you loved me before. And I’ve been seeing someone else since we were in Palm Springs.”
“That doesn't matter. I thought you were going to send me back alone.” Cain walked away down to the river. Glancing into the still pool below, he saw Afakos’ face, reflecting in the mirror of the river’s water behind him.
Afakos wrapped his arms around Cain. “Can we work though our differences? I want to. I need your body’s heat and smooth skin rubbing against mine again. And your loyalty.”
“You’ve told me before that we’d work it out. Before we went to Palm Springs, I listened to your pleas that you’d changed. That’s when I met someone else. How can I trust you now after making those promises before?”
Afakos turned Cain’s body around, until they stood close together face to face. He pressed his quivering lips on Cain’s. He whispered above murmur of a slight breeze. “I’ve changed. You know it, because I never told you I loved you. Until now.”
“Walk with me.” He led him over the boulders into the shelter of willow trees along the riverbank. In a clearing of the vegetation, he spread his jacket on the leaves below. “Sit down.” Afakos then sat next to him. “I once loved it here, as an escape. Many wild animals inhabit my retreat. Many hawks and mink, not to mention the deer. So will you give me another chance?”
“Afakos.” Cain hesitated. “I’ll try one more time. But this is the last.”
“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll promise. Why don’t you move in with me?”
“Hmm, I don't know. But if I did I could keep track of you and those wandering green eyes.”
They kissed and soon found themselves sprawled on the bed of leaves. Unbuttoning Afakos’ shirt, Cain ran his fingers through the dark hair from his chest down to his belly button. Afakos gasped, as Cain unbuttoned the clasps on his jeans and held his enlarged, emerging dick.
Continuing to undress each other, they soon felt their bodies rub skin to skin, as if they just met, touching and making love for the first time.
Resting and breathing heavily, Akafos stood up, feeling the leaves cling to the skin on his back. He glanced down to the boulders through the trees, noticing a doe with two fauns walking down to the river to drink. “Look,” he whispered.
“That’s awesome. Cain acknowledged.”
“Do you see that white bird sailing above?”
“Oh, yeah. What kind is that?” Cain pinched Afakos’ nipple.
“It’s an Afakos, a white falcon. You completed my dreams. No more wandering. I am committed to you.”
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