Midnight Kiss

Jon wasn't in the party mood. He had been invited to Ms. Paretsky's New Years Eve party, but he just didn't want to. So he made up a lame excuse that he had to travel out of the city to visit his parents. Of course his father had died of cancer when he was a young boy, and his mother lived in London with her new boyfriend, but Ms. Paretsky didn't know that.

It was now 11:35. Jon sighed, another boring year over with. It seemed to just go on. His job hadn't changed. He still taught Math at the local high school. It had its moments, but nothing that memorable. Nothing that enjoyable. Just the same as any other high school in the country. He had been through about two dozen partners, trying to find the right one, that didn't work out to well either. Each one was less likely to spend the rest of their life with him. He had a way of picking the people that after three dates you just hated. That seemed less and less like boyfriend material each time you met.

11:36. Jon was lounging on the sofa. He had put a DVD on, turned out all the lights and just relaxed until the ball dropped. His cat, Moonshine, was curled up on his lap fast asleep. Even the cat found tonight boring. The DVD had finished fifteen minutes ago, but it just seemed like too much effort to change the channel to something other than a blank screen.

He looked out the window. It was a beautiful night. Not a cloud insight. He contemplated going up to the roof to see the fireworks being let off at midnight. It seemed like a good idea. He could get out of his apartment for a bit too without having to go past Ms. Paretsky’s party, thus avoiding her stares and comments.

Jon sat up and delicately lifted Moonshine off his lap and placed her gently on the sofa, she only moved a little bit. He pulled on a shirt to cover his naked chest in case he saw anyone on his way to the roof. He put on his black vans, grabbed his keys, opened the door and closed it silently behind him. He wouldn't want to wake Moonshine.

He walked up the remaining five floors and reached the door that had 'Roof' inscribed across a rusty plaque. He opened the creaky door and got blasted with a cold shot of air as it flooded through the door and down the stairs. Maybe he should have picked up a coat. It was the end of December in New York. He could have guessed that it would be cold.

He stepped onto the roof. He saw that there was another man there, leaning on the wall that stopped any accidents from happening. He had his back to him, but he could tell that it was a dude due to his muscular build. The man turned round to see who had just come through the door.

"Oh. Sorry. I'll go, I didn't mean to disturb you," Jon said apprehensively with a weak smile, beginning to turn round, but stopped at the sound of the other man’s deep voice.

"It doesn't matter. I'm on my lonesome anyway. A little company would be nice," the man said, his voice sending chills down Jon’s spine. He beamed at Jon with white teeth, his two front teeth larger than the others.

Jon took the invitation and walked to the edge of the roof where the man was leaning. Jon turned to look at his face. He was closer now and could see the details of the other man more clearly. The short auburn hair that looked bronze in the moonlight. The perfect nose that pointed down at exactly 45 degrees, the deep eyes, coloured green and brown with flecks of blue around the edge. He was a gorgeous man. His face moulded with perfect cheek and jaw bones, the light stubble that covered the lower part of his face just increased the appearance of his rugged good looks.

"Hold on, I recognise you" Jon blurted out with an impish smile. He then began to blush, realising how stupid he sounded.

"Well that’s good" the man said with a little laugh. "You’re Jon aren't ya?" he said looking him up and down.

"Yeah, and you're MJ. I've seen you round the building, in the laundry room and stuff," Jon said. He was happy it was dark. He was quite worried about where the blood had rushed to, he started smiling to himself. "So why do you call yourself MJ? It can’t be your Christian name," Jon asked putting one leg over the other making his crotch less inconspicuous.

"No its not, but I really hate my name, 'Michael John Adams'. It just doesn't roll off the tongue like Jon does. I mean..." he answered only just realising what he had just said. He looked down at his feet and seemed to concentrate very hard on his shoe laces.

'Hold on. What did he just say?' Jon said to himself in his head. He felt a bit awkward himself. Although he still loved the compliment from MJ. He felt he was never complimented enough in his line of work.

"Hey, I like the name Mike. It's nice," he said looking at the top of MJ's head. One compliment deserves another.

"Really, you think so?" asked MJ with a smile playing on his face. He looked a bit too happy for the compliment. “It just seems a bit too common.”

“No it’s a nice name,” Jon said, smiling at MJ. He began shivering. The cold was getting to him.

"Here, take my jacket," MJ said handing his leather jacket over. "It will stop you from freezing up," he said still beaming from the compliment. The same smile that he gave Jon as he walked through the door and onto the roof.

"That’s really sweet of you, thanks," Jon said taking the jacket off him and brushing his hand along MJ's, just so he could feel the texture of his skin. It was soft and firm at the same time. "But won't you be cold?" Jon asked with a look of concern on his face, pushing the thought of touching more things of MJ’s and not just his hand, out of his head. Rather reluctantly though.

"No. I'll be fine. It's only..." he looked down at his watch to confirm the time, "four minutes till midnight. I'm only here to watch the fireworks. Well that and to get away from Ms. Paretsky's niece who kept on feeling me up," he said laughing to himself. Jon began laughing to.

"That’s why I came up too," Jon said, feeling like a little schoolboy. “We have so much in common,” he said giggling slightly, blood flushed to his face as he said it. Could he have said anything more embarrassing?

"But it is a bit cold," said Jon trying to change the subject away from himself and MJ and onto the first thing that came to him. He had to look away from MJ, feeling a little uncomfortable looking longingly into his eyes, so he started to look at the skyline that was New York City.

MJ started to notice Jon even more at this point. He noticed the mysteriousness of his hazel eyes with a hint of blue. The dark brown, colouring of his hair that glinted different shades of brown at each angle, it just reached the top of his shoulders, his fringe slanted across his forehead, strands of hair falling across his eyes. The cheek bones that made his face the perfect shape, the shape that all extremely handsome men should have. He also noticed that Jon was slightly taller than he was, but to be honest, he preferred men to be taller than him.

MJ looked at his watch. "One minute" he said smiling at Jon. Jon turned away from the skyline and smiled back showing perfect teeth that illuminated his face.

That one minute seemed to last a life time, the two men looking at each other awkwardly. MJ bent down to tie his shoelace. Jon knew it was just to break the tension.

The two men began to hear the people downstairs counting down "10...9...8...7...6..." it was nearly midnight, nearly the start of a new year, "...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR." However Jon didn't hear the end part. He got lost. He got lost in MJ's lips that had passionately linked with his once the New Year started. Fireworks exploded violently from behind them, illuminating them in all the colours of the rainbow. MJ's soft lips came apart from Jon's.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. We don't even know each other. I'm gonna go now. Again I'm so sorry," he really looked it to. He briskly walked to the door leading back down from the roof.

"No! MJ! Wait!" Jon shouted after him. He jogged over to where MJ had stopped. MJ turned round, closed his eyes tight shut and tilted his head sideways, expecting Jon to punch him. He didn't get that punch though. Instead he felt the warmth of Jon's breath against his ear.

"I'm glad you kissed me. Because if you didn't I would have," came Jon's soft but masculine voice in his ear. MJ felt a slight nibbling on his ear lob. It sent his head rushing. He groaned in pleasure. The nibbling stopped. He opened his eyes and turned his head.

His and Jon's noses were practically touching. They were both smiling. They both knew what would happen next. MJ wrapped his hands round Jon's neck and leant in towards him. Jon was waiting for MJ's lips to press against his once more. When they did, it was just as good as the first time. The gently kiss that sent images flashing through the minds of both men, images of the future, images of what will be happening in the next hour. Both men became extremely aroused at the thought.

Jon pushed MJ gently backwards so his back hit the closed door. Their lips came apart and Jon began kissing down MJ's neck sending blood rushing back to his crotch. Jon came away from MJ.

"Should we go somewhere a bit more private?" he asked MJ with a smile that MJ couldn't resist.

"Of course I would," said MJ with a hint of excitement in his voice.

They opened the door leading into the staircase, completely forgetting the real reason they were on the roof. The drunken roar of New Year celebrations hit their ears. For just one party, it was pretty loud.

They made their way to the fifth floor, where Jon unlocked his apartment door. They walked in holding hands. Moonshine had woken up and she was waiting on the sofa. She saw that her master was busy, so she snuggled up into one of the large cushions on the sofa.

Jon led MJ into the bedroom. Jon sat on the end of the bed and invited MJ to join him. MJ gleefully accepted.

MJ skilfully ripped open Jon's shirt and started kissing his smooth chest. As MJ was doing this, Jon was fiddling with MJ's belt buckle, finally undoing it and started to pull his jeans down slowly.

After what seemed like an eternity of passionate love making, the two men stopped. They lay back on the bed, holding hands and panting. Neither man had had so much fun with a member of the same sex.

MJ turned towards Jon; "that was amazing, especially when you did that thing, you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yeah I do," Jon replied giggling to himself, "and what about you Mr. Six-pack," Jon said, he began laughing. MJ joined in whilst looking down at his stomach.

***

It was a year after the two men had met on the rooftop. They were back up there, waiting for the fireworks and avoiding Ms. Paretsky's annual New Years Eve party.

The count down had begun, the two men where looking into each others eyes waiting for the New Year to begin.

...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

The men leaned in a kissed each other. It must have been their millionth kiss. They were both so happy to have found each other.

"Happy New Year babe," MJ said to Jon after there lips parted. They were both thinking of the evening they met. Such a magical night, with magical consequences

"Happy New Year to you too, sexy. I love you," Jon started giggling; he had been giggling a lot since he met MJ. They were perfect together.

“I love you too, baby doll,” MJ replied with a wide smile, fireworks being reflected in his perfect teeth.

"Well let’s see if this year brings more fun than last year," Jon said to MJ as the leaned on the wall and watched the brightly coloured fireworks flash across the sky.