The City Below
The hotel room above the closed jazz bar was hidden behind two heavy wooden doors, soundproofed against the traffic below. Jonas sat on the bed with his knees pulled to his chest, staring at the ceiling tiles. Emil had left the room an hour earlier with a text saying he would return at one. Jonas knew he had already been alone for too long.
The city lights blurred through the windows, casting long shadows across the furniture. Jonas had been downstairs earlier, wandering through the empty bar with empty chairs facing inward, waiting for the music to return. He liked the silence above the bar, the way the walls seemed to absorb sound, leaving only the distant traffic below. Tonight, he welcomed the hush. Jonas placed both hands flat on the mattress and let out a long breath. He had been waiting for this. Waiting for the night when he could finally let go of the performance he had rehearsed for so long.
Jonas got up and walked over to the window, opening the blinds just enough to watch the rain fall. He stayed there for a while, listening to the drops against the glass. When he finally returned to the bed, the room felt smaller. Jonas sat back down, arms around his knees, and closed his eyes. He focused on the physical sensation of sitting there, the cool mattress beneath his body, the steady pulse of the city below. Jonas imagined Emil on the other side of the city, walking through the rain with a song playing softly from his phone. Jonas imagined Emil imagining Jonas. Jonas imagined that thought returning to him slowly, surely, through the night.
His cock became erect beneath his shorts, pressed into the mattress. Jonas unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, stepping out of them as they fell to the floor. Jonas stood up and moved to the bathroom, staying in the dim glow of the lamp. The mirror reflected the rain without sound. Jonas ran his fingers over his dick and sucked the head into his mouth, the cold air making his nipples tighten. Jonas let out a quiet sound, swallowed, and moved his tongue around the head. Jonas closed his eyes and imagined Emil watching him through the window below. Jonas imagined Emil watching him now.
Jonas moved back to the bed and lay down, knees pulled into his chest. Jonas placed his hands on his thighs and brought his cock up, positioning the head at his opening. Jonas took a deep breath and slowly pushed in. Jonas placed his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. Jonas focused on the tightness around his cock, the friction, the slow movement. Jonas slid the head out and pushed back in, repeating the motion with deliberate care. Jonas felt his body respond, his breathing becoming shallower. Jonas imagined Emil watching him from the hallway, watching Jonas's cock slide in and out, watching Jonas's body move against the mattress. Jonas imagined Emil imagining Jonas. Jonas imagined Jonas imagining Emil. Jonas imagined them both lost in the same fantasy.
Jonas rolled over on his side, facing the window. Jonas placed a hand on the glass and pressed against it gently. Jonas let out a soft moan and spread his legs, bringing his knees up to his chest. Jonas placed his hand on his cock and began to masturbate again, this time with slower, deeper movements. Jonas felt his body respond, his pulse quickening. Jonas imagined Emil watching him, imagining Jonas's body moving beneath the dim light, imagining Jonas's pleasure. Jonas imagined Emil imagining him. Jonas imagined himself imagining Emil. Jonas imagined both of them lost in the same night.
Jonas felt the night stretch around him, the distant traffic below becoming a soft murmur against the glass. He kept pressing against the cool surface of the window, imagining Emil's hand on the same glass from the hallway below. He imagined Emil watching Jonas's movements, watching Jonas's hips push against the mattress, watching Jonas's body respond under the dim lamp. Jonas imagined Emil imagining him. Jonas imagined that thought returning to him through the night, through the city, through the silence. Jonas placed one hand on his cock, then the other, and began to masturbate once more.
The rhythm settled over Jonas slowly, the steady friction of his hand against his shaft becoming a second pulse against his chest. Jonas kept his mouth open, breathing through his nose as the city below softened beneath the glass. Jonas imagined Emil imagining Jonas. Jonas imagined Emil watching Jonas's thighs tighten, Jonas's legs spread beneath the lamp. Jonas imagined Emil imagining Jonas's body moving beneath the night, Jonas's body responding to the thought. Jonas imagined Emil imagining Jonas. Jonas imagined Jonas imagining Emil. Jonas imagined both of them trapped together in the same fantasy.
Jonas placed his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the night against his skin. Jonas imagined Emil walking through the rain below, imagining Jonas. Jonas imagined Emil imagining Jonas. Jonas imagined Jonas imagining Emil. Jonas imagined them both lost in the same thought. Jonas imagined Emil imagining Jonas. Jonas imagined Jonas imagining Emil. Jonas imagined them both lost in the same night.