In the Silks Read Online Free PDF

Each spin coiled the silk around his waist. He folded his body up tight and flipped one time so fast Henry thought he was falling. He extended his limbs again and was only being held up by the silk wrapped around his body, spinning slowly. His body stretched out on display, the performer lifted his leg up to his torso and pulled it behind his head, spiraling over and over. Henry watched in fascination.
    This one performer… something, there was something about him, something familiar? Henry nudged Jackie with his elbow and asked for the program. She hesitated for a moment before handing it over with a confused, and somewhat agitated, look on her face. Henry hunched over in his seat while pulling the phone out of his pocket and putting it on flashlight mode. This got a few scoffs from people seated around him. Not fazed, he flipped through the pages looking for names. It took him a minute to find, but there it was. Henry tightened his grip on the paper and then shoved the phone back in his pocket, leaning back in his seat gripping the expensive program until it was crumpled in his fist.
    Henry rubbed a hand across his chest as he felt it tighten. The program had not only given him the name of the song, October by Evanescence , but it had also given the name of the performer that had captured his attention: Ryan Mallory.
    It wasn’t déjà vu .
    It was him reliving countless dreams and fantasies. It was then that the memories rushed to the forefront. The man, ‘I’m an aerial contortionist’ . The blue silk reminded him of the recliner in the corner of Ryan’s room. Henry looked back up at the man sensually dangling in the air, his body flexed. The hot lights glaring down on him making him glisten with sweat from his efforts and constant motion. Henry watched him grip the silk. Those hands had gripped Henry’s neck. The legs now entwined in silk had once been wrapped around Henry’s thighs.
    Henry noticed that his hair was a bit longer now. He recalled how desperately he had wanted to stroke that hair, grip it. To hold Ryan to him for as long as possible, that long ago night in college. Henry studied Ryan’s body in awe; the curve of his back, the swell of his perfectly rounded ass, the one that Henry had clung to like a lifeline for that all too brief moment in time. The way his toes curled when he was using his thighs to hold himself in place. His body, lithe and inviting. He was spectacular. Henry shifted in his seat smoothing the crumpled program over his lap, hoping to use it to conceal his reaction to seeing Ryan Mallory again. The same move he had made that night, sitting in Ryan’s recliner. He thought back to the last time he had seen Ryan. Not that fateful night but rather a few months later at graduation.
    Henry had been standing with his family taking pictures and talking to classmates. Several yards away, the crowd opened up enough for him to see Ryan, he assumed with his family. He was taking a picture with a young woman. Ryan was standing behind her with an arm wrapped around her shoulder and kissing her cheek. Henry felt a twinge of jealousy which he now thought was ridiculous. He had no idea who the girl was, and he had only been with Ryan that one time. And technically they weren’t together. They hadn’t done much but the effect of what they had done wasn’t lost on Henry still.
    Back then at graduation he didn’t have the courage to approach him or at least let his presence be known. Compunction won out as it had that night in Ryan’s apartment. As it had facing Tommy after…
    Henry shook the memory off. That was enough to bring him back to his senses. This was a phenomenal coincidence, seeing Ryan. It meant nothing, and when the show was over, he would leave and life would go on.
    ~~~~~
    Henry entered his apartment alone and with a sigh of relief. He had been home all of sixty seconds when his text alert went off. Taking the phone from his pocket he was not surprised to see it was from