Alpha Wolves

He was enigmatic when on stage. Enigmatic and nimble, magnetic and agile, convincing and intoxicatingly sexy.

Jonah exuded all the qualities that Randy found attractive, many of the qualities that he wished to have in himself. Manliness and the perfect amount of ruggedness, just enough and not too much. He had a balance in his approach and his stance that invited, or rejected a returned approach.

His mind was exact, focused and brilliant, although he never needed to project that in order that it be understood. He had the ability to project emotions across the stage or across the park. He could chose a place in between as well, pin point a point in space and nail it, every single time.

An art, a craft, a genuine talent. A talent that Randy found extremely rare. Rare and precisely attractive.

When their eyes met on stage there was an instant and intense connection, which felt primal at the core, as if two alpha male wolves were meeting on unfounded territory. There wasn't a battle, however, yet an instant and unspoken surrender to each other. A surrender and an attachment, an admission that each found the other untouchable, despite the fierce urge to charge towards each other. As if they had met before in ancient times, long lost friends that now inhabited different bodies, now placed together again in the same space and time, for a limited time only.

Randy and Jonah formed a bond, brief and burning, a candle burning at both ends, snuffed out too soon.