How many times had he laid in bed at night missing this man’s touch, and weeping himself to sleep over the canyon of distance between them?
If he could keep this going, then he’d willingly stay right where he was. He’d live in this place between reality and life, just to have him back.
For Graham, life began again.
It gave him that little bit back so he could keep going, and he’d never forget it.
This moment mattered.
And he knew it.
The whole time he destroyed his control, D’Artangnan held on, and when he felt his belt being pulled from the loops of his pants, he moaned.
“Hurry,” he begged between kisses and caresses. “Get me naked.”
Oh, Graham was working on it.
As D’Artangnan shoved his pants and boxers down, he was completely naked, and there for Graham’s pleasure.
His body was the same, and like he’d remembered, it was perfection.
It was bulky, corded with muscles, and covered in tattoos. The most important one on his thigh stood out, and Graham ran his hand over the‘G’.
That was the only thing Graham wanted to see on his body. He convinced himself that as long as the man still wore his initial, there was still a chance.
It wasn’t dead yet.
Even if he was.
“Please,” D’Artangnan whispered. “I need you. Show me, Graham. Give me all of you so I never forget what true love is.”
Oh, Graham wanted that too.
Ironically, they were both making memories, and in that moment, he wondered if he reached into their crappy nightstand where they kept the lube and cuffs, if he pulled out the rings he’d bought and proposed, would that had made a difference?
Was chasing the perfect proposal after dinner just one more way he’d undermined their chance of making it?
Instead, Graham continued on with the kiss, silencing the man as he stroked him. His fingers were wickedly stroking his cock, driving him up that climb to the top.
Graham stayed in control to make sure they had this moment together.
When he broke the kiss, he stared into D’Artangnan’s eyes.
“No matter what happens, don’t forget that we had this,” he said, his hand wet from precum from the man’s erection.
D’Artangnan moaned as his body crisscrossed with goosebumps.
“How could I forget?” he whispered through the pleasure assaulting his body.
That was a good question, and Graham wondered if he still dreamed of them?
Did D’Artangnan ever think of him?
Instead of letting those thoughts ruin this one, precious moment, Graham kissed him again, his mouth destroying his control.
The Marine beneath him shook.
The kiss made a statement.
