Bringing us all back together seemed an impossible task after shit hit the fan, but now, here we are, a year later, heading to PVtogether.
Last year, it was me and Ty making this flight. Now, here we are with his dad, myboyfriend.
Boyfriend’s such a dumb word.The man I loveseems more befitting of him. The only man I ever want to bewith.
We end up finding a few comedies Ty says are basically their own form of torture as we try to stomach them. However, having my guys there with me makes it easier for me to endure the four-hourflight.
Before we know it, we’re rolling our bags into Eric’scondo.
We’ve come fullcircle.
Here I stand, scanning the beautiful unit with its tile floor and those French doors that open onto the balcony overlooking the Malecón and theoceanfront.
As I pass the kitchen island, I glance over at the short hallway to the master bedroom, where I first laid eyes on Eric Westright, when he stood in just a towel, his body still wet, his hair and skin glistening in thelight.
He was the most beautiful man I’d everseen.
When I’d shaken his hand… Oh, I hadn’t believed a touch could ever be as explosive as that. So electric. So much meaning in the stimulation of something seemingly sosimple.
My face warms at the thought, but maybe also because there’s this awareness as Ty turns to me that he must know what Eric and I were doing here, mostly while he wasgone.
“I’m gonna get my room set up, and after, you guys want to head out onto the Malecón and grab abite?”
“Sounds good. I’m starving,” Ericsays.
We head into the bedroom together, turning to each other, acknowledging silently the energy in this space. There’s this presence here, as though we left an imprint on this bed, around the room, as we spent all that timetogether.
“Just a little fun,” I say, because that’s what we’d thought at thetime.
Eric closes the door and rushes me, kissing me in afrenzy.
The intensity of that energy we experienced when we first felt that spark shoots through me. I reflect on how much we attempted to deny it, again and again, but how we kept winding up in one another’s arms. Tears flood my eyes as he takes me into his arms, wrangling me onto the bed so that he’s on top ofme.
The feral passion between us ignites the memories, so many, as they flood myawareness.
It was the birth of my awakening, the realization of who I was as he ravaged me again and again. I was so desperate and hungry, having gone a lifetime without even comprehending all I’d beenmissing.
Our kisses are erotic, passionate,wild.
I let myself slip back in time as those early memories resurface. We don’t have moments like those anymore. Back then, it was an intense, inescapable chemistry. It was hot lust, fire overtaking every part of mybeing.
However, what had once been a spark has now become a burning sun whose light has permeated every part of my existence…light that I so willingly surrender my entire beingto.
He pulls back and props himself up on his elbow, gazing down at me with an expression on his face that is so much more than anything he would have showed me back when we began allthis.
There’s no guilt or shame about what we’resharing.
Justappreciation.
And a vulnerability to him that he was only willing to offer up to me after we’d passed the point of noreturn.
“Enjoying yourself?” heasks.
“More than enjoying myself. Loving every minute with you.” I’m not talking about this place or being here again, but about every moment I’ve had the privilege of getting to share with him since wemet.
“This is only the beginning,Jesse.”
I’m dazzled by those blue eyes as they sparkle in all their gloriousness, and I marvel at him, behold him in all hisbeauty.
