Donny’s hands wrapped around the side of Roland’s face and pulled his head up until they were eye to eye.
“Stop it,” Donny demanded.
“Stop what?” Roland managed to whisper.
“Get out of your head right now, Roland.” Donny pressed their mouths together. “Just be here with me.”
Roland wanted it. He wanted it so badly. He would need to conquer himself because he didn’t want to miss whateverthiswas. He wanted to deserve it. Roland nodded his head and opened his mouth to Donny’s insistent tongue.
Roland’s cock had softened, and it slipped free from Donny, who sucked in a sharp breath of air and sealed their lips completely together.
Roland lost track of time. He didn’t know how long they sat there, Donny’s legs around his waist and their arms around each other. But Donny’s cum had dried, sticky on their skin, and their sweat had cooled and then bloomed again from the intensity of their kissing. Their mouths finally parted, and Donny reached up and swiped his thumb across Roland’s cheek. It felt cool and damp, and Roland reached up and touched his face to find it was wet.
He touched his other cheek, and it was wet, too. Roland didn’t even realize he’d been crying, and his face burned as he quickly tried to wipe away the evidence. It was futile, of course. Donny knew.
Donny reached up and stilled Roland’s hands. He pulled them away from Roland’s face and turned them so Roland’s palms were facing him, and he pressed his lips softly to the wet skin of Roland’s fingertips.
Donny kissed his tears away, then lowered Roland’s hands and kissed the tears from his cheeks. Roland sniffed and Donny pressed their mouths together in another kiss. He could taste the salt on Donny’s lips, and as their mouths parted and came together, Roland discovered a new flavor.
Still somewhat masked by the flavor of vodka, Roland thought he found a taste of Donny, and all his mind could do was think of hope.
Chapter 18
Your Trust is Beautiful
Donny hadn’t letRoland get out of bed even though it was still early in the afternoon. He’d gotten up and found a washcloth in the bathroom, soaked it with warm water then came back to wipe Roland down. He cleaned his chest and his stomach, then pulled off the condom and smoothed the washcloth over Roland’s softened cock until he was clean. He padded back to the bathroom and washed himself up, cleaned his hands and then crawled into bed, tucking himself under Roland’s arm.
“Close your eyes and rest with me,” he mumbled, putting Roland’s arm around his shoulders and fidgeting until he was able to get comfortable.
“My mind is going a mile a minute,” Roland replied, stroking his fingers across Donny’s shoulder.
“I know,” Donny replied. “Just turn the tv on or something. Put on a movie.” He lifted an arm and pointed toward the TV mounted on the wall.
Roland stretched away from him to reach the remote, then powered the television on. He flipped through some channels before ending on a cooking competition and dropping the remote onto the bed.
“Thank you,” Donny mumbled eventually, breaking a comfortable silence that had stretched between them.
“What for?” Roland scoffed.
“For earlier. For this.” Donny dragged a finger across Roland’s cheekbone, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
* * *
He woke later,the room was dark and the sun was barely beginning to filter through the blinds. Roland was tangled around him, arms and legs secure, holding him in place. Donny angled his head backward to see the clock. It was nearly five in the morning. He stretched his limbs and tried to extricate himself from Roland without waking him, but Roland roused and held on to Donny for dear life.
“Don’t go,” Roland muttered into the top of Donny’s head.
“I gotta pee.” He kissed Roland on the chest and Roland’s grip relaxed, letting him up. Donny went into the bathroom and took care of his business, then returned to bed and sat under the sheets with his back against the headboard.
Roland curled into him, resting his head in his lap, and Donny stroked his fingers through his hair and into his beard. Donny finger combed the wiry hair and massaged his fingers onto Roland’s chin.
“Do you like having a beard?”
Roland shook his head. “Not particularly.”
“Then why don’t you shave it?” Donny tugged some of the hair when he spoke.
Roland shrugged and turned his head away. Donny grabbed him by the beard and angled his face back so he could see Roland’s face.
