“Hmm?” said Tally.
“I need to get up, our guests are leaving.”
The thought of sliding off of Sam, to stand cold and alone, away from the feel of his hard cock pressing against his ass cheeks, was too much. Tally whimpered and clung on tighter.
Sam sighed, put his arms around him, and stood up. Tally beamed in delight. Being carried by Sam was wonderful. Sam walked to the door and saw his guests out. As soon as they were gone, Sam tried to pull him off. Tally clung on desperately.
“Tally, you are being ridiculous, let me go.”
“Make love to me!” insisted Tally, refusing to budge.
Sam sighed. “We’ve talked about this, Tally. I’m not going to sleep with you.”
“Your cock wants to.”
“I know,” groaned Sam, sounding dismayed. Tally was delighted by his honesty.
“Am I ugly?” asked Tally. Sam had said before that his body was perfect, but there had to be a reason the man was being so stubborn.
“Absolutely not,” breathed Sam, and Tally was delighted to hear the hitch in his voice. Sam definitely liked his body. It was a fantastic start.
“I’m not drunk,” said Tally.
“I know,” agreed Sam.
“Then why?”
Sam sighed heavily again and carried him into the bedroom. “We’ve talked about this. You are not well, and I will not take advantage of you.”
He sounded so resolute that Tally felt like he had been punched in the gut. Reluctantly, he let Sam deposit him on the bed.
“I’m not crazy,” he pouted, but he knew it was pointless. He couldn’t blame Sam for thinking he was. It was a lot to take in. It was just annoying that Sam had morals and was being so damn honorable. Waiting until Sam believed him was going to take forever. It was so disappointing. All his fantasies of them being reunited had involved Sam remembering him instantly and ravaging him completely. Tally sighed wistfully, all good things come to those that wait, he tried to tell himself.
Then his eyes fell on Sam’s tented boxers, so close by, as Sam was standing by the bed Tally was sitting on. Almost without thinking, Tally reached out.
Sam jumped back, “Tally!” He gasped. “No groping!”
Tally giggled, “Please? Just a little groping?” He licked his lips, “With my tongue?”
Sam groaned, and Tally looked up at him hopefully. Sam was a man in his prime, his body had needs too. He was obviously tempted. Surely Tally could get him to give in?
“I want you,” said Tally, trying to put all his longing and need into his voice whilst staring deep into Sam’s eyes, hoping Sam would be able to see that he wasn’t crazy.
Sam swallowed and stared back at him like a rabbit caught in headlights. “When you are better,” he whispered.
Tally groaned his defeat and flopped back down onto the bed. The man was impossible. It was so unfair. Having Sam’s stunning body right there, yet refusing to touch him with it, was like torture.
Sam, bless him, thought he was doing the right thing. It was sweet. If Tally kept pushing, he might drive Sam away, and that would be awful. It wasn’t as if sex was the most important thing about being back with his soul mate. It was probably the least important thing, despite how his newly incarnate form was feeling.
“Sorry,” said Sam and he sounded so sincere it made Tally grin. Sam was apologizing for not sleeping with him. It was adorable.
Tally sat up. “Don’t apologize, Sam. I’m the one who should do that. I shouldn’t pester you. I should wait until you are ready.”
Sam stared at him. A whole range of emotions flowing across his handsome face. Tally held his gaze and nearly swooned from the intensity of the love he felt. Just being here with Sam was paradise. The only thing he ever needed. He was the luckiest person alive.
Chapter 13
Astrangechitteringnoisedragged Sam from his sleep. He lay awake in the darkness of the room, wondering if it was the lingering traces of a nightmare. He listened carefully. Everything was still and quiet. The only sound was Tally’s soft breathing beside him. But Sam still felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as a strong feeling of unease washed over him, leaving him trembling, with his mouth dry.
