Isaac
I wokeup feeling warm and comfortingly weighed down. Max took his big spoon job a little too seriously in his sleep because I wasn’t sure there was an inch of separation between my body and his, not that I minded. I could have stayed like this for a very long time. Except… I had a flight to catch in a few hours.
“Max,” I whispered.
“Mmmm, shh,” he mumbled in my ear, and I chuckled. “No laughing. No moving, shh.”
“We have to get up. I have to pack,” I said lacking conviction.
“Kidnap…you…”
I couldn’t help laughing out loud. He was so cute when he was this sleepy.
I turned to face Max. He opened his eyes, and even though he was still dozy from sleep, he looked so handsome with his light blond hair sticking at all angles, his brown eyes shiny, and his lips swollen from being kissed.
I wondered how long I could stare at him before we had to move.
“I’ve never seen eyes like yours before,” Max said. “I’m not sure I know the right words to describe what they look like to me. It’s not just that, though, there’s more. There is something in your eyes.” He lifted his hand to cup my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheek.
“I don’t want to go home,” I confessed. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
“Shhh, not yet,” Max said, taking my mouth in a kiss that made my morning semi into a ready-to-play erection.
“Mmm, you’re naked,” I could feel his smile against my skin, apparently feeling my predicament against his thigh.
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenged.
I felt his answer first against my stomach and then as he kissed his way down my body until he reached my aching cock. The heat of Max’s mouth felt heavenly as he sucked and licked and applied just the right amount of pressure on the base of my cock to stop me from coming.
Max came back up to kiss me, replacing his mouth with his hand on my cock, except he now had both of us trapped in a vice-like grip, motioning up and down with his hand and rocking his body against mine. We came within a few strokes, almost at the same time.
He collapsed on top of me, kissing me like he needed to leave his mark. I was confident he didn’t need to make much of an effort. Max had already left his mark on me, on my body, and I was pretty sure on my heart, too.
Afterward, we had a shower, but unlike the one from last night, this one was silent. We didn’t speak a word, allowing our hands to wash each other with so much tenderness and care. They were doing a job, memorizing all the details so that when we were apart, we could still remember how the other felt.
We looked into each other’s eyes while the water cascaded around us. I would remember those brown eyes forever, the flecks of black and gold, the long blond eyelashes, and the person behind the look.
I was reluctant to end the shower, but I still needed to pack. Max ordered a light breakfast from room service and helped me get my stuff ready to go.
He insisted on taking me to the airport, saying he could help me carry my suitcase on the subway. I didn’t discourage him. As much as I could easily have taken the suitcase on my own, I also wanted to spend every single possible minute left in New York with him.
Yesterday morning, I felt attraction and lust. Yesterday morning, I could have walked away from this trip knowing I got what I came for.
Today, I felt so much more. Today, I knew I was in love. Today, I knew I wasn’t going home unscathed.
