We spend the rest of the day exploring every inch of Galaxy’s Edge. His enthusiasm is contagious as we wander through the meticulously crafted streets of Batuu.
“This is incredible,” Martin breathes as we stand in line for the Rise of the Resistance ride. His hand finds mine, fingers intertwining. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
I squeeze his hand. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying it.”
"So much," he grins, leaning over and taking my mouth in a sweet kiss.
We spend the rest of the afternoon and long into the evening immersing ourselves in everythingStar Wars.
I even convince Martin to let me get him one of the custom-made light sabers that lights up, and while he won't admit it, I know he's completely thrilled by the silly souvenir.
By the end of the night we're both exhausted, and I wrap my arm around him, pulling him in close to me as we amble slowly back toward our hotel, full of junk food, candy and some of the best memories I've made in a very long time.
After getting back to our room, we're both exhausted and sweaty from the long day on our feet in the hot sun, so we each take a shower. By some unspoken agreement, we both slide under the cool, crisp sheets of my bed once we've rinsed off the day. He extends his arm, and I snuggle into his warm body, resting my head on his chest, feeling like I'm exactly where I belong.
"So, was I right? Was it worth getting out of bed early?" I ask sleepily.
He chuckles. "It was bloody fantastic, I'll give you that, but please god don't tell me we're getting up early again tomorrow! I'm an old man, I need my rest!"
I laugh, placing a gentle kiss to his pec as I run my fingers through the hair on his abdomen.
"Nope, we hit all the highlights today. Tomorrow we can sleep in and go back to our favorites," I say. "No timeline, no schedule. Just a nice, relaxing day."
"Thank god for small mercies," he chuckles, squeezing me tighter.
We lie together quietly for a few moments, his fingertips tracing gentle patterns on my arm, before he speaks again. "This really was wonderful. Thank you, Jesse. It… It means so much to me. I can't remember the last time I've had as much fun. And it's all because of you."
He looks down at me, and my breath catches at the tender look in his eyes.
"I feel the same way," I whisper softly. "I've always loved this place, but today, being here with you, was special. You made it even better. So thank you."
We share a soft gentle kiss, and my last conscious thoughts are that I always want to fall asleep right here, with my head on Martin's chest and his arms wrapped around me.
Chapter 10
Jesse
Iunlock the front door, my body still humming with excitement from our trip. Martin follows close behind, his presence a warm comfort at my back. As we step inside, the familiar scent of home wraps around us, grounding us back in reality.
“That was an amazing weekend, Jesse,” Martin says, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah,” I agree, unable to find the right words myself. The past couple of days feel like a dream, and I’m not quite ready to wake up.
I take our bags upstairs, not even hesitating before placing his bags in my room instead of the guest bedroom. I don’t know exactly where things are going to go between us, but I know for sure I want him in my bed and close to me for as long as he wants to be there.
After I get back down to the kitchen, we fall into an easy rhythm as we start preparing dinner. It’s as if we’ve been doing this for years, not just a few weeks. Martin chops vegetableswhile I season the chicken, stealing glances at him when I think he’s not looking.
I reach across to grab the paprika from the cabinet on the other side of where he’s standing. My arm brushes against his back, and he leans into my touch, so I linger for a moment longer than necessary.
When I pull back, Martin turns to face me, his pupils blown. Goddamn. For someone in his mid-fifties, he’s insatiable. I fucking love it. We’re standing close, so instead of thinking too hard about it, I lean in to capture his mouth with mine. He lets out a groan, and his cock hardens against my thigh.
The timer on the oven beeps, startling us both. We both laugh and jump apart, the sexual tension broken, but in its place is a comfortable intimacy.
After we eat, I stack the last plate in the dishwasher and turn to Martin, who’s wiping down the counter. The setting sun fills the kitchen with soft, golden light, and I’m struck by how right this feels.
“Hey, I’m feeling a bit lazy tonight. What do you say we skip our walk and watchStar Warsinstead?”
Martin’s eyes light up. “Sounds perfect. Which one?”
