Desire beats out logic and I lift my hand, my fingers barely trailing along his chiseled cheek, drifting over the ridge of his ear before dropping away. Bradley doesn’t move. Yearning to touch him again, my movements become braver. This time I run the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, only to have his hand quickly snap around my wrist, gripping it tightly, but not painfully.
“Are you watching me sleep like a creepy stalker?” he asks, his voice still groggy from sleep.
“No. There was something on your face.” I reply quickly, trying to pull my hand away from him, but he doesn’t let go.
“Liar,” he chuckles, his lips brushing against my fingers.
He’s right, I am. Admitting to him that I was taken in by how handsome he looked would open a whole other can of worms. But I throw caution to the wind. This weekend is about finding myself. Coming out and being who I am. This is just another step.
“Maybe.” It comes out cheeky, and I don’t care.
“You’re staring,” Bradley says quietly, lips tilting in a sleepy smirk.
“I know.” My voice is barely more than a whisper. “I keep thinking if I blink, you’ll disappear.”
“Would that be bad?” he asks, scooting a little closer to me, his leg brushing up against mine.
I don’t answer right away. His question is tough because I don’t know the answer. That and him touching me have me really working hard to keep my cock under control. I’ve only ever woke up next to Jefferson before, and well, it’s been a while since I’ve done that and I’ve forgotten how nice it is.
“Yes,” finally escapes, and it’s how I feel. It would be heartbreaking if he were to disappear. The more time I spend with him, the more feelings I develop. But in the end, I have to remember I’m doing this for Jefferson. We’ve been together for so long, I can’t throw what we have away for a possibility of Bradley. He’s young and has so much living to still do. There’s no way he’d want to settle down with an old fogey like me. I could be his father, for Christ's sake.
“I think it would be too.” Bradley’s eyes soften as he leans forward, brushing his mouth against mine with a kiss that feels like it is a secret between the two of us.
The kiss is slow. We break only for a second before our lips meet again and again, not in a rush, but in the kind of rhythm that speaks of trust and exploration.
Our hands begin to move, roaming each other’s bodies. Bradley’s palm slides across my chest, feeling the steady thud of my heartbeat, the curve of my ribs. His fingers dip lower, grazing over my hip, drawing tiny circles into my skin. It has my body on fire and I can’t help the needy groan breaking free.
I rest my forehead against his, exhaling slowly. “I didn’t think I’d want to be intimate with anyone other than my ex.”
“And now?” he asks, voice soft and unsure.
I tilt my face up until our eyes meet, both of us locking on each other. “I don’t want anything else but to be with you. I don’t care if it’s just for today.”
Bradley’s thumb strokes along my cheek. “I know your heart belongs to someone else, but I don’t want this weekend to end without having been with you. It may be the last time I ever see you.”
His words hit hard, because he might be right. I’ve already made up my mind in the early hours of the morning that when I get back I’m telling my family, then going public. I’m not hiding any longer. Life is too short to not be your true authentic self. I don’t want to live in the fear of the what ifs anymore. I’m going to grow old with the man I love, if he’ll have me.
“Then let’s not waste any more time.” I kiss him again, deeper this time, but still tender.
Our bodies press against each other beneath the covers, legs tangled, warmth shared. His hard cock firm against mine as I grind my hips into him. It’s a different kind of intimacy than with Jefferson, not bad, just not the same. Our bodies beg for each other, demanding to explore to their heart’s content.
Time blurs as we kiss. Bradley’s hand slips underneath the waistband of my boxers, cupping my ass cheek.
“Tease,” I all but purr.
He nips at my lip, biting down as he tugs on it.
“I’ll show you a tease.”
Bradley sits up, the blankets falling down, exposing his bare chest, and the outline of his very hard cock pressing against his snug boxer briefs. And peeking out the top is his very swollen head, with precum leaking from it.
Fuck me!
He straddles my body, leaning down, peppering kisses across my chest, working his way lower until he’s licking along the flesh right above my waistband.
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” He looks up at me through his long lashes.
“I am,” I reply without hesitation. Jefferson is my endgame, but we’re technically not together right now, so it’s not like I’m cheating.
