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15 - Romance

6:42pm

The sun is going down, I love the deep orange glow caste over the loft at dusk, compliments the exposed brick.

I’ve been breathing deep and getting my strength back, just lying here listening to his heartbeat through his chest. He gets such a rise out of rimming me, not that I mind the tongue in my ass but I really like how much it turns him on. 

He’s waiting for me to move just an inch so he can pounce on me. I know the little bastard has caught on that I am going to let him fuck me now. I’m sure he’s counting down the seconds to lift off.

5…4…3…2…

Snoring?

What. A. Fucking. Pussy.

“Justin,” I sit up a little and roll to my side so that my body’s touching him all over.

“Justin,” I say again this time seductively while I run an open palm over his stomach.

Nothing.

Snoring.

Fucker.

Well…

I could let him sleep a while.

Maybe just for a minute.

I am a little tired.

**

8:09pm

I wake up in that ‘what the fuck day is it?’ fog and head for the toilet. I open one eye just a crack to be sure the lid on the toilet is up, I’ve peed all over it before. I listen to the unmistakable sound of urine flowing out of me and feel that amazing warm and sweet relief wash over my body.

I stumble back into the dark bedroom and try to focus on the clock. I look at Justin, face down and body all twisted in the sheets. He’s clutching a pillow to his chest. Kind of cute.

Why are we sleeping?

Oh shit. I was going to let him nap for a minute.

I get on the bed and roll him over, then straddle his hips.

“Wakey, wakey,” I lean down and drag my mouth over his Adam’s apple.

He stirs a little but tries to burrow into the pillow he’s clutching. I rip it out of his grip and bat him over the head with it.

“What the fuck?” His eyes open and he tries to sit up only to find he’s restrained.

“Brian!” he looks so pissed off, it makes me laugh.

“You’ve been sleeping forever, wake the fuck up.”

He turns his head toward the clock but I grab his chin and stop him.

“It had better be tomorrow.” He rubs his eyes and stretches while he peers out the window into the darkness with a skeptical look on his face.

I lean down and kiss him until he relaxes back into the bed.

“I didn’t want you to miss the rest of your birthday, Sunshine. You are never going to get this much altruism out of me ever, ever again.”

“Yes, having sex with me all day must be a real tragedy, Brian.” He shoves me off of him and climbs out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To piss,” he spits over his shoulder and then shuts the bathroom door behind him. 

Well that didn’t go how I’d planned.

**

8:17pm

I’m sprawled in the center of the bed staring at the ceiling when he emerges. I do not to notice him come out of the bathroom and walk down around the foot of the bed. I’m not curious as to why he’s rooting around in my underwear drawer. I am unaffected by him dressing himself and walking into the kitchen.

“Justin!” I finally bark when I hear the refrigerator door open.

He’s moving bottles around, he’s opening something, he’s drinking something, he’s walking back up here.

Damn straight.

He stands over me, water bottle in one hand, cap of it in the other, flipping it in between his fingers like my dad taught me to do with quarters when I was a kid.

He stares thoughtfully at the white plastic cap and then at me. He smirks, “I’ll never look at bottled water the same way again.” I grin at the reference to my water-bottle-cap-torture from what seems like days ago, even though it was hours. When I catalogue the sexual activity of the last day I’m almost startled, but more importantly impressed.

We have got to be the only two men in this city, fuck in this country, with this much stamina. We should be studied. We should probably be locked up and deprived of all necessities to see how long we’d keep having sex even though we were starving and thirsty and tired.

“Hey,” he kicks my leg lightly with the foot he has up on the bed, “what are you thinking about?”

“Us,” I smile at him and let him have a solid minute of thinking I am being romantic and reveling in our ‘oneness’ or some shit like that. Then I break his little love bubble, “We must have the best sex on the planet. I mean people have a lot of good sex, shit we each have great sex with other people. But you know it’s not like this. It’s not what the two of us have. I was just thinking we should be studied. Articles should be written. Something…” I trail off, focusing on a spot on the wall somewhere behind him, thinking about an entry in the American Medical Journal on sexual stamina having a photo of Justin bent over a table with me behind him leering into the camera.

“Brian,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing a hand on my shoulder, “that might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Before I can protest he leans down and slips his tongue into my mouth. And really, there isn’t much for me to protest. That probably is the most romantic thing I’ll ever say to him, “hey kid, I have better sex with you than I have with anyone else in my entire life and that’s saying a whole fuck of a lot, so stick around a while, would you?”

Wanting someone physically and intellectually and even emotionally time and time again is way more impressive than spouting bullshit love poems at them.

I’m not so bad at this relationship shit after all.

I turn my head and put it in his lap while he finishes his bottle of water. I huff warm breath through the crotch of his briefs, well they’re mine but he’s wearing them, until he starts to pant a little.

“Jesus, Brian, this can’t go on."

“Sure it can,” I turn my face toward him and smile. I pull his dick, starting to get hard again, out of the underwear and lick the tip lightly. Then I reach up and wrap my hand around the back of his neck, bringing him down into a deep kiss. His lips and tongue are cold and wet from the water.

I break the kiss and reach over on the bedside table, picking up our long forgotten new toy. “Wanna fuck me with this?” I raise my eyebrow and put the little Japanese toy in his hand.

He blushes.

I can still make the kid blush.

I spread my legs and throw my arms out beside me, “Like I said, Sunshine, I’m only gonna be this giving once, take advantage.”

8:42 pm

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