| jcipres ( @ 2007-10-18 03:44:00 |
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I'm not even sure if I'd just dreamed it.
"I like it here," he whispered.
Ben had avoided me the rest of the night, trying to be in any room but the one I was in. It had been annoying as hell, and I'd finally decided that I'd had enough. There was a guest room that Ben could use. I was taking myself to bed and catching up on the sleep I'd been missing the last few nights.
A few hours later, I blearily opened my eyes to a shadowed room, the clock on my bedside table reading "too fucking early o'clock," and Ben snuggling next to me. "I'm tired of being alone. I want to feel safe again," he was saying. He moved, straddling my hips and leaning down to brush his lips over mine. In that vulnerable state between sleep and wakening, I let him. The cool, smooth fall of his hair brushed my cheek, over my shoulder. "I love this house," he continued, "the way you smell, your dog, your arms. I want you to love me madly. I want your heart," he leaned down and kissed my chest, "your strength," his lips ghosted over my scarred shoulder, "your body." He nuzzled his mouth against that soft spot just behind my ear. "I'm so lonely for you."
My body felt heavy, unresponsive, except for my dick. Already half-hard, it had filled out so quickly and fully that it ached. It took a great deal of will-power to fight sleep, lift my arms...
... and push him off of me.
"Julian?" he questioned.
"No," I mumbled.
"You're already hard," he pointed out, and I could hear the ghost of a laugh in his tone.
" 'll live." I reached up, pushed my hand through his hair, and let gravity tug his head down to my shoulder. "Shhh now."
"We'll both feel better if you let me..."
"Nuh. G'sleep."
He was already awake and about when I woke up, and neither of us mentioned it. So I'm not even sure if it really happened.