"Thank you, I did get that part. What I meant was, I'm not even sure - with the exception of Nick - that I actually wanted to fuck any of the people I did. And yes, that includes Isabel. Odd as that might sound."
"Evidence that I tend to think a lot about things after they happen. When I went downstairs that night, I was just going to stop by, say 'hi' to Isabel, get a drink and sit in the bar like I usually do. Never had any intention at all of doing more than, maybe, getting a kiss. So, I go down, give her a hug, get a kiss and the next thing I know, we're in the staff corridor and I've got her pinned to the wall. I mean, on some primal, instinctual level, sure, I would fuck her, but I didn't even go downstairs with the desire to do so. And I really don't understand that at all."
"I didn't intend to fuck Dresden either. He asked me upstairs and initially, I said no. I wanted to talk to you about it. And then things progressed to where I growled at him to take me upstairs and things happened."
He frowns a little. "Were you always this understanding, or was this never an issue before?" He puts his arms around him again, holding him close. "Love you," he whispers against his hair. "I'm not gonna say 'yeah, it's okay, run off and have fun with Dresden whenever you like', but I'm not going to tell you what not to do either." He takes a breath or two. "I've seen what's happened. Stephen, I saw Dresden smile the other night. He never smiled here before. And I know you had something to do with it. I don't want to spend nights alone, but I don't want you to feel like you can't help people when they need it."
He sighs. "I love you more than life itself. And I need you. I don't know how to live without you. I can't be without you. Stephen, I'm a better person when you're here; when you're with me. Before you came here, I was miserable, lonely and other than Nick and Isabel, no one wanted to be around me. Hell, I didn't want to be around me. But now... I'm happy. Do you know how long it's been since I've been happy?" And he's almost crying... almost.
He smiles and pulls Stephen close, whispering in his ear, husky, rough, wanting. "I want to make love to you on my bed, in my apartment. I want the warm spring breeze to blow through the open door and brush over our hot, sweaty skin. I want to wake up in the morning and find you standing at the doorway that leads to the small balcony off the bedroom - naked - so I can walk up behind you, my arms around you, and we can look out over the canal, tucked back in the room far enough not to frighten the nice old lady who lives across the canal. I want to make love to you all night and wake up with you in my arms, in Venice, on my bed that I've slept on twice and that no one's had sex on yet. Yes, Stephen, I want to take you to Venice with me."
"After all that, God, I hope so, or I just wasted a lot of breath on nothing." But he's grinning like a fool and pulling Stephen down with him, to the bed. "Think we should get a head start?"
He smiles and pulls the sexy little librarian down for one hell of a kiss and he rolls them over. He pulls up for just a moment. "Did you want to go home to get anything before we go?" And he's undoing the buttons on Stephen's shirt.
"Working on that." He leans down, pressing his mouth to Stephen's chest while he's pushing the shirt off his shoulders, down his arms. "You look better in my clothes anyway." He smirks up at him from just above his waistline and tugs the shirt away, tossing it to the floor.
In short order, he has Stephen's pants open and tugged down his hips. Since he's horribly impatient, he's never quite figured out how to remove pants while concentrating the focus of his mouth on the head of Stephen's cock. He's not all that concerned about where the pants are, since they're not in his way any longer.
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"Explain that a bit more."
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"I didn't intend to fuck Dresden either. He asked me upstairs and initially, I said no. I wanted to talk to you about it. And then things progressed to where I growled at him to take me upstairs and things happened."
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"It happens."
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"I love you. I don't just love you, I need you. As long as you don't love anyone like that, like you love me...the rest doesn't matter."
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"It doesn't matter. Because you're happy now. And really, isn't that the most important thing?"
He pulls him down into a soft kiss.
"I think it is."
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Another kiss. "I want to take you to Venice."
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"Me?"
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He smiles and pulls Stephen close, whispering in his ear, husky, rough, wanting. "I want to make love to you on my bed, in my apartment. I want the warm spring breeze to blow through the open door and brush over our hot, sweaty skin. I want to wake up in the morning and find you standing at the doorway that leads to the small balcony off the bedroom - naked - so I can walk up behind you, my arms around you, and we can look out over the canal, tucked back in the room far enough not to frighten the nice old lady who lives across the canal. I want to make love to you all night and wake up with you in my arms, in Venice, on my bed that I've slept on twice and that no one's had sex on yet. Yes, Stephen, I want to take you to Venice with me."
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He smiles and pushes Michael back onto their bed, kissing him soundly before pulling back with a ragged breath.
"Sounds like the trip for me."
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"Yes. Some clothing. Because I am sick of this shirt and these pants. You have no idea how much I'm sick of them."
He grins at Michael.'
"Care to get rid of them for the moment?"
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In short order, he has Stephen's pants open and tugged down his hips. Since he's horribly impatient, he's never quite figured out how to remove pants while concentrating the focus of his mouth on the head of Stephen's cock. He's not all that concerned about where the pants are, since they're not in his way any longer.