Brian was tired—it had been a long day, and he was ready for a good night's sleep.
Making his way to the bedroom, he opened the door, then stopped. It was to be another lonely night.
He showered first, so the water would hide the tears that fell. Oh, how he missed him! Even as long as it had been, he kept reaching out to empty space.
When his head hit the pillow, he fell fast asleep, but not before a stray tear hit the pillowcase.
Sometime in the night, he felt the bed move. Opening his eyes, he wondered if a trick had come that he'd completely forgotten about. But when he felt himself being pinned to the bed, he knew—this was no trick. When he felt latex penetrating, he relaxed—whoever it was, at least they had sense enough to use a condom.
Whoever it was—they were topping.
He struggled to regain control, but it was no use. Whoever it was—they were too strong for him.
"I've been waiting for this so long," came the whisper to his ear—a vaguely familiar voice, but he was too groggy to try to place it at that moment. Soft, warm kisses touched his lips—kisses that made him moan in ecstasy.
Next thing he knew, it was morning. Brian sat up in bed, wondering just what had transpired last night. As he glanced at the other side of the bed, his heart skipped a beat. Sunlight came through the window, giving its warmth to a familiar blond.
And it was that warmth that made the blond stir. He sat up, yawned, stretched, and allowed an arm to drape around Brian's shoulders.
He turned and just smiled—one of those smiles that made you swear your outlook was much brighter.
Brian smiled in return, coming in for a soft kiss. Tears welled in their eyes as they found each other, holding on for dear life.
"Did you sleep well?" was the inquiry.
Brian was still smiling when he came in and whispered.
"Never better, Sunshine."