It started with one kiss.
That one kiss so many years ago that defined every kiss, every touch, every man in my life. It was the kiss I was looking to repeat. That one powerful moment that I had in my mind yet was unable to attain again. It happened so long ago, and I was so afraid to lose it. I had to find it again. If it existed in one, it should exist in another. But that is where I was wrong. There was no other with his lips, his plump, slightly chapped lips. No one else with that soft touch of his hand on my waist. No one else with that shy voice, contradicting his actions as he said "I hope I'll see you again soon."
Alas, that was many years ago and I one would think that I would have tried giving up on finding that special kiss. But something so spectacular that if I can close my eyes I can still smell the Lilies and rain of April around us. Here the quiet sounds of twilight. Feel the sparks as our lips met all those years ago.
Strange how fate works wonders. How when you start to forget something, it comes rushing back to you. How when you stop looking for something, it lands right at your doorstep. How I had stopped looking for him and there he was standing in front of me.
Same boyish smile as before. More rugged and manly exterior. Of course I had grown as well, and I knew he took note of that. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. The scene was set again, as if it had never stopped, as if the years that had passed were merely an intermission to the greater play.
"Dean?"
The name alone caused shivers up my spine. He smiled, as if he wanted to see me. As if he was waiting to see me. As if I was special to him too. I wanted to deny it. There was no way I could mean as much to him as he did to me.
Yet in one swoop as his lips covered mine, his hands at my waist again, I felt no more denial. I was, for some strange reason, special to him. And in this kiss, I felt complete, finding what I had been looking for. But...It wasn't the same. Similar, but not the same. This time it was different. Serious. Our fingers worked nimbly at removing the other's clothing as his one hand stayed at my waist, guiding our now naked bodies to the bed. We were both clearly ready and we were done with the foreplay. The foreplay had been the years apart. The most excruciating foreplay there is. It all ended and began as he filled me, our groans echoed throughout the room, my nails leaving red crescents in his back. We moved together, building speed as the release of lust overwhelmed us, sweat beading on our bodies. In a long shout I tightened around him, milking him, making him cum hard within me. His muscular form lay on top of mine, our chests heaving as we tried to fill our lungs with air. His lips connected with mine again, hands wandering, tongues twisting together sweetly, sealing our plans for the rest of the night.
It started with one kiss.
It ends with many more to come.
I literary wrote this in the past half hour. I was laying in bed and this came to mind. Let me know what you think