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Myles' POV

"Myles, come over here you big brute, you have to lie here with me and see the colors from this angle".

"Come on, Elijah, why are you lying on the ground? You're going to ruin your new Armani jeans!"

"Screw the jeans, just get over here!"

I got up off the bench where I was sitting and went over to him and looked up. He grabbed my pant leg and tugged hard, knocking me off balance. I landed on my hands and ass at the same time.

"Elijah, you're crazy, you know that right?"

"I have to be, I'm with you, aren't I? Just do this for me," he replied, his eyes pleading with me and tugging at my heart. "I promise you will not be disappointed."

I lay beside him then, just as he knew I would. I could never resist him or anything he wanted of me. I looked up and the autumn colors of the leaves above us were absolutely gorgeous. The sun high in the sky at mid-day was shining through, making the earth tones sparkle like warm glitter. He must have heard me sigh softly.

"Ahh? What'd I tell you?" Elijah said with a smirk.

"I never doubt you, you know that. I just hate getting dirty."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, so you keep saying." Elijah reached over and brushed his hand against my cheek. I couldn't help turning my face into his hand. It felt so warm against my cool skin on this crisp autumn day.

Elijah leaned up on his elbow and turned towards me. I melted a little inside every time he looked at me with his sparkling green eyes. He just continued to gaze into my eyes while he traced the contours of my face with his finger. It was something he did often and he knew I loved it. The sun playing over his blond hair made him look like an angel to me.

"You are right, as usual, it was worth getting dirty, it's a breathtaking view," I admitted, about him more than the tree.

He bent down and touched my lips with his briefly, just barely letting the tip of his tongue leave a bit of wetness on my lips.

"I love you, Myles," he breathed so softly I barely heard him.

"I love you, Elijah," I said.

It was a perfect day, I thought to myself, as I tossed a handful of leaves at him, scrambling up off the ground. He followed me, chasing me with a handful of his own leaves. We laughed and giggled, playfully acting like school boys, even though we were in our mid-twenties. Eventually we stopped chasing each other and sat back down on the bench to rest and catch our breath. We were dirty and had leaves and small branches stuck to our clothes and bodies. I reached over and pulled leaves out of his hair as we smiled at each other. We both knew this day at the park would end soon and we would go back to our lives, dressed in suits and ties, needing to be the men our families expected us to be.

"You two make a lovely couple," I heard from behind me.

An older woman walking her two dogs was smiling at us as she walked past.

Hearing the elderly lady saying we made a wonderful couple caught me by surprise. I immediately got a sense of melancholy. What made it even worse was that Julian sensed it in me as well and immediately assumed it was because of my father and what had just happened that morning. My heart ached as I listened to Julian tell me it didn't matter what my father thought about me. He was right, everything he said, it was all true, but it wasn't what set off my sadness. I felt like a heel letting him believe his own assumption, but I wasn't ready to talk about Elijah just yet. I was grateful for the soccer ball landing in Julian's lap. We'd had such a great time playing soccer with the boys in the park. The walk back to my place was playful and happy.

Now, as we returned to the penthouse and showered together, I felt a twinge of guilt. Julian was washing my back, suggestively letting his hands slip down over my thighs. I turned to face him and met his eyes with mine. I said nothing for a long time, just stared at him, letting the water play over my back, laying my hands on his neck and shoulders. He has such gorgeous hazel eyes, I thought to myself.

"Myles, what is it?" Julian was barely audible.

"Oh God," I breathed against his neck, just below his ear.

I couldn't remember leaning forward. Tears were threatening to escape as I felt Julian's arms embrace me. I didn't want to regret inviting him to my place and at this very moment I did regret it. Nine years was long enough and I really believed I was ready. Instead I was in my oversized, elegant shower in the arms of the most gorgeous man I had ever met, aside from Elijah, with a sense of foreboding in my heart. I felt Julian's hands caressing my back as he held me in his arms, holding and slightly rocking me as we stood together. The steam was all around us, thick and heavy. He felt so good against my skin, so familiar, so perfect all of a sudden.

"Heyyyy, come back to me," Julian said softly.

I responded by caressing his back with my fingertips and nodding against his shoulder. The tears never escaped, but my heart was heavy. My emotions were so mixed at this point. I thought if I took the next step, maybe I could put my past behind me and start fresh. There was only one way to find out and I couldn't do it alone.

"I need you, Julian," I heard myself saying.

"It's okay, I'm right here," he responded.

He didn't understand, so I tried again.

"No, I NEED you."

He pulled away from me enough to look into my face. Our eyes met, my hands were on his face, my thumbs caressing his jaw. He was trying very hard to understand what I was trying to convey to him. His eyes were making me melt, forcing more words out of my mouth.

"Julian, please," I pleaded softly; "I need you right now. I... it's been... over nine years... since I have taken someone... anyone... none have been worthy... none until now."

His expression of surprise was fleeting. It was quickly replaced with tenderness and a questioning look.

"Ohhh," was all he said. He went somewhere inside himself for a few moments as I watched him.

I was beginning to doubt myself, but just as soon as I let my mind wander towards my doubts, Julian was turning the shower off and pulling me through the glass door. He had grabbed a towel off the bar and began toweling me off as if I wasn't able to do it myself. I just stood there letting him do what he wanted with me. He dried off my face and hair first, then worked his way down my body. When he came back up, he had a slight grin on his face, looked down at my erect cock and then back up again. I had to grin too.

"Baby, you are worthy to me, too," Julian said.

I watched him dry himself off and seeing his tousled, wet hair dripping onto the floor was one of the most erotic visions I had ever seen. Too soon, he was toweling it off and tossing the towel somewhere below my line of vision. He led me to the bedroom and over to the bed and we both sat on the edge facing each other.

Although I wasn't sure if he understood my request, he was willing, none-the-less.

"Myles, are you sure about this?" Julian asked. His voice was calm and caring. He had taken my hands in his, caressing them and making me feel at ease.

I knew I was, even though the doubts were trying their hardest to creep into my mind. It was time and I couldn't have chosen a better person to share it with. It was a step I knew it was time for me to take.

"I believe I am and you're being so sweet to me, I just may cry from the sheer joy you're instilling deep inside me. So, if I do cry, don't think it's for any other reason but that." I said with a soft smile on my face, not caring about trying to hide how vulnerable I was.

Julian smiled back just as softly, and leaned into me, pressing his forehead against mine. He caressed my back with one hand and my chest with the other. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my hands caress him back. Sitting side-by-side made it easy to press my lips against his warm wet mouth. Nudging his lips apart, our kiss deepened, our tongues dancing a waltz together. I heard him moan from deep within when I let my hand move down and wrap itself around his hardened cock.

"God, Myles, you turn me on like nobody else has ever done." Julian said.

We moved further onto the bed, Julian on his back with me above him. I pressed my body against his and kissed him again. He tasted so sweet to me, I wasn't sure I would ever get enough of him. We kissed languidly for the longest time, just touching and feeling each other until Julian rolled over onto his front. He looked over his shoulder briefly, his way of letting me know everything would be okay. It truly was, because once the condom and lube were applied, I never had any second thoughts as I slipped inside his tight hole. His cries of pleasure mixed with a bit of pain as I stroked him from the inside out made me feel whole again. The decision I made was the right one and all my emotions were now free to share and I did exactly that. Topping Julian was exactly what I needed this weekend. My tempo picked up a bit of speed as I drove into him, letting all my emotions flow through me. I leaned forward and pressed my body against his back, driving my hips into him, back and forth, ramming a bit harder with each new stroke. I kissed the back of his neck, suckling and eventually biting his shoulder hard enough, but not drawing any blood, leaving my mark on him as I continued to pound into him. It felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I reached under him, bringing his hips up off the bed and wrapping my hand around his engorged cock. It was wet and sticky from all the pre-cum that had escaped already. I spread it with my fingers and let it lubricate under my hand as I stroked him. I could feel the burning tingles work their way up my legs and thighs, gathering at my balls. I was close, but yet wanted to go on longer, so I slowed the pace of my hips and at the same time quickened the strokes with my hand. Julian must have had a different thought, because before I knew what had happened, he pulled away from my hand and I was no longer inside him. He quickly rolled over and we were face to face now as he guided my thick cock back inside of him. We gazed into each other's eyes, as if he was letting me know he was with me on this. With his knees bent up, I wrapped my arms around his thighs, leaning forward and kissing him deeply as I fucked him with long, deep strokes. Within moments, we both came fast and hard, his come spilling all across his chest and mine. I continued to kiss him as my orgasm subsided, both of us breathing hard, but not wanting to stop kissing and break the connection. My cock slipped out of him eventually, but our bodies were still pressed together. I buried my face into his neck and whispered "Thank you" near his ear. He hugged me tighter with both his arms and legs.

Hours later, the sound of my phone woke us. We were still entwined together under the covers, enjoying each other's warm bodies. I roused myself enough to reach over and answer it. It was Sammy.

"Myles, Sir, just giving you a courtesy call, letting you know the jet will be ready for you in one hour. Franklin will arrive in forty-five minutes." Sammy said.

"Yes, thanks Sammy," I responded.

I hung up the phone and snuggled back into Julian's warm body. I groaned as I told him the news, then I heard him groan as well. Neither one of us wanted this weekend to end.