All Night Long
Chapter Seven: Page Two
Zell stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror
at the break of dawn the next morning, unable to believe
the disheveled man with flushed cheeks and bright blue
eyes staring back was him. He'd never looked so wanton
in his entire life. Had never felt so sensual and
desirable and physically satisfied.
His one night with Seifer had been as memorable as
he'd hoped it would be. Zell closed his eyes and
shivered as he recalled last night's episode on the
table, with him as dessert. Zell knew he'd meant to
distract him after their too serious conversation about
his job and goals, and he'd let the ruse work.
The man was an incredible lover, so generous and
attentive, and completely insatiable, and Zell hadn't
been able to resist him. Afterward they'd taken a long,
hot shower together, another provocative experience he
wouldn't soon forget. They'd ended up in the big
king-size bed with him cuddled up to Seifer's side, his
blindfold still in place, and just talked. This time
about his parents, his sister, and crazy
childhood antics that had made Zell smile and laugh and
envy the closeness Seifer's family shared. Then they'd made
love again and he'd fallen asleep in Seifer's arms,
surrounded by his strong embrace, feeling secure and
cherished in a way that had eluded Zell all his life.
And this morning he was going to walk away from him.
Zell's heart gave a painful lurch, and he fought the
doubts crashing over him, the enormity of his actions
striking him hard. Instead of satisfying the craving
Zell had developed for Seifer, his feelings for him were
far more intense. The intimacy they'd shared went beyond
sex and had been rooted in emotion. And knowing he was
about to leave Seifer and never see him again made him feel
empty and hollow inside...a huge, consuming ache that
threatened to overwhelm him.
Pushing that weakness aside, Zell brushed his teeth and
splashed cool water on his face. It was time for him to
go, before he did something incredibly stupid. Like
tell Seifer that he'd fallen in love with him. Which
didn't completely surprise Zell since he'd been halfway
there before last night.
Tugging the collar of the robe closer to his throat to
ward off the chill settling within him, he opened the
bathroom door and quietly stepped back into the master
bedroom. Zell needed to find his clothes so he could
change and leave before Seifer woke up so they didn't
have to deal with an awkward morning-after scene.
Except Zell's eyes were drawn to the big bed and the
gorgeous man sprawled on the mattress. He let his gaze
linger one last time, committing everything about him to
memory. He still wore the blindfold that he'd foolishly
believed would keep his emotions hidden from this man.
His thick, silky hair was tousled from Zell's fingers, his
chest was bare, and the sheet draped low on his hips,
which did little to hide his morning erection. Zell
smiled, admiring everything about him, and felt his skin
tingle in awareness and renewed desire.
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Chapter Seven: Page Two
Zell stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror
at the break of dawn the next morning, unable to believe
the disheveled man with flushed cheeks and bright blue
eyes staring back was him. He'd never looked so wanton
in his entire life. Had never felt so sensual and
desirable and physically satisfied.
His one night with Seifer had been as memorable as
he'd hoped it would be. Zell closed his eyes and
shivered as he recalled last night's episode on the
table, with him as dessert. Zell knew he'd meant to
distract him after their too serious conversation about
his job and goals, and he'd let the ruse work.
The man was an incredible lover, so generous and
attentive, and completely insatiable, and Zell hadn't
been able to resist him. Afterward they'd taken a long,
hot shower together, another provocative experience he
wouldn't soon forget. They'd ended up in the big
king-size bed with him cuddled up to Seifer's side, his
blindfold still in place, and just talked. This time
about his parents, his sister, and crazy
childhood antics that had made Zell smile and laugh and
envy the closeness Seifer's family shared. Then they'd made
love again and he'd fallen asleep in Seifer's arms,
surrounded by his strong embrace, feeling secure and
cherished in a way that had eluded Zell all his life.
And this morning he was going to walk away from him.
Zell's heart gave a painful lurch, and he fought the
doubts crashing over him, the enormity of his actions
striking him hard. Instead of satisfying the craving
Zell had developed for Seifer, his feelings for him were
far more intense. The intimacy they'd shared went beyond
sex and had been rooted in emotion. And knowing he was
about to leave Seifer and never see him again made him feel
empty and hollow inside...a huge, consuming ache that
threatened to overwhelm him.
Pushing that weakness aside, Zell brushed his teeth and
splashed cool water on his face. It was time for him to
go, before he did something incredibly stupid. Like
tell Seifer that he'd fallen in love with him. Which
didn't completely surprise Zell since he'd been halfway
there before last night.
Tugging the collar of the robe closer to his throat to
ward off the chill settling within him, he opened the
bathroom door and quietly stepped back into the master
bedroom. Zell needed to find his clothes so he could
change and leave before Seifer woke up so they didn't
have to deal with an awkward morning-after scene.
Except Zell's eyes were drawn to the big bed and the
gorgeous man sprawled on the mattress. He let his gaze
linger one last time, committing everything about him to
memory. He still wore the blindfold that he'd foolishly
believed would keep his emotions hidden from this man.
His thick, silky hair was tousled from Zell's fingers, his
chest was bare, and the sheet draped low on his hips,
which did little to hide his morning erection. Zell
smiled, admiring everything about him, and felt his skin
tingle in awareness and renewed desire.
NEXT