Author's Intro/ Disclaimer: Same as always. Characters aren't mine. Long live Jonathan Larson!
Still nothing out of Collins. Today would have been a good time for something to happen too. Joanne had a meeting and was going to be gone for at least three hours. Collins and I stood by the door, his arm around me, and we wished her good luck.
The second that door closed I decided to take the offensive this time. I finally felt comfortable enough with what I was doing so I turned to him, took his face in my hands and crushed my lips into his. He slowly slid his hands down my sides until they stopped at my hips and he pulled me against him. I think he thought I had been waiting for this because when I stopped to breathe he managed to slip out, "Feisty, are we?" We both laughed. Then he picked me up with an arm under my legs and under my back and started carrying me over to the couch. "Collins stop it, put me down." He ignored me. He laid me down on my back, my head resting on the pillow with him propped overtop of me, our favorite position. I was submissive again. His lips met mine softly in that tortuous way that caused my entire body to tingle. He knows me too well and gets way to much pleasure out of watching me shiver beneath him.
"I hate it when you do that." I said to him.
"I know." He whispered back into my ear. That just made me tingle more. He laughed. "Oh Mark, what am I ever going to do with you."
"Well, umm…" his lips covered mine, not allowing me to finish.
"Shhh," he whispered into my ear. Now I was really trembling.
He kissed my forehead and I relaxed a little, closing my eyes. He planted little kisses all along my jawbone. So much for being relaxed, but my eyes were still closed. I shivered beneath him as his lips brush over my chin and up to one of my ears. He sucked gently on my earlobe and I accidentally let a short moan slip out. He chuckled a little before moving to my other ear. I became hard in my pants. Somehow he always knows when I get hard. He kissed my two eyelids softly and I moaned again. Finally, after what seemed like ages, his lips found mine again. As our tongues swirled around each other's mouths, one of his hands moved to my chest. Slowly, he dragged it down the outside of my t-shirt and then over top my belt, resting it right on top of the bulge in my pants. I took a sharp intake of breath and my eyes jolted open, meeting his. My heart was pounding, but nothing happened. He smiled and then went back to kissing me.
I tried not to act disappointed, because I wasn't, I was just thinking that maybe something would happen, but it didn't. After a while he lay down on his side next to me. He moved his hand from my crotch so that his arm was laying over my chest, keeping me close to him, and he laid his head down on my chest.
"Mark."
"Yeah?"
"I love this, I love what we have together."
"Me too."
"Even with Angel, we never really got to just lay around in each other's arms, not worrying about anything. What Angel and I had was really special and I don't think anything could ever replace that. But this, this is really special too, in a different way, and I love you mark. You're not Angel's replacement; you're a different person, a different love, a different life. I just wanted you to know that. "
"I know Collins. I love you too." And with that we were silent, eventually falling asleep.
To continue the story, we didn't wake up until later when Joanne was back, she just smiled at us. Collins ran out to get food for dinner so Joanne and I got a chance to talk. I told her what Collins said to me and she said that that sounded hopeful. But, she also said that I can't complain if I'm not willing to say anything to him. Which I'm not. I've really opened up a lot lately, but I'm still too shy to approach him like that. This sucks.
~ Mark