The decision wasn't easy. It took a lot of convincing. I actually feel kind of bad. I don't think I forced him, but I definitely made up his mind for him. I needed to because otherwise he wouldn't do it for himself. If he goes to New York, he can do what he loves. Being on camera and talking about sports. That is his dream and who the hell am I to stand in his way, after all the years we've gone through together. He turned down the job for me. That's not something I can live with. And it's not something I want him to live with. I'm not a selfish person. And neither is James, so we both try to do what's best for the love of our lives. He wanted to protect me form Louis (even though there is absolutely no reason to) and I want him to be happy, just like I know he wants me to be. A part of me wishes it wasn't so far away. That he didn't have to go all the way across the country. But I can't change that. Just like I can't stop myself from helping him pack his bags.
Friday night was a hard night to go through. It was when I convinced him. Saturday morning however was even harder because that was when he made the call. Whoever he called, I guess his boss was more than happy and an hour after he called him telling him he'd take the job, his boss called back telling him he had a plane ticket for Sunday morning at 10. That hit me hard. It was even worse to hear that he was going to be put in a hotel until they could get him an apartment. It was like he was practically living out there, even though I was told James would be gone for two weeks straight until he could come back. He technically only worked Sundays and Mondays so he could fly back to L.A. on Tuesday morning's and fly back out to New York on Saturday. It wasn't ideal. But it had to work. I had to make it work. For James and myself.
I sat on the floor of our shared closet as he shoved the last of his clothes into his only suitcase he was taking. I started to play with my ring on my left hand as I watched his face. He looked happy but also still a little sad. I don't know when he took off his shirt, but he was shirtless with a pair of black basketball shorts only on. I know I remember him saying something about doing a small load of laundry but I'm not 100% positive. "Shit I have a lot of clothes." I smiled small down at hands and twirled then around each other. "When I'm gone, if you throw away some of these jeans or give some of these shirts away I will not be mad." I laughed quietly and closed my eyes wondering how long we have been in the closet going through his stuff to take with him. "Alight…I'll pack my carry on tomorrow morning. I'm a little hungry. I was thinking of a salad. But since it's our last dinner for two weeks I can make whatever. We could even go out if you want. Kendall and Carlos are coming over with some authentic Mexican Tequila for tonight so…" I laughed and pushed myself up slowly. I saw James start to also rise himself up but I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down crawling on his lap fast. He chuckled and sat back against the wall of the closet staring up at my face.
"Well as having a salad sounds great…right now, before we have our drunk idiot friends over tonight I want you all to myself, in every way possible." I raised up an eyebrow making his cheeks go a little red and his hands go directly onto my back underneath my shirt. His fingertips danced onto my skin, immediately making me shiver and close my eyes. "There's a lot of models in New York. You gonna be persuaded?" He laughed huskily underneath me as he attached his lips to my exposed neck.
"As long as this cute little piece of ass is waiting at home for me I won't even open my eyes." I pushed harder into him opening my eyes and looking at the plain white wall behind his head. "I love my little Logie Bear."
"Don't call me that." I was suddenly in the air clutching onto James's skin as he raised me and got up on his knees. When my back touched the carpet of the closet my legs were pushed up and his hands squeezed onto the back of my thighs. I set my hands behind my head and sighed out watching him push forward and rub his groin onto mine. I sighed out, happily content and closed my eyes.
"How about I call you whatever the hell I want, punk?" My legs were let go of and they fell around James's waste. My hands were pulled out from under my head and he laced our hands together. My lips were kissed softly making me open my eyes and watch him push back up grinning to himself. "You gonna give me a night to remember?" I nodded slowly feeling myself getting hard. "You love me?" I nodded again staying completely still even when he let my hands go and moved his own hands to the top of my jeans. My button came undone and my zipper was pulled down slowly. "I already miss you…everything about you. Your skin, your scent, your smile…your beautiful brown eyes." It felt like my heart jumped out of chest and into his. I wanted, somehow, to make the time stop so I could live in this moment forever. I reached out with both hands and ran my fingers through his hair as he bent down and kissed onto my skin above my jeans and boxers, and below the bottom of my shirt. "You're sure you want me to do this?" His voice was a sad whisper that only broke my heart even more. I sat up fast pulling his head along with me. I cupped his face and tried to get my legs completely around him.
"Yes I do." He moved in fast, kissing me hard and rough putting his arms around my back. I was off the ground and he was standing, walking us out of the closet. I pulled myself up on his body, setting my hands on his shoulders. I wrapped my legs tight around his back, locking them at the ankles. He walked us to the bed, the bed that I was going to be sleeping alone in for the next two weeks and set me down, flat on my back. He untangled me from him and in just a few seconds, my jeans, boxers and shirt was off. After being undressed I moved myself up on the bed and sat up watching him take off his shorts. When he started to take off his boxers I reached over to the night stand and opened the top drawer grabbing a condom and our bottle of almost empty lube. I fell the dip on the bed and heard him crawl over to me just as I shut the drawer. Before I could turn to face him he was kissing the side of my face while one hand grabbed around my dick and started to stroke it. I groaned out loudly and slumped against the headboard of the bed closing my eyes. He moved me around until I was underneath him with my legs outside his. He bent over me and kissed my neck gently while grabbing the condom and opening it up.
Our sex is usually hard, rough and really good. Today is was slow, sensual, passionate and really, really, really good. And for the first time in a long time he wasn't the only one who topped. I don't really like topping mostly because it wares me out faster. But I made an exception tonight for James. And I didn't really go that long. He might have noticed me wearing down faster because he switched us fast and put us in one of our favorite positions. Me on his lap, him flat on his back. To me, that just seems much more personal. Especially when he sat up, holding around my back, and we locked eyes. It was the epitome of love making.
I didn't want to get up, out of bed after a straight two hours of sex. I was sore, and exhausted. But Romeo started barking and I heard a loud yell, from Kendall, telling us him and Carlos were here. I groaned when James untangled us and he got out of bed quickly pulling his shorts back on. He also grabbed a sweater and before walking out of the room he kissed my face, neck and shoulder before running out. I groaned again hearing James walk down the stairs, and Carlos yell for me to come down. When I pushed myself up out of the bed and walked to the bathroom I heard a ring from the bedroom. I groaned again, loud and walked back out to the bedroom. I saw my phone lit up on my nightstand and sat on the bed grabbing it seeing a missed call from Louis. I frowned and pulled up his number calling him back. I stood up and again walked to the bathroom turning on the light and walking to the toilet. The phone rang and rang, but he never answered. I went pee and quickly cleaned myself up before sending him a text, asking if everything was alright and if he needed anything. A huge part of me didn't want him to respond because I just wanted to stay home and spend every second with James. But I was still worried.
It was a drunken night that made me feel good. I woke up at 7, just as James was walking into the bathroom. I stayed in bed, well after getting into a pair of James sweats and one of his big sweatshirts, up until he came out of the bathroom completely dressed. His hair was wet, an still a little messed up but he looked so good. He walked right up to my side of the bed pushed me flat on my back and nuzzled his nose into my neck. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and closed my eyes gritting my teeth. "You okay to drive?" I laughed nervously and nodded squeezing around him tighter. "Well I don't know if you remember last night but Kendall and Carlos crashed here. They were too fucked up to drive. So one of them can drive you home if you can't." I only nodded again biting my bottom lip hoping the tears I felt forming, wouldn't spill out. "You want me to make you a big hot breakfast?" I laughed again but unfortunately felt tears spill out. And so did James. "No tears babe. I'm going to be back in 14 days. That's nothing." I couldn't help the little sob that escaped my lips. James and I haven't really been apart for more than a few hours at a time. Now we were going to be miles apart. I couldn't believe I was about to let all this happen, without being able to stop it. "Come on…you were so happy to get me to take this job. If you do this right now I'm not going." I sobbed a little louder and clutched onto his shirt in the back.
"No…no…I'm fine. I'm just…it's going to be hard to see you leave. I'll be okay. I promise, and you're still going." He laughed quietly and kissed my ear not caring my tears were in the way of his kisses. "We need to get you to the airport. Security ya know."
"Yeah I know. Super excited about that." He pushed off me and started to get off the bed but I was feeling extra clingy this morning. I got up fast wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up on his back. I was literally on him like a monkey on his mother's back. He only laughed wrapping his arms under my knees and standing up. I pushed the side of my face into the side of his and let him give me a piggy back ride to the closet where he grabbed his suitcase, and his carryon bag, I don't know when he packed. He held me up tight while carrying his bags, all the way down the stairs. I was too into James and too worried about the few hours I had left with him to even think twice about the bundle of blankets and bodies on the floor of our living room. It wasn't until James threw his bag son the ground, rather loudly making both bodies shoot up. I couldn't look away and I actually think time froze. Both Kendall and Carlos were nude. Completely. And neither one of them went to cover themselves sup. And I couldn't stop staring at their dicks. Kendall was…packing in every sense of the word. And he wasn't even hard. Carlos was okay but it was Kendall…I was kind of mesmerized by his cock. "Cover your dicks!" James turned us fast so we weren't looking at them. My cheeks were beat red and I pushed my face into his shoulder. "God…I can't believe I'm going to be leaving you alone for 14 days with these idiots."