30 Days Too Late

Vacation

Rudy

"You'd attack in a squiggle line to throw off their defense," I explain to Dexter.

"And you will be...where?" he asks.

"By the net, waiting to back up your goals," I answer.
He nods and his head drools as he falls into rest. I pull his head, positioning it on my shoulder. "Are you sure you want to travel today, you just got out of the hospital?" I ask.

"I'll be fine Rudy...don't worry," he mumbles. He sneezes and I rub under his nose with a tissue.

"Wow that was a cute one," I smile.

"Shut up, Rudy," he groans. He sneezes twice  more times and they're high pitch as well.

"Allergies," he sniffles.

"Hold on let me see you," I insist.

"You look better but I think we should go back to the hospital to make sure everything's alright," I state.

"Do you trust me?" he asks and I nod.

"I'm fine, Rue. My cold is gone," he smiles.

"I'm getting better," he adds but the alarms going off in my head tell me differently. He connects our lips and lies me back, allowing our bodies to tangle. "Do you think the team will accept us?" he asks.

"Why does it matter if they do or not?" I reply. His hands intertwine with mine and he pins them to my bed as he gets lost in his head.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I demand to keep him talking.

I rest my legs at his sides. "The worst... I believe it to be so bad if I say it out loud it'll come true," he answers.

He sits up, and his hands slide down my thighs, riding up my shorts to reveal my birthmark. "Dex, people will judge and curse just because they're shitty. We won't prove ourselves," I whisper.

"We kiss and hold hands in public—why do you care so much about the team's opinion?" I ask.

"Because..." he hesitates.

"Hm?" I encourage him to continue.

"They're my only friends. I mean, you're my best friend, Rue. While we were separated, they were there for me. You saw their faces," he explains. "You were my only friend, the only person in my life, Rue Rue. I was alone and had to learn to make friends, so I don't want to lose them. I feel like I've broken their trust," he whispers.

I sit up, and he straddles me, his weight a comforting presence. I pull his head down to my neck, embracing him tightly. "I hear you, Dex," I whisper, rubbing his back gently. "So, what should we do about this? I want you to decide."

He lifts his head, locking eyes with me, his gaze intense and sincere. "Hold hands on the bus," he says with quiet determination.

"Sounds easy, doesn't it?" I ask, a small smile forming on my lips.

"Yes," he nods, his confidence mirrored in his eyes.

I untuck his hair on the left to expose his birthmark and he leans into my palm. I press my lips to his, they're soft like warm pillows. Our eyes close and he runs a hand through my hair. Even though Dex's larger, he allows me to control his hips. He leans back a little and I follow his mouth. "Feels good," he mumbles.

"Mmgh," I send a moan down his throat.

His hips start to move on their own in an eager way. I'm pressed back aggressively with his palm. The bridge of his nose is red and so are his ears. He keeps his hand still as he somewhat rides me.  Yet it's not enough, he needs more. He reaches into my drawer and the bottle of lube is pulled. My brows furrow as he pulls down my shorts hungrily. "Dex slow down," I insist, sitting up. sit up.