Sempiterno VI (AlanxJeff)

I want to try

Thank you very much 💗 You Know who 

Jeff

Every morning for the past three weeks, Alan kept the same ritual. Unchanging. A constant that offered me an excuse to watch him in secret from the window, behind the glass that gave me a certain security to peek out without being seen, every now and then. Although, well, perhaps it was more than just "every now and then." Lately, I found myself looking at him with a frequency that far exceeded mere casual interest.

There was something about him, in the way he moved. His strength and gentleness intertwined, forming a hypnotic spectacle that captivated me more each day. When he approached the edge of the pool, his firm yet fluid steps had a steady rhythm, as if he were following a secret choreography just for him, and, in a way, just for me. His figure, in swim trunks, accentuated the muscles of his arms and back; every fiber of his body spoke of balance and dedication, and it was impossible to look away. He dived gracefully into the water, as if in every motion he released something he carried in his chest. And I... I found myself lost in that scene.

Alan swam as if water were his natural element, as if this routine of two laps of butterfly, two of backstroke, and two of freestyle connected him to something deeper. He never hesitated, never missed a beat in the precision of his movements. And, as the minutes passed, I felt as if a kind of heavy calm, mixed with something deeper, anchored me to that corner of the window. I couldn't stop watching each muscle flex under the water, the grooves of his arms and back, the way his body moved with an almost ethereal grace. He was... perfect. And he was my husband. That word resonated within me in a way that still felt strange, unreal. Seeing his figure emerge from the pool, dripping water as if the sun paid him tribute, a strange warmth crept into me, rising from my chest to my cheeks, forcing me to look away—only to return my gaze to him almost immediately.

Alan kept his promise: he never tried to touch me beyond what we had agreed. Just kisses. But when he kissed me... it was different. Each kiss of his was like a current that wrapped around me, that made me float and fall at the same time. His mouth, firm and soft, took me to places within myself that I didn't know. His warmth seeped through every cell of my skin, and in those moments, my fingers almost clung to the air, searching for a place to anchor myself so as not to completely lose myself in his closeness, secretly wishing he would break that last barrier and hold me closer. But he always stopped. Always pulled away, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, as if fighting against something he couldn't allow himself to feel. And in the silence that followed, a thread of longing hung in the air, tangible and vibrant.

I didn't know if it was fear that held me back or that shyness that had always accompanied me, but the desire to get closer to him was so deep it scared me. It wasn't just curiosity. It was a growing need, a longing that began to choke me in my chest every time I saw him move, every time he brushed against me, even in the most innocent way. Deep down, I surprised myself imagining what it would be like to have him closer, to feel his hands beyond those kisses that left me on the verge of losing control.

Right in the midst of those thoughts, Way's voice broke through with a teasing tone that made me jump slightly in my chair. My heart pounded, the heat of embarrassment spreading to my cheeks, unable to hide my discomfort.

"Why are you hiding? He's your husband; you can look," he whispered, amused, with a smile that he didn't bother to conceal.

"You don't even knock anymore," I muttered, still embarrassed, not daring to meet his eyes.

"I did, but you were so lost drooling over my brother you didn't hear me," he replied with a knowing smile, his words laced with lighthearted teasing that resonated in my chest.

"I wasn't... I wasn't doing that," I tried to defend myself, though the words came out weaker than I'd expected, as if even I couldn't convince myself.

Way sat next to me, his smile reflecting his familiar confidence, leaving a box on the table. He looked at me with a mix of mischief and affection as he said, "I thought you guys would have made some progress, but it seems you're still the same." His words had that usual cold, serious tone. Then he handed me the box. "A gift for you. They're foreign chocolates."