GUILTY (Mxm)

11

Jerome's hands roamed Declan's sweat-drenched skin, craving every inch of him. Their bodies entwined, moving in perfect sync. Moans filled the air, a symphony of passion.

"More," Jerome whispered, his voice husky with need.

Declan's soft touch ignited fires within him. Jerome's thoughts swirled, consumed by the memories of their time apart. Who had touched Declan like this while he was locked away? The unknown fueled his desire, driving him to claim every part of Declan.

His lips devoured Declan's, their tongues dancing. Jerome's fingers dug into Declan's hips, pulling him closer.

"Mine," Jerome breathed, his voice barely audible.

Declan's gentle whispers soothed his frazzled nerves. "Forever yours, Jerome."

Jerome's grip tightened, his body demanding more. Declan's exhaustion was palpable, but Jerome couldn't stop. He needed to reassert his claim, to erase the ghosts of their separation.

Days had passed since Declan stopped working from the office, dedicating himself to Jerome's healing. His love and patience were Jerome's anchor, calming the storm within.

As they peaked together, Jerome's thoughts whispered: You're mine, only mine.

Afterward, Declan's arms enveloped him, holding him close. "I love you, Jerome."

Jerome's response was a gentle kiss, his eyes locked onto Declan's. "I love you too."

In that moment, nothing else existed. Only their love, their passion, and the unspoken promise: no one would ever come between them.

Declan's fingers traced Jerome's jawline, his eyes filled with adoration. "You're doing better, my love. The nightmares are fading."

Jerome nodded, his gaze drifting downward. "Thanks to you. You've been here for me every step."

Declan's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Always. I promised to support you through everything."

Jerome's thoughts lingered on Declan's sacrifices. "You stopped working from the office...for me."

Declan's expression softened. "You needed me, and I was there. That's what matters."

Jerome's heart swelled with gratitude. "I don't deserve you."

Declan's arms tightened around him. "You deserve all the love in the world, Jerome. And I'm honored to give it to you."

Their lips met in a tender kiss, the world outside fading away.

Days turned into weeks, and Jerome's anxiety continued to wane. Declan's unwavering support and love were his guiding lights.

One morning, as they sipped coffee together, Declan mentioned, "I might need to go back to the office soon."

Jerome's grip on his cup tightened. "Do you have to?"

Declan's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Eventually. But I promise, I'll always prioritize you."

Jerome nodded, his mind racing with the thought of Declan returning to work.

Jerome paced around the empty house, his mind racing with thoughts of Declan. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled in his stomach every time Declan left for work.

"Stop it, Jerome," he muttered to himself, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

But he couldn't help it. Declan's captivating appearance haunted him. Those fiery red locks, piercing blue eyes, and chiseled features made him the epitome of perfection. His 6'4" frame commanded attention, and Jerome knew he wasn't the only one who noticed.

Jerome's thoughts spiralled into a vortex of jealousy. Who was staring at Declan right now? Who was trying to catch his eye? The mere idea of someone else coveting his lover made Jerome's skin crawl.

He clenched his fists, feeling his nails dig into his palms. Why did Declan have to be so beautiful? Why did he have to be so charming?

Jerome's mind conjured images of Declan's interactions with his employees. Did they flirt with him? Did they try to get close?

He pulled at his hair, the tension building in his scalp. "Stop, stop, stop," he whispered, trying to silence his thoughts.

But they persisted.

Jerome's emotions seesawed between love and possessiveness. He loved Declan with every fibre of his being, but this obsessive need to own him, to keep him safe from prying eyes, was suffocating.

He felt like he was losing control.

Suddenly, Jerome's phone buzzed, breaking the spell. A text from Declan:

"Hey, love. Missing you. How's your day?"

Jerome's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering anxiety.

"I miss you too," he typed, forcing a smile onto his face. "My day's okay. Just thinking about you."

Declan's response came quickly: "Aw, I love you. Almost done here. See you soon."

Jerome's tension eased slightly. Soon, Declan would be home, and he could breathe again.