The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome

69- Penis-clutching, Adam's apples, and Rose-handler's disease

*Gwyn's POV*

Andy was practically levitating off the bed, he was so excited. He even clutched at his penis like a little kid. "I just need to make some calls!" He leaned in to kiss me, beaming, but I put a hand on his chest and gently stopped him, though I was smiling too. He was so fucking adorable!

"I said, we need to talk first! Before you make any calls or arrangements." He gave me a pouty frown, eyebrows drawn together. Then he pried my hand off his chest, put it behind my back, and brought me to him for a long, slow kiss. Afterwards, I was breathless and having difficulty concentrating.

He shot me an intense look. "Look, say all you want and I'll listen. Ask me whatever you want, I don't care, I'll answer. But I want you to come with me; my mind won't change. I fucking know it won't.

"I am comfortable around you. I enjoy being around you. I dunno, words aren't enough here, the point is that you can say whatever you want, but I'm confident that I know what I want, and I want you: Doctor Gwyn Hageman." He rubbed my back and smiled at me, his confidence returned.

I melted into his arms and kissed his neck. It was salty from our exertions. He held me, and we hugged for a while. "Andy, you're a crazy, stubborn motherfucker." He chuckled. His voice really was so deep and full. It was really sexy. I loved his knobby Adam's apple, I thought about how they developed in males in response to sex hormones. Maybe that's why Andy's was so prominent. The thought made me giggle.

"Anyway, can we please fucking shower? I am totally gross here. And your arms are covered with scratches from all those roses; you should probably be careful to keep them clean, so they don't get infected, you loony bastard. You know there's even a weird disease that roses can give you, that florists get, from handling roses? Like some kind of fungus." I ran my left fingers over the top of his right forearm, the inside of which was still bumpy and irritated. I couldn't remember which one of the fungi it was for sure... It wasn't Crypto...

Andy grinned, unimpressed with the threat of imminent doom from rose-handling. "Is that so? I just wanted to impress the hell out of you, and get you to accept my apology." Merriment danced in his eyes. "It seems to have worked. And showering sounds good. Then can we get something to eat? All that sexin' made me hungry!"

He saw me starting to protest, "You can talk while we eat, but I'm hungry, woman!" And he kissed me, at first just a quick kiss, but then he opened his mouth and slid his tongue against mine. I couldn't help but respond to the firm pressure of his lips with a whimper. When he finally broke the kiss my head was in the clouds. I could tell I had gotten wet again, I felt the excitement starting to leak down my inner thigh. Andy looked at me, grinned, and said cheerily, "So, shower?"