Everything he did was for me. And everything I did was for him.
I broke his heart.
A heart I cherished.
A heart he entrusted me with.
A heart he loved me with.
This was the last place I thought I'd see him.
This was the last way I thought we'd m...
I still can't believe I'm here. Naked in Linny's bed with an equally naked Linny.
I smile watching him drool over his arm. He lies on his stomach with his arm under his head like a pillow.
I should wake him up. It's already five in the afternoon, he'd be hungry. And want a bath after I dirtied him up good last night and pretty much half of the morning. Nobody else could make me burn that hot like my Linny. My cock is sore but happy.
Making up for lost time boy. I mentally said to it. I let my eyes travel Linny's slender back. The sheets stop just above his ass. His back dotted with hickeys. God I love hickeying him up. They look beautiful against his pale skin. Kissing on his neck, lick at some of my marks.
"Stop," he whines. I continue down his spine and back up.
"Jaime stop," I freeze when he flips onto his back.
Who is Jaime?
He opens his eyes and I just stare. Is Jaime his boyfriend? Lover?
"Theodore!" he gasps. That hurt. Just a few hours earlier he was screaming Teddy.
"Who's Jaime," his mouth open and closes a few times.
"He's um... He's a dog," I quirk an eyebrow at him. Fuck buddy?
"A four pound pumpek," he adds and I sigh in relief.
"Hungry?" he giggles when his stomach roars. I chuckle getting out of bed and going into his kitchen.
I poke around the fridge and make us a couple of turkey sandwiches. Placing them on a plate I pour us one big glass of juice and return to the bedroom.
Linny is nibbling away at his lip. He does that when he's thinking.
"Stop thinking so hard," he jumps at the sound of my voice and blushes at my nakedness.
I want to ask him about his tattoo last night but I refrain. I can't wrap my brain around him actually getting a tattoo.
"Here eat," I hand him one of the sandwiches and sat beside him, my back against the head board too. I pull the sheets up to my waist when Linny keeps staring at me shyly, cheeks pink. I can remember a time when we had naked picnics inside on the space between the kitchen and living room of our tiny apartment.
"Thanks," he bites into his sandwich and I follow suit. We eat in relative silence. We awkwardly glance at each other every few moments. The tension between us back again. Then Linny burps loudly, his hands covering his mouth in surprise. I stare at him wondering how such a loud burp could come from him. He was always a tiny thing. He giggles behind his hand and my laughter join his giggles.
"God! We needed that. It was just so awkward," he laughs looking at me. I nod grinning at him and finishing my sandwich.
"You would think we nuked the world instead of just fucking last night," my laughter dies off.
Just fucked? Not made love?
"Don't know about you but I made love to you last night," I mumble getting off the bed and going into the bathroom. I turn on the taps for the shower all the while wondering what the fuck was that?
Just fucked?
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