Forever

For the first few minutes, they were both silent. In some ways, it felt like the very first time they made love. Chester's shirt was already on the floor, and Mike had a nervous energy in the pit of his stomach as he traced over Chester's flames, then up, drawing the pirate onto Chester's elbow from memory. Mike watched his husband's eyes slide closed as he moved over to his collarbone and drew the scrolls and initials too. Mike could picture each and every tattoo, even when they weren't there. He'd drawn them on paper more times than he could recall.

"You're beautiful," Mike whispered, letting his fingers slip down Chester's skin and hover above the black studded belt. "I always thought so. I was always fascinated by your skin." He hooked his finger into the belt buckle and tugged it gently.

Chester took a half step into the pull, a slight smile on his face. He reached up to touch Mike's cheek. "It was your eyes that pulled me in," he whispered back. "Everything I ever needed to know I got from your eyes." He leaned forward, letting his lips hover over Mike's skin before he kissed right under his chin. Mike's goatee scraped at his lips and Chester sighed. "I love you, you know."

It was Mike's turn to smile. He did know. "God, I love you, too." Before Chester could do anything else he dropped to his knees. Both hands were on the belt as he nuzzled his nose to Chester's bellybutton, deeply inhaling the comforting and familiar scent of lavender. He felt Chester's hands go to his hair and he looked up, scrunching his nose to push his glasses up without letting go of the belt.

"Sorry about those," Chester chuckled, moving one hand to push the glasses up for him. "But they make your eyes look bigger. I love them."

"Clearly." Mike started to unbuckle the belt, not taking his eyes off Chester's face. "I can't get over how you look. I mean, I don't ever remember thinking you looked older. You never seemed to change." He had the belt hanging open, and the weight pulled the waistband of the heavy denims down, exposing the top of Chester's bright red underwear. Mike's eyes flicked down to them and then back up. "I like these."

Chester wiggled his hips, letting the jeans slip down a little more. "You're taking a long time to do that," he whined, knowing he could shove his pants off himself but would never deny Mike the pleasure.

Mike sat back on his heels and ran his hands down Chester's still covered thighs. "No need to rush, love. We've got forever to do this." Even as he said the words, his own body was begging for some contact, and Mike tried to focus on getting Chester naked instead of the desire to touch himself.

"That just means we can do this over and over again. That doesn't mean you can make it take forever just to torture me." Chester leaned his head back and took a deep breath, trying to find some patience. All he wanted to go was grab Mike's shoulders and haul him up, them deposit him on the bed while he stripped off their clothes in a rush. He knew Mike was right, though. There was no need to be frantic. They had all the time they could ever want.

"Torture?" Mike echoed, a playful flip in his voice. "Is this torture?" He leaned forward, his lips connecting with the front of Chester's underwear. He breathed warm air out through his mouth, teasing the half hard cock underneath. There was a twitch under his lips, an obvious sign that Chester wanted him, and Mike felt the desire curling through his stomach, the electricity shooting down his arms and legs. He wrapped his arms around Chester's legs and slid his hands up, cupping his husband's ass firmly and pulling him closer.

"Yesss," Chester hissed, his head dropping forward and one hand finding Mike's blue hair. He laced his fingers through the tinted locks and gave it a slight tug as Mike mouthed him through his underwear. "It's been so long."

Slowly Mike felt his way across Chester's ass, his fingers hooking into the top of the jeans to pull them down while he continued kissing along the covered outline of Chester's erection. He felt Chester's other hand steadying himself before he lifted first one foot, then the other for Mike to pull the pants all the way off. All he had on when Mike looked up was the red underwear and the arm full of bracelets, and Mike reached out to catch Chester's left hand when he moved to unclasp them.