Page 41 of What I've Tasted of Desire

Idiot…

I threw the decorative pillows off the side of the bed, folded down the comforter to the foot, and turned the sheets down, ready for Alex to climb into.

I arranged the remainder of the candles on the nightstands and the small table before jogging back into the bathroom to grab the lighter and squirt some of the bubble bath into the stream of hot water. The tub was nearly filled.

You’re supposed to put that shit in before the tub is full. Now the water is just cloudy.

I pulled the drain and allowed some of the water to flow out to keep from overflowing the tub as I let more water flow to activate the bubbles.

I grabbed the lighter and ran back into the main room to light the remaining candles.

Less than one minute…

I snatched the bottle of massage oil and unlocked my side of our adjoining doors. I hit the light switch and pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the sunlight, before slipping back into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. Any second now, Alex would make his way through the door into my room and crawl into my bed.

My bed!

I took a few deep breaths, willing my nerves to calm enough to hold the blow-dryer. I heard the adjoining door open and then softly close as I mashed the buttons on the hairdryer, trying to get it to start. Hot air finally began to whirl out of the nozzle, and I held the bottle of oil up against it, turning it every so often to evenly warm the shimmery liquid inside.

“Okay,” I whispered, turning the oil around in my hands again. “It’s going to be nice and slow. We’re gonna start with a massage, and then I’m going to work him open slowly with my fingers, just like we practiced. Then we’ll make love until Alex comes, and then it will be over. Nice and easy. The whole point is to make Alex feel good.”

I wiped the sweat pooling above my brow with the back of my arm and turned the dryer off. Taking a few last moments to stare at my reflection.

“It all comes down to this moment. This is everything that you have worked for.”

It all comes down to this moment.

I knocked lightly on the inside of the bathroom door, as a masseur would, waiting for approval before entering.

Alex’s voice was soft as it hit my ear from the other side, “C-come in.”

I turned the handle and opened the door, my breath hitching as I took in the sight before me. Alex was lying back on the pillows, the sheets draped ever so delicately across his waist. He was bare chested, and I had a pretty good feeling he wasn’t wearing anything under that sheet. The soft flicker from the candle wicks burnished sections of his skin with warm light. I took my time, committing every inch of skin I could see to memory. All those nights I had stared at him through windows. All the pictures I’d worshiped. All the times I’d watched from afar. He would be mine after this. Mineforever. Making love with him would be the consummation of every dream I’d nursed for the last several years. Had any occasion in my life ever been so momentous? So fraught with anticipation?

As I entered the room more fully, Alex bit his lower lip as he raked his eyes over my body. I stood up a little straighter to give him a good view.

Every push-up, every squat, every carb counted, every drop of sweat I had put into this body is for you, Alex. It’s always been for you.

The thin sheet across his waist did little to hide the growing bulge underneath, I even got to see it twitch and tent the sheet as I took a step closer. Seeing Alex get so turned on while looking at me was going to make my pants sticky.

Alex’s gaze bore into me, his lust-blown pupils making his large eyes look almost black in the flickering light. His eyes dropped to the bulge against my thigh, unabashedly staring as his tongue darted out and swiped across his lips.

Jesus fucking Christ. The boy could make Pat Robertson lust after him. All that sinful milky skin, that flat tummy… the trail of hair running from his belly button. The lines of his throat curving around his pronounced Adam’s apple just waiting to be bitten into…

After I’d preened for him for a moment, I made my way up from the foot of the bed and carefully picked up the sheet on either side of his waist while looking away. “Can you turn over, please?”

He nodded and turned over as I held the cover up. Once he was situated, I laid the sheet back down across his waistline and climbed onto the bed. I swung one leg over Alex’s lithe frame and rested my weight on either knee to straddle him.

Alex crossed his arms on the pillow and used them to rest his head on. He opened one eye and peeked back over his shoulder at me as I popped the cap on the massage oil. When I caught his eye, he closed it tight, as if he’d been caught peeping or something.

If he gets any more adorable, you’re gonna have to start renting billboards to plaster his face across.

I leaned over, covering his body gently with mine, the skin-to-skin contact intoxicating. “This is going to be a little warm,” I whispered in his ear, before leaving a small kiss just behind his lobe. I felt the shiver run through him, and my dick twitched against his lower back.

I sat back up, missing the warmth of his skin against mine almost immediately. I put a small drop of the massage oil on my wrist to check the temperature. With the packaging, it was hard to tell how hot the liquid was inside, and I didn’t want to burn him.

The oil was warm and silky, no burn, so I tipped the bottle just above Alex’s shoulder blades and made a drizzle of slick down the length of his back before setting the bottle aside. I put my hands out flat and ran them slowly down both sides of his back, and across his shoulders, to evenly distribute the oil. His silky skin mixed with the warm oil was like velvet and I took my time running my hands up and down the length of his core. I let my hands move like a wave as the oil ran down to his sides and across his rib cage. He let out the smallest, dreamiest little sigh.

I carefully began to apply more pressure as I began to knead the muscles in his shoulders. I could feel the tension leaving Alex’s body beneath me as he allowed himself to sink further into the mattress. I gave the left shoulder the same attention I had given the right, before moving on to his neck and the back of his head—anything to get my fingers into that hair of his.

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