Page 17 of The Masks We Wear
“Yeah,” he replies, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag about me and you.”
“Oh really?” I smirk and cross my arms, ready to give him a hard time. “And what about me and you, huh?”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “The others know you got me wrapped around your perfect finger. My heart’s all torn up about you.”
My cheeks burn, but I reach into my pocket and whip out the green ring. “As I recall, you wrapped yourself around my finger.”
His smile drops and he gasps quietly. “You still have it…”
“Jamal…” I roll my eyes. “How many Halloweens are we gonna play this game?” We both chuckle, and I lean in closer. “I’ve tried getting over you, but there’s no one else. I want you, darlin’.” I give my best impression of a Southern drawl and we both end up in a giggle fit.
Once we calm down, I lean in and kiss him, letting the lights of New York City shine on us like sparkling stars. Pulling back, I catch my breath and hold his trembling hands. The familiar worry creeps up my spine again. “Jamal…tomorrow morning, in the light of day…”
“Hey…hey…” He grabs my face like it’s a lifeline and he’s a drowning man. He looks me square in the eyes. “Jung…I’m real, I promise. I’m here.”
“But for how long?”
His eyes dart with worry, then he kisses me again slowly. We take time tasting each other’s mouths, luxuriating in the perfection of the Halloween night.
An eternity later, he pulls back and says, “I’m staying in a hotel not too far from here. Can we continue this conversation there, darlin’?”
My knees go weak and a hopeful smile spreads across both our faces. He has to know his power over me when he calls me that.
One tension-filled cab ride later, we end up in Jamal’s hotel room. In the dark of the night, we stand before each other, two warm bodies with no masks on. The light of the bathroom is barely enough to see, but I don’t blink as I take Superhero in for the first time in months. The faint glow accentuates a perfect atmosphere, and I feel my guard falling, shattering to the floor.
I’m not Kitty Cat. He’s not Superhero. We’re finally Jung and Jamal, everything familiar and so new at the same time.
I take in a tenuous breath, staring him right in the eye. He seems to be fighting his nerves, and I know I need to take the lead. “This isn’t just…a Halloween thing, right?”
He blinks, then mutters, “No. It hasn’t been fer quite some time, darlin’.”
“You’re not going to disappear in the morning?”
“Not without you,” he replies, a small curve to his lips.
Without thinking, I peel off my shirt. Slowly, he does the same, revealing a landscape of sinewy muscle and perfect skin. We stand for a moment, mirroring each other, mere inches separating our chests. Finally, after waiting an eternity, I put my hands on his hips and lean in.
Jamal and I allow our mouths to meet, kissing at a languid pace. Nothing about this is a hurried rush. We allow ourselves to savor the taste of each other. His hands find my shoulders, neck, and scalp. As we kiss, tongues exploring the other’s mouth, his fingers settle on my jaw. As the room heats up, I manage to pull back enough to ask, “Shower?”
Pulling back, his brown eyes glint in a promising way as he smiles a naughty grin. “Together?”
“Always.”
A minute later, we’re both stripped, and I’ve turned on the showerhead. It’s not a sexy bathroom by any means, but seeing the guy I’m crazy about standing here makes it perfect. He’s an over two-year-old illusion brought back to life. Jamal magically procures condoms and lube, and I bite back my grin.
Tossing open the curtain, I stand under the warm water. I close my eyes and enjoy the perfect temperature. Then, in my boldest move yet, I hike my left leg to the top of the tub. The water isn’t running too hard, so I feel a nice grip on both feet as well as the handlebar rod on my right—how convenient.
Then, I unashamedly prep myself, knowing Jamal is watching me.
“You want me, darlin’?” I turn my head to see his heated stare as he crowds me in the shower.Too much space.
“I want you, Jamal.” The water is barely a trickle, as I don’t want him to lose grip anywhere. “Take care of me tonight?”
“I got you, Jung. I got you, baby.” He lines his hard cock up while he grips my shoulder and kisses my neck.
“I’m yours, Jamal.”
“I’m yours too,” he replies, muttering against my neck. I turn my head to kiss him once, a sweet lingering taste, before I shift back around. Bracing myself, Jamal’s chest gets closer, and I feel his cock touch my hole. A moment later, my whole world is thrown upside-down as he slowly but surely enters me.
