Page 80 of Meet You in the Waves
So I’d gone and missed my time with him.
He must have felt bad for getting cross with me because he later sent a video he had recorded of himself singing with his guitar. I’d opened it while I was on that training course and almost died as his beautiful voice sang the words to Pink Floyd’sWish You Were Herefor me. Made it all worthwhile. He did that a lot for me actually. Sent me clips of his music, usually with him singing the lyrics. Probably because he knew how much I loved hearing him sing. Could have died a peaceful, happy existence with just that sound of his voice in my heart for the rest of my days.
The weekend before that, Ajay had been in Melbourne touring with one of the musical ensembles he played with at the Con. He’d sent me videos of the shows he’d performed in and I’d been so proud of him my heart was almost bursting, him looking so sexy in his black tux. But it also meant I hadn’t been able to see him.
It was almost as bad as the time Ajay and I flew down to Tassie to visit his mum and Tim a few months back. Alison had been making a much bigger effort with her son since Christmas time when she had made him feel so lonely and abandoned. Our trip to Tassie wasn’t the first time I’d met Alison. She had been true to her word and came up to Sydney a few weeks after summer break and I had met her then. I’d been a little conflicted and hadn’t been feeling all that kindly towards her at the time but then I remembered that she had created the most perfect boy on the planet and he patently adored her, so I learnt to set those emotions aside and forgive.
Besides, Alison had taken quite the liking to me. She’d told me so herself that I was a far better fit for her son than that ‘awful ex-girlfriend’ had been. Her words, not mine. Well, my words too but it was good to agree with your future in-laws about the important stuff.
The trip down to Tassie, however, happened smack bang in the middle of winter – quite the shock for a South Coast boy like me. Ajay had warned me to pack for the cold but I never could have expected it would bethatkind of cold. I didn’t even know Australia did winters like that with snow caps on the nearby mountaintops and ice on the ground. But I’d loved visiting the place where Ajay had grown up, meeting his friends, seeing where they used to hang. The place that had been so important to him and was part of his identity. Just like my South Coast was a part of me.
Even Tim turned out to be not too bad once you got to know him, just kind of a bit self-focused and entitled if I was honest. But Alison was trying really hard to make sure she gave Ajay enough time and love and I appreciated her efforts. For his sake.
Ajay’s house was a tiny little turn of the century cottage with just two bedrooms that shared an adjoining wall. That paper thin wall had severely roadblocked the sexy times I had beenimagining in my head in the lead up to our holiday. There really was nothing like lying in bed beside the hottest, sexiest guy I’d ever known and not being able to do much more than kiss him silently. Ajay really didn’t know how to be quiet and I hadn’t dared risk putting the future in-laws offside by debauching their son inside the family home.
And so I’d silently burned right there in the midst of the freezing cold temperatures. The irony was not lost on me.
And right now, just like that time in Tassie, I was positively aching for my boyfriend and his delicious body.
I’d just dropped Dad off at the hotel he was staying in for the night before I raced across the city and found a park on the street where Ajay and Dane lived. I raced up the stairs of their apartment, breathless and heart pounding from excitement and adrenaline when I knocked on the door.
Dane answered, a smug grin on his face as he looked me up and down, leaning up against the doorframe.
“Fifty bucks to take your woman out for a nice meal,” I offered, pulling the cash straight from my wallet.
“Fifty bucks will get us a nice bottle of wine,” Dane mulled, as he lifted the money from my fingers.
“You and your fancy taste,” I grimaced, opening my wallet for another fifty. He plucked it from my fingers with a satisfied grin as he grabbed his keys and phone from the side table.
“You and Ajay are so easy. Just so you know, Ajay already paid me with a month’s worth of dishes to get the place to himself.”
“Just so you know, I would have paid double for the pleasure,” I returned.
Dane scoffed. “I would have taken the fifty.”
We shared a laugh, still navigating this new truce between us. It was made a lot easier by the simple fact we both adored our brown eyed boy and Ajay hated the angst between us. So we bothtried, for his sake. And maybe a little for our own too because I had to admit it was nice having some kind of relationship with my younger brother again.
“He’s in his room,” Dane added as he backed out of the door, leaving me blessedly alone with my Ajay.
I could hear his guitar and the soft sound of his melodic voice and I headed that way like a sailor caught in a siren’s net. I leant up against his doorframe, setting aside my impatience to be inside him by the only thing that could have stopped me in my tracks. I would give up pretty much anything for the purest of pleasures of listening to Ajay sing.
He was on his bed, guitar in hand and earbuds in his ears as he played along to a track on his laptop. He hadn’t seen me yet and I just let my eyes feast on this boy who had so captivated me. I was just a big, melted puddle for him, my boy with his brown curls, those chocolatey eyes I could lose myself in for days, and that angelic face that could launch a thousand ships. The one that hid the far more exciting truth.
Ajay faltered in his song, his hand brushing back the loose curl that had fallen into his eyes, the one I had been itching to touch. But the action brought his eyes up and I watched the way they lit up as he set them on me.
“Nicky,” he sighed, my name like a whispered prayer as that beautiful smile crossed his face.
In no time at all, his guitar and laptop were swept aside and he was in my arms. I had so much to say to him, so much to talk about but that could wait. Kissing him could not wait as we set about to break records for devouring each other as his tongue tangled with mine.
My hands were everywhere, fisting his curls while simultaneously running down his gorgeous body, cupping that ass I had big plans for later on. My hands landed on his cheeks and I angled his head in that way that allowed me to take fullpossession of his mouth as Ajay moaned under me. I backed him up until his knees hit the bed.
“Get naked, Ajay,” I rasped, breaking our ferocious kiss for just enough time for him to shuck his t-shirt over his head. I was already done, my hands on his jeans button as I backed him onto the bed.
“Why are you wearing jeans?” I huffed. “So hard to take off.”
“It’s cold out,” Ajay answered a little defensively, the two of us doing everything we could to get them down his legs.
It was not our finest moment but I was desperate and impatient as we both grabbed for each other’s dicks, pumping each other hard as our kiss turned sloppy and messy and soon Ajay was making those breathy moans that only spurred me on. I had wanted his ass but this was just too good and I knew I was likely far too impatient to prep him. It had been three weeks too so it wasn’t like I could just sink into him like I’d probably be able to do tomorrow morning. After I’d had my way with him a few times.
