THE ONLY EXCEPTION (BOYXBOY)

Chapter Twenty Three: M then D

                “What the hell was that for?” I yelled finally. Looking back he tried to cover himself with his hands.

                “See if I put out tonight.” He said then disappeared into the room. I couldn’t stop the laughter as I followed after him.

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After a rousing game of ‘Let’s kiss and make up’ we lay in bed reacquainting ourselves with one another. When six rolled around Micah shooed me off to shower. I was washing my hair when I felt a pair of hands glide down over my thighs. Leaning forward I rinsed the shampoo from my hair as the exploring fingers kept getting closer and closer to my hardening length.

                “I thought maybe we should have a preview of tonight.” He whispered as he pressed his body to mine. At the moment I would have agreed to anything. I hadn’t realized it but I was desperate for Micah. Bracing myself against the ivory tiles I let him take some of the shower gel in his hand and stroke me. I couldn’t stop my hips. They were on automatic. I wanted the rhythm to go faster. I needed it to speed up but Micah had other plans.

                “Relax.” He said kissing my temple. Turning my head slightly I let out lips connect. His tongue demanding entry inside my mouth. I felt his hands leave from the front and slide back towards my butt. He massaged it with his strong fingers slowly making his way to the cleft. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as his fingers explored further. When his fingertips reached my hole I gasped. I literally fell weak at the knees.

                “Turn around.” He said pressing his finger against my hole. Slowly my body turned towards him. Our bodies rubbing against each other under the spray of the warm water. I felt like I was drowning. By the time we’d gotten ready to get into some serious business there was a knock at the door.

                “Ignore it.” I groaned as his middle finger joined his index finger inside me. A few minutes later there was another knock.

                “Room service.” Pausing Micah pulled the shower curtain back and crammed his neck to spot the clock on the wall.

                “It’s eight o’clock.” He said astonished. I stood there with two fingers up my ass blinking like an owl.

                “Are you serious?” There was another knock at the door.  Pulling his fingers free Micah jumped from the shower and grabbed a robe. Making his way to the door he let the bellboy in. I could hear the cart rolling over the threshold of the door.

                “Sorry about that. I was in the shower. Micah said to the guy.

                “No problem Mr. Phillips. As ordered your eight o’clock dinner. Do you wish for me to set it up on the deck?” By then I’d cut the shower off and climbed out. Snagging a towel from the rack I wrapped it around my waist. I was about to step out when I spotted two pair of fluffy house shoes. Stuffing my feet inside a pair I grinned down at my wiggling toes.

                “Having fun?” Looking to the door I caught sight of Micah grinning at me. Nodding I made my over and pecked him lightly on the lips. It only took the bellboy a few minutes to set the deck up. When he was gone with a generous tip in hand we sat down to a feast of baked lobster tails, sautéed scallops and mixed green salad. Micah poured me more sparkling cider as we enjoyed our meal. It was like the nervousness he’d had before was gone. He was my regular Micah again. It didn’t feel forced or anything like it did before. Our conversation flowed like water and for a second I forgot everything I’d been through. It was going on eleven when the bellboy came to retrieve the cart. After the door closed Micah grabbed me by the hips and swung me to the bed. I landed in the mist of the covers. Fighting my way out I stuck my tongue out.

                “You better watch it or I’ll put that tongue to work.” He said peeling off his robe. Climbing to my knees I tugged at my towel.

                “You promise?” Laughing he joined me on the bed. After ten minutes of a heated kissing debate I pulled back to yawn. After covering my mouth I looked to Micah and blushed.

                “That was so not sexy. I’m so sorry.” Shaking his head he started to cover us with the comforter.

                “It’s alright… besides you’re sexy when you yawn.” There was that feeling again. Just when things we going great it had to rear its ugly head. Why wouldn’t it go the hell away?

                “Are we finishing what we started in the shower?” I asked as another yawn came. Shaking his head he pulled the pillows just right and lay me down.

                “No… as much as I want to I know you’re about to fall asleep and I want you wide awake when I finally get inside you.” I could feel sleep tugging at my consciousness. Wrapping his arms around me I listened to the hum of his heart as I drifted blissfully away.

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 I hunkered down and ignored the pain. I refused to give up. I will be victorious!!!

Music by the Late Great Luther Vandross. If Only For One Night