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Authors: Z. A. Maxfield
Tags: M/M romance
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we…do you think we can slam the door on Willard Scott?” He put the food back on the nightstand. “Will you… I want you . I want it to be you…”
Michael understood what he meant, but he needed the words. “Sparky?”
“I want you inside me, Michael, I want you.” Tristan lowered his lashes. “I want… Tonight's been like magic. I want it to be you, tonight. Will you?”
Michael bit back the flip reply that came readily to his lips. He wanted time to think, to consider the consequences. He for sure didn't want to be the cause of anyone's tears or regrets. Hadn't been, as far as he knew, up till now. He rubbed his face with both hands, giving himself a minute. He didn't feel Tristan stiffen next to him, didn't see the deep flush burn his cheeks, so he was wholly unprepared for what came next.
“Shit,” said Tristan, tossing off the covers. “Where are my clothes? Maybe I should have made it a multiple choice question.”
“Hey,” said Michael. “Hey!” He threw his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the wood floor with a slap.
“I'm sorry I took a brief time out of your evening to ponder my life. Won't happen again. TMI, I know.” Tristan stalked out of the room toward the sound of the dryer.
“Look, you're overreacting to a pause in the conversation. Can you just stop?” Michael took Tristan's shoulders and spun him around to face him. “You opened the dialogue—at least be man enough to stay and see where it goes. Come back to bed where you're not cold.” Michael pulled Tristan along the hall by the hand and pushed him gently back into the bed.
Tristan just looked at him, still flushed and stiff. “What?”
“Look, you've got to know, you're the first person who's ever cried after having sex with me. That's a little intimidating.” He sighed. “I just needed time to think. I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have.”
“You haven't hurt me; when did you hurt me?”
“I just thought, maybe, if we took it a little slower… That whole crying thing? Never again, man.” He touched Tristan's face lightly. “I was just trying to think how I'd feel if you regretted it later. If you felt bad about it, whether I wanted to live with that. Surprise, Sparky—it's not just about you.”
“I'm sorry.” Tristan hung his head.
“Are you gay?” asked Michael with a sigh. “Is that your truth?”
“Mmmhmm,” Tristan said into the night. “Yep. Totally gay. And I'm apparently a chick too, because here we are, talking instead of screwing.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Come here.” He slid his arms around Tristan, laughing a little. “You wouldn't believe how much I like you right now.”
“Yep, nothing like a—” He was kissed out of that thought, and didn't have many more before Michael slid his hands along his back and stimulated his skin to goose bumps. “Oh,” he breathed.
“You taste sweet,” said Michael. “Don't ever be afraid to talk to me, and don't run away when you don't get the answer you want… I want you to be happy.”
“Okay,” said Tristan in a small voice as Michael found a sensitive spot on his hipbone with his lips. “In that case…”
Michael stopped what he was doing and gave him his full attention. “What?”
“When it's dark, when it's just us, would you please call me by my given name?” he asked, his eyes serious. “It's important to me. It makes me feel like we're…” He was going to say “lovers,” but lost his nerve.
“That's fine, Tristan,” said Michael seriously. “You won't hold it against me if I slip every now and then till it becomes a habit?”
“No.”
“Thank you for telling me,” he murmured going back to Tristan's skin with his lips. “It's nice when I know what you want.”
“I want you,” Tristan said breathlessly.
Michael smiled against his most sensitive skin, rubbing
Michael understood what he meant, but he needed the words. “Sparky?”
“I want you inside me, Michael, I want you.” Tristan lowered his lashes. “I want… Tonight's been like magic. I want it to be you, tonight. Will you?”
Michael bit back the flip reply that came readily to his lips. He wanted time to think, to consider the consequences. He for sure didn't want to be the cause of anyone's tears or regrets. Hadn't been, as far as he knew, up till now. He rubbed his face with both hands, giving himself a minute. He didn't feel Tristan stiffen next to him, didn't see the deep flush burn his cheeks, so he was wholly unprepared for what came next.
“Shit,” said Tristan, tossing off the covers. “Where are my clothes? Maybe I should have made it a multiple choice question.”
“Hey,” said Michael. “Hey!” He threw his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the wood floor with a slap.
“I'm sorry I took a brief time out of your evening to ponder my life. Won't happen again. TMI, I know.” Tristan stalked out of the room toward the sound of the dryer.
“Look, you're overreacting to a pause in the conversation. Can you just stop?” Michael took Tristan's shoulders and spun him around to face him. “You opened the dialogue—at least be man enough to stay and see where it goes. Come back to bed where you're not cold.” Michael pulled Tristan along the hall by the hand and pushed him gently back into the bed.
Tristan just looked at him, still flushed and stiff. “What?”
“Look, you've got to know, you're the first person who's ever cried after having sex with me. That's a little intimidating.” He sighed. “I just needed time to think. I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have.”
“You haven't hurt me; when did you hurt me?”
“I just thought, maybe, if we took it a little slower… That whole crying thing? Never again, man.” He touched Tristan's face lightly. “I was just trying to think how I'd feel if you regretted it later. If you felt bad about it, whether I wanted to live with that. Surprise, Sparky—it's not just about you.”
“I'm sorry.” Tristan hung his head.
“Are you gay?” asked Michael with a sigh. “Is that your truth?”
“Mmmhmm,” Tristan said into the night. “Yep. Totally gay. And I'm apparently a chick too, because here we are, talking instead of screwing.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Come here.” He slid his arms around Tristan, laughing a little. “You wouldn't believe how much I like you right now.”
“Yep, nothing like a—” He was kissed out of that thought, and didn't have many more before Michael slid his hands along his back and stimulated his skin to goose bumps. “Oh,” he breathed.
“You taste sweet,” said Michael. “Don't ever be afraid to talk to me, and don't run away when you don't get the answer you want… I want you to be happy.”
“Okay,” said Tristan in a small voice as Michael found a sensitive spot on his hipbone with his lips. “In that case…”
Michael stopped what he was doing and gave him his full attention. “What?”
“When it's dark, when it's just us, would you please call me by my given name?” he asked, his eyes serious. “It's important to me. It makes me feel like we're…” He was going to say “lovers,” but lost his nerve.
“That's fine, Tristan,” said Michael seriously. “You won't hold it against me if I slip every now and then till it becomes a habit?”
“No.”
“Thank you for telling me,” he murmured going back to Tristan's skin with his lips. “It's nice when I know what you want.”
“I want you,” Tristan said breathlessly.
Michael smiled against his most sensitive skin, rubbing
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