him, filling him with heat; he kissed him like there was no oxygen and only Arjen could save him from suffocating. Arjen melted into him like he always did, hands coming up to grip Max’s lapels, and Max slid a hand down his spine to yank him against him so tight Arjen gasped. He kissed Arjen into breathless silence before finally taking his mouth away. “No more talking,” Max said.
Arjen was flustered, trying to catch his breath. He said nothing.
Max took his hand. Arjen glared at him, but did not pull away. His shoulders were stiff, his spine a straight line.
Max must be getting soft. Because he ached for the day that Arjen would reach out to take his hand of his own accord.
He led Arjen on a winding path back and forth across the sunlit park. Long slants of light painted the grass in shades of pale gold. The occasional crisp leaf crunched underfoot. A squirrel shot across their path and leaped up into the nearest tree in a blink. Max squeezed Arjen’s hand, tentatively. No response.
They entered the wood. The trees were closely clustered, gnarled roots reaching out to trip them. A dense canopy of leaves tinted the sunlight green. As they moved deeper, the screams of delighted children died away and stillness closed in on them, a silence so deep that each footfall sent ripples across its surface.
Max was the first to speak. “You didn’t answer your phone last night.”
Arjen was still stiff beside him. Max had not realised how intensely Arjen could bear a grudge; if he had, he might have thought twice about kicking Arjen out of bed that fateful morning. “Why would I? You’d already come over.”
Max let that go. It was probably deserved. Because while Max lay awake at night missing Arjen desperately, wondering if maybe he could tempt Arjen into letting him come over again, he was pretty sure Arjen did nothing of the kind. Arjen just wanted Max to fuck him, then leave.
It would probably be easier to control the situation if Max didn’t want that as well—if Max could leave him hanging for days, waiting for Max to call. The problem was that Max couldn’t keep his hands off him. He had tried life without Arjen and he couldn’t take one more day of it. His hunger was obsessive; he came over every evening after work to fuck Arjen, and at weekends he refused to let Arjen out of bed until they were both so exhausted they couldn’t possibly fuck again.
He needed it more than he could admit. The more he could please Arjen, the less likely it would be that Arjen would leave him.
And the sex was fantastic, it always was with Arjen, but afterward there was always the silence. That loaded silence, weighted with tension, in which Max heard the echoes of every harsh word he’d ever said.
He couldn’t stand the hush any more. He switched his grip on Arjen to his upper arm and dragged him off the path into a secluded glade. The grass spread out before them, green and scented. A shaft of sunlight slid through a gap in the canopy to strike sparks off the silver waters of a little stream. That was all the impression he let Arjen get in the split second before he pushed Arjen up against a tree and kissed him again.
That familiar spark of hunger caught and kindled into a blaze. Max captured his mouth fiercely, taking his lower lip between his teeth. When Max bit down gently, Arjen caught his breath. Max could never resist that little hitch in his chest, so he nuzzled along the roughness of Arjen’s jaw to nip at his ear, lick down his throat, suck on the hot skin. Arjen tipped his head back against the bark with a groan, inviting more.
Max rubbed up against him, slow and hot, enjoying getting him worked up. Arjen grabbed him by the belt to drag him closer. Max slid a knee up between his thighs, pressing against the hot bulge in his jeans. “Nobody’s coming,” Max murmured against his throat, finding the pulse gently with his mouth. “Unless you scream too loud.”
“Shut up.” Arjen pulled him down into
Arjen was flustered, trying to catch his breath. He said nothing.
Max took his hand. Arjen glared at him, but did not pull away. His shoulders were stiff, his spine a straight line.
Max must be getting soft. Because he ached for the day that Arjen would reach out to take his hand of his own accord.
He led Arjen on a winding path back and forth across the sunlit park. Long slants of light painted the grass in shades of pale gold. The occasional crisp leaf crunched underfoot. A squirrel shot across their path and leaped up into the nearest tree in a blink. Max squeezed Arjen’s hand, tentatively. No response.
They entered the wood. The trees were closely clustered, gnarled roots reaching out to trip them. A dense canopy of leaves tinted the sunlight green. As they moved deeper, the screams of delighted children died away and stillness closed in on them, a silence so deep that each footfall sent ripples across its surface.
Max was the first to speak. “You didn’t answer your phone last night.”
Arjen was still stiff beside him. Max had not realised how intensely Arjen could bear a grudge; if he had, he might have thought twice about kicking Arjen out of bed that fateful morning. “Why would I? You’d already come over.”
Max let that go. It was probably deserved. Because while Max lay awake at night missing Arjen desperately, wondering if maybe he could tempt Arjen into letting him come over again, he was pretty sure Arjen did nothing of the kind. Arjen just wanted Max to fuck him, then leave.
It would probably be easier to control the situation if Max didn’t want that as well—if Max could leave him hanging for days, waiting for Max to call. The problem was that Max couldn’t keep his hands off him. He had tried life without Arjen and he couldn’t take one more day of it. His hunger was obsessive; he came over every evening after work to fuck Arjen, and at weekends he refused to let Arjen out of bed until they were both so exhausted they couldn’t possibly fuck again.
He needed it more than he could admit. The more he could please Arjen, the less likely it would be that Arjen would leave him.
And the sex was fantastic, it always was with Arjen, but afterward there was always the silence. That loaded silence, weighted with tension, in which Max heard the echoes of every harsh word he’d ever said.
He couldn’t stand the hush any more. He switched his grip on Arjen to his upper arm and dragged him off the path into a secluded glade. The grass spread out before them, green and scented. A shaft of sunlight slid through a gap in the canopy to strike sparks off the silver waters of a little stream. That was all the impression he let Arjen get in the split second before he pushed Arjen up against a tree and kissed him again.
That familiar spark of hunger caught and kindled into a blaze. Max captured his mouth fiercely, taking his lower lip between his teeth. When Max bit down gently, Arjen caught his breath. Max could never resist that little hitch in his chest, so he nuzzled along the roughness of Arjen’s jaw to nip at his ear, lick down his throat, suck on the hot skin. Arjen tipped his head back against the bark with a groan, inviting more.
Max rubbed up against him, slow and hot, enjoying getting him worked up. Arjen grabbed him by the belt to drag him closer. Max slid a knee up between his thighs, pressing against the hot bulge in his jeans. “Nobody’s coming,” Max murmured against his throat, finding the pulse gently with his mouth. “Unless you scream too loud.”
“Shut up.” Arjen pulled him down into
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