“I don't recall ever eating corn."
"You're serious? Do you eat ?"
"I suppose I could. I've just never seemed to have the need."
Robert reached into the bowl and pulled out a single fluffy piece. “Open up."
Simon hesitated but opened his mouth. Salt and butter and an odd sweet, almost wheat flavor spread over his tongue. The fluffy bit melted, as if deflating against his palate. The strange texture morphed in his mouth even before he could swallow.
Robert's eyes never left his face as he pondered the new taste. “Well? What do you think?"
"I'm not sure. Different. I wasn't sure what to expect."
"How long has it been since you've eaten?"
Simon smiled, his eyes traveling slowly over Robert's body as he remembered the previous night. “I suppose that depends on what you'd consider a meal."
Robert laughed. “You do have a sense of humor after all. I like this side of you."
Robert grabbed the popcorn and shifted to sprawl across Simon's lap so that he was propped against the arm of the couch. Simon ran his hand through Robert's thick black hair and turned back to the TV. Such a normal thing to be doing like sitting on a couch watching TV. Oddly comforting.
Robert's hand reached out and touched a scar on his bare chest that stretched several inched across his chest and down his ribs. “Where did this come from?"
The scar had faded with the years but still dominated his chest. “A sword."
"A sword?” Robert echoed.
The incredulous tone in his voice made Simon smile. “Or it might have been an ax. It's been a very long time. War is bloody business. The blade sliced through my armor. I was left to die on the battlefield."
"You died?"
Simon ran his hand over Robert's cheek. “No. I'm still very much alive. Why? Do I seem dead to you?"
"No, anything but."
He watched a moment as Robert munched on popcorn from the bowl sitting on his chest and reached out to take another piece.
"Careful, it's addicting."
Simon frowned, pulling his hand away from the bowl. “Addiction isn't a good thing, Robert. It can be very dangerous."
Robert laughed. “It's a joke, babe. I just mean that once you get to like it, you'll want more. It's not bad for you really, not like a drug or something. You'll just like it a lot."
Simon loved the way Robert's eyes lit up when he said something his lover found amusing. The sound of his laughter and pleasure in his face. That was addicting then. Everything about him. He wanted more and didn't think he'd ever be whole again without him.
"Here, have some more,” Robert said, holding up the bowl.
Simon took a few pieces from the bowl and ate them slowly. Robert did have a point. Popcorn was something that made you want to eat more of it.
He stared down at Robert and stroked his cheek. Vivid blue eyes stared up at him and a light smile lit up Robert's face.
"Why do you see me? Why are you so special?"
Robert grinned. “I was looking for you."
"For me?"
"For someone like you. Someone for me."
Simon bent down and kissed his lips. Pulling Robert closer, he turned his attention back to the movie. They ate popcorn and chatted about simple, nonsensical things. Like real couples did.
With a pleasant sigh, he let himself enjoy the moment and pretend he was free.
* * * *
Simon watched Robert sleep. They hadn't discussed anything more about what he was or what the future held. He couldn't decide if he was disappointed or relieved. He wanted terribly to live a life, a real one, but he couldn't be certain how long this would last. He didn't want to know.
He buried his head in the crook of Robert's neck and pulled him back closer to his chest. The curve of Robert's ass nestled near his cock. He fought the urge to wake him. Robert needed sleep, even if he didn't. Robert stirred and a sleepy hum filled his ears. Simon kissed the back of his neck. He could lie like this forever if only he was allowed.
To want to spend time with him, to ache at the very thought of losing him, that was love,
"You're serious? Do you eat ?"
"I suppose I could. I've just never seemed to have the need."
Robert reached into the bowl and pulled out a single fluffy piece. “Open up."
Simon hesitated but opened his mouth. Salt and butter and an odd sweet, almost wheat flavor spread over his tongue. The fluffy bit melted, as if deflating against his palate. The strange texture morphed in his mouth even before he could swallow.
Robert's eyes never left his face as he pondered the new taste. “Well? What do you think?"
"I'm not sure. Different. I wasn't sure what to expect."
"How long has it been since you've eaten?"
Simon smiled, his eyes traveling slowly over Robert's body as he remembered the previous night. “I suppose that depends on what you'd consider a meal."
Robert laughed. “You do have a sense of humor after all. I like this side of you."
Robert grabbed the popcorn and shifted to sprawl across Simon's lap so that he was propped against the arm of the couch. Simon ran his hand through Robert's thick black hair and turned back to the TV. Such a normal thing to be doing like sitting on a couch watching TV. Oddly comforting.
Robert's hand reached out and touched a scar on his bare chest that stretched several inched across his chest and down his ribs. “Where did this come from?"
The scar had faded with the years but still dominated his chest. “A sword."
"A sword?” Robert echoed.
The incredulous tone in his voice made Simon smile. “Or it might have been an ax. It's been a very long time. War is bloody business. The blade sliced through my armor. I was left to die on the battlefield."
"You died?"
Simon ran his hand over Robert's cheek. “No. I'm still very much alive. Why? Do I seem dead to you?"
"No, anything but."
He watched a moment as Robert munched on popcorn from the bowl sitting on his chest and reached out to take another piece.
"Careful, it's addicting."
Simon frowned, pulling his hand away from the bowl. “Addiction isn't a good thing, Robert. It can be very dangerous."
Robert laughed. “It's a joke, babe. I just mean that once you get to like it, you'll want more. It's not bad for you really, not like a drug or something. You'll just like it a lot."
Simon loved the way Robert's eyes lit up when he said something his lover found amusing. The sound of his laughter and pleasure in his face. That was addicting then. Everything about him. He wanted more and didn't think he'd ever be whole again without him.
"Here, have some more,” Robert said, holding up the bowl.
Simon took a few pieces from the bowl and ate them slowly. Robert did have a point. Popcorn was something that made you want to eat more of it.
He stared down at Robert and stroked his cheek. Vivid blue eyes stared up at him and a light smile lit up Robert's face.
"Why do you see me? Why are you so special?"
Robert grinned. “I was looking for you."
"For me?"
"For someone like you. Someone for me."
Simon bent down and kissed his lips. Pulling Robert closer, he turned his attention back to the movie. They ate popcorn and chatted about simple, nonsensical things. Like real couples did.
With a pleasant sigh, he let himself enjoy the moment and pretend he was free.
* * * *
Simon watched Robert sleep. They hadn't discussed anything more about what he was or what the future held. He couldn't decide if he was disappointed or relieved. He wanted terribly to live a life, a real one, but he couldn't be certain how long this would last. He didn't want to know.
He buried his head in the crook of Robert's neck and pulled him back closer to his chest. The curve of Robert's ass nestled near his cock. He fought the urge to wake him. Robert needed sleep, even if he didn't. Robert stirred and a sleepy hum filled his ears. Simon kissed the back of his neck. He could lie like this forever if only he was allowed.
To want to spend time with him, to ache at the very thought of losing him, that was love,
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