7 weeks

He had one thought running through his mind, getting home.
It had been seven weeks since he had last seen Randy, seven weeks since he had last stared into those bottomless, mesmerizing green eyes.
His mind on autopilot, a silent mantra repeating iself, getting home.

Finally parking his truck next to Randy's jeep, no amount of breathing exercises could control the erratic beat of his heart or the hitch in his every breath.
Stumbling up the steps, the door in his vision, he was just reaching for his keys when it swung open, Randy standing in the doorway watching him, waiting, a longing glint in his eyes. And then he was home, in his arms, where he belonged.

The weariness finally catching up with him, Randy half dragged, half carried him to bed. After disposing of his clothes Randy was there again, warmly curled around him, his arm under his head, the rest of his body spooning him.

His last though before blissfull rest, "safe".


Waking up, he felt so , content, warm, but the rest of his body catching up, extremely sore.
The arm under his head shifted, prodding him into opening his eyes, he felt a light kiss on his shoulder and watched as Randy disapeared into the bathroom, running water being the only sound detected by his senses.

Randy was back, coaxing him out of bed, groaning with the strain of working overused muscles, he allowed himself to be manouvered into the bathroom, where the scent of sadalwood, Randy's scent was already drifting up from the steaming water in the nearly full tub..

Randy busied himself removing my boxers and then helped me into the tub, straighteway climbing in behind me.
Leaning back on him, I felt such a profound sense of relief, my eyes were watering, I haven’t cried since I was a young child and yet Randy could always reduce me to such a jumble of emotions, I was taken aback.

Whilst my mind drifted with the pleasure of just being held, Randy started washing, all but ghosing his fingers down my back, releasing the tension I had been privy to since I had left.

All I could do was moan encouragements. He slid out from behind me, leaving me bereft for but a moment before settling in front of me and starting to wash my left and then right leg, massaging them each before exerting careful pressure on the soles of my feet sending me into a haze of pleasure as the weeks of strain finally completely left my body, a body thta, thanks to Randy’s careful administrations, was now humming pleasently…

Returning to his place behind me, Randy wrapped his hands around my shoulders,before tracing them down my chest in random patterns, coming back up and circling my nipple with feather light touches, whispering hoarsly how much he had missed me, how worried he had been, how worried he always was..but he had to hide, he didn’t have a choice, because he knew I had to go, saying it aloud made it tangible, made it real and he would never be able to let me walk out , so as much as it pained him he kept a tight lid on his control but he knew I understood, I always did, that no matter what, I knew he was mine just as assuredly as I was his, « right baby ? »

I could do nothing but nod, the words I so desperetly wanted to get out, lodged in the back of my throat, my eyes burning, the depth of emotion such words could bring me, words that until now I hadnt realized just how much I need to hear. Randy seemed to realize the effect they had on him, and held me tighter, His mouth nuzzling my collarbone, breath flitting accross it, awakening senses that were long overdue a proper workout..

Pleasurable shivers wracking my whole body whilst Randy hummed his approuval against me making me harder, much harder than I realised I already was.

Without another word, Randy attacked my right nipple and began to suck, bite, and lick it hungrily, all the while rocking against me slowly. Hands flew over tanned skin, nails scratching, fingertips skimming over sensitized flesh...it was almost too much. I was on the brink of euphoria - and coming hard - and he hadn't even touched me where it showed just how much I was aroused.


the union transpiring between us was laced with so much fragility that words would only serve to break it - shatter it so that it would no longer be able to be put together. There was only one phrase that could describe it:
It. Was. Right.
In every sense of the word.


We settled back onto the bad, my head pillowed on Randy’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, his hands runnign soothingly trough my hair, whispered « I love yous » perematted the air, our post coital happiness lingering such as the calm after the storm, I felt my heart glow.