Chapter 10:

I woke up the next morning with a feeling of jittery happiness inside me, like a kid at christmas. The air in my bedroom was stale with the smells of last night, but that didn't matter one bit. Because, when I woke up, I still had Nate in my arms. A brief glance at the alarm clock said half seven. Far too early to get up, but I was filled to burst with love, and I knew that going back to sleep would be impossible. So I just lay there, cradling my mate, lover, boyfriend, whatever. It felt so right, felt so good that I had to fight back tears. I told myself to calm down. It wouldn't do if I had to break down crying every time I saw Nate. I stroked his hair, running my fingers through it, pulling a tuft of it to my nose, to inhale his wonderful scent. Sighing, I closed my eyes. Yes, I was in love, no doubt about that. Nate stirred beside me, and I sighed as I watched him touch his ring, twiddling it while he muttered something. I kissed his cheek, and he pulled closer to me, sinking back into deep sleep. We stayed there for the better part of an hour, before he began to wake up. He yawned and stretched, looking around until our eyes met. Then he smiled, and rolled over so we faced each other. We didn't need words, we just lay there, watching one another, until the wait got to be too much for him, and he leaned in to kiss me. Things like morning breath mattered little, as we explored each other's mouth. I thought it was strange; I had never kissed a woman as deeply as I kissed Nate. Never with such passion. What the hell, I told myself, and dove in for more. Nate's hands were all over me, caressing my shoulders, my back, my chest and my stomach, but he finally settled on my butt, kneading my cheeks and searching the area in between. As he touched my hole, I hugged him tighter to me, nodding as I looked into his eyes. He smiled, then vanished beneath the bedspread. Knowing what was to come, I closed my eyes, steeling myself to keep from exploding the second he touched me. Soon enough, I felt his tongue as it started playing with my foreskin, but instead of pulling it back, Nate went lower, and started kissing my balls. It was a wondrous feeling, and I found myself sighing deeply as I felt my orgasm start to build. Then his mouth disappeared from me, but I still felt him moving down there. It was a shock, to feel him kiss my buttocks! I knew where this was heading. I'd always found the thought somewhat disturbing, but right there and then, it felt so sexy, so right, as his tongue sought its way towards my anus. He rimmed me for a good, long while, and I was halfway to heaven. This was the ultimate intimacy; about as close as two guys could possibly get. Then he stopped, and started moving up behind me until our eyes met again. He kissed me, and whatever I had feared about the taste was put to shame. There was nothing of the kind. We broke the kiss, and I rolled over to lie half on my stomach, spreading my legs. Knowing what he had in mind, I nodded, and he started pushing against me. It was more difficult this time, without lube or condom, but it wasn't long before he was inside me. There was some pain, but it soon turned into pleasure as he ground himself against my prostate. He took me slowly, gently, his hands roaming my chest and face, stopping now and then to pinch a nipple, or to let me suck his fingers. Every time one of us got close to release, he paused, kissing the back of my neck while we calmed down, then we'd start again. Half an hour passed without us letting up on our love-making. By that time, we had both lost the ability to speak, to form coherent thoughts. We were animal passion, grunting and moaning as we brought each other ever higher. After another long pause, though, I'd had enough. I couldn't wait any longer.

"Please, Nate," I whispered. "Give it to me."

"Okay."

He started up a higher pace, pumping in and out of me like his life depended on it. This increased pressure quickly drove me over the edge, and I cried out his name as I came all over the sheets. In response, he went even faster, and before a minute had passed, he bit down on my shoulder to stifle his ecstatic cry as he filled up my insides. This was so very different from before, to feel his seed inside me, to be flooded by his passion. It felt like I had a second orgasm, just from that glorious feeling, but there was no semen this time. Just the high of the peak. We lay coupled together for a long time, just lost in the aftershocks of orgasm, before Nate finally pulled out, turning me around so he could kiss me again. I could still feel his seed inside me, and I almost had tears in my eyes as I fell into his embrace.

"Don't fall asleep, love," he giggled. "I've got to get moving."

"Do you?"

"Yes. I won't be long, promise. Join me in the shower?"

"Gladly."

He got up, then took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom. My shower cubicle isn't a very large one, so it was, to say the least, crowded in there. We took turn lathering up and then rinsing each other, fooling around some, but not really doing anything serious. I loved it. I loved the fact that we could be together, that we could touch each other without it leading to sex. Not that I minded the sex, far from it, but I wanted more. I wanted a relationship. I wanted love, and Nate gave me just that. I lingered, not really bothering to get dressed, once we'd dried each other off. Instead, I watched him put on his business suit, teasingly commenting on how proper it made him look. He just laughed, then kissed me good bye, adjusting his pants as he opened the door to leave.

"By the way, you ought to change out of the birthday suit, or I might have to jump your bones when I get home."

"Promise?"

"What have I created?" He rolled his eyes. "See ya soon, Chris."

"Hope so."

He closed the door behind him, and I leaned back against the doorpost to the bedroom, sighing deeply. How was it possible to love someone like that? I felt invigorated, refreshed, every time I looked at him. Every time I touched him. But with temptation gone, reality started to sneak into my brain, for the first time in days. What the hell had I done? I knew there might be rough times ahead. Carl, bless his ugly face, had found out, and was still my friend, but what about others? What about my family? My sister would be no problem; Linda had always been open-minded, but what about my parents? What would they think, when I told them I was engaged to a guy? Maybe I should let them meet Nate first. Once he's worked his magic charm on them, they'd love him, too, and maybe things would go smoother. Still thinking, still naked, I made myself some breakfast, and sat down in front of the TV. The news was the usual stuff; some violence, some crime, and another victory for the Bulls. Growing quickly bored, I decided to get started on that chicken. After thawing it, I made the filling my mother had taught me, then put the whole thing in the oven. I'd just closed the lid when the phone rang. Still as nude as the day I was born, I went to answer.

"Hello."

"Hey, Chris, it's me."

"Nate, hi! Missed you..."

"Already?" He laughed. "Listen, honey, I will be a little longer than I promised, is that okay?"

"Oh, sure. I just started cooking lunch."

"There's been some trouble with a file transfer, might take a couple of more hours. Late lunch?"

"Okay. By the way, Nate..."

"Yes?"

"I never bothered to get dressed."

"Ah! Damn you, Chris, these hours will be endless now!"

I chuckled to myself as we hung up. Amazing! Two minutes on the phone with him, and all of a sudden all my fears, all my doubts were gone. As if they'd never existed. As if they never could have existed. I could picture him, as he tried to get some work done, all the while trying to hide his hard-on. It was a fun thought, and I half regretted not teasing him some more. Grinning, I went into the bedroom to put some clothes on, then I took a walk. It wasn't too cold that day, and for once, it wasn't raining, so I didn't bother to put on a jacket. I felt like laughing, like I'd really want to hug everyone I met. It was a strange feeling, one I wasn't used to, but wouldn't mind becoming. Maybe it was happiness, maybe just love, but whatever it was, it made the world around me seem more real. More colourful. At the same time, the people around me seemed to lose importance. As if they didn't matter, couldn't matter. Compared to Nate, they meant nothing to me, and compared to our love, they seemed to fade into some grey haze. In a way, it was a scary feeling, as well as an enticing one. My thoughts wandered as I did likewise, and I found myself looking forward to the coming days. There were still practical issues to be solved, like where we would live, but all that could wait. None of it mattered just then. I had a chicken in the oven, and a wonderful man to come home and share it with me. Maybe I'd seduce him after lunch, or maybe I'd let him seduce me. The latter thought made me tingle, and I had to concentrate in order to stay decent. Putting a hand in my pocket to adjust myself, I found something I was sure hadn't been there before. A piece of paper. I unfolded it, to find Nate's neat hand writing inside. Tears came to my eyes as I read it, over and over again. I had to stop to lean against a wall, gathering every ounce of strength to keep from crying. I knew now, beyond a doubt, that I could never stop loving him. My heart was soaring as I turned around and walked back home, back towards my new life. My head was light as the words repeated themselves over and over again.

All right, that's it! Take a deep breath, hold it, then let it out slowly. This is by far the longest story I've finished, as of yet. In a way, it's a relief, but it's also kind of sad. These characters have grown on me, I've got quite fond of them. However, the story's done. Finished. And I'm moving on to other projects. Thanks for reading!

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