Reunion
Oh.
My. God. It’s a miracle. He’s here. I can see him … touch him.
Josh resisted the
urge to pinch himself and just luxuriated in the moment. He’d dreamed about
this. He’d prayed. He’d begged; made bargains with a deity he couldn’t put a
name to, in the hope that the impossible might happen. And now it had.
Josh sought Preston’s
lips and revelled in the long missed but not forgotten taste. How had he
managed without this, without Preston? How would he go on from here?
He ground against Preston
and his heart sang as soon as he felt his hard length against his own. He longed
to remove the fabric between them, but he wasn’t willing to risk disturbing
whatever force had brought them here … together. The heat coursing through his
being, the sensual strokes of Preston’s tongue against his own, the intimacy,
the illusion of belonging; rational thought didn’t stand a chance against the
heady combination.
I’m
so close.
It was difficult
not to shout the words, but the moment was too fragile to disturb with loud
noises, so he held on them, entangled them with the love that had never died
and stored them away—for future reference.
Preston moved along
with him, seeking his own friction and climax. Josh remembered those frowns so
very well. He’d always forced himself to keep his eyes open when making love
with Preston. The way he bit his lips, the soft moans and curses fleeing from
his mouth on faint sighs. Josh used to live for the moments he could make Preston
forget himself and his surroundings, and wanted nothing more than to be able to
do so again.
Preston’s movements
became erratic as he pressed closer. Josh’s own need was almost unbearable, but
he held on with a strength he hadn’t known he possessed. This might never
happen again. It had to be perfect.
He recognized the
moment Preston’s orgasm hit him, drinking in the sight as his body tensed and
subsequently became boneless. Then he was there too, but this was an orgasm
unlike anything he’d experienced before. It was as if he was being turned
inside out, as if all that he was—had been, could have been—every emotion he’d
ever felt, the essence of his being, were all pouring out of him.
Preston’s lashes
fluttered.
Josh stared down at
his soul mate, willing him to open his eyes and see him.
The deep brown irises
were as beautiful they’d ever been.
“That was the most
wonderful dream.” Preston stretched, then pushed himself up. “If only it could
have been…” He frowned at his damp crotch as soon as he stood, touching it
before studying his surroundings. The hope that had momentarily lit up his face
vanished to be replaced by grief.
Josh knew he was
fading; the tears falling from his eyes as immaterial as he was.
So close and yet a
lifetime away.
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492 words
It has been a
while, but it’s good to be back. More stories based on the same image can as
always be found in the Monday
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