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Sunlight spills through the strategically pulled-back ivory curtains. Seth tilts his head and admires how the light perfectly complements the pale lemon bedspread he recently picked out. A bulky leather suitcase plops down in the middle of the bedspread ruining Seth’s view.
“Can’t you get out of this one Ro?” Seth whines, watching Roman pull a salmon colored button-down from the closet and neatly placing it at the bottom of the suitcase.
“I would if I could,” Roman answers softly while tucking a gray dress shirt into the suitcase next.
Seth gazes into the suitcase and remembers the first time he saw Roman in that exact gray shirt.
The steel doors of the elevator almost clip him as Seth quickly slides in. Music blasting in his headphones, oblivious to the world, his shoulder connects with something thick and unmovable. Seth stumbles back, realizing he collided with someone. When Seth looks up a pair of cool gray eyes catch his and an unexpected warmth spreads from the tip of his nose down to his sneaker-clad feet. Seth fumbles with his headphones, finally able to hook them around his neck, “I-sorry.”
The heat on his cheeks is almost hot enough to scald him and he knows the other man can tell.
“No worries. Are you in a rush?”
Seth keeps his eyes on the gray dress shirt that matches the man’s eyes hypnotically so and mutters, “Um…yeah.”
A large well-groomed hand extends into Seth’s field of vision and the deep voice offers an introduction, “My name’s Roman.”
Seth takes a shallow breath and nervously his eyes venture upwards at the man standing a couple inches above him. Dark hair in a tight bun at the nape of his neck, a strong jawline, and plump lips begging Seth for attention.
“Seth…that’s me.” Seth garbles out embarrassed at his inability to produce words and shakily grasps Roman’s hand.
Seth’s hand freezes as the warmth in his body becomes a fire. Roman’s eyes soften and he shakes Seth’s still hand.
“It’s nice to meet you Seth.”
The sincerity of the smile that Roman then gave Seth solidified to him, even at twenty-three, that he needed Roman and only Roman.
He had found love.
The shrill ringing of Roman’s cell phone stirs Seth out of his daydream. Seth notices that Roman ignores the phone and continues with the last of his packing.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?”
“No, I told them I was spending the evening with you. They can leave a message.”
After five years, Seth only has one problem as he stares up at his boyfriend: Roman’s job. Roman, a mere six years Seth’s senior, is a media consultant. He has worked extremely hard to be one of the best in his field so he travels frequently. Seth is always the first to say how proud he is of Roman and the dedication and hard work Roman has put in over the years, but on those nights when Seth rolls over and the right side of the bed is empty Seth can’t help but resent Roman’s job for keeping him away.
Roman lowers the suitcase lid and zips it shut, then looks at Seth, “I’ll be back soon sweetie.”
Despite the soothing nature of Roman’s voice, Seth is only further riled up by Roman’s statement. He launches himself at Roman. Roman catches Seth and wraps his arms around the smaller man’s body.
Seth deeply inhaling the clean fresh scent of his boyfriend, as if needing to commit it to memory, cries, “I hate it! I hate that you always leave me!”
Roman gently lowers himself and Seth onto the mattress. “I work hard now but one day we will spend every day like this, together.”
Seth traces the intricate tattooed patterns along Roman’s well-defined arm and murmurs, “I don’t like sharing.”
Roman kisses Seth’s forehead and smoothes his multi-colored messy hair back. He lovingly stares into Seth’s brown eyes, wishing he didn’t have to leave again. Roman hates to see how with each trip the signs of loneliness appear along the edges of Seth’s mouth and the corners of his eyes sooner. He cups Seth’s face, drawing him closer, and his lips brush lightly along Seth’s. The grip Seth has along Roman’s neck tightens and his breath hitches in his throat. Roman pauses once more taking in his the sight of his flushed partner, then he closes his eyes, and his lips heavy with desire smack against Seth’s. An ardent moan escapes from Seth’s mouth as he hungrily reciprocates Roman’s movements. There is an urgency behind Seth’s swollen lips tonight and Roman spots the difference. Breaking away from Seth’s wet parted mouth, Roman trails his tongue deliberately down the side of Seth’s necks.
Seth squirms under him and breathes heavily into Roman’s dark wavy hair, “Ro…please.”
“We have all night. I don’t need sleep.”
Roman doesn’t hear a response. Instead Seth curls his legs around Roman and raises himself up against Roman, grinding his fully erect cock and eliciting a low growl from Roman.
“I need to feel you now.” Seth pleads.
Roman inches back up to Seth’s face, locking eyes with him and whispers, “I will give you everything you need my love.”
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Shivering, Seth rolls over onto his left side and mumbles into the pillow, “Gimmie the blanket.”
Eyes still shut and feeling no blanket being tossed to him, Seth tiredly paws at the space in front of him. Realizing that there is a dent in the bed and no one hogging the blankets this morning, Seth whimpers and rolls into Roman’s unoccupied side of the bed. He forgoes the search for the rest of the bed sheet and wraps his arms around himself trying to lull himself back to sleep before the ache of solitude sets in.