BLUE

It could be any moment. Like when we went skydiving. Dom and Orli just bailed out of the plane without a second thought. I hesitated. He gave me a look.
“I don’t know if I can do this” I muttered.
“Well,” he mused, his eyes looking back into my brain and wrapping themselves around my guts. “If you don’t jump out of the plane, You won’t find me waiting for you on the ground.”
Good Point.
I jump.

He kisses me on landing.
“I knew you would come to me” he says.

He looks so sweet and innocent, like a walking cliché of nubile boyhood. Sometimes he frowns a bit in his sleep, like he’s concentrating on something. I wonder what he dreams about. Certainly not me, but hey – a man can hope can’t he?
With the eyes closed, you can dare to think of such things.

He likes to lick my nose. He says it’s sexy, and Italian.
“I’m Scottish!” I protest, laughing.
“It doesn’t matter.” he smiles - that slow, almost crafty grin that I’ve come to know (and quiver for) “Your Nose…” he says, kissing along it “…Is Italian.”
“I’ll be whatever you want, as long as you keep kissing me” I offer, closing my eyes against the burn of his gaze.
“I know you will baby.”
I can still hear the smirk in his voice.

I know he’s watching my face.
“Get out of your head and into the moment Billllll” he orders, nibbling down my chest, his fingers snarled in my hair.
I drag my nails up his back. Normally I would hang onto his hair. You Know - I’m pretty sure he got this buzz cut just to spite me. I content myself with tracing along his ear with my fingertip. He growls and digs his teeth into my stomach. I twist the sheet around my fingers and try to hang on for the ride.

He runs his face along my thigh. Slowly, slowly he licks along my hipbone. “Open your eyes Billy Boy….” He hisses, hovering over my dick. “It’s so much better when you waaaatch.”
I force my eyes open and look down at him. Of course he’s staring at me. He’s always always watching. His gaze locks onto mine. Even as he tastes me climaxing, his eyes stay on me.

Sometimes I wonder why he doesn’t keep company with Dominic instead of me. I ask him while he’s putting his clothes on.
“Too Much Work” he says carelessly.
“Oh – so I require Little Effort?!?” I demand, feeling pricked.
“Get off it Billy” he glowers.
Ah! The blue of anger. I can’t resist it.
I swear he reads my mind sometimes.
“Dom thinks he’s irresistible” he explains, while buttoning his shirt up. “I KNOW you think I am.”
He leans in close, nose to nose with me. I’m sinking into those eyes.
Falling.
“I know You are.” He murmurs.


FINIS