Only One Day Away

“Um . . this is going to sound really crazy, but I need to ask you something.” He said, his eyes bright.

“Go ahead.” I replied with a smile, glad that he’d thought of something to delay his leaving. “It can’t be any more crazy than this entire evening has been.”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “It has been a little . . different.”
I nodded. He pushed his hands into his pockets and I could tell that he felt embarrassed about what he wanted to ask.

“Go on then.” I said to put him at ease. “Ask your question.”
“Do you . . um . . God, this is embarrassing but . . do you have a tattoo, um . . in a private place?” He asked softly.
I stared at him, my mouth agape in astonishment. This was something I had definitely not expected. His eyes lit up and he continued.

“A small spider I think. Just above your, um . . your . . !” He paused and flushed. “About here.” He finished and pointed at his own groin, just above where his pubic hair would come to but slightly to the right.

I stared at him stunned. “How did . . ?” And suddenly I knew what his dreams had been about and I could see that he knew that I knew. I was astounded because very few people knew about that tattoo. In fact, I could think of only two; Scott and my brother Steven. And yet this man had known. His dreams must have been frighteningly accurate. Did that mean that he knew what my entire naked body looked like? If he’d seen that damned spider of mine, then his dreams certainly hadn’t been random. I also realized that if he’d dreamed about being naked with me, he was definitely into men. I was elated. Here we go, I thought, if he doesn’t make a move on you soon, then for God’s sake pounce on him.

The warm feeling in my groin intensified at the thought and my cock jumped in my jeans and swelled to its seven inch fullness. His eyes darkened slightly and he smiled a knowing, lazy smile. His gaze roamed over my face slowly as I stood there in mild shock.
“Goodnight, Damien Turner.” He whispered.
I roused myself out of my shocked stupor.

“And goodnight to you, Michael Gabriel.” I mumbled distractedly. My heart fell because he was going to leave me alone. In the morning, things would be different and I would be leaving here. He reluctantly turned to leave but then quickly turned to face me again.
“Oh by the way.” He said. “The toilet will only flush if you jiggle it a certain way. I’ll show you.”

I never heard him as my mind had gone back to what he’d said about my tattoo and I could feel that little damned spider just above my pubic hair burning into me.
“Excuse me.” He whispered.

He moved to go into the room and I tried to step out of his way but my legs wouldn’t work. It was as if my feet had been bolted to the floor. He collided with me and froze as I began to overbalance. His hands went instinctively to my shoulders to steady me. He apologized softly and I nodded automatically, my entire attention focused on the feel of his hands on me. I tried to move again but I was frozen solid. His closeness was not helping me much either. My cock throbbed hotly in my jeans and my legs started to quiver. I stared into his clear orange eyes.
“Sorry.” I whispered. “But I can’t seem to move. I don’t know why, but I can’t move.”

“You’re just very tired, I guess.” He said softly. He leaned in closer to me to move past me and the scent of him washed over me and my legs turned to jelly. He smelled of his spicy aftershave with a fundamental feral, man scent. It was unbelievably intoxicating and my head started to spin crazily. My pulsing shaft pushed against the inside of my jeans painfully. I slumped back against the wall, my legs finally giving in.
He caught me as my knees buckled and I started to sink to the floor. He propped me up against the wall and held me there, his face close to mine.

“Damn, you must be exhausted.” He said. “Are you okay?”
I just stared at him breathless and confused, wanting him more than anything in the world. His eyes were dark but extremely clear as they probed deeply into mine and then they brightened with sudden realization. He was not stupid so he knew what was wrong with me.
“Hang on a second, you . . you’re not that tired, are you.” He whispered with a small knowing smile. His eyes held mine for an eternity. “You feel it too.”

“Feel what?” I managed to get out, my voice shaking.
His hands on my shoulders were making me feel things I’d never felt before. Jolt after jolt of electricity shot through me and I started to tremble uncontrollably. The scent of his closeness was making my head spin and my breath was coming in fast gulps as I desperately tried to ignore the throbbing heat in my jeans. For God’s sake, you have to get a grip on yourself, I scolded myself fiercely.
“The . . connection.” He said softly.

“Connection?” I asked shakily, obtusely, knowing exactly what he was talking about but still stuck in self denial.
“A connection . . a bond . . between us.” He replied softly.
I looked into his eyes and I knew that he was right. We connected on some primal level, our minds, our hearts and our lives were linked to each-other. I felt as if I knew every part of his soul, every part of his being and I could sense that he felt the same. His eyes glowed as he smiled slowly.

“Oh yes.” He whispered. “You do feel it, I can sense it and I can see it in your eyes.”
I finally gave in to my emotions and my senses and I surrendered to him and to what I was feeling. It was no use denying it anymore and there was no going back now.

“Yes.” I said so softly that I hardly heard myself and now I knew why I had been drawn to this place. “I can feel it. I felt it when I drove past here earlier; that’s why I came back. I’ve been feeling it all night.”
We stood there, me with my back against the wall; him with his hands gripping my shoulders and we stared at each-other in understanding. Time seemed to slow right down and everything became suddenly clear.

I lifted my hand slowly and touched the scar on his face. He flinched slightly but then he laid his face against my hand. I caressed his ravaged cheek deliberately, tenderly and unashamedly. His eyes twinkled and he smiled again. The dimple in his cheek flashed and I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was the man that I wanted to be with, that I was destined to be with.
“This has got to be the weirdest but nicest thing that’s ever happened to me.” He whispered.

“Who are you, Michael Gabriel, what are you?” I asked quietly, wanting to know the man and his mind. I was utterly consumed by what I was feeling, what he was making me feel.
“Nobody.” He replied softly. “Just a guy stuck in the middle of nowhere, waiting.”
“Waiting?” I whispered. “For what?”

“Just waiting . . !” He said carefully. “Maybe for something like this . . maybe for someone . . like you.”
“But why me? Why now?” I asked. “Why is this happening? I can’t understand it.”
“Do you really want to understand it?” He asked. “Do you honestly need to?”

I looked into his glowing amber eyes and I knew that he was right. It did not need to be understood; it needed no explanation, it just was. What was happening between us was alive and real and no amount of analyzing could explain it.
“You’re right, I don’t.” I said breathlessly. “And I don’t care if I can’t understand it. I don’t want to understand it. All I can think of right now is the intensity of what I’m feeling.”

He smiled and his eyes searched my face. I got lost in those orange eyes of his, lost in the warmth of his body and lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned in closer to me and put his lips near my ear and I felt his warm breath on my neck. I moaned involuntarily at his extreme closeness. My entire body was vibrating with excitement.

“Then you are as . . as . . ?” He whispered huskily and paused. “As I am.” He finished and drew away from me slightly.
I knew exactly what he was trying to say. I could sense his arousal as much as I could feel my own. I could see his excitement in his unbelievable eyes and I could feel it in the air. We were both so turned on that you could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.
“Oh God yes.” I breathed. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Neither have I.” He whispered and smiled. “It’s great, isn’t it.”
“Yeah.” I said softly. “Look at me, I’m shaking like a leaf.”
“Yeah, so am I.”

We stared at one another for a few moments, both acutely aware of how the rest of the night was going to play itself out yet neither of us willing to be the first to move.
“What now?” I whispered, giving him the opportunity to make the first move.
“Good question.” He whispered as his eyes roamed over my face. “What now?”

He effectively tossed the ball back into my area of play.
“I . . er . . oh God.” I said enjoying his little game. “I don’t know and I still can’t move . . !”
Your turn, fella, I thought. Surprise me.
“Then it’s my move, isn’t it.” He said, his voice husky with desire. I nodded and he smiled a slow, knowing seductive smile that said everything.

Then he was all action and all over me. He pulled me from the wall into his arms and his lips found mine. His tongue tentatively probed at my lips and I gladly opened them, inviting him in. Our tongues twisted around each-other and he moaned softly at the intensity of it. He held me tight against his warm body and I gripped the front edges of his shirt and held him close against me while his hands roamed up and down my back sending shivers up my spine. His kiss was demanding and sensual at the same time. It excited me beyond anything I’d ever felt before.

His long, solid denim covered shaft pressed tightly against mine and it thrilled me beyond reason. I let his shirt go and thrust my hands into his hair and gripped his head to pull him closer to me. His arms went around my back and held me as he began to move. He pushed me backwards into the room, his lips still on mine, his arms around my back, supporting me. He moaned again as his tongue explored my mouth and his pelvis ground into mine unrelentingly. He drew back and I gasped at how highly aroused I had become.

“Oh God . . !” He whispered breathlessly. His hands settled on my ass cheeks and held me close against his body and the hot hardness of him pressed into me.
“Oh my God . . !” He breathed. “I can feel you. You’re so . . so . . !”

His eyes blazed with heightened passion and his breathing had become fast and ragged.
“Yeah I know.” I said huskily. “I can feel you.”

I pulled his face back to mine and kissed him desperately and then drew back.
“Don’t stop . . !” I breathed. “Oh God, don’t you dare stop . . !”
“Not going to happen . . too late for that!” He whispered breathlessly.

He pushed me backwards until the back of my legs hit the bed. We fell on the bed and he pushed my arms above my head and held me down while he kissed me again. His hard, hot crotch pressed down onto mine as he fell on top of me. I arched my back up into him, desperate to get as close to him as possible. The heat in my groin was becoming unbearable. He splayed his legs either side of mine and hooked his knees under mine. The pressure between our throbbing groins intensified and the feel of it turned me on to such a high degree that in seconds I could feel my pulsing cock leaking deliciously inside my jeans. He drew back from me, his eyes dark.

“I dreamed of this.” He said huskily. “I dreamed that you would come here and it would be like this.”
I cupped my hands around his beautiful face and looked into his wonderful eyes.
“How did they end? Your dreams.” I asked softly.
“I don’t know.” He sighed. “I really don’t know. I always woke up before. . um . . before we . . finished.”

“Then I think it’s time you found out.” I whispered and reached for his shirt buttons. “We can find out together.”

I pulled his shirt open and pushed it off his shoulders. His body was magnificent; his broad chest coated with brown hair, his nipples like large copper coins, his abdominal muscles compact and firm tapering down to a narrow, trim waist. The dark path of hair down his belly excited me beyond words and I fumbled at his belt, impatient to see more.

He tore my shirt off in one move and in seconds we were both naked on the bed, marveling at the wonderful mysteries that make up a man. I gasped as I looked at his naked body and his long, magnificent clean cut shaft standing out proudly from his dense pubic patch. His balls hung low and heavy between his thighs. His legs were tanned, long and lean and covered with brown hair. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every detail. He ran his hand over my fur covered chest and down over my belly until he touched the spider on my groin and he smiled.

“Yes.” He whispered, his eyes bright with desire. “Just like I saw it.”
He bent his head and kissed it softly, his lips sending ripples of excitement charging through me.
“You’re just like I saw you in my dreams.” He said softly. “Every part of you.”
“Every part of me?” I questioned with a wicked grin.
“Oh yeah.” He said. “Every single part of you, even your . . !” He left it hanging but nodded in the direction of my hard, throbbing cock.

I laughed softly. “It seems that you have an advantage over me.” I said. “But it’s kind of hot in an obscure way.”
“Oh you have no idea.” He replied with a grin.
“What happened next?” I asked, barely able to contain myself. “In your dreams, tell me what happened next.”

He laughed. “Do I really need to?” He said and reached out and caressed my aching balls.
“Oh God yes!” I gasped. I thrilled at the feel of his hand on me. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, just as I wanted to touch every part of him.
“Okay, so don’t tell me.” I breathed. “Show me.”

He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. His mouth covered mine again with desperate longing. Our very hard, pulsing shafts collided with each-other and I could feel the slick wetness of our flowing juices. I thrust my tongue into his eager wet mouth and explored the inside of it thoroughly. Then his tongue invaded my mouth wetly. He moaned and thrust his pelvis up into me. Our slippery wet cocks slid against each-other, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I broke away from his demanding lips and moved down his body, kissing him everywhere as I went, his eyes, his nose and his scar. I started to run my tongue down the length of it; he gasped and tried to turn his face away but I stopped him.

“No.” I whispered huskily. “Don’t! I want you, every part of you.”
“But it’s horrible.” He said softly, turning his face away from me. “Doesn’t it sort of . . repulse you?”
“No, it’s not horrible and I’m not repulsed by it.” I countered. “It’s part of you, it’s who you are. It’s what defines you.”

He smiled and then he pulled my face to his ravaged cheek. I ran my mouth down over the smooth white skin of his scar and on down to his neck, his chest and his nipples. His copper coin nipples jumped out stiffly as I teased them with my tongue. He moaned softly and ran his hands through my hair. When I had finished with his nipples, I continued on down over his belly and on to his navel, where I lingered. I pushed my tongue into it and he shuddered with excitement.

On I went, down the dark intriguing path of hair to his groin and without stopping, I took his incredible wet cock into my mouth as my hand found and caressed his balls. He groaned with delight and spread his thighs further apart to allow me easier access. He gripped my head with his hands as I sucked the length of him to the back of my throat.
“Oh God . . !” He gasped.

His shaft spasmed and jets of his clear juice squirted into my mouth as I ran my tongue around the wide ridge of his swollen head. He tasted sweet and slippery.
“Move around . . !” He moaned huskily. I shuffled around and then his hot wet mouth closed around my aching shaft and his wonderful hands were on my balls and I trembled with excitement. Never in my life had I felt such intense pleasure and I desperately wanted him to feel the same. It was as if we had been especially designed just for each-other and no-one else.

We lost ourselves in the pleasure of each-other, delighting in each-other’s bodies and our excitement mounted quickly. We gorged ourselves on one another and because we were both so highly turned on, it wasn’t long before we both came. His back arched and he moaned around my shaft and then I felt the hot flood of his juices hit the back of my throat. The taste of him was glorious and I swallowed his juices hungrily. He shuddered as waves of pleasure tore through him. This pushed me over the edge and I groaned as I came explosively. He took it all in his mouth willingly, sucking the warm fluids from me with small moans of delight while I trembled uncontrollably.

We lay facing each-other afterwards, his hand gently caressing my chest. I studied his face minutely. His bright amber eyes looked deep into my eyes and he smiled happily.
“Wow!” He sighed.
“Yeah.” I breathed. “Wow.”

He smiled at me as I gently stroked his damaged face. I ran my fingers along his scar from his temple to his jaw, intrigued at the way it zigzagged down his cheek. This time, he didn’t flinch.
“It fascinates you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, because it enhances your attractiveness.” I whispered.
“So I’ve been told.” He said.
“Don’t ever have it fixed or removed.”

He chuckled softly.
“I won’t, it’s part of me now.” He whispered and kissed me gently. His tongue caressed mine sensually.
“Good.” I sighed.
“I have a small confession to make.” He laughed softly. “The toilet in this room? There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Then why . . ?” I left the question hanging. I really didn’t need to ask, I knew why he’d done it.

“It was an excuse to stay.” He grinned. “I wanted you so much that I didn’t want to leave you, I couldn’t leave you.”
“And I didn’t want you to leave.” I said with a smile.

His amber eyes stared into mine steadily.

“Um . . I have another confession which I know is going to sound really wild, even a little crazy.” He paused.
“As crazy as dancing madly?” I asked with a laugh. “As wild as what’s just happened between us?”
“I think this will top the lot.” He said softly.
“I’m intrigued.” I said.

“I’m in love with you, Damien Turner.” He whispered so softly that I nearly didn’t hear him.
I looked into his face, surprised. His eyes watched me carefully.
“How can you be?” I whispered. “You’ve only just met me.”

“No, you’ve only just met me.” He said softly. “I met you some time ago, in my dreams. I’ve loved you since then and I’ve been waiting for you. Almost two years now; a long time to wait I know, but I knew that if I was patient enough, if I waited long enough, you would show up sooner or later.”

I thought about this for a minute and although it sounded strange, it made perfect sense. Unbelievably, he had fallen in love with me in his dreams and he had waited patiently for me. To wait two years for someone who might not even exist was proof of love if nothing else was. Two years! It was an awfully long time and I wondered if I could have been that patient. And what about me? I had known him for a few short hours but I already felt a great sense of belonging. I knew that I wanted to be with this man no matter what the price.

I wanted to know him, to love him and protect him and more than anything, I wanted to share my life with him. Was this what love was really all about, what love was truly like? If it was, then I was already in love and it was very new to me because I had never felt this way before. I stroked his beautiful flawed face and looked into his incredibly mesmerizing eyes.

“And I think I’ve been waiting for you all my life, Michael Gabriel, I just didn’t know it.” I said.
“But come the morning,” He said. “You’ll be gone. Just like it was in my dreams.”

His voice held a desperate hint of sadness that clawed at my heart. I realized that I couldn’t bear the thought of driving away from him in the morning, so I gave him the answer that I knew he was longing for.
“Not this time.” I said adamantly. “I’m never going back. How can I go back now?”

He visibly relaxed and a small contented smile curved his lips.
“You don’t have to and I don’t want you to.” He said. “But you have a life, a home, your work?”
“I’m a writer, I can work anywhere.” I said easily. “As for my life?” I smiled. “It’s time for me to make a couple of major changes in it anyway.”
“You’d do that for me?” He asked.
“Of course I would do it for you.” I said with a grin. “You have no idea what you have done for me so I owe it to you.”

Then I told him about my disastrous relationship with Scott and how much I needed a change in my life.
“So, if you’ll have me, I’d like to stay here.” I finished.
He sighed. “That’s how I always hoped the dreams would end, how I wanted them to end.”

The night was filled with wonder and delight, excitement and pleasure. We explored each-other’s bodies and minds and then we made love again and again. Much later, after we had exhausted each-other, when we knew one another as we knew ourselves, we lay wrapped in each-other’s arms and slept the uncaring sleep of the happy and contented.

In the morning, I sat at the desk in my new home and started to write a very difficult letter. I sat there, not really knowing how to begin telling the man waiting for me that I had found somebody new; somebody who would always love me, somebody who would never hurt me, somebody that I knew I could and would love unconditionally, no matter what.

Michael came up behind me, bent down, put his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. I reveled in his closeness, his familiarity and our new found intimacy. I turned my face into his and nuzzled his cheek tenderly.
“I love the smell of you.” I whispered. His flesh smelled warm and fresh, laced with his spicy aftershave and his natural male scent.

“Who are you writing to?” He asked, then changed tack. “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry. It’s really none of my business.”
“You’re not prying and I hope that anything I do from now on will concern you a great deal.” I said. “As for this letter? It’s for Scott, the first big change in my life that I have to make. I’m cutting off that loose end, something I should have done some time ago.”
”Okay.” He whispered. “I understand.”

He released me and turned to leave.
“Michael Gabriel.” I called and he stopped and turned to face me. I grinned mischievously. “I have a question for you that’s been bugging me a little. How would you have explained a perfectly working toilet if I hadn’t collapsed against the wall?”
His brow furrowed in thought for a moment and then he smiled brilliantly. His dimple flashed seductively and I fell a little more in love with him.

“You know something, I really don’t know. I was following a dream so I was winging it and I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Besides, I had a very strong feeling that it wouldn’t come to that. I guess we’ll never know now, will we.” He laughed. “Thank God you did fall apart.”
“Yeah, just as I thought.” I said with a grin. “And I have a strong feeling that you were plotting to get me into your bed from the moment I got out of my car. Why else would you invite me to stay in an empty motel?”
“Why else, indeed?” He replied with a wicked grin. “But that is something you’ll never know.
“Write your letter Damien Turner, I’ll be waiting for you.”

He came to me and bent and kissed me on the cheek and left me alone. I decided to get this onerous task over as quickly as possible. Michael Gabriel had waited long enough for me and I didn’t want to make him wait any longer.
I smiled when I heard his gurgling laughter drift in from the reception lobby. He was happy and that made me happy. I was eager to begin my new life with him which I guessed, was not only going to be interesting, but incredibly exciting. I turned my concentration back to the page on the desk. I lowered the pen to the top line of the writing paper.

“Dearest darling,” I wrote

I lifted the pen and stared at the page in front of me. Now why had I written that? Habit, I guess.

Sod it, I thought, Scott had hurt me and now it was my turn, so why try to soften the blow. Tell it to him like it is. I lowered the pen and scored out the “Dearest darling,” deliberately. I would leave it there for him to see.
Underneath it, I wrote:

“Scott,”

I continued with:

“I had to write to say that I won’t be home anymore . . !”