Page 24 of Troy
Pushing myself up from the chair, I stand close to Rafferty, my mouth pressed against his, more firmly now as I possess him. My fingers tangle in his hair as I hold his face close to mine, my tongue seeking entrance to his hot mouth. I feel his sigh and swallow it, matching it with my own. Hot tears build as I realize the earth-shattering meaning of our declaration. Raff’s hands hold me tight against his body, his fingers press against my hips hard enough to bruise, as his tongue tastes every part of my mouth—sliding over and around my own, moving to the roof of my mouth. His teeth tug on my bottom lip, the sting instantly wiped away with the caress of his tongue as I gasp.
I pry away, lungs burning, desperate for air and I heave in a breath as I observe him. Raff wipes the back of his hand over his mouth, there is something is so sexy about that action. I watch the heat in his eyes blaze at me, his breathing labored.
“I have only said that to one other person in my life, Rafferty—I love you—and I never thought I would get to say it again. But you… you turn up and fill my heart and make it beat faster, my soul sings at the simple sight of you.” I gulp hard, willing my tears to dissipate; I don’t want to cry, I want to rejoice. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Troy.” Raff’s soft, sweet breath washes over me.
“Baby, come on in; you need to sleep.” Standing in the kitchen doorway, I can see the shadow of my lover as he leans against the wall of the pool house. One leg bent, his foot flat against the wall, his head is back but I don’t know if his eyes are closed or if he’s gazing up at the stars in the clear, night sky.
I’m not surprised he closed himself down. After his proclamation and our sweet lovemaking nearly a week ago, Troy started to talk about his other love. He didn’t make comparisons or told me things to make me envious of Franco—I don’t find myself lacking, or in his shadow. I know I love Troy and he loves me. I believe he may be making peace with himself and the man torn from him. I know he will always be a part of our lives but I also know he will fade away, but not tonight.
I watch as Troy turns his head towards me; he looks peaceful. Then his smile lights up his face and he pushes off the wall and strolls to me. His hands in his pockets, he pulls them clear when he nears me, then they reach out and clasp hold of mine.
“I’m sorry, Raff, I didn’t mean to stay out here very long. I just got lost in my head for a while.” Troy’s mouth glides over my cheek to my ear as he whispers.
“I get it, Troy; I understand,” I reply as my mouth closes on his for a brief touch, “but it is late and we have a meeting in the morning.”
“I know you do, and that just makes me love you more. I’m working it out, Raff, I promise.” Troy gives me a small smile then leads me back indoors and bed.
My head burrows into the pillows as the unrelenting buzz from the alarm clock penetrates my sleep-addled brain. A mere three hours’ sleep is not enough for me, especially when an important meeting takes place today. The wriggle of Troy’s butt against my morning wood fully wakes me up. I smile as I drop a kiss on the warm nape of his neck then scrape my teeth over the taut skin.
“Morning, baby,” I whisper huskily in his ear and revel in the shiver coursing through his body.
Twisting in my arms, Troy faces me and smiles sleepily then kisses me softly. “Morning, gorgeous, you got something there for me?”
“Always, babe, whatever you want.” I thrust my hips and my erection moves along Troy’s, drawing groans from the both of us. Troy’s hand slides between us, clasping hold of both our dicks; I love it when he does this. The sensation of our heated, hard cocks rubbing together, the pre-cum leaking from us acting as a lubricant, heightening the friction.
“Love me, Raff, make love to me slowly.” Troy’s hips push harder into mine.
“Hell yeah!” I kiss him deeply, my tongue demanding entry to his scorching mouth. The flavor of him drives me wild, exploding over my tongue as I caress his.
Rolling onto his back Troy bends his knees as I rest between them, grinding my hips leisurely over his groin, our dicks still against each other. Pulling away from his mouth, I rise and grab the lube from the bedside table, coating my fingers with the cool liquid. My fingers skim over his hole, I sigh as I feel it quiver.
“Hurry up, Raff, I want you inside me.” Troy huffs as I push first one, then a second finger in his tight ass, pumping them slowly in and out as I stretch him gently.
“Hmm, you seem in a hurry this morning, I may have to slow down even more.” My fingers freeze, remaining fully inside him. I smile at him, turning it to a chuckle as he rotates his hips, creating his own pleasure. His hooded eyes are almost black as his desire peaks. “That’s enough, baby.”
He mewls at the loss when I remove my fingers, to quickly rub some lube over my dick. As the head touches his pucker Troy propels down, ready to accept me. Taking the hint, I push, slowly filling him in one long, smooth stroke. I can’t get enough of him, the searing, tight muscles pulsate around me, sending my lust soaring. Withdrawing unhurriedly, the noises Troy produces are divine, knowing he missed these sensations and emotions for a long time.
“Raff, oh God, Raff, more, please, I need more.”
I need more, too. Never have I had the constant ache of need as with this amazing man. Gazing into his glazed and unfocused eyes, I watch as I take him higher, making each thrust inside him count as I hit his sweet spot. His mouth open, Troy tries to swipe his tongue over his dry lips but I beat him to it and, as I feel his body stiffen and his walls clench around my dick, I bite down and tug on his lip. Letting him go as his climax builds, I wrap my hand around his heavy cock, knowing it will only take one touch to tip him over.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Troy roars, his head tipping back as I continue to pound inside him. With his hands gripping my ass tight, I come. I can feel my release flooding him, matching his heat with my own lava.
Hanging my head, my palms either side of his head and my elbows locked straight as my dick jerks inside him. Yielding the grip on my butt cheeks, Troy cradles my face, pushing my long hair away from my sweat-soaked brow. Drawing me to him, his beautiful smile stuns me.
“I love you so damn much, Rafferty. So damn much.” As he reiterates his feelings, I mouth the words back to him before kissing him fiercely.
When the cum squished between our heated bodies start to cool, I pull away, “Come on, babe, let’s get showered. We’ve got a busy day, but after that, I reckon I could take on the world.”
Dragging my body from his, Troy laughs at the sticky mess. “Yeah, that was damn good, Raff, not a bad way to wake up.” He winks and slaps my ass as he jumps up.
This meeting is going well; my first photoshoot with not only the love of my life at my side, but with some of the most talented, innovating, young men around. Simply watching Nico command the attention of his team is inspiring. Ryan is so organized; I don’t know how he does it, but he can pull up any details or orders faster than I can blink. No one ever doubts the information given because, by the time it is passed on to any of the staff, it is water tight.
So, now I must justify my enormous salary and produce the goods. In this case, the head shots of the men and women Ben approached with the possibility of being part of the veterans’ calendar. I have over twenty potential models to photograph. Some have been through Ben’s program here, others are from his local VA group.
“I’m getting nervous about this,” I whisper to Troy, who sits on my right-hand side, “they have all been through so much: they’re heroes, for God’s sake. What have I done? Nothing, that’s what.”