"I know that now," he said as if that should have been perfectly clear then as well. But then Arthur went on and his heart ached in his chest. To know that he hadn't been alone, had the same thoughts and imagined some of the same things and that they had both, since that moment, been waiting for this one.
He chuckled though. "I thought about kissing you then," he admitted. "There in the dream, when I grabbed you. Couldn't do it though. Damned if I had you thinking of it only as part of a dream and nothing more."
He worried now Arthur would see it all as nothing more than inception and the danger inherent in the act. It wasn't for him though. It was something he'd waited years for.
"She told me to ask you out," he admitted. "I told her she was a romantic and blinded by love," he admitted. "And there I was, just as infatuated as you were."
He sighed as Arthur moved away, smiling a bit. He watched him go, staring at the sway of his reddened ass before he rose and sought out a bottle. Screw glasses while they were in the bath.
I adore his feelings! All the feelings. Always!
He chuckled though. "I thought about kissing you then," he admitted. "There in the dream, when I grabbed you. Couldn't do it though. Damned if I had you thinking of it only as part of a dream and nothing more."
He worried now Arthur would see it all as nothing more than inception and the danger inherent in the act. It wasn't for him though. It was something he'd waited years for.
"She told me to ask you out," he admitted. "I told her she was a romantic and blinded by love," he admitted. "And there I was, just as infatuated as you were."
He sighed as Arthur moved away, smiling a bit. He watched him go, staring at the sway of his reddened ass before he rose and sought out a bottle. Screw glasses while they were in the bath.