I just finished filming season 3 ofYard Line, and I have a whole year off before it shoots again. Until then, I’ll be on a Broadway run.
“No more scheduling every scrap and shred of time we can see each other in between projects. Holy shit, Chase, I feel like I could cry.”
“I get to have you near me whenever I want,” he says, clutching at my skin. “Say goodbye to your cock, because it’s mine now.”
“You know what this means?” I ask him. “I’m finally going to do it. I’m going to buy a real apartment in New York. I’m tired of hotel hopping every time I come, even though they’re all gorgeous places. Fuck, this is incredible.”
Chase is smiling wide, and I swear his dimples alone could make my heart burst.
The rest of the night is simple.
Chase and I share fresh fruit, watch a little bit more of myshow, and then he insists on giving me a lazy blowjob by the pool outside a few hours later, under the stars.
But after a lifetime of constantly seeking the right things to do, or say, or think, I know now that it was all completely unnecessary.
Because none of this would have been “right,” on paper.
But it’s perfect. It’s the energy I need, and a depth of love that I didn’t know existed.
When he smiles, or kisses me, or makes me come for no reason at all, I think of all the empty spaces he found in me. The parts I’d been pretending didn’t exist.
I love him when he’s having bad days or good ones. I love being there to hold him, to touch him, when everything in his mind feels completely scattered in the wind.
“I love you,” he tells me in bed right before sleep.
He smells likehim.I don’t know how his hair has magical properties of always smelling that good, but I’m not going to question it.
I bring him close to me, burying my nose in his hair.
“I love you so much. And you know you’re getting a key to my New York apartment, right?”
I cherish every part of the excitement I see in his eyes as he looks up at me, in the pale light coming through my bedroom windows.
“Yeah? You like me that much, huh?” he says. “I swear you’re getting acrushon me, Logan Stone.”
I kiss his temple, softly and slowly. “Want to know a secret? I’ve sort of had a crush on you since the moment I laid eyes on you. And now my crush is all-consuming. You know I had a dream the other night where I was just trying to think of different ways to make you laugh?”
“Obsessed with me much?” he murmurs.
I can’t help but smile.
“Completely. Devastatingly. With all my fucking heart.”
“Well, I’m obsessed with you too,” he says. “So get used tome. Because I’m going to spend the rest of my fucking life falling more and more in love with you.”
“Even when I bother you?” I ask, stroking my palm over his back.
He hums. “Especially when you do that. Can you bother me forever?”
“I promise I will, Chase.”
