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“Laurence I’m…” Ribbons of cum spurt from his tip, decorating his chest. “F-fuck…”
A breathy chuckle escapes me, because I feel so good, so fucking powerful, knowing I just did that to him. As the last spurts spill from his tip and warm my hand, his hole pulsates around my cock, sending me flying over the edge with him. “William…yes,” I cry out with a final, hard thrust.
And I fall, heavy, spent on top of his chest.
It takes a solid minute before either of us can talk, overcome by pleasure, breathlessness, and emotion. I keep my head on William’s chest, his skin hot against my cheek and smelling of sweat, cum, and exhilaration, and stroke a finger up and down his arm.
“Laurence,” he begins after what could be a lifetime. “That was…you were…”
“I know,” I agree. He won’t find the words he’s looking for, because there aren’t any powerful enough to describe what we just experienced together. Except, maybe… “I love you, William.”
His arms fold around me. He kisses the top of my head. But…he doesn’t say anything.
He.
Doesn’t.
Say.
Anything.
We have incredible sex, the best sex. We give ourselves to each other in every way a person can. I tell him I love him…and we go to sleep. In silence. Without another word. Ending the greatest day of my life with a tinge of sadness.
I don’t sleep particularly well. Waking often, thinking too much. There’s a noticeable temperature shift in the early hours that doesn’t help, even after putting out the fire. For a while, I get up and cool off on the terrace, drink some water, listen to the waves in the spot I’d pictured William and I admiring the view. Back in bed, William sleeps soundly on his stomach, the sheets pulled down to his waist. I crawl in next to him, place my hand on the small of his back, and watch him sleep. Eventually, my eyes grow heavy, blinks lasting a tad longer each time, and when I open them again…William’s gone.
And it’s daylight.
My body stretches, recoiling when it hits the cold spot of the mattress where William should be, and I rub at my tired eyes. The tiles are warm under my feet when I swing my legs off the mattress, either retained from the fire or a sign we’re in for a glorious day. I don’t see William on my way to the bathroom, don’t hear any noise while I use the toilet or brush my teeth. He doesn’t answer when I call his name while pulling on a pair of jeans. I tell myself he can’t be far, but mild panic pricks my chest as I make my way through the villa.
There you are. Dressed in a white linen shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking like a work of fucking art even from behind. He’s in our spot. On the terrace, hands on the stone wall, gazing out over the water, admiring the world that’s been closed to him. He can have it all now. I can give it to him. Take him anywhere. Offer him anything he desires. It’s all waiting for him right there, on that orange horizon where the sun is beginning to rise.
As I’ve done in my mind a hundred times, I walk up behind him, snake my arms around his waist and rest my head on the firm line of his shoulder. “What are you doing?” I ask, kissing his neck.
“Thinking,” he says. “It’s so beautiful out here, isn’t it? So peaceful. That view…it looks like a painting.”
I nod against him, inhale his scent. “Thinking about…good things?”
“Yes.” His cheek presses against my head. “Very good things.”
“We could swim in there later. After breakfast, maybe,” I suggest, nodding out to the perfectly blue water, tainted only by froths of white against the rocks.
“Ah, I, uh, I don’t do sea.”
I peel myself from his body, step to his side so I can see his face. “You don’t do sea?”
“There are things in there. Living things.” He literally shudders as he speaks. “Weirds me out.”
“Do you mean, like, sharks? Are you afraid?”
“No. Anything. Fish.”
“Fish? You’re scared of fish?” I’m laughing now.
“I’m not scared of them. I just don’t want them sucking on my toes.”
Oh my God. I can’t breathe properly, the laughter coming through so uncontrollably a small tear escapes the corner of my eye. “I’ve never heard such pish!”
William looks at me incredulously, appearing genuinely bemused by my reaction. “It could happen.”
“I’ve swam in oceans all over the world, and not once has a fish sucked my toes. Not a single time.”
“Hmm. I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll protect you.”
He exhales a sad chuckle, laughter drowned in a sigh.
And I realise… “It’s not the fish, is it?”
Tilting his head, William offers a smile that’s become almost a code between us. An understanding. A smile that says you get me. “I almost drowned when I was a kid,” he says, shrugging as if that huge deal is no big deal at all. “At least it felt like I was drowning. I probably wasn’t. But my dad wasn’t paying attention and made me feel pathetic for crying when I made my way back to shore.” He turns away from me, looks to the sky, and I wonder what emotion he’s trying to hide before he glances back and adds, “Haven’t been near the sea since.”
