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I waited another year to go back to the Keys. It was summer again, and I was surrounded by tourists looking for a week of sun and good times with other men. I wanted to be just like them, but my mind was solely focused on Bolivar.
I got a room and settled in. I planned to spend most of my time in the pool, like I usually did, but first I wanted to text Bolivar. I didn't expect him to be at the resort too. I hadn't talked to him in over a year. He could have been anywhere else on the planet for all I knew.
Hi. I'm at the resort. Any chance you're here too?I wanted him to be and I really wanted to see him again, but Iwouldn't be holding my breath for it either.
I am. I saw you check in. You haven't changed at all.
I was surprised but glad that he was there. I had no idea why he'd thought that I would suddenly be different at all.Want to go swimming?
How about we talk for a bit instead?
Sure.No sooner had I sent that text than someone started knocking on my door.
I got up, expecting him, but it was still good to be surprised all the same. His hair had turned to purple now, though he had blond streaks between the lavender strands. He still stood only up to my shoulder, but at least he looked old enough to drink now. "Hey."
His hair fell into his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. "Hi. How's school?"
"Good." I got nearly straight As and I went to all of my classes. "How's…" I wasn't really sure what he did all day actually. "How's living in a gay resort?"
Bolivar rolled his eyes. "I don't actually live here. I just spend a lot of time here. I do still have my house in Maine." He leaned against the wall across from me. "Are you dating anyone yet?"
"It's a little hard to think about someone when I've only wanted you." There. I'd said it. I hadn't planned to. I hadn't even planned on seeing him when I'd come back to the Keys. I'd just missed him and wanted to be close to some part of the world that was us again.
Bolivar fisted his hand in my shirt and pulled me close to him. "Is that so?"
I shrugged. I'd wanted him for almost two years. He'd kept telling me off. I didn't think what I had to say now would matter too much more anyway. But there Bolivar was, for once leaning toward me. He brought his lips to mine, and it took mefar too long to catch up to what was going on as his soft mouth moved over mine.
I didn't know how we got to this point, or why he'd decided that we could be there now, but I wasn't going to start complaining, not when I was getting a chance with the one person I'd been wanting for so long.
He was only wearing a pair of swim trunks, which were easy for him to slide off. I was still dressed, though, struggling to get out of my clothes as he stood there looking me over with his head cocked to the side and his hair falling in his face.
Once I was naked too we were back to kissing. I couldn't get enough of him.
On the bed, I fumbled, though. I didn't want this to be like Imrel. I didn't want the pain and the feeling that I'd been used to come from Bolivar like it had from him. I had to stop us. "Bolivar?" I pulled back and he instantly went still beside me.
"Yes?" His lips were swollen and his eyes were bright, but he was focused.
I didn't know how to begin saying this, so I figured that I'd just jump right in. "I need a lot of lube. Imrel didn't—" His twisted, hard expression was enough to get me to shut up right then.
Then he seemed to come back to himself. He sighed and his expression softened just like that. "I'm not Imrel, and not all dragons are the same, just as not all humans are. Imrel can be cruel with the virgins he collects. That's why I tried to warn you away from him. Do you trust me?"
I nodded. I did. I just needed him to be gentle with me. I started to turn over, to prepare myself for what I was sure would be another painful experience, but Bolivar put his hand on my hip. He pushed me back on the bed, and then he was there, lying beside me on the comforter as he put his mouth over my cock. I stared at him as my mind tried to connect what was happeningto what I had always heard about the dragons. He was supposed to be my boss, and my master, and I was supposed to have taken care of him in all things. I'd thought that would mean in bed too, assuming we ever got that far. But here he was, going down on me.
Then he was kissing me again, being gentle as he moved his mouth over mine and gradually sliding his thighs over my hips. I barely knew what he was doing until I was in him, his body a tight vise around my shaft as he began to move.
"Stay with me," he whispered, bringing my shaking hands to his hips. "Just trust me. I'm never going to hurt you."
I believed him. He was gentle with me and we were slow together. Even when I wanted to speed up, he kept me still and I let him lead. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy having him there with me. When I came I had my arms around him and my face buried in his shoulder, and I knew everything would be okay.
I lay there panting, still trying to figure out what had just happened and what had changed Bolivar's mind. "You could have done this with me anytime. Why now?"
Bolivar kissed my cheek and lay down next to me, his body warm and slick with sweat. "Because you've changed. Your experiences, your losses, they've changed you. You're no longer looking for a quick thrill. You're no longer settling for good enough. I've wanted you, and you've been interested in me, but until you were ready there was no use in even thinking about something more. Until you were open to the idea of forever with someone, I wasn't about to risk my heart again."
My breath caught. He was right. I slowly nodded. "You could have told me that, though."
"Would you have believed me?"
I shook my head. "No, I probably wouldn't have."
