Jp by Bethie & Vickie (Jamey & Michael)

Sat, 10 Dec 2005 19:24:50 GMT

Michael: *plops ass down beside Jamey on the sofa, nudging him with a smirk as I hand him a beer*

Jamey: *I smile at him, looking where he plops his ass next to me. I bump my shoulder against his gently and take the beer..* Thank you dude.

Michael: *I snort when he takes his beer as I twist the cap off of mine and hold it up to cheer him with his* Cheers! *I smirk, tilting my head taking my bottle to my lips, licking them before running my tongue over the top of the bottle. I wink at him before taking a drink*

Jamey: Cheers man *I click the bottle with his. I keep my eyes on him as his drinks his beer, licking my lips as he drinks, my eyes moving from his eyes to his lips..* You're beautiful, Matt.

Michael: *I smile and waggle my eyebrows noticing him watching me* See something you like? *I grin, then move closer to him nudging my shoulder with his. I nearly gasp when he says I'm beautiful. I don't think I ever heard anyone voice that before. Thinks. Nope not like that,man..holy shit. I swallow my drink of beer while my eyes widen a bit, bringing the bottle back down slowly* So are you! *as I look into his hazel eyes, the very ones that have me sailing into a celestial gaze. I swallow hard* God Jamey, what you do to me.

Jamey: *I look him up and down..* Well, hell yeah. *I say in a deep southern drawl. I bump my shoulder with his, liking touching him. I watch his reaction when I tell him he's beautiful. I raise the bottle to my lips as he does. I blush when he says that I'm beautiful. I swallow hard when he says "God Jamey, what you do to me." and lower my bottle..* Tell me... *I issue seductively..*

Michael: *I blush, wow..Michael Shane is blushing. Holy fuck. But man..he's the only one that could pull a blush from me. I watch his reaction when I tell him...and I'm quite frank and to the point, not pulling any punches* You make my cock hard..and you take my breath away. *I smirk* Good enough?

Jamey: *I tilt my head as I bite my lower lip, listening to his words as I smile..* Nope. I wanna hear more. *I give him a little pout, runningmy fingertips over his flesh that protrudes from the whole in the thigh area of his jeans..*

Michael: *He wants to hear more? After I said he makes my cock hard, which he does. I glance down at myself, cracking a small smile, then moving my eyes back to him. First starting with his hand as he brings the bottle so nonchalantly to his lips. I watch as he licks his lips just before bringing the tip of the bottle to them. I groan inwardly not being able to control my cock from jutting in the confines of my tight jeans, knowing he'll probably notice. If he already hasn't. I shudder watching him pout. Fuuuck. God I wanna feel him so badly. It's been way too fucking long. I practically melt where I sit as his soft fingertips brush lightly over my flesh through the holes in my jeans, making my hair stand on end* Fuuuck. How much more? *I snort, trying my damndest to hold myself back from attacking him seductively.

Jamey: *I lean over him to let my tongue slide over his skin through the hole and hear his near desperate groan..* You like? *I whisper agaist his skin, my warm breath stroking over him as I hear his breathing change in rythem as I slide my tongue along the denim upward. I pause as I see myself in the truck, him driving and my mouth covering his hard tool beneath a pair of jeans. I've done this to his apparently... what the hell... let's do 'er again... I think tomyself as I move my mouth up to his hard cock where I lick, feeling the material getting wet as my mouth works over his hardened member beneath the zipper. I moan hard as I slide my fintertips back in the hole of those torn jeans..*

Michael: *I blink as he leans down letting his tongue slide over my skin through the holes in my jeans, and I end up getting so taken by it all that I don't even realize I've let my bottle almost slide from my fingers. I snap my head real quick at it as I catch it with my other hand before it falls to the floor, splashing drops of beer from the spout. I clear my throat with a shit eating smirk* What's not to like? *Holy shit, he's doing the same damn thing he did in the truck that night. Does he remember that? My eyes widen, glancing down and I take in a seething breath watching his tongue dart over the denim. I close my eyes for a split second as my breath catches my throat and my eyes snap back open as his tongue slides over my growin bulge* Jamey..*I whisper softly, setting my beer on the sofa but not letting go of the bottle, holding it loosely beside me* You did the same thing in the truck that night. Holy Shit. *I almost lose my breath when his tongue slides up to my hardened tool from the outside of my jeans, as he moistens the denim with each stroke of his talented tongue. I groan, bringing my free hand up, threading his hair* Oh God, Jamey..*I let my head fall back against the sofa, letting him do whatever he wishes. Who the fuck am I to stop this? Holy Fuck. I gasp as his fingers work their way back to my flesh as his fingers circle from under the denim. Oh man..I gotta wear these jeans more often* If your tongue is that eager, why don't you just..*I swallow hard as my hand fists his hair..* Just put it here..*And I buck to his tongue on the outside of the denim*

Jamey: Oh... baby... I want'chu so bad... *I moan as I move back to my "appointed task" and beging to suck over him, pulling the damp material into my hungered mouth as my fingers appriciate his silken flesh. I think about stopping for just a few seconds as his hips buck toward me. I moan as I pull my head from him..* Damn... *I hiss through seethed teeth as I sit back against the sofa, grabbing my beer to take a few huge gulps and then looking at him. I lean to kiss him, his eyes round, filled with heat, his lips slightly parted as I move to them, covering them with my own. I kiss him slowly at first but then the need is overwhelming and takes over both ofus as I move up on my knee on the sofa as he head bends back, my tongue pushing into his mouth in devine submission. I bring my hands to his hips, holding him against me as I kiss him hard, a heated demand as I moan into the confines of his lips. I feel his arms fold around my neck and nearly whimper from a desperate need so strong that it robs me of my breath as well as any common sense I may have started with...*

Michael: *"Oh... baby... I want'chu so bad.." fuuuck. He said that same thing that night as well. It's like we're reliving it except for the fact that I'm not handcuffed, although that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. My eyes still fixed on his tongue sliding over the demin and I cant help but buck up every time it swoops over my swollen head, leaving moistened paths due to his tongue and from my leaking tip. Fuuuck! He keeps this up and we'll be fucking in a heart beat. I groan and my hair stands on end again sending shivers up and down my spine each time his fingertips caress gently over my skin. I groan in protest when he pulls his head up from my moistened groin. My eyes lower to my moistened jeans hearing.."Damn..". I swallow hard when it comes out as nothing more than a fevered hiss through his teeth. I can't help but almost feel disappointed when he sits back, taking a gulp of his beer, but that all changes when he leans in, stealing my breath as his mouth crushes against mine, leaving no question in my mind as to what he wants as he slowly devours my mouth with his own. I moan through our lips as he deepens the kiss and the images of that night come crashing through my mind. Our whimpers and moans fill the room when his hands are brought to my hips as he holds me hard against him. I slide my arms around his neck, dropping my near empty bottle, not caring where it lands as we lock in an embrace. He's taking control of my senses, not allowing room to slow down but only to heighten the depths of our passion. I moan hard against him, moving myself to straddle his lap, bucking hard against him. I violently lift my mouth from his an a fierce attempt to suck air into my lungs, looking at him with fevered lust before slamming my mouth back to his* Make love to me Jamey.. *I whisper harshly against his lips, not able to control myself as my tongue shoves past his parted lips, giving him no room for question as to what I want*

Jamey: *I moan when he slides straddled over my lap and kisses me hard as hell, filling me with everything that he has. I have to believe that when we are ready to make love again he will not walk away, that my falling in love with him was not wrong and that I won't be hurt by him. I know his reputation and of course, Jarrett has been telling me that I am just a "flavor of the month" due to his boredom but then hell.. if that were the case what does that say for Jarrett cause it's his ass that Matt is bored with to begin with.. I am jarred from my thoughts by his words "Make love to me Jamey.." and I moan as I lift him, carrying him, wrapped around me to -our- bedroom. I lower his back to the matress..* Are you sure, Matt? *I roll my eyes at how damn lame that sounded and it was not even what I wanted to say. How the hell do I tell him that I'm scared shitless that he's going to leave after he gets what he wants from me that Jarrett has told me that this is just a llittle obsession of his and as soon as he's "done with me" he'll be gone, that I could not possibly keep Michael Shane's interest. I kiss his shoulder as he lays beneath me, my entire body rippling with need for him that my thoughts are quickly diminishing to nothing more than fragments of splintered whispers. I slide my hand over his ribcage beneath his shirt and moan at the things he is doing to me. His smell is masculine, heady, strong, wild. Cologne mingled with his own natural scent. His skin is soft and heated to my touch and his taste is salty but yet there is a near underlined sweetness to the taste of his flesh as I nip at his chest as I push the T-shirt up higher where he pulls it off his head. I moan as I settle my larger body between his thighs, grinding upward against him in a show of demand but yet taking my time with him, teasing him with not only my fingers, lips, and breath as my words of admiration whisper over his silken flesh..*

Michael: *Our moans mingle together as I slide over his lap, taking his mouth with my own in a demanding yet sensous kiss as our tongues wrestle together relentlessly as the images run through my mind about that night a few months back and how different it was from just the other night as we lay in the back of that familiar place freely while we talked and drank a few beers. That night brought out something inside that was altogether different as I was lying in his arms. It was a sense of freedom, a taste of unbridled freedom, something that I had longed for throughout the course of my life and yet I've found it with Jamey and I hadn't realized it was staring me in the face all along, until now. I swallow the lump that's forming in my throat and how quickly it goes down with thoughts of Jarrett that pops into my head of how he's made assumptions that Jamey will leave me, that he won't stay. I know of his past, it's not foreign to me. I've known how many times he's gone back to Daniels and yet was never satisfied each time and then the time with Brian and yet did not stay with him either. So, did he find it with me? What exactly is it that attracted him to me and yet I have every intention of asking him just what it was that yielded him back to me. I swallow hard when he suddenly lifts me in his arms and yet our lips manage to stay locked together in the heat of passion as he carries me willingly to our bedroom. The room where we've slept, talked, and played with his daughter. A room that we share together as one. I moan, breaking the kiss as he lowers my back to the bed, blinking as he hovers over me. "Are you sure, Matt"? and his question bides no hesitation on my part as my finger gently traces his jawbone* I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life, if you can believe that. *I smirk, yet it turns to a pitiful moan when he kisses my shoulder. I whimper, writhing beneath him, yet wanting more. I growl low as his fingers slide to my ribcage not being able to help the heated passion rising up inside me as I buck up to his hips, not leaving any room for doubt within his mind of what I desire as our moans fill the room. His scent passes my nostrils as his hair fans out over my flesh as he settles himself against me, nipping at my bared chest as loud moans scream from my throat when as he worships my tanned flesh with his fingers and lips. Whimpers and moans flood from my mouth when my cock juts in my jeans. I grab his hand, dragging it down between our pressed bodies in a fierce attempt to get him to touch me as his fingers caress over my aching cock* Touch me Jamey. *I hiss through parted lips covering his mouth with my own*

Jamey: *I moan as his fingers touch my jawbone and slide my stubbled chin against his hand like a kitten being petted and I swear if I listen close enough I would be purring like mad. His writhing and responses to my touching him is setting my body on fire, he's responding perfectly in every way. I moan as I grind my body against his, my lips moving over his body. His whimpers and soft moans teasing my flesh as though thousands of fingers were stroking over me causing my body to harden with an all consuming need to please him as I have never pleased another..* Happy birthday... *I whisper as he reaches for my hand pulling it over him telling him to touch me. I moan hard as he grinds my hand over his jutting cock...* My God... Matt. Yes, Baby... Yes. *I massage over his hardness, kneading over him as he kisses me. I slide my tongue into his mouth, winding it around his in a dance of lust but yet so intensely filled with such a raw passion that my body is literally burning for him..* I need you so much, Matt... *I moan against his stomach as my lips trail a descent downward while my hand continues it massage over him.. All my doubts are beginning to dwindle with the taste of his skin under my lips..* Mmmm.. Matt. *I whisper as I start to slowly work the zipper of his pants open and thrust my hand in, grasping his hard tool, sliding my hand up and down the engorged shaft..*

Michael: *I growl low in the midst of our passion faintly hearing his voice murmuring "Happy Birthday" and I hiss with darkened eyes* Hoping there's so many more like this man. *I swallow hard at the huskyness of my voice and his as our eyes connect for a brief second, before we resume to the foreplay and holy shit! What foreplay this is!?! My body shivers at the touch of his hand over my jutting leaking cock as it moistens my jeans. I moan wanting a release as it throbs in it's confines. I buck my hips fiercely to his, giving him no doubt as to what I'm eager to have happen. I moan hard into our kiss as our tongues swirl together in heated passion.. my hands wandering relentlessly about his body. I shiver with hard moans ripping from my throat when his hand plunges around my hard length* Uhhhh God, Jamey. *My breath catches in my throat and my eyes about roll in the back of my head as he begins stroking my hardened length. I shiver beneath him, not wanting to cum right away. I want to savor this* Slow down baby. *I whimper not believing my own words but damn.. I want to savor this moment knowing it won't last forever, but I just want to stay like this for as long as we can. I bring my hand down over his, helping him stroke me as my back arches almost completely off the bed* Ohh God.. fuck.. don't wanna cum yet. *I whine, moving my hand over his to slow him down.* Please.. fuck me Jamey.. I gotta feel you inside me. Please..

Jamey: *I let my hand move over him, taking him, claiming him as my own. I feel his stickiness coating the pad of my thumb as I slide it over the head of his cock and I whimper as he tells me to slow down but I'm already sliding his pants down his curvacious hips, sliding them from him slowly as I look down at him. The look in his eyes is robbing me of my senses as I lean to kiss him. What starts out as a tender kiss soon turns into a kiss of a near desperate need for him. I groan hard when his hand comes over mine to stroke over his hardness..* You're so hard, Baby. *I whisper against his stomach as his muscles ripple beneath my lips causing my hardness to jut beneath my jeans..* Why the hell do I still have my clothes on? *I smirk down at him as I lean up to pull the T-shirt off my body. Lowering my body back to him, I offer him my fingers against his lips to supple at them to moisten them to prepare him..* Suck baby.. *I whisper with a gutteral, thick tone of fierce desire. My hands all over him, stroking him as if as if to stake a claim, leaning fully against him so that he feels my love for him. My own eyes closing as my body shakes a little as waves of pleasure assult me, each one stronger than the one before. His soft moan touching my senses, kneading his flesh as his lips suck on my fingers..* You're so beautiful! *I groan, the rough desire in my voice. My body growing heavy and liquid, and a deep inner throbbing making me move restlessly against him..*

Michael: *The desire of wanting him is so intense that he's pulling pitiful cries from within my throat as I buck to his hand on my cock. I growl low when his thumb swipes over the head, pulling my precum slicked to his flesh. I arch allowing my jeans past my hips, not being able to get out of them fast enough. I kick them off the rest of the way as his hands freely wander over my body. I swallow hard looking up at him as he hovers over me and I can't even bring myself to utter simple words with that look in his eye. He's literally taken my breath away as I struggle for mere words to pass through my parted lips. I whimper as his hot breath, then comes over my rippled stomach whispering "You're so hard, Baby". Fuck.. if he only knew how long I'd been this way for him. Times that I've sat in my bedroom thinking of him, or times that I've cut myself in the bathroom hardening from just the mere thought of him. I moan when he offers me his fingers willingly allowing then to pass through my lips, bringing my own hand around his, pulling his fingers into my mouth. My eyes fixed on his letting my tongue swirl his fingers, taking each one in one by one with moans pulling hard from me. I suck in a breath, tilting my head, staring at his eyes as I suck his fingers. My God.. I don't think it's ever been this way. It's always been hard and fast and just a good fuck, but never this sensous. I gasp when he says I'm beautiful and my eyes glisten with tears* Not.. *I whimper* half as.. *my voice becomes shakey* beautiful as you. *I swallow hard, still twirling my tongue around each finger, not taking my eyes off of his for a second* Make.. *swirls around his thumb* love.. *swirls around his pointer finger* to *swirls around his middle finger* me.. *taking in his last two fingers as I suck them hard, bucking up to his hips. I then reach down to the buckle on his jeans, making no attempt to struggle as they come loose in an instant. I moan taking my eyes off him for a split second bringing his jeans past his hips, releasing his thickness into my hand*

Jamey: Yes... *I whisper against his throat at his heated plea to make love to him as I pull my fingers from his mouth while I kick the rest of the way from my jeans. I move my lips to his hard budded nipples as I slide my tongue over each one, pulling them into my lips, suppling at him as I push the taut peak to the roof of my mouth. I know for a fact that men's nipples are just as sensitive as women's during stimulation. His nipples are a tempting feast against my mouth as I moan at the taste of his flesh and the feel of him writhing beneath me as my hand strokes over his cock before moving down his sac and to his sweet, tight little ass. Thin cries come from his lips as my velvet darkness swirls over him. Warm, velvet blackness that blocks out any reservation that either of us may still harbour as to whether or not we are doing the right thing. I moan against his nipple as I slide one finger into his puckered opening, feeling his hips buck at the intrusive penatration, his inner muscles restricting in a natural reaction. I feel us desolve into purely physical animals, instinctively seeking more of the pleasure offered the other. My free hand roaming about his body, impatiently smoothing over his hard muscled flesh both of us trembling wildly at the others intimate touches, pleading for more. Lost in passion, my breath catches sharply as I lift my mouth from him, looking into those lucid hazel eyes..* Oh dear God's in the heavens... *I moan hoarsely, not wanting this to end too fast but yet desperatly needing to be inside him soon. Damn soon. I slide my fingers from him slowly as I position myself against him, grasping his hips as I watch my hardness slide into him at an almost painstakingly slow pace that has me hissing, wanting to drive my hips forward, to piston my hips into place but yet wanting to savor the feel of his tightness enveloping my hard cock..* Matt... oh... fuuuuck! *I moan as I am nearly buried within him, my fingers digging into his small hips as total rapture overtakes me and I start to snap my hips against his letting my head fall back to let this sensation engulf my every sense..* I love you... *I whisper without thought, only knowing that it is so utterly true that I am nearly stunned at the strength of my feelings for him..*

Michael: *I whimper hearing him utter "Yes" knowing the pleasure it will bring to both of us as mere flashes of that night bury deep in my mind. I groan protestingly when his fingers extract from my mouth, bucking up when he struggles himself free from his jeans. I writhe underneath him as soon as his lips are felt on my nipples. Holy Jesus he's driving me crazy with each swoop of his hot tongue as it slides over it, bringing it to it's peak. I shiver against his mouth as my cock juts in his hand. My head jerks back against the pillows as his hand moves to my sac and then to my ass. I hiss* You're driving me fucking crazy.. *My breath catches hard deep in my throat when he pushes his finger inside me. My back nearly arching completely off the bed, shoving my ass toward his hand, thus burying his finger deep inside of my tightness. I growl, looking at him with darkened eyes as his free hand moves swiftly over my rippled flesh. I cry out when he pulls his finger almost all the way out just to plunge it ruthlessly hard against my prostate. I seethe in a breath when he pulls his finger from me and I lift my head to watch as he positions himself while our animalistic passions kick in. I grab the sheets while he grabs my hips, readying myself for his thickness. I moan hard when he slides his hard cock in my tight puckered opening* Oh God, yes.. this is just the way I remembered it. Fuck Jamey yes.. harder! *I groan hard when he starts moving at a faster pace, snapping his hips against mine in a fierce attempt to abide my pleas. I whimper, bringing a hand to my eyes wiping the tears that threaten to fall when he tells me again that he loves me. My lip quivers and I close my eyes, opening them again to see his staring back at me and I blink several times as a tear slides from the side of my face and runs quickly to the pillow. I shiver hard beneath him knowing he saw that and there wasn't anything I could do.. not even sure if I wanted to do anything about it.. but shit. This is something I've never experienced. I swallow damn hard, bringing my hand back down, but this time I'm wrapping it around my hard aching cock* I... I ..God, I love you too James Black.. I love you so much. *One hand stroking over my cock and the other fisting the sheet while he's making love to Matt Bentley. No more Michael Shane at this particular moment.. it's just Matt and Jamey.. Jamey and Matt. I suck in a breath as he marks me*

Jamey: *I look down at him as a tear slides down his perfect face. The picture of perfection. He is so perfect in everyway. I have never in my life seen a more perfect creature as Matt Bentley. I move my hips harder against him, watching his hand stroke over his own hardness as I come so close to my own hard completion but I don't want to cum yet... not yet. I want to be in him longer. I want to feel him tight over me as he milks every ounce of my ecstacy from me. I look down at him, wanting to see his face at the peak of his intense pleasure. So close to my own release that I am crying out as I twist my body away from Matt's inticing hands as I stroke my fingers over his stomach, petting him, watching the muscles ripple beneath the slight caresses of my fingertips smoothing lightly over his skin, bringing fleeting, intimate caresses to him that has him writhing for more. I hear myself cry out at the tension building in my body, the sensation as frightening as it is pleasurable, feeling as if I may explode into a million tiny little pieces at any moment. His devilish eyes looking up at him as he tells me that he loves me, calling me James Black as opposed to James Storm is damn near more than I can take as he destroys what little reign I have over my control. He's destroying my control, my sense of self as I become him and he becomes me, little fragments of the other embedding into the others soul..* Let it go, Matt.. Cum for me, Baby. *I whisper roughly against his ear as he cries out unintelligible sounds of pasion as I start to stroke over his hand that's moving over his hard tool. I watch his body write in the passion thats consuming him and just as he begins his doward spiral, I pin him tightly to the bed with my weight, adjusting myself, thrusting into him with one deep, powerful, deliberate thrust forward. Both of our voices crying out, mingling in the air amongst the scent of the scented candles that burn around us. Sandelwood. Both of our favorite scent. Another common bond we share. A single sharp cry tears from my body as my body convulses my release into him, flooding the tightness of his ass, flooding my hot seed back against my pulsating cock and wetting my corse hairs. I groan against his throat as I take him at a quicker pace, reading for yet another orgasm to follow. Taking him swiftly, a bit roughly my teeth clenching hard as we both ride out another wave of near brutal climaxes flood over us..*

Michael: *He sees it. Oh God he sees the tear and I swallow hard wondering what's going through his mind, wishing that now I could read it. I want to know every thought of this man. Every whimper, every cry from his lips. Every feeling he feels over me and of others. I want to be in his head and his heart. Be his lover, his friend, his confidant and more as I look into his hazel green eyes that flicker with the candle light that bides this room. I blink at his silouhette that dances across the walls with each movement of his hips and his hot breath careening over my sweat beaded flesh. I gasp as he slows himself, wanting to savor each passonfiled moment of being inside me. I tense on purpose just to feel his pulsating length and to savor this moment as well. I cry out when his fingers stroke their paths on my stomach and our eyes meet again, this time it's different. It's like I can read him, his thoughts are so pure within the confines of my mind. I called him by his real name and the affect is in his eyes so I repeat it again* James Black *I whisper against him, bringing my hand to his to chest, as it ripples down his sated skin. I lick my lips as my hand moves harder over my cock pulling moans from each of us as he moves his hips passionately but earnestly against mine. I cry out from his voice.. "Matt.. Cum for me, Baby" my body writhing beneath his as the fiery passion rips from my throat in a single cry when he floods me with his sweet essence and I shiver as I cover my hand with my own thundered rapture pulling moans as we watch it shoot across both our stomachs and my chest. I scream my ecstacy through clenched teeth as another one floods out over my hand quickening my pace, bucking violently to my hand and his hips* Ohhhh Godddd in heaven Jamey! My God! *I seethe in a harsh breath, the back of my head digging into the pillows as both of us milk ourselves of our flowing raptures*

Jamey: *The upheaval to my senses have left me dazed as I lay over him, breathing heavily against his shoulder, pulling his scent into my open mouth as I breathe hard. My body feeling buffeted, shocked, and unlike my own. The inferno that had consumed our bodies dying out to a wild fire licking at our already too hot flesh as alien sensations send their wild messages to my body as well as my brain as I try my damnedest to understand all the emotions that are flooding into me as my entire body still trembles in the wake of a passion that was so out of control. I sigh contently against him even as my mind spins in mad dizzying circles. I don't like being out of control, even if it is something as intensly wild as making love, I need to have that control, but Matt Bentley shattered all hopes I had of control without so much as a thought and I can't help but wonder if he even realizes what he does to me with just a single glance. What that man does to me is without a doubt outlawed in 48 of the states, but here I am reveling in the after glow of our deep set passion. I let my fingers stroke over his sweat dampened skin. Skin on skin as we lie here clinging, anchoring one another to earth. There are no need for words. None would be appropriate anyway. There are no mere words that could convey my feelings for him at this moment. There are so many other "couples" that feel the need for such stupidity as "Was it good for you?" or "Did you like that?" hell... iff'n ya gotta ask, there was something wrong somewhere. And there sure as hell wasn't a damn thing wrong here. I do groan as I move to my back, pulling him with me as I remain inside him not yet ready to be extracted from him or that part of myself that has become him..*

Michael: *I stare up at him with no need for words, both of us trembling from this mind blowing ecstacy that was shared between us with no forces except our own willing minds and our passion ridden bodies that now are slicked together with our wild unbridled passion as we cling to each other in attempts to collect our breaths from the short pants that have over taken us. I moan when his finger tips become light paths on my dampened sated flesh as we lay flesh to sated flesh, both of us caught up in the moment as we remain silent. I sigh contented as the dampness from my tear clings to my cheek. I still can't believe that I'm lying here in Jamey's arms and it's willingly and he loves me. I shake my head slightly wondering what the hell I did to deserve something and/of someone like him, and of his nature, when I lay here thinking about all the things that have happened and yet months ago, I never dreamed that it could ever be like this. Yet I strived for my life to become different over the course of many years and I always thought I'd just remain wayward but here..now..like this..I can actually say that I'm home. I am where I'm meant to be. I am where I am. Matthew Bentley, 26 years old and it's taken this long and I can finally say that I'm free* Happy Birthday to me..*I whisper over his sated flesh as my mouth captures the salty sweat of his skin while trailing little kisses along his shoulder and neck while settling against him as this day..my day slowly comes to a close*

Michael The ARCHANGEL

Jp by Bethie & Vickie (Jamey & Michael)