Blossomed in Love (ManXboy)

Kisses and Feelings.

Marco

My eyes feel like a tractor filled with farm materials has been parked on it. Ouch, I groan inwardly as I forcefully open my eyes to the brightness of the room that looks oddly familiar. The white walls, distinctive smell of pills and sickness, the annoying beeping from my right side, and the drip currently poking through my skin letting me know exactly where I was. Ugh I hate this place.

After training my eyes to get adjusted to the brightness, I try to remember how I ended up here and it doesn't take long at all to remember what I put my self through over the weekend. Hopefully I did well on the exam because the whole thing is a blur honestly and it will suck if I failed it upon all this.

My eyes travel towards the shadow being projected on left side and I'm gifted with a sight that I can't mistake even if I want to. Right there standing by the floor to ceiling window synonymous with the VIP suite of the hospital is Damon in all his handsomeness.

Strong back flexed with taut muscles showing through the white dress shirt he's wearing. His arms seems to be crossed over each other across his chest giving the gracious view of his broad shoulders and the side bulge of his biceps. Arms that I've always dreamed to be wrapped in but fate hasn't been so kind. His legs go on forever in the black pants he's wearing and it's weirdly refreshing to see him not in the usual model-esque ready-for-a-photoshoot perfect appearance. His untucked shirt has wrinkles on it, his golden colored hair disheveled like he's run his hand through the blond tresses for an uncountable amount of times. Yet I'll do him in a heartbeat, his imperfections making him the more attractive to me, the beauty on the outside just a little glimpse of the heart of gold on the inside.

My parched throat returns me to the reality of where I am and the water just seems so far off from me.

"Dee" It comes out more as a croak than an actual word.

The immediate effect with which he whips back to face me relief washing to his face as he rushes towards me makes my heart skip. Goodness here comes the mixed signals.

"Hey stud" He examines my body up to my face and it's hard not to be a little self-conscious in this hospital gown. I swallow repeatedly to at least moisten my throat but it's harder while laying down. "Let's get you up." He grabs the remote from the side of the bed and brings the bed to an upright position so I'm in more of a 90 degree angle now. "Here have some water." I close my lips around the straw and suck some well needed liquid into my mouth, my throat thanks me for the refreshing effect of the introduced moisture.

"Thanks." The raw emotion with which he stares at me has me flustered under his gaze and it increases every second that he leans in and closes the gap between us.

Soft lips envelop mine, it's slow and steady and I feel like I've finally been gifted the fortune I've wanted for the longest time. He sucks in my bottom lips in his and a small whimper escapes my lips. He moves to my top lip and swipes his tongue over it before sucking it into his warm mouth, it's like nothing I've experienced before and I want more of it. It all comes to an abrupt end as he gives me a chaste kiss on the lips before disconnecting our mouths. It takes me a while to get my bearing back and my eyes flutter open to see the same unfiltered emotions as before.

"Damon you can't keep messing with me like this." Gosh I feel my lips quiver from the strong bottled up feelings coursing through my veins. I close my eyes to keep the tears at bay, I don't want to lose it at least not in front of him. I feel the bed dip and I'm rest assured he stood up till I feel his dominating presence impossibly closer to me, soft breath fans my face as his hand holds onto my nearest one.

"I'm not, right now I'm not Marco. I'm tired of the excuses and the pretense, I want you stud, I've always wanted you and if you'll have me you're all I ever want." I open my eyes slowly to make sure I'm not imagining this because that'll be hella embarrassing. "Hell I'm in love with you Marco, I'm fucking in love with you." He says the last part with a chuckle before continuing "I only want you to myself, is that selfish? Is that wrong?" Not at all.