Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,69
creaked softly, and Travis stepped into the room. He sat down next to Micah, hugged him around his shoulders, and kissed his temple.
“Dinner’s ready.”
“Thank you. I’m almost done.”
“How are you?” Travis asked. Invariably he spotted every subtle change in Micah’s mood. Sometimes, Micah was mildly annoyed by it—he would never be able to hide anything from Travis—but mostly, he loved it. Travis’s hovering made him feel safe and treasured.
“I’m okay. I wish we could stay here forever, though. Screw the city life.”
“You’re looking forward to going back to college. Don’t deny it.”
“I am. But the other stuff will be a nuisance. My father wants to meet you. Properly, he said. The court hearings…”
“I’ll be with you all the time. Not because I think you need me. You’re perfectly capable of dealing with everything yourself.” Another kiss on his temple. “But I’m spoiled. I’m used to having you all to myself. I don’t want to share you with the rest of the world either. Not even for a few hours each day.”
Micah flipped around and straddled Travis’s lap. He kissed Travis softly on the lips. “You’re with me all the time.”
Travis ran a palm up and down Micah’s torso, brushing over his chest and lingering on his flat belly. Micah smiled. The invisible bond between them held, only growing stronger, and Travis felt it too. Next, when their lips touched again, they kissed longer and deeper and parted on a sigh.
“Dad and Pa want to see us again as soon as we arrive,” Travis said after a while.
“We can have dinner with them tomorrow if you want?”
“I’m sure they’d love it. Especially Dad. He keeps asking about you. Several times during each phone call.”
Micah had been starstruck during the first meeting with Travis’s parents, nervous and so eager to please. It hadn’t been necessary. Travis’s dad was easygoing and friendly, way more approachable than his public persona suggested. And while Travis’s pa was rather quiet, he made sure Micah felt accepted into the family from the very first day. Micah looked forward to seeing them again, and he was curious about meeting Jared and Oscar too.
“We can stay here every other weekend if you want. Up until the snow comes.”
“I’d love that.”
“Do you want my help with the packing?”
“No, I’m good. I’ll finish after dinner.”
Micah would make sure to have everything ready so they wouldn’t get delayed in the morning. They had to get up early to secure the chalet before they left. They would stop to say good-bye to Travis’s friends in Birdsview and then drive to Dalton City.
He stood and made to leave the bedroom, taking Travis’s hand in his, but Travis stopped him with a gentle tug.
“I don’t want to go either, Micah.”
A strange intensity laced Travis’s words, and Micah met his gaze. Travis seemed scared and determined at the same time.
“We can’t hide here forever. You need to go to work. In person. And I need to go to school. But I’ll still sleep wrapped around you like an extra blanket every night.” Micah grinned, but Travis remained serious.
“I want more than that,” he whispered.
Micah’s eyes grew wide, and his cheeks heated.
“Micah love, I don’t want to wait,” Travis said. “I don’t want to sit around and count weeks and months until it becomes acceptable to ask you.”
With perfect clarity, Micah knew. “Don’t wait.”
He wasn’t surprised when Travis knelt on the floor among the scattered luggage.
“Will you marry me, Micah? Do you want me as your husband?”
Even if he were to search his brain for hours, Micah wouldn’t find a trace of doubt.
“Yes. Forever.”
The happiness on Travis’s face was indescribably beautiful.
Eighteen
Second heat
Two years later
Travis
Languorously Travis dragged his cock through Micah’s heat-swollen insides. Paradise.
“You’re so soft. Feels like silk. Let’s see how many times I can make you come, hm?”
He snapped his hips in quick succession, sliding over Micah’s gland, and Micah arched from the bed with his first completion, filling the room with the drugging scent of heat cum. Travis welcomed the edge of insanity it brought their lovemaking. His cock was in heaven, he was in heaven, and it was only the first day.
“Love this,” Micah murmured.
“Good?”
“Fuck, yes!”
Chuckling, Travis slowed down again, they kissed, and Micah hooked his feet around Travis’s waist, clinging to him.
“Travis.”
“Yes, my love?”
“Open me up. Do it.”
Oh god, Travis wanted to. He’d been dreaming about it for months. Years even.
“It’s only the first day. We have time. There’s no rush.”
“I’ve been waiting forever to feel you in my womb. Please.”
It had become