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Title: All This Time 5/5
Title: All This Time 5/5
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sairalinde and anorienbean
Pairing: David Wenham/Craig Parker
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m sex
Warning: Rimming
Archiving: Saira’s Library, Here With Me, Mirrormere, OEAM, others please ask first
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Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story.
Summary: Craig knows that the only person he can really talk to about his string of failed relationships is his best friend, David, who’s always been there for him.
Viggo sat in the passenger seat of Craig's rental car and smiled as his ex continued to talk about his 'best friend', David. During their relationship he'd always known he would always take a backseat to David, and he hadn't minded really. He sounded like a great guy, but the more time went on, it was clear that Craig didn't just look at David as a best friend. He supposed that was why it made it so easy for them to part ways the way they did. Coming to Virginia hadn't been to drag Craig back to California, or to 'win back his heart'. Viggo never had his heart and he knew it. "I'm really sorry I screwed up yours and David's plans today, I wish you had told me, I know I sort of just sprung all this on you but...it was sort of on a small window of opportunity getting out here. I just... wanted to see you -- I guess just one last time. The main reason I came is because I'm moving...for good...to London," he said softly.
Craig suddenly realized he’d talked all through dinner, and hadn’t really listened to Viggo very much. It *had* been nice to see him again, but all through dinner, he’d found himself seeing someone or something that David would have enjoyed seeing, and had made countless mental notes to tell him about them as soon as he got home. They’d pulled up in front of the hotel and Craig hadn’t even turned off the engine of the car, hoping that Viggo would be tired and call it an early evening. The news that he was moving to London came as a bit of a shock. “London?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow. “I…wow. I had no idea. God, I’m sorry. I’ve babbled all night. I’ve not even asked you about what’s been going on in your life lately. Can’t say I’m not surprised though…I mean….London?”
Viggo laughed, "Yeah, London...remember Sean? The guy I told you about? I'm moving in with him. He didn't want to leave his home because of his family...anyway I just wanted to see you again before I left. We were good together at one time and I still consider you a good friend," he said smiling crookedly. "I'm glad you came back here to Virginia...it suits you. David suits you. I haven't seen you this happy...in a long, long time."
Craig’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “I still consider you a good friend too, Viggo,” he smiled. “I enjoyed our time together, I really did. I’m glad you found this Sean though….he seems good for you. Better than I was, I think. As for Virginia suiting me…yeah, I guess it does. I *am* happy. But…I’m not *with* David like that. We’re just friends….best friends, but nothing more…same as when you and I were together.”
Viggo sighed. How could anyone be so blind? He'd never even *met* David but he KNEW that the man loved Craig...the gifts, the letters, the calls...best friends or not, there was more love there than any long term relationship he knew of. "Craig...you are an intelligent man, but sometimes I do wonder. You and David may not *be* together but you belong together," he murmured shaking his head.
Shaking his head, Craig lifted one hand up, gesturing for Viggo to stop. “No, we don’t,” he said firmly. “I used to have a crush on him in college, but….I never acted on it. You know my history with relationships. I manage to run everyone off. I couldn’t take it if I lost David. I just couldn’t. We’re *just* friends. Hell, I don’t even think he thinks of me as anything other than a friend anyway.”
Viggo laughed, "You're kidding right? How did he react when he heard I was coming?" he asked curiously. He was damn certain he was right, he just had a feeling about it, even back when he and Craig were together, he always knew that he was *always* compared to David. And no matter how good he was to Craig, he would always pale in comparison.
“He didn’t say much, really,” Craig said with a shrug. “Actually we went out to dinner and a movie last night….and before you say it, it was just as friends, nothing more….and we heard your message on the machine when we got home. David was feeling a little tired so he went to bed right after that. Kind of early for us on a Friday night, but he’d had a hard day. I think he was still feeling bad this morning, because he was pretty quiet. I should probably get home soon and check on him. He was still a little pale when I left, and I didn’t want to call in case he took a nap while I was gone…”
Viggo shook his head as Craig spoke. "He wasn't sick, I think he thinks you are leaving with me tomorrow...if you don't believe me, ask him when you get home. He's depressed but he isn't sick," he said smiling kindly. "Have you and he *ever* done anything not just friends? I mean...got drunk and kissed each other, or *something*? In what has it been, fifteen years wasn't it? In all those years you've never shared more than a hug or something?" he asked curiously, unable to believe two men who were so obviously head over heels for each other could hold back that long. He knew he couldn't. He tried with Sean...they tried just to be friends, and now they were moving in together.
“Depressed?” Craig repeated numbly. “Daisy? Why would he be….God, Viggo, he doesn’t feel the same way I….I mean, he doesn’t….shit.” Resting his head on the steering wheel, he closed his eyes and wondered if what Viggo said could possibly be true. Craig had never had any intention of leaving with Viggo. And even if he had, would David really have been *depressed* about it? Shaking his head, he turned and studied Viggo for a moment. “I…well…actually, a few weeks ago, we did kiss. We weren’t drunk or anything, but the last guy I dated had told me I was the worst kisser he’d ever known, and David told me I could….well, …that I could practice on him. But it was only to make me feel better….I’m sure it wasn’t because he *wanted* to kiss me. I mean…I told him to imagine kissing someone he was attracted to, and….I don’t know who he imagined, but I’m sure it wasn’t me…” He voice trailed off uncertainly and he ran a hand over his face. //He doesn’t. He can’t. *I* can’t. I’ll lose him.//
Sighing softly, Viggo understood why Craig was so scared. He knew about Craig's other relationships and he had a theory as to why they hadn't worked out. "Ok...so you kissed him...what was it like? Was it like kissing me? Or Stuart? Or anyone else for that matter?" he asked curiously. "You can be honest, I won't get my feelings hurt if you say it was better than kissing me," he added with a grin.
Leaning his head back on the headrest, Craig closed his eyes and let his fingertips trail lightly over his own lips, smiling at the memory of that kiss. “No,” he whispered, “it wasn’t like kissing you or anyone else I’ve ever kissed in my life. It was….it was perfect. It was delicious, and it was magical and it was so sweet…and I thought for a moment that I’d been struck by lightening, because I couldn’t feel anything but my lips, where they connected to his and….” Opening his eyes, he grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and shook his head to clear it. “But that was just me, Vig. He was probably picturing…someone else. It was….it was a wonderful kiss for me, but I doubt it was anything special to him.”
"Mmm hmmm," Viggo said barely keeping from rolling his eyes. "I have a theory, and you can take it or leave it. I think the reason when you kiss me...or anyone else for that matter...that it'll never have any spark, no magic like what you just described, is because you love David. And I think he loves you. A kiss like that is only magical, only makes your blood boil or your heart flip because the other person is connecting with you...on an elemental level. I'd never felt a kiss like that before until Sean to be honest. You need to talk to him. I think the reason none of your other relationships ever worked out wasn't because you pushed them away; it was because you couldn't give them your heart. Because it wasn't yours to give," Viggo said smiling at the shocked look on Craig's face.
“I….dammit, Viggo, I…..you’re daft!” Craig said, forcing himself to laugh. “David doesn’t love me….he doesn’t. Besides, I….I pushed away my crush on him years ago. He just knows how to kiss, that’s all…” His words were uncertain again, and he found he was having a hard time hearing anything over the pounding of his heart. His mind lingered on the kiss he’d shared with David…the kiss he couldn’t seem to push from his mind, no matter how hard he’d tried. “I…God. Viggo, I….I….my God. You’re right. I don’t think I ever got over him. Everyone I’ve ever dated has said they feel like they take a backseat to David, and….and…I guess they did.” Turning toward the other man, he took a deep breath. “Did you feel that way? Really? That you came second to David in my heart?”
"Yeah, I did. And for a long time I just thought I could live with that, but when the role came up...and neither of us really felt all that depressed about the fact we were going to be apart for so long. I knew. We were good together as friends, but honestly and I'm not saying this to hurt you because I mean this about myself as well...we were good friends, but we were mediocre lovers. There was no passion between us, no urgency or desperation...not the way there should be. Not the way it is with Sean and I...and the way I'm sure it would be with you and David," he said honestly.
Craig nodded absently, letting Viggo’s words sink in, and knowing that he was right. Having sex with Viggo had been good…and comfortable. Even their first few times had been slow and easy and it had remained that way throughout their relationship. He could accept that he loved David, always had, since the first time he’d laid eyes on him, but he still wasn’t sure David loved him. “You…you really think he could love me?” he asked hopefully. “That he could really want me like that?”
"Yes. I'm damn sure of it in fact," Viggo said softly. "When you talk about him, the things he's done, and said over the years...and the fact that to this day the poor man remains alone. What does that say exactly? If he's as great as you say he is. As good looking and as friendly and kind...how is it that he's not been snatched up by someone? You can't say it's just because this is a small town...it's not that small," Viggo grinned. He was actually very certain that David loved Craig. The way they talked for hours on the phone, and the computer in chat, the emails, the cards, and the letters...for over three years he saw all of it, and he knew David had to feel more than friendship for Craig.
“I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?” Craig asked quietly. “I….Viggo, you have no idea how glad I am that you came for a visit. I think Sean’s a very, very lucky man. This sounds incredibly rude, but…would you mind if I leave now? I have to go talk to him. I have to make sure….and to at least tell him how *I* feel.”
Viggo laughed, "I don't think it's rude at all. I'll get a cab to the airport tomorrow...you go talk to him; I think fifteen years is long enough to wait. I'm glad I managed to convince you to talk to him now...I'd hate to see you keep going down the path you have for so long now. I'm only sorry I didn't figure it all out before and saved you from another rough relationship. I just...got to thinking about you recently, and I knew that this was something I needed to say to you in person before I left. Take care of each other, Craig. I'll give you a call from London when I get settled in. I'd like to at least stay in touch," he said reaching for the door handle.
Craig already had the car in reverse as he looked across the seat at the man he’d lived with for over three years. “Please do,” he said. “Maybe David and I can meet your Sean next time you two are over here. Just…well, you know where to reach me. I’ll be at…David’s. For a long, long time, I hope.”
Viggo laughed, "Good, that's where you belong. Goodbye, Craig," he said opening his door and getting out. He barely had the door shut and stepped up onto the curb to the sidewalk, in front of the hotel, before Craig was backing away. Shaking his head, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked back to his room to call Sean. He was glad he had come to see Craig, and he hoped that he and David finally told each other how they felt. He only wished that he had said something sooner.
~~~
Craig raced back to David’s house. A local policeman pulled him over for speeding, but let him go with a warning when he saw it was Craig…and old school pal who he had done plenty of favors when his daughter had headed to Hollywood a few years before.
As the new tires on Craig’s rental car screeched to a halt in front of David’s driveway, he ran up the steps and pushed his key in the door. //Calm down Parker. You’ll look like a maniac if you go in like this. Breathe. Just breathe…// Resting his head on the door, he forced himself to stand still for long minutes, going over everything he wanted to say to David…still his best friend, but also the man he’d loved for over a decade and a half.
David sat on the couch under the afghan absently flipping through channels and not really paying attention to anything. He'd spent the evening feeling more and more depressed the longer Craig was gone, not even wanting to think about what he and Viggo were doing. He sighed and then paused in his channel surfing when he thought he heard the key in the door. He glanced at the window and the sun hadn't even set yet, surely Craig wasn't already coming back...unless it was to get his things. David hung his head and realized that's exactly why he was coming back. To get his things so he and Viggo could leave tomorrow. Normally he'd go to the door and meet Craig, but feeling as he did right then he just continued to sit on the couch like a lump, not wanting to think, let alone move.
With another deep breath, Craig finally turned the key and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and told himself not to jump into anything….to just be patient and calm, and prepared for David’s rejection…just in case. Pocketing the key, he avoided David’s gaze and sprawled on the couch next to him. “Anything good on?” he asked, feigning interest and squirming under the afghan with David. A convenient excuse to be close to him, he reasoned, but the room *was* a bit chilly too.
David glanced at Craig and then back at the TV. "I haven't found anything decent yet," he said softly. He swallowed hard and sighed, "So...how'd it go with Viggo?" he asked trying to seem genuinely interested, despite the fact it was breaking his heart to even think of the two of them together.
“It went well, I think,” Craig smiled. “We had dinner, talked, and I dropped him off at his hotel. Nice to see him again, but….but I’m glad to be back home, to tell you the truth. I kept thinking you’d love the food – we went to that new Mexican place you’ve been wanting to try. Maybe you and I can go there tomorrow after the festival…if you’ll still go with me?”
David paused in his channel flipping and lowered the remote to his lap.
"You....you...aren't leaving with him?" he asked cautiously. It sounded as if Craig were actually staying...he wasn't leaving with Viggo? He...still wanted to go to the festival? "I'm afraid I'm a little lost...he...you...you aren't leaving tomorrow? I thought you'd told me that you wished things had worked out with Viggo? I thought...the two of you were getting back together?" he asked clearly confused.
“I guess I did want that a few years ago,” Craig admitted. “But not now. I…I thought you understood last night. I had no intention of leaving with him. I don’t want to get back together with him. I was….well, honestly, I was kind of irritated with him for messing up our plans, but…I’m glad I went. He made me see some things I’d been too blind to see before.” His face was turning steadily pinker, but he knew he had to go through with this. He had to tell David, and had to know if this…if *they* could possibly work. “David, I…I need to talk to you about something. I just…I don’t know where to start.”
David was shocked that Craig had never intended to leave with Viggo. But when Craig said he needed to talk to him, he immediately switched off the TV and set the remote on the coffee table. "What is it, Craig? You know you can talk to me about anything," he said concerned with how...nervous Craig seemed. He was confused, he was certain that if Craig returned tonight it would only be to pack...now he didn't know what to think.
Craig took a deep breath and turned to face David. “Do you …do you remember how we met in college? In Professor Shield’s history class all those years ago?” he asked quietly, resisting the urge to wrap his fingers around David’s, craving David’s touch, as well as needing something to hold on to to keep his hands from shaking.
"Of course I remember," he whispered wondering why Craig would be asking about that. He was slightly confused and slid his feet from under him so he could turn and look at Craig. "Why?"
“Did you know it took me two weeks to get up the nerve to talk to you?” Craig asked quietly. “That I sat in the back of the room, pretending to take notes and daydreamed about you until I finally made myself walk over, sit next to you and say something?”
David stared at Craig trying to process what he was saying. "Daydreamed about me? Why would you..." David trailed off not wanting to assume what that meant but suddenly felt his heart pounding loudly in his chest.
Craig closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “David, tonight, Viggo helped me see something that I’ve been too blind to see for a long, long time. He told me why he thought I couldn’t keep a relationship together…why things didn’t work out when I was with him or Stuart or Marton or…or anyone else I’ve tried to make it work with for the past 15 years. He saw it a long time ago, and I…well, I didn’t see it until tonight.”
David shifted slightly on the couch and tilted his head wondering just what Viggo had told him. "And...what was it that you didn't see before?" he asked curiously.
“I didn’t see that I was pushing them all away because my heart wasn’t free to give to them,” Craig said softly, forcing himself to meet David’s gaze, completely unsure of what he’d see – laughter? Incredulity? Embarrassment? Maybe even…..love? “All these years, and I was never fair to any of them…I never loved them, not really, because….because I never fell out of love with the first and only person I ever really gave my heart to. David, I….I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but….but I fell in love with you back in college, and…I just never got over you. I…I don’t think I can.”
David blinked and simply stared at Craig for a moment. He wondered if he had fallen asleep in front of the TV and that this was a dream. He went so far as to pinch the skin on the back of his hand just to make sure. "You...you love me?" he asked not able to stop the happy and relieved smile from spreading across his face. There was so much he wanted to say but he hadn't even gotten past the shock of hearing Craig say the words. His heart seemed to be doing strange flips in his chest and he was at a complete loss for a moment.
Craig nodded and reached for David’s hands, afraid that he would pull away at any second. “I loved you then, and I love you even more right now. I’ve never stopped, and I knew that, deep down, but I was so afraid I’d screw it up and push you away somehow and I didn’t want to lose you so, …I never told you. I…I know you probably don’t feel the same way, and if this changes things between us, I’m so sorry…I’ll pack my bags and go back to LA if you want me to and…I don’t want to ruin what we have, but I had to tell you and…when we kissed the other night it was the most amazing kiss I’ve ever dreamed of and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and …” Biting down on his bottom lip, Craig sighed. “I’m rambling. But…God, I’m sorry. I’ve embarrassed us both, haven’t I?”
David shook his head and squeezed Craig's hands in his own. "No, Craig, you haven't embarrassed me at all. Not at all. I…God…I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to leave because I feel the same way. I've well…I fell in love with you four years ago this Christmas," David said smiling when he saw recognition dawn in Craig's eyes. "Yes," he grinned, "Oddly enough I realized I was in love with you when you had a cold. I remember your folks had a house full of guests for the holidays and you just didn't feel up to being around a lot of people so I asked you to come stay with me at my apartment. I realized one night, when you felt really bad and had been pretty grumpy and just sat watching you sleep off your fever. I remembered everything we'd gone through together and everything we've shared and realized....that you were the one person in this world I wanted to share *everything* with. I think I've loved you since we first met but I was just too chicken to really put a name on what I felt until that Christmas. I almost told you then...but you were actually still with Viggo then and the two of you seemed to be…doing so much better than your other relationships. I couldn't say anything to screw that up. I guess I was afraid. I was afraid to mess things up."
“You…you love me too?” Craig whispered, seeing nothing but honesty in David’s eyes. “For….that long? God, I wish I’d told you back then, and we wouldn’t have missed all this time.” Gently tugging on David’s hands, Craig pulled him onto his lap. One hand moved up to lovingly trail his fingertips over David’s face as his arm supported his back and he smiled up into shining blue eyes. “Can we do this?” he said softly. “Can we be friends and lovers and…..everything to each other, Daisy? Do you want that?”
David felt as if he was lost in a dream as Craig pulled him close. Leaning into the gentle touch he smiled, a genuine smile, for the first time since the night before. "I think we can...if you want that too. I've wanted you for so long, Craig. It was easy to deal with when you were in California, but with you here...I've been going crazy. That kiss we shared...God, Craig. No one has ever kissed me like that," he smiled at the memory. "I love you, I've always loved you as a friend, and have wanted more than that with you for so long now. I hope you don't think you'll push me away...because there isn't a chance in hell of that," he said softly, raising his hand to trace the tips of his fingers along Craig's face.
Craig pulled David closer, his gaze never wavering. “That’s the very reason I wouldn’t admit how much I loved you,” he said softly, as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to David’s palm. “I was so terrified of losing you all together, that I didn’t let myself believe that we could ever have anything else. But, it all makes sense now….I know *why* I couldn’t make it work with anyone else. I wasn’t supposed to. I was *supposed* to get my head out of my arse and realize that the best thing that ever happed to me was right beside me all the time…and had been for 15 years. So…in answer to your question, yes…I do want that with you. I want all of you, David. I want to belong to you and only you, and I want you to belong to me for the rest of our lives.”
David tried to swallow past the lump in his throat as Craig spoke. He smiled feeling the palm of his hand tingle where Craig kissed it. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words, Craig. I guess this is a silly question now...but you are staying? You will stay here with me from now on? Or...we can get a bigger place if you want, I know this house isn't exactly what you are accustomed to. Or...if you want me to go to California I will...I can find a teaching job anywhere. I just...don't want to ever be apart from you again. Every time we said goodbye in the past, my heart broke," he whispered.
Craig laughed and shook his head, unable to believe that David would actually give up his home and his job just to be with him. “You’d do that for me?” he asked, pulling David closer and burying his face in his lover’s chest. “I…honestly, love, there’s nothing for me in LA, and, to be perfectly truthful, I love this house. Every single inch of it, because it reminds me of you. Everywhere I look, I see pieces of the man I love…from the shelves that I *know* you built to the paint on the walls that match your beautiful eyes. If it’s ok with you, I’d love to stay right here. You just have to promise me that you’ll go with me when I have to go back to LA for a meeting now and then…because I’m not saying goodbye to you *ever* again.”
David curled his arms around Craig as he rested his head against his chest. His heart fluttered in his chest when Craig called him 'love' and he smiled. "It's perfectly fine with me...I'd love to have you here, I'd love this to be *your* home as much as it is mine. And...well...I guess you could change the guest room into an office so you can write in there...and...well since...well I assume you'll be sharing the room I sleep in now?" he asked stammering just a bit. They'd only had that one kiss, though David had dreamed so many times of more. Had dreamed of the way Craig's skin would taste under his lips, and how his eyes would look when he sunk into him, or the way they might darken and sparkle when Craig made love to him.
Leaning back, Craig looked up into David’s eyes and knew the desire he saw there was matched by his own. “I would love to share your room…your bed…everything…with you,” he whispered. “I….before I jump to any conclusions…are you asking me to move in with you? I…I don’t want to take anything for granted. This feels too incredible to really be happening, and I want us to be perfectly clear on everything…I couldn’t stand it if I did something stupid and messed this up or hurt you.”
"Yes, I want you to live with me...I want you to be a permanent part of my life...not that you weren't already but...you know what I mean. I want all of it, I want you, I want *us* to be a couple, and it sounds like you want that too. I hope so, I don't want to waste another moment with you, Craig," David said softly. Watching Craig's eyes he could see the same love he felt reflected back and couldn't believe how blind both of them had been all these years. That it took Viggo saying something for them to talk. He'd found himself hating Viggo the night before and all day and now he wanted to call the guy up and thank him over and over again.
“I want that,” Craig whispered. “I want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life, and I hope you know I’m *never* going to let you go now that I’ve got you.” Running his hands underneath David’s shirt, Craig’s fingertips trailed lightly over his spine and he leaned forward to lick at the warm skin of his soon-to-be-lover’s neck. “Do you have *any* idea how crazy I was making myself on the way over here, wondering who you were picturing when you kissed me? I kept trying to remember everyone you’d been with, and I was about to lose my mind. Then, it hit me….that you hadn’t dated anyone in over three years, and I swear, Daisy, I prayed like I’ve never prayed before that maybe, just maybe it was because you were in love with someone….and that if I could make one wish come true, just one, it would be *me*.”
"It is you, it's always been you I think. I stopped dating when I realized that I loved you, I just didn't see a point in it. I knew I'd never feel for anyone else the way I feel for you," David whispered and gasped slightly as Craig's fingers moved against his skin. He found himself pressing back against that touch and leaned forward, whispering the words he had several weeks ago. "Kiss me, Craig."
With absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, Craig rested one hand low on David’s back as the other slid up between his shoulder blades, gently pressing him forward. Craig’s lips found those of his best friend, his soon to be lover, and the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Their lips met softly at first, but in no time at all, the kiss turned into one filled with passion and need, and more love than either of them had ever known. If Craig had been able to think, he would have known at once that *this* was what Viggo had talked about….*this* was the way two people who truly needed and wanted each other should feel. His tongue lovingly explored David’s mouth and somehow, the kiss was even more magical than their first.
As Craig's lips sealed over his own in a slow sensual kiss that deepened to more, David felt his pulse speed. Welcoming Craig's tongue into his mouth, his tongue slipped along Craig's, teasing slowly at first and then somehow, the kiss changed and went from sweet and loving to passionate and urgent. No one had ever made him feel like this, the intense, immediate need, and more love than he'd ever known. His hand slid up into his lover's hair, cradling his head as they continued to kiss. Nothing had ever been more real. The skim of Craig's fingers across his skin left a hot trail down his back and he moved against him, pressing their bodies even closer.
Moaning into the kiss, Craig felt his arousal filling and thickening as their mouths moved together, tongues dancing and hands exploring through the barrier of too many clothes. Fifteen years of always feeling that love was just beyond his reach were forgotten, and, after long minutes, Craig pulled away breathlessly and looked up into David’s lust-darkened eyes. His arousal was aching and he could feel David’s own pressed against him, thick and hard through the fabric of his sweats. “God, love, you have no idea how much I want you,” he murmured breathlessly. “Is it too soon?”
Staring breathlessly into Craig's sparkling eyes, darkened with love and lust David shook his head. "Too soon?" he asked laughing softly. The words fifteen years too late, echoed in his mind. No, it certainly wasn't soon enough. He smiled and threaded his fingers through Craig's hair. "God, I want you. I love you, and you love me...we...well you could say we've had a fifteen year courtship in some ways...I'd think that it isn't too soon. Just tell me what you want Craig...I'm yours, and I always will be, my love."
“What I want,” Craig said softly, as his sex began to leak at the mental image of what he was about to describe, “is to feel you wrapped around me, to be looking into your eyes and hearing you tell me you love me as I make love to you, as I come deep inside you and let you feel how much I adore and treasure you. And then I want to cradle you in my arms and carry you to the bedroom and I want to *finally* know what it’s like to feel you inside of me, my sweet, precious Daisy.”
David couldn't suppress a moan as Craig spoke, and felt his own arousal twitch. "I want that too," he whispered laying back on the couch and pulling Craig on top of him. "Make love to me Craig. I need you, and I want you, more than I've ever wanted or needed anyone in my entire life," he whispered, kissing Craig's neck, licking the warm skin, and memorizing the flavor he'd wanted so many times to know. His hands slipped between them and he began unbuttoning Craig's shirt, needing to feel the warm skin against his fingers. Once he had the first three buttons undone he couldn't resist leaning up and licking and kissing a trail down his lover's chest while his fingers continued their work. Once he'd finished his task he pushed the soft material from Craig’s shoulders.
Craig’s entire body shivered as David’s tongue and lips moved over his skin and he felt a definite damp spot on his boxers where his length was trapped between the soft silk and his stomach. Shrugging out of his shirt, he discarded it on the floor and quickly unfastened the buttons of David’s shirt. His hands moved almost reverently over his lover’s chest and stomach and he mimicked David’s ministrations, dipping his head and pressing loving kissing over the smooth column of his neck. His lips moved down and he sucked firmly but gently at the juncture where neck met shoulder, marking David as his own. “Mine,” he whispered, as he licked the reddened skin, which now felt hot against his tongue. “Please, Daisy, say you’re mine.”
David arched against Craig's hands and mouth, and moaned softly as his lover marked him. "Always, love. Always yours," David breathed against Craig's neck. His blood was on fire it seemed, each heartbeat pounding in his chest seemed to echo in his ears. He'd never wanted like this before, this elemental need, this incredible aching desire for Craig. His hands moved down to the waist of Craig's jeans and he smiled as his fingers traced along where the edge of material met skin before tugging the buttons loose. He could feel the warmth of Craig's arousal pulsing just beneath the tight fabric and pressed the palm of his hand against him, cupping the thick length and shuddering from the moan that fell from Craig's lips. "I love you," David whispered.
His hips automatically pressing against David’s hand, and Craig shivered again as his eyes fell shut. Pausing for a moment, he leaned up and looked directly into David’s eyes. “And I love you, Daisy,” he whispered, “never, ever doubt that.” Moving back down to capture his lover’s lips with his own, Craig managed to pull David’s sweats down over his hips, gasping as the thick arousal was freed and pressed up against his hip. His moan was lost in David’s mouth and he pulled away slowly, kissing a long, wet trail over his lover’s chest and stomach, avoiding David’s erection until it was just before his lips. Looking up the man he loved, he leaned his head down and ran his tongue over the heavy sacs that hung between David’s legs, swirling gently over every inch, then up, along the underside of his arousal until he reached the leaking tip. He stopped long enough to lap at the fluid that had dripped onto David’s stomach and licked his lips. “Well worth the wait,” he smiled as he slowly lowered his mouth over his lover’s length, stopping only when his lips were wrapped around the root of the thick organ and the tip rested against the back of his throat.
David lost himself in Craig's kiss, and then felt the cool air of the room against his skin, he hadn't really bothered to dress in more than sweats just not feeling up to it earlier in the day. He actually felt grateful for that now, one less barrier of fabric to deal with. He moaned into Craig's mouth as his arousal pressed against Craig's warm skin. Then as Craig kissed his way down his body, he found himself completely engulfed by warmth and love for this incredible man who'd been his best friend for so long. When Craig's tongue licked and trailed up his length he bit his bottom lip, trembling as his lover teased and tasted him. When Craig spoke he started to smile but then Craig's mouth lowered around him and David moaned loudly, clutching at the pillows on the couch. "God, yes," was all the answer he could form. He couldn't have held back if he'd wanted to, and tentatively thrust forward unable to help himself. "God, Craig...so incredible," he murmured, releasing his tight grip on the pillow and threading his fingers through soft dark hair.
Craig’s mouth moved over David’s length again and again, tasting every inch of him and loving the sounds that fell from David’s lips with each swipe of his tongue. Relaxing his throat, he swallowed around the swollen head of his lover’s arousal each time David thrust deep, and felt himself growing impossibly harder. He moved his body back only far enough so that he could pull David’s sweats down over long legs, throw them to the floor, then quickly removed his own jeans and discarded them as well. Pressing two fingers past his lips, he moved his tongue over them, wetting them thoroughly, then moved back to lie beside his lover. Letting his thumb trail lightly over the full sacs at the base of David’s arousal, he gently massaged the small, puckered entrance with his index finger as he gazed into beloved blue eyes.
David was almost completely undone already, it had been so long since he'd been with anyone, and none had ever set his blood on fire the way Craig did. When Craig drew away and looked up at him as his slick finger moved against him, he smiled lovingly. "Make me yours, Craig. Completely yours," he whispered, inviting his lover to take him.
A low moan fell from Craig’s lips and he slowly pressed his finger forward, gasping as he felt David’s body accepting the intrusion uncertainly. “God, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You’re so tight….” The thin ring of muscle clenched around his finger, before slowly but surely allowing him to delve deeper. He knew it had been a while since David had been taken, and he was determined not to hurt him. They had the rest of their lives, and, as much as he wanted him right now, he would never, ever hurt him again. Carefully he added a second finger, feeling the ring of muscle tighten again before allowing him entrance. “Jesus, Daisy,” Craig whispered shakily, as he felt a thick drop of fluid drip from the tip of his cock onto David’s stomach.
It *had* been almost five years since he'd had sex and David swallowed hard smiling shakily at Craig. "Been...a *long* time," he whispered, gasping slightly as Craig's fingers moved within him. He concentrated on relaxing his muscles, he didn't want this to drag out but he knew that Craig would never hurt him. He closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, he knew in his very soul that Craig would never, ever hurt him. Moving his hips back toward his lover David relaxed a little more, feeling long fingers slipping deeper within him.
Craig twisted and scissored his fingers, finally feeling the muscle surrounding them loosen enough to allow him to easily sink both digits in to the knuckles. With a final kiss to his lover’s lips, he carefully pulled his fingers away and settled between David’s legs. His arousal, like David’s, was purple-red and swollen, the balls below heavy and full and the tip of both organs steadily leaking thin, milky fluid. Swirling the tip of his arousal in the small, slick pool of precome on David’s stomach, his own fluids mixed with his lover’s and he quickly slicked himself. With a deep breath, he pressed the head of his cock to his lover’s entrance and smiled down into sparkling blue eyes. He slowly pressed forward, sheathing himself inside the man he loved inch by inch, watching his face closely. Keeping his pace slow and steady, he sank in, burying himself to the hilt, then held perfectly still as he leaned down and kissed beloved lips, hoping to distract David until his body adjusted. Working one hand between them, he gently massaged his lover’s entrance, coaxing the clenching muscle to relax around him.
As Craig settled between his legs and his arousal pressed against him, David smiled up at his lover a little nervously. It was like the first time all over again, he thought vaguely and in some ways it really was. Not because of the slight pain he felt being stretched around his lover's thick length but because he truly had never 'made love' before now. He tried to keep his muscles relaxed though it wasn't easy, and when Craig was buried deep inside him after long moments David trembled as his lover kissed him. Then he felt loving fingers moving against him, helping him to relax and after a few moments he shifted his hips slightly, almost experimentally. As Craig drew away from the sweet kiss, he smiled up at him. "I'm yours, Craig...always have been," he whispered, arching up toward his lover and feeling him slip impossibly deeper inside. He felt full, and the pain had faded from a sharp sting to a dull ache that he knew would soon be all but forgotten.
“I’ve always been yours too, love,” Craig whispered, as he felt his lover shift against him. “I was just to stubborn to realize it.” Resting his weight on one arm, he moved his free hand from between them and gently brushed back the damp hair from David’s forehead. He slowly pulled back until he was almost free from the tight heat surrounding his arousal, and then pressed forward again, moaning loudly as David’s body welcomed him. Moving in a slow and steady rhythm, he claimed his lover, knowing that he would never, ever want anyone but David for the rest of his life. Working his hand between their bodies, he closed his fingers on the leaking length trapped between them and stroked it in time with his deep thrusts.
David smiled when Craig said he was stubborn, they both had been. He didn't get a chance to answer though, when Craig moved he lost every last thought in his mind except how much he loved the man in his arms. Craig's moan seemed to echo in his mind and burn right through him; their bodies began to move together in a slow and perfect rhythm -- gentle but at the same time overwhelmingly powerful. Gasping as Craig's strong fingers wrapped around him, David arched into his lover's touch, finding himself pressing back to feel the pulsing length move within him and alternating forward into the tight grip surrounding him. His hands moved along Craig's back, clutching at his lover, feeling the muscles move under his hands and reveling in being able to touch Craig freely.
The world shrank down around them, and for Craig, there was nothing and no one else on Earth but David….*his* David. He continued moving inside his lover, thrusting slowly and deeply, drawing their lovemaking out for as long as possible. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he never wanted this moment to end. As he looked down into sparkling blue eyes, however, his tenuous hold was lost, and he felt his balls draw up as David’s arousal became even thicker and harder in his hand. “Close,” he whispered breathlessly, “God, I’m so close….need you to come with me, love…”
David's entire body felt electrified, each press of skin-to-skin feeling as if it were burning through him. As he watched Craig above him, watched his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room, he felt any measure of control slipping away. He had always found Craig to be handsome, but...the only word to describe him now was...stunning. When Craig whispered to him, David knew that he too wasn't going to last long either. "Yes, love," he whispered arching upwards to meet Craig's thrusts that were becoming faster and more erratic. Within moments he felt warmth race through him, and his release slammed into him, hard, ripping a low moan from his chest as his seed spilled warm and slick between them.
The clenching muscles pulling and squeezing at his cock caused Craig to cry out his lover’s name and thrust in deep one final time. His release pulsed from his body, filling the tight channel surrounding him as he moaned loudly and every muscle in his body tensed. Craig’s fingers, now wet and slippery, continued to stroke David’s arousal, milking every last drop from his lover even as David’s inner walls did the same to him.
When they were both completely spent, he lowered himself on shaking arms to lie on top of the man he loved, burying his face in David’s neck and licking at the warm, damp skin as he tried to catch his breath. “God, sweetheart,” he whispered. “That was…..it was perfect…like we were just *made* for each other.”
Craig's release seemed to draw David's out even longer, Craig's cry sending a jolt of pleasure through him, loving the way his name sounded like that. He held on tight to Craig as they trembled and shuddered together, riding out the waves of their combined release. Catching his breath slightly, he smiled as Craig whispered. " I think we are made for each other," he whispered pressing a kiss against Craig's neck. "I love you so much, Craig. God it feels so good to be able to hold you, and show you how much," he said trailing his fingers through Craig's hair.
“Hmmm,” Craig smiled, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as David’s lips moved over his skin, “it does feel good. Amazing, in fact. And I’ll tell you right now, if this is a dream, I’m flatly refusing to wake up.” With a regretful sigh, he felt his softening arousal slide from David’s warmth. Moving to lie beside him, he snuggled close, mindless of the cooling liquid between, and crooked his leg possessively over his lover’s. The couch was cramped, but he honestly didn’t think he could stand at the moment, and he looked at his lover with a crooked smile. “I love you, Daisy. I always have and I always will, and I promise you not a day will go by that I don’t tell you that at least a dozen times. We’ve got a lot of years to make up for.”
David sighed as Craig slipped from his body, already missing the feeling of having his lover so intimately a part of him. Smiling as Craig lay beside him, he slipped his arm around him. "We do have a lot of years to make up for...hopefully the rest of our lives will be enough," he smiled pressing a soft kiss against Craig's forehead. "If my knees ever start to feel stronger than jelly I can help you get moved into my...OUR bedroom," he said smiling.
Craig laughed and ran his hand lightly over his lover’s chest. “Our bedroom,” he repeated. “I like the way that sounds. How about we rest here for a while, move all my stuff, then we christen *our* bedroom by you finally taking your rightful place deep inside the man you love? How’s that sound?”
"Christen?" David asked laughing, but then his cock impossibly twitched at the next words Craig said. Swallowing hard he nodded. "Oh...that sounds...well...I do believe I'm getting feeling back already," he teased loving the humor and love he saw in Craig's eyes.
“I thought you might,” Craig laughed softly as he snuggled closer. “I’m afraid we might have to cancel our festival tomorrow. I’m not really sure I can make myself let you out of bed for the rest of the weekend. As a matter of fact, maybe you should think about calling in sick for a few days….”
David laughed and held Craig closer, "I do have some sick leave...and you know how much students just *love* substitute teachers," he chuckled. "Why don't we go see if the bed is a bit roomier...I think you're probably feeling claustrophobic on this couch," he said smiling though not letting Craig go.
“Bed…with you….yes….” Craig murmured, leaning forward and raining dozens of kisses over David’s face. One hand slid down between his lover’s legs and gently cupped his balls, carefully rolling each between his fingers. His lips moved to David’s ear, where he playfully nipped and licked and sucked the earlobe between his teeth. “Do you think I might be able to entice you into something a bit more exciting than making room for your new, *permanent* roommate first, or did you have your heart set on helping me relocating my boxers?”
David smiled as Craig kissed him, trying and failing to return all of the sweet kisses, and then he gasped as his lover's hand began to tease him. He could already feel himself starting to thicken and harden under the light touch. "Oh I do believe something more exciting could take precedence...though that doesn't mean I won't be relocating your boxers," he chuckled. Reluctantly he released Craig and they sat up together. He took Craig's hand and led him toward the bedroom, stopping and turning to kiss his lover over and over again before they even reached the door not far away. "I love you," he whispered. "I know I've said that several times already, but I want to make sure you don't forget it."
“I promise to never forget,” Craig smiled, wrapping his arms around David and leaning back against the wall, unsure if they could actually make it to the bedroom or not. “But I hope you keep telling me.” Pulling his lover closer, their lips met and Craig’s hands lovingly explored David’s body, one hand finally coming to rest on the smooth skin of David’s backside as the other tangled in soft ginger hair. His arousal pressed against his lover’s hip and he moaned into the kiss, already hard and aching once again.
David lost himself in Craig's kiss, unconsciously he pressed his lover against the wall, their bodies slipping together, as they kissed and touched one another. After long moments, David drew back to look into Craig's eyes. Licking his lips and savoring the taste of his lover there, David smiled. "You are so beautiful, Craig," he whispered. He was amazed that he was already hard again, that certainly hadn't ever happened with anyone else, so soon. He thought for a moment he could easily make love to Craig right there, pinned against the wall, his long legs wrapped around David's waist, and he decided to file that idea away for another time, because right now he wanted Craig in his bed. "Come on," he whispered drawing away and pulling Craig with him into the bedroom. "I believe there was some talk about christening this room."
Following David into the bedroom, Craig found his heart pounding and his arousal twitching at the thoughts of *finally*, after all these years, knowing what it would feel like to have David inside him. He’d daydreamed about this moment for a decade and a half, and it was still hard to believe it was really happening. He stood silently beside the bed, watching his lover, thinking how incredibly lucky he was that he hadn’t let this chance pass him by yet again.
Turning to Craig, David kissed him tenderly, his tongue exploring the delicious sweetness of his lover's mouth for long moments before drawing back again. "I've wanted you for so long," he whispered honestly. He coaxed Craig to sit down on the bed, and slid to his knees before him. "So long," he murmured not even realizing he'd repeated the words as he kissed the smooth skin of Craig's inner thigh. His lover was already as hard as he was, but he took his time, kissing and nipping at the smooth skin, avoiding his lover's arousal...for now. His hands traced over Craig's body as if memorizing each slope, each rise, and each contour.
Running his fingers through David’s hair, Craig’s head tipped back and he concentrated on regaining control of himself. After a moment, he looked back down, realizing that he’d never seen anything as beautiful as David, or as erotic as those beautiful lips, full and red from their kisses, moving over his skin. “You have no idea how stunning you are, or how much I want you,” he murmured.
David smiled and looked up at Craig, "If it's as much as I want you, then I think I do know," he said softly, before lowering his head again and teasingly licking at his lover's skin. Moving up his thigh and then across to the other, giving it much the same treatment. "Lay back for me," he whispered. When Craig did, David grasped his hips gently and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and licked from the base of Craig's arousal to the leaking tip, lapping at the slick fluid gathered there before drawing back again. He knew he was moving slowly and he could tell that Craig was practically vibrating with need now. Licking the heavy sacs that hung between Craig's legs his tongue trailed lower, and he could feel the heat of Craig's skin against his tongue. Slowly,
David's tongue pressed against the tight puckered entrance and he almost smiled when Craig jumped slightly.
Closing his eyes, Craig felt as if every drop of blood in his body had raced down to his groin. A low, helpless whimper escaped as his lover licked at his balls, and moved lower as his arousal dripped steadily onto his stomach. His fists curled into the sheets as he felt slick heat pressing against him, and he would have sworn his heart stopped for the few seconds it took him realize this was *not* David’s fingers moving against him. “Jesus, baby,” he murmured, lifting his feet so that his heels rested on the rails of the bed. He tried not to move, and held his breath, waiting for his lover to continue.
David closed his eyes for a moment trying to control his own desire, and leaned in again, licking the wrinkled skin before pressing against Craig again. His tongue dipping just inside his lover, reveling in the sounds the action was eliciting, and the heat and tightness around his tongue. Slowly he moved forward, feeling the clenching muscle relax around him, as he delved even deeper. He'd never done this to anyone before, and the thought hadn't struck him until he had licked Craig's thighs and decided that he wanted to know his lover in every possible way. His hands caressed Craig's body as his tongue continued to push forward and then withdraw from the tight channel over and over again. He could feel his own arousal pulsing with each heartbeat as he continued to prepare his lover.
Craig writhed on the bed as David prepared him, the slick tongue pressing inside repeatedly, slowly stretching and slicking him, and feeling like nothing he’d ever felt before. Each time the slick organ moved forward, Craig’s body accepted it more easily, and more than once, he had to wrap his fingers around the base of his arousal to keep from coming undone simply from the sensation of being connected to David in such an intimate manner alone. He could no longer think, and the only sounds from his mouth were incoherent moans that got progressively louder with each gentle press of David’s tongue inside him.
After long moments David felt as if he might simply come undone just from the incredible sounds Craig was making. Finally drawing back he reached over to the nightstand where a bottle of lotion was. He was almost embarrassed as to *why* he had lotion by his bedside, and realized from now on he wouldn't be needing it for *that* anymore. Quickly he slicked himself with the cool, slick substance and rose up leaning over Craig, kissing his chest, and neck. Positioning himself at his lover's entrance, he whispered, "I want you so much, Craig. I love you," he whispered pressing forward against his lover, feeling the head of his shaft being surrounded by a heat and tightness that was incredible. Moving slowly until he was completely sheathed within his lover, David stopped and pressed a kiss against Craig's neck allowing him time to adjust.
Craig’s back arched up off the bed as he was slowly stretched even more and filled completely. His legs locked around David’s waist as his hands moved over his lover’s back, needing to touch him everywhere, and pulling him closer and impossibly deeper inside his clenching passage. His hips shifted, internal muscles tightening and releasing around David’s length and he smiled blissfully. “I love you too,” he said softly, “and God, you feel so good inside me.” Nibbling at his lover’s bottom lip, he moaned and looked up into beloved blue eyes. “Take me, love. Show me with your body what I can see in your eyes.”
David felt heat rush through him as Craig spoke, and wrapped his arms around Craig drawing him up toward himself until they were chest to chest. If he'd had time to think he'd wonder how he was keeping his balance so close to the edge of the bed that way, but his mind was devoid of any thought aside from Craig, and claiming him as his own. Now and always. Those words seemed to hang in his mind as they moved together, each touch, each time his lover's muscles clenched around him driving him on. Kissing Craig deeply their tongues dancing together as their very souls seemed to become one. Yet again he was overcome with the feeling that *this* was what loving someone was meant to be, that Craig was his forever, and he hated that they had wasted so many years.
Moving up and back down in a slow rhythm, Craig was impaled again and again by his lover’s thick shaft. Their kiss deepened, and with each stroke of David’s cock against his sweet spot, Craig’s tongue pressed forward and made love to David’s mouth in a matching rhythm. Strong hands cupped his backside, spreading him even wider and his fingers tangled in the damp hair on the back of David’s neck. He felt as if he’d waited for this his entire life, and as he sank down on his lover’s length, he pulled away from the kiss and buried his face against David’s shoulder, clinging to him and speeding up his movements. He took the rigid organ in deep, riding his lover hard and feeling his own cock dripping between their sweat slick bodies.
David leaned back just enough to get his hand between them, wrapping his fingers around his lover's leaking shaft and stroking it in time with their rapidly building pace. He had wanted to take things slower, but as his desire had grown he had lost the ability to go any slower. His need for Craig seeming to be a building fire within him. Drawing away from their kiss, and breathing heavily he whispered. "Come with me, Craig." He was already so close; he knew he wouldn't last much longer as each thrust went deeper and faster with his lover meeting him each time. Hot, hard, fast, their bodies climbed together toward the edge. Driving each other, until finally David thrust deep one last time, crying out his lover's name, and spilling deep within the clenching channel.
Craig’s head fell back and he felt his lover’s length pulsing inside him. As David’s release filled him, he thrust up, biting back a scream as his seed spilled over the fingers wrapped around him. Even as he clenched around the length buried inside him, Craig’s cock continued to throb, and he collapsed in his lover’s arms, panting and shivering in the aftermath of his release. “Remember I asked where you learned to kiss? Well, I would ask where you learned to make love like this,” he whispered against his lover’s skin, “but I don’t think I’d like the answer, so I won’t. I don’t ever want to think of you with anyone but me, my darling Daisy.”
David was completely enthralled as he felt and watched Craig come undone. He was so incredibly beautiful, and he remembered his thoughts after their kiss weeks ago. That he had touched heaven...and he truly had. Holding Craig close he smiled as he spoke. "No one ever taught me to kiss like that...or...to make love like this. Because I've never done either like *that* before...only you, Craig. Only ever you," he whispered honestly. No one had ever made him feel the way Craig did. No one he had ever been with had caused such need and incredible desire.
Craig smiled and leaned forward to lick at the dark mark he’d made earlier on his lover’s neck. “Only ever you too,” he whispered, unwilling to move just yet. He loved the feeling of David buried inside him, of being held in such loving arms, of feeling gentle hands moving over his skin. Pulling back to look into David’s eyes, Craig rested one hand on each side of his lover’s face. “You are my best friend, David,” he whispered, “You are my everything, and you always have been. You are also the love of my life. I’m so sorry it took me such a long time to realize it, but I promise I’ll never give you reason to doubt how much I adore you.”
David smiled as Craig spoke and kissed him tenderly. "You're my best friend too, Craig. And I'm sorry too, I'm sorry for not telling you when I first realized how I felt, I'm sorry we wasted so much time, but I will never doubt your love. I never have doubted you, Craig. I have always believed in you, and I always will," he whispered. Shifting his body slightly, he laid Craig back down against the bed and slipped from him, lying beside his lover as he trailed his fingers across his skin. "We've made a mess," he teased both of them slick and sticky from their previous love making combined with what had just happened. "Join me in the shower?" he asked realizing how different this shower would be from the one he'd had the night before, where he'd stood crying under the rush of the water thinking that he'd lost Craig again.
“Love to,” Craig murmured, resting his head on David’s arm for a moment before slowly rolling off the bed and offering his hand to his lover. They strode hand in hand toward the bathroom and Craig made an effort to restrain himself, only stopping to press David against the wall and kiss him senseless three times. He reached in and turned the water on, then turned back to his lover, where his lips proceeded to ravish David’s once again. “I warned you I could kiss for hours,” he laughed softly as they finally climbed into the shower.
Laughing David stepped into the shower with Craig. "I think I could get used to kissing you for hours, love," he whispered. After so many years of waiting, of wanting, and loving someone secretly, all of his dreams had come true in a single evening. Craig was here, loved him, and was moving in for good. He made a mental note to thank Viggo properly one day for whatever it was he told Craig that truly convinced him to come home and tell David how he felt.
Over the next twenty years the little white house where the high school history teacher and the successful Hollywood screen writer lived was a happy home, until one day they decided to move after the teacher finally retired. Wherever they moved to, that too was sure to be a happy home as well.
The End
Authors:
sairalinde and anorienbeanPairing: David Wenham/Craig Parker
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m sex
Warning: Rimming
Archiving: Saira’s Library, Here With Me, Mirrormere, OEAM, others please ask first
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Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story.
Summary: Craig knows that the only person he can really talk to about his string of failed relationships is his best friend, David, who’s always been there for him.
Viggo sat in the passenger seat of Craig's rental car and smiled as his ex continued to talk about his 'best friend', David. During their relationship he'd always known he would always take a backseat to David, and he hadn't minded really. He sounded like a great guy, but the more time went on, it was clear that Craig didn't just look at David as a best friend. He supposed that was why it made it so easy for them to part ways the way they did. Coming to Virginia hadn't been to drag Craig back to California, or to 'win back his heart'. Viggo never had his heart and he knew it. "I'm really sorry I screwed up yours and David's plans today, I wish you had told me, I know I sort of just sprung all this on you but...it was sort of on a small window of opportunity getting out here. I just... wanted to see you -- I guess just one last time. The main reason I came is because I'm moving...for good...to London," he said softly.
Craig suddenly realized he’d talked all through dinner, and hadn’t really listened to Viggo very much. It *had* been nice to see him again, but all through dinner, he’d found himself seeing someone or something that David would have enjoyed seeing, and had made countless mental notes to tell him about them as soon as he got home. They’d pulled up in front of the hotel and Craig hadn’t even turned off the engine of the car, hoping that Viggo would be tired and call it an early evening. The news that he was moving to London came as a bit of a shock. “London?” he repeated, arching an eyebrow. “I…wow. I had no idea. God, I’m sorry. I’ve babbled all night. I’ve not even asked you about what’s been going on in your life lately. Can’t say I’m not surprised though…I mean….London?”
Viggo laughed, "Yeah, London...remember Sean? The guy I told you about? I'm moving in with him. He didn't want to leave his home because of his family...anyway I just wanted to see you again before I left. We were good together at one time and I still consider you a good friend," he said smiling crookedly. "I'm glad you came back here to Virginia...it suits you. David suits you. I haven't seen you this happy...in a long, long time."
Craig’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “I still consider you a good friend too, Viggo,” he smiled. “I enjoyed our time together, I really did. I’m glad you found this Sean though….he seems good for you. Better than I was, I think. As for Virginia suiting me…yeah, I guess it does. I *am* happy. But…I’m not *with* David like that. We’re just friends….best friends, but nothing more…same as when you and I were together.”
Viggo sighed. How could anyone be so blind? He'd never even *met* David but he KNEW that the man loved Craig...the gifts, the letters, the calls...best friends or not, there was more love there than any long term relationship he knew of. "Craig...you are an intelligent man, but sometimes I do wonder. You and David may not *be* together but you belong together," he murmured shaking his head.
Shaking his head, Craig lifted one hand up, gesturing for Viggo to stop. “No, we don’t,” he said firmly. “I used to have a crush on him in college, but….I never acted on it. You know my history with relationships. I manage to run everyone off. I couldn’t take it if I lost David. I just couldn’t. We’re *just* friends. Hell, I don’t even think he thinks of me as anything other than a friend anyway.”
Viggo laughed, "You're kidding right? How did he react when he heard I was coming?" he asked curiously. He was damn certain he was right, he just had a feeling about it, even back when he and Craig were together, he always knew that he was *always* compared to David. And no matter how good he was to Craig, he would always pale in comparison.
“He didn’t say much, really,” Craig said with a shrug. “Actually we went out to dinner and a movie last night….and before you say it, it was just as friends, nothing more….and we heard your message on the machine when we got home. David was feeling a little tired so he went to bed right after that. Kind of early for us on a Friday night, but he’d had a hard day. I think he was still feeling bad this morning, because he was pretty quiet. I should probably get home soon and check on him. He was still a little pale when I left, and I didn’t want to call in case he took a nap while I was gone…”
Viggo shook his head as Craig spoke. "He wasn't sick, I think he thinks you are leaving with me tomorrow...if you don't believe me, ask him when you get home. He's depressed but he isn't sick," he said smiling kindly. "Have you and he *ever* done anything not just friends? I mean...got drunk and kissed each other, or *something*? In what has it been, fifteen years wasn't it? In all those years you've never shared more than a hug or something?" he asked curiously, unable to believe two men who were so obviously head over heels for each other could hold back that long. He knew he couldn't. He tried with Sean...they tried just to be friends, and now they were moving in together.
“Depressed?” Craig repeated numbly. “Daisy? Why would he be….God, Viggo, he doesn’t feel the same way I….I mean, he doesn’t….shit.” Resting his head on the steering wheel, he closed his eyes and wondered if what Viggo said could possibly be true. Craig had never had any intention of leaving with Viggo. And even if he had, would David really have been *depressed* about it? Shaking his head, he turned and studied Viggo for a moment. “I…well…actually, a few weeks ago, we did kiss. We weren’t drunk or anything, but the last guy I dated had told me I was the worst kisser he’d ever known, and David told me I could….well, …that I could practice on him. But it was only to make me feel better….I’m sure it wasn’t because he *wanted* to kiss me. I mean…I told him to imagine kissing someone he was attracted to, and….I don’t know who he imagined, but I’m sure it wasn’t me…” He voice trailed off uncertainly and he ran a hand over his face. //He doesn’t. He can’t. *I* can’t. I’ll lose him.//
Sighing softly, Viggo understood why Craig was so scared. He knew about Craig's other relationships and he had a theory as to why they hadn't worked out. "Ok...so you kissed him...what was it like? Was it like kissing me? Or Stuart? Or anyone else for that matter?" he asked curiously. "You can be honest, I won't get my feelings hurt if you say it was better than kissing me," he added with a grin.
Leaning his head back on the headrest, Craig closed his eyes and let his fingertips trail lightly over his own lips, smiling at the memory of that kiss. “No,” he whispered, “it wasn’t like kissing you or anyone else I’ve ever kissed in my life. It was….it was perfect. It was delicious, and it was magical and it was so sweet…and I thought for a moment that I’d been struck by lightening, because I couldn’t feel anything but my lips, where they connected to his and….” Opening his eyes, he grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and shook his head to clear it. “But that was just me, Vig. He was probably picturing…someone else. It was….it was a wonderful kiss for me, but I doubt it was anything special to him.”
"Mmm hmmm," Viggo said barely keeping from rolling his eyes. "I have a theory, and you can take it or leave it. I think the reason when you kiss me...or anyone else for that matter...that it'll never have any spark, no magic like what you just described, is because you love David. And I think he loves you. A kiss like that is only magical, only makes your blood boil or your heart flip because the other person is connecting with you...on an elemental level. I'd never felt a kiss like that before until Sean to be honest. You need to talk to him. I think the reason none of your other relationships ever worked out wasn't because you pushed them away; it was because you couldn't give them your heart. Because it wasn't yours to give," Viggo said smiling at the shocked look on Craig's face.
“I….dammit, Viggo, I…..you’re daft!” Craig said, forcing himself to laugh. “David doesn’t love me….he doesn’t. Besides, I….I pushed away my crush on him years ago. He just knows how to kiss, that’s all…” His words were uncertain again, and he found he was having a hard time hearing anything over the pounding of his heart. His mind lingered on the kiss he’d shared with David…the kiss he couldn’t seem to push from his mind, no matter how hard he’d tried. “I…God. Viggo, I….I….my God. You’re right. I don’t think I ever got over him. Everyone I’ve ever dated has said they feel like they take a backseat to David, and….and…I guess they did.” Turning toward the other man, he took a deep breath. “Did you feel that way? Really? That you came second to David in my heart?”
"Yeah, I did. And for a long time I just thought I could live with that, but when the role came up...and neither of us really felt all that depressed about the fact we were going to be apart for so long. I knew. We were good together as friends, but honestly and I'm not saying this to hurt you because I mean this about myself as well...we were good friends, but we were mediocre lovers. There was no passion between us, no urgency or desperation...not the way there should be. Not the way it is with Sean and I...and the way I'm sure it would be with you and David," he said honestly.
Craig nodded absently, letting Viggo’s words sink in, and knowing that he was right. Having sex with Viggo had been good…and comfortable. Even their first few times had been slow and easy and it had remained that way throughout their relationship. He could accept that he loved David, always had, since the first time he’d laid eyes on him, but he still wasn’t sure David loved him. “You…you really think he could love me?” he asked hopefully. “That he could really want me like that?”
"Yes. I'm damn sure of it in fact," Viggo said softly. "When you talk about him, the things he's done, and said over the years...and the fact that to this day the poor man remains alone. What does that say exactly? If he's as great as you say he is. As good looking and as friendly and kind...how is it that he's not been snatched up by someone? You can't say it's just because this is a small town...it's not that small," Viggo grinned. He was actually very certain that David loved Craig. The way they talked for hours on the phone, and the computer in chat, the emails, the cards, and the letters...for over three years he saw all of it, and he knew David had to feel more than friendship for Craig.
“I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?” Craig asked quietly. “I….Viggo, you have no idea how glad I am that you came for a visit. I think Sean’s a very, very lucky man. This sounds incredibly rude, but…would you mind if I leave now? I have to go talk to him. I have to make sure….and to at least tell him how *I* feel.”
Viggo laughed, "I don't think it's rude at all. I'll get a cab to the airport tomorrow...you go talk to him; I think fifteen years is long enough to wait. I'm glad I managed to convince you to talk to him now...I'd hate to see you keep going down the path you have for so long now. I'm only sorry I didn't figure it all out before and saved you from another rough relationship. I just...got to thinking about you recently, and I knew that this was something I needed to say to you in person before I left. Take care of each other, Craig. I'll give you a call from London when I get settled in. I'd like to at least stay in touch," he said reaching for the door handle.
Craig already had the car in reverse as he looked across the seat at the man he’d lived with for over three years. “Please do,” he said. “Maybe David and I can meet your Sean next time you two are over here. Just…well, you know where to reach me. I’ll be at…David’s. For a long, long time, I hope.”
Viggo laughed, "Good, that's where you belong. Goodbye, Craig," he said opening his door and getting out. He barely had the door shut and stepped up onto the curb to the sidewalk, in front of the hotel, before Craig was backing away. Shaking his head, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked back to his room to call Sean. He was glad he had come to see Craig, and he hoped that he and David finally told each other how they felt. He only wished that he had said something sooner.
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Craig raced back to David’s house. A local policeman pulled him over for speeding, but let him go with a warning when he saw it was Craig…and old school pal who he had done plenty of favors when his daughter had headed to Hollywood a few years before.
As the new tires on Craig’s rental car screeched to a halt in front of David’s driveway, he ran up the steps and pushed his key in the door. //Calm down Parker. You’ll look like a maniac if you go in like this. Breathe. Just breathe…// Resting his head on the door, he forced himself to stand still for long minutes, going over everything he wanted to say to David…still his best friend, but also the man he’d loved for over a decade and a half.
David sat on the couch under the afghan absently flipping through channels and not really paying attention to anything. He'd spent the evening feeling more and more depressed the longer Craig was gone, not even wanting to think about what he and Viggo were doing. He sighed and then paused in his channel surfing when he thought he heard the key in the door. He glanced at the window and the sun hadn't even set yet, surely Craig wasn't already coming back...unless it was to get his things. David hung his head and realized that's exactly why he was coming back. To get his things so he and Viggo could leave tomorrow. Normally he'd go to the door and meet Craig, but feeling as he did right then he just continued to sit on the couch like a lump, not wanting to think, let alone move.
With another deep breath, Craig finally turned the key and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and told himself not to jump into anything….to just be patient and calm, and prepared for David’s rejection…just in case. Pocketing the key, he avoided David’s gaze and sprawled on the couch next to him. “Anything good on?” he asked, feigning interest and squirming under the afghan with David. A convenient excuse to be close to him, he reasoned, but the room *was* a bit chilly too.
David glanced at Craig and then back at the TV. "I haven't found anything decent yet," he said softly. He swallowed hard and sighed, "So...how'd it go with Viggo?" he asked trying to seem genuinely interested, despite the fact it was breaking his heart to even think of the two of them together.
“It went well, I think,” Craig smiled. “We had dinner, talked, and I dropped him off at his hotel. Nice to see him again, but….but I’m glad to be back home, to tell you the truth. I kept thinking you’d love the food – we went to that new Mexican place you’ve been wanting to try. Maybe you and I can go there tomorrow after the festival…if you’ll still go with me?”
David paused in his channel flipping and lowered the remote to his lap.
"You....you...aren't leaving with him?" he asked cautiously. It sounded as if Craig were actually staying...he wasn't leaving with Viggo? He...still wanted to go to the festival? "I'm afraid I'm a little lost...he...you...you aren't leaving tomorrow? I thought you'd told me that you wished things had worked out with Viggo? I thought...the two of you were getting back together?" he asked clearly confused.
“I guess I did want that a few years ago,” Craig admitted. “But not now. I…I thought you understood last night. I had no intention of leaving with him. I don’t want to get back together with him. I was….well, honestly, I was kind of irritated with him for messing up our plans, but…I’m glad I went. He made me see some things I’d been too blind to see before.” His face was turning steadily pinker, but he knew he had to go through with this. He had to tell David, and had to know if this…if *they* could possibly work. “David, I…I need to talk to you about something. I just…I don’t know where to start.”
David was shocked that Craig had never intended to leave with Viggo. But when Craig said he needed to talk to him, he immediately switched off the TV and set the remote on the coffee table. "What is it, Craig? You know you can talk to me about anything," he said concerned with how...nervous Craig seemed. He was confused, he was certain that if Craig returned tonight it would only be to pack...now he didn't know what to think.
Craig took a deep breath and turned to face David. “Do you …do you remember how we met in college? In Professor Shield’s history class all those years ago?” he asked quietly, resisting the urge to wrap his fingers around David’s, craving David’s touch, as well as needing something to hold on to to keep his hands from shaking.
"Of course I remember," he whispered wondering why Craig would be asking about that. He was slightly confused and slid his feet from under him so he could turn and look at Craig. "Why?"
“Did you know it took me two weeks to get up the nerve to talk to you?” Craig asked quietly. “That I sat in the back of the room, pretending to take notes and daydreamed about you until I finally made myself walk over, sit next to you and say something?”
David stared at Craig trying to process what he was saying. "Daydreamed about me? Why would you..." David trailed off not wanting to assume what that meant but suddenly felt his heart pounding loudly in his chest.
Craig closed his eyes and took another deep breath. “David, tonight, Viggo helped me see something that I’ve been too blind to see for a long, long time. He told me why he thought I couldn’t keep a relationship together…why things didn’t work out when I was with him or Stuart or Marton or…or anyone else I’ve tried to make it work with for the past 15 years. He saw it a long time ago, and I…well, I didn’t see it until tonight.”
David shifted slightly on the couch and tilted his head wondering just what Viggo had told him. "And...what was it that you didn't see before?" he asked curiously.
“I didn’t see that I was pushing them all away because my heart wasn’t free to give to them,” Craig said softly, forcing himself to meet David’s gaze, completely unsure of what he’d see – laughter? Incredulity? Embarrassment? Maybe even…..love? “All these years, and I was never fair to any of them…I never loved them, not really, because….because I never fell out of love with the first and only person I ever really gave my heart to. David, I….I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but….but I fell in love with you back in college, and…I just never got over you. I…I don’t think I can.”
David blinked and simply stared at Craig for a moment. He wondered if he had fallen asleep in front of the TV and that this was a dream. He went so far as to pinch the skin on the back of his hand just to make sure. "You...you love me?" he asked not able to stop the happy and relieved smile from spreading across his face. There was so much he wanted to say but he hadn't even gotten past the shock of hearing Craig say the words. His heart seemed to be doing strange flips in his chest and he was at a complete loss for a moment.
Craig nodded and reached for David’s hands, afraid that he would pull away at any second. “I loved you then, and I love you even more right now. I’ve never stopped, and I knew that, deep down, but I was so afraid I’d screw it up and push you away somehow and I didn’t want to lose you so, …I never told you. I…I know you probably don’t feel the same way, and if this changes things between us, I’m so sorry…I’ll pack my bags and go back to LA if you want me to and…I don’t want to ruin what we have, but I had to tell you and…when we kissed the other night it was the most amazing kiss I’ve ever dreamed of and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and …” Biting down on his bottom lip, Craig sighed. “I’m rambling. But…God, I’m sorry. I’ve embarrassed us both, haven’t I?”
David shook his head and squeezed Craig's hands in his own. "No, Craig, you haven't embarrassed me at all. Not at all. I…God…I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to leave because I feel the same way. I've well…I fell in love with you four years ago this Christmas," David said smiling when he saw recognition dawn in Craig's eyes. "Yes," he grinned, "Oddly enough I realized I was in love with you when you had a cold. I remember your folks had a house full of guests for the holidays and you just didn't feel up to being around a lot of people so I asked you to come stay with me at my apartment. I realized one night, when you felt really bad and had been pretty grumpy and just sat watching you sleep off your fever. I remembered everything we'd gone through together and everything we've shared and realized....that you were the one person in this world I wanted to share *everything* with. I think I've loved you since we first met but I was just too chicken to really put a name on what I felt until that Christmas. I almost told you then...but you were actually still with Viggo then and the two of you seemed to be…doing so much better than your other relationships. I couldn't say anything to screw that up. I guess I was afraid. I was afraid to mess things up."
“You…you love me too?” Craig whispered, seeing nothing but honesty in David’s eyes. “For….that long? God, I wish I’d told you back then, and we wouldn’t have missed all this time.” Gently tugging on David’s hands, Craig pulled him onto his lap. One hand moved up to lovingly trail his fingertips over David’s face as his arm supported his back and he smiled up into shining blue eyes. “Can we do this?” he said softly. “Can we be friends and lovers and…..everything to each other, Daisy? Do you want that?”
David felt as if he was lost in a dream as Craig pulled him close. Leaning into the gentle touch he smiled, a genuine smile, for the first time since the night before. "I think we can...if you want that too. I've wanted you for so long, Craig. It was easy to deal with when you were in California, but with you here...I've been going crazy. That kiss we shared...God, Craig. No one has ever kissed me like that," he smiled at the memory. "I love you, I've always loved you as a friend, and have wanted more than that with you for so long now. I hope you don't think you'll push me away...because there isn't a chance in hell of that," he said softly, raising his hand to trace the tips of his fingers along Craig's face.
Craig pulled David closer, his gaze never wavering. “That’s the very reason I wouldn’t admit how much I loved you,” he said softly, as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to David’s palm. “I was so terrified of losing you all together, that I didn’t let myself believe that we could ever have anything else. But, it all makes sense now….I know *why* I couldn’t make it work with anyone else. I wasn’t supposed to. I was *supposed* to get my head out of my arse and realize that the best thing that ever happed to me was right beside me all the time…and had been for 15 years. So…in answer to your question, yes…I do want that with you. I want all of you, David. I want to belong to you and only you, and I want you to belong to me for the rest of our lives.”
David tried to swallow past the lump in his throat as Craig spoke. He smiled feeling the palm of his hand tingle where Craig kissed it. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words, Craig. I guess this is a silly question now...but you are staying? You will stay here with me from now on? Or...we can get a bigger place if you want, I know this house isn't exactly what you are accustomed to. Or...if you want me to go to California I will...I can find a teaching job anywhere. I just...don't want to ever be apart from you again. Every time we said goodbye in the past, my heart broke," he whispered.
Craig laughed and shook his head, unable to believe that David would actually give up his home and his job just to be with him. “You’d do that for me?” he asked, pulling David closer and burying his face in his lover’s chest. “I…honestly, love, there’s nothing for me in LA, and, to be perfectly truthful, I love this house. Every single inch of it, because it reminds me of you. Everywhere I look, I see pieces of the man I love…from the shelves that I *know* you built to the paint on the walls that match your beautiful eyes. If it’s ok with you, I’d love to stay right here. You just have to promise me that you’ll go with me when I have to go back to LA for a meeting now and then…because I’m not saying goodbye to you *ever* again.”
David curled his arms around Craig as he rested his head against his chest. His heart fluttered in his chest when Craig called him 'love' and he smiled. "It's perfectly fine with me...I'd love to have you here, I'd love this to be *your* home as much as it is mine. And...well...I guess you could change the guest room into an office so you can write in there...and...well since...well I assume you'll be sharing the room I sleep in now?" he asked stammering just a bit. They'd only had that one kiss, though David had dreamed so many times of more. Had dreamed of the way Craig's skin would taste under his lips, and how his eyes would look when he sunk into him, or the way they might darken and sparkle when Craig made love to him.
Leaning back, Craig looked up into David’s eyes and knew the desire he saw there was matched by his own. “I would love to share your room…your bed…everything…with you,” he whispered. “I….before I jump to any conclusions…are you asking me to move in with you? I…I don’t want to take anything for granted. This feels too incredible to really be happening, and I want us to be perfectly clear on everything…I couldn’t stand it if I did something stupid and messed this up or hurt you.”
"Yes, I want you to live with me...I want you to be a permanent part of my life...not that you weren't already but...you know what I mean. I want all of it, I want you, I want *us* to be a couple, and it sounds like you want that too. I hope so, I don't want to waste another moment with you, Craig," David said softly. Watching Craig's eyes he could see the same love he felt reflected back and couldn't believe how blind both of them had been all these years. That it took Viggo saying something for them to talk. He'd found himself hating Viggo the night before and all day and now he wanted to call the guy up and thank him over and over again.
“I want that,” Craig whispered. “I want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life, and I hope you know I’m *never* going to let you go now that I’ve got you.” Running his hands underneath David’s shirt, Craig’s fingertips trailed lightly over his spine and he leaned forward to lick at the warm skin of his soon-to-be-lover’s neck. “Do you have *any* idea how crazy I was making myself on the way over here, wondering who you were picturing when you kissed me? I kept trying to remember everyone you’d been with, and I was about to lose my mind. Then, it hit me….that you hadn’t dated anyone in over three years, and I swear, Daisy, I prayed like I’ve never prayed before that maybe, just maybe it was because you were in love with someone….and that if I could make one wish come true, just one, it would be *me*.”
"It is you, it's always been you I think. I stopped dating when I realized that I loved you, I just didn't see a point in it. I knew I'd never feel for anyone else the way I feel for you," David whispered and gasped slightly as Craig's fingers moved against his skin. He found himself pressing back against that touch and leaned forward, whispering the words he had several weeks ago. "Kiss me, Craig."
With absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, Craig rested one hand low on David’s back as the other slid up between his shoulder blades, gently pressing him forward. Craig’s lips found those of his best friend, his soon to be lover, and the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Their lips met softly at first, but in no time at all, the kiss turned into one filled with passion and need, and more love than either of them had ever known. If Craig had been able to think, he would have known at once that *this* was what Viggo had talked about….*this* was the way two people who truly needed and wanted each other should feel. His tongue lovingly explored David’s mouth and somehow, the kiss was even more magical than their first.
As Craig's lips sealed over his own in a slow sensual kiss that deepened to more, David felt his pulse speed. Welcoming Craig's tongue into his mouth, his tongue slipped along Craig's, teasing slowly at first and then somehow, the kiss changed and went from sweet and loving to passionate and urgent. No one had ever made him feel like this, the intense, immediate need, and more love than he'd ever known. His hand slid up into his lover's hair, cradling his head as they continued to kiss. Nothing had ever been more real. The skim of Craig's fingers across his skin left a hot trail down his back and he moved against him, pressing their bodies even closer.
Moaning into the kiss, Craig felt his arousal filling and thickening as their mouths moved together, tongues dancing and hands exploring through the barrier of too many clothes. Fifteen years of always feeling that love was just beyond his reach were forgotten, and, after long minutes, Craig pulled away breathlessly and looked up into David’s lust-darkened eyes. His arousal was aching and he could feel David’s own pressed against him, thick and hard through the fabric of his sweats. “God, love, you have no idea how much I want you,” he murmured breathlessly. “Is it too soon?”
Staring breathlessly into Craig's sparkling eyes, darkened with love and lust David shook his head. "Too soon?" he asked laughing softly. The words fifteen years too late, echoed in his mind. No, it certainly wasn't soon enough. He smiled and threaded his fingers through Craig's hair. "God, I want you. I love you, and you love me...we...well you could say we've had a fifteen year courtship in some ways...I'd think that it isn't too soon. Just tell me what you want Craig...I'm yours, and I always will be, my love."
“What I want,” Craig said softly, as his sex began to leak at the mental image of what he was about to describe, “is to feel you wrapped around me, to be looking into your eyes and hearing you tell me you love me as I make love to you, as I come deep inside you and let you feel how much I adore and treasure you. And then I want to cradle you in my arms and carry you to the bedroom and I want to *finally* know what it’s like to feel you inside of me, my sweet, precious Daisy.”
David couldn't suppress a moan as Craig spoke, and felt his own arousal twitch. "I want that too," he whispered laying back on the couch and pulling Craig on top of him. "Make love to me Craig. I need you, and I want you, more than I've ever wanted or needed anyone in my entire life," he whispered, kissing Craig's neck, licking the warm skin, and memorizing the flavor he'd wanted so many times to know. His hands slipped between them and he began unbuttoning Craig's shirt, needing to feel the warm skin against his fingers. Once he had the first three buttons undone he couldn't resist leaning up and licking and kissing a trail down his lover's chest while his fingers continued their work. Once he'd finished his task he pushed the soft material from Craig’s shoulders.
Craig’s entire body shivered as David’s tongue and lips moved over his skin and he felt a definite damp spot on his boxers where his length was trapped between the soft silk and his stomach. Shrugging out of his shirt, he discarded it on the floor and quickly unfastened the buttons of David’s shirt. His hands moved almost reverently over his lover’s chest and stomach and he mimicked David’s ministrations, dipping his head and pressing loving kissing over the smooth column of his neck. His lips moved down and he sucked firmly but gently at the juncture where neck met shoulder, marking David as his own. “Mine,” he whispered, as he licked the reddened skin, which now felt hot against his tongue. “Please, Daisy, say you’re mine.”
David arched against Craig's hands and mouth, and moaned softly as his lover marked him. "Always, love. Always yours," David breathed against Craig's neck. His blood was on fire it seemed, each heartbeat pounding in his chest seemed to echo in his ears. He'd never wanted like this before, this elemental need, this incredible aching desire for Craig. His hands moved down to the waist of Craig's jeans and he smiled as his fingers traced along where the edge of material met skin before tugging the buttons loose. He could feel the warmth of Craig's arousal pulsing just beneath the tight fabric and pressed the palm of his hand against him, cupping the thick length and shuddering from the moan that fell from Craig's lips. "I love you," David whispered.
His hips automatically pressing against David’s hand, and Craig shivered again as his eyes fell shut. Pausing for a moment, he leaned up and looked directly into David’s eyes. “And I love you, Daisy,” he whispered, “never, ever doubt that.” Moving back down to capture his lover’s lips with his own, Craig managed to pull David’s sweats down over his hips, gasping as the thick arousal was freed and pressed up against his hip. His moan was lost in David’s mouth and he pulled away slowly, kissing a long, wet trail over his lover’s chest and stomach, avoiding David’s erection until it was just before his lips. Looking up the man he loved, he leaned his head down and ran his tongue over the heavy sacs that hung between David’s legs, swirling gently over every inch, then up, along the underside of his arousal until he reached the leaking tip. He stopped long enough to lap at the fluid that had dripped onto David’s stomach and licked his lips. “Well worth the wait,” he smiled as he slowly lowered his mouth over his lover’s length, stopping only when his lips were wrapped around the root of the thick organ and the tip rested against the back of his throat.
David lost himself in Craig's kiss, and then felt the cool air of the room against his skin, he hadn't really bothered to dress in more than sweats just not feeling up to it earlier in the day. He actually felt grateful for that now, one less barrier of fabric to deal with. He moaned into Craig's mouth as his arousal pressed against Craig's warm skin. Then as Craig kissed his way down his body, he found himself completely engulfed by warmth and love for this incredible man who'd been his best friend for so long. When Craig's tongue licked and trailed up his length he bit his bottom lip, trembling as his lover teased and tasted him. When Craig spoke he started to smile but then Craig's mouth lowered around him and David moaned loudly, clutching at the pillows on the couch. "God, yes," was all the answer he could form. He couldn't have held back if he'd wanted to, and tentatively thrust forward unable to help himself. "God, Craig...so incredible," he murmured, releasing his tight grip on the pillow and threading his fingers through soft dark hair.
Craig’s mouth moved over David’s length again and again, tasting every inch of him and loving the sounds that fell from David’s lips with each swipe of his tongue. Relaxing his throat, he swallowed around the swollen head of his lover’s arousal each time David thrust deep, and felt himself growing impossibly harder. He moved his body back only far enough so that he could pull David’s sweats down over long legs, throw them to the floor, then quickly removed his own jeans and discarded them as well. Pressing two fingers past his lips, he moved his tongue over them, wetting them thoroughly, then moved back to lie beside his lover. Letting his thumb trail lightly over the full sacs at the base of David’s arousal, he gently massaged the small, puckered entrance with his index finger as he gazed into beloved blue eyes.
David was almost completely undone already, it had been so long since he'd been with anyone, and none had ever set his blood on fire the way Craig did. When Craig drew away and looked up at him as his slick finger moved against him, he smiled lovingly. "Make me yours, Craig. Completely yours," he whispered, inviting his lover to take him.
A low moan fell from Craig’s lips and he slowly pressed his finger forward, gasping as he felt David’s body accepting the intrusion uncertainly. “God, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You’re so tight….” The thin ring of muscle clenched around his finger, before slowly but surely allowing him to delve deeper. He knew it had been a while since David had been taken, and he was determined not to hurt him. They had the rest of their lives, and, as much as he wanted him right now, he would never, ever hurt him again. Carefully he added a second finger, feeling the ring of muscle tighten again before allowing him entrance. “Jesus, Daisy,” Craig whispered shakily, as he felt a thick drop of fluid drip from the tip of his cock onto David’s stomach.
It *had* been almost five years since he'd had sex and David swallowed hard smiling shakily at Craig. "Been...a *long* time," he whispered, gasping slightly as Craig's fingers moved within him. He concentrated on relaxing his muscles, he didn't want this to drag out but he knew that Craig would never hurt him. He closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, he knew in his very soul that Craig would never, ever hurt him. Moving his hips back toward his lover David relaxed a little more, feeling long fingers slipping deeper within him.
Craig twisted and scissored his fingers, finally feeling the muscle surrounding them loosen enough to allow him to easily sink both digits in to the knuckles. With a final kiss to his lover’s lips, he carefully pulled his fingers away and settled between David’s legs. His arousal, like David’s, was purple-red and swollen, the balls below heavy and full and the tip of both organs steadily leaking thin, milky fluid. Swirling the tip of his arousal in the small, slick pool of precome on David’s stomach, his own fluids mixed with his lover’s and he quickly slicked himself. With a deep breath, he pressed the head of his cock to his lover’s entrance and smiled down into sparkling blue eyes. He slowly pressed forward, sheathing himself inside the man he loved inch by inch, watching his face closely. Keeping his pace slow and steady, he sank in, burying himself to the hilt, then held perfectly still as he leaned down and kissed beloved lips, hoping to distract David until his body adjusted. Working one hand between them, he gently massaged his lover’s entrance, coaxing the clenching muscle to relax around him.
As Craig settled between his legs and his arousal pressed against him, David smiled up at his lover a little nervously. It was like the first time all over again, he thought vaguely and in some ways it really was. Not because of the slight pain he felt being stretched around his lover's thick length but because he truly had never 'made love' before now. He tried to keep his muscles relaxed though it wasn't easy, and when Craig was buried deep inside him after long moments David trembled as his lover kissed him. Then he felt loving fingers moving against him, helping him to relax and after a few moments he shifted his hips slightly, almost experimentally. As Craig drew away from the sweet kiss, he smiled up at him. "I'm yours, Craig...always have been," he whispered, arching up toward his lover and feeling him slip impossibly deeper inside. He felt full, and the pain had faded from a sharp sting to a dull ache that he knew would soon be all but forgotten.
“I’ve always been yours too, love,” Craig whispered, as he felt his lover shift against him. “I was just to stubborn to realize it.” Resting his weight on one arm, he moved his free hand from between them and gently brushed back the damp hair from David’s forehead. He slowly pulled back until he was almost free from the tight heat surrounding his arousal, and then pressed forward again, moaning loudly as David’s body welcomed him. Moving in a slow and steady rhythm, he claimed his lover, knowing that he would never, ever want anyone but David for the rest of his life. Working his hand between their bodies, he closed his fingers on the leaking length trapped between them and stroked it in time with his deep thrusts.
David smiled when Craig said he was stubborn, they both had been. He didn't get a chance to answer though, when Craig moved he lost every last thought in his mind except how much he loved the man in his arms. Craig's moan seemed to echo in his mind and burn right through him; their bodies began to move together in a slow and perfect rhythm -- gentle but at the same time overwhelmingly powerful. Gasping as Craig's strong fingers wrapped around him, David arched into his lover's touch, finding himself pressing back to feel the pulsing length move within him and alternating forward into the tight grip surrounding him. His hands moved along Craig's back, clutching at his lover, feeling the muscles move under his hands and reveling in being able to touch Craig freely.
The world shrank down around them, and for Craig, there was nothing and no one else on Earth but David….*his* David. He continued moving inside his lover, thrusting slowly and deeply, drawing their lovemaking out for as long as possible. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he never wanted this moment to end. As he looked down into sparkling blue eyes, however, his tenuous hold was lost, and he felt his balls draw up as David’s arousal became even thicker and harder in his hand. “Close,” he whispered breathlessly, “God, I’m so close….need you to come with me, love…”
David's entire body felt electrified, each press of skin-to-skin feeling as if it were burning through him. As he watched Craig above him, watched his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room, he felt any measure of control slipping away. He had always found Craig to be handsome, but...the only word to describe him now was...stunning. When Craig whispered to him, David knew that he too wasn't going to last long either. "Yes, love," he whispered arching upwards to meet Craig's thrusts that were becoming faster and more erratic. Within moments he felt warmth race through him, and his release slammed into him, hard, ripping a low moan from his chest as his seed spilled warm and slick between them.
The clenching muscles pulling and squeezing at his cock caused Craig to cry out his lover’s name and thrust in deep one final time. His release pulsed from his body, filling the tight channel surrounding him as he moaned loudly and every muscle in his body tensed. Craig’s fingers, now wet and slippery, continued to stroke David’s arousal, milking every last drop from his lover even as David’s inner walls did the same to him.
When they were both completely spent, he lowered himself on shaking arms to lie on top of the man he loved, burying his face in David’s neck and licking at the warm, damp skin as he tried to catch his breath. “God, sweetheart,” he whispered. “That was…..it was perfect…like we were just *made* for each other.”
Craig's release seemed to draw David's out even longer, Craig's cry sending a jolt of pleasure through him, loving the way his name sounded like that. He held on tight to Craig as they trembled and shuddered together, riding out the waves of their combined release. Catching his breath slightly, he smiled as Craig whispered. " I think we are made for each other," he whispered pressing a kiss against Craig's neck. "I love you so much, Craig. God it feels so good to be able to hold you, and show you how much," he said trailing his fingers through Craig's hair.
“Hmmm,” Craig smiled, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as David’s lips moved over his skin, “it does feel good. Amazing, in fact. And I’ll tell you right now, if this is a dream, I’m flatly refusing to wake up.” With a regretful sigh, he felt his softening arousal slide from David’s warmth. Moving to lie beside him, he snuggled close, mindless of the cooling liquid between, and crooked his leg possessively over his lover’s. The couch was cramped, but he honestly didn’t think he could stand at the moment, and he looked at his lover with a crooked smile. “I love you, Daisy. I always have and I always will, and I promise you not a day will go by that I don’t tell you that at least a dozen times. We’ve got a lot of years to make up for.”
David sighed as Craig slipped from his body, already missing the feeling of having his lover so intimately a part of him. Smiling as Craig lay beside him, he slipped his arm around him. "We do have a lot of years to make up for...hopefully the rest of our lives will be enough," he smiled pressing a soft kiss against Craig's forehead. "If my knees ever start to feel stronger than jelly I can help you get moved into my...OUR bedroom," he said smiling.
Craig laughed and ran his hand lightly over his lover’s chest. “Our bedroom,” he repeated. “I like the way that sounds. How about we rest here for a while, move all my stuff, then we christen *our* bedroom by you finally taking your rightful place deep inside the man you love? How’s that sound?”
"Christen?" David asked laughing, but then his cock impossibly twitched at the next words Craig said. Swallowing hard he nodded. "Oh...that sounds...well...I do believe I'm getting feeling back already," he teased loving the humor and love he saw in Craig's eyes.
“I thought you might,” Craig laughed softly as he snuggled closer. “I’m afraid we might have to cancel our festival tomorrow. I’m not really sure I can make myself let you out of bed for the rest of the weekend. As a matter of fact, maybe you should think about calling in sick for a few days….”
David laughed and held Craig closer, "I do have some sick leave...and you know how much students just *love* substitute teachers," he chuckled. "Why don't we go see if the bed is a bit roomier...I think you're probably feeling claustrophobic on this couch," he said smiling though not letting Craig go.
“Bed…with you….yes….” Craig murmured, leaning forward and raining dozens of kisses over David’s face. One hand slid down between his lover’s legs and gently cupped his balls, carefully rolling each between his fingers. His lips moved to David’s ear, where he playfully nipped and licked and sucked the earlobe between his teeth. “Do you think I might be able to entice you into something a bit more exciting than making room for your new, *permanent* roommate first, or did you have your heart set on helping me relocating my boxers?”
David smiled as Craig kissed him, trying and failing to return all of the sweet kisses, and then he gasped as his lover's hand began to tease him. He could already feel himself starting to thicken and harden under the light touch. "Oh I do believe something more exciting could take precedence...though that doesn't mean I won't be relocating your boxers," he chuckled. Reluctantly he released Craig and they sat up together. He took Craig's hand and led him toward the bedroom, stopping and turning to kiss his lover over and over again before they even reached the door not far away. "I love you," he whispered. "I know I've said that several times already, but I want to make sure you don't forget it."
“I promise to never forget,” Craig smiled, wrapping his arms around David and leaning back against the wall, unsure if they could actually make it to the bedroom or not. “But I hope you keep telling me.” Pulling his lover closer, their lips met and Craig’s hands lovingly explored David’s body, one hand finally coming to rest on the smooth skin of David’s backside as the other tangled in soft ginger hair. His arousal pressed against his lover’s hip and he moaned into the kiss, already hard and aching once again.
David lost himself in Craig's kiss, unconsciously he pressed his lover against the wall, their bodies slipping together, as they kissed and touched one another. After long moments, David drew back to look into Craig's eyes. Licking his lips and savoring the taste of his lover there, David smiled. "You are so beautiful, Craig," he whispered. He was amazed that he was already hard again, that certainly hadn't ever happened with anyone else, so soon. He thought for a moment he could easily make love to Craig right there, pinned against the wall, his long legs wrapped around David's waist, and he decided to file that idea away for another time, because right now he wanted Craig in his bed. "Come on," he whispered drawing away and pulling Craig with him into the bedroom. "I believe there was some talk about christening this room."
Following David into the bedroom, Craig found his heart pounding and his arousal twitching at the thoughts of *finally*, after all these years, knowing what it would feel like to have David inside him. He’d daydreamed about this moment for a decade and a half, and it was still hard to believe it was really happening. He stood silently beside the bed, watching his lover, thinking how incredibly lucky he was that he hadn’t let this chance pass him by yet again.
Turning to Craig, David kissed him tenderly, his tongue exploring the delicious sweetness of his lover's mouth for long moments before drawing back again. "I've wanted you for so long," he whispered honestly. He coaxed Craig to sit down on the bed, and slid to his knees before him. "So long," he murmured not even realizing he'd repeated the words as he kissed the smooth skin of Craig's inner thigh. His lover was already as hard as he was, but he took his time, kissing and nipping at the smooth skin, avoiding his lover's arousal...for now. His hands traced over Craig's body as if memorizing each slope, each rise, and each contour.
Running his fingers through David’s hair, Craig’s head tipped back and he concentrated on regaining control of himself. After a moment, he looked back down, realizing that he’d never seen anything as beautiful as David, or as erotic as those beautiful lips, full and red from their kisses, moving over his skin. “You have no idea how stunning you are, or how much I want you,” he murmured.
David smiled and looked up at Craig, "If it's as much as I want you, then I think I do know," he said softly, before lowering his head again and teasingly licking at his lover's skin. Moving up his thigh and then across to the other, giving it much the same treatment. "Lay back for me," he whispered. When Craig did, David grasped his hips gently and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and licked from the base of Craig's arousal to the leaking tip, lapping at the slick fluid gathered there before drawing back again. He knew he was moving slowly and he could tell that Craig was practically vibrating with need now. Licking the heavy sacs that hung between Craig's legs his tongue trailed lower, and he could feel the heat of Craig's skin against his tongue. Slowly,
David's tongue pressed against the tight puckered entrance and he almost smiled when Craig jumped slightly.
Closing his eyes, Craig felt as if every drop of blood in his body had raced down to his groin. A low, helpless whimper escaped as his lover licked at his balls, and moved lower as his arousal dripped steadily onto his stomach. His fists curled into the sheets as he felt slick heat pressing against him, and he would have sworn his heart stopped for the few seconds it took him realize this was *not* David’s fingers moving against him. “Jesus, baby,” he murmured, lifting his feet so that his heels rested on the rails of the bed. He tried not to move, and held his breath, waiting for his lover to continue.
David closed his eyes for a moment trying to control his own desire, and leaned in again, licking the wrinkled skin before pressing against Craig again. His tongue dipping just inside his lover, reveling in the sounds the action was eliciting, and the heat and tightness around his tongue. Slowly he moved forward, feeling the clenching muscle relax around him, as he delved even deeper. He'd never done this to anyone before, and the thought hadn't struck him until he had licked Craig's thighs and decided that he wanted to know his lover in every possible way. His hands caressed Craig's body as his tongue continued to push forward and then withdraw from the tight channel over and over again. He could feel his own arousal pulsing with each heartbeat as he continued to prepare his lover.
Craig writhed on the bed as David prepared him, the slick tongue pressing inside repeatedly, slowly stretching and slicking him, and feeling like nothing he’d ever felt before. Each time the slick organ moved forward, Craig’s body accepted it more easily, and more than once, he had to wrap his fingers around the base of his arousal to keep from coming undone simply from the sensation of being connected to David in such an intimate manner alone. He could no longer think, and the only sounds from his mouth were incoherent moans that got progressively louder with each gentle press of David’s tongue inside him.
After long moments David felt as if he might simply come undone just from the incredible sounds Craig was making. Finally drawing back he reached over to the nightstand where a bottle of lotion was. He was almost embarrassed as to *why* he had lotion by his bedside, and realized from now on he wouldn't be needing it for *that* anymore. Quickly he slicked himself with the cool, slick substance and rose up leaning over Craig, kissing his chest, and neck. Positioning himself at his lover's entrance, he whispered, "I want you so much, Craig. I love you," he whispered pressing forward against his lover, feeling the head of his shaft being surrounded by a heat and tightness that was incredible. Moving slowly until he was completely sheathed within his lover, David stopped and pressed a kiss against Craig's neck allowing him time to adjust.
Craig’s back arched up off the bed as he was slowly stretched even more and filled completely. His legs locked around David’s waist as his hands moved over his lover’s back, needing to touch him everywhere, and pulling him closer and impossibly deeper inside his clenching passage. His hips shifted, internal muscles tightening and releasing around David’s length and he smiled blissfully. “I love you too,” he said softly, “and God, you feel so good inside me.” Nibbling at his lover’s bottom lip, he moaned and looked up into beloved blue eyes. “Take me, love. Show me with your body what I can see in your eyes.”
David felt heat rush through him as Craig spoke, and wrapped his arms around Craig drawing him up toward himself until they were chest to chest. If he'd had time to think he'd wonder how he was keeping his balance so close to the edge of the bed that way, but his mind was devoid of any thought aside from Craig, and claiming him as his own. Now and always. Those words seemed to hang in his mind as they moved together, each touch, each time his lover's muscles clenched around him driving him on. Kissing Craig deeply their tongues dancing together as their very souls seemed to become one. Yet again he was overcome with the feeling that *this* was what loving someone was meant to be, that Craig was his forever, and he hated that they had wasted so many years.
Moving up and back down in a slow rhythm, Craig was impaled again and again by his lover’s thick shaft. Their kiss deepened, and with each stroke of David’s cock against his sweet spot, Craig’s tongue pressed forward and made love to David’s mouth in a matching rhythm. Strong hands cupped his backside, spreading him even wider and his fingers tangled in the damp hair on the back of David’s neck. He felt as if he’d waited for this his entire life, and as he sank down on his lover’s length, he pulled away from the kiss and buried his face against David’s shoulder, clinging to him and speeding up his movements. He took the rigid organ in deep, riding his lover hard and feeling his own cock dripping between their sweat slick bodies.
David leaned back just enough to get his hand between them, wrapping his fingers around his lover's leaking shaft and stroking it in time with their rapidly building pace. He had wanted to take things slower, but as his desire had grown he had lost the ability to go any slower. His need for Craig seeming to be a building fire within him. Drawing away from their kiss, and breathing heavily he whispered. "Come with me, Craig." He was already so close; he knew he wouldn't last much longer as each thrust went deeper and faster with his lover meeting him each time. Hot, hard, fast, their bodies climbed together toward the edge. Driving each other, until finally David thrust deep one last time, crying out his lover's name, and spilling deep within the clenching channel.
Craig’s head fell back and he felt his lover’s length pulsing inside him. As David’s release filled him, he thrust up, biting back a scream as his seed spilled over the fingers wrapped around him. Even as he clenched around the length buried inside him, Craig’s cock continued to throb, and he collapsed in his lover’s arms, panting and shivering in the aftermath of his release. “Remember I asked where you learned to kiss? Well, I would ask where you learned to make love like this,” he whispered against his lover’s skin, “but I don’t think I’d like the answer, so I won’t. I don’t ever want to think of you with anyone but me, my darling Daisy.”
David was completely enthralled as he felt and watched Craig come undone. He was so incredibly beautiful, and he remembered his thoughts after their kiss weeks ago. That he had touched heaven...and he truly had. Holding Craig close he smiled as he spoke. "No one ever taught me to kiss like that...or...to make love like this. Because I've never done either like *that* before...only you, Craig. Only ever you," he whispered honestly. No one had ever made him feel the way Craig did. No one he had ever been with had caused such need and incredible desire.
Craig smiled and leaned forward to lick at the dark mark he’d made earlier on his lover’s neck. “Only ever you too,” he whispered, unwilling to move just yet. He loved the feeling of David buried inside him, of being held in such loving arms, of feeling gentle hands moving over his skin. Pulling back to look into David’s eyes, Craig rested one hand on each side of his lover’s face. “You are my best friend, David,” he whispered, “You are my everything, and you always have been. You are also the love of my life. I’m so sorry it took me such a long time to realize it, but I promise I’ll never give you reason to doubt how much I adore you.”
David smiled as Craig spoke and kissed him tenderly. "You're my best friend too, Craig. And I'm sorry too, I'm sorry for not telling you when I first realized how I felt, I'm sorry we wasted so much time, but I will never doubt your love. I never have doubted you, Craig. I have always believed in you, and I always will," he whispered. Shifting his body slightly, he laid Craig back down against the bed and slipped from him, lying beside his lover as he trailed his fingers across his skin. "We've made a mess," he teased both of them slick and sticky from their previous love making combined with what had just happened. "Join me in the shower?" he asked realizing how different this shower would be from the one he'd had the night before, where he'd stood crying under the rush of the water thinking that he'd lost Craig again.
“Love to,” Craig murmured, resting his head on David’s arm for a moment before slowly rolling off the bed and offering his hand to his lover. They strode hand in hand toward the bathroom and Craig made an effort to restrain himself, only stopping to press David against the wall and kiss him senseless three times. He reached in and turned the water on, then turned back to his lover, where his lips proceeded to ravish David’s once again. “I warned you I could kiss for hours,” he laughed softly as they finally climbed into the shower.
Laughing David stepped into the shower with Craig. "I think I could get used to kissing you for hours, love," he whispered. After so many years of waiting, of wanting, and loving someone secretly, all of his dreams had come true in a single evening. Craig was here, loved him, and was moving in for good. He made a mental note to thank Viggo properly one day for whatever it was he told Craig that truly convinced him to come home and tell David how he felt.
Over the next twenty years the little white house where the high school history teacher and the successful Hollywood screen writer lived was a happy home, until one day they decided to move after the teacher finally retired. Wherever they moved to, that too was sure to be a happy home as well.
The End
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I hadn’t really thought of this pairing before, but they were so comfortable with each other and it just flowed along so well that I found myself becoming really involved with them! (Hurries off to find out more about David & Craig . . .!).
What a beautiful, romantic and sexy relationship this was, and I have to say that your description of “the kiss” left me gasping – that surely deserves an award . . .
The story seemed to progress at just the right pace and was so good at explaining the misunderstandings that happen when people don’t talk to each other. Then, their final realisation was so tender : “Yet again he was overcome with the feeling that this was what loving someone was meant to be, that Craig was his forever and he hated that they had wasted so many years”.
The little details were so realistic too – sobbing in the shower; not needing the lube for “that” anymore; jumping at scary movies; not understanding the difference between sick and depressed – oh it all worked so very well.
And the final paragraph was simply so moving it had me weeping . . . thank you SO much for this wonderfully touching story.
(A humble request please . . . more similar quite soon?).