"Michael?"
"Yeah?" He rolled over and looked over at me sleepily.
"Fuck me." He kissed me gently, stroking me face, I hungrily kissed him back. I yearned for him. We had been apart for so long. Ella died, and then Michael and I drifted in our grief. I stroked his face, I held his face and kissed him hard, trying to tell him my need, trying to tell him I loved him. He pulled away, briefly, coming back to me hard just as hungry, he almost growled as he kissed my face, my neck and my shoulders. I moaned, "Oh God." Michael travelled the length of my body kissing me, licking me, turning on my fire. I grabbed his shoulders and flipped him on his back and did the same, kissing him hopefully turning on his fire, and hopefully bringing him back to me. I stroked his cock, he moaned, he was in bliss, "Michael, fuck me." I held up a condom, he opened up one dark eye, smiling. I opened up the pack and put the rubber on him, I moaned. I didn't realize just how much I missed him. I kneeled in front of him, he humped me then he pushed his warm cock into me. "Oh God." I cried out, it was as if he was just taking my cherry for the first time. My hands clenched the sheets as Michael pumped rhythmically. I had Michael back. He groaned, sped up his pumping, as he slammed into me, hard.
"I'm coming" He groaned.
"Oh God." In unison we slumped over, Michael still inside me, he began to caress me chest and stomach, playing with my little hairs. I sighed.
"Is that what you wanted?" He asked coldly, pushing me away. Wounded I looked at him, at his dark eyes and his impossible eyelashes. I got off the bed and went to the bathroom and climbed into the shower, figuring he wouldn't hear my cries over the cascades of water.
Michael, Ella, and I had been together for five years until Ella and our one month old son died in a car accident. Now a year later Michael still wasn't working, I had thrown myself into my writing and we had drifted. I wanted my husband back. I needed him to go back to work, to start acting again, to start living. I got out of the shower, startled; Michael was standing there in tears.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I am angry at you. You're living and I don't know how to start living again. I'm stuck. I miss Ella. I miss our son. Shane, what do I do?" I looked at him.
"Phone your mom. Phone Jennifer. Take a shower. Eat something. Read a script. Talk to your manager. Love your husband." I choked on my rising anger. I loved Michael, but Christ he pissed me off. He grabbed me, hugging me softly then harder, grasping my back, holding me tight. He held me. I didn't think he was going to let go.
"Shane. Shane. I love you. I love you." He whispered, he began to caressing my face with his left hand and his right hand cupped my ass. My husband held me tight I felt encompassed I took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. I pushed him on the bed, he flopped backwards, sighing. I crawled on top of him.
"Listen asshole, you have to start living. Find something you like and do it. The Comic-Con is coming up and Scott and Jennifer are asking if you will do it. There are voice-over orders in for you to do. Everyone has been understanding, but our time of mourning is up, time to get out there, Michael. Okay, end of speech. I love you. I love you. I miss you. I want you. I ain't going anywhere, but you ever fuck me and fuck me over like that, I will be fuckin' angry - like sleeping in the other room angry." My voice cracked and Michael looked shocked.
"Shane, I'm sorry, really...It's gone, the grief, the pain, the deep pain, it's gone. I'm sorry I took it out on you. God anyone else would have walked, but you..."
"I'm your husband, asshole...we may not have done some ceremony, but I do believe in better or worse and sickness and health. We lost our wife and our son. We had to grieve, each in our own way, I accept you did it in on your own way, but I was afraid that if I didn't do something I would lose you forever." I loved him, his emotions deep, as did mine but mine didn't come up to breathe as much. The phone rang, jarring us out of our emotional entanglement, we looked at each other. "Get it." I said, rolling off him, allowing him to lunge for the phone.
"Hello." His voice was still husky from our emotional confusion moments earlier, "Yeah. Scott. Sure, I'll come to Comic Con. Shane needs an All Access Pass too. Thanks. Yup. Email me the shit. Thanks see ya." He came back to bed with a carefree smirk smile dangling another condom in his hand, "Can we try again?"
I was choked up.
"Uh huh!" I nodded as I kneeled in front of him, slowly playing with his cock first with my hand and then I took his semi-erect cock in my mouth, gently sucking just enough to harden him up and hearing him moan, I felt his fingers run through my hair. Oh, he was enjoying this as much as I was. I leaned back, smiling my teasing smile and Michael had his sexy sleepy smile as he handed me the condom. I tore the pack and placed the condom on his beautiful cock as Michael fumbled with the lube. I leaned against the bed, feeling Michael coming closer to me. I bowed my head as Michael rimmed me with his fingers smearing lube on my ass, again. I moaned. He slowly entered me, pumping gently, whispering my name. He stayed close, just moving his hips, we were making love. The sparks were there. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations of the feeling of my husband so close, his cock inside me pulsating sending ribbons of light into my brain. Michael quickened his pumping, I clenched my fists, and he placed his hands over mine.
"Shane." He drawled, "I'm coming." He pumped, slammed hard and leaned into me. I slumped against the bed, spent, drained, and just like my husband. We stayed connected until Michael moved slightly. "I love you, Shane." He got up, pulling me up to my feet, kissing me. I crawled on the bed, Michael crawled onto the bed next to me, and we fell asleep. Time had no meaning, no definition we woke up later, the sun was still shining or was it just arriving for a new day?
Michael and I had met under unusual circumstances. He was in Vancouver filming on location. I was living in Vancouver; I was a struggling writer and had just finished my graduate work at UBC. I was walking down Robson Street when I noticed Michael sitting at a cafΓ©; I sat at his table, shyly introducing myself. I just wanted to meet him. I liked his acting, I boldly asked about his new movie. He said it was a new TV pilot. We chatted for a while and a gorgeous woman joined us, kissing Michael then introducing herself Ella.
Ella and Michael invited me along for supper, I grateful accepted. We went to a nearby steakhouse called Kobe. It's a place where they make a show for preparing your food Japanese style. It was great. I was charming, witty, flirtatious and a little out of control. I was totally attracted to both Michael and Ella, but I didn't think they would accept a third into their bed or their life, especially a guy like me. We emerged from the restaurant giddy and telling little stories of our childhoods.
"Shane, come over to our hotel room for a drink." Michael said huskily.