Chapter Forty -- In Love With A Time Traveler
Maddox's lips on his were maddeningly sweet. How could he stay away from this? The memories would never be enough. The last chords of the song died down, and only then Maddox pulled away from him. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"
Jonathan rolled his eyes in an effort to regain some self-control. "You're the one who's beautiful, and, by the way, romantic songs and all, that's a bit--"
"True. It's true."
Would Maddox think the same once he was covered in shame once more? It wasn't only because of that, but also because of how he had reacted to it all, how he couldn't cope with it and how he brought all the complications that came with someone who only thought of how to hide away from the world only so that he stopped hurting.
It was too much to expect Maddox to know and understand, no matter how much of an amazing person he was. He wouldn't force his damaged fragile self upon him like that. But he could do something. He could make some new memories and leave the door ajar.
"You're thinking," Maddox pointed out and pushed Jonathan's hair away from his forehead so that they could stare into each other's eyes. "You're thinking of something you don't know whether you should tell me or not."
He looked away.
"It's all right," Maddox said softly and cupped his cheek. "Things have been kind of rocky between us lately. I can wait for you to trust me again, I promise."
Such keen words coming from such a keen person. Jonathan felt that he could never get enough as he reached for Maddox and pulled him into his arms. If he swallowed him whole, it wouldn't be enough. His hands searched for warm skin to touch.
Maddox laughed at his desperate attempts to get under his t-shirt and pushed him away playfully, but only so that he could pull his t-shirt over his head and chuck it on the floor. The way he moved was killing Jonathan inside. Were men supposed to be this graceful? Maddox moved with a fluidity that belied the fact his body was packed with hard muscles everywhere.
The smile on his face only served to hurt Jonathan more. He closed the distance between them, hungry for Maddox, and for the illusion that everything was fine granted by merely closing his eyes.
"Someone's horny," Maddox drawled and chuckled.
"Your fault," Jonathan replied and let his hands roam over Maddox's beautiful chest. His fingers curled around the manly hair and tugged, making Maddox hiss.
"Well, as much as I enjoy watching you simp over me, I'd rather take this to the bed."
Jonathan didn't have time to protest as Maddox grabbed his waist, kissed him short and wild and with a lot of tongue. The next thing he knew he was on his back on the bed and Maddox was on top of him, busily devouring his lips, especially the bottom one.
"Oh God," he whispered.
Maddox chuckled against his open mouth. "Not the big guy, I'm afraid. But I appreciate the thought."
Jonathan took hold of Maddox's messy hair so that he could stare at his pretty face again. "I love you, you know that?"
"Feel free to tell me that to my face a couple of times, you know, just so that I understand. Spell it out for me, 'cause I'm a bit thick-headed."
Jonathan snorted. "No, you just like making fun of me."
"Hey," Maddox called gently while hovering over him. "It's nice hearing you say it. I mean, the note was nice, too, but some things--"
"Some things need to be said in person, right?" Jonathan stole the words from Maddox's lips. If only he weren't such a big coward. But, as he lay there, completely unable to resist Maddox's sensual attack, he understood that for anything to work, he needed to do it his way. It was self-preservation and nothing more. But Maddox deserved the truth.
He brushed his thumb across Maddox's mouth and was rewarded with a hooded look. Maddox pushed out his tongue and caressed his thumb; Jonathan shivered at the velvety sensation. It was enough to earn a mischievous glint in the adorable grey eyes. His thumb was sucked gently into a wet warm cavern, and that simple thing was enough to make him moan in desire.
"I want more," he declared and wrapped one arm around Maddox's neck, while using his free hand to play with the hair on the other's chest. "I want all of you."
"Happy to oblige," Maddox said courteously. "The only problem is... you're overdressed, my man."
Jonathan laughed softly and tried to get out of his sweater. From that position, his attempts to do so were completely thwarted, there was no other choice for him than to drop back on the bed with a groan. Maddox drew a long wet line across his jawline, while his hands snuck under the sweater and struggled with the buttons of his shirt.
"We're going about this the wrong way, you know?" Jonathan felt compelled to point out. "I cannot undress as long as you keep me prisoner under you, and you want me out of my shirt before I'm out of my sweater."
"It's very difficult to keep my head on my shoulders when I have you under me like this. Hence this whole confusion," Maddox said brightly.
Jonathan didn't believe a word of it, but it was all in good fun. While they were both laughing, Maddox managed to pull his sweater over his head and then unbuttoned the dress shirt. From there, it was easy to reach under his undershirt and tease his nipples. Jonathan grunted at the direct attack.
"Ah, don't tell me you're a cry baby," Maddox scolded him playfully. "You've been ripping out my chest hair for like the last ten minutes."
"Sorry," Jonathan said quickly. "I wasn't aware I was doing that." He pulled his hand away, as it seemed as if he couldn't keep it very far from Maddox's sexy chest if it killed him.
"No worries. As long as I'm yours again, you can rip all the hair from my body."
"I wouldn't do that. You're too sexy like this," Jonathan whispered.
Maddox offered him a lopsided grin. "Yeah, I've noticed that you get kind of wild when you see me naked."
"Full of yourself much?" Jonathan sputtered in feigned outrage.
"So will you be soon," Maddox responded with a broad grin.
It took a while for Jonathan's addled brain, which was already soaking in a few too many endorphins, to understand what Maddox meant by that. There was no room left for interpretation as Maddox appeared to be suddenly more adept at getting him out of his pants and underwear.
Soon enough, they were in a compromising position, Maddox between his legs, Jonathan completely naked, and both panting slightly in anticipation. Maddox let his hungry eyes roam over Jonathan's body. "I told you. You're beautiful."
He'd hang on to those words for later; he would remember them when everything was blown to pieces. He pulled Maddox closer for a kiss. This night, he wanted it all, so he let go of Maddox's sweet lips and tongue, only so that he could lick his chin and then his throat. While his range of motion was still limited, he could dip his tongue into the crook of a strong shoulder and lick the fresh clean sweat gathered there.
Maddox pushed him back on the bed and laughed. Then, he reached for his belt and Jonathan's mouth went dry even before that magnificent cock sprang out in front of him. The sight alone was drool worthy.
Maddox grabbed his cock and swung it from side to side. "Missed me, Jonathan?"
