A bit after 7am David woke and kissing me lightly on the forehead got out of bed and went to take a shower.
I pulled my clothes on and went out to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and a spot of breakfast. I was not surprised to find his cupboards and refrigerator were fairly empty but managed to find the makings for buttered toast. David came out of the bedroom, his hair still damp, wrapped in a robe and nothing else. I gestured for him to take a seat at the small dining table and put a plate of toast in front of him and poured him coffee.
"My, isn't this domestic?" he laughed.
"If you had more than a mouse's worth of food in the house I would have made you something more elaborate," I smiled back, "I am an expert omelette maker."
I waited until he had finished a piece of toast and his coffee, and watched him pour another cup before I continued, "I have been giving us a lot of thought. And I think maybe it's time we moved this to a new level."
He arched his eyebrow over his cup, but said nothing.
"I had a talk with an ex and I was told that my jealousy and possessiveness can be a bit overwhelming and I can see why you have been so reluctant to trust me," I took a deep breath, "and anyway, I think we might benefit from couple's therapy."
David set his cup down, and ran his hands through his hair, "we are many things, John, but I don't think we're really a couple."
I don't know what I expected him to say but that was definitely not it.
"I have to get going," he drained his coffee and stood up, "I am due at the studio in a bit." With that he went into his room to get dressed.
I followed him in, "if we aren't a couple, then what are we?"
"I don't know exactly. But the only time you and I aren't fighting is when we're fucking, that doesn't fit my definition of a couple," he pulled on a pair of jeans then sat on the edge of the bed to put on his socks.
"I'll grant you that," I sat down next to him on the bed, "but that's why I think we need counselling. I think we can be more than just lovers."
"Do you?" He laced up his shoes and stood up.
"You don't?"
He chose a shirt from his closet, and slipped his arms into the sleeves, but stopped before buttoning it, choosing his words carefully, "I meant what I said last night, if we can get past the bullshit we would stand a chance. But history has shown we can't, or haven't yet. I don't know which."
I was at a loss for words, as he bent to button his shirt and slipped on a jacket. It was when he turned to leave the room I finally found my voice, "David, I know I haven't been able to make you happy lately. But I really want to try to change that. I want this to be more than just sex, I want a future with you."
He stopped and turned back to me, a wistful smile on his face, "that would be something."
I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist, "I'm willing to get professional help to keep me from screwing this up but I need to know if you are willing to stay with me for the long haul."
Before he could answer his mobile rang, and he stepped into the other room to take the call. A few minutes later he came back into the room, "they called off filming today, they have no power due to a blown transformer."
I smiled, "and now you have a free day?"
"It would appear so," David smiled back, "so...would you like to spend the day together?"
I nodded and pulling him close to me began to kiss his neck.
David chuckled deep in his throat, "I was just going to ask what you wanted to do..."
I laughed and slipped his arms out of his jacket, then started to slowly unbutton his shirt, kissing my way down his chest as each one opened the fabric further. When I got to his stomach he took a shuddering breath and leaned against the wall to steady himself.
I started to undo his belt but he pushed me back from him and took me by the chin bringing me to my feet. Once I was upright he laced his fingers into my hair and kissed me hard. Then he took my lower lip in his teeth and bit down gently, but enough to make the feeling on his sharp teeth on my sensitive skin send sparks throughout my body.
Pushing against the wall David lifted up, wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I put my hands on his ass and pulling him in tight, I angled myself so my erection rubbed against the inside of his leg, teasing him by nearly making contact with his cock but stopping short.
After a bit of this I slid my hands up to the small of his back and carried him to the bed. Trying not to notice how light he felt in my arms, but even in my arousal it occurred to me he was losing weight again.
I slipped his shirt off and in the light of day could easily see his ribs and collar bone in sharp relief, I covered my gasp of dismay with a quick kiss to his chest, determined not to break the mood.
As I reached for his belt I realised he had gone totally quiet. I glanced up at his face; he was watching me with a completely unreadable expression. Then he sat up and wrapping his long arms around me pulled me down to lay on top of him, his nails digging into my shoulders as he locked his lips on mine. I held as much of my weight off of his as I could, afraid in his fragile state I would break him.
David slid his hands down my back and reaching inside my jeans lightly raked his fingers along my ass making me grow even harder as he slipped two of his long fingers into me slowly. I moaned against his mouth, as he wrapped his legs around mine, and ground his hips into me and moved his fingers in and out of me at the same time.
I was too close to climaxing before I even got undressed, so I rolled off of him, disengaging us and quickly peeled off my clothes, then with a tug I pulled David's jeans down and off of him, and reaching into the bed stand grabbed the lube, slathered some on and with a growl threw myself on top of him nipping at the tender flesh of his neck where it met the shoulder. I lifted his hips off the bed, and rising to my feet, pulled his ass to me and drove myself into him.
David arched his back, grabbing the sheets at my entry; I pulled almost all the way out, just the head still inside him and then rushed back in. I lifted him further off the bed, until he was almost bent backwards, his legs thrown over my shoulders; my hands clutched his hips hard as picked up my pace.
I could feel my orgasm building but I didn't want to come just yet so without disengaging us I moved him to laying face down on the edge of the bed, half kneeling behind him, I reached around and took him into my spit moistened hand and pumped him in time with my thrusts. He bit down on the sheets as he came with a sharp breath and a sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck bristle. It almost sounded like he was in pain, but he made no move to stop me as I bucked into him harder with each frenzied thrust and soon emptied myself into him.
As soon as I was able to catch my breath I slid out of him and rolled over onto my back on the edge of the bed next to him. After a bit, David shifted to where he was completely on the bed, and moved to lie on his side facing towards me his eyes closed and his breathing still very fast. I sat up and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, and then gathered him in my arms laid down on my back draping him across my chest.
"What do you want to do the rest of the day?" he finally asked, still sounding out of breath.
