Brian
"I think we should stop," Dayne breathily said in between kisses. "Brian, we still need to talk. Hmmm." She moaned when I continued to make a trail of feather-light kisses from her lips then to her jaw and down to her neck just below her ear. I can't seem to make myself stop kissing her, smelling her and touching her. An avalanche of pent up emotions and desire for Dayne were now rushing out and consuming my entire being.
I was panting, too turned on and excited for this woman who have been filling my daytime thoughts and invading me even in my sleep, but who is now here with me in the flesh, and the fact that I am actually touching her, feeling her and loving her, spurred me into action all the more. But she was right, we needed to talk. So, I gathered all the strength that I could muster to restrain the urge to continue my sensual assault on Dayne. I rested my head on her shoulder still panting and breathing into her neck, reeling with everything that has happened which led us to this moment. My hands were wrapped around her waist, and I felt her hand run through my hair soothingly while the other was moving up and down my back.
We were inside my car, which was parked on the side of the road, where the only sound we could hear was our own labored breathing.
"Are you okay?" Dayne broke the silence as she leaned her head on top of mine and moved her hand up and down my left arm.
"Mmhmm," I hummed in reply, "Never been better," I added, too content to move and somewhat loving the companionable and comfortable silence enveloping us. But then I remembered that it was way past lunch time and we haven't had lunch yet. So, I asked her quietly, "Are you hungry?"
Dayne chuckled and answered, "I could eat a feast." I raised my head to that only to be dazzled by her beautiful smile as she shyly admitted, "The truth is, I had no appetite this morning, couldn't eat a thing."
My heart squeezed knowing that we went through the same agonizing experience just before now. "Aww, baby, I'm sorry." I hugged her tightly and she snuggled to my chest. "I Haven't eaten anything since this morning, too." I confessed. "Let's go find some place to eat then. Kissing sure is appetite stimulating, wouldn't you agree?" I put emphasis on the word appetite and my double entendre did not go unnoticed by Dayne as she groaned and a vicious blush crept on her face up to her ears even as she hid her face in her hands.
Laughter erupted from my lips as I found her shyness and embarrassment adorable. It sure felt great to be laughing again after the events that transpired this morning.
After we had lunch, we decided to go back to her apartment instead of going in the direction of her hometown. There were a lot of things that we agreed we needed to talk about which we could not possibly do with her family around. And it was clear to me that something started this morning's hiatus and that whatever it was, needs to be nipped in the bud as it certainly is a big deal if Dayne's reaction was something to go by.
The sun was still high and the weather was fairly hot it still being the mid of summer, so I turned the car's AC to full blast. Dayne fell asleep halfway through our long drive and I let her, seeing how she appeared tired and her eyes were all puffy from crying.
Something tells me that the stress of this morning's events seem to have caught up with us both, because even I was also feeling my headache making a big comeback, only now it's more vicious and already with an accompanying fever in tow. I barely managed to park properly in front of Dayne's apartment as I was by now burning with fever and chilling to the bones.
I turned to the peacefully sleeping Dayne and I would have just been content and happy to look at her while she slept but I can also see that the car seat was not the most comfortable place to sleep on and so I woke her up. "Hey," I shook her arm lightly to rouse her as my head which was now slightly turned in her direction, rested at the back of my seat. "We're here," I told her as she opened her still sleep-dazed eyes, and let them wander around the car then back at me.
She rubbed her eyes with her hands and said, "I'm sorry, I slept on you again," a slightly embarrassed smile grazed her lips. Then as if noticing for the first time, she straightened in her seat and said, "Hey, Brian, are you alright? You look all flushed and red," a look of concern replaced the smile she had on earlier as she stared onto my face.
"I feel cold," I told her as my muscles continued to spasm with chills and my teeth were likewise chattering.
I heard her gasp as she felt my neck and forehead, "Oh my gosh, you're burning Brian! Why didn't you wake me? We could have gone to the hospital." She ranted, panic evident in her eyes and in her body language.
"I just need some rest," I assured her, "And some paracetamol. It always works for me."
"Are you sure about that?" She pressed on still looking worried.
"Yes Dayne, I'm sure. On second thought, hugs and kisses would do wonders, too, with maybe even better results than paracetamol," came my quick reply which made her laugh despite the situation.
She then opened her door while she turned my way to say, "Wait here, I'll be back." Then she went out of the car, ran to my side to open my door and held out her hands for me, "Come on, big boy, let's get you inside for some paracetamol and hugs-n-kisses therapy," she told me teasingly with a wink as she helped me into her apartment.
God, I love this girl.
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Dayne
Once we entered the apartment, I ushered Brian into the living room and let him lie down on the couch, promising to be back in a flash with a tablet of paracetamol and water. When I returned with his medicine and water however, he was already out and sofly snoring. My heart went out to him.
The couch was too small and cramped for a tall guy like Brian that even I felt uncomfortable just looking at him slumped in it. So, I decided to wake him up and make him use my bed.
He was still burning up with fever when I managed to coax him and bring him to lie on the bed. I took off his shoes and socks then despite my misgivings and embarrassment, I stripped him of all his clothing until all that was left was his black underwear. I knew that wiping his body with a cold damp cloth will help bring down his temperature just like what my mom does to me whenever I had fever, and that's what I did to him for the last twenty minutes or so.
The only problem was that, as his temperature dropped with my every wipe of his body, mine was conversely heating up, and I was getting all hot and bothered.
Brian is gorgeous. His superbly fit and lean body was tight and ripped with muscles in all the right places and in the right size and proportions. My eyes couldn't help but stop and stare with amazement and admiration at his pectoral muscles, his abs, slim waste and hips. I am almost tempted to get rid of the damp cloth and let my bare hands roam his planes and curves and feel the tightness of his warm body in my hands. Wait, what?!
"Oh my gosh! How could I even think like that when Brian is sick?" I gasped as my hand went to my mouth, disgusted with myself and my wanton thoughts. "I know he's sexy and all but I shouldn't be thinking things about his body at a time like this. Ugh!" I muttered berating myself. I think I am going to be sick, I am so disgusted with myself.
"I don't mind," Brian said in a sexy raspy voice, smirking slightly, but his eyes undeniably dark with passion and desire, as I raised my head and gaped wide eyed at him upon hearing his voice. "You can touch me if you want to, Dayne. I'm all yours," he continued with quiet confidence that I was dumbfounded, unable to speak or move. "Well, do you want to?" Brian asked in his very sexy sleep-heavy voice, as his eyes pierced through mine, unwavering, challenging.
"Yes," I whispered in reply, not looking away from his smoldering gaze as if hypnotized. "I want to touch you."
And it was the truth.