He opened his eyes to an undressing bartender whose skin glowed slightly along with the restroom's dim lighting. Jaym could have spewed his long-held confession of how he couldn't get enough of seeing Jon's honey-colored skin. Jaymson shut his eyes as Jon gently closed the restrooms door, but his hands crept down his abdomen and rubbed against his bulging warmth.
Jaym thinks about how he had liked Jon previously and how he didn't want to ruin what they had, now that he knows Jon is or was originally empty. The only thought that slipped in his mind was that Jon didn't feel the same way, or never could. Dealing with the thought of no love being reciprocated, his bulge hid away. Jaymson also thought about the blonde man that would be within his sight in the upcoming day after waking. As he began the thought, he slowly began fading away into a dream.
The dream was fuzzy and made Jaym reanimate a memory of the first time he slept with a man. Both were unpicked, unsoiled, by the night before and the morning after they held each other but knew although it was fun they really were not into the idea of a relationship for themselves the sex was awfully amazing but the personalities just didn't match up or let them feel comfortable with each other in other occasions. His first was a dark-skinned man like himself, so he felt an understanding of the prospect of a possible familiar background as they gathered at the same church growing up and even went to the same holiday gatherings friends and family had. Each time they tried talking, they felt an attraction, possibly just looks, but with conversing, each had topics they enjoyed but couldn't get into the other's enjoyments. Once they entered high school, they would try sleeping together as they began noticing the interest of physical touch they both wanted and opened up slowly about their interests.
Jaym faded out of his dream and felt a soft pounding under his warmed palm. Slowly blinked his eyes open. His view filled with Jon's well-defined chest and left shoulder. Noticing Jon's eyes are still closed, Jaym left his palm where it was and felt the need to grasp onto the moment as it may be the last he gets to have with his longest crush.
Approximately thirty minutes passed, and Jon woke up as well. Jon shifted his head to view Jaym and smiled as he noticed him gazing over his chest. "You know, I might get shy around you," Jon stated in a low voice.
"You're awake. Good morning, handsome." Jaym retracted his hand and rolled onto his side. "I was thinking about making food, but well, you know what happened last time. Want me to pick up something outside?" Jaym rolled his eyes, remembering the past cooking experience that had almost burnt the entire kitchen.
"No, no worries. I can cook for you. Feeling some coffee too?" Jon rubbed Jaym's arm as he got ready to roll out of the bed.
"If you want some, yes would be good to start our day with some caffeine." Jaym's chuckled.
Their brunch began at the start of their day. The conversation was always light-hearted, with only positive vibes that could make the room feel so green and filled with imaginative flower blossoms.
Anyone that ever watched the two at the bar could have sworn they were already together, but Jaym never realized the feelings Jon grew over the years. Though Jon did not push his feelings into a conversation or pour it out onto Jaym, mainly because Jaym was up in the clouds, being hopeful for someone else. Though the two were just comfortable, Jon only wanted this special man, usually in front of him, happy and full of positivity througout his life.