Mark's point of view
Call him and tell him exactly that. It’ll be fun,” Jordan said.
I laughed and pulled my phone from my pocket with a mischievous grin.
“Put him on speaker,” he urged.
“Hey… Mark, uh, how are you?” Damon stammered, insisting on my name. It was painfully obvious he was with Rachel and trying to signal it without actually saying so.
“I’m good,” I replied. “Still in Dublin with Jord. He’s flying back tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah, he told me. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call you back last week. I was going to, but…”
“It’s fine,” I interrupted. “You were busy. I understand. Rob told me all about it.”
“Oh,” he said, clearly confused.
“Look, Dammo, I just want you to know that you can come to France with Rachel if you want. That’s totally fine. I’d love for you to come. And if she doesn’t want to go anymore, that’s fine too. Totally fine,” I added playfully.
“Uh, no. I… she… well, uh…” he muttered.
Jordan giggled beside me.
“Yeah,” I said lightly, “think about it. Totally fine. I’ve gotta run. Talk to you later.”
“Uh, okay, Mark, wait…”
“Congratulations, dude,” Jordan shouted into the phone. “When’s the party? I mean, the wedding!”
“Dammit, you guys,” Damon exclaimed with a chuckle, just before I hung up.
Jordan burst out laughing. “I still can’t believe this,” he said. “Do you reckon he’s going to go with her?”
“Yeah, I think he will. What else is he going to do?” I shrugged. “I just hope she still wants to come with me. I don’t feel like going alone anymore.”
“I’ll go with you then,” he suggested.
“No way,” I said. “You’re just going to embarrass me.”
“I’m the one who tracked him down,” he protested.
I laughed as my phone rang again. Damon was calling back immediately.
“What was that about?” he asked when I answered.
“I don’t know,” I replied, feigning innocence. “You tell me.”
He was silent for a few seconds.
“Fine,” he said at last. “So, yeah. Okay. I’ll come with Rachel if that’s okay.”
“That’s okay,” I confirmed.
Jordan smiled and pulled his phone out of his jacket. “Hey, that’s cool. We should all go,” he said as he waited for the call to connect. “Now Rob’s going to feel left out.”
After a few seconds, he spoke into the phone.
“Dude, you’re going to France tomorrow with Damon and Rach. Start packing.”
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A couple of days later, we were soaking up the September sun on a beach in Arcachon, along the Atlantic coast.
I walked out of the water shortly after Rachel and headed back to our towels on the sand. She was already stretched out on her back, working on her tan. I grabbed a towel, dried myself off a little, then sat down beside her.
“I think we should go to the Dune of Pilat tomorrow. It looks beautiful,” she said.
“Yeah, sure. How far is it?” I asked.
“Not far at all. Maybe an hour’s drive.”
I slipped on my sunglasses and watched Damon and Dylan playing beach volleyball with a group of French guys not far from us. They were getting absolutely destroyed. I laughed when Damon jumped for the ball as it sailed over the net, missed it completely, and landed face first in the sand.
Rachel lifted her head slightly. “What’s funny?”
“You missed it.”
“Damn. Too bad.”
I kept watching them for a moment before speaking again.
“So… are you ever going to talk to me about him?”
She cracked one eye open, glanced at me, then lifted her head to look over at Damon.
“No,” she said simply, then laid her head back down and closed her eyes again.
I giggled. “Fine. Then I’ll ask Jordan. I’m sure Dammo tells him everything.”
I lay back on my towel, fully aware she would hate that idea.
“Okay,” she said, sitting up immediately. “What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. Everything,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows. “How, when… how many times?” I added with a grin.
She let out a self-conscious laugh. “I am not having this conversation with you.”
“Oh, are you not?” I exclaimed. “You have always made me listen to every single one of your hookup stories, and now that it’s Damon, you’re suddenly not telling me anything? Are you serious?”
“Yes. I’m serious,” she said, smiling.
“Come on,” I begged.
She smiled again and watched him for a moment. Then she sighed and turned back to me.
“Mark, I have no idea what I’m doing. Seriously. I feel so confused.”
I nodded slightly and bit my lower lip. “I’m pretty sure I can help you figure it out.”
“I’m trying really hard to analyze my feelings, but I can’t,” she said with a small shrug. “All I know is that it just feels right.”
She turned her head to look at him again.
“He’s not just some guy I can walk away from before it gets too serious. What if I realize it’s not going to work out? Or that I’m not in love with him?” She hesitated. “It scares me. I don’t want it to be short lived and end up ruining our friendship.”
“Why wouldn’t it work out?” I asked.
“I don’t know. We’ve only just started dating.”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “It’s not like you’ve known the guy for twenty years.”
She chuckled.
“Come on,” I said with a laugh. “You’ve basically been dating for years. You just weren’t having sex.”
She shook her head, smiling.
“Have you had sex?” I asked playfully.
“Shut up!”
“Seriously? Nothing? You’re not going to give me anything?” I teased.
She pursed her lips. I pressed again playfully. “Was it weird? Were you disappointed?”
She threw her head back and laughed. Then she looked at me with a soft, cute smile. “No, it wasn’t weird. That’s the thing. I thought it would be really weird to be with him… but it really wasn’t. It isn’t.”
I nodded knowingly. “Let me guess… you love the time you spend with him even more now, and when you’re not with him, you can’t wait to be. But then when you think back to the… amazing sex, it kind of freaks you out and you can’t really wrap your head around it… but you still want to do it again because you loved every second.”
She smirked. “Is that how you felt with Rob?”
“Of course,” I said. “And the fact that he made me question my sexuality didn’t make it any easier. I mean, he was a guy and he was my best friend. It was never weird or awkward when we were together, but it did take me a while to come to terms with my feelings… and with being gay, and all that.”
“How long did it last?” she asked.
“I don’t remember exactly. Up until I told you about it, for sure… yeah, a few months. But it goes away after a while,” I reassured her.
“Does it?” she asked, sceptical.
“It does. You’ll stop thinking of him as just a friend. You’ll forget that you used to be just friends. I promise. And eventually, you won’t even remember what it was like before.”
She nodded slowly. “He’s great. I’ve always loved him, but I don’t know… our relationship has always been about laughing, messing around, and talking about relationships. He knows everything… he knows more than you do!” she exclaimed.
“Does he? You mean I didn’t get all the juicy details? What more could you have told him?” I asked, grinning.
She giggled and shrugged lightly. “There are a couple of guys I never talked to you about.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“You wouldn’t have liked them. You never like the guys I date.”
“That’s because they’re never good enough for you,” I said.
She smiled. “Yeah. So these two, you definitely wouldn’t have liked them.”
“Well, I happen to like Damon.”
“Me too,” she said with a grin. “Honestly, I never thought I’d have romantic feelings for him. I see him completely differently. I’ve always thought he was good-looking, but I didn’t think of him that way… I don’t know what’s happening, but I can’t stop smiling!”
“Aw, that’s awesome. I’m glad you finally both realized there was more than friendship there.”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “Who am I gonna talk to about my boyfriend now, if Damon’s my boyfriend, huh?”
“I volunteer,” I said, raising my arm just as Jordan ran back up to us. He bent over on top of her and shook his wet hair out with his fingers to fling off the excess water.
“Oh, stop it, you dumbass!” Rachel laughed.
“What did I miss?” he asked as he plopped down on the sand. “From where I was standing, your conversation looked very interesting.”
“You didn’t miss anything. I was just telling Mark all about Dammo and me having sex,” she joked.
He smirked at me. “Interesting indeed. I hope you weren’t offended when she told you he was way better than you.”
I raised my eyebrows. “That’s not possible. I was the first one. I set the bar really high.”
“Yeah, now I have ridiculously high standards. Thanks a lot,” she said with mock indignation.
“Is that your plan, though?” Jordan asked, grinning at her. “To have sex with all of your friends?”
She gasped. “Shut up!”
“Am I next?” he winked flirtatiously.
She burst out laughing and threw sand at him. “I will never, ever have sex with you. That’s a promise.”
“Never say never,” he teased.
“Ne-ver,” she emphasized. “I’ll have sex with Rob before I have sex with you!”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” I said, laughing, and ran back toward the water.
“Don’t you leave me alone with him!” she yelled, chasing after me while Jordan tried, and failed, to catch her.
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Over the next few days, we took advantage of the warm weather to do some sightseeing while knowing that the time was coming for me to meet my biological father. As promised, Rachel came with me.
We first met at a restaurant over lunch. I did not know what to expect. I was not holding my breath for a life-changing revelation. I could not say I was desperately searching for a sense of identity from a father I had never known. As much as I resented James for making my childhood difficult, I could not say I had grown up without a father figure. I was not trying to fill a hole, but it was intriguing to see where the other half of me came from, to figure out who I really was, and to meet the person whose features mirrored my own.
I hoped meeting him might have a positive impact on my life and even on my relationship with my mother. He was not angry at her. On the contrary, he was grateful that she had not disrupted his life by telling him about me sooner. Talking with him helped me realize I had to stop being so hard on my mother. She was just twenty-five at the time and had to make the impossible decision of keeping her baby, no matter the consequences it might have on her marriage.
Although he was a stranger to me and I was a stranger to him, that did not stop us from feeling a surge of emotion when we stood face to face. We both welled up a little. It was awkward and intimidating at first, but thankfully there was no language barrier and he was an outgoing person who immediately put me at ease.
A couple of days later, he invited all of us over for a barbecue. I met his wife and children and discovered I had a whole other family, a half-brother and a half-sister I had never known. It already felt like they were welcoming me completely into their lives. I did not expect any of them to go out of their way to recognize that I was there, but they did, and it felt good to know we would probably maintain some sort of relationship. We had already made plans to see each other again.
Even though Rob was not there and they had not actually seen me with him, they had no problem accepting the fact that I was gay. That was in contrast to my own family. Apart from Amy, they had not exactly been supportive. My brother Thomas had only been pretending to be, and my mother could not even say the words gay or homosexual in front of me. She could only use the word different. She had always thought I was different, she said.
Thomas had been raised with everything his father had taught him. A man had to be strong and virile, being in touch with your feminine side was wrong, anything artistic was weird and pointless, and being gay was abnormal. He had grown up with all these codes around him, and in a way, I had too. However, I had also spent a lot of time at Rob’s, where I could really be myself. With his parents, every hobby was encouraged. It was okay to be artistic, to talk about your feelings, to have flaws and weaknesses. It was okay to cry.
As a kid, I had honestly had no idea that I was gay, but I did feel different and unable to conform to my parents’ expectations. If it had not been for Rob’s, God knows how much harder it would have been for me to come to terms with who I really was.
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After meeting my father, we stayed in France and went on a road trip along the Mediterranean coast. We spent a few days in Montpellier, Nîmes, and Marseille. Then we went to Fréjus, where I used to spend the summers with my family.
We had been staying in Saint-Tropez for a week when Rob sent me a message on WhatsApp one evening. It was not unusual because we texted almost every day. He would tell me about what he was up to, and I would tell him about our trip and send him a few pictures.
“Hey, what were you up to today?”
“We ate at that three Michelin starred restaurant, La Vague d’Or, I was telling you about. It was supposed to be full, but they got us a table. Totally worth trying to get one. Then the afternoon at the beach. You?”
“Cool. What was the menu like?”
I sent him a few pictures we had taken of the dishes.
“Wow, looks beautiful.”
“It was. We almost did not dare to touch it.”
“I have something special to share with you today.”
“What is it?”
“I collaborated with Sam Smith while he was recording here in LA. We wrote a song together that will be on his new album. And he helped me write one that I hope will be on the record. Take a listen. I love you.”
“Alright. I’m guessing the lyrics are meant for me?”
“Just take a listen and take your time.”
I smiled. I was surprised to read that he had gotten back into the studio. I had not expected him to do that. It was so comforting to know that he wanted to write music again and that he had actually done it.
I pulled my headphones out of my iPod, plugged them into my phone, and made myself comfortable on the bed. I was not sure what to expect, but knowing the kind of music Sam Smith wrote, I was fairly certain the song he had written with him would be a love song, and I would probably end up with tears welling in my eyes by the end of it.
The first one was titled "Lay Me Down ". As soon as the first note played, I felt it in my chest. A wave of emotion hit me. His voice wrapped around me, warm and raw, and the words he sang made my skin tingle. Goosebumps ran down my arms and a shiver ran through me. I had to close my eyes to really take it in.
I listened again. Damn, his voice, his gorgeous voice. There was a passion in every word, a weight behind each note that carried the song. I could tell it had a double meaning, a private layer meant for us, but focusing on the message that he was missing me... I could barely keep myself from crying.
I switched to the second song that he’d titled "Magic" and it hit me even harder. This one was completely different. The first sounded like Sam Smith, polished and flawless. This one was him, all him. Every note carried his style, his sound, our sound, and it left me breathless. The lyrics landed in my heart like a soft, relentless storm, and I could not hold back the tears. I kept replaying it, over and over. Each time, it struck me anew. It was the kind of song that grew stronger the more you listened to it, the kind of song that never loses its pull.
There was a level of honesty in this song and I could tell he had really challenged himself. Listening to it, I felt the past few months crystalize into something powerful and beautiful. Suddenly I knew. This was the direction we needed for our next record. We could take everything we had been through, everything we had felt, and pour it into new songs together.
I stayed there, headphones on, tears quietly falling, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a surge of hope.
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A while later, Rachel walked back into my room after I had told her to listen to the songs. I had been scrolling through the fan reactions to a picture I had just posted on Instagram of Rob and me as kids. I had found it while going through photo albums with Amy and immediately thought our fans would love to see it. It was also my way of telling him publicly that I loved the songs, that I loved him, and that I wanted people to know.
I was about to drift off to sleep when she jumped onto the bed, grabbed my arm, and shook me.
"Oh my god, Mark, why aren’t you packing yet? Get on the plane!"
I opened my eyes and rubbed them wearily.
“I loved that you shared the picture,” she said. "People are absolutely loving it."
"Yeah, I know," I agreed. "So, do you think I should go?" I asked with a smile I could not wipe off my face, already knowing the answer.
Rachel flopped down beside me, her eyes sparkling. "Of course. I mean, did you hear those songs?"
"Yeah, I did," I said, feeling a rush of emotion.
"Lay Me Down? I swear, I was nearly in tears myself. Those lyrics, his voice, it just… it grabs you, Mark. And the second one, the one you said is all him, your sound? I cannot even. I am not exaggerating. I had goosebumps listening to it. It is so real, so raw. You can feel every word he is singing just for you."
I laughed softly, my chest tightening.
"He did what you asked him to do and now he’s back to his normal self, Mark. He is writing music, he is pouring everything into it, and it is all for you. Look at these lyrics. They are beautiful. I am so jealous," she said with a grin. "Just go. Go be with him."
I did not need much convincing. I had already decided to go, and the thought of being with him sooner than planned made my whole body tingle with anticipation.
"I want to, but he still has to stay for a couple more weeks," I said.
"So what? You are allowed to stay there with him. Surprise him!"
"You don’t mind?" I asked, knowing she’ll say no, though I felt I had to ask because it meant cutting the vacation short. We had planned to stay a bit longer and leave for Monaco a couple of days later.
"Get on the plane!" she yelled enthusiastically.
I laughed. "Alright, alright, you don’t need to yell," I joked.
I wondered what to send to Rob. I did not want him to know I was about to join him in L.A. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I kept quiet. Instead, I just sent him this:
"Check your Insta. I listened to the songs and… babe, I don’t even know what to say, but I’m in tears. Your voice, the lyrics, everything… I love you so much and I am so proud of you. Thank you for doing this for us, I needed this, and I need you, more than you can imagine"
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When I told Jordan and Dylan that I wanted to leave in the morning to go to L.A., they obviously had no objection. They chose to stay in France and finish the road trip without me, so I got on a flight to Paris and, the following day, took a direct flight to Los Angeles.
I would normally sleep easily on flights to pass the time, but on this one, I could not. I was too excited. By the time I landed at LAX around noon, I was already feeling a bit jetlagged. It was the worst part of traveling, but being an experienced traveler, I knew how to manage my body clock. Thankfully, traveling west made it easier to adjust. Traveling east always hit me a lot harder.
As eager as I was to see Rob, I first checked into a hotel not far from the center of Malibu to recuperate a little. I took a short nap, then showered to wash off the flight grime and force myself awake. A walk outside always gave me a second wind on long travel days. After grabbing something to eat, I headed to “Promises” that evening.
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I stood alone in the middle of his room. I resisted the temptation to look around too much, but simply being surrounded by his things gave me an immediate sense of comfort. Everything felt familiar, and I relaxed almost instantly.
I sat down on the couch, unsure of how long I would have to wait. The woman who had let me in had told me she would make sure he was sent back to his room soon, so I knew it would not be long. The knowing smile on her face had said it all. She knew who I was, why I was there, and she clearly wanted to help.
The thought of seeing him again made my stomach flutter. I wondered if he would seem different. I imagined him calmer, more at peace with himself, healthier.
Restless and unable to sit still, I stood up and wandered over to the bookshelves. I ran my fingertips along the spines, noticing that they were all classics. I had read at least half of them. I nearly picked one I didn’t know, but I stopped myself, knowing I would never be able to focus.
I returned to the couch and pulled out my phone, scrolling mindlessly through Twitter for a moment before instinctively opening Rob’s Instagram. I needed to see him before actually seeing him. I went through his photos slowly, studying his face like a fan would. For weeks, like everyone else, the only way I had been able to see him was through pictures and videos. When I thought about him, I sometimes struggled to remember the smallest details of his face.
It was more than time for us to see each other again.
As much as I wanted him to be himself in private, I admired his public persona just as much as everyone else did. I loved the way he carried himself with confidence and the image he presented to the world. I liked that he used social media smartly, not to stroke his ego or get compliments on his looks, but to promote something meaningful or share a message, often to empower young people. We all tried to do that.
He had this rare ability to inspire people, and our fans admired him for many reasons. He was cool, charming, and funny, yet there was a mysterious side to him that made him even more appealing. He was both the guy next door you could easily hang out with and the untouchable artist you could not get close to.
His voice was strong, yet sweet and musical, and I loved the way he sang our songs with conviction, charisma, and emotion, making them ten times better when we performed them live.
He did give off a gay vibe, as our fans would say, because he looked so hot in all of his reels and posts. But as a gay artist, he did not fit into any stereotypes, and neither did I. We were neither effeminate nor hypermasculine, and we had no intention of changing that. We liked that we could appeal to all kinds of people, no matter their age, gender, or sexuality, and that people could easily relate to us.
After a moment, I started scrolling through a few reels we had posted on the band's page and felt a rush of admiration and longing. One showed him walking onto a stage, hoodie over his head, and then dropping it mid-song to reveal a perfectly casual, effortless style that made the crowd go wild. He moved across the stage like he owned it without even trying, flashing that mischievous smile that made everyone fall in love instantly.
Another reel showed him leaning against the wall backstage, hoodie zipped halfway, guitar strap slung over his shoulder. He was scrolling through his phone, looking annoyed, then noticed the camera and gave this exasperated sigh, followed by a crooked grin. He muttered something under his breath, shrugged, and shrugged again at the camera, like “what can you do?” It was casual, effortless, and so him, funny, real, and hot at the same time.
Another funny one that still made me grin. He was walking down a street with a huge coffee in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other, clearly struggling, and he looked straight at the camera with that overdramatic “I’ve got this under control” face. The way he tipped the coffee cup and somehow saved it without spilling a drop made me laugh out loud.
The last one I watched, Rob was softly singing one of our songs. His voice was rich, warm, and full of feeling, each note perfectly controlled. He closed his eyes as he hit a high note, and his jawline caught the light just right. He wasn’t performing for anyone, he was completely himself, but the way he moved, swaying slightly to the rhythm, made him look beautiful. Every little smile, every tilt of his head, every playful glance toward the camera... He was gorgeous, charismatic, and so damn charming it was almost unfair.
At one point, he leaned forward slightly, running a hand through his hair, and hummed a line with such softness and intensity that I felt like he was singing directly to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. I wanted to be there, to hear it live, to watch him laugh afterward, to catch that wink that made my heart skip a beat every single time.
It was all these moments, the laughter, the tenderness, the love, that made me miss him so damn much. I watched a few more reels, smiling, but eventually I stopped because it was making me even more eager and nervous to see him. I tossed my phone aside and sank into the cushions of the couch. The long, torturous wait ended only a few minutes later when I heard the door open.
I sat up and watched him walk in. My lips curved into a small, nervous smile, but I could not look away. He looked incredible, and he kind of took my breath away. He was tanned, his hair shorter, fit, the angles of his face sharper, healthier, calmer than I had seen him in a long time and it just felt so good to see him.
He was taken aback when he saw me. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he was having trouble.
"Hi," I said, smiling, and stood up, stepping closer to him.
When his eyes met mine, he gave me that faint, almost shy smile that made my stomach flip. I realized I had missed him far more than I had been willing to admit, and just seeing him standing there in front of me made my throat tighten.
He moved toward me, still a little stunned, his smile lighting up his face. Unable to hold back, I closed the distance between us. When we finally reached each other, all the weeks apart, all the messages, the calls, the songs, everything poured into a single, trembling hug that made the rest of the world disappear.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders and back, and his hands found my hips without thinking. When I held him closer, he answered immediately, arms locking around me just as tight, like he’d been waiting for permission. I pressed my face into his neck, inhaling the familiar warmth and scent I had missed so much, feeling the steady beat of his heart against mine as he held on and didn’t let go.
"I can’t believe you’re here," he whispered, his voice trembling. He hugged me tighter. "We said…"
"I know what we said," I murmured, "but I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t be without you any longer."
Neither of us let go.
"I can’t believe you’re here," he repeated, overwhelmed with joy.
I smiled, just as happy to feel him so close.
"I’m here," I whispered back.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, holding each other, letting the weeks of distance and longing melt away. His cheek pressed to mine, eyes closed as if trying to memorize the feel of me. I whispered his name, and he smiled softly against my skin, whispering mine back.
He exhaled deeply, keeping me close. "It’s so good to hold you again," he murmured, a sigh of satisfaction escaping him. "My god, baby, it is just so good to hold you."
"Same, I’ve missed you so damn much," I whispered back. "More than I can even say."
I let out a long sigh, I could not let go. We could not let go of each other.
"God, this feels so good, finally," he whispered, his voice low and warm. "I never want to let go."
"You don’t have to," I murmured. "I’m not going anywhere."
Eventually, I pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes mirrored mine, moist, overflowing with love and I realized this was a moment I was going to remember forever. I could feel his breath on my face, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss him again. It felt like stepping off a cliff, and I was more than ready.
I gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and he smiled.
I felt my eyes close as he leaned forward and I pushed my lips against his. As we began kissing, what I felt was pure, raw, emotion, and it felt wonderful. The kiss was intense, and everything I had imagined, every emotion we had held back pouring into that single moment.
My arms wrapped around his back, holding him tight, while his hands cupped the sides of my head, grounding me. When he parted my lips slightly, his tongue slid inside, and I drew him closer, pressing every inch of my body to his.
All at once, I remembered every detail about him, the warmth of his skin, the subtle scent he always carried, the taste of him, the softness and strength of his touch. My grip tightened instinctively, and I realized that this was perhaps the most powerful, intimate kiss we had ever shared, a kiss that held weeks of longing, love, and desire.
We stayed locked together, kissing slowly but passionately, our hands exploring, savoring each other.
"Oh god, I missed you so much," he mumbled against my lips. "It is so good to have you back. I need you so badly."
I trailed kisses down to his neck, feeling the tension of the weeks apart melt away with every touch. Amid the passion, There was a sudden ache of regret for the time we had lost.
"We should probably talk first," I murmured.
"Yes, we should," he agreed softly, but my lips found his again, refusing to stay away and we kissed some more, slowly, smiling into the kiss, neither of us wanted to rush a single second.
Eventually, his lips left mine and he began placing soft kisses on my neck. His hands slid down to my lower back and then up to my back under my t-shirt.
"When did you get here?" he mumbled.
"This morning," I answered.
"But you…" he began saying, a bit confused as he probably realized that I had made something up when I had last texted him. "Oh forget it…"
He pushed his tongue inside my mouth again. A wave of lust rolled over me and my cock stiffened.
"Oh baby,” I panted, “take me to the bedroom."
"Yes," he responded passionately and continued kissing me.
He began walking backward toward the bedroom, not letting go of me. We started undressing. He pulled my t-shirt off and ran his fingers along my chest.
“Damn, you’re tan as fuck,” he said, even though he was too. As usual, mine was darker.
I grinned. “Indian summer in France.”
He smiled, his gaze drifting down my chest with open desire. His hands moved over my pecs and abs, slow and appreciative, and he didn’t even try to hide how much he liked what he saw as his fingers started to work at the button of my jeans.
Watching him take me in like that made me suddenly aware of what I was missing. The new detail he had told only me about. I slid my hands under his T shirt, and he helped me pull it over his head, tossing it aside as we moved closer to the bed.
The short hair on his torso made him look even hotter, more grounded, more masculine. I ran my fingers over his chest, exploring him, and he felt different somehow. Familiar, yet new. Almost like another version of him. That difference sent a quiet thrill through me, its own kind of excitement, and made my heart race all over again.
Quietly, we moved onto the bed. I breathed out a long sigh as settled my body on top of his and we resumed kissing. It had been so long since we'd had full body contact with each other, it felt sexy as hell. I didn't know if it was because we hadn't been with each other for a long time, but the level of intensity as we kissed felt different. It wasn't that there was less passion so much as there was a growing relaxation in being together, and a desire to be even more intimate.
We stayed like that for long moments, touching, breathing, savoring the pleasure of simply being together. Neither of us spoke. There was no need. Everything we were feeling passed between us without words.
Then, I stopped kissing him and slid my body down a little. I let my tongue travel down his stomach, past his belly button to where his jeans began. I brushed my nose against the tiny hairs on his stomach before I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down so that he could kick them off. There was a sizable bulge in his boxer briefs and the tip of his cock was snaking out of the top of them. I pressed my tongue against it and he moaned.
I pulled down his boxers and found what I had been desperately missing for weeks. His long, gorgeous cock was at full attention, and I wasted no time in devouring it. I pulled down his foreskin and wrapped my lips just around the head. I traced it over and over with my tongue, causing him to give a slight grunt. I first licked the precum oozing out and my tongue found the slit in his penis, and wiggled it open. He trembled when he felt that, and I heard his breathing quicken.
"Oh god, feels so good, I missed this so much," he moaned.
He brought his hands to my head and softly started running his fingers through my hair as I began to take more of his cock inside my mouth. I told myself not to gag as I took it down to its base, feeling his pubes tickle my face and smelling him. He smelled great and as always; it was driving me wild. I was dizzy with excitement and I had to resist the temptation to move my lips down to his balls in order to enjoy the total concentration on his cock.
Slowly, he began fucking my face, and then he moved a bit faster, and he was a bit rougher, which I loved. The head of his cock hit the back of my mouth with each thrust. I let out a few stifled groans of absolute pleasure as his cock head pushed down my throat.
"Ohhh!" he moaned. "I'm not going to last if you keep this up."
I pulled my mouth off his cock and slid my body back up to kiss him again. I did for a few seconds and then I spoke,
"Good, I don't want you to." I licked his lips, horny as hell. “I want you to cum. Give me all you got, I want you so much."
"Oh, fuck, baby," he breathed as he grasped my face for another kiss, our mouths and tongues attacked each other with ferocity.
Then, I swallowed his cock again but soon moved down to his balls, taking them one at a time into my mouth. I pulled his legs apart a little more and licked the inside of his thighs, pushing my face into his tight scrotum.
I almost raised his ass to let my tongue move down his crack, to his hole, but instead, my hands grasped his perfectly tight ass and my tongue ran up his erection. I gripped his cheeks and used my hands to push his cock inside my mouth. I relaxed and took his shaft deeper and deeper inside, until it began to slide down my throat. He began face-fucking me again, holding my head, but he wasn't too rough. I let him use my mouth, only pulling back for air a few times. I couldn't get enough of his cock and I wanted him to cum in my mouth, right where it belonged.
After a few minutes of this, I pulled my head off of his engorged penis, knowing he was getting close, but wanting to make it last a little while longer.
"I wanna suck you too," Rob called from above me, I looked up at him and smiled.
"Ok," I said. He sat up and I got off the bed quickly to take the rest of my clothes off. As I took off my jeans, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hands behind my ass cheeks, bringing my crotch close to his mouth. He ran his fingers along my raging hard on, through the fabric of my underwear and slowly pulled my cock out.
"Hey you, I’ve missed you," he said, talking to my dick.
I laughed and he gave it a few gentle strokes and slowly guided the head, wet with precum, into his mouth. It felt amazing and I watched him. He looked beautiful as he savored it. He played with the foreskin. He gently pulled it halfway down my cock head, squeezed my cock lightly and pulled the foreskin back up again. As much as I was loving what he was doing, I wanted to blow him again, I wasn't finished.
I lowered my hand to stroke him and we hopped back up on the bed, getting into a sixty-nine position, me on top of him. I quickly felt his lips circling my balls. He took my nuts in his mouth one at a time and then he grabbed my hard cock and engulfed it.
"Ohh fuck," I moaned as he pressed his hands on my butt cheeks and forced my cock inside his mouth, letting it slide down his throat a bit, he repeated the action several times and I almost was too distracted to keep blowing him. I did though, concentrating on the sensitive parts of his cock.
Only a moment later, I felt his thumb slide into the crack of my ass and find my boy-hole. I moaned as he pushed it against my wrinkled entrance. His thumb made its way in slightly and I started rocking back and forth against it. I sucked his cock more and more fiercely, and slid my hand under his ass cheeks.
After a short moment, he pulled his mouth off my cock. I saw his scrotum tightening, drawing close to his body as he clearly prepared for his orgasm. One of my hands went from under his ass to over his thigh, lightly feeling the soft hairs stand as I came into contact with it.
"Oh, baby, I can't…," he panted, my head still bobbing up and down his dick, I felt his cock swell up and his shaft pulsate, "Ahhh, yesss," he moaned, shivering with pleasure.
I was tempted to jerk him off hard and fast to allow him to enjoy the full extent of his orgasm but I couldn't let go of his dick. He gave a final loud grunt and the cum started spurting up out of his cock and hit the back of my mouth. I let the first shots go down my throat. I swallowed and then I pulled back. He squirted three or four more times. His cum covered my hand and I wrapped my lips around his cock again and milked him dry until I felt that it was starting to be uncomfortable for him.
I turned around. He lay on the bed, panting, his arms outstretched, with his hands no longer fisting the sheets his palms lay flat on the bed. I lowered my face to kiss him and he giggled as he placed his hands on each side of my face and licked a drop of cum that I could feel had landed on my cheek.
“Damn, I love you,” he breathed, his voice low and full. “My turn to have a little fun with you.”
His arms wrapped themselves around me and he sat up, pulling me with him effortlessly.
"Have all the fun you want," I smiled, sliding my legs around his waist and pressing my aching and throbbing cock against his crotch.
He pressed a passionate kiss on my lips and then trailed the same intensity down my neck. He pulled back for a second, disappearing toward the nightstand. When he came back, he handed me a small towel with a teasing grin and dropped a butt plug and a bottle of lube on the sheets beside me.
I raised my eyebrows with a smile, already anticipating what he was about to do.
I used the towel to clean my hand and he pushed me down gently onto my back and straddled me. I pulled his face toward mine again.
"Oh God, I still can't believe you're here," he sighed, "I want you so much. There's so many things I wanna do to you," he said with a soft moan.
I smiled,
"Oh yes. Take your time, enjoy it," I said to him.
We made out, lovingly. Slowly, he began kissing his way down my chest and licked one of my erect nipples. I moaned and he continued his journey downward. When he reached my cock, that was seriously about to explode, he didn't touch it. Instead, he turned me over onto my stomach and began kissing my ass cheeks. Then he kissed his way up my back, caressed it and massaged it.
His hands returned to my ass. He spread my cheeks and pushed his nose deep between them and I felt his tongue against my pucker. He probed me and I had to resist masturbating when he began kissing and licking around my hole, his hungry tongue pushing against my tight opening, making all my nerves twitch.
"Ohhh yeah," I sighed deeply as he began tongue fucking me.
I buried my face into the sheets and for a few minutes, I relaxed to enjoy the rimming he was giving me and tried my best not to come too soon.
"Oh, baby, I can't take it anymore," I panted urgently once he began pushing his thumb against my hole again, "You have to fuck me."
He removed his thumb and opened the lube and then he applied it to the butt plug.
"It's been a while, let me get you ready and loosen you up," he said sensually.
He pressed the lubed rounded tip of the plug against my hole and began to push it inside softly. As he did this, I remembered that I thought I'd be the one to top him first … but I wasn't complaining, I knew he needed me to bottom at that moment.
Slowly, the toy glided into me and he fucked me with it.
"Mmm, feels good," I said with a moan and enjoyed the feeling of the plug spreading my sphincter, although I couldn't wait to feel his cock do that instead.
Then, he removed the toy and I turned around on my back. He raised my leg and inserted the plug again, which easily slid into my insides. He kept this up for a while, just enjoying my body, caressing me, kissing my skin, everywhere he could.
"You want me inside you now?" he asked sensually, his lips pressed on mine.
“Are you hard again?” I teased, feeling his breath on my mouth. as my lips brushed his.
“What do you think?” he giggled. "I know you want to cum. You want me to fuck the cum right outta you?"
"Oh, fuck yeah, please," I said and placed my hand behind his neck to push my tongue in his mouth.
As I did so, he pulled the plug out and positioned himself by my opening and began pressing to fuck me sideways. I relaxed and let his cock begin to invade my insides. Slowly he pushed forward. He felt huge and I felt full immediately.
"Oh, damn, Rob," I sighed.
At first, there was a brief sting, but it quickly faded, replaced by the deep, overwhelming pleasure of having him inside me again. I was loving the fact that we were finally together.
"Deeper?" he asked and ran his hand up and down my stomach, giving me goosebumps all over my skin.
"Yeah, deeper,” I repeated.
"I want you so bad, Mark," he murmured in my ear and wrapped his hand around my cock, giving it a few tugs, "Mmm, I love this cock. How bad do you wanna come?"
I turned my head slightly to kiss his lips,
"Go on, fuck me, I need to cum," I begged in his mouth.
My cock head began to pulse and swell and I tried not to blow my load too soon as he massaged it lightly. He began fucking me, using short, gentle strokes and then he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside me until he was fucking me with long full strokes.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I repeated, I had almost forgotten how good it could feel.
He kept kissing me as he slid his cock in and out, not too slow, not too hard, but definitely deep enough. He began jacking me at the same time and for a long moment, we made love, until I couldn't hold off from cumming anymore and I felt my orgasm overtake my body.
My breathing became stronger and I let him take me to heaven,
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot," I warned him.
He jerked me off faster and my cock began shooting in large spurts, hitting my chest and stomach as my whole body quivered. Rob marveled at the sight and massaged the last drops of cum over my penis. He waited for my sphincter to relax before pulling out of me to take my cock in his mouth. He licked the head and bobbed his head up and down a few times and then he stuck his tongue out and licked some of the cum off my chest.
"Oh my god, I love you," I giggled, knowing only he could make me feel that good.
He stared at me with a smile and I stared back as he continued licking my chest clean.
Then, without any warning, he flipped me over onto my stomach.
"D’you want more?” he asked, not exactly giving me any time to answer as he applied more lube and shoved his dick inside me again, obviously going for another orgasm.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and began to piston in and out of me, with more strength and raw passion.
“Oh yes, baby, fuck me. I've missed this so much,” I panted and turned my head to kiss him.
He leaned in and his tongue wrapped around mine, he tasted of cum and it was delicious. His tongue on my lips and his dick, pounding me relentlessly was all I needed at that instant.
“Oh yeah, I'm not done with you. Damn, I missed that ass," he breathed, he didn't let up and kissed my shoulders, my neck, or my earlobe to drive me wild.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good, I love you,” he moaned.
"Oh my god, fuck," I moaned as he positioned himself to hit my prostate and sent shock waves of pleasure throughout my body.
For a few minutes, he thrust into me, hard and fast. At some point, I did some of the work and raised myself on all four to fuck myself on his dick, and then he took control again. He fucked my hole, teased my prostate and I was soon overtaken by the most overwhelming and pleasurable feeling.
Soon, his breathing became deeper and faster. He pushed himself inside me and we moaned as he let his second orgasm of the night overtake him.
“Oh fuck, Mark,” he moaned and held on to me as if his life depended on it.
"Oh yeah, fill me up," I heard myself say, wanting every drop of his juices inside me. He squeezed my body hard against his and I felt him shudder as he shot his load straight up my ass.
He continued sliding his cock in and out for a moment and we kissed, both letting out a sigh of absolute satisfaction that we had made up for lost time a little.
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Later, we lay together in bed, both of us completely content. We were still naked, and I rested my head on his chest, feeling the comforting warmth of his body beneath me.
The room was dark and quiet. His arm was draped behind my shoulder, fingers gently playing with my hair, a soft, familiar touch that made me feel safe and cherished.
“Mmm, it’s about time I had you in my bed again,” he murmured.
I smiled softly. “It really is. I don’t ever want to be away from you that long again.”
“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you before, but I didn’t know it was possible to miss you that much.”
I smiled against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around me.
“I don’t want you to go,” he murmured, nuzzling me. “You’re staying here tonight, right?”
“Yes, of course. I’m not going anywhere,” I said, taking his hand in mine and pressing a gentle kiss to it. “I did check into a hotel, but I wasn’t planning on going back there. They won’t throw me out, will the?”
“As long as you don’t wear a wig, you should be fine,” he said, laughing.
“Uh?”
“Never mind,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’ll stay here with you as long as you need,” I said, turning toward him so our chests pressed together.
He smiled, and for a few quiet moments, we just gazed into each other’s eyes.
“I think I want to stay at least one more week,” he admitted. “Finish what I’ve started… especially with this therapist. I want to do a few more sessions with her.”
I nodded. I certainly didn’t want him to leave before he felt completely ready.
“What is she helping you with?” I asked, running my fingers along his strong arm and giving it a gentle squeeze. I needed the touch, the closeness, but the sexual tension was gone. Finally, it felt like we could just talk calmly and honestly.
“Well, we did a lot of hypnotherapy, sophrology, kinesiology… whatever she calls it. She just gets me. She’s great. She’s helping me find ways to manage my nerves before a show, handle all the media attention… and she made me realize how important it is to take time for myself… alone time.”
“It is,” I said with a nod.
“Yeah. As much as I like being around people, it can be really detrimental to let my public persona dominate my private life.”
“Mmm, I already like her,” I whispered with a smile, feeling proud of him for taking care of himself.
He smiled. “The first time I saw her, she said, ‘Listen. You’ve been gifted with time. Now you get to stop, rest, become normal again, and really see how insanely your life has changed.’”
“She sounds great,” I said softly.
He let out a small giggle.
“Yeah. And she helped me realize that it’s changed for the better, too. Some things have been taken away from me, sure… but not what really matters. Not you. You’re the most important person in my life. I don’t want fame to take you away from me.”
I kept caressing his arm, my thumb tracing slow circles, and whispered,
“It won’t. But these past few months… it did take you away from me.”
“I know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“Even when we were together, it felt like you weren’t really there. You disappeared for a while.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, and this time it came from somewhere deep. “There was so much pressure to be someone I didn’t want to be.”
“Babe, you don’t have to apologize,” I said gently. “I know what you were going through. But we can’t let our life go up in smoke because of our careers.”
“No. We can’t,” he agreed. “I love this job, and I love how successful we are. But you know as well as I do that success messes with people. It’s taken me a while to see that I need distance from some of them. I need to make my circle smaller. I need a bit of normality again… like you have.”
He squeezed my hand, and in that moment, it felt like we were finally standing on solid ground together.
“Yeah, you do. You were always surrounded by people who were living a crazy life and dragging you along with them. But those people… they don’t really care about you. They don’t even truly know you. And they certainly won’t be there to catch you when you fall.”
He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah… I had to start saying no to them. I kept saying I wanted some kind of normal life again, but I just didn’t know how. Every morning, I’d wake up to dozens of messages. Will you come to this party? Can you be at that event? Will you be there tonight? Do this, do that, call me! And I didn’t even have a chance to recover from the previous night. It was… exhausting, really draining.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “But none of them even asked how you were doing first.”
He lifted his brows. “No, they didn’t.”
“This lifestyle… it’s not even real life. Fame always fades. And then, what are you left with?”
He nodded slowly. “I need to step in and out of it, you know? So I can enjoy it more when I’m not in it constantly. I was in it all the time, which… was a really stupid thing to do.”
“You have to erase a few numbers from your phone,” I said.
“I should just throw my phone out the window altogether,” he joked. “I keep getting messages every day here.”
I chuckled softly.
“Maybe you don’t have to go that far… as long as you stop blowing me off because shallow people are always inviting you places to blow smoke up your ass," I said, a hint of resentment in my voice.
He chuckled. “You have to say no to me!” he exclaimed. “I need all of you to say no to me. I don’t want yes people around me anymore. They do blow smoke up my ass,” he said with a laugh.
“You can’t even be yourself around them. They make you forget what really matters.”
He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine for a brief kiss before looking deep into my eyes.
“I just want to be with you. I really do… and do what we do best! I’m done going out all the time to make everyone happy and pretending to be someone I’m not. Now I just want to be true to myself, with the fans, and forget about everyone else. There were just too many people, expecting too much of me, and I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I was too burnt out to do what we had to do. I felt like I couldn’t really do anything right…” he sighed.
“That’s okay,” I said softly, caressing him. “It’s in the past. You’re back now.”
“Yeah, I am,” he said happily. “There are still so many things I want to tick off my list, so many incredible moments we still need to experience, you know.”
I smiled, feeling the warmth of him beside me.
“I mean,” he continued enthusiastically, “we haven’t worked with Beyoncé yet! I’m not quitting this job until we do,” he joked.
I laughed. “Hell yeah, you are back!”
“I am. I want to enjoy it again. It’s too awesome not to enjoy it! I still feel like I shouldn’t even be allowed to complain about it.”
I tilted my head and smiled. “You are. Just because it’s incredible doesn’t make it any less difficult.”
"Yes. But I want to be able to truly appreciate how special it is. That feeling when we come off stage, completely overwhelmed, and we can’t get over how incredible it was. I know how lucky we are," he said, shaking his head. "I don’t know how many people actually get to do what we do. There’s probably only a handful in each decade. It’s just incredible, and we’re so lucky to experience it."
"Yeah, we are. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be times when you feel like you can’t do it. If you’re not enjoying it, you’re allowed to say so," I replied.
"Oh yeah, right, imagine that," he said, letting go of me as he sat up. "I’d be backstage, yelling … ‘No one’s listening to me! I don’t wanna fucking go on stage!’"
I laughed,
"Yeah, and Tom’s gonna be like…" I started, adopting a serious tone and propping myself up on my elbows, impersonating him, "Rob, I just talked to the insurance. It’s gonna cost us a million if you don’t go on!"
"Alright!" he exclaimed, looking around, "Which way to the stage!"
I laughed as he fell back onto the bed.
"You could at least tell us so we can try to make it easier for you," I said.
"I don’t think I’ll need to. I really know how to manage my nerves now. I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about me anymore."
"I will, though," I said, pressing my hand to his chest as I leaned down to kiss his lips.
"I know you will," he replied, kissing me back. "You have to remind me of what’s important, why we’re here, and why we’re doing what we’re doing if I ever forget again."
"Yeah, but we’re going to take a massive break," I assured him, my hand cradling the side of his face. "Don’t worry. We are. We’re going to regroup. I know we can write much better songs than the shit record we’ve made so far. We just need a real concept. And that song you wrote… my god, Rob." I sighed, full of admiration.
"So you really like it?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Do I really like it?" I smiled. "I can’t even begin to explain how much I love it. It’s beautiful, and I’m so glad you wrote it. It could really be the start of something. It’s an amazing song. I love the sound of it. I can’t stop listening to it. It absolutely has to be on the record."
He nodded, smiling softly.
"Yeah. I want us to write songs I truly love, songs I’m going to love singing live. I want to sing music I’m passionate about."
I caressed his cheek and said quietly, "and I still believe in magic when I’m with you. Of course I do." I smiled at him tenderly, repeating the line from the song that had moved me so deeply the first time I heard it. "And I promise you, from now on, I’ll always be there to pick you up when you fall, no matter how mad I am at you."
He smiled. “Remember to laugh first,” he joked, and I let out a soft laugh.
We fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments. We lay on our sides, him behind me, his leg draped over mine. His chest pressed lightly against my back, his arm wrapped around me. He traced small patterns on my arm and chest, occasionally pressing gentle kisses to the back of my neck. I could feel his warmth, steady and reassuring.
"What's on your mind?" I asked after a while, my voice soft.
He ran his fingers over my hand and lingered on the ring I wore.
"You didn’t take it off," he said.
"Of course I didn’t," I replied, smiling softly.
He played with it for a moment, slipping it off slowly and then sliding it back on. His touch was careful, as if memorizing the feel of it on my finger.
I murmured, "I know you want to get married someday."
"I do," he said, smiling, his lips brushing my shoulder as he whispered, "and I know you don’t."
I shrugged, staying quiet for a moment, then admitted, "It’s not out of the realm of possibility. But it’s just… weird. The whole marriage thing feels strange."
"It’s not," he countered, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder blade, then tracing a light line down my spine with his nose.
I smiled, turning my head slightly so our eyes met in the dim light.
"I’ll tell you what… if Dammo and Rachel ever get married, then I might consider it," I said, jokingly.
He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Alright, I’m gonna root for them!"
I chuckled and felt him nuzzle closer, his warm breath tickling my neck.
"Just give me some time to get used to the idea," I said, more seriously.
"Oh, okay," he replied, his voice low and teasing, "but I might have to remind you constantly… just to make sure you don’t forget how perfect we could be."
I giggled softly, resting my head against his shoulder.
"Perfect, huh?" I whispered.
"Yeah," he murmured back, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You, me, right here, right now… I don’t want to think about anything else."
I smiled against him. "Neither do I," I whispered. "I just want this… you… us."
He kissed the back of my neck again, then reluctantly let go of me to grab his phone from the nightstand. He settled back behind me and held the screen in front of my eyes, opening Instagram and scrolling through the comments under the picture I had posted.
“Look,” he said, amused. “Here. ‘Fucking get married already.’ ‘When are you getting married?’ ‘Please invite me to the wedding.’ ‘Adopt me please.’ There are hundreds of those.”
I laughed, and he laughed with me. He tossed his phone aside and leaned in to kiss my neck again, lingering there for a moment.
“So,” he murmured, playful, “what about now? Do you want to get married now?”
I laughed softly. “I think I need a little more time than that.”
“Oh,” he said, mock wounded.
We fell quiet again for a moment, just breathing together.
“You know, it’s going to be ten years next June,” he said eventually.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Oh fuck. Ten years.”
He giggled. “Well, wouldn’t that be a great time to get married.”
I shrugged slightly. “It could be a great time to propose,” I joked, mostly trying to buy myself some time.
He let out a short laugh and leaned closer. “Are you kidding me? I already proposed.”
I laughed. “Well, that was a long time ago. It doesn’t count anymore. Maybe you need to do it again.”
He let out a soft huff. “Alright, fine. I will. And I haven’t even played my last card yet,” he announced with a grin. “I know exactly what will convince you.”
“Do you?” I asked, unconvinced.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ll invite your mother.”
I burst out laughing. “Oh my god,” I exclaimed. “If you get my stuck up Catholic mother to come to the wedding of her illegitimate gay son, I’m in. I’ll fucking marry you. This I’ve got to see!"
He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Is that a dare?”
“It is.”
“Alright,” he said confidently. “You’re on.”
"Oh, shit," I was kind of worried, God knows but she might actually say yes.
I turned around to kiss him. We made out again and then we talked some more, about everything – everything except the one thing we really had to talk about – until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore and I began to nod off.
"Will you sing 'Sparks' to me?" I asked softly, right before sleep could take me.
He didn't respond right away.
"You serious?"
"Yes. Please, sing it to me," I murmured.
"Okay," he simply said and he began singing it quietly, still holding me close.
I listened to the softness of his voice, warm and intimate, as he sang these lines just for me,
Did I drive you away
I know what you'll say
You say, oh, sing one we know
But I promise you this
I'll always look out for you
That's what I'll do
He paused for a brief moment, then began singing again, probably realizing, just like I had, how painfully relevant the lyrics were once more. I let out a soft, content sigh as he continued.
My heart is yours
It's you that I hold on to
That's what I do
The last thing I remembered before drifting off was Rob’s voice in my ear, steady and gentle, making me feel happier and more at peace than I had felt in weeks.
And I saw Sparks
Yeah I saw Sparks
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