Pictures of Vegas pt. 6

Jonathan blinked. It all happened so fast that he wasn't sure what was going. Legolas was holding his bloody nose and screaming for help. The stranger kicked him with a thick boot. Legolas ran down the hallway with lightning speed.

Jonathan looked up and recognized the sparkling blue eyes and gentle smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"Hello, Jonathan," Michael said. He looked the same as before, maybe a bit leaner around the chest and arms. The tan flattered his sandy-blonde hair and made his teeth appear whiter.

Jonathan broke eye contact first. He didn't know what Michael could be thinking. He probably thought Jonathan was just another middle-aged fool trolling for a young one-night stand. He wanted to explain, but he thought he would just appear foolish.

Michael hesitated and then hugged him. "It's good to see you again. I thought I recognized you at the bar, but I wasn't sure."

Jonathan blushed. "So you saw me at the bar?"

The other man smiled. "I'm afraid I've been stalking you for most of the night. I wanted to just come up and say hello, but I didn't know how. When I saw you walk out with that guy, I wanted to follow you to make sure you were okay." He shrugged. "You didn't look so good."

Jonathan stared at the ground. "I had a little too much to drink. I could have handled myself."

"I'm sure." Michael paused. "I see you're still drinking too much."
"Don't start this again. It's like we're back to square one."

Michael put up his hands. "Truce. I just wanted to say hello and see how you're doing. No more nagging, I promise."

"I'm sorry. I've had a long day." Jonathan ran his hand through his hair. He felt like he was covered with dirt and sweat. "Do you want to come in for a bit? If you don't have any other plans?"

"You look wasted. Maybe you should just call it a night."

"You're right," Jonathan mumbled. He couldn't hide the disappointment in his face.

"I'll check back with you in the morning."

"Sure."

Michael touched his forearm. "I promise. I'll be back in the morning. Sleep well."

Jonathan closed the door gently. How many years had it been since the last time he felt Michael's hand? It had been too long.

To Be Continued...