Pictures of Vegas pt. 7

"I really needed that," Jonathan said. A hot shower had eased the tension out of his neck and shoulders. His arm was still sore, but he'd be okay.

Michael sat primly on the bed with his hands in his lap. Like he promised, he called his room in the morning. Jonathan had invited him over for breakfast, but he felt anxious as soon as he opened the door. He had just rolled out of bed and showered while Michael waited.

As he pulled on a t-shirt, he noticed that faint pink glow on Michael's face. He's nervous, Jonathan thought. He covered his smile with a cough. He toweled his hair and sat in the chair next to the bed. He waited for Michael to say something, to ask him why he had left so abruptly.

Instead Michael smiled and asked, "Are you enjoying life?"

Jonathan had to think about that for a moment. "For the most part, yes. My career is going great, and I love what I do."

"I've been following your career. I was impressed with the spread you did for W Magazine."

He blushed. "So you saw that?"

Michael nodded. "Actually running into you wasn't an accident. I'm good friends with Greg Freedman." He studied his groomed nails. "He mentioned that you were coming in for a photo shoot."

"Ah, I see. I'm flattered that you would still want to see me. I mean, after all this time."

"I understood why you had to leave Vegas," he said. "But the way you left really hurt me. I had to wait for a long time to get over you."

"I'm sorry." Jonathan looked into his ex-lover's piercing blue eyes. "So are you over me?"

"Mostly." He grinned. "I was until I saw you. It was like nothing had changed." He stood up and walked towards the chair. "I've missed you."

Jonathan closed his eyes as Michael bent towards him. They kissed slowly, taking their time to taste each other. Their lips parted at the same time, and Jonathan took Michael's tongue deep into his mouth. He sucked his tongue with slow movements. He felt a hand on his thigh, and he moaned into Michael's mouth.

To Be Continued...