Page 18 of Not Even A Mouse
Wishes and dreams
Myron
He heard thejangleof keys as theback dooropened and called, “Hey there,” careful to keep his voice quiet, “she’s asleep.” Myron twisted to look over the back of the couch towards the kitchen, waiting for his first sight of Andy. “How was work?”
This was day three of being in Andy’s house, and as he ate a dinner of macaroni and cheeseaccompanied by cartoons earlier, it had struck Myron how domestic this was, him hanging out at home with a still recovering Talya while Andy worked his shift at the bar.I could totally get used to this.
Over the past couple of days, he’d let himself fall farther into the world of makebelievethey’d entered when he’d followed Andy’s car back here. A world where he was a permanent part of theirlives. A world where it was normal and expected that he’d still be up when Andy got home from work, waiting. Aworldunlike anything he’d ever had before. A home and partner, complete with a beautiful, little girl.
Myron shook his head sharply, trying to unseat the fantasy.You sleep on the couch, remember?
So far, they hadn’t gone back to teasing and flirting. With things so tenuous with Talya,Andy was on guard all thetimeand that alone wasn’t conducive to the mood. In fact, they were in a weird place. Not boyfriends, not lovers. Just friends.And maybe because I kinda feel like a live-in babysitter?He squashed the thought.I don’t want that, he admitted.I want more. Maybe I just need to show him.
“Not bad. We were busy with an office party, which always makes the night go fast.Thanksgiving, you know?” Andy was talking as he walked into the room, barefoot which meant his shoes were lined up neatly near the door that led to the garage. Beside Myron’s boots.Domestic. “How was she?” Andy stood near the back of the couch, looking down.
Determined to shake things up, see where they might be after this was done, Myron reached up, traced atouch downAndy’s arm and threadedtheir fingers together. Startled, Andy blinked at him and then his expression warmed, and he dipped to press his mouth against Myron’s, humming happily when Myron stroked the tip of his tongue across the seam of his lips. “Hi.”
“Hi, yourself.” Andy pulled back a fraction of an inch, still so close Myron felt the breath used to compose the words when he asked, “Did you eat?”
With a grin, Myronlunged up and snaked his arms around Andy’s shoulders and waist. He tugged, overbalancing and pulling Andy over the back of the couch and on top of him with a muffled shout. He slid to the side at the last moment, so Andy’s weight mostly hit the cushions. “She’s fine.” He angled an arm under Andy’s neck, pulling him closer. “And yes, I ate. Did you?”
“You have something in mind for me to eat?”Andy’s eyebrows waggled suggestively, and Myron chuckled. “I’m feeling a little peckish. I could—” He leaned in and nipped Myron’s lobe before sucking on it. “—be convinced to nibble onsomething.” Teeth grazed along histhroat,and Myron arched his neck, letting Andy access the sensitive spots, groaning at the tease of a hot mouth dragging along the side of his throat. “Oh, yeah, babe. I coulddefinitely eat.”
The playful lilt to his voice jolted Myron’s heart, making it thud along like a cold bike engine.This, this right here. This is what I want. The knowledge slotted into place with a resounding click in his head. This was everything wound round Myron’s fantasies, and an unnamed heart’s desirecometo life. This man, a partner he could love.
What the fuck?
Andy pulled back. “What’swrong?”
Myron swallowed and forced a smile. “Nothing.”Love?
Andy studied him for a moment, eyebrows bunched together as his gaze slowly swept Myron’s face. Heshiftedso he was more fully against the back of the couch, pushing into the cushions as he placed hishand atMyron’s waist. “You know I want you here, right? You aren’t just a convenience to me. Not a babysitter.”
The echo of his earlierthoughts poked at him. He couldn’t forget how damn smart Andy was; it wouldn’t do to underestimate him. Myron blinked. “I didn’t think that at all.” He’d been propped up on an elbow and let it slide out from under his head slowly, putting his face on a level with Andy’s. “I was somewhere else in my head.”
“Where?” Andy scooted a tiny bit closer, but still not the full-body contact Myron needed.
Do I tell him?He could either comecleanor spin a yarn.Is this a possibility for me? Can I have…him?“This…” His voice trailedoff,and Andy scooted closer, thighs pressing together now. “Iwas thinkingthis was something I didn’t know I wanted.” Andy gave a wiggle, and Myron felt the press of a hardening cock against his hip. “I never let myself dream of anything thisgood,because wishesand dreams aren’t…productive.” Fingers tugged at hisshirt,and Myron lifted, letting it slide over his head and off. “You walkedinand I realized if I’d let myself dream, I’d have dreamed of you.”
Andy’s lips pursed, the bottom lip bowing down sweetly, and he leaned closer, his hand sliding up Myron’s chest to his neck. With a tight grip, he edged closer and then his mouth was on Myron’s. Unlikeany of their other kisses, this one felt poignant and tender, as if Andy was reacquainting himself with something he remembered liking, teasing and touching until Myron was panting. “I’m never gonna let you go now,beautifulman.” Myron nipped that bottom lip, making Andy pull in a quick breath. “I’m not kidding, Myron. I’m gonna hold you, and I won’t let you forget this is your dream. Because,babe, you’re my dream, too.”
Myron spread his fingers across Andy’s chest, curving them so his nails dug in, dragging down to his belly, knowing Andy’s shirt would blunt the pain. It still drew a gasp and a shiver from the man in his arms. Andy lifted on an elbow, leaning over Myron and rocking his hips to press his hard cock against Myron’s leg. He raised his chin and Andy bent to him, mouthdescending to his where it took possession, owning his lips and teeth and tongue in a dance drawn together by breath and need.
Myron loved kissing Andy. Loved how into it the man could get, how lost they would be within moments of first contact. Andy sprawled on him like this sent his senses into overdrive, to a place where he heard every brush of fabric, the scrape of fingertips as they slidacross skin. In the distance, he heard a little girl’s cough. Andy immediately tensed and broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Myron’s.
“Come to my bedroom.” Not a request, this demand left no question about what Andy wanted. Myron had stayed on the couch these past few nights, not wanting to disturb the sanctity of the master bedroom, and not certain of where he and Andy were, not enoughto try and push his way into Andy’s bed. Tonight, though, it felt like the right thing.
He nodded, and Andy’s breath whooshed over his lips. They hadn’t talked about Roger beyond a few brief words at the hospital, and there was so much for Myron to learn, but for now—this was enough.
