Page 28 of Not Even A Mouse
Falling for you
Myron
Myron straddled the seat of his bike, watching as the car crept towards him, Andy waving from the front seat. He pulled out of the parking spot, the vehicle following closely as they made their way to the street and then aimed west and north. Nearly the route Andy would take to go home, but a world away from where they’d been before.
This wasit, what he’d been hoping for when he had the first conversation with the real estate agent weeks ago. If he had his wish, Andy would be riding behind him, because hadn’t that night been a revelation. Having Andy on the seat behind him had made him feel ten feet tall, and it hadn’t taken but a moment before he’d understood the draw for his fellow bikers. Having someone you were interested in wrappedaround you, that was just impossibly arousing. Myron grinned as he leaned the bike through a corner, eyes flicking to the car behind him. Should have been a foreshadowing of how they’d sleeptogether,because it didn’t matter how they’d fallen asleep, Andy had wound himself around Myron.
Probably why my sleep’s been shit. Since he’d walked away—he knew there would be groveling in his future,but right now he wasn’t giving a fuck about that—he’d been lucky to piece together four or five hours sleep a night, troubled rest only coming in fits and starts.
He didn’t expect to see Andy tonight, or Talya. In fact, he hadn’t known where they were headed, just pulled up at the clubhouse as the big group was readying to leave, cars full of kids following. Talya knowing Jase’s littlest waspure luck, too.
He rounded the final turn and glided up the driveway to the house, slowing so the garage door could open completely. Myron had scarcely gotten parked and dismounted before Andy was right there, hand on his arm, eyes wide in his face.
“Oh my God, it’s gorgeous. This is yours?” Myron nodded. “Show me.”
“Not just yet.” Andy frowned, and then when Myron leaned in, a look of comprehensiondawned on his features, eyes becoming heavy-lidded as Myron kissed him like he’d wanted to at the plaza. With his friends around, in the middle of a crowd, uncaring of who saw or might give a shit. The only reason he hadn’t was fear. Not of what people mightsay,sincebetween the responses of Mason, Bones, and Slate, he’d been relieved from that fear. No, he was terrified Andy wouldn’t want it,wouldn’t want him. Wouldn’t give him this chance to make everything right.I want to explain everything.
Myron tried to tell him all that and more through the play of lips and tongue, going from gentle caresses to a deeper, more thorough exploration of Andy’s mouth. Tongues touching tentatively, then rubbing together like velvet, Myron played with his mouth, trying to force every emotion he’dsuppressed over these past days. Telling Andy only that he’d missed him felt as if it’d minimized the depth of longing he’d felt every breath, and he tried to press the truth into the kiss. Longing and desire, fear, the feeling of coming home that was Andy’s hands at his neck. Myron gave everything toAndy,and he realized in the middle of it all, that Andy was giving it right back to him.
Myronbroke the kiss finally, and shoved his face into Andy’s neck and wrapped his arms around tightly, appreciating the firm planes of muscles beneath his hands.
“Jesus, My.” Andy’s breath came quick, mixed with a little groan. “I missed you.”
“Backatcha.” He pulled inairfor a final sigh, then pulled back, relaxing his hold. “I want to tell you about this, what I did.”
Andy’s lips stretched, curvingup at the ends, the center bowing down in that way Myron found too tempting. “I know what you did, babe. You—” He leaned in, heat from his lips drifting across Myron’s jaw. “—bought a house for us.”
“I did.” He admitted it straight out, not holding anything back. “I listened to you, even when I wasn’t doing so good at communicating, I was listening. I heard you.”
“I heard you, too. I want youto know that.” Andy grinned and touched his forehead to Myron’s, mouth so close every breath mingled. “I want us to be okay. I want you.” His hand slipped down Myron’s arm, fingers threading through and squeezing. Andy sounded certain when he commanded, “So, why don’t you show me what you did.” Myron let the certainty he’d felt when he first looked at the house give him courage, and he nodded, excitementand anticipation of what Andy would think making him rush to open the door.
They moved through the house, Andy exclaiming loudly about all the things Myron had imagined he would, his excitement contagious. Walking hand-in-hand, his dream of living there together no longer seemed so impossible; it wasrealityin the making. At the door to Talya’s room, Andy just stood for the longest time, quiet.He still looked relaxed, but Myron had no idea what was going through his head. Finally, he turned and tilted his face to look into Myron’s eyes. They were wet, swimming with tears, and Myron cupped the sides of his neck, pulling him close. “What?”
“She’s gonna love it.” Andy offered him a shaky smile. “She really is.”
“And you?”Please, tell me you love it. Tell me you understand what I’m saying.
“I love you. I don’t care where we are, as long as we’re together.” Myron froze, those words not at all what he’d been expecting. Hoping, sure, but expecting? No way. “I know you’ll say it’s too soon, or there’s too much we need to talk about. That we need to be sure. But, My. Iamsure.”
“Falling for you, too. Tried to not, mostly because of how twisted up I was in my head. But I think I’mfalling, Andy.” He smiled, feeling his lips tremble. “I am. I did.” Myron buried his face against Andy’s shoulder, and while fabric muffled his last declaration, he knew Andy heard him. “I do.”
