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“No.” Tal stepped forward and as he pulled Corey into his arms, memories flooded back so fiercely that the breath caught in his throat.Oh God. Why now? Because I wanted to hold Corey? Wanted him to hold me?Tal had held himself back when they’d been in the sleeping bags. Now, it was as if another world had opened in front of him.
“I don’t want you to go,” Tal said. “Youarewhat I need. I remember what we did. Maybe not everything yet, but enough to know I want you to stay. You edged me to perfection and when I did come, you sent me soaring.”
Corey looked up at him. “Except we didn’t do that in the car. So we can’t have ever done it. Yet I remember too. How you looked, how you felt, how you made me feel.”
Tal groaned. “I need to understand what happened.”
Corey slid his hands up Tal’s back. “That might never be possible.”
“You’ve had longer to think about it than me. Any theories?”
“Solas Suas doesn’t exist in this world. I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be able to find it again if we tried. We wouldn’t have been able to walk far after the accident, not with the injuries we had, with your head injury and my ruptured spleen. But maybe while we were waiting for rescue, we somehow…existed in another place, on another plane, in another…dimension. Somewhere for those like us who’d been injured, or were ill and unconscious. Like a way station, maybe? A couple of times I felt different in the hotel. Parts of me hurt or I felt cold. Once, on the stairs, I found myself not in the hotel anymore. I blinked and it came back.”
“That happened to me too. A few times.”
Corey pulled back to look up at him, and sighed. “When we were eating with those people, the ones who’d been in the helicopter, they weren’t there by design. Maybe they thought they’d landed but they’d crashed. Maybe they’re in hospital somewhere unconscious. We should have asked more questions of the others.”
“Can you remember any names? We could google them.”
“Yes, they…” Corey chuckled. “No. That’s strange. No names for anyone we sat with. Jefferson was the manager, then the… Claire? Shit. The rest I don’t remember.”
“Do you remember when we talked about what we liked to eat and there it was on the menu.”
“It was freaky.”
Corey pulled Tal over to the bed and they sat down.
“I think we made Solas Suas what we wanted it to be.” Corey took hold of his hand. “Possibly more whatIwanted it to be, with the biscuit decorating and the pottery and the painting and stuff. I mean, if it had just been me that remembered, I could have gone with deep unconsciousness messing around with my memory and perception of reality—if that’s such a thing—but that you remember the same things… Well, maybe it’s a sort of…magic we don’t understand. Maybe we weren’t supposed to remember. Maybe everyone at the hotel was already a pair. We weren’t. Could be that had something to do with it.”
“Maybe.”
“I don’t think it’s healthy to keep worrying about it. I just want you to remember us there because we talked a lot.”
“Not just talked.”
Corey stroked Tal’s fingers. “Not just talked.”
“And yet we didn’t.”
“I don’t want to keep going round in circles. I want to make some new memories.” Corey swung round to straddle Tal’s lap and when Tal felt the hardness of his cock, his own surged too.
“I’m not allowed to do any heavy lifting or any particularly strenuous activity,” Corey said with a smile. “How about I lie there and you do all the work?”
Tal’s breathing quickened.
“We don’t have to be anything tonight,” Corey whispered. “Just two guys into each other. Whatever happens, happens. This is us for real now. We can talk some other time, but I need you.”
“I need you too.”
Tal kissed him. One short, sweet kiss followed by one that was neither short nor sweet. He swept his tongue into Corey’s mouth and wrapped his hands around his back, then slid his palms to his arse. It felt right. Everything about Corey felt right.And familiar. Tal dismissed that thought. This started now. This was real. Corey was right.
The kiss went on and on. Tal loved kissing him. Loved the way Corey responded. Loved the way it made him feel. Loved how he smelt. Loved how he tasted… When they finally broke for air, Corey’s face was flushed.
“Let’s get into bed,” Corey whispered.
Tal was out of his clothes faster than Corey, but then Corey was working one-handed. Tal stared at the outline of Corey’s thick cock constrained by his boxers and then gulped when Corey shoved down that last item of clothing.
I remember this cock. Oh God. Thick and long and those smooth balls behind.
