Tuesday Morning 24/9/96 Roger's Room (Tag Adrian)
Roger woke and instantly remembered everything. He realized he was drooling on his pillow and that his arse ached as well as a few muscles in his legs and back. Next he realized that his pillow was Adrian's chest and that he should pull a sheet over to wipe away his drool. That would be the polite thing after all.
He moved his head which brought up the torchieres. Adrian was so beautiful, peacefully lying there. He didn't look the least bit cunning, or smug, or calculating. He looked very sweet.
Sweet enough to eat.
Roger swallowed. He felt very very different today. The games were over. He belonged to Adrian now. Yes, he really did. He couldn't hide that fact from himself anymore. He wiped Adrian's chest with the sheet, then kissed the spot. He couldn't believe how deeply in love he felt. It was cracked. But it felt so good to finally allow himself the feeling.
He lifted his head from kissing Adrian's chest and found green eyes watching him. He smiled.
He moved his head which brought up the torchieres. Adrian was so beautiful, peacefully lying there. He didn't look the least bit cunning, or smug, or calculating. He looked very sweet.
Sweet enough to eat.
Roger swallowed. He felt very very different today. The games were over. He belonged to Adrian now. Yes, he really did. He couldn't hide that fact from himself anymore. He wiped Adrian's chest with the sheet, then kissed the spot. He couldn't believe how deeply in love he felt. It was cracked. But it felt so good to finally allow himself the feeling.
He lifted his head from kissing Adrian's chest and found green eyes watching him. He smiled.