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Morgan nodded in response. "Please," he murmured, finding anything the man uttering bringing him further into a dream he wished not to escape. The intoxicating scent he wanted to name, the music, the atmosphere, the feel of his arms embracing him so warmly...
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Anxious flutters in his chest made the desire to pick a hotel quick, the most important thing on Rafaga's mind. It didn't matter what kind of hotel it was, Morgan wouldn't be spending the night alone there if he could help it. The usual one he visited after nightly rounds at the bar was conveniently next door. The fire in his body had to put quenched immediately or he was sure death was going to take his life.
Rafaga kept Morgan's body as close to his own as he could while he lead him out the door. "There's one next door." The burning feeling grew even more intense when Morgan's hand slid into his back pocket while they walked. "Sounds perfect." |
Morgan was thrilled from the prospects of doing something new. God, Rafaga could take him into an alley, kiss him with those full, soft lips, and he'd die. Die right there from the immense pleasure of it all!
His hand enjoyed the feeling of his back pocket. The pants were so tight. He wanted to stare at the curves of his body. How well fitting everything was...He was on the thin side, but he would be such a great model... |
Rafaga walked to the front desk to check out a room. Morgan pulled out his wallet and paid for it. Surprisingly you purchased the room by the hour.
Morgan smiled and laughed lightly when Rafaga's hand pulled him from the front desk right after taking the receipt. He was so thrilled Rafaga felt the same excitement and eagerness he did. The key wasn't really needed, the room lock was broken. The two moved into the room not conscience of the shabby room's apperance. The random stains, the tearing wallpaper, the sheets that more than likely hadn't been changed since the last visitors. They didn't care, their only focus was on each other. Immediately after entering, Rafaga was dead set on stealing every kiss from Morgan's lips that he had. The bed wouldn't be used, but the carpet would. |
Morgan stared up at the ceiling, panting for breath. He wasn't sure how long he was there, but he loved every moment with Rafaga. The Mexican felt over his pale, soft skin slowly, entertaining his fingers and lips with it. Violet eyes closed with a contented, satisfied expression still enduring on his face.
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Rafaga entwined his legs with Morgan when he finally rested next to him. Even though his body was exhausted it was so hard to stop his caresses along Morgan's form. Never, not even with Bobby, had he felt so amazing. The moment his energy came back he planned on continuing for more rounds. "I don't want to sleep. I'd much rather stare at you." Rafaga's hands dipped into Morgan's hair, getting lost in the sea of pink.
"Me either." Morgan's half open eyes stared back at him. "Oh Rafaga.." They shared another kiss, softer than the hard ones a few minutes ago. Rafaga twisted hair around his fingers. "You can't possibly leave Mexico now." |
Morgan quivered at the feel of his fingers through his hair, bringing his body closer against his. "What if I stole you away?"
Rafaga chuckled, still panting himself and licking his lips. He was cute. Their lips met, rolling in hot passion. After hearing a moan, he shivered. It felt good hearing him enjoy it. "I'm serious," Morgan whispered after they parted, breathing on him softly. |
"You're serious about taking me out of Mexico?" Rafaga shook his head. There was no way Morgan could actually mean those words. "You must be in the heat of the moment." "No, I'm fully aware of what I'm saying." Morgan's finger tips drew along Rafaga's lips to trace over them. Rafaga smiled at him. "My beautiful Morgan, you don't have to say these things to me. I know it's over once you leave the hotel room." |
"Didn't...didn't any of this mean anything to you?" Morgan murmured. He was addicted. He wanted more. He couldn't let him go. Arms wrapped around Rafaga as he held him as close as possible, making them one once more.
Rafaga was hesitant. He used to be so eager to accept the word of rich boys. But now...now he knew better. |
It felt so good to be held by someone. Someone who took their time to just lay with him and not immediately stand to go shower. He knew that's how it always started at first. Once that initial good feeling was gone the hitting and yelling would ensue as it had with Bobby. If he went to America with Morgan, he would get dumped there and have no way of getting back. It was so far, and so foreign. Being with Morgan was absolutely perfect, he didn't want it to fade into a broken relationship. "No, you're a sweet guy Morgan. We're just too different. You're a bored rich boy. That's all."
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That good feeling he had within him began to degrade quickly. Tears welled up in his eyes, making them appear glassy before they rolled down his cheeks. Morgan propped himself up, letting his long hair spill down his shoulders and over his face.
"Rafaga," he murmured. |
Rafaga watched Morgan cry. Oh god, how he couldn't resist someone so beautiful shedding tears. Especially when it was his fault. "Morgan." He quickly wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry, don't cry. I'll go with you, anywhere you want me to."
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Morgan held onto Rafaga. He was so sure...so sure he found what he was looking for. A relationship where the feeling - the passion - was mutual. With Nigel, it was a constant guessing game. Either he didn't really care about him beyond being friends, or he was ashamed of being in love with a boy. Was that the reason for requesting his long hair? To be seen with "a girl"?
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Rafaga rubbed his hands over Morgan's back. "Morgan, don't cry anymore. I'm sorry." He released his hold on Morgan and looked over his face. With the back of his fingertips he wiped at his tears. There was no expression Morgan could make that he didn't look like a perfect angel. He smiled slightly. Being with him would be so good no matter how long it lasts.
"I wont cry Rafaga." Morgan smiled for him. It was obvious Rafaga felt so bad about it. "I shouldn't have cried." |
Rafaga was flattered. This wasn't his typical, "hey, you're a good fuck" comment. For however long they'd be together, he would feel special. Like he truly meant something to Morgan. Their lips met again, starting slow, brief, before deepening and elongating their contact.
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Morgan awoke first. He was so warm still wrapped up in Rafaga's arms. With soft kisses he gave Rafaga a goodmorning.
Rafaga shifted slowly and turned towards Morgan. He smirked slowly as his eyes focused on him. "Good morning, gorgeous. Are you still drunk with me? Wanting to take me to America still?" |
"Yes," Morgan replied with a smile. His hand felt over Rafaga's cheek, inspiring him to turn his head to kiss his palm.
"Yes for?" "Taking you with me." The idea excited him. He was addicted to the idea of having him all to himself. Rising, he reluctantly pulled from his embrace to dress. He wanted to go with him now! |
Rafaga watched him dress. It was only until he was finished dressing did Rafaga start dressing himself. "My boyfriend isn't going to be happy."
Morgan paused buttoning his shirt. "Boyfriend?" "Yes. Bobby White, he's from America too. Rich, blond, blue eyes. Fantasticly gorgeous, but sadly he's got the heart as big as a nut. Honestly Morgan, I'm looking forward to getting away from him." Away from the abusive relationship that tore at his self esteem and health every day. |
Morgan approached him and touched his chest. Just mentioning his old boyfriend reminded him that he too had one. The one who refused to come along. The one who became more distant as time passed. The one who hid their relationship to look normal. Rafaga wouldn't afraid of being with him...
He smiled. "I'll take good care of you." Softly, he added, "I'll love you." |
Rafaga couldn't hold back his smile. "You'll love me?" His eyes nearly swelled with tears. "Well, no one's done that in a really long time."
"Come home with me today. We'll get the first train out of here." He paused when Rafaga's eyes went to the side, looking away. "What is it?" "I was just thinking about my parents. I didn't think about it. I'll be leaving them." "You're more than welcome to bring them. We'll visit too." Morgan smiled to reassure him. "No, they can't come along." This was something Rafaga didn't want to get into. "Let's go." He smiled. "I'll be fine. I'm looking forward to seeing what my life with you is going to be like." |
Morgan stood there, willing to give him a chance to change his mind. "Your parents...can come," he repeated, touching his arm. "I couldn't steal their little boy from them..." he added, almost playfully.
Rafaga shook his head. "Money's not an issue." Morgan was being persistent. |
Rafaga could tell Morgan cared so deeply. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to give a little detail. For the first time, someone actually was interested enough in him to ask about his life. "My mother died a few years ago and my dad's in jail for--" Maybe he shouldn't tell the rest of it, maybe Morgan would think it was a family trait. "He's the one in jail for the crime."
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"Oh Rafaga," he said, softly, taking hold of his hands. "I'm sorry..." He couldn't imagine the loss of his parents. "But...we can still bring your father along."
He had heard about the police practices in Mexico. He had enough cash to make it work. |
"I know you apparently have the biggest heart in the world, but I simply couldn't ask you to do something like that." Rafaga kissed both of Morgan's hands as he held them. "It's too huge a favor."
Morgan smiled at him. "Nothing is too big. It doesn't compare to what you've given me." Rafaga led Morgan out of the hotel room. Teasingly he smirked. "Wow, it must have been really good last night." |
Morgan laughed. "You were..." He bumped his hip against him. "Now where is your father?"
*** Sapphire was rushed into the nearest optometrist's office. His manager panicked, unsure of what else to do. Time was of the essence. And considering they had just passed it, why not? Dragged in by his arm, he listened as the manager rattled on to the secretary how it was imperative that the doctor present look at his client. This was Sapphire Li! |
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