201) You aren't even listening to a word I say, are you?
He was sitting there for hours if the changing light was any indication. But he couldn't care less because Dom was with him. His meal stood mostly untouched in front of him, slowly getting cold while Dom's plate was empty. He didn't notice. They both didn't.
How could they? They were in Mexico, safe and free. The days were hot, the nights mild and the beers cold. Seems as if dreams do come true.
But Brian wasn't thinking of that. He was too spellbound by the way Dom had changed. His features had softened, those dark, dark eyes sparkled even when he wasn't laughing, which he did often and he was just so at ease... It was more than appealing. And it captivated Brian like nothing else ever had.
For the time they were sitting at the table Dom was talking. Probably about cars, but he couldn't be sure about that because he wasn't listening. He had tried, but he just couldn't. Had he mentioned Dom's face? The way his lips moved as they formed the words... Sometimes he could even see his tongue, when Dom licked his lips.
It was too much and at the same time too less. He wanted to kiss those lips, wanted too feel them wrapped around his cock, wanted the tongue to lick over his lips as he pounded into Dom... He had a problem. “What do you think?” Okay, make that two problems.
