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Stanley stepped out of the ensuite, the faint scent of aftershave lingering in the air as he pulled on his freshly dry cleaned clothes. As he did up the buttons to his shirt, he watched through the full-length mirror as Jeremy stood by the closet, picking through a row of ties. He was only dressed in his briefs and a simple button up, his long pale legs a stark contrast against the dark coloured fabric. Stanley turned and admired his lover. Jeremy always looked beautiful, no matter the time of day.
Stanley walked towards Jeremy, hugging him from behind, “You’re so sweet, you know, always helping me pick out what to wear.”
Jeremy held up a formal suit jacket with a green tie draped over the same hanger. "This is for me, not you," he quipped, hanging it back in the closet. He then selected a mahogany tie and turned to face Stanley, slipping the silky fabric around his collar and began working it into a knot, his movements meticulous.
Stanley raised a brow, and Jeremy responded with, “I'm going to the gala tonight, too.”
Stanley’s smile tightened, his gaze lingering on Jeremy. The gala tonight had been planned for weeks, and so was his plus-one. But now, knowing Jeremy would be there too—probably with someone else—left an uncomfortable weight in the back of his mind. He decided not to press the issue, choosing instead to savor the time they had left before they parted.
“You know, I really don't have to go to that meeting today,” Stanley said in a husky voice, his hand clasped around Jeremy's, pulling him closer.
Their eyes met briefly, and Jeremy let out a slight smile, “The boss shouldn't be slacking.” He pulled his hand out from Stanley's grasp and finished doing up his tie, pulling the knot up towards the collar.
Stanley wrapped his arm around Jeremy’s slender waist and looked into his eyes. His gaze drifted onto Jeremy's lips, and almost instinctively he leaned in for a kiss. Jeremy's lips were warm and silky against his own. He felt Jeremy smile against him before pulling back slightly.
“Was last night not enough?” Jeremy said in a teasing murmur, his lips ever so slightly brushed against Stanley's cheek. His fingers smoothed down the fabric on the collar, and then lingered on Stanley's chest.
No, Stanley couldn't get enough; he was addicted and Jeremy was the drug. They had spent every waking minute last night having sex, and yet his desire was barely quenched. Stanley tilted his head and captured Jeremy's lips once again, their kiss deepening into something more. He gently sucked on his bottom lip and could taste the cool mint in his mouth, so different from the flavors of the Pinot Noir they'd shared last night, yet was equally enticing. Their mouths met with a familiar intensity, just as they did not so many hours ago. Jeremy's hand slid up to the nape of Stanley's neck, his fingertips tracing lightly along the edge where his hair met skin, sending an electric tingle down his back.
He held Jeremy tighter, moving to kiss along Jeremy's jaw, then traced over the hickey he'd left on his neck yesterday, just below where his mole was. Jeremy gasped, feeling sensitive from having his skin nibbled at. He could feel the heat radiating off Stanley, their bodies now pressed against each other.
“Mmmh…” Jeremy pushed Stanley lightly, “You're gonna be late.” He knew where this was going to go if they didn't stop. As much as he wanted Stanley, they'd already spent the whole of yesterday together, and it was time to return to their responsibilities.
“I know, babe, you're just so irresistible,” Stanley smirked.
Jeremy picked up Stanley's blazer from the chair in the corner of the room, gesturing for him to turn around and slipped it onto his broad shoulders. When Stanley turned to face him, Jeremy’s gaze lingered, double-checking that everything was in place, ensuring he looked effortlessly put together.
“Don't forget to pick up the roses at the florist today.” He said as he brushed a stray hair off Stanley's suit.
“What occasion is it this time?” Stanley asked as he reached for his watch on the table, fastening it around his wrist.
“You don't need a reason for flowers,” Jeremy replied with a hint of amusement.
“Okay. Whatever you say, Piggy.”
“Hurry up and go,” Jeremy urged as he glanced at the clock on the wall. He gently ushered Stanley towards the door, “I'll see you later.”
“Tonight?” Stanley responded with a smug smile, leaning in to give Jeremy a quick peck on his now flushed lips.
“I'll miss you,” Jeremy said softly.
“I'll text you later,” Stanley looked at Jeremy, feeling almost guilty as he turned to leave.
After bidding Stanley goodbye, Jeremy closed the door and let out a breath. He couldn't help but feel satisfied for playing his part so well— thoughtful, loving, and never demanding what he couldn't give himself. There was a thrill in knowing how much Stanley wanted him, and he took it all in stride.
Jeremy glanced around the living room, his gaze landed on the unfinished bottle of wine, and his thoughts drifted back to last night…
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