Roman - Part 14

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I’d never done drugs before, but I was pretty sure that being with Roman gave my body the same sort of high. The Paris trip had been an undeniably magical experience, not least because we’d finally had sex, but also because during that time, we’d gotten to know each other on an even greater level.

It was funny. It felt like we’d known each other for our entire lives and yet there were still tiny things that we picked up throughout our stay.

Roman slept with one foot dangling from the side of the bed no matter how hot or cold the room was. I asked him about it and he told me that he used to fall out of bed every single night, so he kept it there as some sort of deterrent.

He had two cups of coffee every morning but he never finished the second one. He said one cup wasn’t enough and two cups was too much, and he pulled my woolly hat over my face when I suggested a larger cup.

There were hundreds of tiny details that made Roman who he was, and I had come to love every single one of them.

I loved that he woke me in the morning with a kiss on my chest, and he’d leave his head there until I ran my fingers through his hair. I loved that he still turned his back when I’d get changed, even though he’d been inside me more than once. I loved that he walked on the outside of the path when we’d stroll through the busy city streets, as though to protect me.

He’d learned some things about me, too. He’d learned that I had fallen so madly in love with him that being without him for more than a minute began to physically hurt. He learned that I tried everything in my power to impress him, and that alone impressed him enough. He learned, I learned, and suddenly it was time to come home and I almost couldn’t bare the idea of being further than three feet away from him at any given time.

“There’s my boy!” Dad said as I lugged my suitcase through the front door.

Mom and Alex had made a cake, as though I’d been at war and hadn’t come home in years. I hugged them all, sampled their baking, and told them all about our trip to Paris. Well, maybe not all.

I couldn’t help but glance out the window every so often. It felt like part of me was missing now that Roman had returned home. I wanted to run over and feel his strong arms wrap around me, but I knew I was being silly.

“He’s not going anywhere, David” dad smiled, tussling my hair, “and remember, absence makes the heart grow fonder!”

Perhaps he was right, but Roman’s absence was making my heart hurt rather than grow fonder, and he laughed and sat down.

“Did you do it?” He asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Dad!” I groaned, feeling my cheeks burn.

“What?! It’s a big moment in my son’s life! I wanted to make a cake for it, but your mom said it wasn’t ‘appropriate’”.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes” I mumbled under my breath, “we did it”.

His hand slapped my shoulder and he sighed contently. “You’re a man now, David!” He said, “but tell me you used protection”.

The memory of Roman’s creamy load spilling from my butt hole throughout the night, dripping down my balls as I lay on my stomach, and pooling beneath me, popped into my head.

“Of course” I lied, because dad didn’t need to know everything.

Returning to school after the holidays was both a blessing and a curse. It took my mind off Roman briefly, but only until I’d let myself daydream and then we’d be back in Paris again, walking hand in hand, sharing kisses, cuddles and other naughty things. It was a brief respite, but when I really thought about it, it was quite silly, too.

I’d seen Roman every day since the trip. We’d even managed to spend an afternoon in his bedroom, naked and aroused, playing games with each other’s bodies that made us both gasp with pleasure.

He was an incredible lover, and I didn’t quite care that I had nobody to compare him to. I didn’t want anyone to compare him to. If Roman was my first, last and only, then I’d die happy. Roman was all I ever wanted and needed, and he was mine.

“You’re looking dashing today” he said, as I slid into his truck outside the school gates.

“I call it Lé Student Exhaustíd” I smiled, doing my best French accent and pulling on my seatbelt.

“Is Lé Student too Exhaustíd to come on a ride with me?” He asked, his eyes on the road as we drove.

I would have gone to the other side of the globe with Roman, regardless of how exhausted I was. I still found it hard to believe that we’d only known each other a few months, and yet I would have literally spent my entire life by his side. Perhaps Roman was magic. It was the only thing that made sense.

“Alright, close your eyes” he said, and I cocked a brow.

“I know where we are” I laughed, “I literally brought you here the first day we met”.

I looked over at the rusted gate, and beyond, where the grassy field had turned white, and soft flakes of snow fell from the thick, cotton clouds. It felt like a lifetime ago when Roman pulled down his shorts and flashed the city in the distance.

“Just do it, dipshit” he laughed, so I did and then I felt the warmth of a silk like fabric over my eyes, and he tied it at the back.

“Are you going to kill me now?” I asked, a smile on my face as he got out of the truck and opened my door, “that would be very Shakespeare”.

“Right?” He chuckled, leading me out into the cold.

I allowed him to lead me blindly across the grass, and it crunched under our feet. He pulled open the rusted gate, holding my arms as we walked, and then he stood me at the top of the hill. Snow and freezing air whipped across my face as I stood there. The wind whistled in the distance, and then he let me go.

I heard the ice break under his shoes as he stepped back and issued the command.

“You can take off the blindfold, Davey” he said.

I untied it with cold fingers and let it fall away by my side. The scene before me was as stunning as any I’d ever seen before. They grey mist clung to the trunks of the trees in the distance, and beyond, the city looked like a postcard. From up here, everything felt small and meaningless. From up here, the only thing in the world that meant something, was us.

Flurries of snow swirled across the frozen plains. The chilly wind made my flesh tingle and my eyes water, and the whole thing was as breathtaking as the night in the bedroom back in Paris.

“It’s beautiful” I mouthed, longing to feel Roman’s touch again, “it’s like a painting” I added, and turned to find nothing.

For the briefest of moments, my heart shattered into a million pieces, and then I looked down, and it repaired itself in an instant, and swelled with a feeling that even sex hadn’t given me.

“I know we’re young” he said, as flecks of snow attacked him, “and I know I might be crazy, but I’ve never loved anybody as much as I love you”.

It felt like the ice air had frozen me solid. I stared down at Roman on one knee, with his hands outstretched and a small black box being held up.

“Davey, you’ve made me happier in these few months than I’ve ever been before. Every morning I watch you leave for school, I do it with a smile on my face and a longing for you to come home in my heart. You’re the kindest, most beautiful soul, I’ve ever met, and I would be so very honoured to spend the rest of my life with you”.

Tears ran down my cheeks without my even noticing. The love that I had for Roman had been replaced by something, that, up until then, I didn’t even know existed. It was stronger than love. It felt more than love.

“Will you marry me, Davey?”