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It was only an hour later when Lee found himself flat on his back with his heels dug into the cheeks of Richard’s ass, his fingers scraping the other man’s ribs as he was pounded into relentlessly. It was fast and hard, no romance or foreplay whatsoever, but Lee needed it rough just as much as Richard needed to give it to him so vigorously.
Richard was hammering Lee’s prostate with pinpoint precision. He had used his knowledge of the younger man’s body to target that bundle of nerves with the very first thrust of his cock, and had been pounding it relentlessly ever since, never once missing his target. Lee’s head was pushed far into the pillow, his neck stretched taunt and he could feel the headboard not too far above him, much closer than it had been when they had started.
Richard was braced above him, hands on either side of Lee’s shoulders. Lee was begging - begging - for his lover to go faster, harder, and Richard gave him a little more, his eyes wide open, refusing to miss even a minute trace of emotion that crossed Lee’s face. He managed to hold himself up with one arm, while the other reached down to touch Lee’s very sensitive cock, and just three strokes and he was coming, they both were, together. And even though it had just been barely an hour since the last time, this climax shared was just as intense, if not more so, than before. Lee clenched his jaw, as his body arched, the sound coming from him a long grunt that came from deep in his throat.
Richard was panting, breathing his name over and over again like a mantra, with the reverence of a prayer. They stayed this way for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, reluctant to move away from the other, regaining their breath. Finally Richard, his arms shaking from strain, pulled out, causing them both to hiss, and lay down next to Lee. The younger man, in a vain effort, found himself clenching his muscles tightly once again, trying to ebb the trickle of semen escaping from inside, but it was futile. The muscles were too stretched, too abused, to thwart gravity, so he gave up and allowed himself to relax once again.
They lay in silence for a few moments, just breathing. Finally, Richard spoke.
“I feel as if I should be begging for your forgiveness every second of every day for at least the next ten years,” he said, his voice a little hoarse.
Lee smiled, one arm thrown over his forehead. Ten years? That sounded promising to him. He swallowed hard. “I had already forgiven you. I woke up this morning and when I looked over at you, I forgave you in that moment.”
Richard shifted next to him, and when Lee removed his arm from over his eyes, he looked to find the Englishman facing him, his head propped up on an elbow. “How? How could you just let it go like that, after what I said and how I acted? I hurt you.”
Lee’s smile turned soft and he reached up to brush sweaty locks of hair from the older man’s forehead. He took a deep breath and it was not only a physical one, but a mental and emotional one. He looked Richard deep into his eyes and whispered: “You forgive the ones you love.”
The change that came over the other man was so profound and so instantaneous that Lee couldn’t help but watch in amazement. He could see the walls that had been in place, the ones too strongly built to crack, finally come tumbling down. Eyes going wide, Richard’s face softened, and the eyes, so blue and beautiful, were like the sky breaking through dark clouds.
He reached out and pulled Lee in for a kiss that was deep and profound, passionate, and so full of love that Lee felt tears sting his eyes at the beauty of it. When they pulled away to breathe, Richard once again looked into Lee’s eyes, and the American could so clearly see his every thought, emotion, dream, and belief that he felt the words before Richard even spoke them.
“I love you,” Richard said with conviction, sincerity, veracity, and ardor. It was so much truth to the words, so real and genuine that he perceptibly could not fathom why he had not said it before. “In fact, I am so in love with you it hurts, but in a good way. I am completely nuts about you. I love everything you do and the way you do it. I love everything about you and I don’t want a single thing to change. I love the way you smile and laugh. The way you move. I love the way you look at me.” It was like a dam breaking and everything he had ever wanted to say to this man and every emotion that he had held in check just flowed out of him, unable to stop, and he didn’t want it to. “I love how, for once in my life, I feel alive and I feel whole and it is because of you. I love how you see right to the heart of me and know me so well, sometimes better than I know myself it seems. And I thank heaven and God that you came into my life. And I can say with absolute certainty and sincerity that I will love you and all that you are for the rest of my life.”
Lee was so overcome by the words and earnestness and openness and enormity that all he could do was laugh and cry, pull the other man as close to him as possible and hold him, kiss him where he could reach and bask in the joy he felt.
“I love you,” Lee whispered, just as sincere as Richard had been. “I have loved you even when you didn’t know and now I amazingly love you even more.” Still holding the other man close, he whispered: “I was going to ask you, once the movies are done filming, if you would come and stay with me in New York. I know it is far from England, and that is your home, but I was hoping you would at least consider it. And if you like it, we could go and maybe look at houses outside of the city. Not too far, just where we could have some privacy and a yard for Carl and the other dogs we could adopt, and not anything too big or just too small, you know. Just right and maybe we can find one that you could do some work on or something because I know how much you like to do that sort of thing and then it would be ours and it would be home.” Lee was rambling, like he often did, but he couldn’t help himself.
Richard chuckled, his arms tightening around Lee even more. “You are right; it is far from London. But that is not longer my home. My home is wherever you are. And I would love that, to live with you, to be with you in our own house, and I would do whatever I had to do to make you happy. And we can have all the dogs you want.”
Lee began to laugh like a loon, he was so happy, and Richard followed him soon enough. Then they began to roll, with Lee coming out on top, and he kissed Richard with all the passion and love that he had and Richard kissed him back with the same.
Everything was going to be just fine. Better than fine. It was going to be perfect.