All Chapters of CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MICAH When I woke up the following morning, I was in my bed. The blankets had been pulled all the way up to my chin. Shoes sat in their usual place on the floor. A glass of water stood on my night table, leaving a ring on the surface. I had no recollection of standing up from the dining table, no recollection of going up the stairs, no recollection of anyone touching me. Just the fact: I was here and Blaze wasn’t. It was there, filling up my chest and pressing against my ribcage…the feeling of missing him. Days started to blend together one after another. Morning light, empty kitchen, same chair and same table. Corridors sounding too loud because of the lack of someone else’s footsteps. Night coming with no sign of the front door being opened. Waking up alone, eating alone, walking the halls alone, going back to a bed which smelled of sandalwood if I pressed my face into the pillow strongly enough. I missed him to the point of scaring myself. The pain sank deep into my bon

BLAZEMy hands were moving before my mind was catching up, gliding underneath the shirt that he wore and pulling it off. It got stuck in his ears, but I threw it away somewhere into the room, not caring about where exactly. All that mattered now was him.Micah's chest was going up and down rapidly, making fast, shallow breaths. The blush that began from his neck started to spread lower, down to his collarbones, as though somebody was pouring wine on his chest. His eyes were wide open, but there was no fear in there. Fear was certainly there, nervousness and being overwhelmed as well. There was something more in there, though, something very deep. It was complete and utter trust, making my chest feel like it was squeezing."Lie down," I whispered, pressing my palm to his sternum and lowering him gently to the mattress.He was lying down obediently. His black hair was spread across the white pillow. His hands were playing nervously with each other at his sides, so I grasped both of his

BLAZEI stopped for a moment to look at him.“You’re crying.”He swallowed and spoke softly. “Because it’s wonderful, it’s so wonderful. I’ve never felt like this.”My lip started to bleed as I bit it. I wanted to tear him into pieces, to thrust myself inside him and make him forget his own name. But I fought back. Only his first time. Just his first time. I would do everything to make it perfect, even to the death.“You’re amazing,” I gasped. “Goddamn, you’re boxing me so good. You’re so tight, Micah. You're so perfect. I’ve dreamed of this, of you… for so long. I have dreamed about this. But it’s better than the dream.”He cried and went towards me, hugging me in such a way that stars came out from his eyes.“I’m so… I’m near, Blaze. I’m coming, I’m…”“Do it, baby. Let me feel you come.”He came in a hurry. He vaulted from the bed, his mouth wide in an unrestrained scream, his inner muscles compressing my dick with such a forceful rhythm that I was going to climax too. I fought agai

BLAZE He patted his lips and nodded. The outside of the shirt hung over his shoulders as if it were custom made, and it was…more or less…based on the measurements I'd taken from him when he'd been asleep two weeks ago. The trouser legs perched down over his hips as if they were made just for him. When he turned to look at his reflection, he inhaled sharply.“I don’t look like a priest,” he said softly.“You look like you, you mean. The…you that doesn't hide behind the collar.”We looked at each other through the glass. Some kind of understanding, an agreement. Then he turned back, this time toward me, as he stepped straight into my arms.“Thank you,” he said, curling his breath into my chest. “For all of this. For everything.”I pressed my lips to his head. “You have yet to see anything.”~The resort was forty minutes from the city, tucked between two small hills that cut off the city noises. The only sounds that could escape were the songs of birds and wind whistling through oaks,

JEREMY What the hell had I just agreed to?Lord knows I wanted to part ways with Damien so bad but it was impossible. He had me on a lock down. The sex, the money and this nice home I had over my head. Damien kept my bills gone but…“Screw it!” I cursed. I walked back and forth across the living room of my apartment for the third time in ten minutes, feeling slightly sticky with my feet stuck to the cheap laminate flooring every time I made a turn near the window. The half-closed blinds prevented me from being watched but at the same time I kept opening them just to look outside. My cell phone lay face-up on the kitchen counter where I had thrown it right after we got off the call. My stomach was knotted so tightly that I had to stop and lean against the refrigerator. It was cool to the touch even through my t-shirt. “Think, Jeremy. Think. What do I do next?” I ran my fingers through my hair until they stood up in all directions and forced myself to go and sit down on the edge of