February 2017
25 years old Alan
Alan fell asleep for four hours, still held by Dominic who didn’t move. He didn’t plan on moving, no, he just wanted to check up on his kids but each time he tried to slid out, Alan’s hold on his shirt tightened and the man frowned and shifted even closer, burying his nose in Dominic’s shirt. As he lay there, softly stroking Alan’s arm, he wondered what in heaven’s name he was doing with the man he had hired to take care of his children. Why did he want to always hold Alan? Why does he feel like giving him a kiss on his forehead and on his lips anytime he sees a frown on the man’s face?
Dominic bends his head a little and presses a kiss to Alan’s hair, wanting to bury his face in the man’s hair and breathe in his citrus scent. He keeps stroking the man’s
