Izzy had built his life around Rob. He'd learned to live without Duff, and had successfully done so for the past 5 years. Life had become considerable easier after he left Guns n Roses. He could concentrate on caring for Rob, and distance himself from Duff. He bought a house in Indiana, just inside a small town. It was quiet and peaceful, which was good. It wasn't a mansion, but a nice home, large enough for the two men.
The brunette felt the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the blinds, gently bringing him away from dreamland. He groaned and rubbed his face into the pillow, his eyes fighting the urge to go back to sleep. He felt movement beside of him, his lover stirring.
"Morning." Rob mumbled, his voice husky and purely male.
"Sleep well?" Izzy asked, leaning in for a sweet kiss. The blonde nodded and propped his head up on his elbow, looking down at his partner.
"Good." Izzy's fingertips brushed gently against the drummer's cheek, admiring his beauty.
"Know what today is?" Rob moved so that he was laying on top of Izzy, their foreheads touching, their fingers linking and unlinking at their sides. The playful grin playing across the blonde's lips left Izzy wondering. Izzy arched an eyebrow and finally captured Rob's hands in his.
"You don't remember?" Rob sat up, straddling Izzy's waist, the smile never fading.
"Sorry babe. I don't." Izzy smiled himself, just seeing the happiness on Rob's face was enough for him.
"We've been together 5 years as of today."
Izzy's smile slowly faded. Neither of them really took dates seriously, but for some reason hearing that hurt. He suddenly felt the piercing cold night air against his skin as they sat on those cold metal stairs, smoking and pouring their hearts out to one another. He felt the coarse hotel sheets beneath him as he and Rob cuddled that first night together.
"Izz, you okay?"
He heard Rob's voice, but something caught in his throat and he couldn't respond. His mind was carrying him back to all those places he didnt want to be. He saw the hallway as he made the trip to Duff's room, knowing that Bas was in there, and Duff loved him.
"I love you Izzy." He could've sworn Duff was in the room somewhere, repeating that line over and over again.
"Babe, you okay?" Rob snapped his fingers and Izzy shook his head, his eyes focusing on the blonde. He looked around the room, his hand rubbing his arm in an attempt to hide the chill bumps.
"Umm, yeah," He nervously ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm fine. Sorry. I cant believe I forgot." Izzy swallowed hard and tried to push the thoughts out of his mind.
"It's okay. You don't have to remember." Rob leaned down and kissed Izzy before removing himself from the bed, striding across their bedroom completely nude. Modesty had long since been discarded. Vanity didn't seem to matter anymore either. The blonde went into their closet and emerged carrying a pair of jeans and a towel.
"Ima go shower," Rob paused, and watched Izzy sit on the edge of the bed, watching him right back, "wanna come?" He winked.
No. "Of course."
He followed his man into the bathroom, and into the shower where the inevitable occurred, just like it had nearly everyday they'd lived together.
Half a country away, Duff sat quietly talking with Slash in his dark hotel room. He had just recovered from a massive hangover, and Slash had been the one to hold his hair back as he prayed to the porcelain god's. Bas was gone, he'd been gone for nearly a year. Things had changed between them. The love changed to lust, and the lust soon went away too. They parted ways, both agreeing it was for the best. They didnt hate one another, they knew there was no point in that.
"I thought you were gonna stop drinking so heavily."
Duff opened one eye just enough to see his friend. "I was. Things change, man. You should know that."
Slash shook his head, raven curls flying about his face. "Things don't change this much, Duff. You're drinking yourself stupid every night again. I thought you quit that shit after your pancreas exploded."
The blond snorted and reached for the bottle of Jack sitting by the bed. "I obviously don't need the fucker if I'm still alive."
"Is that what this is about?" Slash knocked the liquor from his hand, sending the amber fluid spraying over them. "You trying to fucking kill yourself or something? Are you that depressed about fucking Bas and you?"
Again, Duff snorted. "No."
"Then what the fuck's been wrong with you? You've been moping around like a kicked fucking puppy or snapping everyone's head off!"
His friend's voice was causing a pain to start behind his eyes. "Do you have to yell so damn loud, Slash?"
The guitarist sat down with his head in his hands and heaved a huge sigh. "I just don't wanna see you kill yourself over him."
"I told you, it's not about Bas." Duff searched for his cigarettes on the nightstand but didn't find them. He got to his feet, steadying himself after a wobbly moment and began a more careful search for his pack. He wracked his brain for where he might've left them the night before.
"I know it's not about Bas. I'm not stupid, Duff."
"Then what the fuck are you talking about?" The bassist moved some scattered papers and finally found his smokes. Lighting one, he cast Slash a suspicious glance.
The darker man took a cigarette from Duff's pack and lit it before sitting back against the couch. "Izzy."
That one word sent shards of pain through the tall blond. He sucked in a deep breath and tried to laugh it off, but the sound was fake even to his own ears. "What about Izzy? I mean, yeah, I miss him. We all do. But Gilby's a competent guitarist."
"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it."
Duff turned his back on his friend, sucking in a lung full of smoke before exhaling slowly. His eyes burned, he wasnt sure if it was the alcohol working on him or something else more complicated. It sure seemed complicated to him.
"Slash, man I dont know what you want me to say." He whispered, knowing his voice would crack. He felt Slash's presence closer, and closer until he could smell his cologne and smoke and alcohol smell.
"I've watched you sit around and waste away to shit, and I'll be damned if I continue to watch it." Slash's voice was harsh and to the point. He meant every word he said, and he'd do anything to help Duff, but there was little he could do if he wasnt wanted.
"How did you know?" Came the blonde's hoarse voice, ashes falling to the floor from his smoke as it dangled between his fingers at his side. Slash ran his fingers through his hair and took a long drag off his own smoke.
"I just knew I guess. I think I knew before you did Duff." Slash chuckled, his hand now on Duff's shoulder. The blonde turned quickly, his hair flying around in response.
"You mean you know... everything?" His eyes were watery, and Slash knew he wanted to cry. He also knew Duff didnt want him to know that he wanted to cry, so he let it be. Instead he nodded, his dark eyes warm with sincerity. "Tell me what to do." He whispered, his bottom lip quivering. Slash watched the tall guitarists expression change from sadness and resentment to sheer confusion and terror. He looked away only long enough to lay his cigarette on the edge of the ash tray.
"I dont know that I can do that." When he turned his eyes back to Duff, he knew that was the wrong answer. "I can't tell you what to do Duff, what I'd do is completely crazy, illogical. That's not you--."
"Who the hell are you to tell me who the fuck I am?!?" Duff shouted, his booze hazed mind now doing things he'd normally never do. His hands flew to Slash's chest shoving him back several feet. Slash never lost his balance, never got angry. He looked away, wanting to tell Duff what he would do, but knowing that it would never work.
"Duff, dude I'm..."
"No, Slash. Fuck I'm sorry. I didnt mean--."
"I know, you're just a little fucked up right now. Hell I think we all are." Slash closed the gap between them once again, petting the side of Duff's face.
"I'm gonna die without him." Duff whispered, Slash's breath hot against his skin.
"I know."
"I've gotta go find him," He concluded, looking to Slash for some sort of acknowledgment, "gotta leave the band." Slash nodded, his curls falling back into his eyes.
"Do what you gotta do man, and when you've got your life straitened out, come find me, we'll all work something out. It's not the end Duff, it's only the beginning." Slash formed a small grin on his lips, the one he always flashed when he had something wicked in mind. Duff's own grin soon matched it. Slash was right, it was only the beginning.
Duff sat in his car staring at the quaint house in front of him. He was still trying to find the nerve to go knock on the door. His hands were clenching and un-clenching on the steering wheel as he ran through the possible scenario's in his head. He lit a fresh cigarette with the almost burned up one in his hand and let his head fall back against the seat. It was now or never but God he wished he'd brought a bottle of something. A little false courage would be great right then.
With a sigh he got out of the car and slowly made his way across the street to the house. There were two cars parked in the driveway. Both of them were home. His steps faltered on the pavement. Maybe he should leave and come back later when Izzy was alone. "No! I've got to do this now." With renewed purpose he finished the walk up to the door and pounded on the wood forcefully. He heard footsteps nearing the door, or was that his heart pounding in his ears? He gulped and watched the door handle turn in slow motion. The hinges creaked, as it opened. A pair of familiar dark eyes fell upon him, turning wide. Izzy almost screamed. He couldnt believe his own eyes. He watched the blonde's fidgeting hands, and his shifty eyes with both fear and curiosity.
"Um, hey, Izz. How's it going?" The tall blond ran a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. He mentally kicked himself for his ability to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. He could only hope Izzy would give him the time of day.
"Duff? I'm, uh fine," He shook his head, bringing himself back to the now, opening the door wider, " What're you doing here, Duff?"
"I... I really don't know." Duff let out the breath he was holding. "Wait, yes I do...Can I just come in and talk to you for a few minutes?"
The brunette stared into his deep wondrous eyes for a moment, completely entranced in the past. He held Duff when those same eyes cried for Bas, and now they cried for another reason.
"Yeah, course." Izzy stepped back to let Duff in past him, closing it when he was inside. The brunette gestured to the living room where Duff took a seat on the couch, his hands fidgeting in his lap. "Want something to drink?" His voice was filled with false hospitality. He wanted answers.
"Uh, no. Thanks." Duff stood again and paced a little, trying to collect his thoughts. "Izzy--"
"Who was at the door, babe?" Rob poked his head in the room, his face falling as he spotted the ex-Guns member. "Oh, hey Duff."
Duff's mouth went dry and he felt like he could throw up his liver right there on the hardwood floor. Izzy nor Rob had changed a bit, and the word babe, Rob calling his man babe, made his stomach churn.
"Rob," he choked, doing his best at a halfway decent greeting, "umm... I'm just-- Can I just--..." Izzy had been unable to tear his eyes away from the man since he'd opened the door. His lean body looked as good as it did five years ago. He still looked amazing in all black, and he'd apparently gotten a new leather jacket to match. Rob glanced over at his lover, seeing his mouth gaped open, his fingers lacing and unlacing themselves nervously. His brown hair had fallen from the holder it was previously in and now framed his puppy-like eyes. The drummer looked from Duff, the man he had battled for Izzy's affection for 5 years, to Izzy, the man he loved.
"Umm... I'm just gonna give you guys some privacy. I'll be in our room." He left the room, making his way up the stairs. Duff watched after him, even after he was out of sight until he heard the door close above them.
"Duff," The name rolled off his tongue softly, "what--."
"No, dont speak. Dammit I gotta get something out and what I'm gonna say, you may hate me for because I'm such a jackass," He paused, taking a breath and beginning to pace once again, "I fucked up, I fucked up big time. I dont know why I didnt know it then. I've beat myself up for it for the past 2 years. I've nearly killed myself and if I knew I didnt have a chance in hell, then I would've... fucking blown my brains out--."
"Duff," Izzy stepped in his path, a hand on each shoulder to steady him, "what are you talking about?" Their eyes met and Duff felt safe again, the touch familiar and warm.
Duff leaned foward without thinking, wanting to feel more of the touch. He caught himself at the last minute and straightened up again. "I need you, Izzy. I need you like I need to breath. I haven't been able to breath right since you left."
"Duff, I...I don't know what to say."
"Say you need me as much as I need you." Duff's heart was in his eyes and Izzy was lost in the depths. Without thinking of any possible consequences he leaned forward and sealed their mouths together. The kiss was full of 5 years of repressed emotions and Duff's hands tunneled through his hair to hold him close. When they parted Izzy sighed soflty and let his head fall to the taller man's chest. His heart felt full, for the first time in a long time. He felt completely whole. It had all happened so fast. He hadnt been there five minutes and Izzy had already been sucked back into his beautiful light.
"Oh God! What about Rob?" He pulled back to rub his hands down his face. "I've gotta go talk to him." Duff's fingers wrapped around Izzy's wrists pulling his hands from his eyes.
"Do you need me to leave?"
"No." Izzy shook his head violently and clutched the shirt under his hands. "Stay right here, please. I'm afraid if you leave I'll find out this has all been a figment of my imagination."
"You sure you dont want it to be?" Duff's forehead touched Izzy's only momentarily.
"Did I not tell you, that I'm yours, no matter what?"
"I missed you." Duff's fingertips brushed against Izzy's cheek. The brunette captured the hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly before taking a step back.
"I'll be back." He whispered, backing toward the stairs and holding Duff's hand until he was out of reach. He turned and ascended the stairs, Duff not taking his eyes off him. He still after five years managed to take his breath away. His black jeans outlined his perfect body, and his open button down shirt still clung to tiny frame while his long brown hair captivated his senses. It had all happened so fast. He didnt get the chance to even beg for forgiveness for choosing Bas over him. Izzy let him in, and wouldn't let him back off. It was good though, it felt so good.
There was a soft knock at the door, and Rob turned just in time to see Izzy poke his head inside.
"Hey." Rob smiled and turned back to his current task.
"Can we talk?" The brunette entered the room, closing it behind him and approaching the drummer.
"Sure." He replied without turning around. Izzy peaked over his shoulder, now seeing what he was busy at. There was a suitcase laid open on the bed. Rob filled it full of clothes, and was busy folding a t-shirt when Izzy spoke next.
"Rob... what--."
"It's been absolutely wonderful Izzy," he turned, his hands on his boyfriends shoulders, "but I can't compete with him." He leaned over and kissed Izzy's cheek, puzzling the guitarist.
"How did you know?" Izzy asked, his voice low. Rob smiled sweetly and ran his fingers through Izzy's hair.
"I knew from day one. I guess I just thought I could make you love me," Izzy's eyes fell to the floor but Rob's fingers beneath his chin brought his gaze back up, "but if you cant love me, then go and be in love with him." He finished his statement with a soft kiss to Izzy's lips.
"Thanks Rob." Izzy backed away, giving his friend room to turn and zip up his luggage.
"No, thank you." The blonde smiled, their eyes lingering before Rob headed out of the room, his suitcase in his hand. Izzy followed behind him. Duff saw Rob before Rob saw him, but when he did, he paused, setting the case down on the floor and walking into the living room. Duff stood from the seat he'd taken on the sofa and waited for his tongue lashing.
"I just wanted to say a few things to you," Rob tossed his long hair over his shoulder, "He never told me he loved me. In five years he never said he loved me. You were always the one. He never forgot you. It was always you." Duff's eyes shot to the brunette halfway down the stairs. He couldn't believe that after all he'd done, Izzy never broke his promise.
"Will you love him, better than I ever could?" Rob asked, his eyes threatening Duff's life if he ever hurt Izzy.
"I'm gonna try." Duff's voice came out raspy and hoarse, full of anticipation to hold Izzy in his arms. The blonde nodded and turned, heading out of the room, pausing in front of Izzy at the foot of the stairs.
"Good luck." He leaned over to kiss his friends cheek before dragging his suitcase to the door and closing it with a resounding click behind him. This was it. They were alone, and together.
Duff couldn't help but feel relieved having Rob gone. He finally had Izzy to himself, the way it should've been all along. Izzy watched the closed door, wondering if this was really the way he wanted it.
"Izz." He heard a soft voice. He turned slowly and let his eyes fall upon Duff for the first real time since he'd poured his heart out. When Duff had locked on to his eyes, he nodded, directing Izzy to come to his open arms. A small smile accompanied the former Gunners stride as he wrapped himself in the warm embrace he'd so terribly longed for. Duff's long arms enveloped Izzy's smaller frame and pulled him to his chest. He took a deep breath, smelling shampoo and soap and Izzy all wrapped up into one heady scent. "I love you, Izz."He whispered, his lips touching brown hair as he spoke.
Izzy turned in the circle of his arms and slid his hands up to rest behind the blond's neck. "I love you, too Duff. Now kiss me."
Duff gladly complied, bending down to press their lips together in a hard kiss, his tongue begging entry into Izzy's mouth. The smaller man opened up and their tongues fought for dominance while exploring the contours of each other's mouths. Their bodies were finally fully feeling the effects of the long period of distance. Duff's hands were everywhere, running up and down his back, cupping his ass and pulling him closer to feel his aching erection. "This is how much I want you, Izz." He ground his hips forward; the groan he received was music to his ears. He walked them to the couch and turned to sit and pull Izzy into his lap.He was prepared to be Izzy's man tonight.
The brunette straddled his thighs and leaned back to yank at the shirt Duff was wearing. Duff grinned and unbuttoned it, one painful button at a time. Izzy groaned and as soon as the final button was open, he tore the garment from the blonde's chiseled upper body. It came off and was thrown to the floor. Izzy ran his smaller hands over the pale expanse of flesh, stopping to tweak his nipples as he went. Duff's head fell back and he whimpered a little. He had waited too long for this touch. He felt like all the demons haunting him for his bad choices were slowly melting away.
"Duff, you dont know how much I missed you." Izzy whispered, his voice hot, and his lips attacking the blonde's neck. He was practically ravaging Duff!
"Mmm dammit Izzy." He growled, his nails gently grazing the smaller mans back. The small moans and whimpers of pleasure only drove Izzy to extreme heights. He licked his way up behind Duff's ear, taking his lobe between his teeth and biting. Duff's lips parted and he sucked in some of Izzy's brown locks. He was turned on to no end, and the tight black jeans Izzy was wearing wasn't helping either of their conditions. With one more spine tingling flick of the tongue, Izzy had Duff practically crying. He'd waited too long, and he couldnt wait anymore. He stood, draping Izzy over his shoulder and walking as steadily as he could to the stairs.
"Where's the bedroom?" He asked, his hand on Izzy's rear end to keep him from falling.
"First door on the right love." He replied, playfully smacking Duff's ass. "Great view by the way." Duff grinned and ascended the stairs, anxious to the tenth power.
He shoved open the first door on the right and, still grinning like a madman, dumped Izzy on the bed. "So much for romance, huh Duff?"
"You want romance, Izzy? Then romance you shall have." Duff gently peeled the open shirt off the thin shoulders, stopping to kiss exposed bits of skin here and there. His fingertips ghosted up the lean arms, making Izzy shiver in response. He was urged to lay back on the bed as Duff unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, careful not to catch the bulge under the material. Somehow he'd known his Izzy would be comando for him. Duff couldn't stop the smile that spread over his face as he slid the denim from the thin legs and tossed them to the side. That being done he knelt between Izzy's spread legs and started to worship. His strong fingers kneaded the muscles in the brunette's calves, working his way up to his thighs. Izzy sighed, propping his hands under his head so he could watch.
"Mmm, beautiful." He drawled. Duff smiled and leaned down to kiss all the way up one of Izzy's thin legs.
"Anything you want, name it." The blonde whispered, his lips never leaving the brunette's skin. Those words, those few surrendering words uttered from Duff's mouth gave Izzy all the satisfaction he needed. He was in control of Duff's heart, and he cared for him. The guitarist repeated his phrase several more times before he reached his lovers hip. His hot breath radiated against Izzy's flushed skin. He fought to keep his eyes open and his composure compiled, but it all went to hell when those full pink lips slid over the head of his leaking cock.
"Mmm Duff." A deep throaty moan escaped, and his fingers dug into the sheets beneath his body. His moans and cries of pleasure only increased as Duff payed more attention to his aching erection. A hot wet tongue ran up the underside of it, lapping at the precum already gathering at the tip. Duff's name rolled off Izzy's lips at least a dozen times before his body began to act differently than his mind. His body drove him to achieve sexual satisfaction in the form of release. His mind told him, it's time to please the man of your dreams. He felt the familiar burning in the pit of his stomach, and immediately his fingers flew to the massive amount of blonde hair.
"Duff... " He whimpered. Duff stopped immediately, knowing he'd done enough. "Come kiss me." Izzy's fingers tightened in his lovers hair, enough to bring him up so that their tongues could clash in a battle of intensity. Their touch was gentle but their romance was blazing. Their lips lingered a moment, after the searing hot kiss was over.
"You're amazing." Duff whispered, his nose against Izzy's. The brunette blushed, only proving Duff's comment to be true. He smiled, and wrapped his arms around the larger man's neck.
"I love you," He chuckled and kissed Duff lightly, "I love you..." He repeated rolling Duff over and pinning him to the mattress. Their lips touched once again, and this time it said something different. It said I need you, I love you, I want you, I care for you, and I cant live without you.
Duff gasped under the onslaught of so much emotion wrapped up in one kiss. By the time Izzy released his mouth he was breathless and panting. He felt dizzy and all he could do was stare lazily into Izzy's now fiery eyes.
"Duff, please...I need you inside me now." Izzy whispered, nipping his lovers ear. Duff swallowed hard and groaned when he felt Izzy's hips grinding against his. His cock strained against his tight black pants. He not only wanted to make love to Izzy, he needed to... and soon.
"Anything." He managed through ragged breathing. Izzy grinned and snaked down Duff's lean body, his hands fumbling with the button and zipper until they cooperated with him. He moved down farther to pull Duff's boots off and toss them to the floor. Soon they were joined by a pair of leather pants, and soon accompanied by his briefs. The cool air against Duff's hot skin sent chills down his spine. Duff got to his knees, mirroring Izzy's position. His arms flew to the smaller mans waist and pulled their nude bodies together in another needy passionate kiss. Skin on skin contact felt good, especially with someone like this.
"God, Duff, I need you now." Izzy whispered breaking free and leaning sideways to retrieve a bottle of cherry flavored lubrication from the night stand drawer. Duff took it from him and gently directed him to lay on his stomach on the bed in front of him. Duff leaned down and ran his hands over the round of Izzy's ass. His hand moved up the contour and curvature of his back.
"You're even hotter than I ever imagined." He whispered, kissing the small of Izzy's back. He felt Izzy chuckle beneath him before squirming impatiently. The blonde coated his fingers with the pink liquid, the fruity scent filling his nostrils, and slowly massaged the oil into Izzy's skin. He slipped one finger inside and pumped in and out a few times, basking in the noises coming from his lover's throat.
"Shit." Izzy cursed when another finger joined it. He wasn't terribly tight, after all he had had sex with Rob before, though not often.
"Enough! Shit Duff, just fuck me dammit!" He cursed, his voice muffled from its spot in the mattress.
It was more than Duff could take. He quickly coated his leaking erection and positioned himself at Izzy's tight entrance. Izzy closed his eyes, knowing what was ahead. He thought he was ready, thought he could handle it. He thought he was well adjusted, but he had no idea just how large Duff was compared to Rob. He grunted as the head entered his body. Duff paused, feeling Izzy tense around him.
"If I hurt you tell me, okay?" He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on the brunette's shoulder. Izzy nodded, ready for movement again. Duff steadied himself and started to push inward slowly. Izzy sucked air in through clenched teeth, in a mixture of pain and the anticipation of the pleasure that would follow.
"Shiiiiiiit..." Was just the beginning of a string of curses emitting from his mouth. Duff smiled and tried his best to be gentle. He continued to invade the man of his dreams until he was buried completely. They held the position for a moment, both forcing themselves to regain composure and adjust.
"Mmm move baby, fucking move." Izzy growled, his body breaking out in a thin layer of sweat.
Duff leaned down and bit at his lover's earlobe.
"Anything for you." Duff pulled his hips back and slid back in slowly, relishing the tightness surounding him. It had always been the other way around with him and Bas, so this was a first for him. He wanted to make it good for Izzy too. His Izzy deserved the best. Bracing himself on his hands beside the brunette's head he started an easy rhythm that quickly had them both panting. Izzy slid his knees beneath him so he had some leverage to thrust back against Duff, making the contact that much sweeter. The position also put them at a better angle for Duff to reach Izzy's sweet spot. He knew exactly when he did as Izzy's upper body yelped and collapsed to the bed.
"Fuuuck," Izzy groaned and almost ripped the sheets in his hands. Duff grinned and gripped his hips tightly, starting to slam into him.
"Come on, baby." He reached around and gripped his dripping cock in a tight fist, jerking it to match his pistoning hips. "Cum for me, Izz. God, you're beautiful." The smaller man's moans were reaching a fevered pitch, bordering on screams as Duff continued to assault his prostate and cock at the same time. "That's it. Tell me how much you love it."
"Almost...fucking... there...shiiiiit...DUFF!" Izzy exploded over Duff's hand and his own chest when he couldn't the immense pleasure anymore. He felt his own inner muscles contracting around Duff's large cock, milking the orgasm from the larger man. A loud, open mouthed moan as he went rigid, spilling inside the love of his life. Duff continued to pump himself until he was empty. Their breathing was ragged, and their bodies smelled of sweat and sex. Izzy was trembling ever so slightly beneath Duff's body.
"Duff." Came his small weak voice.
"Yeah?"
"Please come hold me." He whispered, his mind racing, his heart pounding. Duff pulled himself out and crawled up to collapse beside of the brunette. Izzy grabbed the top sheet from the bed and wiped his chest lazily, tossing the soiled garment to the floor. He moved to lay against Duff's chest, his face burying into his shoulder.
"You okay?" Duff tipped his lovers chin up, reading his mind through his now glazed eyes. He linked their fingers and noted the quivering bottom lip.
"I am now." He replied, nuzzling Duff's neck, kissing the soft flesh gently before moving to kiss his full pink lips just as gently. Duff sighed and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, his chin resting on a sea of brown locks.
"Duff?"
"Hmm?" The blonde was nearly asleep when his lovers smooth voice snapped him back to reality.
"You're staying with me, right?" Duff looked down, shocked. Izzy's gaze was full of fear, fear of hearing the wrong thing.
"For as long as you'll have me." Duff replied with a smile and a kiss to the forehead.
"I already told you years ago, Duff. I'll love you forever. I don't want you to leave again. Ever." Izzy softly ran a finger down the contours of Duff's cheek as if memorizing every inch of it.
"Then I never will. You're stuck with me now, Izz."
"Thank God!"