Free Rough Attraction by Talon P. S. Page A

cock, and you suck me. Let’s see if you still think I am a butch by the time we get to your place.” It was likely the rudest thing he’d ever said to Simeon but far less than what he was feeling inside. So when Simeon turned back to the window, watching as the city slipped by in silence, Maxum let it stay that way while he let his emotional grief chastise him. Knowing that if he was going to try one last time to make this work between them, he was going to have to put his hurts behind him.
     
    When they arrived at the artsy condominiums where Simeon lived in the heart of NoHo, New York, right away Simeon was back at it again running around rambling and, as always, Maxum didn’t try to keep up with what was wrong this time.
    “I’ve told Donta so many times, you have to mist the plants, not soak them. Now look, they’re all near death.” He waved his hand around at the wilting plants around his apartment.
    “Come here.” Maxum caught him in passing and drew him in.
    “But my plants?” his frustrated partner pouted. It was almost cute if taken out of context. To which Maxum tried.
    Maxum stepped up to pull his partner into the embrace of his arms. “We can water them together really quick. They’ll snap back.”
    Simeon thwarted the cuddling attempts and tossed his hands to highlight the condition of the plants, “They’re already over watered, Maxum.”
    “I’ll buy you new ones then. Just stop running around for a minute and let me hold you.”
    “Oh—” the sound idled down as he quizzically watched Maxum wrap around him then lowered to kiss him. Offering first a slow soft brush of his lips just how Simeon liked it. Letting the pillowy softness of his lips brush and press— brush and press— until he was teased into wanting more but when Simeon opened up for him Maxum dove in with a force that had Simeon squirming in his arms very quickly.
    Simeon finally wrenched free taking a stumbling step back, “Maxum, you’re hurting me.”
    “How did I hurt you?”
    “You know I don’t like the aggressive stuff when you force me.”
    “Force you? Simeon how is it I’m forcing you. I haven’t seen you in two weeks. I’d like to feel you against my body for a few minutes, catch up on some kissing. What is wrong with that?”
    Simeon cringed, then shook it off, “I suppose I over reacted.” He tried on a sullen face for him, “I guess I just forgot how overwhelming you can be.”
    “Was there someone else in California who touched you otherwise?”
    “No. Of course not.” Simeon made that fidgety twitch thing again, but Maxum couldn’t say for sure if it was guilt or something else that made him do it. Not that he was innocent to press for an answer this time. So he let it slide.
    “It’s just been awhile.”
    “Not that long Simeon. You didn’t forget. You’re just not into kissing anymore— or holding hands— or much anything else for that matter.”
    “Don’t say that.” his tone went up in a pathetic plea, “That’s just not true.”
    “Then come back here and let me finish kissing you.”
    Simeon rolled his lips a moment. Maxum could see he wanted to refuse but Maxum knew how to guilt him into surrendering some affection, because if it all vanished there was no sense in staying together. “You fuss if you think I didn’t miss you yet you won’t let me have you in my arms.” Simeon, let out a defeated sigh and reluctantly surrendered to his arms, pushing up on his toes to initiate the kiss between them. Maxum reciprocated but it wasn’t the same the second time around. He had to hold back what he wanted to put into it because what he wanted to give wasn’t acceptable— or welcomed.
    “Shall we go get something to eat?” Simeon suggested thinking that the one solitary kissing moment would suffice him and now they could go on to other things.
    “Not just yet.” Maxum smiled gently for his partner, “What do you say we just curl up on the sofa a bit first.” He’d