Evan tightens his red corset. The strings still tight, but loose enough for Jonathan to tighten them again. He adjusts his thong and then makes his way out of the bedroom and into the living room where Jonathan is; blindfolded. Evan grabs a hold of his wrists and pulls up the old man. Evan guides Jonathan with one hand while his other hand turns on some slow, but hot music. The younger man guides the birthday boy into the dark room. Evan lets go of Jonathan’s wrists, “Stay here and don’t take off the blindfold.”

Jonathan smirks, but nods to assure his boyfriend. Evan lays onto a spot in the dark room where he set up several lights and a bunch of roses. His small outfit matched the flowers. Evan lays all the way down with his arms out, “You can peek now,” he says in the most sexiest voice he can. Jonathan takes off the blindfold and instantly takes off all of his clothing with it. The grown man falls to his hands and knees and crawls over to Evan. The darker man teases Jonathan with the strings of his corset. His hands move down away from the red piece of clothing to the black thong of his. Jonathan grabs Evan’s hand before he can jack himself off. “Let me,” Jonathan demands, but Evan twists Jonathan’s wrists. Jonathan lets out a long groan of horniness, “Fuck.” Evan crawls over top of Jonathan, pushing him toward the ground. The older man only in his boxers with a bulge already peeking out of them. Evan’s lips graze his ear, “Let me take control birthday boy.” His soft whispers make chills go down Jonathan’s spine. “Okay,” he purrs back. Evan’s fingers run up and down Jonathan’s lower stomach, around his v-line. While Evan’s hands and lips move over Jonathan’s body slowly, the man himself pulls on Evan’s strings. Jonathan pulls them really hard one time and Evan gasps right into Jonathan’s ears. Jonathan chuckles deeply into the younger man’s ears. Evan then forces his hand down Jonathan’s boxers. The older man is now under the control of the younger. Evan smirks and makes his way toward Jonathan lips. The younger man kisses around Jonathan’s face and then right onto his lips. Jonathan smiles and waits for Evan to get lower. He’s surprised by the warmth of Evan’s tongue around his stomach area. Suddenly the 29 year old man pulls off the boxers of his love. Evan teases the birthday boy with his tongue touching the sensitive tip of Jonathan’s penis. Jonathan throws his arms open to the sides and groans in the lust building inside of him. The groaning of Jonathan makes Evan start up and down with his mouth. It surprises the photographer at how much the model can handle in his mouth.

Just because Jonathan’s “stuff” was released doesn’t mean his lust for sex was gone. The floor was covered with Jonathan’s cum and red roses. Jonathan pushes Evan onto the floor, nearly knocking the breath out of him. “I can have some fun with my model now,” Jonathan breathes onto Evan’s bright red ears. Jonathan unties Evan’s corset and flings it across the room and caresses Evan’s head with both of his hands. Jonathan and Evan have no space between their bodies or their lips. The two grind together in usion, dancing with their tongues. Jonathan’s hand slips into the only piece of clothing covering Evan’s junk. Their lips part for a split second as Evan gasps. As Jonathan’s hand moves Evan’s lips push harder against Jonathan’s. His hands are tight around his neck.

A few minutes pass and Evan’s gasping for air, and for other reasons. One of them being the fact his photographer’s hands were playing his body like an instrument. After the orgasam of the model the two lay flat on the ground, covered in roses, cum, and sweat. They both heavily breathe and stare at each other. Evan can’t help himself and roles over to the top of Jonathan. He runs his fingers through his brown hair while tasting his lips. Jonathan rubs his hands up and down his model’s body. Feeling it all over again. His hands lock onto Evan’s hips as they sway back and forth. Jonathan then wraps his arms around Evan’s waist. They roll over, giggling and kissing. They still cuddle, but Evan speaks up, “When do you turn 35?”

“Today butthead.”

Evan rolls his eyes, “No shit sherlock, I meant the specific time of day.” Jonathan giggles, the noise making Evan smile the hell out of the world. “Oh, I think at like 7:32 p.m,” Jonathan answers. Evan checks his phone, “We have a half an hour, you’re still 34.” Evan traces little patterns onto Jonathan’s chest. While Jonathan runs his fingers through Evan’s jet black hair. They lay there for the next 31 minutes, occasionally kissing.

The clock counts down the seconds before Jonathan is officially 35 years old. Evan watches his phone as the 31 changes to a 32. He looks into those blue eyes and smiles, “You’re 35 years old now Mr. H2O.”

“Well you’re only 5 years behind Mr. Vanoss,” Jonathan teases and kisses Evan on the forehead. Evan lays his head on Jonathan’s arm as he traces circles onto the younger man’s back. Evan stares into the deep blue eyes. He heavily sighs and smiles, “I love you Jonathan.” Jonathan looks down at his model’s dark eyes, he smiles and kisses him on the forehead once again, “I love you too Evan.” They spend the rest of the night with no space in between them. Along with both of them fangirling at little inside; they both said “I love you” for the first time to each other. Their relationship is growing wonderfully, and Evan turns 30 in 29 days.

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MUSICAL IS OVER AND LIKE I’M SAD.

I ALREADY MISS SITTING IN THE PIT AND SELDOM PLAYING MY TRUMPET.

I ALREADY MISS MY HOME SLICE, AND MY OTHER FRIENDS IN MUSICAL.

- H.C