Rhys was tempted to join Rafael in the shower, but he couldn’t make himself move from the bed, as weak as he was from his orgasm. He lay still, catching his breath, with a happy smile on his face. Who would have thought the initial disaster his trip had been would turn out like this?
Rafael emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, his dark skin glistening with droplets of water which he hadn’t bothered to dry off. Rhys stared unashamedly as a tiny rivulet formed in the middle of Rafael’s chest and traveled quickly down his torso, eventually disappearing into his bush of black pubic hair. Rhys unconsciously licked his lips and Rafael laughed.
“You look like you want me for breakfast.”
“I want a photograph of you,” Rhys blurted. “If that’s okay.”
“So you can remember me? Sure. You want it like this?” Rafael winked and stood still in the middle of the room.
“Hmm…yeah.” Rhys rolled to the side of the bed and picked up Rafael’s phone from the top of the cabinet. He opened the camera function and took three shots of Rafael; one close up of his face and two of his whole body, wet and sexy and beautiful. Rafael dried his hands and took the phone from Rhys.
“Oh, no, Rafael, I’m not very photogenic,” Rhys protested. He felt his face flush.
“Not very…?” Rafael’s brow wrinkled into a puzzled frown. “You are very hot. I want a picture to remember. You have three.”
“Okay, then. If you insist.” Rhys fiddled with his hair, hoping it wasn’t too messy from sleeping and fucking. Then he arranged himself on one side, his head propped up on his hand. “Go on, then, I’m ready.”
Rafael took a single picture and Rhys reminded himself to email the photos of the Brazilian to himself later. Then he took his turn in the shower while Rafael got dressed.
About the author
Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the Church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered Fan Fiction in her late twenties.
Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.
Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.
Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.