Love is a funny thing, isn't it? You think it's never gonna come to you-that you'll just sit in the dark, waiting forever. Then all of a sudden it peeks out of the darkness, bathing you in its light. It becomes bigger and bigger, taking in more people until everyone has love in them, around them, with them.

In fact, it's kind of like the sunrise that's beginning to show itself this morning. It's totally dark all night then out of nowhere the sun peeks out over the horizon and BOOM-it hits you! You're warm then and there's light all around you.

And Christopher is my sun. He's filled me with light, hope, warmth, love-everything a person could want or need, he's given me. He's absolutely beautiful-glowing, radiant just like the sun.

Wow, looks like I'm welcoming the sensitive poetic side of me this morning. I better be careful or everyone will find out that I'm not as dumb as I look. Better to just let them think I'm an animal without feelings, without emotions.

But Chris knows I'm not. He's seen through all of it since the beginning. I tried to hide it from him-let him think it was only ever about sex-but he's too damn perceptive.

I sit up in bed as I feel the sun finally hit the house-the window to this room. The curtain is open just a bit and a slanted ray of sunshine trickles through and hits me in the eye. I want to get up and open the window-to see the sunrise-but I can't. Chris knows when I leave the bed and he automatically wakes. And he needs his sleep today. I think I wore him out last night. I think I tend to do that after not seeing him for a few days.

Looking down at the body laying next to me, I can't help but grin. He always sleeps on his side, body facing me and curled up against me. His golden hair is falling into his eyes and caressing his gorgeous cheekbones. I watch his chest rise and fall for a moment and run my fingers across his arm-tan from the picnic we went on all day yesterday. I'm in awe of how perfect he is every time I stare at him like this. The smooth tan skin, shining blond hair, sky blue eyes-he really is a sun…my sun. The only thing missing is the rosy glow-but that comes at night when he flushes a bright pink after I make him cum. Then he's more complete and glowing than the sun could ever be. I shift and can feel the sun on my back now. It's brighter, stronger now and I resist the urge once again to get up and open the curtain all the way. I really don't want to wake Chris.

I start to lay back down next to him when a sudden loud beep sounds and I jump. What the fuck was that? I look over at the bedside table as it sounds again.

Alarm clock.

The digital red numbers flash seven a.m. at me and I groan. I don't remember either of us setting the alarm last night. I know I sure as hell didn't. I lean over the body next to me to shut it off before it beeps again.

A hand on my arm stops me. I look down into Chris' face as his eyelids flutter open. His blue eyes crinkle up in a smile as he looks into mine.

"Morning," he whispers.

"Did you set the alarm?"

He nods and stretches an arm out to turn it off before I do. I fall back on the bed and look at him.

He stretches his arms above his head and the sheets covering him slip down to expose the golden skin of his chest. His muscles tighten as I reach over, running a hand across his chest, down to his stomach. His eyes widen then light up as my fingers skim across his hips.

"Already, David?" he asks, licking his lips.

I prop myself on my other arm and smile down at him. His hair is falling into his eyes again and he doesn't bother to push it away. Neither do I. It's the perfect backdrop for his eyes. Blue and gold go perfect together. That's why God made the sun golden and the sky blue.

He starts to blush as my hand finds his cock and I smile more. Who needs the sunrise outside when I've got the perfect one right here next to me?

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