Tell Me That I'm Yours

By Duma Odimm

Sequel to A Heartfelt Connection. This installation continues to follow Garry and Morgan's love affair.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312652736

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Tell Me That I'm Yours

Tell Me That I’m Yours

Duma Odimm

DunnBourne Publishing Company

© 2014

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This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Book and cover design by Tad Lightbourne

First Printing: 2014

ISBN  978-1-312-65273-6

Copyright © 2014 by Duma Odimm

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

For

My lovely husband GWL, my dear friends Bruce, Dehaven & James, my beagle cuddle buddies Desmond and Daxton, for making this book possible and for all the men that actually take the time to find true love and romance in their lives…

Thank you. Without your support and patience, I would have never achieved my dream.

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank my teachers, my editor GWL, my creative writing course classmates, and my family without whose help this book would never have been completed.

Thank you for your patience and guidance, your use of the editor’s red pen…

Finally, I must thank all of you who buy books. It means so much to me and it is the reason that I get the courage to express myself in words daily.

One

As the taxicab pulled up on 70th Street and Broadway, Garry finally felt safe and more at ease. He knew Morgan would be expecting him and he would once again feel safe and loved. As the taxi pulled into the driveway of the building, Morgan was standing in the lobby looking worried.

Garry got out of the cab and Morgan grabbed him in an embrace that told him he was safe. Morgan anxiously paid the driver, took the bags and swept Garry through the lobby to the elevators. Once inside, he dropped the bags, pulled Garry close and kissed him passionately.

The world around them disappeared as Morgan spoke, holding Garry in his arms.

You know I need you. I know what you mean to mean to me and I hope I mean the same to you. I am never letting you get away from me again. You are going to stay here with me until I get back from DC. Then we are going to make permanent arrangements to be together.

Garry was shocked but not surprised.

Morgan was the man he had always hoped for and now the dream was coming true. All of the events of the past few days made Garry realize more than ever how much he need stability and focus in his life. Morgan could provide the guidance and support he had always needed.

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They held hands quietly under the table and shared plates of Japanese food as traffic sped up Amsterdam Avenue outside the restaurant.

Morgan was not really hungry, but more entranced by Garry’s presence.

Morgan had to admit that he was a little scared. This had all happened so fast. Morgan was still dealing with his own demons, although since he met Garry, he was drinking less and it seemed like he was working more. Now that he had shaved his head, the industry response to his looks was even better. He looked more hip and younger than his actual years. He actually credited all this to Garry and his influence. Garry was easy to love.

Garry stopped and dragged Morgan into a one hour photo store where they took a picture of themselves as a couple. Garry stood in front of Morgan and Morgan circled his arms around Garry’s waist. Garry was nervous because he knew Morgan was used to taking pictures professionally.  The puzzled sales girl, who probably thought they both were handsome, was a little taken aback as they embraced.  They didn’t care. Now she had seen it all.

They waited to see the results of their photo and while they waited they looked at frames and display units.

Morgan was happy to have this impulsive young spirit in his life, forcing him to move past his depression to take a new look at his life and the possibilities that lie ahead.

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Outside the apartment, the driving rain pounding against the windows muffled the street noises of the day. It had been a dark, gray day, complete with a cool dampness that made people want to stay inside and ignore their lives for the day.

Morgan had still been unnecessarily fighting with his own personal demons. He knew this was not completely fair to Garry and was trying to avoid him. He had only been home for a few hours, but in his mind, he still needed to process his feelings.

Garry called and tried to get Morgan to come out of the apartment, but Morgan was still in bed, feeling lost and despondent. Garry instinctively knew talking to Morgan in this state was like prying bent rusty nails from a old wooden board.

Morgan was puzzled and anxious about seeing Garry again. He knew he was totally in love with Garry, yet he still felt worried. How could he have allowed himself to get involved with such a young man at his advanced age? If their relationship was to survive, how could he provide for him and how would he be able to protect him?

Finally, Garry broke through Morgan’s dark moodiness and invited himself over to Morgan’s apartment, where they could possibly just sit and talk.

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Morgan looked drained as if he hadn’t slept when Garry entered the apartment. His eyes were puffy and swollen as if he had been crying all night. He had.

Morgan was disheveled and he was still looking like he needed to take a shower to awaken his body. He was distant and pensive, trying to protect Garry from his thoughts that were making him crazy and insecure. His week had been successful work-wise, but all of the unnecessary drama and confusion left him feeling confused. Certainly, he was not in any mood to make a commitment to anyone.  He wanted so badly to take care of Garry, knowing he had probably stumbled upon the love of his life, yet he was clueless as to what he wanted or needed.

Morgan refused to leave the apartment, thinking it would just be another desperate, lonely night filled with too much alcohol and personal misunderstandings.

This time the tables had turned. Garry usually was in need of protection. Now Morgan had emotionally stumbled in front of him and Garry needed and wanted to be there for him.

Morgan let Garry in and without greeting him properly, walked over to the large easy chair in his underwear, where he slumped with his back turned to Garry, looking outside the window onto the terrace and the gray skies above the cityscape horizon. Morgan now had something to hide.

Aside from his regularly scheduled work, he had been auditioning all week, going frantically from appointment to appointment. The agency was really keeping him out there in front of the producers that kept them all financially successful. Morgan always felt a deep sense of responsibility for his career and usually made every effort to always stay on top of his game.

He got everything done in his appointment book, yet the phone had now stopped ringing and he felt lonely, drained, tired and empty. As usual, the battery of auditions had taken all of his strength and most of his personal resolve. Exhausted, Morgan knew at this point he just couldn’t escape the looming feelings of depression he was fighting without outside help.

Morgan was also still reeling from his bookstore encounter with Norman. It had been years since they had seen each other and Norman was now all man. Norman was queer, out, freaky and bold.

As Garry walked into the room, he felt some of Morgan’s distant emotional pain and wondered what could be so disheartening. He knew Morgan was always the picture of masculine vitality and health. Why was he always having these deep mood swings that left him emotionally paralyzed and uncommunicative?

Garry had deliberately started the sensual exchange when he saw that Morgan was troubled and anxious. Looking down on him from above, Garry sat on the arm of the wing chair facing Morgan. He placed the palm of his hand in the middle of Morgan’s forehead and slowly began to palm and grip the muscles of his cranium, paying particular attention to his newly shaved temples and his scalp. Morgan immediately relaxed, submitting to the gentle, yet persistent pressure. Garry’s hands were strong and insistent as he traveled from Morgan’s scalp down the back of his neck and onto his broad shoulders, his back and his hairy chest.

Morgan doubled over at the waist to accommodate the pressure and stretch to his spine. Garry had tried just to talk to Morgan to explain his confusion, but now, the message was all in his touch, persistent yet loving.

Morgan arched his back and gave Garry complete access to his muscular, hairy chest as he gently rubbed his fingers beneath the hair on his pectoral muscles. Garry’s fingers lightly stroked and grazed over Morgan’s nipples, which were always sensitive to touch. His intention was not to get Morgan sexually aroused, but instead to massage him and to personally relieve some of his pain. Morgan’s thick neck stretched back so the back of his head touched the top of his upper back and his chest and abdomen elongated upwards. From the strong and insistent touch of Garry’s hands, Morgan could feel the strain of his newly formed erection against the crotch of his underpants and he felt the muscles of his thighs tighten and harden as he pressed the balls of his feet firmly against the floor. Morgan began to breathe deeply for the first time since returning home and he allowed himself to fully submit to Garry’s desire to control.

Garry took Morgan by the hand, pulled him from the easy chair and led him to the bedroom. They took off their clothes, with Garry undressing Morgan slowly and seductively. Morgan continued to breathe heavily and deeply as Garry’s gentle hands caressed and persuaded him to forget his worries.  Garry laid Morgan back on the bed, turned him on his side like a baby and then he took off his own clothing and crossed to the other side of the bed. He got in the bed also and laid on his left side, spooning himself around Morgan’s back as he threw his right thigh over Morgan’s hips. He wanted to smother the man with his body weight and as he ran his hand up Morgan’s abdomen to his chest, he pulled him into the curve formed by his own abdomen and chest. Morgan sighed with pleasure, feeling for a change, like someone else was taking the responsibility for making him feel safe and protected. Garry’s own erection fit snugly between Morgan’s cheeks, as he reached around and grabbed Morgan’s thick, hard penis in his hand.

Their nude bodies instinctively melded into each other like molten lava. There was really no room for conversation or issues, although they both needed to talk. They both realized they needed to come to this silent understanding more often. Sex was not the issue, connection was.

A sexual encounter was not on the agenda. Even though Garry was holding Morgan’s manhood in the palm of his hands, Garry was really more concerned with the intimacy and the immediate emotional connection between the two of them. As Garry held Morgan’s penis firmly in his hand, Morgan felt possessed and wanted, as if Garry was making a statement to the world that Garry was now in control of Morgan and every aspect of his life. With his other hands, Garry continued to massage Morgan from behind, working with the arch of his body as his hands rose and fell across his muscular physique. Garry appreciated Morgan and wanted him to feel his sincerity and the depth of his commitment.

Morgan turned now to face Garry and pulled his nude body directly to him. Morgan hugged Garry and their legs and bodies became intertwined and Garry could feel Morgan’s hard dick throbbing against the top of his stomach. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes, past their problems and into each other’s heart. Morgan reached down and grabbed Garry’s dick and also placed it between them so they could both directly feel the desire they had for each other.

Garry rested his head under Morgan’s, in between Morgan’s thick neck and his shoulder. Morgan squeezed Garry hard, forcing a deeper, more bonded connection. Garry laughed and whispered into Morgan’s ear.

I’m so glad to finally have you back. I really missed you.

Morgan couldn’t hide behind his tears any longer. He was now facing his own real truth, the man that would help guide him past his depression, past his deep loneliness. Garry knew he was now inside his brain, past all the posturing and the walls he had erected to protect himself. He knew Morgan was now in his most vulnerable state and he appreciated the closeness that had developed between the two of them. All he needed now was for Morgan to trust him, to relax.

Morgan...I’m here. Why are you so upset?

Morgan looked from the silver rings he had placed on their fingers deep into Garry’s eyes and tears began to form. As he released his need to be emotional his body entered a new curve, a new movement towards the man he deeply wanted. 

He just couldn’t bring himself to mention what had happened in DC.

They talked about