Abs Lust Exposed

After our final rinse off, I had the foresight to close our curtains so we could sleep in after sunrise in the morning.  It wasn’t far off.  Garrett made it into bed ahead of me.  When I came into the bedroom of our suite, he was laying face down across the bed at a bit of an angle.  He was naked of course and had managed to only pull the sheet over one leg and part of one … cheek.  He was already sound asleep.  I didn’t want to move him over in the bed to make room for me because I didn’t want to potentially wake him, so I crawled in next to him laying with my left arm and chest on the bed while my right chest rested against his left arm, shoulder, and back.  I slipped my right leg over his left leg to nestle in between his legs which brought my package to rest right in the center of his left hand.  I had found heaven yet again and was out like a light.

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When we did finally wake, we showered and headed to the restaurant near the top of the hotel which had a spectacular panoramic perspective of the city, including an incredible view of the St. Louis Gateway Arch.

The brunch buffet was huge, but I stuck to my traditional breakfast foods including scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, French toast, some fruit, and a warm iced cinnamon roll.

That’s all!  Hey, I’m a growing boy!

Garrett went with a tall stack of buttermilk pancakes, a double order of sausage links, and fruit.  After he tasted the iced cinnamon roll I had, he decided he couldn’t resist ordering one for himself as well.

As we ate our hearty brunch, Garrett stared intently out the huge floor-to-ceiling plate glass windows and casually made an observation about how he imagined the view from the Arch must be really cool.  I noticed a very odd tone to his voice.  Clearly missing out on the experience of going to the top of the arch had deep meaning for him.  I just didn’t know exactly on what level he was feeling cheated.

We were sitting at adjacent sides of a four top table, and he had his hands folded together in his lap.  So I reached under the table and took one of his hands in mine, interlaced our fingers and squeezed gently.  “Seriously, you have lived here all of your life, and you have never been up in the Arch?” I challenged.

“I have lived here for as long as I can remember.  I keep telling you Hank hardly ever saw fit to take me out of our small town.  I rarely ever even saw him, much less spent any time with him.  He and my mom would take my sister all over the state for her competitions, sometimes to other parts of the country even.  However, they never seemed to feel the need to take me anywhere,” Garrett said quietly with a darkness in his tone of voice suggesting he felt ashamed somehow.

I leaned over, kissed him lovingly, and said, “Whatever their reasons were, it definitely wasn’t your fault.  You are the kindest, most considerate, and lovable guy I have ever met.  Not taking you with them was definitely their loss.  Please don’t blame yourself.”  After a brief pause, I asked, “What would you say to us going up in the Arch today instead of going to Six Flags?”

Me and my big … mouth.  I definitely remember how tight those capsules are when you ride up.  …

I had kinda struggled with claustrophobia my whole life, and it seemed to have gotten a little worse with each passing year.

Just don’t think about it.  Think about something else.  Think about Gar.

After our experiences in public the previous evening, I didn’t care what other people might think at that point, so I scooted over closer to him and pulled him tight into my arms.  I gently kissed his bottom lip several times and then said, “I realize we planned to go to Six Flags today, and we still can; but getting you up into the Arch sorta seems even more important now.” 

“I’m good with either one,” Garrett said with a rather solemn disposition and then a somewhat forced smile.

He continued to stare out the window intently on the Arch in the distance.  I could still sense the presence of an underlying sadness he was feeling from thinking about his deprived childhood, so I rested my chin on his shoulder with my lips brushing his ear and asked, “But if you were going to pick, which one would you choose to go to first?”  

“Really, I‘m good with either one,”  he said quietly.

God, you’re killing me here.  My heart aches with the pain of seeing you feeling so down.

“Heads or tails, which one would you be hoping would win?  No, scratch that.  If you were in the process of making a list of the top 25 places you wanted to visit, which of those two would be higher on the list.”  

“Heads!  I love it when you give me …,” Garrett immediately whispered while ignoring the second parameter of my question then laughed at his own joke.  

“You’re so funny.  You …!  It’s a good thing I love you enough to put up with your lame jokes.  Just answer my question, please,” I scolded teasingly and kissed him on the cheek again.

“The Arch.  I’ve always felt kinda cheated since I have never been there.  And if I couldn’t go when I was a kid the way most normal families do it, then I would really like to have the experience with you at my side,” he said as he turned and kissed me lovingly on the lips.

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