Cyrus by Mj Fields Page A

watched out the door as Cyrus raised his
phone in the air as if he wanted to smash it against the wall. He
was pacing and sputtering under his breath, angry so angry--because
of me.
    He stopped and squatted down and his hands
fisting his hair, I cleared my throat and he stood up and turned
around. He walked into the room trying to compose himself, “Did you
pick something to eat?”
    “Um…” I shook my head no, “Are you
okay?”
    His let out a deep breath and shook his head
yes, “Hungry, and you?”
    I didn’t answer him right away, “Tired,
really tired.”
    “Gotta eat first,” he leaned back against
the headboard and relaxed, “Toasted cheese and tomato soup? Oh no
that’s right… you don’t like that very much, do you?”
    “Sorry.”
    “It was a joke,” Cyrus turned towards be and
looked down, “Let me know.”
    “Soup? Chicken broth, maybe a couple
crackers?”
    He continued looking at me his tired brown
eyes dropped a bit, “You should have more than that, when’s the
last time you ate?”
    “This morning, sorry I’m just so cold, and
really tired.”
    He grabbed the phone and ordered. I sunk
down in the bed and he smiled. He looked content but only for a
moment and then he jumped up, “I’m gonna shower, rest. I’ll wake
you when it gets here.”
    He started walking away, “Cyrus,” he turned
and looked at me, “You didn’t have to come, I’m sorry to…to be a
problem.”
    “You certainly have been a pain in the ass,
little Birdie,” he smirked and walked away.
    I laid back and was almost asleep when the
phone rang. I picked it up and saw Jase on the caller ID. Afraid it
was important, I crawled out of the bed and walked towards the
bathroom.
    The door was cracked and the shower was
running. I walked in and froze at the sight of him.
    Cyrus, the man who for some reason needed to
save me was truly beautiful. He was tall, very tall and broad. His
body type fit somewhere perfectly between a body builder and an
underwear model. His hands were against the shower wall and his
head was bowed down as the water poured over him. His already dark
hair looked jet black as the water dripped down it and ran in a
steady stream down his chiseled jaw. He tilted his chin up moving
his head slowly to the left and then to the right allowing the
water to flow over his face. I watched as the water flowed down
over his chest and it continued down his side over the black ink
that said Forever Steel . It kissed his narrow hips and
continuing down his beautiful muscular ass. He stood up and soaped
his hands and turned with his eyes still closed as he scrubbed his
hair, his face, and down his neck he grabbed a washcloth and
squirted more soap on it and rubbed his underarms and chest, down
his tight well defined torso and then lower. My eyes followed the
soapy path. Even in the few movies I had watched with Tony I’d
never seen such a magnificent penis. It hung thick down the front
of him. It was long, wide, and perfectly in proportion to this
strong body. He washed down it with the cloth and lifted it to
clean his sac and pulled it up as he massaged it gently. The sound
he made when he slowly washed himself called to something deep
inside of me. I felt myself body tighten, tingle, and clenched as
if it knew what it wanted.
    He took his time each stroke made by body
heat, “Birdie” I heard him whisper as his stroke hastened. He felt
it too… the evidence in his hand.
    I couldn’t move, I was mesmerized by him, I
felt myself begin to moisten and my breaths begin to become harder
to catch. I willed myself to take a step back, knowing it was wrong
to watch him, to want so badly to touch him and needing him to
touch me. Each step I took away from him was painful. I craved him
so badly, my body hungered for his.
    I laid in bed trying to forget, trying to
focus on something other than Cyrus naked in the shower. But the
pulsing between my legs only become stronger and it’s need to be
filled and stretched by