by Lane, Shawn;
“Good, do it,” he urged.
Calvin’s orgasm didn’t tingle gently up his spine, it slammed through him, as intense and deep as his last few thrusts, even as gobs of opaque white cum shot out of Matt’s cock.
He collapsed next to Matt, both of them panting heavily. His eyes drifted closed.
“Mmm. I smell dinner.” Matt slapped his ass and rose from the bed.
Calvin’s eyes flew open. “Did you just smack me?”
“Yup.” Matt slapped his other cheek. “Wow, that’s fun. Get up and get dressed, gorgeous. Dinner is served.”
* * * *
A short time later, they sat at Matt’s dining room table eating steaming hot, ooey-gooey cheesy chicken and broccoli casserole. It was surprisingly good.
“How was the rest of your day with your grandmother?” Matt asked as he took a sip from his bottle of beer.
“Pretty good. She bought a robe and pajamas.” Calvin shook his head, smiling affectionately.
“I love that you’re close to her. She seems very cool. I can’t wait for you to meet my family.”
Calvin’s hand froze as he was about to place a forkful of food into his mouth. He lowered the food back to his plate. He winced.
“What?”
“Matt,” Calvin said slowly, “I like you a lot, but I have to say, I just don’t think this is something that’s going to work.”
“Huh?” Matt shook his head. “Dude, you just said you liked me a lot.”
“I do, but—”
“But what?” He put his beer down and reached for Calvin’s hand. “Don’t push me away like this. I know you’re wary of getting involved with me, because of the hospital, and maybe some other things I don’t know. But rather than breaking things off before we’ve even gotten a chance to really start something, can’t you give us a chance?”
“Matt, I don’t know.”
“I know you don’t know. Which is why you should give us that chance. Come on, Calvin. Please?”
Calvin looked away from the pleading in Matt’s dark eyes and exhaled slowly. When he turned back, he smiled. “All right. I’ll give us a chance.”
Chapter 8
Just two weeks later on Memorial Day weekend, Matt’s stepbrother Nathan decided to have a barbecue get-together at the house he now shared with Calvin’s brother, Barnaby. Naturally, that meant Matt and Calvin were invited. Matt looked forward to the day, but he looked forward to the plans he had later for them as well. After the barbecue was over.
It happened to be on Saturday afternoon of the weekend, and as luck would have it neither of them had to work at the hospital until Sunday night. During the last two weeks, they’d spent most of their spare time together.
Matt was pretty sure he’d fallen in love with Calvin. The feelings were new for him. Sure, he’d had serious boyfriends. Even the one he’d briefly lived with. But none that made his heart race, his stomach twist, and his thoughts constantly drift to his lover the way all of that did with Calvin.
He’d discovered if Calvin could avoid driving he would, so Matt drove them, in his car, of course, to Nathan and Barnaby’s barbecue. They had to park down the street a bit, because they’d invited all of Matt’s and Nathan’s combined family, several co-workers from the firm, and Calvin and Barnaby’s grandmother. One thing was for sure, the place would be rocking.
Matt grabbed Calvin’s hand as they walked up the street to Nathan’s house. His lover frowned and looked around. “Will you chill? No one is around and even if they were, they’d not be paying attention.”
“There’s still some animosity toward homosexuals, Matt. It just pays to be careful.”
“Well, I think it’s bullshit I can’t even hold my boyfriend’s hand when we walk down the street.”
“Sure, maybe it is,” Calvin agreed.
Matt smiled, glad that for once Calvin didn’t try to protest that he wasn’t Matt’s boyfriend. He’d been using that term for several days and most of the time it got him a stern look or even sometimes words to the effect, “Isn’t it a little soon for that?”
Not for him, it wasn’t.
“Hey, about time you guys got here,” Barnaby called from the doorway. He’d just ushered in a couple of guests before them.
“We’re fashionably late,” Matt said.
Barnaby laughed. “Are you sure we’re not related?” He pulled his brother into his arms and gave him a sloppy lip-glossed kiss on the cheek.
Matt couldn’t help grinning at the look of feigned revulsion on Calvin’s face. Barnaby pecked him on the cheek, too, as he passed into the overly crowded house. Matt decided the party had to be Barnaby’s idea. He doubted Nathan would have tolerated such chaos before the bubbly man had come into his life.
Most of the guests who’d already arrived had spilled out into the backyard. He quickly noted his mother and stepfather outside holding strawberry margaritas. He also spotted his two half-brothers, Adrian and Steve, and Steve’s best friend since forever, Drew.
“Looks like practically the whole gang’s here.”
“Yep, quite the shindig,” Barnaby said with a grin. “Couldn’t be happier. Of course, Nathan’s in the kitchen grumbling over how many margaritas he’s had to make.”
“I’ll bet. Which reminds me. Tell him two more.” He glanced at Calvin. “You do want one right, babe?”
Calvin’s cool, admonishing look flitted across his face for a second, but then his lips curved ever so slightly. “Yes, all right.”
“Let’s go outside.” He pulled his lover out to the backyard where several tables and chairs had been set out. He chose a couple of chairs by Adrian, Steve, and Drew. “Hey, everyone. I wanted to introduce my boyfriend, Calvin, to you.”
“Hey, he looks just like his brother,” Adrian declared. He tilted his head and thrust out his hand to shake Calvin’s. “Just a little older. I’m Adrian, Matt’s baby bro.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“And this is my other brother, Steve, and his friend, Drew.”
“I can see the resemblance in your family, too,” Calvin said with a smile. “Nice to meet you, too, Drew.”
His brother had been friends with Drew pretty much their whole lives. And when Drew realized he was gay, Steve had asked Matt to talk to him. Drew was a short, slight young man with dark hair and big dark eyes. Everyone, including Matt, had become quite protective of him. He ruffled Drew’s hair and pointed to the beer in his hand. “Are you old enough to drink?”
“Ha ha.”
It felt good to be here, with family and friends, and Calvin. Matt wanted it to always be like this.
“Hey,” Drew said, nudging him. “Who is that?”
“Who is who?” Barnaby came outside carrying two strawberry margaritas. He handed them to Matt and Calvin.
They turned to see Drew pointing to a well-dressed good looking African American man who sat in a chair in the corner of the yard talking on a cell phone.
Barnaby rolled his eyes. “That’s Mark Stevens. He’s the other partner in the firm with Nathan and Travis. He’s always working. I’m surprised he even came.”
Drew peeked around them. “He’s cute.”
“Yeah,” Barnaby agreed. “He’s gay, too. But forget it, Drew. He’s in a relationship.”
“Oh.” Drew shrugged and took a sip of beer.
“With who?” Nathan asked, coming up behind Barnaby.
“His work, hon. Duh.” Barnaby bumped him with his hip.
Nathan grinned. “Yeah, that’s pretty much true.”
“Speaking of,” Matt said, taking a sip of his margarita and putting his other arm around Calvin’s waist. “Where are Travis and Darrell? I thought you were the best of friends.”
“They’re on a cruise,” Nathan replied.
“Lucky.”
Matt looked at his lover in surprise. “You want to go on a cruise?”
Calvin shrugged. “I’ve been curious.”
He grinned. “Well, I’m all for it.”
“We can go together,” Barnaby said, excitedly. “Wouldn’t that be cool?”
“Uh,” Calvin said slowly. “Maybe.”
Matt kissed his cheek. “Want to meet the folks?”
He didn’t want to pressure Calvin, but his mother and stepfather stood in another part of the yard talking with Calvin’s grandmother. All three were looking expectantly at them.
Calvin went rigid as he looked at them, but he exhaled and nodded. “All right.”
“Be right back,” Matt called to the others over his shoulder.
Calvin hugged his grandmother. “Hey, Grandma.”
“Hey yourself.” She held him tight. “Good to see you again, Matt.”
“You, too, Kay.” He knew he was grinning like a fool as he turned to introduce his lover to his mother and stepfather, but hell, he’d never felt this good about introducing someone to them before. “Mom, Joe, this is Dr. Calvin Lassiter. He’s Barnaby’s older brother. Calvin, this is my mother, Barbara, and my stepfather, Joe Llewellyn.”
“Sir, ma’am.” Calvin shook both of their hands, looking somewhat like a beautiful mannequin, but at least he didn’t run screaming from the backyard.
“We’re very glad to meet you,” his mom said. “We’ve become extremely fond of Barnaby.”
Calvin nodded. “Yes, everyone does. He’s hard to resist.”
Matt rested his hand on Calvin’s shoulder. “So, what were you all talking about? Don’t tell me politics, Joe.”
Joe flushed. “No. Well, a little.”
Calvin’s grandmother and his mother laughed and as they started talking about the upcoming summer and how hot it was supposed to be according to experts, he felt Calvin relax under his hand.
* * * *
A few hours later, in the late afternoon, Matt and Calvin headed back to Matt’s apartment. He’d been unable to stop thinking about what he planned to do to Calvin as soon as they were alone. It had been a fun day and Calvin had even loosened up enough to play horseshoes.
When they got to his apartment, Matt put his plan for a little something extra in motion. He grabbed Calvin’s hand when he went toward the apartment.
“Not so fast…this way.” He tugged Calvin to another stairway. Matt was unable to keep the smile from his lips, anticipation of what was to come making his pulse raise and his cock half hard.
Calvin frowned. “This says roof access.”
“I know.” Matt opened the turquoise door at the top that led to the roof. The view of the city from there was amazing. Especially on less smoggy days. He closed the door after Calvin stepped through.
“What are we doing up here? Are residents even allowed?”
“Probably not. I didn’t ask.” Matt pulled him toward the stall wall that surrounded the outer edge. “Amazing huh?”
“It is pretty, but—”
He wrapped his arms around Calvin’s waist and pulled him against him so Calvin could feel how hard he was. “Can’t you guess what we’re doing up here?”
Calvin stiffened. “What? Are you crazy?”
He chuckled and planted his lips on the pulse of Calvin’s neck. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I thought you would have figured out by now I don’t have one.”
“Hmm. I mean to change that. You need more fun in your life, Cal. Those moments when you can be Cal instead of Calvin or Dr. Lassiter.” He turned Calvin in his arms so they were facing each other. “Let me fuck you here, right now.”
Calvin shook his head. “We can’t, people will see, will know.”
“They won’t. Who is going to see us up here? Who will know?” He kissed the side of Calvin’s mouth. “You don’t even have to take your clothes off. Just lower your pants to your knees. When we’re done we can go to my apartment and take a shower.”
“The sun today must have baked your brain,” Calvin said with a little smile.
But it was the smile that told Matt he’d talked his lover into it. Even the tiniest smile from Calvin warmed him from within. No one else’s smiles would ever do.
“It just so happens, I have a condom in my pocket and a little travel packet of lube. Very convenient packaging.” He grinned wickedly and traced Calvin’s jawline with his lips. He felt a shudder run through his lover. Matt slipped a hand between them and cupped the other man’s crotch, feeling his growing erection.
“God, I think you’re the devil sent to tempt me.”
Matt laughed. “Yeah? I like the sound of that.” His fingers unzipped Calvin’s khaki slacks even as his lips left little teasing kisses across his mouth and cheeks. “Come on, baby, I want you.”
Calvin let out a shaky breath and shook in Matt’s arms. “Okay, but if anyone comes up here, I’m going to have to kill you.”
“Deal.” Matt turned Calvin around to face the wall. “Plant your hands on the wall nice and steady. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Calvin did as Matt said and then Matt reached between his lover’s legs to spread them a little farther apart. And he squeezed Calvin’s dick through his pants while he was at it.
He’d already unzipped the slacks, so he reached around and yanked them and Calvin’s briefs far enough down his hot ass to make fucking him easy. He couldn’t resist smacking his hand across first one perfect pale cheek and then the other. Calvin moaned.
“You like that, huh? I’m definitely going to have to get into spanking that ass of yours more.”
Matt unfastened his white shorts and lowered them to his knees. He’d nearly forgotten the items of utmost importance and reached back into the pockets of his shorts for the condom and lube. He tore open the condom packet and rolled it over his achingly hard cock. The sight of Calvin bent over, only his ass and cock uncovered on the rooftop, almost made him come right then.
He then squirted out lube from the little travel packet, squeezing some directly into Calvin’s ass before he rubbed it all over his rod. Matt slid his fingers in a few times to loosen Calvin up, but he grew impatient to join their bodies.
“Ready?”
“Uh-huh.” Calvin gasped.
Ah, fuck. He forced himself to think of dead puppies so he wouldn’t come immediately, that single gasping, groaning sound from Calvin’s lips nearly his undoing.
Slowly Matt entered him, pushing in just the tip. His tan fingers grasped his lover’s pale hips and he slid in deeper, but going just an inch at a time. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he had to practically bite his tongue off to keep from pumping out his orgasm fast and furiously. He wanted a slow, easy fuck. One that would imprint him on Calvin forever. At least, if he had his way.
Calvin moved his ass, impaling Matt’s dick all the way, foiling his plan instantly to go slowly. With a groan part frustration and part ecstasy, Matt withdrew and pushed in, thrusting as deep and as hard as Calvin could take. He rode him roughly, his body at least forgetting his good intentions, as he pumped Calvin’s ass again and again.
A few higher rise apartments stood around them, floors above them, and he couldn’t help wondering, even as the orgasm he tried to stay off rode to the edge of his control, if any of them had occupants looking down at their rooftop romp. He found he liked to think so.
“Matt…” Calvin groaned, pushing hard back against him and tensing, as his cock shot globs of white over the stone wall.
Matt soon joined him, yelling his lover’s name as his release tore through him.
After a few moments of catching his breath, he eased out of Calvin’s ass and dropped to his knees. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
Calvin laughed. “So are you, but could you not yell loud enough to wake the dead?”
Matt grinned. “Sorry. Well, no, I’m not.”
“I had a feeling you weren’t.” Calvin did up his pants. “Can we take this back inside your apartment? I don’t want anyone sending the police up here to see who has been murdered.”
“All right, all right, sheesh. You get grumpy after sex. Help me up.”
Calvin reached down
to give him a hand to stand. He then pulled up Matt’s shorts and re-fastened them. “There. Now, I really could use that shower.”
“Kiss me first.” Matt grabbed the back of his head and brought their lips together. “Okay, bossy, let’s go.”
Chapter 9
Calvin finished giving instructions to the mother of a twelve-year old boy who’d broken his leg skate boarding and handed a clipboard of discharge forms to Valerie.
“You look tired, doctor,” Valerie commented.
“I’ve not been getting much sleep,” he admitted, thinking of the day before spent with Matt. After the rooftop sex, they’d had shower sex in Matt’s apartment and then later more sex under the mirror.
He definitely wasn’t sleeping like he used to before he’d ended up having a boyfriend. He still wasn’t sure how it had happened to him. He’d fought getting together with Matt and now he couldn’t help but wonder why he’d been so against it. So far, being with Matt had been fantastic. He’d begun to feel maybe he might even be in love.
“Go take a break and get yourself some tea or something while you have a chance. I’ll page you if I need you,” the head nurse assured him.
“Thanks.” He turned the corner and noticed a group of nurses talking near the nurse’s station. Among them was Matt. The two of them shared a rare same shift tonight. Most of the past two weeks they’d not worked at the same time. None of the nurses had noticed Calvin approaching the station. He stopped in his tracks when he caught the mention of his own name.
“I have to hand it to you, Walton, I didn’t think you could do it,” Rick said with a laugh.
“Me either,” Donna added, grinning. “But you totally earned it.”
“Earned what?” Matt asked.
“As if you didn’t know. It’s all over the hospital that you banged Dr. Lassiter.” Rick slapped Matt’s shoulder. “Dude. You’ve got four hundred bucks coming to you. Bending over the ice queen. You are the man!”
Calvin’s heart pounded hard and it hurt too breathe. Bile rose.
Louise stuck a wad of bills in Matt’s hand. “I thought the doc would never get laid. I guess you’re slicker than we all thought.”