by eXtasy Books
“You are too much,” he said, pulling me into his arms. He glued his mouth to mine and his hands worked fast to release my cock from my pants. He stroked me and kissed me, his mouth at my throat. He bent to suck me as somebody else came into the bathroom.
“Christ, they’re still at it.”
Yep, Mele’s Dad.
I came fast for Francois, as his fingers stroked my ass. He was a possessive cocksucker. He held my ass in his hands as if I might pole-vault out of the stall. My spirit sure did, but I remained flat against the wall, clutching my lover’s head as I filled his mouth.
We emerged, a peaceful feeling washing over me as Francois took me by the hand. Mele’s Dad rushed past us into the men’s room. We rejoined Ferric who was waiting for the wedding cake to be cut. It didn’t look bad at all. Somebody in the kitchen had gone to some trouble to smooth out its dings and dents, kinda like Francois had just done with me.
“The brides smooshed the cake into each other’s faces and I glimpsed my lover re-pocketing his taser.
“You have to have a slice to take home,” Mom said sidling up beside me.
“I’m not traveling all across the country with wedding cake.”
“It’s supposed to be good luck sleeping with a piece under your pillow. When are you two getting married anyway?”
This was a sore point and not one I wished she’d harp on.
“I want a wedding,” my mother said. “I want my grandson living in a legal household.”
A few people glanced our way.
Ferric handed me a piece of cake. I could just see Francois letting me put this under our pillows. We’d never get the lavender color stains out. I bit into the cake. Man, I might as well have upturned a bag of raw sugar into my mouth. Even Ferric inconspicuously slid his cake plate onto a buffet table.
“I’m ready for Chinese food now,” Francois said. We were both cake guys, all three of us were, but with both Ferric and I abandoning ours, he knew it was time to move on. “Do you think fried rice comes with pineapple the way it does back home?”
“Francois,” I said. “I love you.”
He grinned. “What can I say? I’m an island guy.”
We piled into Lars’ big black SUV. We made a short pit stop at Target and picked up a new Game Boy and a couple of games for Ferric who seemed so happy it broke my heart that he’d lost the original in the course of a violent crime.
Francois’ cell phone rang.
“It’s your mom,” he said to Ferric, who shook his head. Francois let the call go to voicemail.
“You don’t want to talk to her?” Francois said.
“No. She just….no, I don’t.” He stared at the new packages in his hand, his shopper’s high evaporating fast.
“Ferric?” Francois’ tone was gentle. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“She wants me to go back to Miami and I don’t want to. She doesn’t want me. She wants a babysitter for her new kid. I don’t want her to know what happened today. She’ll pick a fight with you and make me go home.”
The thought of losing Ferric was devastating. His mom hadn’t been able to wait to dump him at our door because her new husband didn’t want him in the home. Francois and I certainly wouldn’t give him up without a fight.
“She can’t do that, can she?” I asked Francois.
“No.” He frowned. He’d been doing that a lot today. “I’m not going to lie to her, but I’ll take my time and I’ll tell her in my own way.”
“I’m not going back there!” Ferric suddenly shrieked.
“What’s going on?” Mom asked.
I was certain I saw Lars unbutton his black vest to get to his gun. Oh, man, that’s all we need.
“Nothing’s going on,” Francois said.
“I’m not going back,” Ferric said, his voice tiny.
“Of course not,” his father responded. “Your home is with us. Right, Mingo?”
“Right.” I rushed forward and hugged our kid. “I can’t imagine our home without you. And besides, who else would play golf with Mr. Leonard every Friday?”
Ferric grinned. “Nobody. He’s such a sore loser.”
“Exactly!”
My mom stepped in, taking Ferric into her arms.
“I just got him, Mingo. Nobody’s taking my only grandson away from me.”
Ferric’s smile widened. He sure got a whole lotta crazy love from us. He soon forgot all the family drama when we told him to pick out another game.
Francois must have sensed my lingering desolation because he hugged me at the checkout line.
“He’s okay, baby, kids are resilient.”
“I won’t send him back to that horrible man,” I said.
“Honey, I’ll have Shenice’s husband fed to crocodiles before I let him anywhere near Ferric again.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, Francois.”
He smiled. He adored having Ferric in our lives as much as I did. And to think that not so long ago I didn’t even know the kid existed. Francois had fathered him so Shenice could have her long-cherished baby, but over the years, she’d drifted away from him and he’d allowed it, throwing himself into work.
As Ferric had grown, Shenice struggled with him. Her recent marriage had proven to be the deal breaker, but I just could not understand why. Like I said, Ferric was a sweet, smart kid. He was no brat. He’d made a big impact on our lives. My mom adored him and he’d made fast friends with a wonderful group of guys on the North Shore. Most were the offspring of surfers, but the irony was that we lived in the best big-surf territory in the northern hemisphere, but Ferric and his new friends were brainiacs with a yen for knowledge.
I’d been cautiously agreeable to having him move to Hawaii with us, until I actually met him. Then, every shred of doubt I had evaporated. I loved him and wanted him to be happy with us. Until today, he had been happy and the guilt ate at me.
“Sweetheart, stop it,” Francois suddenly said.
“What?” but I’ve never been able to hide my emotions. Every last thought must have been easy for Francois to read.
“What happened was not your fault. I don’t blame you and I thank you for not trying any heroics. I’m just pissed as hell that I wasn’t there. And I want you to know, I’ve offered a reward for these assholes. I’ll get ‘em. You’ll see.”
We’d hardly talked about what happened with the carjacking. We’d had no privacy apart from our quickie. His words soothed my jangled nerves however and I felt much better as we went off in search of pineapple-fried rice.
We allowed Ferric his fun with his new games as we hunkered around a round table at the Butterfly Chinese restaurant. It was much nicer than some of the places my mom and I frequented, but we were all ecstatic with the menu.
Our family members were partial to teriyaki chicken, bean curd with snow peas, shrimp in lobster sauce…my mom was mad about scallion pancakes and we ordered loads of chow fun.
“You people can eat,” Lars said.
“We’re Hawaiian,” Mom said, stopping the waiter to order a plate of coconut shrimp. “You’ll have to come visit us,” she said, batting her eyelids at Lars.
“I’ll do that,” he said.
Holy shit. That’s what Hawaii needed. A genuine Italian Mafioso with an improbable name.
Ferric stopped playing once the food arrived, but he ate with one hand, clinging to his new Game Boy. I knew how he felt. I couldn’t bear to see him lose this one, too. He was not a greedy or spoiled kid. He never asked for anything. We always had to guess and to ask what he wanted. He was unusual in that he took care of all his things. He loved everything we’d given him from his bedroom furnishings to his Aloha wear.
Francois seemed distracted as we ate. He paid for the meal and when Lars dropped all of us off at the motel, he waited until the man’s SUV was out of sight before he spoke.
“I’m passing on the job I picked up here. I’m taking you both to the Caribbean for a few days, then I want us all to go home.�
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Ferric and I looked at each other.
“Cool!” we said in unison.
“What about me?” Mom pouted.
“This is a family vacation,” Francois said. “It wouldn’t be one without you.”
She flushed with joy. “Can I invite Lars?”
“No!” the three of us shouted.
“Well! I was just asking…”
We’d booked three rooms at the Best Western. Mom wanted to watch movies in her room and Ferric opted to join her. Unbelievably, they were still hungry and after loading up on vending machine junk from the hallway, they watched the Twilight movies whilst Francois and I got naked in our room.
He’d called our house sitter and friend Max, who was looking after our cats as well as keeping an eye on Mom’s house, as well as Leilani and Mele’s home, too. He told Max where to find all our passports. Max said he would FedEx them to us straight away. I would need that passport for ID purposes anyway since my driver’s license had been stolen. I wouldn’t be able to get on a plane anywhere without identification.
Not for the first time, I was grateful to live with a resourceful, smart guy.
“We’ll have them in the morning,” Francois said, joining me for a quick shower. “It’s a good thing Hawaii’s six hours behind us. He can overnight everything to us.”
“How are the kitties? Did he say?”
“He said they follow him everywhere.” Francois grinned. “Our whole family is nuts, you know, even our animals.”
I squeezed some plumeria body shampoo onto his wonderful, dark-coffee colored skin. I loved the contrast in our coloring. I splayed my hands across his broad chest.
“Would you have it any other way?”
He grinned down at me, letting the shower water play on my face. “No, Mingo. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He kissed me. I was excited to visit his birthplace of the island of St. Martin. I’d made a brief pit stop there a few months before when Francois went missing and I went to find him. This time, I hoped, things would be a lot more relaxed.
“Will I get to meet your sister?” I asked.
“I would rather not,” he said.
“Why?”
“She still talks to Shenice and if Ferric won’t see his mother on our way through from Miami, I don’t want a problem if my sister blabs that we were there.”
I ran my hands down to Francois’ gorgeous and massive cock, which was certainly pleased to be back in touch with me again. My cock was pretty darn happy, too.
Francois turned off the taps and lifted me out of the shower and into his arms. We loved sex. We loved being naked. Wet, naked sex was a big thrill and we indulged in it as often as possible.
He put my on the bed, knelt between my legs, sucking my cock.
Just as quickly, he released me again.
“We’ll ask Ferric in the morning if he wants to see his mom when we get to Miami.”
“Okay,” I said. He put his tongue to my belly button and the world became a carousel. I’d never been with a man who could make my body go wild with need.
“We’ll have a good time in St. Martin,” he said.
I nodded.
It was a good thing that Mom, Ferric and I had all just renewed our passports with the governor’s office where Francois and I worked in Honolulu. The same governor who’d just vetoed the same sex civil union bill. It still rankled with us. Once we got back home, Francois and I would discuss our future options. Governor Lingle was on her way out of office with her tenure over in December.
She was an outspoken opponent of same-sex marriage and said that House Bill 444 was essentially the same thing. After months of tense expectation, she vetoed it. It had been devastating to us. Now, we were waiting to see who would replace Lingle in office and what their stance was on same-sex unions before we decided if we’d remain part of the state’s legal team.
My mouth caught Francois’ head and he moved down my body. I moaned as his tongue entered my ass. Nobody sucked a man’s ass the way Francois did. He really loved it and could spend hours licking mine. He licked me with such determination that I felt my cock would erupt any second. He’d done that before. Eaten me until I came once or twice before he even fucked me. This time, he took his tongue away from me.
He moved up and kissed me, his fingers toying with my ass. Though it felt nice, it wasn’t the same and he knew it. My body cooled down from its red alert status. He slid a finger into me and I felt the heat surge through me again. A second finger moved into me. He trapped my cock with his mouth.
Francois reached down and spat at my ass, moving between my legs. His cock coated, my ass lubed up enough to accommodate him, he entered me, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“God I love when you do that, Mingo.”
He paused, moving up so that he was balanced on his knees, but still buried deep inside me. He stroked my legs with his big hands. I wanted more, I wanted him to fuck me until we both came. His upper body dropped down and he licked my torso, his cock moving into me with long, measured strokes. He pulled out, plunging back in and again, took his cock out. He was close. I could feel the pulse raging through his cock inside me.
“Take what’s yours, Francois.”
His eyes lit up. He stopped fooling around and fucked me. I clung to him, our bodies welded tight as he came inside me, my own orgasm exploding between our slick, slippery thrusting bellies.
I was still in post-coital bliss when Francois covered my body with his. I was surprised how hard his heart beat against my chest.
“Mingo,” he said, his mouth against my hair.
I reached up to touch his face, which was difficult. His big body had me pinned to the bed.
“You ever think about Kaolin?” he asked.
“Kaolin?”
That question surprised me. We’d been long over by the time I met Mingo. In fact, I was seeing somebody else when Mingo and I became lovers.
“No,” I said. No need to tell him I thought I’d spotted my ex at the wedding.
“I thought I saw him today,” Francois said and raised himself off me.
He rolled away from me onto his back. His huge cock was half-hard again. It was always that way for me. It lay against his thigh and he grinned when I touched it.
“That’s weird,” I said. “I thought I saw him, too.”
“So you have thought about him.”
“Only in an abstract way. I thought he was with Benny.”
“They could be twins, Kaolin and Benny’s new guy.”
I stroked Francois’ cock. It grew harder and harder. I saw the anguish in his eyes.
“Baby, I’m sorry I wasn’t there today. I feel like shit that I couldn’t protect you and Ferric.”
“Francois, you came so fast.”
“Police scanner. Leilani and I got the call. We went crazy.”
He grew quiet.
“You can’t blame yourself, Francois. I…I’m just grateful you don’t blame me. I’m the one who was behind the wheel. I keep…I keep thinking if there was something I should have done…another route I could have taken.”
He drew me into his arms and his hot, sticky cock pressed into me. My body already craved him again.
“That’s ridiculous, sweetheart. You were the victim here. You did nothing wrong.”
We stared at each other for a moment.
“I would die without you…I’m just glad it’s not a decision I have to make right now.”
“Me, too,” I said, squirming against his now-rigid shaft.
“Look at you,” he said, grinning again. “Out for trouble, you are.”
“Yes. I like your kind of trouble, in case you didn’t know.”
He kissed me. “So if Kaolin ever came back, you wouldn’t want him again?”
“Why are we still talking about him?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know how he stayed away from you. I’m pretty sure he’s still in love with you.”
I weighed
my words. Kaolin had always been a sore topic with Francois. Nothing I ever said could persuade him that I no longer harbored any desire for the guy.
“Well, I don’t think that’s correct and I’m not in love with him. My heart and my body belong to someone else.”
He grabbed my head and held it to his, kissing me.
“Just so you know,” he said, pulling me onto his lap, his monster cock an anxious, red-hot poker seeking entry into my ass. I rode against him for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cock head rubbing against my ass crack.
I forgot everything as I let the pleasure wash over me. Oh, he was a magnificent lover. I was putty, just molding clay in this man’s big, beautiful hands.
“Mingo, if he ever comes after you, if he ever thinks he’s going to get near you, he’s getting fed to the crocodiles, too.”
“Francois, baby…please shut up and fuck me.”
Chapter Three
Ferric declined to return his mother’s call the following morning. There mere suggestion over a fantastic pancake breakfast at Mo’s Midtown almost reduced him to rubble.
“I’m not forcing you to speak to her, sweetheart.” Francois waited until our wonderful waitress at the fantastic diner had finished putting our hot and still-steaming buttermilk pancakes fresh off the griddle in front of us all.
“So, I don’t have to talk to her?” Ferric asked.
“No. Not at all.”
Ferric cheered up a little.
“I need some bacon,” Mom said. She knew the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. “Ferric, don’t you need some bacon, too?”
He nodded. Francois signaled our waitress and we dropped the conversation about Ferric’s mom. Soon, our sunny kid came back into view, laughing and talking about the bloopers in the movie Twilight.
“It was so distracting,” he said, pouring maple syrup onto his second stack of pancakes.
“There’s one scene where the boom mike’s reflected in the truck window and—”
“How about that truck?” Mom nudged him. “One minute it’s dirty, the next it’s sparkling clean.”