by Linn Edwards
Zoe flounced onto the sofa and looked directly at Ethan. “Madelyn said he kept looking at Ethan’s ass.”
“Mother!”
Fergie roared with laughter. “You have a nice-looking son, Zoe. For God’s sake, I’m sure Madelyn and every old woman coming to the restaurant has noticed his ass, too! You do realize we see more women at lunch when he’s working?”
“Papa, really! Both of you stop this. I’m going to hear what Jeremiah has to say. Then the family can decide what to do. We could sell your biscuits by mail like other small businesses are doing. We have to think about expanding the brand, and a feature in a major magazine can help.” Ethan turned to leave the room, heading for the staircase leading upstairs.
“I agree with Ethan. We’re doing fine now, but our customer base is almost as old as I am. We have to consider alternatives.”
“Okay, go,” offered Zoe. “But be careful around him.”
Ethan rolled his eyes and stomped up the stairs like he did after every argument with his mother since childhood. As he made the curve on the landing, he heard his grandfather.
“It’s this gay thing, isn’t it? Look, it can’t be fun for Ethan to come home every summer and on breaks. We’re lucky the kid still wants to come home. But cut him some slack and let him have some fun.”
His grandfather knew he was gay? When did this happen? Ethan had one significant conversation with his mother when he told her. Did she tell Fergie? Oh, Lord. This added a new dimension to the night, but he was determined to do exactly what his grandfather said and have some fun. Maybe some serious business, too.
Jeremiah was confused a bit by the butterflies in his stomach as he came down in the hotel elevator. Nerves? Over dinner with—what would he call Ethan—a prospective subject for an article? The movement in his pants also indicated the direction he really wanted the meeting tonight to go, but he also had to nail down the article.
The lobby area was busy as business people and construction workers were dragging in suitcases and duffle bags. At eight in the evening, he was surprised by the late check-ins, but he made his way through the crowd lined up from the front desk to get to the bar and restaurant just off the lobby.
There was an eat-in bar as well as a formal dining room beyond. He scanned the bar and saw Ethan sitting at a table, talking to the pretty female server. As Jeremiah approached, Ethan stood and extended a hand. Jeremiah shook his hand and lingered a bit in holding the young man’s hand, raising a smile from Ethan. This was starting well. The little blond waitress asked if Jeremiah wanted a drink, and he ordered a vodka tonic—top shelf and on the rocks. She smiled and scurried away.
“Friend?” asked Jeremiah, indicating the young lady.
“Everyone seems to know us from the restaurant, but, yeah, Gina and I went to high school together.”
“Ethan was my prom date our senior year,” added Gina, bringing the drink on a small silver tray. She rested a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Ethan’s a special person all around.” She turned around and walked back to the bar.
Jeremiah raised an eyebrow, causing Ethan to laugh as he sipped his own drink. “You make quite an impression on people, it seems.”
Ethan’s face clouded a bit, and he lowered his voice a notch. “She was pregnant by some jerk she met at church camp. By the time prom came around, she was very pregnant-looking. It was our senior year, and people were just cruel, so I was her date.” He shrugged and blushed.
“Must have been hard for her to face that,” Jeremiah said.
“Yeah, it shocked people since I was known not to date much. It threw speculation in high gear.” Ethan laughed. “We’d been friends since kindergarten, and I knew she wanted to go to prom. I had fun. Even nine months pregnant, she danced well. Baby came after the last dance, thankfully.”
Jeremiah almost did a spit-take. “She had the baby that night?”
“Water broke on the dance floor, and EMTs got there in time to get her to the hospital.” Ethan noted Jeremiah’s shocked but amused look. “It was a memorable prom for everyone. Most of the kids went to the hospital rather than a traditional after-prom party. Another example of a small town. They embraced her and the baby better after that. Her parents even were a little better. She had it hard but survived.”
Jeremiah liked the twinkle in Ethan’s eyes as he told the story, and he noticed the generous pour of the wine from Gina. He was relaxed around Ethan, and the conversation was easy. Ordering was adventurous for Jeremiah as he asked about the fish special and noticed Ethan slightly smiling and shaking his head no. Jeremiah went with the grilled pork chop—to Ethan’s nod. Ethan ordered a blackened New York strip steak, cooked medium/rare. Both went with the garlic and cheese mashed potatoes. Jeremiah also had the tossed salad, and Ethan the steamed broccoli.
It was interesting to watch Ethan greet people he knew from the town and how they eyed Jeremiah. To one particularly nosey woman, Ethan indicated they were college roommates at one time. Because of the restaurant, Ethan—and probably others in the family—was well known, and many people felt inclined to speak and ask about his mother or grandfather.
While the dinner was fun and Jeremiah was hoping for a very different dessert, he needed to get the conversation onto the restaurant again. “So you work summers and college breaks?”
“Yeah, but this may be the last summer. I graduated in May and took the LSAT. I’m hoping by next year to be in law school.”
“So you’re taking a year off? Traveling?” Jeremiah inquired.
“I wish, but my Aunt Julie had a stroke. Mom needed someone in the restaurant, and of the various cousins around, I was the most suited to the work.” Ethan shrugged, and a cloud came across his face momentarily, but he recovered his smile. “I love the restaurant and my grandfather. I just don’t see this as a career for me.”
Jeremiah nodded and wondered what it was like growing up gay in a small town where everyone knew you and your family. Inwardly, he shuddered a bit. It was hard enough growing up in a large city. He hoped with all the societal changes, it was easier for some kid anywhere. He shrugged and smiled at Ethan. It was easy to smile at Ethan.
“Do you think your mother will relent any?”
“No. But Fergie, my grandfather, thinks it’s a good idea. He understands expanding the brand beyond here. We had talked to a couple of those websites that mail food-stuff around the country. Our biscuits would be the most doable, and the apple dumpling thing we do.” Ethan’s eye brightened in the discussion as he talked about keeping Fergies a viable concern as their clientele aged and left.
“This article would be a perfect launch for that. I can recommend an affiliated website that does this quite well,” Jeremiah agreed. “The percentage cut they charge is fair.”
“The article would be in November?” asked Ethan.
“Yeah, as I said, perfect timing. Right before the holidays when people want extra baked goods and don’t want to or don’t know how to get quality stuff.” Jeremiah pulled a business card out of his wallet and wrote down contact information for the website in question. “Talk to Aaron or Gwen and use my name to get to them. They are the partners with the magazine.”
Gina brought over two huge pieces of some kind of chocolate mousse pie. “Our famous Chocolate Silk pie for the foodies.” Her eyes had an amused glint.
Ethan laughed. “She has hearing better than Superman. But shush, girl, and this is actually Myron’s famous Chocolate Silk pie.” Gina wrinkled her nose and smiled. “Myron had a fancy restaurant back in the day here, and everyone says they have his recipes.” Ethan took a bite. “But never quite like Myron’s.”
Jeremiah tried the pie. “Not bad, really. Smooth and a very—eh…”
“Silky?” Ethan offered.
Jeremiah laughed, and Ethan excused himself to go to the restroom.
When Ethan had turned the corner and out of earshot, Gina turned to Jeremiah. “You hurt Ethan, and I’ll rip your heart out.” Her face was tight, and her
eyes flashed. “He’s a good person, and I’m just sayin’. We understand each other?”
Jeremiah smiled back with a mouthful of pie so he wouldn’t have to respond verbally, but he nodded in the affirmative. Gina smiled back and turned back toward the bar. He was feeling a warm glow from the wine, the prospects, and just the nice familial feeling of Gina and Ethan. Yeah, Ethan was special.
Ethan returned from the restroom and sat down at the table.
Jeremiah had finished the pie. “What next?”
Ethan tapped his shoulder bag resting on the floor. “I have condoms and lube.”
Jeremiah’s eyes widened, and he called Gina for the check.
Chapter 3
Jeremiah went up to the room first while Ethan stood in the lobby, smiling at people as they passed while texting his mother that he was going to be out late. Yes, he well past “being of age,” but knew his mother would worry. He really didn’t want to have her sitting up when he eventually got home. Regardless of when that was going to be. Late as possible, he hoped.
Ethan would never describe himself as horny, but tonight, he had been half-hard since the hand shake. Jeremiah’s full lips kept him fascinated all evening. It had been difficult for Ethan to concentrate on the conversation as he kept going over scenarios in his head. Finally, when Jeremiah had finished the damn pie, he wanted it clear what his intentions were.
From his expression, Ethan surmised Jeremiah had been surprised at the directness, but they both new where this was heading. Quite frankly, for Ethan, it had been a long enough dry spell since coming home. He wanted this desperately. Ethan had never had sex in his hometown. He knew a few gay men, but no one he really wanted to sleep with or know he even liked sex, let alone with another man. Home just complicated things in his head, and college had been such a freeing experience in both obtaining knowledge and obtaining a sexual identity.
While avoiding his mother’s return text, Jeremiah sent one telling him to get his ass upstairs. Ethan laughed and pushed the button, got on the elevator, and hoped 309 was a lucky number.
Jeremiah stripped out of his suit and brushed his teeth quickly, along with a dose of mouthwash. He giggled and wondered at the schoolboy nature of his anticipation. What was it about Ethan that caused his stomach to lurch and his cock to harden when they shook hands? He was far more experienced than Ethan—or so he surmised since he had his first sexual experience at fourteen and never so much as looked back.
Certainly, in recent years, he’d become more discerning in choosing partners, but Ethan gave off a freshness of not really virginal but certainly—what was the word? Lord, the man had muddled his brain like few others. He wanted Ethan, that was clear in his head, but his body responded almost without Jeremiah being conscious of the thought. And that was a new experience.
He stood in the middle of the hotel room in his cute briefs, suddenly feeling nervous. Should he be naked? Should he turn down the bed? And where was the guy? This was too much time to think. He turned down the bed, and there was a slight knock on the door.
Jeremiah opened the door, and Ethan came in. He flung his bag into the bed and took Jeremiah in his arms for a hungry kiss. Jeremiah all but melted as they made their way over to the bed. Ethan lifted Jeremiah onto the bed and, in one move it seemed, kicked off shoes and stripped shirt, pants, and socks off quickly and crawled in beside him.
It was Jeremiah’s turn to be the aggressor, and his lips found Ethan’s very erect nipple. He caught it between his teeth and loved the sound of Ethan’s guttural moan. Ethan stroked the back of Jeremiah’s neck as he reached down to free his cock from his sexy briefs. Ethan’s cock pooped up straight, full and hard, as Jeremiah switched from nipple to cock.
Ethan breathed in deeply as Jeremiah took his cock to the root. He arched his back, gently thrusting into Jeremiah’s hungry mouth. Both young men were moaning in enjoyment and the sheer pleasure of the moment. Jeremiah came up for air, and they locked eyes. No words between them, yet both knew what the other was thinking and wanting. Ethan pulled Jeremiah up and embraced him, kissing him with passion that both startled Jeremiah and made him more aroused—if that were possible.
Jeremiah pulled on his briefs and freed his own cock and balls, needing to feel all flesh against flesh. The warmth of two bodies embraced in intimacy was just too good to miss a second of it. As they kissed, Jeremiah pressed his groin against Ethan and brought his arms around to hold onto Ethan’s ass.
It was a nice, rounded ass, and Jeremiah pressed a finger against the rosy opening of Ethan’s pleasure zone. Just that pressure elicited a moan, and Ethan moved his leg, exposing his hole to Jeremiah’s touch. Aware there was no lube on his fingers, Jeremiah teased the sensitive area of Ethan’s ass and that special place between balls and cock. Ethan pressed hard against Jeremiah and, as if reluctantly, pulled away from the kiss. He went down on Jeremiah’s expansive, uncut penis with great pleasure.
Ethan loved the confluence of male smells. There was the musty aroma and taste of his maleness coupled with the faint smell of lavender from a body wash or soap. Jeremiah reacted instantly to Ethan’s tongue rimming the edge of his foreskin and then taking him fully to his trimmed bush. Ethan was glad there was body hair. Even the trimming of Jeremiah’s pubic area signified maleness all its own.
Ethan had to slow down and come up for air, or he was going to explode far too early. He wanted to be sure that Jeremiah was having as much pleasure as he was. Given the moans and grinding of groins, he was satisfied for the moment. As if knowing there needed to be a pause, Jeremiah reached up and kissed Ethan on the neck and further entangled their legs and body together.
“This is amazing,” started Jeremiah. “This is as surprising as your mother’s biscuits.”
Ethan must have looked perplexed because Jeremiah went on to explain.
“Everything about me is about food in some way. Your mother’s biscuits were almost orgasmic and so unexpected in what I’ve seen in similar diners.”
“And I am unexpected as well?”
“I knew you were cute and had a nice ass. Wasn’t sure of, eh, skill level.”
Ethan laughed a hearty and rich laugh that shook the bed. “Your noticing my ass did not go unnoticed by me or my mother.”
Jeremiah blushed a bit and then went about kissing Ethan on the neck and going down his chest, licking his navel and then taking Ethan full in his mouth once more.
Apparently, talk was finished for a while. Ethan laid back and watched his stiff cock go in and out of Jeremiah’s very talented mouth. Concentrating on the cock’s head, Ethan arched his back and leaned into Jeremiah’s commanding tongue. Jeremiah seemed as hungry with Ethan’s cock as he was with the biscuits. Ethan chuckled a bit in between deep intakes of breath as Jeremiah sent his mind to another place.
“I’m going to cum if you don’t stop,” Ethan breathed out between his teeth. Glancing down at Jeremiah, he knew from the look in the other young man’s eyes that Jeremiah was going to take him over the edge.
Jeremiah slowed the in and out but did not let up on the pressure of tongue, mouth, and throat. Ethan decided to lay back, watch, and let his cum fly. Looking down his body and seeing the ‘biscuit face’ on Jeremiah just made him want Jeremiah more than ever. He was determined to have Jeremiah’s cock in him before the night was over.
Determined to bring Ethan to orgasm, Jeremiah closed his eyes and alternated sucking with speed. Jeremiah wanted Ethan to experience as much pleasure as he did. The biscuits made the trip to Fergies worthwhile; Ethan made the whole of the trip worthwhile. Jeremiah was going to have to thank his managing editor for suggesting the topic and insisting he drive all over creation just to get here at this moment.
He looked up Ethan’s very fit and tight body with its sprinkling of hair over the stomach to the triangle patch between the pecs. Jeremiah knew the sensitivity of Ethan’s nipples and the delight he had in making the other young man squirm. Ethan’s eyes were closed and his mouth slack, taking
in deep breaths of air. The reflex action of Ethan’s hips trying to match Jeremiah’s rhythm brought a smile to Jeremiah, as did the appreciative moans.
If there was one thing Jeremiah was proud of, it was his skill at sucking cock and bringing someone to completion with just his mouth and tongue. He also enjoyed fucking and dug his fingers in a little deeper into Ethan’s ass cheeks at the thought. Ethan’s ass was next on Jeremiah’s menu for the night. But for now, he wanted to continue to enjoy the cock in his mouth and the sweet taste of maleness and sweat.
Ethan’s mind had gone to other regions as Jeremiah worked his own special brand of magic. Ethan recognized his body’s sensations as his balls tightened, and he could feel the pressure of release coming soon.
Looking down into Jeremiah’s eyes, Ethan breathed, “I’m going to explode soon.”
Jeremiah nodded and kept up the pressure and the action, making sure he took Ethan deeper and deeper into his throat. Ethan’s cock twitched, and Jeremiah pulled back, letting Ethan cum all over his face. Jeremiah appeared pleased with the creamy mess and the huge sigh that came from Ethan.
“Thank you,” was about all Ethan could muster.
Jeremiah crawled up and over Ethan, still dripping with Ethan’s manhood all over his face. Jeremiah kissed Ethan softly but still with the force of passion. “No. Thank you. This was perfect.”
Ethan shook his head. “Not perfect until you’ve cum in my ass.”
Jeremiah smiled and kissed him again, long and hard.
Chapter 4
They both agreed a shower was in order, and they also decided to go one at a time since the inevitable was likely to happen within the close confines of the shower and hot water.
“Why waste precious spunk in a shower?” Ethan’s wiped Jeremiah’s face off with a wet washrag. “Get cleaned up and then so will I.”
Ethan heard his phone ding and went to see while Jeremiah washed off. It kept Ethan focused on something else other than the glorious cock about to mount him.