by Shawn Lane
“Yes, more.”
Kevin pushed his finger all the way in and moved it around. “I’m going to add another.” He did.
“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth at the burn.
“Too much?” Kevin’s voice was anxious.
“No.” He blew out a breath. He peered at the plug, glad it looked considerably thinner than Kevin’s dick. “Okay, I’m ready for that.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Relax, babe,” Kevin said, placing a kiss on his knee. “It’ll hurt if you’re all tense.”
Michael nodded and forced himself to relax. Kevin slowly—very slowly—began to insert the plug in his entrance. For a second he clenched up.
“Easy, Michael, relax,” Kevin soothed.
The butt plug went farther in, past his muscle, the sting gradually going away. Kevin angled it just a little, sending a renewed jolt of lust through Michael.
“Ah, shit.”
Kevin grinned. “Good?”
“Yeah. Need to be inside you. Ride me.”
His lover re-slicked his fingers and inserted them in his ass, preparing himself for Michael’s cock. Kevin scrambled up Michael’s body, straddling either side of him. Their gazes met, held. Michael’s breath caught at the love he saw in Kevin’s eyes.
He gripped Kevin’s hips and lowered him down, his lover opening easily to Michael’s penetration.
“God, I do love that.” Kevin gasped. He thrust up and down on Michael’s cock, fucking himself hard and fast.
For a long time, Michael just let him set the pace, but then his own body reacted, his cock twitching inside, the plug in his ass moving with the motions of his body. He pumped up even as Kevin pushed down.
“Unh,” Kevin moaned, long and low. Cum squirted from his cock, dribbling over Michael’s stomach. “Michael!”
Michael’s balls tightened. He dug his fingers in, pushing into Kevin again and again. His release burst forth so powerfully he almost saw stars.
Kevin collapsed on him, lying on his chest, panting heavily. Michael’s arms closed around him, drawing him close. In a moment he would remove the plug and clean them up, but for now he just wanted to enjoy their reunion.
“You’re amazing,” Kevin whispered. “I’m so glad we’re together.”
“Me too. More than you know.” He tightened his hold.
“Man, I’m tired.” Kevin yawned. “I love you.”
Before Michael could respond, he heard Kevin’s soft snores. “Love you too.”
Chapter 9
Two months later
Kevin twisted his hands in his lap, glancing apprehensively at the large two-story house. It was a familiar sight. The Bennetts had lived there when he and Danny grew up together. He’d spent many days and nights there.
But never as their older son’s lover.
Michael turned off the ignition in the Maserati he’d just parked in the driveway and turned to Kevin with a smile. He rested a hand on Kevin’s bare leg. This being Independence Day, Kevin had chosen to wear flag shorts, a blue T-shirt, and a red crystal star stud in his nose.
“Are you all right, babe?”
“Uh-huh. Just nervous.”
“I don’t know why. They’re not strangers, Kevin.” Michael squeezed his leg.
“Well, sort of they are. I mean, it’s been nine years since I’ve been here. I was just a kid last time. And now…well.” He shrugged.
“You’re the most important person in my life,” Michael said, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Everything will be fine, babe. They always liked you before.”
“I wasn’t sleeping with their son then. Or their brother.” Kevin sighed. “You lucked out.”
“Yes, I did.” Michael smiled, reaching over to tuck a lock of Kevin’s hair behind his ear.
Kevin blushed. “I don’t mean with me.”
“But I do.”
“What I meant is you don’t have to really deal with my loser family. I don’t have any siblings, Dad’s safely losing his money to slot machines in Vegas, and Mom’s probably praying for both of us now in Illinois. We never have to see either of them if we don’t want to.”
“Sweetheart, they’re your family. I’m damn sure we’re going to see them eventually. Now, come on, you’re just stalling. We have to get out of the car.”
“O-Okay.”
Michael took both of Kevin’s hands in his. “They will love you. And you know why?”
He shook his head.
“Because I do.”
Warmth and a bubbling happiness enveloped him. Kevin smiled. Ever since they’d exchanged the words, Kevin never got tired of hearing them. All of them. “You do what?”
Michael kissed him. “I love you.”
Kevin threw his arms around Michael and squeezed. “I love you too.” He nuzzled Michael’s neck.
“Stop that or you’ll embarrass both of us when we go in there with full-blown erections,” Michael admonished.
Kevin instantly pulled away, mortified. No way could he let that happen. He opened the passenger door and scrambled out.
Michael got out from his side, locked the car, and then came around to Kevin and snagged his hand in his and led him to the front door.
Kevin had tried to convince Michael to dress in patriotic attire similar to his, but Michael wouldn’t go for it. The closest he got was pulling on a pair of blue jeans and a maroon T-shirt. Kevin had offered to sprinkle some of the white pixie dust he’d put in his own hair over Michael’s, but his lover had given him a most emphatic no.
The door opened even as they approached it and Michael’s mother, Pamela, stood in the doorway. “I was beginning to wonder if you two were ever going to get out of that car.”
Kevin blushed, but Michael merely laughed.
She opened the screen door wide. “Come in, come in. Your father’s starting the barbecue. Danny’s already on his second beer.”
Michael tugged Kevin into the house. He turned to his mother in the front hall. Kevin noticed she wore a red knit dress with firecracker earrings in her ears. He couldn’t help but approve.
“Mom, you remember Kevin Flaherty. And Kevin, of course, you remember my mom.”
“Hello, Mrs. Bennett,” Kevin said politely.
“Come here, Kevin. Why so formal?” She pulled him into an embrace. “My goodness, it’s been ages. You’ve gotten so handsome too. No wonder you won Michael over.”
Kevin felt his cheeks go hot as she released him. “Uh, thanks.”
She waved her hand. “Look at you. You are so adorable. You even put red streaks in your hair for the day.”
Michael chuckled. “Actually, Mom, he always has those. But I agree, he is cute.”
“Oh.” She laughed, and then studied Kevin’s hair. “Is that flour in your hair, honey?”
“No, ma’am. Pixie dust.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he offered me some too. Come on, babe, let’s go find the rest of the family. You want a beer? Wine? Lemonade?”
Sometime later, after they’d eaten their fill of burgers and dogs, Kevin stood on the backyard deck, beer in hand admiring the garden Michael’s father carefully tended. The sliding door was open, and he could hear talking and laughing from within. It had been a good day.
Later there would be fireworks. Kevin knew the fireworks from the local high school could be seen from the Bennetts’ backyard. He’d spent many Fourth of July holidays there.
Danny came up behind him and handed him another bottle of beer. “You all right out here?”
“Yeah. Just remembering all the times we spent out here.” Kevin nodded toward the big tree in the yard where once they’d climbed. “Remember when we begged your dad to build us a tree house?”
“I sure do. He never did, either. Probably just as well. He’s never been that good with tools and stuff.”
“I heard that,” Mr. Bennett yelled out from within the house.
Kevin and Danny both laughed.
“Yeah. I’m sorry, Danny. That’s mostly my fault. I shouldn’t have stopped being friends with you just because of my problems with Michael.”
Danny nodded. He looked a lot like his brother now, Kevin noticed, although not quite as good-looking and quite a bit shorter. “I understood then. I understand even more now. He tells me you’re living together too. I’m really glad about you and Michael being together. I never would have thought it would have happened, though.”
Kevin smiled and took a sip of his beer. “Me either. Funny how quirky life can be sometimes. But I love him, and he loves me.”
“I know. I think it’s great.” Danny paused to drink from his own beer. “You are going to come up to Stanford for my wedding, right?”
“Wouldn’t miss it.” He held up his bottle and clinked it to Danny’s.
“Hey you,” Michael said later, coming up behind Kevin just as the fireworks were about to begin. He wrapped his arms around Kevin and pulled him close. “I have something important to ask you.”
Kevin leaned back against him. “Hmm, yeah?”
The sky lit up around them with blue, red, and yellow fireworks.
Michael kissed the top of his head. “Will you marry me?”
Kevin froze, his breath caught in his throat and then seemed to stay there, clogging it. His fingers gripped Michael’s arms tight.
Michael turned him around to face him. His brown eyes were intense and the fireworks reflected in them. “I love you so much. I know it’s just a ceremony or a piece of paper, but you know me, I’m a lawyer. I believe in the legalities. I know I want to be with you forever. Please?”
Kevin’s eyes burned with tears. He tried to get the word out, but it stuck in his throat. He cleared it and then tried again. Finally, he gave up and nodded, flinging his arms around Michael’s neck.
Michael clasped him hard to him. “Good. And now you’d better turn around. You’re missing all the fireworks.”
Kevin nodded, kissed him, and then turned back around to face the sky. He still couldn’t seem to speak, so he just leaned back against Michael watching. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d get to marry Michael Bennett. The man of his dreams. Sometimes the fairy tales really did come true.
“Hey,” Michael whispered in his ear. “Tomorrow I want you to come somewhere with me. Okay?”
He tensed immediately. “Where?”
“Nowhere bad, I promise. It’s good. From now on, it’s always good.” He squeezed Kevin. “Say it again, Kevin.”
He knew what Michael wanted. “I love you, Michael.”
* * * *
It was just barely light when the Maserati pulled into the car-wash driveway. Michael stopped the car and they both got out.
Kevin wondered why Michael wanted to bring him there of all places. Maybe because that was where they’d met again after all the years apart? He didn’t know. He waited.
Michael had brought his briefcase. He set it on the hood of the car, carefully Kevin noticed, and snapped it open. He withdrew papers and handed them to Kevin.
“What’s this? A prenup?” Kevin joked.
Michael smiled. “Funny. No, Kevin. It’s the deed to the car wash. It’s yours.”
His heart thudded almost painfully in his chest. “What?”
“I bought this place for you. It was always for you.” Michael came to stand directly in front of him. “I want to protect you and take care of you always. Everything I have, everything I own, it’s all yours too. But this car wash, I want it to be yours only. It brought us together. If you hadn’t lost your job and got hired by Lewis here, we never would have met again. I can’t imagine how empty my life would have been without you in it, and I’m so glad I don’t have to.”
“God, are you trying to make me cry again?” Kevin laughed shakily. “This, this is so cool. I can’t believe you’d do this.”
“And really, you can do whatever you want with it. Have Gabby run it or even make her your partner. It’s yours to do whatever. Even sell it and invest the money.”
“Michael—”
He stopped Kevin’s words with his fingers on Kevin’s lips. “If something happens to me—”
Kevin hugged him tight. “Don’t even say that.”
“Shhh. I want you to be okay, no matter what. No matter what the laws are at the time or what’s going on with family or friends, I want you to be safe and secure if something happens to me.”
“I don’t want to think about that.”
“I know. And it will be a long time,” Michael assured him. He tilted Kevin’s face up to kiss him. “Love you.”
“I love you. If I’m lucky, I’ll go first,” Kevin said fiercely.
Michael shook his head. “I couldn’t handle that.” He wiped a tear rolling down Kevin’s cheek. “Anyway, this is supposed to be a happy moment. Want to go to breakfast?”
“Uh-huh.” Kevin glanced back at the Maserati and then grinned at Michael. “Hey, have you ever thought about us having sex in your car?”
Michael looked horrified. “Are you kidding? I don’t want sexual fluids on my seats.”
Kevin kissed Michael’s jaw. “Don’t worry, babe. I know this car wash that will detail it, no questions asked.”
THE END
ABOUT SHAWN LANE
Shawn Lane is a multi-published author of gay romances and believes love and passion know no boundaries. Happily Ever After is for everyone.
She has been published by Loose Id, Ellora's Cave, Amber Quill Press, Dreamspinner Press, and Evernight Publishing.
Shawn lives in California and holds down a boring day job in a legal department of a giant corporation dreaming of the nights and weekends when she can create new stories.
For more information, visit smlgr8.blogspot.com.
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