Waiting for Rain

by Susan Mac Nicol

  I smiled. “Tam, I’m not in danger. Neil’s a bully, that’s all. And it isn’t your fault, darling. He’s disliked me from day one because he and his dad are thick with that guy, Landon, that I clobbered in Lincoln, and he’s just looking for an excuse.”

  Her face was pale. “And now Lucas might be in trouble too, all because of me. I don’t know what to do. Lucas says he’s not worried, just like you he can handle himself, but I’m really scared, Toby. I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

  “I pity the bugger who takes on Lucas,” I said drily. “He has a black belt in karate, and they’ll have to get up very early to get close to him.” I smiled. “I almost hope they try.”

  She looked up at as she sniffled. “I didn’t know that. That makes me feel better.” She looked turned on about the fact Lucas did karate, and I grinned. I thought I’d just increased his chances of getting lucky. “Still, Neil’s being such a complete prat. There has to be something we can do.”

  I shook my head, moving away to get tissues from the bathroom. “It’ll blow over,” I called out as I unwound toilet paper. I had no more tissues. They’d all been used in post-sex cleanup operations between me and Rain the other night.

  I came out and offered the toilet paper to her. She blew her nose loudly. I kissed her forehead. “Better?”

  She nodded.

  I sighed. “Honest, Tam, this is just them getting their bit of fun. It will all blow over as long as we don’t rise to the bait.”

  “Are you sure?” She sounded uncertain.

  “Yup. Now stop your blubbering, woman, and give me a hug.”

  She hugged me and stepped back. “You’ll be careful?”

  I sighed dramatically and crossed my fingers over my heart. “Scout’s honor. I will be careful.”

  She turned to leave, then turned back. “Toby, Rain was only worried about you. Don’t give him a hard time.” She raised a hand to her mouth as she realized what she’d said and that, of course, I would jump on that bandwagon. I was nothing if not predictable that way.

  “Darling, he counts on me giving him a hard time, and I him. Now bugger off and let me finish up here, and I’ll be down in a jiffy.”

  She left, looking much happier. I pottered around a little, then went back to work.

  The rest of the day passed sans any more emotional events. Rain let me be, and I didn’t see him the whole afternoon. He’d obviously decided to give me space, but now I’d calmed down, I was a little miffed at that.

  Surely boyfriends are supposed to be pushy and try and make you see sense even when you’d asked them not to?

  I worked and kept an eye on the door, and when by 7:00 p.m. my shift was ending and I hadn’t even seen him, I decided to mosey on down to the Canterbury. It was locked up, dark, and there was no one there. I felt even more put out. The bastard hadn’t even said good-bye.

  I flounced—yes, I do flounce occasionally, as camp as that might appear—back to my room and once again slammed the door. I scowled down at my sedate and snoozing cock. “See what happens when you play prima donna? Your boyfriend doesn’t even kiss you good-bye, and you end up all bloody alone with no chance for a bit of nooky. And it serves you bloody right.”

  Mr. Cocky was silent, no doubt commiserating on my lack of nooky. I picked up my phone and sent a terse text off to Rain.

  Nice of you to say good-bye. T.

  He replied a few minutes later as I was making coffee.

  You said you needed space. I didn’t want to be chewed up and spat out. R :)

  A bloody smiley face? Did this situation warrant that? I decided to keep it casual.

  I thought you liked it when I chewed on you? As for the spitting—I swallow, remember?

  Ha Ha. Funny man. You’re obviously in a better mood. R. x

  At least now I was getting kisses. Maybe the smiley face was working for us both. But I wasn’t giving him one back yet.

  I’d be in a much better mood if you were here. Are you at home? T

  A couple of minutes later my phone bleeped again.

  Nope. I’m in Leicester. With Taxi man and Barry. At Celts. R x

  My jaw dropped. He was where?

  You’re fucking where? T

  Do you perhaps need glasses to read my text? I thought it was pretty clear. R.

  You arsehole. What the hell are you doing there?

  It’s a gay man sauna, T. What do you think I’m doing? I’m saunaring. R

  I clenched my fingers into my palms, wondering what the hell kind of retort to send back on that one. I honestly couldn’t think of anything too sharp.

  Ha bloody ha. Well, enjoy yourself. Don’t choke on their dicks or bend over too far.

  I hit send in a strop and threw my mobile onto the bed. It was then I heard the bleep of his mobile phone. Rain had a distinctive notification for his texts, being a rather sinister Joker phrase with a crazy laugh at the end. I heard that crazy laugh now outside my door. My bad mood disappeared as I smiled from ear to ear at that familiar sound. My phone went off. My ringtone was Yoda saying there was a message from the dark side.

  Are you going to let me in? I’m bloody horny. I need you. R x

  I opened my door to see him standing there in the hallway, a huge grin on his face. He looked completely delicious in his black jeans and his red cutoff tee shirt, with his hair slightly wild, as he’d let it dry naturally.

  He raised an eyebrow at me. “I was told there’s a bloke here who chews and swallows? Is he in?”

  I reached over and dragged him in, absolutely desperate to taste his mouth. I slammed him back against the wall as I shut the door with my foot and ground my mouth into his with a greed I only felt for this man. He gasped at the extent of my passion and slid his hands around my hips, pulling me into him.

  “You bastard,” I gasped in between kisses. “You bloody bastard. I thought you were at Celts.”

  He laughed loudly as his hands slid in between my shirt and my skin. “Now why would I want an old taxi man and his fat boyfriend when I can have a young, supremely sexy boy like you? God, you are so easy. I was around the corner for a while. I waited till that last text, then stood outside your door.”

  I was already unzipping his jeans, and he chuckled, pushing my hands away. “Hold on. God, this is a change from the sulky sod you were earlier. All alpha male and tough. It was a complete turn-on, actually. You can be such a bad boy.”

  His tongue slid back into my mouth, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Still keeping his mouth locked on mine, I hauled him over to the bed and pushed him onto it. He lay back on his elbows with a slow, sexy laugh. “I take it we’re not arguing anymore, then? You’ve had your hissy fit?”

  I ignored him, already pulling his jeans off. He raised his backside to let me shuffle them out from under him. He was wearing no underwear, and his cock sprang free, a purple, swollen, wonderful sight. He gazed at me from under his dark brows.

  “I had a feeling I wouldn’t need underwear,” he said sultrily.

  I leaned down and licked the tip of his erection. “You were right,” I murmured as he arched his body up toward me. “And I don’t have bloody hissy fits.” I nibbled the end of his cock, tugging it slightly with my teeth, and he yelped.

  “Christ, Toby, I know you said you chew, but hell… oh dear God….” His voice trailed off into an agonized whisper as I took him into my mouth, effectively shutting him up. It was always guaranteed to make him lose his breath. He closed his eyes, and I could hear his panting as I licked and nuzzled, sucked and pressured, and generally drove him to distraction. His hands clutched the bedspread, his knuckles white, and he opened his eyes as I looked up at him. They were unfocused, his gaze blank, and I laughed softly as I moved my mouth away and stood up to take my own clothes off. I started to unfasten my tie, and he growled softly.

  “Leave your shirt and tie on,” he instructed. “Unbutton your shirt and just put your tie loosely around your neck.”

  I was taking my trouser
s off, and my cock lurched madly at his words. I slipped out of my trousers, slid my boxers off, and kicked them across the room.

  “Is this your idea of a role play, Rain?” I asked silkily, unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time, watching his eyes devour the sight. “Am I the bad boy, well-dressed business executive about to give the local handyman a blowjob he’ll remember? I’m afraid my arse isn’t yours tonight. I’m still too bloody tender from last night.” My white dress shirt was now loose in the front, and I rolled my sleeves up to the elbows. Rain watched, swallowing, his cock getting even harder. I smiled as I played with the tie around my neck, which hung loosely on my chest. I slid it around my neck teasingly, rolling the fabric through my fingers. Rain watched, mesmerized. I felt a sense of power in being able to turn him on like this. My own cock was steel hard.

  “Now where were we?” I whispered as I took him in my mouth again, loving the taste of his sweat and precome, musk and primeval animal. He groaned loudly, gripping my head, pushing himself in deeper as I moved, sliding my tongue up and down his shaft. The tie dangled against his body, and I made sure I moved so that the silk brushed his cock, hearing him hiss as he gripped my hair tighter.

  “God, Toby, you know how to work that mouth of yours,” he gasped. “Just don’t stop, lover. Then I’ll take care of you before you bloody explode.”

  I went lower, sucking one of his balls into my mouth, nibbling it gently, feeling the roughness of the sac against my tongue. He moaned loudly as I tongued it, then moved back up to fill my mouth with him once more. The noises he made were such a turn-on, and I reveled in being able to do this to him, my rough-and-tough carpenter. He squirmed, moaning for what seemed like hours as I played with him, cunningly fingering him, stroking that sweet spot between balls and backside that drove him crazy. My hard-on was getting its own action as I rubbed myself against his leg, the bed, or anything else I could find to cause a little friction. But I didn’t want to come. Not yet. I wanted him to do that for me.

  Finally, I took pity on his entreaties and increased my efforts, and within minutes I felt the roots of my hair almost being pulled out as he came. His semen shot into the back of my throat, hot and slippery, and I took it all. His body shuddered, his thighs tensed like steel girders. Finally, he was spent, and I climbed up his boneless, still-quivering body and kissed him. He pushed me over onto my back, covering me half with his body as his hand wrapped around my cock. His palm was rough, a texture I knew to be uniquely Rain, hard-working and toughened.

  He knew how to work me, his expert hands caressing, stroking, squeezing, and fingering my tip, leaving me writhing on the bed. His lips were on mine, hard and demanding, his stubble scratching my face with the vehemence of his kisses. I slid my hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles in his back as they played beneath my needy fingers.

  “You drive me fucking crazy,” he growled, his mouth biting at every available bit of flesh he could find. I held my breath as he gave a particularly deep and painful suck to my nipple, moving down to attack the soft skin of my stomach with needy teeth and lips. I winced in delicious pain. I’d definitely be covered in love bites tomorrow, all over the place from the feel of it.

  “I want to mark every bit of you as mine,” he whispered as his hand caressed my almost bursting cock. Normally those words would have caused me to have an egomaniacal hissy fit and declare, once again, that I belonged to nobody. I tried a little token resistance.

  “I told you I don’t do possession well,” I gasped as he moved farther down to suck at the skin on my inner thigh. He gave me one last nip, as if punishing me for my words.

  “Do you want me to stop, then?” He stared at me darkly.

  I shook my head frantically. “No, God, no, don’t stop.”

  “Then shut up and let me finish.” He went back to marking me, and I arched my back as he gave me a painful bite. He increased the pressure on my dick, giving it one last hard stroke. I climaxed, spurting out ribbons of white silk over his hand, his chest, my stomach, before collapsing back, satisfied and breathless. Rain moved up to take my mouth again, and for a moment we simply enjoyed the taste of each other. Finally, he let my lips go and nestled in beside me. I felt his soft breath against my chest.

  “So, I take it we’re not fighting anymore?” His mouth caressed my jaw as his fingers played with the tie that lay against my sweating and bitten chest. He tightened the knot, sliding it up and down, loose then tight, over and over again.

  I kissed his forehead. “I can’t stay mad at you for caring about me.”

  “I don’t want to see anyone hurt you,” he murmured quietly as his mouth grazed my nipple, and I shivered.

  “Let’s not rehash it all,” I whispered

  He sighed, his fingers still playing with the tie.

  I grinned. “You have a thing for that item.”

  “Uh-huh. I have a couple of ideas on how to use it,” he teased.

  “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” Anticipation rippled through my body. Rain sat up, motioning for me to do the same. I did, and he lifted the tie over my head to take it off and draped it through his fingers.

  I shivered at the look in his eyes. He smiled. “I could tie you up with it.”

  I was the most amazing inflatable Ken doll as my penis took on a life of its own at the thought.

  “Or I can blindfold you with it so you have no idea what I’m about to do.” He smiled wickedly. “Or I can get two ties, and we can do it all at the same time.” His own steadily growing hardness twitched against my thigh.

  “Jesus, Rain,” I said huskily. “I like all of those, especially the last one. As long as I get to return the favor.”

  My lover laughed softly as he got off the bed. “That goes without saying.” He cocked his head toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower. Want to join me? And wear your shirt. I want to see it all wet and stuck to your body.” He shivered slightly. “This is going to be so hot.”

  He padded naked into the bathroom as I watched his taut backside. I gave it a minute until I heard the water and then joined him. I wore the bloody shirt.

  EARLY THE following morning, Rain left to go back to his house for a change of clothing. He said with a smirk it was one of the perks of being your own boss. No one to report in to when you needed some personal time. We stood outside in the courtyard for a minute, mouths locked together, hands cupped on each other’s arses. There was a soft cough behind us. We pulled apart to see the ruddy face of the farmer, Dave Beddington, staring at us curiously. I flushed beet red at being caught making out with my boyfriend in front of a man who’d once given me a job. Rain sniggered at my obvious discomfort, and I ignored him. My lover opened the car door and made to get into the car, but Dave waved a large, meaty paw. Rain stopped.

  “No you don’t, young man,” Dave growled. “I want to talk to the pair of you.”

  Rain looked surprised at that comment, but he closed the car door and leaned against it, waiting for Dave to carry on. I tried a morning greeting.

  “Morning, Dave. This is early to see you here. What’s up?”

  The big, burly man moved toward us with a fierce scowl. “Fucking sheep thieves.”

  My jaw gaped, and Rain’s did the same. We stared as Dave planted his very sizeable and meaty body in front of our gobsmacked faces.

  “Sorry?” Rain managed to get out finally. “We’re sheep thieves? I don’t even like bloody sheep—”

  The farmer waved an impatient hand. “Not you two, you idiots. But I want you to find them.” He frowned at Rain. “Where are you from, then? Foreign lad, are we?”

  I wanted to giggle at the put-out expression of Rain being declared a foreigner after eighteen years of living here, but I thought better of it. I felt like Alice down the rabbit hole. “Find who?” I squeaked. Rain moved closer to me, as if together we’d form some sort of wall against this obviously angry bundle of fun in front of us. I was touched that my lover was trying to protect me until I noticed he wa
s standing slightly behind me, as if I was to be the first one in the firing line.

  “Bloody sheep thief. I want you two to find out who’s stealing my fucking sheep from my field.”

  I didn’t recall having “sheep thief detective” on my CV, so I was a little taken aback by the request. “Dave, you’ve lost me. Why would we be able to find out who’s stealing your sheep? I don’t think we have the expertise—”

  Dave glared at me and gave a loud, explosive snort. “Don’t need no special talents, boy. Just a pair of eyes and a bit of patience.” His eyes narrowed. “And you two owe me for what you got up to in my field.” He smiled slyly. “That thing you did on my bloody haystack.”

  Rain tensed beside me, and my stomach sank into the ground.

  Dave grinned. “I was out walking the dogs late one night, and I heard some really funny noises. I thought a badger might be caught in one of the poacher’s snares. But it weren’t no bloody badger, were it? It were you two going at it like stoats.”

  I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. My face must have been flaming red. I swear they could have seen its glow from the space shuttle millions of miles away. Rain’s jaw was still hanging open. For a change, he was speechless. The farmer laughed, his jowls wobbling and his hands gripping his tree trunk thighs. “It was quite a sight, it was. I’ve seen it on the special telly channels but never in real life.”

  I assimilated the words, but I couldn’t make sense of the fact that Dave watched gay-man porn. He was married, for God’s sake—to a woman. The farmer laughed harder.

  “If you two could see your bloody faces, classic it is. I like a little bit of man-on-man action. But don’t tell my wife. I got a real hard-on watching you two on top of that stack. What I could see looked very interesting.”

  Rain stepped forward, having found his voice. “We’re sorry if we offended you. It was a momentary aberration. We won’t do it again on your haystack.” I looked at him in amazement. He sounded so contrite, using big words like “aberration.” His face was pink too, and he looked very uncomfortable.