A Little Lesson

by Pandora Pine

  Bronson nodded. “I’ve met him a few times at school events.”He had no earthly idea where Nash was going with this conversation unless of course he’d spoken to the principal about having Tucker removed from his classroom. Bronson felt his heart break all over again. Tucker would be devastated to lose his favorite teacher.

  “I don’t know if you know this, but Rem’s brother, Rainier, is a family lawyer who specializes in custody cases.” Nash offered Bronson a smile.

  Visibly sagging in his seat, Bronson felt like he could breathe again. At least Tucker wasn’t going to lose Nash, whether Bronson would lose him or not remained to be seen. “I was looking at custody lawyers in the area last night and I remember seeing Rainier’s name.”

  Was Rainier James the reason Nash was here this morning? He’d been a complete and total asshole to Nash and he’d come over this morning to help him with his situation with Tucker.

  Nash chewed thoughtfully on his pastry, his eyes glued to Bronson. “I sent Rainier a text and let him know you would be calling. I also let him know you were part of the Little Wonders family.”

  Bronson felt humbled. If now wasn’t the time to apologize to Nash, Bronson didn’t know when was. “Thank you so much for contacting Rainier for me. There’s something, a couple of things, actually, I’d like to talk to you about too, if you’re agreeable to listening.”

  XX

  Nash took a sip from his hot chocolate, rolling the hot, sweet mixture over his tongue before swallowing. He had a feeling he knew exactly what Bronson was going to say, that he was sorry for the way things went down the other day, but that they needed to stay apart for Tucker’s sake. Pulling up his big boy pants, Nash nodded. “I’m listening.”

  Bronson found his first smile of the day over Nash agreeing to listen to him. “I was a complete and total asshat the other night.”

  “No you weren’t.” Bronson was a complete asshat, but Nash understood why Bronson acted the way he had and that had to count for something.

  “It’s nice of you to disagree, but I was such a dick. I freaked out about the possibility of losing Tucker and I took it out on you. I’m so sorry I did that, Nash. Can you ever forgive me?” Bronson folded his hands on the table and stared at Nash with hopeful eyes.

  “Of course I can forgive you.” Nash offered Bronson a smile. He took a deep breath, already prepared for Bronson to give him the brush off.

  Standing up from the table, Bronson crossed over to where Nash was sitting and knelt beside him. “I’ve missed you so much over these last few days. My life just isn’t the same place without you in it. I know there’s a possibility that I could lose custody of my son. I just don’t want to lose you too.” Bronson took a shuddering breath, his eyes never leaving Nash’s.

  Nash, for his part, was stunned. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of Bronson’s mouth. He was too stunned to say anything. All he could seem to manage was a nod.

  “I totally understand if you don’t want to give this thing between us another try, but if you do, I promise I’ll never hurt you again, Nash. I’ll be the best friend you’ve ever had and the best lover and I’ll…”

  The only way Nash knew to get Bronson to stop talking long enough to give his answer was to kiss the stubborn man. He pressed their lips together, tasting the grape jelly Bronson had smeared on his croissant.

  “Is that a yes?” Bronson asked breathlessly. “I didn’t hear a yes in there anywhere, although I will admit I was a bit distracted by those heavenly lips.”

  Nash nodded. He stood up and offered his hands down to Bronson, pulling the other man back to his feet. Once they both had their balance, Nash wrapped his arms around Bronson’s middle and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

  “Thank you for giving me a second chance,” Bronson whispered. “I won’t let Alicia take away the two people I care about the most.”

  As much as Nash loved the feeling of being back in Bronson’s strong arms, there were so many things to consider. “Alicia said that your being gay is the reason she wants to take Tucker away from you. If we’re together, she’s going to find out. I can’t be the reason you lose Tucker.” Nash took a deep breath. “If you lose him, I lose him too, Bronson.”

  Bronson pulled back from Nash, cupping the other man’s face in his hands. “It means the world to me that your first thought is about Tucker. When we’re done hugging this thing out, I’m gonna call Rainier and see if I can get an appointment.”

  “Well then I guess we’re done hugging this out.” Nash tried to take a step back from Bronson. He didn’t want that call to wait one more minute. Bronson wasn’t letting him go.

  “One more minute, Nash. I thought I’d lost you for good. All I want to do is hold you for one more minute.”

  Nash wrapped his arms around Bronson. Who was he to argue with that kind of logic?

  12

  Bronson’s fingers shook as he dialed Rainier’s phone number. He’d never been so grateful in his life. Nash was cleaning up their breakfast with a shy smile on his face, while he was calling the best custody attorney in Newburyport because Nash called in a favor.

  Even though his life was in turmoil, he’d never felt more at peace. He knew this attorney could help him and he’d have Nash at his side all the while.

  “Rainier James.”

  “Hi, Mr. James, my name is Bronson McKinnon.”

  “Hey Bronson! Nash Spencer said you’d be calling.” Rainier’s voice sounded warm.

  “Right, well, I um,” Bronson felt Nash wrap his arms around his middle and rest his face on Bronson’s back. “My ex-wife is suing me for full custody of my son and I need someone who’ll fight to keep me and Tucker together.”

  "I'm free at 3pm this afternoon if you'd like to stop by my office on Lime Street?"

  "Today?" Bronson couldn't believe what he was hearing. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was take Tucker to a divorce attorney's office with him. Rainier’s timing was right on the money.

  "Sure. Nash made it sound like the situation was urgent and I'd like to get started right away."

  "I can't thank you enough, Mr. James. I'll be there at three."

  "Please call me Rainier and it's my pleasure. If you have access to a fax machine, can you please send me the papers Alicia’s attorneys served you?"

  "I have a fax here at home. I'll send the papers over right now."

  "Great! That will give me the chance to read them before we meet."

  "Thanks, Rainier."

  "Take care."

  Bronson pressed the button to disconnect the call and sagged back against Nash.

  "That sounded pretty promising." Nash held Bronson tighter.

  "He's got time to see me today. Can you believe that?" Bronson wriggled around in Nash's arms so they were facing each other.

  "I'm so happy for you. Rainier is good at what he does. If anyone can keep you and Tucker together, it's him."

  "Thank you so much for calling him, Nash. You did that amazing thing for me even though I'd hurt you." Bronson shook his head, feeling his emotions starting to get the best of him again. "How do I ever say thank you for that?"

  Nash licked a stripe up Bronson's neck. "How about with your lips?" Winking at Bronson, Nash went back to nibbling on his lover's neck.

  God, Nash's lips were heaven on earth. "How can I use my lips when you won't stop using yours?" Bronson's voice shook with need and desire. It never took much stimulation from Nash to get his motor running.

  "You're the bookworm. Use your imagination." Nash slipped his hands under Bronson's tee and started running them up his back.

  Bronson thought about it for a moment. Granted, it was hard to concentrate with Nash's lips licking steadily up his neck toward his jaw line. Wrapping his arms under Nash's firm ass, Bronson lifted his lover off the floor. "Wrap your legs around me."

  "I knew you'd figure it out." Nash grinned before kissing Bronson.

  It wasn't easy navigating his way around the apartme
nt with Nash licking at the seam of his closed lips. Bronson bumped into the sofa and then into the door jamb leading down the hall toward his bedroom.

  Growling over Nash's insistence to be let in, Bronson opened his lips and Nash instantly swept his tongue inside. Moaning, Bronson climbed up on the bed with his knees and fell forward, landing on top of Nash, which was exactly where he wanted to be.

  "You're wearing too many clothes," Nash panted, trying to rip Bronson's shirt over his head, but having no success.

  "It's only 10:00am, we've got nearly five hours. What's the rush?" Bronson brushed a lock of dark hair off Nash's forehead.

  "These last few days without you have been hell. I don't want to waste another minute." Nash took an unsteady breath, his eyes locked on Bronson's. "I need you. I love you."

  Sucking in a deep breath, Bronson couldn't believe what Nash had just said. Maybe he heard him wrong. "Am I having a stroke or did you just tell me that you love me?"

  Nash laughed, cupping Bronson's face in his hands. "No, you're not having a stroke and yes, I love you. I think I fell in love with you the minute you shook my hand on the first day of school. Please, Bronson," Nash hitched his hips upward, nudging his erection against Bronson's stomach. "I can't wait another minute to be yours."

  Bronson couldn't wait another minute either. Pressing a last kiss to Nash's lips, he backed away from his lover to dig through his nightstand drawer. It had been a long time since he'd had another man in his bed and he wasn't quite sure he even had condoms and lube anymore. Shifting an old paperback copy of Treasure Island out of the way, he hit pay dirt. "Thank Christ!" Bronson pulled out a small bottle of lube and box of condoms with one foil packet left inside.

  While Bronson had been digging through the drawer, Nash had taken his clothes off. When Bronson turned around, his lover was lying in the middle of his bed, leisurely stroking his cock. "Fuck, you're beautiful like that, naked and needy and all mine."

  Nash nodded, gripping his cock at the base.

  Bronson knew if Nash was holding his dick like that it meant he was on the edge already and it wouldn't take much to get him to blow his load. He also knew it wasn't going to take much for him to come too. The first ride might be fast and quick, but they had the rest of their lives to slow down and get it right.

  Tossing the lube to Nash, Bronson licked over his own kiss-swollen bottom lip. "Get yourself ready. I want to watch you touch yourself."

  "Yeah, fuck, yeah." Nash's shaking hands fumbled with the small bottle before managing to snap the top open and drizzle his fingers with the lube. He pressed one finger against his hole and pushed it inside.

  "Jesus Christ," Bronson whispered, yanking down his sleep pants and kicking out of them. He'd never seen anything sexier in his life than Nash fingering his hole open. "How does it feel?"

  "Not as good as that huge cock is gonna feel." Nash winked and pulled out his first finger to add a second.

  Not wanting to take his eyes off Nash, Bronson somehow managed to rip open the condom wrapper and slip it out of the package. He rolled it slowly down his length, every inch of it torture. His body was shouting for release and he didn't want to find it until he was balls deep inside Nash's sweet ass. "Christ, are you ready yet?"

  "Now who's impatient?" Nash pulled his fingers out of his twitching hole and motioned for Bronson to join him on the bed.

  Climbing up with his knees, Bronson slid his hands up Nash's calves, pushing his legs open as he moved higher. He lined up his cock with Nash's loosened hole and looked up at his lover.

  Nash's pupils were blown wide with desire. All that was visible was the thinnest ring of blue. He was breathing heavy, his hands clutching Bronson's shoulders. "Now, Bronson. Make me yours."

  Bronson smiled. "You've always been mine, Nash. You’ll always be mine." Bronson pushed forward a bit, feeling his cock breach Nash's snug passage. With as wound up as Nash had him in combination with how tight and hot he was, this might very well be the shortest ride in history.

  Brushing a soft kiss against Nash's lips, Bronson felt a bit more of himself slip inside Nash's body. "You're mine and I'm yours."

  "Yours," Nash whispered, lifting his ass to meet Bronson's thrust.

  Feeling himself bottom out, Bronson moaned low in his throat. Christ, he was going to need every ounce of control just to pull back without blowing his load. "I love you too."

  Nash cried out, clutching Bronson's shoulder's even harder.

  Bronson could feel a hot wet gush against his stomach and knew Nash had started to come. He pulled back a bit and slammed forward causing Nash to cry out again.

  "Love you, love you," Nash mumbled while Bronson rocked their joined bodies.

  "Love you too," Bronson whispered when Nash's cock had stopped twitching between them.

  "I'm so sorry." Nash tried to bury his face in the comforter.

  Bronson turned Nash’s face so he could see into his lover’s eyes. "Sorry for what?" What could Nash possibly have to apologize for?

  "For coming so fast. You just felt so good and I..."

  Bronson stopped Nash's apology with a kiss. "There is nothing to be sorry for. It was incredible watching you lose it like that when I told you I loved you." If he lived to be a hundred, he’d never forget Nash’s reaction to his words of love.

  "How can you say that?" I lasted like ten seconds." Nash frowned.

  "Hmm, but you're forgetting I haven't come yet." Bronson reached down to grab Nash's wilted cock. It was still slick with his juices. "I'm not coming until you're coming with me, Nash."

  "Jesus Christ." Nash’s blue eyes popped open and started to darken again.

  Bronson felt Nash's cock give a weak twitch and start to harden. Round two might start sooner than he anticipated. Bronson was perfectly content to wait, slowly fucking into Nash's body while stroking his lover’s cock back to life.

  XX

  Nash didn’t know if he was coming or going. The slow drag of Bronson’s cock against his prostate in concert with the way his lover’s hand was stroking his cock was otherworldly.

  No other man had ever shown this much interest in his pleasure before. The random hook-ups he’d had before Dan had only been interested in getting off before getting gone. Dan, on the other hand was the fastest gun in the west. It only took a few strokes into Nash’s body and Dan was grunting his release. He’d always ended up having to take care of himself in the bathroom, while Dan drifted off to sleep in their bed.

  He was ashamed to admit it, but after their first night together and Bronson’s aborted blowjob, he’d been worried the librarian was going to be the same kind of selfish lover that Dan had been. Nash was absolutely thrilled to be wrong.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Bronson whispered in his ear.

  “Yeah, well you’re so fucking huge.” Bronson’s dick was easily the biggest he’d ever handled and was pretty proud that he was managing to take it so well. He was sure that after a few weeks, he’d be taking Bronson’s cock like a champ. As for tomorrow, he’d be limping for sure.

  Bronson snorted, sucking a bruise into the tender skin over Nash’s heart.

  “It’s been years since someone did that.”

  “What? Fuck you senseless with a monster cock?” Bronson tipped him a saucy wink, before surging deep into Nash’s body.

  “That too.” Nash levered himself up on his elbow to suck a matching bruise against Bronson’s heart. The idea of marking Bronson as his was fucking hot.

  “Don’t know how much longer I can last.” Bronson bent forward to press his forehead against Nash’s.

  Nash grabbed Bronson’s ass in both hands, digging his fingers into the muscle. “So fuck me senseless then.”

  Bronson shifted his hips, pulling back and almost out of Nash’s snug passage. “Need you to come too.”

  “So then fuck me, Bronson.” Nash gave Bronson’s cheeks a squeeze.

  “Jesus Christ.” Bronson shifted up on his knees, rolling Nash nearly in half, b
efore surging deep into his lover’s body. “Is that what you wanted?”

  “Fuck, yes!” Nash let go of Bronson’s ass to hold his sweat-soaked shoulders. “Don’t stop ‘til were both coming.”

  “Your wish is my command,” Bronson gritted out between clenched teeth.

  Nash watched with wonder in his eyes as Bronson set a punishing pace. If he thought he’d be limping before, now he was gonna need help just getting out of bed, but he didn’t care, so long as Bronson kept fucking him like this.

  “So fucking close,” Bronson panted, fisting Nash’s cock to the rhythm of his hips.

  “Me too.” Nash watched the look in Bronson’s eyes lose focus as he got closer to his end. He’d never forget this moment between them as long as he lived.

  “Nash, I’m coming!” Bronson roared while he snapped his hips a bit harder.

  Nash was so close, one or two more strokes and he’d be there. “Bronson!” Nash bellowed, his voice echoing off the high bedroom ceiling. He dug his fingers harder into his lover’s shoulders as his cock pumped wave after wave of sweet cream all over them.

  “We’re gonna have to figure out a way to explain this to Tucker,” Bronson said once they were cleaned up and cuddled in bed with Nash’s head on his chest.

  Nash had been thinking the same thing. “I agree. He’s been so good at remembering to call me Mr. Spencer in school and not talking about the time we’ve spent together outside the classroom.”