A Little Lesson

by Pandora Pine

  Bronson moaned, lowering his upper body to rest on the mattress.

  Canting his hips forward, Nash slipped his index fingers under the elastic and slowly started pulling the briefs down exposing Bronson’s ass. There was a small mole on the right cheek which was a perfect target. Nash slapped his hand against the mark.

  “Fuck, yes!” Bronson roared into the mattress, muffling his voice.

  “Oh you like that, huh?” In the time they’d spent together, Nash and Bronson had never talked about any kinks that either of them enjoyed. There was nothing Nash liked more than spanking a firm ass and watching his handprint mark his lover’s skin. His cock got impossibly harder, pushing against the tight confines of his own jeans.

  “More, Nash. I need more,” Bronson panted.

  Lowering his face, Nash swirled his tongue around Bronson’s tight little hole.

  Bronson bucked back against him.

  “Mmm, someone likes getting their ass eaten out, huh?” Not bothering to wait for an answer, Nash pushed Bronson’s cheeks apart and dove back in, lashing his tongue against the tight furl of muscle. He rubbed the firm globes of flesh in each hand while working over Bronson’s entrance. Pulling both of his hands back, he slapped Bronson.

  “Christ, I’m gonna come,” Bronson panted.

  Slipping a finger past the tight ring of muscle, Nash probed around for Bronson’s prostate.

  Howling, Bronson slipped a hand down to his cock.

  Nash spanked him again with his free hand. “No touching.”

  Groaning, Bronson obeyed. He fisted his hands in the bedspread, presumably so he wouldn’t be tempted to reach for his leaking dick again.

  Nash loved this side of Bronson, vulnerable and so trusting. He massaged Bronson’s tiny gland a bit harder knowing it wasn’t going to take much before Bronson would be blowing his load. His eyes roamed over the raised handprints on each cheek, his cock twitching in delight. “Come on, baby. Come for me.”

  Bronson turned his head toward the sound of Nash’s voice. He was whimpering against the wrinkled bedspread. It sounded like a combination of prayers and begging. “Please…”

  Nash pushed a second finger inside Bronson and slapped his already red left butt cheek.

  “NASH!” Bronson yelled, his whole body going rigid.

  Feeling his own cock jerk against his abdomen, he knew he was lost. His cock jerked and spewed along with Bronson, who kept calling out his name.

  When the yells turned into kitten-like whimpers, Nash eased his fingers from Bronson’s loosened hole. He rolled his lover onto his back and could see his juices coating the light cover of fur on his abs. Bronson was gasping for breath. “You’re fucking perfect,” Nash whispered.

  Bronson shook his sweaty head. “No, babe. You are.”

  Not in the mood to argue the point, Nash climbed up behind his wrecked lover and pulled him in his arms.

  18

  Bronson had a serious case of ants in his pants. He hadn’t been able to sit still since he left Nash’s house yesterday afternoon. Tearing himself away from his lover had been a little easier knowing that they’d be able to have a repeat performance of yesterday all weekend long.

  Before he’d gone back to his parents’ house for dinner and to pick up Tucker, Bronson had made a stop at the drug store. He’d bought the largest box of condoms they sold, along with a bottle of lube that would last a normal couple several months. If Bronson had his way, it would be empty by Sunday night.

  The work day was dragging by at a snail’s pace. Every time Bronson glanced at his watch, certain an hour had gone by, he found that it had only been a few minutes since the last time he checked. He rolled his eyes and groaned when he saw it was only 2:30pm. This day was never going to end.

  To make the time go by faster, Bronson had started planning out, in his head, how he wanted tonight to go. Nash loved Italian food, so he figured he’d make a quick red sauce. He’d grab a crusty loaf of Italian bread a bottle of red wine on his way home. If this day ever ended.

  After they ate and cleaned up, they’d bring the rest of the bottle of wine into the living room where Bronson planned to kiss Nash until their lips went numb. Once their lips reached an appropriate level of numbness, Bronson was going to scoop Nash into his arms and carry him to bed.

  Bronson could see it all, clear as day, in his mind’s eye.

  “Got some hot plans tonight, Romeo?” Maggie asked, setting a stack of magazines down on the checkout desk.

  “Maaaybe!” Bronson broke out into a huge smile. He couldn’t help himself. This is what being in love with Nash Spencer did to him.

  “Thank Zeus!” Maggie laughed. “Seeing you bummed out over the last few weeks sucked and not in a good way.”

  “I know I was hard to work with. Thanks for sticking by me, Mags.” Bronson had been more than just hard to work with, he’d been downright awful, constantly on the verge of tears. A real sad sack as his mother kept telling him.

  “That’s what friends do.” She set her hands on Bronson’s, the look on her face turning serious. “Are you sure seeing you-know-who isn’t going to cause problems for your custody case? Your lawyer said you two needed to cool your jets until after the judge made a ruling.”

  Bronson’s stomach clenched, he’d been too busy thinking about the wild moves he wanted to try in the bedroom with Nash to think about Rainier James’ advice about keeping his distance. “Tucker is off with his mom this weekend, so I’ll just be kicking around my apartment by myself and since one really is the loneliest number…” Bronson shrugged.

  Maggie nodded. “I hear you, just be careful.”

  Bronson opened his mouth, planning to tell Maggie he and Nash weren’t going to leave the apartment all weekend when his phone dinged with an incoming text message.

  Maggie raised an eyebrow as Bronson dug his phone out of his back trouser pocket.

  “Unbelievable,” Bronson said on a sigh as he read the message. [Can’t pick up Tucker.]

  “Let me guess, Mother of the Year is ditching her son yet again?” Maggie shook her head.

  Bronson nodded. “She’d been better with him since her lawyers served me with the custody papers.”

  “Oh, please!” Maggie practically yelled, not using her library voice. “You and I both know that’s just her putting lipstick on a pig.”

  “I know it’s all for show, but there’s a part of me that keeps hoping she’ll realize what a treasure it is to spend time with Tucker.” Bronson couldn’t imagine ditching his son to spend time with anyone else, including Nash.

  “You’ve been hoping and praying for that exact thing for almost six years, Bronson,” Maggie said sadly.

  “I’ll keep hoping and praying for Alicia to love Tucker until my last breath.” Bronson meant every word.

  After Bronson called his parents to ask them to pick Tucker up from school, his mind started spinning with new ideas for the evening. Obviously, homemade pasta and wine were out, as was the hot and heavy make-out session on the couch. Bronson had a feeling it would be pizza and garlic knots from Italiano’s and Toy Story, not that he was complaining.

  The biggest question rolling around in his head at the moment was what to do about Nash spending the night. On the one hand, Tucker was used to seeing Nash over at their apartment, but on the other hand, Nash had always been gone in the morning when Tucker woke up.

  He would talk to Nash about it, but had a feeling that he would agree the best thing to do was spend the night in his own bed. After all, they would have the rest of their lives to sleep together.

  XX

  Nash knew the moment Mitch and Peggy McKinnon walked into his classroom to pick up Tucker that plans for the evening had changed. He didn’t mind one bit, but still felt bad for Tucker. He’d known Alicia’s sudden interest in her son had more to do with winning the custody battle than with spending time with Tucker. He just wished he was wrong.

  What surprised Nash more than seeing Tucker’s grandparents w
as the note Mitch slipped into his hand when they shook. It reminded Nash of something that would happen in a corny rom-com.

  He’d slipped the note into the pocket of his jeans vowing to wait until the classroom was empty to read it. Nash’s mind spun with what the message contained. The most likely thing that was written was Bronson cancelling their plans because he’d have Tucker.

  Once he was alone, he slipped the folded paper from his pocket. The message was in Bronson’s handwriting on a piece of paper stamped from the public library. He grinned from ear-to-ear as he read the note from his lover.

  In the mood for pizza and Toy Story? My place, 6pm. I love you! B

  Nash laughed. He was most definitely in the mood for pizza and a movie with the McKinnons.

  “Mr. Spencer!” Tucker shouted, running to the door when Bronson opened it. The little boy wrapped his arms around Nash’s legs and hugged him for dear life.

  Laughing, Bronson shut the door behind them.

  Nash handed a bakery box from Cupcake Heaven to Bronson so he could hug Tucker back.

  “I missed you so much!” Tucker smiled up at Nash, his green eyes dancing. “I’m glad you get to be my friend again and not just my teacher.”

  Nash was glad too.

  “Did you bring me cupcakes, Mr. Spencer?” Tucker was looking back and forth between Nash and the bright pink box in Bronson’s hands.

  “Tucker, that’s not very polite.” Bronson rolled his eyes and set the box down on the kitchen table.

  Tucker released Nash and scrambled up onto the chair closest to the box. “Can I open it, Daddy? Can I? Pleeeease?” Tucker flashed him a big smile.

  “I don’t know. Nash, what do you think?” Bronson winked at him.

  Nash’s heart fluttered in his chest over the way Bronson was teasing him. “Tonight is a special night. I think it’s okay if Tucker opens the box.” Nash winked right back at his lover who was close enough to touch and hug and kiss.

  Nash walked around to the opposite side of the table from Bronson, knowing he didn’t have enough willpower to keep his hands to himself.

  “Dragon cupcakes!” Tucker shouted when he opened the box. “I love dragon cupcakes.”

  “Have you ever had a dragon cupcake before, buddy?” Bronson asked.

  “Nope!” Tucker crowed. “But Mr. Spencer bought them and he loves dragons, so I do too.”

  “Well that explains everything.” Bronson rolled his eyes and smiled warmly at Nash.

  “The cupcakes go along with the theme of the night.” Nash smiled mysteriously at Tucker.

  “What theme?” Tucker looked up a Bronson with a curious look on his face.

  “Don’t look at me.” Bronson shrugged. “It’s Nash who picked the theme.”

  “I asked your Daddy a while back if you’d ever seen this movie and he said no. I thought tonight would be a good night to watch it together.”

  “What movie?” Tucker swiveled his head back and forth between his teacher and his father.

  Nash slid the movie box out of the back waistband of his jeans and handed it facedown to Tucker.

  “How to train my dragon!” Tucker shouted, jumping up and down on the chair.

  Bronson lifted him up and set him on the floor.

  Tucker ran around the table to Nash, who scooped him up and hugged him tight.

  Bronson walked around the table and wrapped his arms around Nash and Tucker. “How about if we get this party started with some pizza?”

  “Don’t forget the garlic knots. I love garlic knots. Do you love garlic knots, Mr. Spencer?”

  Bronson burst out laughing.

  Nash loved Tucker’s enthusiasm. The little boy was excited about everything, in and out of the classroom. “I’ve never tried a garlic knot before.”

  “You’ll love ‘em! ‘Taliano’s makes the bestest food ever, right, Daddy?”

  “Yup!” Bronson pressed a kiss to Tucker’s forehead before doing the same to Nash. “I’ll call the order in now.”

  Nash set Tucker down on the floor and watched as Bronson called the pizza parlor and placed their order, telling the person on the phone to make the garlic knots extra garlicky.

  It had stunned him that Bronson had kissed him in front of Tucker, but what surprised him more was that Tucker had no real reaction to it. The little boy had run off toward the television with the movie in his hands and didn’t seem to give the matter another thought.

  “There’s my handsome man, who looks light years away. What’s up Han Solo?” Bronson wrapped his arms around Nash’s hips and pulled them closer.

  Nash shook his head. “I was just thinking about you kissing me in front of Tucker.”

  Bronson nodded. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  Nash felt his eyes bug out.

  “No, not that I shouldn’t kiss you, just not in front of him until this whole mess is cleaned up. Tucker talks a lot and he might let it slip to his mother or at school that I was kissing Mr. Spencer.” Bronson looked over Nash’s head, toward where Tucker was before pressing a kiss to Nash’s lips. “All I want to do is kiss you.”

  “Is that all you want to do?” Nash asked in a quiet voice.

  Bronson shook his head no.

  “Daddy! Stop kissing Mr. Spencer! The movie is starting.” Tucker turned back to the television. “Oh and kissing is gross!”

  Both men burst out laughing.

  Bronson ran toward Tucker, scooping the giggling boy up in his arms. He settled them both on the couch and Nash sat on the other side of Tucker. The theme music had just started to play when the door buzzer screeched.

  “Wow! That was fast.” Nash was impressed. It always took forty-five minutes when he called Pizza King and ordered a small pepperoni, even on a Tuesday night.

  “Hit pause, buddy. I don’t want to miss a single dragon.”Bronson scrubbed a hand through Nash’s hair before he hopped off the couch and ran to the front door, hitting the button to let the pizza delivery guy into the building. He dug his wallet out of his back pocket and grabbed some bills.

  When the knock sounded on the door, Bronson ripped it open. “Italiano’s!”

  “Not Italiano’s,” Alicia said with a sneer as she swept into the apartment.

  “What the he-, heck are you doing here, Alicia? You told me Tucker was mine for the weekend.” Bronson looked gobsmacked.

  “I did no such thing. I asked you to pick him up.” She turned from Bronson, finally seeming to notice Nash sitting on the couch.

  Nash knew in that moment he and Bronson were completely fucked. “Hello, Mrs. McKinnon.”

  Alicia’s mouth dropped open as she started digging around in her purse. She pulled out her phone and started snapping pictures.

  “Alicia! What are you doing?” Bronson made a grab for her phone and missed.

  “I’m catching you red-handed, you dirty pillow biting-”

  “Don’t you dare say that in front of my son!” Bronson bellowed, taking a menacing step forward.

  Alicia kept snapping pictures on her phone. Turning back to Nash and Tucker, she took more pictures.

  Tucker had climbed into Nash’s lap and burrowed his face into Nash’s neck. Nash could feel the little boy trembling.

  “Isn’t this cozy!” Alicia stepped around to the front of the couch and started snapping pictures of her son in his teacher’s arms. “When I was in kindergarten I don’t remember my teacher coming to our house.” She turned her dagger-like eyes on Bronson. “You sick son of a bitch.”

  “Nash is a friend. I’m allowed to have friends.” Bronson was so pale, he was almost invisible.

  “Bullshit! You’re fucking Tucker’s teacher!” Alicia’s voice was high and shrill, echoing off the high ceiling.

  “Stop, Mrs. McKinnon. You’re upsetting your son.” Nash stood up with Tucker in his arms. The little boy was clinging to him like a starfish on a rock.

  “I’m upsetting Tucker?” Alicia half-laughed. “How dare you? You’re the one doing disgusting th
ings with my ex-husband and touching my son for all I know and I’m the one upsetting Tucker?”

  “Stop it, Mommy!” Tucker yelled with tears streaking down his red face. “I love Mr. Spencer! He’s my best friend!”

  Nash held Tucker tighter, reaching up to wipe away the little boy’s tears. “Don’t yell at your Mom, okay?”

  Tucker nodded before resting his head on Nash’s shoulder.

  “Get your things, Tucker. We’re going.”

  “Nooo!” Tucker’s voice was muffled against Nash.

  “Leave him with me for the night. I’ll drop him off in the morning.” There was a pleading tone in Bronson’s voice. He walked behind Nash, reaching around to rub Tucker’s back.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not leaving Tucker with you two homos! God knows what you’ll do to him or what you’ve already done! Tucker! Now!” Alicia’s blue eyes glittered like ice.

  “Alicia, please stop this.”

  “I wasn’t the one who started this! You did! You and your sick needs.” Alicia grabbed Tucker, yanking him forcefully out of Nash’s arms. “Get a good last look at your son because this is the last time you’ll ever see him!”

  Tucker started screaming for his father. Tears were pouring down his face, his arms reached straight out for Bronson as Alicia carried him out the door, slamming it behind her.

  Nash was in shock. He stood staring at the shut door, the echo of it slamming was still reverberating through the apartment. He could still feel the warmth of Tucker’s body against his chest and could smell his baby shampoo. A sniffle behind him brought him back to the present. Turning around, he saw Bronson, who had an equal look of shock on his face.

  “Nash…” Bronson’s voice was a squeak.

  Nash wrapped his arms around Bronson, holding him tight. When Bronson curled his frame around Nash, he was swamped by guilt. If he’d stayed home tonight or had refused Bronson’s offer to come over, none of this would have happened. Now Alicia had proof he and Bronson were together and it was going to cost Bronson his son.

  That realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Alicia had been right about one thing, it was his need for Bronson that had caused all of this. “Jesus, Bronson. I’m so sorry.” Nash felt Bronson stiffen in his arms and start to pull away. Nash let him go.