The Lemonade Stand
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Michael’s hands cupped his face, then he kissed him. His lips warm and soft and tasting faintly of the god-awful coffee from hours back. Ian knew this was just the beginning for him. He hoped it would be for Michael too.
Stifling a sob when Michael leaned over and kissed him again, Ian felt himself being pulled towards the bed. Ian slid his hands up Michael’s back until he reached his hair, his tongue exploring Michael’s mouth.
Ian groaned when Michael turned him and he felt the edge of the bed against the back of his knees. He sat down with a bounce, Michael following him down. His back hit the mattress, and he opened his legs in an instinctive move to accommodate the hot, heavy body now lying over him. Ian whimpered when he felt Michael’s hand reach between them and rub their cocks, pressing them against each other. When Michael suddenly pulled away, Ian moaned.
“What’s wrong? Where are you going?”
“Shh... I’m just getting supplies.”
Crossing his arms and reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, Ian whipped it over his head in one swift move and threw it somewhere. He reached for the buttons of his shorts and just as he kicked them and his jocks off, the bed dipped. He sucked in a breath of surprise when instead of a hand, he felt a wet heat envelop his cock in one swoop.
“Oh, my fucking...”
The words died in his throat and his breath quickened when the flat surface of Michael’s tongue rubbed up against his thick vein. Gasping, his legs jerked apart when the smooth edge of teeth grazed his slit and Michael’s hand began working his shaft, moving faster and faster until Ian felt as though he would burst through his own skin.
“Oh fuck!”
His balls tightened, and before he could control himself, Ian came in spurts, the warmth spreading over his belly. Michael continued to stroke him until Ian’s legs felt like jelly.
“Oh, my god, what did you do to me?”
Michael leaned over and kissed him on the lips, his movements slow and lazy. “Just helping you get rid of your anxiety. Now we can have fun.”
Ian half laughed, half yelped into the sheets when Michael flipped him over. His laughter turned to moans of unbelievable pleasure when he felt Michael’s tongue rimming him.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?”
“Now it’s my turn,” Michael said against his opening.
Ian was just raising himself on his elbows when his eyes widened at the feel of the blunt tip of a finger prodding him. Taking a deep breath and allowing himself to relax, he moaned out some more when the tip entered him. He briefly wondered how it had slid in easily before realising he could smell the scent of lubricant. His shoulders shook with laughter as he looked under his arm.
“Strawberry? Seriously?”
“It was being distributed at the hospital. Now shush,” Michael teased.
Ian dropped his head against his forearms when the finger became two, and then three. As his cock rose in anticipation, he reached to grip himself, sliding his hand up and down. The double stimulation was almost too much to endure as he fisted the sheet with his free hand.
“Michael!”
Michael shifted behind him and Ian opened his eyes, waiting for the moment when Michael would enter him. When he did, Ian felt his eyes cross.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Michael sank into Ian’s body. Ian exhaled as the thick length began to fill him. When Michael couldn’t sink in any further, Ian let out a huff of breath.
“Damn, you feel good,” Ian said breathlessly.
Michael didn’t reply, instead, he rolled his hips, making Ian sigh from the pleasure of the hard cock sliding in and out of him. Michael held on to his hips, keeping him steady as he thrust, gradually gaining momentum. Ian gasped out loud again, grabbing his own cock and working it, his other hand fisting the sheet until he thought he’d torn it.
With one long, fluid stroke, Michael buried himself completely inside Ian, gasping hot breaths between Ian’s shoulders. Ian shot his own load for the second time just as Michael jerked against him. Seconds later, Michael’s weight pinned Ian to the bed, but Ian didn’t mind. It felt good. It felt better than good.
It felt right.
Ian couldn’t hold back the joyous laughter bursting from his lips. He’d always known Michael would be different, and he’d been right. Now all he had to do was hold on to him.
“I guess that answers it then,” Ian said, chuckling out his happiness.
“What was the question?” Michael said, his ragged breath hot against the skin on Ian’s back.
“What was the one thing that would convince me to come back home?”
Michael stiffened above him. “What’s the answer?” He said, his voice sounding just above a whisper.
“Michael Alexander.”
About the Authors
Jo Tannah
I am a wife, mother and blogger by day, a writer by night. It can be difficult, to say the least, but it is a challenge that keeps me on my toes.
I grew up listening to folk tales my father and nannies told either to entertain us children or to send home a message. These narratives I kept with me, and finally, I wrote them down in a journal way back when I kept one. Going through junk led to a long-forgotten box, and in it was the journal. Reading the stories of romance, science fiction and horror I had taken the time to put to paper brought to light that these were tales I had never met in my readings.
The tales I write are fictional, but all of them are based on what I grew up with and still dream about. That they have an M/M twist is simply for my pleasure. And I hope, yours as well.
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Ann Mickan
Raised to value well-crafted words—whether in letters, books, or song lyrics—it is little wonder Ann eventually fell onto the new path her life is now following.
After a massive lifestyle change, and through the subsequent isolation, she reconnected with her love of reading. A spur of the moment decision to attend a book signing resulted in a chance meeting and a new direction and passion.
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Twitter: @MickanAnn