Loving Bailey

by Lee Brazil

  Ashton took advantage of his raised arms to scatter wet kisses and sharp little nips across the golden expanse of skin, ending by nuzzling his nose in the crisp hairs of Bailey's pit. Bailey threw the shirt aside with a growl, captured Ashton's head in his hard hands and repositioned them so that his lips were poised above one taut copper nipple. "Lick me." The gritty command sent shivers of arousal down Ashton's spine, and he obligingly opened his mouth to tongue the nub of flesh. A huff of breath stirred his hair, and Bailey released his grip on Ashton's head.

  His hands massaged Ashton's nape for a few seconds before roving over his shoulders and down his back to grab the hem of Ashton's polo shirt. Ashton leaned away and let him remove the garment, then slid off the desk. "Can you lock that door?" He unfastened his belt and opened the fly before pushing the trousers down and kicking them off. The lock clicked, securing their privacy.

  "Are you really sure you want to do this?" Bailey's husky voice rasped pleasurably over his nerves. "I mean, just yesterday you said—"

  "I wasn't thinking clearly yesterday," Ashton interrupted. "Please, I want this, want you."

  "Seriously, we can still wait until I move in, christen the new living arrangement." Despite his hesitant words, Bailey popped the buttons on his 501's, pushing down the denim to reveal clinging black briefs that lovingly outlined his thick erection.

  Ashton reached for the lotion bottle and poured some on his fingers, watching Bailey strip eagerly. He slicked his cock with the sandalwood lotion, groaning as it pulsed in his grip. "No. I don't want to wait, I never really wanted to wait. I just thought I should." He tightened his grip and stroked himself a few times, then slid slick fingers down his perineum to probe his own hole.

  "I know I gave you a hard time, but waiting seemed to imbue the act with a …I don't know… meaning."

  Ashton paused, one slick finger pressed against his opening, to consider Bailey's words. "Yeah, I guess. Kind of like a wedding night. Tell you what…we'll save that for Saturday, but until then, we can enjoy each other this way."

  Fiery heat lit the depths of blue eyes, and the temperature between them seemed to soar. Apparently Bailey had been controlling his reactions after all. Naked, Bailey stepped between Ashton's spread thighs again. He made short work of donning the condom then sent the empty packet spinning to the floor.

  Ashton leaned back on his elbows, pressing his chin to his chest so he could see down the length of his body. Strong work roughened hands spread him farther. Lean hips nestled close. Bailey's latex covered cock glistened with lotion. He stroked himself a few times then tapped it against Ashton's hole.

  "You've done this before, right?" A moment of doubt crept into his mind. Bailey might think he was worldly, but an aura of innocence clung to him that his brief period of debauchery and wild living had done nothing to erase.

  "Yes, of course." His cheeks flushed a little darker. "Not very often, but some."

  "Okay. Just…go slow. I haven't done this for a long time."

  Neat white teeth sank into a plump lower lip and Ashton sucked in a breath. The pressure at his hole grew, became steady and sure. He forced himself to relax, to breathe and let it happen. Focusing on Bailey's face provided a sweet distraction from the burn.

  Bailey's brows drew together in a deep frown of concentration. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled into his eyes. Ashton watched his lover's face, enjoying every minute expression as he made slow progress. Suddenly, the muscle loosened and the thick head slipped inside.

  Hissing a sharp breath at the flash of pain, Ashton raised one hand and wiped Bailey's brow. "Hold still," he murmured. "Just a second. I need to get used to it."

  Bailey nodded shortly; the muscles in his arms trembled, his belly rippled. His chest heaved with effort as he dragged deep calming breaths into his lungs. "Ash…it feels so good, so tight and hot."

  Ah… "Okay. Go ahead, a little more." He watched the thick length sliding in, felt the burn as his tissues stretched and made room. "That's right. Feels good." He lifted his leg and wrapped it around Bailey's waist, pulling the young man in faster. "Oh, yeah."

  Muscles in his arms bulging, Bailey groaned. He eased forward at a steady pace until his entire length was seated in Ashton's tight hole. "Oh God… It's…"

  "Now fuck me," Ashton whispered, clenching his buttocks to tighten the passage around Bailey's cock. He wanted to see Bailey driven wild by the sensations that ripped through him, just as feelings so intense he thought he would never find himself again swamped Ashton.

  Ashton watched the first few thrusts in fascination, but soon let his shoulders fall back against the desktop to regain use of his hands. He touched everything he could, Bailey's flushed chest, the taut nubs of his nipples, the ridged rippling abdomen.

  When the pleasure grew too much, he wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked himself in time to Bailey's thrusts. Their grunts and moans intermingled in the close confines of the office. The scents of sweat and sex, and the faint underlying earthy aroma of roofing tar made his head spin.

  "I'm going…" His voice trailed away on another moan as a thrust brushed his prostate. "Oh, yeah." His cock seemed to swell impossibly bigger, stretching the skin, sensitizing him until every stroke seemed to sear his palm. His balls drew up tight and hard, his thighs strained as he worked himself furiously.

  Bailey cried out, a long wordless sound as he froze, buried deep. Ashton swore he could feel each pulse of cum in his sensitive passage. Warmth spurted from his cock in long sticky streams as he convulsed in ecstasy.

  "Oh, yeah!" He groaned, letting his head fall back to the desk with a soft thump. He dragged in deep breaths, listened to Bailey struggle to control his own breathing.

  His legs banged against the desk as Bailey released him. "Wow. That was…" He leaned over, framing Ashton's face with his palms. "You know I love you right? This isn't at all like with Eden. I love you and I want to be with you forever."

  "I love you. Forever might just be long enough to show you how much."

  Epilogue

  Nervous, Bailey squinted at the roasting chicken in the oven. It looked all right, the room smelled fabulous, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd forgotten something.

  "Relax." Ashton slid an arm around Bailey's waist and tugged him backward to rest against his chest. "It's just a little dinner with your father, his boyfriend, and your brother. They aren't expecting gourmet food."

  "Good." He twisted about in Ashton's arms and pressed a kiss to his lover's cheek. "Because they aren't getting it. A roasted chicken, sage and cranberry dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy…all just basic Sunday dinner fare."

  Ashton's brow quirked up in surprise. "That's kind of an old-fashioned carb-laden meal for us. What brings this mood on?"

  Feeling his cheeks burn, Bailey ducked his head then raised it to look out into the backyard over Ashton's shoulder. "I don't know, I just had this…flashback, throw back whatever you want to call it to a traditional family dinner."

  "This what your dad fed you guys on Sunday?"

  "More like on Thanksgiving." Bailey reviewed the menu in his head and groaned. "Exactly like Thanksgiving when you substitute a turkey for the chicken. What the hell was I thinking? They're going to be comatose with the weight of all that food and hang out in lethargic lumps on our sofa for hours."

  Ashton laughed, the soft, slightly husky sound that sent shivers down Bailey's spine. "Thanksgiving, huh? Maybe you were feeling grateful?"

  "If I am, it's because I'm thankful to be here with you, not because my father has deigned to grace our home with his presence."

  "There's no need to be belligerent, Bailey. He's your father, he's got a right to feel protective."

  "And you're mine, so I have the right to feel protective of you. If he acts like he did at the party, then I'm throwing him out."

  Ashton hugged him tighter and then pushed him gently away. "I appreciate the thought, but I don't want to make waves between you and your father.
"

  Indignation sparked. "Hey! He thought you were old!"

  A wry grimace crossed Ashton's face and he ran a lean hand through the silvered hair at his temple. "It's the prematurely graying hair. He had a perfect right to think our age difference was decades if you hadn't already discussed it with him."

  Bailey turned back to the stove and bent over to peer at the roasting chicken again in order to hide his grin. "Cradle robber." The prompt swat to his ass left him chuckling and rubbing his posterior.

  "Hey! I remember it more of the other way around…you know, you making eyes at me, and sighing languishingly…"

  "What? I did not!"

  He spun around again just as the doorbell pealed. Ashton stepped back and waved him toward the door with a sexy little grin. "That would be our guests. What can I do in here to make this evening better for you?"

  Panic rushed in and Bailey felt his confidence slip. "I…"

  Ashton tenderly cupped his jaw and stared into his eyes. "It's going to be fine. They love you, you love them, and I love you. It's just all of us getting to know each other as a family and it would be good for you to answer the door."

  Bailey nodded and headed to the front of the house. The oven timer went off and he called out over his shoulder as he opened the door, "Take that out and let it rest on the counter!"

  "Hi, Dad." He gazed at his father, stalwart strong, and sober, his arm wrapped around the trim waist of his young lover, Eden. "Eden, I'm so glad you came." He glanced over Eden's shoulder. "Where's Shane?"

  "Your dad thought it would be best if it was just us this time."

  "I have some things I need to say, and …" Hearing his dad sound so hesitant and uncertain eased a bit of Bailey's own turmoil. It would be okay. They had a lifetime of supporting each other, and while this may not be exactly like taking saxophone lessons when he was ten, it would require the same adjustments on the part of his family.

  "No need, Dad. I get it. Thanks for coming." Impulsively he hugged Drew, whose arms tightened around him briefly then slowly loosened.

  "I want what's best for you, Bailey. I always have, and sometimes, I forget that what's best for an adult son is to let him make his own choices and support him in his decisions whether I believe in them or not."

  Bailey caught Ashton's cynically lifted brow as his lover hovered in the doorway to the kitchen. He let his own smile show. "Um…Dad? If that's your idea of being diplomatic, it falls a little short of goal."

  "You may not believe that your son is making the right choice in choosing to be with me, Mr. Harris, but I do believe in him, and in love, and in us."

  "You're taking what he said the wrong way," Eden intervened smoothly.

  "I don't think I am, but time will provide all the proof necessary." Bailey found himself dragged into the kitchen and the door shut firmly behind them. Ashton kissed him hard, dragging him tight against his body, shaking slightly.

  It wasn't until he broke free of the kiss that Bailey realized he wasn't shaking with anger, but with laughter. "What's so damn funny?" He cleared his throat, trying to erase the huskiness of sex from his voice.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't intend to start world war three in the living room, but… Um… Have you roasted a chicken before?"

  "Not a whole bird, no. Why?" He eyed the golden crispy bird nestled on a white porcelain platter, surrounded by baby glazed carrots and orange segments. "It looks good. What's wrong?" Pushing past Ashton, he approached the bird.

  Ash grabbed his arm and tried to hold him back, but Bailey shook him off. "Maybe we should go out for sushi instead. I’m really in the mood for some good California rolls," Ashton said.

  "Ash, I spent all afternoon making this dinner! It looks and smells great. Why the hell would I want to go eat sushi instead?"

  Ash's bright smile faded and he cast a cautious glance at the closed door to the living room. Eden and Drew's voices were an indistinct hum on the other side of the door, but Bailey knew his dad well enough to know that if he became impatient, he'd have no qualms about entering the kitchen to see what the delay was.

  "Okay. I know. You've been trying very hard to make a perfect meal to show your father you're ready to be on your own. But… Look." He dragged in a deep breath and began again. "Can we just chalk this up to me being a jerk and take them out for dinner?"

  Narrowing his eyes, Bailey glared at his lover. "No." He prodded the chicken, sniffed it cautiously. Had he over seasoned it? What was he missing? "Tell me!" He demanded impatiently.

  A faint touch of white in the sink caught his eye and he tipped his head, eyes widening in disbelief. The white plastic bag of guts lay in the sink gently steaming. Oh fuck. "I forgot to take the bag out."

  "I’m sorry." Ashton caught hold of him again, pressing a soothing kiss to his cheek as panic rose, choking him.

  "I…"

  "Does it matter? I wasn't sure if eating the chicken after cooking that thing…"

  "It's plastic," Bailey muttered. "It's toxic."

  "Are you sure? It doesn't really look melted or anything…"

  "Plastic!" he shouted. He forced himself to calm down as he noticed the startled expression on Ashton's face. "It's not safe to eat. I can't take a chance on that."

  "I thought you'd say that, so… sushi?"

  "My dad and Eden are going to laugh." At first the idea made him feel like an idiot, childish and immature, then he remembered the early days of his childhood, when his construction worker father had struggled to learn to provide meals for his sons. They'd sat down to mushy pasta and tough meat more than once while his father figured out the chemistry of the kitchen.

  "I'll take the blame. There's no need for them to know that anything went wrong. This was important to you."

  "There's no need. My dad knows all about kitchen disasters." Bailey grabbed plastic containers and shoved them at Ashton. "Get the green beans packed up and in the fridge. I'll do the potatoes." They worked in companionable harmony, for maybe five minutes, salvaging the undamaged portions of the meal. Once in a while his dad or Eden's voice drifted into the room, and he met Ashton's gaze with a smile of pure pleasure.

  Closing the refrigerator door on the last of the plastic containers, Bailey pushed the pan of chicken to the back of the counter. They could take care of that mess later.

  "Come on let's go!" He grabbed Ashton's hand and towed him back through the door into the living room. Eden and Drew stopped talking and turned to them expectantly. His father must have heard the shouting, as his blue eyes were soft with concern.

  "It smells great." Drew spoke hesitantly.

  "There's been a small problem," Bailey announced happily. "Let's go."

  "Where are we going? We just got here." Eden asked as they obligingly rose and headed to the door.

  "Kitchen disaster." Bailey waved the others out ahead of him then locked the door with his new key. "I'll tell you all about it on the way to the sushi place."

  THE END