Honeymoon Their Way

by Honeymoon Their Way [Dreamspinner, States of Love MM] (retail) (epub)

  Mom shook her head. “It’s like I’ve been thrust back in time and its ten years ago. Lindsey? You’re about to get married and will be in charge of your own home. You’ll need to communicate maturely with your husband, your partner, the man who I hope will finally help get me some goddamned grandchildren.” She turned her attention from her slack-jawed daughter to Chad. “As for you, you’ve been living on your own for a year now, but if you’re ever to find a good man, someone who you deserve—” She gestured to Raudel. “—someone like Raudel, for instance, you need to get your act together, figure out what you really want out of life, then go for it. Yogurt isn’t the answer.” She huffed out a breath. “And with that, I’m going to bed.” She gave Chad a look. “I’m sleeping in until at least eight. There’s no reason for me to get up any earlier, is there?”

  Chad shook his head vehemently. “None that I can think of.”

  She dipped her chin. “Good.” With that, she marched out of the room.

  Shannon was still digging through the refrigerator, and Lindsey had switched from carrots to celery. However, she still regarded Chad with suspicion.

  He cleared his throat. “Um, so, I guess there’s no reason for me to stay up either. I think I’ll go take a shower, then head to bed. Night, everyone.”

  “Yeah.” Lindsey’s scowl had lessened very little. “Night.”

  Shannon waved, a chunk of cheese clutched between her teeth.

  Raudel spoke up. “Chad. If you leave the bathroom light on but close the door almost the whole way, I should still be able to see enough that I don’t disturb you when I come in later.”

  “Cool. Night.”

  Raudel offered him a sultry smile. “Good night, Chad.”

  Chad quickly averted his gaze, then scurried out of the kitchen before Lindsey could make any sort of remark. Raudel’s good-night had been more ooh-la-la than advisable in front of his sister. He wasn’t sure how either of them would make it through the week without everyone catching on. Not when the vibe between them was so intense.

  “MIJO? YOU awake?”

  Chad rolled over, blinking to adjust his eyes to the small amount of light streaming in from the crack of the bathroom door. As it turned out, their room had twin beds, so the motel plan had been a wise one. He wore the clothes he’d changed into after his shower, then lay on the covers waiting for Raudel to make his excuses. However, he’d obviously dozed off in the meantime.

  Raudel sat next to him on the bed, stroking his arm, then brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Do you still want to go?”

  “Totally. Do you?”

  “More than you know. House is all clear, everyone’s in bed.” He bent over to give Chad a kiss.

  My second one.

  It was as soft and searching as the first one, but Chad could sense more of a claiming in it, as if once Raudel heard Chad say he wanted more too, it changed the game. Whatever it was that Raudel meant when he’d said he’d have to work hard to make sure Chad would stay with him, it seemed to have already begun.

  “Let’s go, mijo, before I take you right here.”

  Chad could only nod. His aching balls and heated erection had already stolen his verbal skills—who knew what might fail next? He was more grateful than ever that he’d already tugged one off in the shower.

  Raudel helped him to his feet; then Chad grabbed his hoodie and phone off the charger. Once they’d lifted the blinds, they wrapped the cord around the hook near the top of the sill. Chad had already tested the window while he’d waited in their room earlier.

  They slid the pane to the side, and then Raudel climbed through the opening, dropping the couple of feet to the ground below. He extended his arms, Chad falling into them as Raudel helped pull him through the window. They closed it enough that wild creatures couldn’t get inside, but left it open a crack so they could still get back in when they returned.

  “You okay?”

  Chad nodded again, more worried that his teeth would start to chatter than anything else. They held hands, and Raudel guided him with a small flashlight as they skirted the edge of the house.

  The dazzling light of the outdoor flood lamp burst on. Chad shouted and Raudel clapped a hand over his mouth as they dropped to the ground.

  Damn you, motion sensor.

  They huddled together on the soft detritus of the forest floor, waiting to see what fallout, if any, might be the result of Chad’s yelling. After a few minutes, the light shut off and they seemed to be in the clear.

  Raudel whispered next to his ear. “I think we’re okay. Come on.”

  Chad’s stiffy, which had been frightened into softness, began to swell back up.

  They rose, then scurried as quickly and quietly as they could toward Raudel’s Honda, also known as their getaway vehicle. A tiny midair glow caught Chad’s attention as they rushed past the front of the house. It was like a hovering firefly, except for the small detail that there weren’t any fireflies in Tahoe.

  A loud, hacking cough resounded in the darkness.

  Chad and Raudel froze, Chad clutching Raudel’s hand in a tight, sweaty grip. He figured they were experiencing what they’d missed out on had they gotten together back in high school—stolen moments, thwarted plans, the terror of being caught by nosy family members.

  “Chad? Quit standing there with your hunky date and get over here.”

  Chad squinted against the darkness. “Grandma?”

  Raudel lifted the flashlight, illuminating his grandmother, who was propped against a mustard-colored, regulation bear can, smoking.

  “Well, it ain’t the Easter Bunny. You boys are out awful late.” She pulled hard on her cigarette, making the end burn brightly. “Come on, help me inside. It’s colder than my sex life out here.”

  She tossed the still-lit smoke to the ground and Chad rushed over to stomp on it.

  “Grandma, you can’t do that!” He grabbed her arm in order to help her in as she’d requested.

  She wrenched it free. “Let go of me!”

  She muttered something else, but all Chad caught was something that sounded like “little asshole,” but he couldn’t be sure.

  “Grandma, I thought you gave up the smokes last year?”

  She blew a raspberry. “That’s what I told your interfering parents. I’m an old woman. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”

  Chad leaned into Raudel. “Let me get her inside real quick. I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll help you.” Raudel maintained the same expression he’d had before they’d climbed out of the window. He didn’t appear annoyed or frustrated by the unwelcome turn of events.

  Can’t say the same for myself.

  Chad didn’t mind helping his grandmother for the most part. But every once in a while, she’d get extra hostile, and that was when the real challenge would begin.

  They both shuffled on either side of her, making sure not to get too close, but still in position to catch her if she keeled over.

  “Wait a sec, Grandma. I’ll get the door for you.”

  Super, extra quietly.

  The key his mom had given him when they’d returned earlier was tucked away in his jeans pocket. He retrieved it, then carefully stuck it in the lock. He turned the key with a gentle hand, hanging on to the knob with the other, slowly maneuvering it so as not to make a sound.

  “While I’m alive, Chad! I could’ve had another smoke by now. What’re you doing? Seducing it first? Come on already!”

  “Shh, Grandma.” Chad placed a finger in front of his lips, his voice a harsh whisper. “You’ll wake up the whole house.”

  “I don’t give a fuck! Open the goddamned door.”

  As if responding to his grandmother’s forceful invectives, the door in question flung open.

  “Chadwick!” His mother stood before him in what looked like a hastily donned robe, her hair askew. “What in the name of all that is holy are you doing outside with Grandma at this gruesome hour?” She squinted past his shoulder. �
�Is that you, Raudel?”

  “Yes, Kate. I’m so sorry we woke you.”

  Chad dropped his head in his hands. So much for that whole losing-my-virginity thing.

  “Get out of my way.” Grandma pushed past him and his mom, and Raudel moved closer until he was standing next to Chad.

  “We thought everyone was asleep and it would be a good time to get that item you wanted us to pick up in town today?”

  “You mean the—”

  Chad coughed loudly into his fist as Lindsey crept up on them.

  “What are you guys doing?” Her voice had the distinct edge of a whine to it. “I need my rest. The pictures are in a couple days, and I’ll just die if I have puffy eyes with dark circles.”

  “Use lots of makeup, Lin. No one’ll know.”

  The glare Chad got for his efforts surprised him. He’d actually been sincere.

  Mom threw her hands up in the air. “We had a problem with Grandma wandering off, so Chad and Raudel went to find her. Now go back to sleep, and let us worry about it.”

  Lindsey huffed. “Fine. But if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, Chad, mind keeping it down?” She didn’t wait for his answer, flouncing off instead.

  Mom craned her neck, undoubtedly checking to see if Lindsey was out of hearing range. The click of a door sounded at the back of the house, so it seemed they were in the clear. Mom moved in conspiratorially. “You guys get the fountain while I unlock the shed. Go down the other side of the house to the back, away from the girls’ bedroom, and I’ll meet you there.” She frowned at Chad. “What was Grandma doing out there, anyway?”

  He was about to tell on her but changed his mind. Grandma was right. She was an old woman with probably very little time left. If she wanted to smoke and not be hassled about it every five minutes, he didn’t blame her. He’d probably feel the same way when he got to her age. “I’m not sure. Maybe she needed some air.”

  His mother arched her eyebrows. “At one in the morning?”

  Chad shrugged. “Her room was stuffy?”

  Mom tipped her head back, groaning. “This entire family has gone mad.” She regarded him again. “Let’s get this over with. I don’t want to wake up your father. We’re all out of beer.”

  Chad furrowed his brow. “We brought another six-pack from the store when we went shopping.”

  She crossed her arms. “And your point is?”

  “Damn, Mom.”

  “I don’t need you judging me right now. I’m not in the mood. Now, can we finish this up, please? Lindsey’s not the only one who needs her beauty rest.”

  No good could ever come from any comments he might make to reassure her that she was always beautiful no matter what. He’d already stepped on that landmine with Lindsey’s dark circles. He glanced over at Raudel, who shrugged in resignation, his features tinged with the same sadness that filled Chad. Their assignation had been derailed by the fountain. The evil, conniving fountain.

  Chapter Five

  CHAD POSITIONED a chair underneath the doorknob of their bedroom. He’d dragged the piece of furniture in from the den after they’d unloaded the fountain, and everyone in the house seemed to have settled back down again. The chair was more of a protection against his night-wandering grandmother than anything.

  He glanced over at Raudel, who sat on the bed Chad had been dozing in earlier. The only illumination in the room came from a small lamp on the nightstand separating the two beds. Like everything else in the house, the furniture and accessories were new and tasteful, but they still screamed Early Blasé Rental. Chad briefly wondered why Raudel had perched himself atop the mussed-up duvet Chad had lain on earlier.

  Maybe he’d rather have that one.

  Raudel patted the spot next to him and Chad’s eyebrows shot up.

  Take that, you bastard fountain. He grinned, then hurried over, dropping onto the bed so that he was flush to Raudel. “The bed’s really small, Raudel.”

  “I don’t mind. Do you?”

  Raudel snaked an arm around his waist, holding him tightly. He ran his opposite hand up Chad’s torso, then around his neck until he had a fistful of hair in his clutches.

  The whimper left Chad’s mouth before he could stop it. “Mind? Why would I mind?”

  Raudel smashed their lips together, the kiss nothing like the ones from earlier. He licked his way into Chad’s willing mouth, taking what he wanted with eager swipes. Chad wrapped his arms around Raudel as he kissed him back with as much force as Raudel used on him. They clutched and grasped at each other’s shirts, their heated breaths mingling as the clinch turned frantic.

  Fuck. He’s gonna make me come just like this.

  As if sensing Chad’s urgency, or perhaps gripped by his own crisis, Raudel broke their connection but didn’t release him. Their chests heaved as they stared into each other’s eyes, the shadows of the semidark room giving the moment a noir quality to it.

  “I need to get off with you.” Raudel kept his voice to a whisper. “I’m still saving making love to you when I know we’re alone, when we can relax. But waiting any more after all these years to feel your skin next to mine? To know what it’s like when your cock swells in my hand right before it pumps out your cum over my fingers? See what your expression is like when you do come? I won’t survive the night.”

  “Yeah. That. Same here.” Eventually his brain would catch up with his pleasure-starved body, but he didn’t think Raudel minded.

  Raudel smiled and Chad melted. “Then take off your clothes.”

  Chad gave him a jerky nod as Raudel loosened his hold. They both gave themselves enough room to yank off shirts, kick off shoes, and fumble with belts. The debris of their various items of clothing littered the floor at their feet until they were both naked.

  It wasn’t that Chad was particularly shy when it came to sex; more that his limited experiences had either been spontaneous encounters with a stranger or an awkward attempt at something with a date. Both scenarios involved neither one of them being interested in pursuing anything more since they were only there for the orgasm. This was different. It was important.

  Chad openly admired Raudel’s cock: the way it curved up to his belly, kissing the skin right above his navel. A smattering of dark curls across Raudel’s chest highlighted dusky nipples that had tightened from either arousal or cold or a combination of both. Chad licked his lips. He wanted to run his fingers through the hairs there, then play with the coarser ones at the base of Raudel’s rigid length.

  Raudel groaned as he wrapped his fingers around Chad’s dick. Chad arched his back, hissing as he pushed his erection through Raudel’s tight fist. Raudel stroked him with languid movements, never quite reaching the head, the touch a torment. Chad thrust his hips, encouraging Raudel to give him more, but Raudel kept the control.

  “Ay, mijo. Mine now.”

  Chad nodded. “Yes. Yours, Raudel. That’s what I want. What I’ve always wanted.”

  Raudel moved closer, encouraging him onto his back but not letting go of his aching dick. He took Chad’s mouth in another claiming kiss, and Chad could no longer stay still. He rutted into Raudel’s hand as he dug his heels in the mattress, giving himself more purchase. He tried to pull Raudel on top of him, but instead, Raudel cradled his head, never breaking their kiss. Chad grasped at Raudel’s shoulder instead, digging his fingers into the muscled flesh. Raudel’s prick slid against his hip, a trickle of precum smoothing the way. Chad wanted a taste.

  His thrusts came faster, the rhythm erratic as his balls tightened. At last, Raudel lengthened his tugs, bringing his palm to Chad’s cockhead, twisting his wrist every few strokes. Sparks danced up his spine, and in a rush his body tensed, thighs shaking as spunk erupted over Raudel’s hand. Chad fed a cry into Raudel’s mouth. He’d never come so hard.

  Raudel released Chad’s swollen lips, slick with spit and tingling from the force of Raudel’s mouth. Raudel continued to jack Chad slowly, seemingly careful to stay away from the sensitive tip. He nibbled a
long Chad’s jawline, then left a trail of tiny kisses, hardly more than ghosts of his lips, along both sides of his face.

  Chad’s breathing finally slowed to where he thought he could speak. “Let me suck you.”

  Raudel captured his earlobe between his teeth, then scraped them across the soft skin. Gooseflesh bloomed across Chad’s upper back. “Don’t move, mijo.”

  Chad allowed his eyes to drift closed. The mattress rose as Raudel stood, and Chad imagined he was retrieving a towel to clean them up. He started when Raudel returned, ashamed to admit to himself that he’d been about to doze off. It had just been such a long day, so much emotion and stress.

  And wine.

  He chuckled. At least he was a cheap date.

  “You’re feeling good?”

  Chad rolled onto his side to face Raudel, then smiled at him. “So fucking good. I wanna do the same for you.”

  “A helluva BJ, you said?”

  Chad’s smile turned to a grin. “Fuck yeah.”

  He scooted down the length of Raudel’s body with many stops along the way to taste his skin, to inhale his clean, masculine scent. He paid special attention to the nipples he’d been lusting after earlier. As he sucked and nibbled on the peaked flesh, he caressed Raudel’s skin wherever he could reach. A thought crossed his mind that maybe someday he’d know Raudel’s body as well as he knew his own.

  As he got closer to his prize, Raudel’s cock jumped and twitched, and each time his dick touched his belly, beads of precum gathering at the tip were left behind. Chad lapped up Raudel’s arousal, then captured the source into his mouth. He teased the glans in the valley underneath the tip with his tongue, then traced the prominent veins as he continued to take him all the way in. Raudel groaned and clutched at his hair, restless as he writhed underneath Chad’s skillful mouth.

  Once Raudel’s prick bumped the back of his throat and Chad had pressed his nose into Raudel’s pubes, he swallowed. Raudel cried out before muffling the noise somehow. Chad held his breath as he continued to work his throat around Raudel’s cock. He pulled off to suck in a big gulp of air, but quickly descended again, repeating the same move as before.