Laugh Cry Repeat

by John Inman

  Deeze’s eyes were bright with need. He squirmed farther up the bed and tucked a pillow and one arm under his head, the better to watch. His fingers brushed his own iron cock because at that moment he couldn’t bear not to touch it, but Wyeth eased Deeze’s hand away and circled Deeze’s erection with his own cool fingers.

  “Oh my God,” Wyeth muttered in awe, feeling the heft and girth of Deeze’s erect cock for the very first time. With his thumb, he eased the foreskin back and exposed Deeze’s cockhead, glistening with its own spilled nectar. “You’re beautiful,” Wyeth whispered, easing himself onto the bed between Deeze’s legs. Hunkered there, as happy as he had ever been in his life, he tilted Deeze’s cock upward and tucked that shiny moist head between his lips.

  While Deeze shook and gasped beneath him, Wyeth never took his eyes from Deeze’s face. To Deeze, the warmth and softness of Wyeth’s mouth was a thundering revelation. This wasn’t his first blowjob by any means, but this man—this man. The care he took. The way his gentle eyes never left Deeze’s face. The way his tongue lingered and his lips teased. And the way Wyeth’s free hand roamed everywhere at once—over Deeze’s leg, across his flat, heaving stomach, through the brush of hair in his armpit, his fingers lingering there as if Wyeth had never felt anything so erotically beautiful in his life. Before the hand came to rest there, in Deeze’s armpit, Deeze lay quivering and practically senseless under Wyeth’s caresses.

  A heartbeat before Deeze’s release, Wyeth slid his hand down Deeze’s rib cage and delicately slipped his fingers under Deeze’s heavy balls, supporting them, cupping them in the heat of his palm.

  It was then that Deeze exploded beneath him. Deeze gasped and arched his back high. After one delicious moment of anticipation, during which not a sound could be heard anywhere, Deeze cried out and sprayed Wyeth’s mouth with jets of delicious warm cream. Deeze flung his legs wide, then brought them together again around Wyeth’s waist, clamping him in place as he emptied himself into that heavenly, hot mouth. Now it was Deeze’s turn to clutch Wyeth’s hair and shudder his way through release.

  When his convulsions slowed and he collapsed with a tiny whimper onto the bed, Wyeth slid his lips from Deeze’s softening cock and crawled up the length of the man to tuck his face against Deeze’s neck. While he settled in, Deeze’s arms folded around him, cocooning him in place.

  They spoke no words. They only lay there, the room still lit as bright as day in the glare of the ceiling lamp over their heads. A stirring on the mattress down below told them when Napoleon climbed onto the bed to join them. Wyeth smiled against Deeze’s heated skin when the cat snuggled up to his foot.

  Wyeth was surprised by the smile stretching his own lips. He wondered when it had come, how long it had been there. He breathed in the scent of Deeze’s skin, tasted again the musk of come on his tongue, and all shyness suddenly gone, he traced his tongue gently across the five o’clock shadow on Deeze’s cheek. It was the same spot where, moments before, his own juices had been splattered. Making a sound that was close to a purr, Deeze pulled him more snugly into his arms.

  Deeze reached over and grabbed a remote off the nightstand. A second later the overhead light went out, and they were lying in the muted glow of streetlights sifting through the curtains on the bedroom window.

  Each man settled in against the other, their bodies still stricken with wonder by all they had just discovered, all they had just experienced. The heat of their joined bodies was a glorious burning. They lay satiated, exhausted, content. Nevertheless, Wyeth’s thoughts raced among the stillnesses inside his head. What would happen now? Where would they go from here? But even those unwieldy thoughts were pushed aside when Deeze pressed a kiss to Wyeth’s forehead.

  Muttering low, Deeze said, “Thank you.”

  Barely perceptibly, Wyeth nodded. Closing his eyes, he pushed all thoughts away. He lost himself in the softness and strength of the man holding him. For the moment, he would let Deeze’s satin flesh and the memory of what they had done together be enough.

  If it all disappeared tomorrow, he would at least have this. This moment. To look back on. To remember.

  He closed his eyes as their two hearts gradually ceased racing, one in unison with the other. Content in Deeze’s arms, Wyeth dozed.

  Holding him close, Deeze buried his lips in the fragrant red hair and smiled a gentle smile when Wyeth’s breath slowed and a tiny snore erupted. He lay still, letting Wyeth sleep, as the night settled quietly around them and the man in his arms seeped deeper into his heart, right where he had been since the first time Deeze spotted him on that park bench in Seaport Village. Back on the day when that handsome freckled face hovered over him while the guy’s stupid book gurgled to the bottom of the lagoon and Deeze lay half-conscious on the cobblestones, knocked senseless by his stupid dog. Even now, as happy as he was at this moment, Deeze smiled, remembering that day.

  And now here they were. Together.

  Soon Deeze let the memories go as his body dragged him into sleep. When he awoke an hour later, his hunger for the man in his arms awoke with him. But he lay still, not wanting to disturb Wyeth’s sleep.

  Then his heart quickened at the feel of an eyelash fluttering across his skin.

  IT WAS barely midnight when Wyeth opened his eyes. Somehow in his sleep, he had slid down in the bed. His head now rested low on Deeze’s stomach, and Deeze’s sleep-softened cock lay gently against his lips. As he breathed in the clean scent of it, relishing its silky heat, he felt it stir and lengthen against his cheek.

  Strong hands gently gripped him at the waist and pulled him up in the bed. Wyeth felt so small in Deeze’s arms. So weightless. In the darkness, Deeze’s mouth found his, then Deeze lazily broke the kiss and pressed his lips to Wyeth’s ear. “I knew you’d taste heavenly.”

  Wyeth cuddled. He was already so turned on his voice was weak with it. Still, he found himself apologizing. “I’m sorry. I came too fast.”

  “So did I,” Deeze whispered, the edge of his hand dipping into the crevice of Wyeth’s ass. A fingertip settled lightly on Wyeth’s puckered opening and gently massaged him there. “But this time I won’t.”

  A tremor stuttered through Wyeth’s body, jarring him from one end to the other. He pressed his already erect cock against Deeze’s leg, loving the feel of Deeze’s broad hand cupping his ass, his gentle fingertip teasing his most tender spot.

  “God yes,” he gasped. He breathed the words against Deeze’s neck. Once the words were uttered, his lips slid a kiss across Deeze’s throat. As Deeze swallowed, his finger pressing more insistently to Wyeth’s opening, Wyeth nipped lightly at Deeze’s jaw. He released his tongue to taste the stubble on Deeze’s chin. Again, both men shuddered. Deeze eased his finger away.

  “No,” Wyeth quietly pleaded. “Don’t be afraid. Touch me there. Do—do you have lotion? Condoms?”

  Deeze slid a kiss over Wyeth’s ear. “Yes,” he muttered. “But only if that’s what you want.” He reached down and slipped his fingers around Wyeth’s cock. He laughed when it lurched in his hand. “Or is this telling me everything I need to know?”

  Wyeth clutched Deeze tighter, driving his cock deeper into Deeze’s fist. “What an asshole,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, lost in his own pleasure.

  Deeze muttered his way back to a kiss, his mouth eager but his eyes alight with mischief. “That’s what I was thinking,” he crooned. “What an asshole indeed. Lovely actually.” Their lips met. Then he quickly pulled away and rose up on the bed, easing Wyeth over onto his stomach and straddling him with his long legs.

  Wyeth lay sprawled out, facedown, lazy and expectant, excited by the sense of Deeze hovering over him, thrilled by the hunger he could feel in Deeze’s caresses. His legs hemmed in by Deeze’s warm thighs, he tried to make himself more comfortable. He raised his arms to embrace the pillow beneath his head and peered back over his shoulder as Deeze’s large hands slid across his back, massaging his taut muscles. Wyeth’s cock rubbed deliciously
against the warm sheets beneath him. His legs opened slightly, and Deeze murmured something. Not a word. Just a sound. A gentle exhalation. Another purr.

  Deeze scooted himself down in the bed and opened Wyeth’s legs wider to settle himself down between them. At the very first touch of his lips on Wyeth’s butt, Wyeth tensed, but at the same moment, Wyeth’s legs opened even more, this time of their own accord. He reached back and dug his fingers through Deeze’s hair, holding him in place, guiding him.

  With a wondrous smile, Deeze kissed his way inward. At the moment his mouth settled its moist heat over Wyeth’s opening and his tongue tasted him there for the very first time, Wyeth’s fingers tightened in his hair. Wyeth lifted his ass to meet that gently probing tongue, and when he did, Deeze clutched Wyeth’s hips, lifting him high and claiming him for his own.

  Deeze explored the secret places of Wyeth’s body with gentle kisses and moist proddings, and Wyeth quaked and shook beneath him. While Deeze reached over to the nightstand and fished around, pulling things from the drawer, Wyeth continued to vibrate beneath him, his face buried in the pillow, his hand still reaching behind him, waiting to reclutch Deeze’s hair, waiting to steer him once again to where he most needed Deeze to go.

  With his hand asserting gentle pressure at the small of Wyeth’s back, Deeze rose up on his knees between Wyeth’s legs. In the darkness, Wyeth heard the sound of tearing foil, followed by a moment of tense expectancy during which he knew Deeze was rolling the condom down over his cock. And while he did that, Deeze’s hand slid down, and once again his hot fingertip came to rest on Wyeth’s opening, as if reserving his spot, marking his territory. Again Wyeth trembled, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

  When a lubed thumb brushed his hole, lingering, massaging, Wyeth squirmed around on the bed, ecstatic. More lotion was applied, and Wyeth could feel Deeze’s hairy legs brushing against the tender skin of his inner thighs as he eased Wyeth’s legs wider. Without warning, a fingertip gently slid through the muscled ring protecting Wyeth’s opening. A moment later, a second finger joined it, sliding deep.

  Wyeth groaned and lifted his ass higher, his mouth full of pillow, his free hand reaching behind him, trying to make contact with Deeze’s skin. Anywhere. A leg, a shoulder, a forearm.

  When Deeze lowered himself over him and slid an arm beneath Wyeth’s stomach, anchoring him in a tight embrace, Deeze’s cock pressed gently against Wyeth’s opening. Then it nudged against him a little less gently, seeking entry.

  Wyeth forced himself to relax. He reached around and found Deeze’s hip, clutched him there, tugged him closer, silently begging.

  Deeze, sensing that unspoken plea, pushed forward and his long, heavy cock slid deep inside the man beneath him.

  Wyeth sucked in a great gout of air as he twisted his head around to find Deeze’s mouth with his own. They kissed. They held the kiss while Deeze’s cock sank deeper. Gently. Carefully. But hungrily too. Mouths together, they shared an exquisite moan.

  Wyeth gripped Deeze’s hip more firmly. Latching on, trying to anchor the man against him, inside him. He shifted his ass around to allow Deeze to settle deep. To fit his cock inside him like a hand inside a glove.

  Deeze could barely find his voice. “Am I hurting you?” he asked inside their still-lingering kiss.

  “God no,” Wyeth gasped. “D-do it,” he stammered. “Just do it.”

  Deeze chuckled and slid his cock deeper. “Nike it is, then,” he giggled around a gasp, and before Wyeth could fully prepare himself, Deeze began a slow luscious slide, burying himself as far as he could go, then slowly pulling away. Just before they parted completely, he eased his straining cock back inside. Every loving stab of Deeze’s long cock set a fire inside Wyeth that left him almost senseless with need.

  Deeze was the perfect size. He filled Wyeth’s opening, stretching him tightly enough to make the redhead cry out with every piercing, every withdrawal. But there was no pain in his cries. He loved every second, every inch, every thrust.

  And Deeze loved it even more.

  They were both nearly breathless now. Deeze’s thrusts increased in tempo. Their kisses deepened. Their tongues probed. Deeze slipped his hand under Wyeth, gliding his heated fingertips across Wyeth’s smooth stomach until he could wrap them around Wyeth’s cock, feeling it stiffen and swell in his grip. The second he did, Wyeth bucked and filled Deeze’s hand with come.

  In the throes of his own orgasm, Wyeth stammered, “Oh Jesus, Deeze. Fuck me.”

  Deeze rose up onto his knees, clutched Wy’s hip with his come-soaked hand, the fingers of his other hand clutching Wyeth’s hair like a rider gripping a horse’s mane. As Wyeth laughed and sobbed beneath him, so lost in desire he didn’t know what the hell he was doing, Deeze drove his long cock deep, over and over again, into that delectable well of silken heat.

  With Wyeth’s face crammed into the pillow, his mouth open, gasping for air, Deeze pounded him relentlessly from behind. Wyeth’s breath was snatched away when Deeze’s cock suddenly swelled to an even greater girth, and at that moment, at that very moment, it was Deeze’s turn to cry out.

  He slid his cock to its deepest point and held it there, his whole body trembling. With both hands still holding Wyeth in place, he gave a final uncontrollable lunge and erupted into orgasm. His gushing come filled the condom. His legs shook; every muscle contracted. He fell forward and buried his face in Wyeth’s hair as his come continued to spill out. Through it all, Deeze clutched Wyeth to him as if afraid he would slip away. As if terrified he might escape.

  But Wyeth wasn’t going anywhere. He tightened his grip on Deeze’s hip and held him close while Deeze emptied himself inside him. Wyeth swallowed, gasped, and twisted his head around for another kiss. Their lips met just as they collapsed full force onto the bed. Wyeth still lay prisoner in Deeze’s arms. Deeze’s cock still pierced him from behind, still anchored deep, still probing, still firm and filled with blood. In their kisses, Deeze’s sweet breath flowed hot across Wyeth’s mouth.

  Still joined, their bodies slowly relaxed. They settled onto the bed, muscles unclenching, still connected, still clutching, not wanting to part even now. Long moments passed, moments while their nerve endings hummed, their overtaxed muscles quivered and strained and eventually began to unknot. Deeze’s cock softened, grew smaller, and eventually slipped free of Wyeth’s gripping heat. The moment they slid apart, Wyeth twisted around in Deeze’s arms and buried his face in the sweat-dampened hair on Deeze’s chest. Deeze dragged him into an embrace and both men lay there, breathless, clinging to each other while their bodies grew calm, their hearts quieted.

  “Teacher,” Wyeth whispered, cuddling closer, finding his voice at last.

  “Librarian,” Deeze answered, wrapping his arms more snugly around Wyeth’s back.

  Holding on tight, they let their incredible day together—and the even more incredible night—waft away to memory, sadly letting it go, each mourning its loss in his own private way.

  Later, Deeze slipped from Wyeth’s embrace long enough to clean himself up, then returned from the bathroom with a damp washcloth for Wyeth. When both men were pristine, they burrowed back into each other’s arms.

  In Wyeth’s final seconds before sleep at last took him, he relished Deeze’s warm chest against his cheek, his breath stirring Wyeth’s hair, the gentle organic thud of Deeze’s heart mere inches from his ear, as if its rhythm was being played for only him to hear, a worshiping audience of one.

  Wrapped snugly inside Deeze’s arms, Wyeth squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to let the sadness take him as he wondered when it all would end.

  For it always did. It always, always did.

  Chapter Eight

  YET ODDLY enough, it didn’t end at all.

  What began as a reluctant dinner date and a one-night stand, turned into an extended liaison between two men who really had nothing in common, who were as different as night and day, but who still could not seem to get enough of each other.
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br />   As the days passed, it never ceased to amaze Wyeth that Deeze continually sought him out. Why he should do so, Wyeth was afraid to contemplate. So he accepted the circumstances like he would accept any streak of unnatural good fortune. Enjoy the luck while it lasted, and try not to get too comfortable along the way.

  Still, there could be no denying that Deeze filled Wyeth’s every waking thought. The olive-skinned dreamboat was entrenched inside his head from that very first night. Something about opening his eyes on that first morning in Deeze’s embrace had changed Wyeth. When Deeze’s warm mouth slipped over his at the moment their eyes squinted into the light of that new day, with that first wonderful night behind them, Wyeth had known something fundamental in his life had changed. Tectonic plates had shifted. He was afraid to analyze it too closely, but he knew he would be a different person from that day forth.

  That unquantifiable change scared him to death, but the idea of being dropped from Deeze’s orbit scared him even more. To think he would never have sex with the man again was enough to terrify him. But there was more to it than that. It wasn’t just the sex.

  It was Deeze himself. The happiness he exuded. The pure, undiluted joy that spilled out of him. Joy, Wyeth admitted, that had long been absent from his life. If it had ever really been there at all.

  The day after their first night together, which was Sunday, they lounged between their two apartments, caring for the pets who still had yet to meet. Best let the humans get to know each other first, they seemed to silently agree. Wyeth spent the day fending off Deeze’s exuberance, because he really didn’t know how to handle it. He wasn’t used to being around such unbridled optimism. The fact that Deeze also continually reached out to touch, to pet, to croon gentle words plucked a nerve in Wyeth that hadn’t been tweaked in a long time.