by Alex Berry
Damn.
Travis lowered his voice and looked at Ron. "Come on; let me take care of you." Ron nodded and picked up Travis's glasses from the floor. Travis stared over Ron's head for a moment at the door Darryl had just exited through, then he left the room. He'd get that bitch later.
The moment the door closed behind them, Ron jumped on Travis. Their lips locked as their tongues re-familiarized themselves. Ron's taste sent a rush of longing so sharp through Travis, he shuddered. "I missed you." Travis pulled Ron's shirt from his pants. One of his favorite things, messing up his super neat lover.
"Same here." Ron pushed his hand away and moved back. "Later. Let me clear the house. Something tells me you're going to be loud." Ron smiled as he fixed his shirt and finger combed his hair.
"Absolutely. Wait a minute." Travis grabbed Ron and kissed him hard. Two days apart had felt like a month, and he never wanted to experience that type of loneliness again. His fingertip stroked Ron's face. "I really missed you. I don't want to go through that again."
"What?" Ron asked in hushed voice. His eyes wide as they watched every move Travis made.
He pulled Ron close. "The house was too quiet. I couldn't sleep, it felt strange being there without you."
"You know I had to come here, take care of things."
"I didn't like being alone. I've grown used to you being in bed with me."
Before speaking, Ron stroked Travis' back, sending waves of comfort along his spine. "I haven't slept well, either. Tonight will be the first time I've looked forward to going to bed since I got here." He kissed Travis quickly. "Tomorrow's the funeral and I have a few last minute things to do. Hurry and freshen up, I need you with me." He blew Travis a kiss and walked out the door.
Darryl accosted Ron the minute he rounded the corner of the patio. "Is that your boyfriend?" Ron rolled his eyes at the juvenile question and kept moving. His nosy relative caught up and walked outside with him to where the rest of the family had gathered. Blake sat near Darryl's mom listening to her talk, although his eyes never left Ron and Darryl.
Standing at the front of the patio, Ron raised his voice over the chatter. "Okay everyone, that's it for today. The limo will be here at ten sharp in the morning. If you're on the list for a ride, be here on time or get left behind. Please don't show up here for a ride if you're not on the list, there's no room. The repast is at the church after we leave the graveyard. Don't come here, there won't be any food." He paused, and looked at his family. "I repeat, food after the funeral will be at the church not here."
"What about the will?" One of his uncle's daughters called out.
Ron shrugged. "If you're in the will, the attorney has already contacted you. Those people know when he's going to read it."
"I haven't heard anything." Somebody complained, looking around.
"Cause you ain't getting nothing," somebody else said, and they all laughed.
Yeah, he was ready for everyone to leave. In the past four hours, he'd heard how wonderful his grandmother was, and in equal measures, he'd listened to ungrateful relatives grumble about how little they were receiving from her death. It'd burned him out. One more day until the funeral and then he'd be done with them until the next family emergency.
"Pick up the trash and place it in the bins on your way out," Ron said, pointing to the garbage cans in the yard.
Darryl had sat down next to Blake. Now he crossed his legs and grinned at Ron. "Are you kicking us out?"
"Yeah. Now move your ass." He waved Darryl and Blake toward the gate. His aunt laughed as she stood. There was something about free food and reminiscing that brought families together. Tomorrow they'd grieve anew when they laid his grandmother to rest. Tonight, he'd put all that aside and reconnect with his lover. He couldn't wait. Perhaps now would be a good time to bring up the rings again. They could get married while they were in New Hampshire. A delicious shiver raced up his spine at the thought of marrying Travis.
Darryl sauntered up to him, Blake not far behind. After glancing back at Blake, Darryl leaned close to his ear. "So what's it like being with a black guy? Does he fuck you hard? Make you scream?"
Ron backed up, noticed the envy in his cousin's eyes, and felt sorry for Blake. Darryl was an asshole. "Yeah, all that and more."
He turned and walked to the gate to lock it as Travis walked outside holding a shirt in his hand. His naked torso glistened with drops of water from his recent shower.
Show-off.
Travis must have seen Darryl lean close, and hurried outside half-dressed. He glared at Darryl. For a moment, Ron's breath caught; bare chested, sculpted muscles everywhere on display, the man was beautiful and all his. Travis walked toward Darryl. Blake stepped up and stood next his partner. Although, from the way Blake's throat worked, he knew Travis would wipe the ground with both of them. Travis was taller, wider, and simply meaner than either man.
"You have his name written on your chest," Darryl blurted, his eyes glued to the tattoo on Travis's chest. Ron's name was written in bold blocked letters across his pectorals. A frown marred his forehead as he looked at Travis and then over at Ron. "You two really are a couple." He backed up and ran his hand through his hair. "I thought this was a game. I mean, I've never known cuz to date anyone for any amount of time." He glanced at Ron, who listened with half an ear while giving Travis his full attention.
"Yeah. We're a real couple," Travis growled.
Ron knew his man's patience was at an end. He watched Travis step into Darryl's space, still itching for a fight. As long as Darryl didn't swing, Travis would be cool. Well, as cool as possible when pissed. Hmmm. That wasn't comforting at all. Ron moved to intervene again.
Travis sneered, leaning closer to Darryl and Blake. "You need to hear me clearly on this. I won't say it again because I do not play when it comes to him." He nodded toward Ron. "I don't like seeing any muthafucker up in my man's grill, and I don't give a fuck who you are. You need to stay back a reasonable distance, don't rag on him, and we'll get along just fine."
A warm glow filled Ron as he pulled his lover's hand. Travis grabbed him around the waist and held him close. Darryl and Blake stared as Travis pecked him on the lips.
"Are all...?" Darryl swallowed hard and glanced at a red-faced Blake. Ron stared at both men as Travis rubbed on his round ass. Since it was just the four of them, Ron let him have his way. Darryl stared, hunger, or something else, Ron couldn't quite define, lit the depths of his eyes as he watched Travis kiss Ron.
"Good-night," Ron yelled at the two voyeurs when Travis pulled him inside and locked the door. Travis picked him up and took him into their room, all the while squeezing and rubbing his ass. Tonight was gonna be hot.
Travis opened the door with his shoulder, his eyes locked on Ron. Mentally, he knew it'd only been a couple of days but his body was on fire. He ached with needing this man. Opening his arms, he allowed Ron to slide down him. He emitted a small groan as their cocks rubbed, delicious tingles shot up his spine. He pulled Ron closer, latching onto his sweet lips, nipping and laving before taking possession.
Grabbing a handful of ass, Travis squeezed and released, panting for breath. "Off. Take this off." He pulled on Ron's pants, his hands moving at a feverish pace until both pants and briefs were around on the floor. With a quick move, Travis unzipped his pants and stepped out of them while maneuvering Ron to the bed. They fell in a heap atop the covers. Their mouths fused, desperate for more of each other. Right now, in this room, it was just the two of them, loving, tasting and teasing one another. Grunts of appreciation, moans of satisfaction and murmurs for more echoed in the quiet.
Leaning up to catch his breath, Travis gazed at his rumpled lover. Ron's normally immaculate hair stood in spiked patches, his normally bright eyes had a dreamy glow, his lips were swollen from his kisses, he had the look of a man in the midst of ravishment.
"You're so sexy." Loving the blush on his face, Travis kissed his chin. Ron fingered his dreadlocks before grabbing a handful
and pulled him downward.
"Kiss me." His voice took on a demanding tone which sent a thrill through Travis. His baby constantly switched things up, kept him on the edge. He loved it.
"Mmmm," he murmured as he took possession of Ron's mouth and moved atop him. Ron's greedy hands are all over him, rubbing, stroking and pinching.
Ron pushed him backward. "Hands overhead."
Travis stared at him a moment longer before obeying. Every now and then, Ron liked to take the reins in their lovemaking. Hungry for his partner, but willing to grant him this time, Travis placed his hands over his head and held onto the metal rails of the headboard.
Sitting up, Ron smiled wickedly as he fondled Travis long, thick length. "I missed you," he said looking at the cock in his hand. His tongue swiped the pre-come from the head as it twitched in welcome.
"I think you missed me too, look at all this sweet juice." Bending forward he licked and sucked the large head, his tongue swirled under the tip, before sucking again. He released it with a loud pop and a naughty grin. Teasing the slit with his thumb, he inhaled Travis scent. His nose frolicked in the soft curls surrounding the heavy rod before kissing down to his low-hanging sack. Ron ran his tongue over the balls underneath and then took one into his mouth, sucking gently, then the other. The sounds of Travis's heavy breathing punched the air, his cock hardened in recognition of his mate's enjoyment. A tug on his hair signals the end of his playtime.
"I'm not finished," he complained as he tongue took another lick.
"Next time. I'm too close and I need to be in you." Travis turned him over, spread his cheeks, dipped his tongue back between his legs, and ran it along the bottom of his split, pausing to flick his pucker before completing the trip to the top.
Ron moaned at the delicious torment. His legs trembled as he pushed back slightly into Travis's face and received a swat on his ass.
"Be still," Travis grunted as his tongue returned to Ron's hole. Sucking gently, he licked and flicked it, occasionally he nipping his flesh.
"Oh migod, Trav. Please...please," Ron moaned. His hips bucked, his neck and chest bowed up from the bed while his legs spread further apart. Caught up in the erotic storm, he gripped the bars of the headboard, and held on as Travis's reached beneath him and stroked his leaking cock.
After a few minutes, Travis flipped him on his back. "I need to see you. Watch you come." He continued stroking Ron's cock, the pearly essence covered his hand. Watching the pleasure cross his lover's face, he surged forward.
They both sighed at the feeling of being connected again. Ron pulled him forward and kissed him, he tasted himself on Ron's tongue.
"Good, you taste good."
Ron wrapped his legs around Travis waist, and rolled his hips. Travis got the message and started moving.
Ron felt Trav's buttock clench under his heels and pushed back against him. Ron's mouth opened, no sound emerged as Travis sped up, taking his breaths as he pounded him with stronger thrusts.
As seasoned lovers, they knew exactly what the other needed, and how to give it to one another. Home was wherever the other was. This reunion of their flesh spoke, without words, of their commitment to each other and the love they shared. This physical merging added another level or flavor to the strength of their relationship.
Ron's mouth clamped onto Travis's sensitive nipple, which spurred deeper thrusts. Faster and harder, hitting Ron's spot as he clung to his lovers arms. Words flew from his mouth; incoherently he babbled his need, his trust, his love.
Sweat ran down his back and chest, his hips lifted in time with each hammered thrust. His inner muscles clenched as his balls tightened. A tingling spread from his groin outward, down the insides of his thighs. Intense pleasure crawled from his toes, up his legs and back, he stood on the precipice of boiling gratification that obliterated every thought. His back arched. His hands tightened in Travis's hair as a tsunami of orgasmic bliss rolled over him, lifting him high enough to kiss the stars, before gently releasing him to his lovers arms. Ropes of pearly cum hit his chest and sealed the two of them together. A moment later Travis roared his completion, shuddering above him. It was good to be home.
Chapter 4
Funerals in general, sucked. After burying his mama three years ago, Travis had sworn he'd never attend another funeral. Sometimes being in love sucked big time.
Ron sniffed as another friend spoke about Granny Flo and gave a funny recollection of something said or done. Granny had given exact instructions to her friends on what to say, how to say it, and most importantly, how long to say whatever they felt the need to say. The entire service, from walking in to walking out, lasted forty minutes.
Travis was impressed. There was no screaming, no choir or yelling for mama drama, or passing out. Overall, the entire service had a staccato feel. Almost emotionless and cold, the opposite of every black person's funeral he'd ever attended.
He and Ron sat on the front row; he tightened his arm around Ron's shoulder, offering comfort. Ron was probably the only person that really understood the old woman. Fortunately, he'd met her a few times, and she'd even stayed with them when she came to visit them in Jacksonville, so he didn't feel awkward sitting in the midst of her family and friends. He was the only black person in the building, probably the entire town. He felt the eyes on the back of his neck and wished he could've sat in the rear of the room. However, Ron was her executor as well as her grandson, and had a front row seat. Wherever his man needed him, that's where he'd be, despite how uncomfortable he felt. Travis looked across the row of seats and met the cousin's stare. Darryl watched the two of them.
Travis had mixed feelings about Ron's cousin. The man sent out mixed signals. Last night, after making love to the point of exhaustion, Ron had brought him up-to-date on the family drama. The cousin that wanted to move in, rent free of course. The aunt that needed money, if there was any available. The cousin with the drug problem; and Darryl, who'd moved in with Blake after he lost his job. Travis had been surprised the dude was in a committed relationship after the way he'd stared at Travis holding Ron last night. Darryl wanted to experiment in the worst way. Knowing that, Travis admitted to Ron he'd played it up by kissing him in front of the guy. Travis then explained to his pissed lover there was more than one way to kick someone's ass.
The glances Darryl sent him were annoying and disrespectful to his partner. Once again, he was thankful for Ron. Having someone love you in spite of yourself was a gift he refused to abuse. Nodding at Darryl, he glanced at Ron again, saw he was staring at his Granny's picture on the program, and decided to wait until they were alone again.
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Ron kicked off his shoes and sat down on the couch with a loud sigh. Travis walked in behind him, stripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hold up," Ron said, looking up at him. "I just want to say, you looked mouthwatering and oh-so-fine in your shirt and tie today. I know you did it for me. Thanks, Baby. I appreciate you being here and standing with me through everything."
"There's no other place I could be." Travis unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his pants. Ron's eyes roved over his chest. The doorbell rang as Travis moved to sit next to Ron. "I thought you told them there's no food here."
"I did." Ron stood. Travis waved him back down and opened the door. Darryl, Blake, and Betsy stood at the door. Sighing, Travis stared down at the trio. He knew Ron was tired from working so hard the past few days; hell he was tired and wanted to spend a quiet evening alone with his man.
Family.
"Yes?" He blocked the door, refusing them entry. Ron's aunt puffed up and looked at Darryl. Travis wanted to laugh. What did she expect her son to do? When no one spoke, she finally gave up the staring contest.
"I want to speak to Ron." Her lips puckered as if she'd tasted something not quite right.
"I suppose this can't wait until morning? We're tired and getting ready for bed." Travis looked at Blake and glanced at Darryl before returning h
is attention to the small bird-like woman standing between them.
"No. It can't," she snapped. He stared at her for a moment.
"Hold up." Travis closed the door in their faces and walked into the living room, where Ron lay laughing. He knew Ron had been listening and would've come to the door if he'd really wanted to deal with his relatives. His baby was allowing him to have some fun running interference.
Arms spread open, he looked at Ron. "Say the word and they're gone."
Stretched out on the sofa, Ron smiled. "Now you see why I don't let you answer the door at home. You scare everybody off. Let them in, might as well get this over with."
Travis walked to the door and opened it wide. The aunt entered with an attitude, while the two men followed slowly behind her. By the time Travis reached the living room he could hear the aunt's high-pitched voice expressing her displeasure at being left on the doorstep of her mama's house. Travis wondered if Ron would correct her. It was his house and had been for over a year.