by Smith,T. M.
Beau chuckled. “Ain’t time for no hanky panky right now, Cher. We gotta get goin to Tristan’s.”
William pouted, sticking his bottom lip out and batting his eyelashes at Beau. Walking over to the bed, Beau pulled William up, kissing him before pushing him toward the bathroom. “Get dressed Couyon, dere be plenty of time for dat later.”
Chapter 15 | Telling Friends
“Hey, come in, come in.” Tristan greeted them when they arrived, hustling them into the house and closing the door. “I sent Gabe and Micah out to the Farmer’s Market, the Deli and the Butcher so we have a good hour or so before they get back. I wanted to talk to you two alone for a few minutes.”
Tristan led them into the living room in the back of the house, motioning for them to have a seat on the couch. There was a large, roomy recliner that looked like it could hold two people comfortably that sat in the space between the couch and the fireplace. Tristan sat there, crossing his legs and smiling. “I want to offer you both my services, as a couple, if that is where the relationship between the two of you is going.”
William looked from Tristan to Beau, then back to Tristan. “I, ummm… wow Tristan, I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Yes, as long as Beau is okay with that I think it would be easier, for me at least, if you were the person we talked to.”
“I’m good wit dat Cher. Tris already know my business and your business so he might as well know our business.” Beau lifted their joined hands, kissing the top of William’s knuckles.
“Those were my thoughts exactly. I can’t do physical examinations and such, or prescribe the required meds you will need. But I can be there for you two in every other way. I know there are going to be a lot of questions, especially for you William, having a friend answering those questions will certainly ease some of the burden.”
“Okay, I’ll rip the Band-Aid off then. What are the risks involved with intercourse?” William asked. Beau sputtered while Tristan laughed. “What?” William shrugged.
“HIV 101 then.” Tristan shook his head, still grinning at William. “Need something to drink there Beau? Water, Beer?”
“Beer.” William and Beau said in unison. Tristan left the room and was back in less than a minute with three beers.
“Since we are strapped for time before the guys get back, I’ll do a quick run through with you as far as what I know, William.” Tristan took a couple of pulls of his beer before setting it on the coffee table.
“Condoms are a must, mostly during intercourse, but occasionally for oral sex as well. The virus can only be transmitted through semen, blood or vaginal fluid, and I’m pretty damn sure the only vaginas you two ever went near were your mother’s during birth.” Tristan paused for a moment to let that one sink in. William curled his nose up at that thought, causing Tristan and Beau both to laugh out loud.
“Okay so, semen and blood. It is up to the two of you whether or not you want to use condoms for oral sex. It’s not always necessary as long as you don’t have any open sores in your mouth or on your tongue or lips, and not right after you’ve brushed your teeth. The ins and outs of that will be a decision the two of you will have to come to together. Sex is a no go without a condom, period. And if you use any toys, you will want to cover them with a condom as well. You still with me?” Tristan asked William.
“Yeah, so far it’s pretty much what I expected and Beau mentioned the teeth thing this morning when…” William remembered where he was, blushing when Tristan cocked one eyebrow.
“Oh please, do tell.” Tristan teased.
“You cut dat out now Tris, leave my boy alone.” Beau wrapped his arm around William, pulling him close, for which William was grateful.
“You do need to make an appointment as soon as possible with your physician, Beau, so the three of you can discuss anti-viral therapy.”
“Sounds like a plan, right Beau?” William agreed. The sound of car door slamming shut alerted them that Gabe and Micah were back.
Tristan stood and stepped toward the doorway, stopping when William called out to him. “Tristan, we want to tell them, Gabe and Micah. Would that be okay with you?”
“Yeah, but don’t feel like you have to. They won’t hear it from me; my professional life stays separate from my home life for the sake of my patients’ privacy.” Tristan assured them.
“Honey, I’m home!” Gabe shouted from the back door. William saw Gabe as soon as he came around the corner, walking straight to Tristan and standing on his tip toes for a kiss. Micah moved in behind him, wrapping his arms around both of them kissing each of them on the cheek. The three of them fit so well together, cut from the same cloth, unable to be in the same room and not gravitate toward each other.
Gabe finally took notice of the two men sitting on the couch in his living room. “Willie!” he bounced over and gave William a hug, then Beau. “You want to help get these groceries? Then Tris can fire up the grill while we catch up.”
William shook his head. “Not yet, first, we need to talk to you and Micah. Can you come in here and sit down with us?”
“Okay…” Gabe gave them a wary look, sitting down in the large recliner next to Tristan and pulling Micah down with them as well when he tried to walk past to get to the couch.
Sitting back down, William wasn’t quite sure where to start. Thankfully, no one pushed him, they all gave him and Beau the time they needed to gather their thoughts. Beau’s hand on his knee calmed him, he didn’t know when that had happened, that his lover could calm him with just his touch, but it did.
“I wanted to, well we…” he looked sideways at Beau receiving a genuine smile. A simple head nod was all William needed to proceed. “Beau and I are together now and…” Why was it so damn hard to come right out and say that Beau was HIV positive? It gave William even more proof that Beau had not set out to hurt him by not telling him. If Beau had half as much trouble voicing the words as he was having right then, he could definitely relate to staying silent.
Gabe clapped and caught William off guard, he jumped. “Oh that’s wonderful news guys. It certainly took you long enough though.” Gabe stood only to be pulled right back down by Tristan.
“I’m HIV positive.” Beau blurted out, apparently wanting to put the words out there, probably knowing how hard it was for William to say them.
Gabe froze with his mouth open, probably fixing to let Tristan have it for pulling him back down. Micah was wide eyed, looking from Beau to William then to Tristan, then back at Beau.
William held his hands up to stop either of them from saying anything just yet. “Listen, I know this is a shock, it was a shock for me as well. But I care about Beau, a lot, he makes me happy.” William cocked his head to the side, looking at Beau and seeing nothing but adoration in his gaze. “We both want to make this work and you guys, all three of you, are like family to me. I was a bit upset when he finally told me and I don’t want anyone else that is close to us to be hurt by secrets.”
Gabe turned sideways and stared at Tristan. “You knew, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“He knew before William.” Beau tried to erase that slight coloring of hurt that flushed Gabe’s cheeks.
“Why didn’t you tell us Tris?” Gabe’s voice was soft with an edge of hurt that matched his cheeks.
“You know why, babe.” Tristan kissed his forehead. Micah sat quietly and let the two of them work it out.
Finally Gabe blew out a breath and nodded. “I know babe, sorry.” He turned his attention to William and Beau. “Are you two being safe?” They both nodded. “Good. Now let’s get the groceries unloaded before everything goes bad.” And that was the end of the discussion.
William and Beau helped Micah unload the groceries while Tristan fired up the grill and Gabe started tenderizing the meat. Gabe waited until he and William were alone in the kitchen to start grilling him. “I meant what I said in there; you two better play safe. Now, tell me everything, every dirty, sordid detail, if you please. Li
ke, is he anatomically proportioned? Does his beard tickle your balls when he sucks your dick?”
William couldn’t help but laugh. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” William poked his head around the corner to make sure they were still alone before leaning close to Gabe and whispering. “Oh my god Gabe, it was probably the best sex I’ve ever had, in my life. He’s strong and forceful, and yet, gentle in a way. And yes, he is that goddamn big eeeeeeeeverywhere.”
Gabe grabbed his hands, jumping up and down a couple times. The back door chime alerting them that someone was coming their way had them both focusing on the salad they were making. “Hey babe, Tris wants the potatoes if they’re ready.” Micah came up behind Gabe, leaning over and kissing the side of his neck.
William grabbed the plate of potatoes he’d just finished wrapping with foil and handed it off to Micah. “Here you go.”
“Thanks William.” Micah took the plate, grabbed another beer from the fridge and headed toward the back of the house, stopping and turning back to face them once more. “I’m happy you found someone William; the two of you look good together.” He and Micah had bonded when Micah and Gabe still lived out at the house in Mamaroneck. William nodded and tipped his beer, Micah disappearing down the hallway and back out to the yard.
It was easy to see why the three of them worked so well together; it was a balancing act. Tristan was the foundation, holding Gabe and Micah up, their strength. Gabe was the heart of the trio, wearing his on his sleeve, clawing out the eyes of anyone that would dare fuck with Tristan or Micah. The reserved and quiet one, that was Micah, he was the bridge between Gabe and Tristan, the common ground that neither of them could live without. William knew Tristan had almost walked away and let them just be with each other, he also knew that Gabe and Micah had tried to do just that, both realizing that something, better yet someone, was missing. They only worked together, and it worked perfectly for them.
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“Wow, that was delicious Tristan. It’ll take me a week in the gym to work it off, but it was so worth it.” William rubbed his protruding belly, before belching long and loud.
“Say excuse me, you ass!” Gabe threw the oven mitt he brought to the table to pick up the potatoes hot off the grill, at William’s head. Gabe and Tristan both stood and starting clearing away the empty plates, telling Beau to sit his ass back down when he attempted to stand and help.
“Are we okay here for a while longer? Do you think Roni will mind holding down the fort on her own for another hour or so?” William asked Beau.
“She should be good to close actually, so no rush at all, what’d you wanna do den?” Beau scooted closer, running his nose down the length of William’s neck. Holy fuck if the touch of Beau’s skin on his didn’t get his pulse racing.
“That…definitely, but…not at Gabe’s kitchen table.” William groaned as quietly as he could. “No I…oh shit, Beau.” He whimpered when Beau bit down on the sensitive skin behind his ear. William gave serious thought to throwing himself down on the hard wood table spread eagle and begging Beau to fuck the living shit out of him. Six goddamn months, four of which had been the longest foreplay of his adult life. While waking up in Beau’s bed, feeling the warmth of his mouth on his dick was amazing, William was well beyond ready for the man currently nibbling on his earlobe and whispering absolutely filthy terms of endearment into his ear to just fuck him already.
“Would you two stop making out like a couple of teenagers at my dinner table? I have to eat here you horny bastards; if I leave you two to it, you’ll be fucking like bunnies before I can serve dessert.” Gabe chastised. Everyone one of them died, just fucking died, laughing until they were crying.
After stuffing themselves to the gills with homemade Key Lime pie and coffee, William finally managed to drag Beau to his truck, hoping to get the sexy man back to his place and get naked, start working on working off all the calories he just ate, immediately.
Three blocks from Beau’s place, he pulled into a Duane Reade parking lot, killing the engine. “What could you possibly need from the pharmacy at nine o’clock at night Beau?” William pouted. The sexy glare he received from Beau answered that question and he scrambled out of the truck in a hurry.
They quickly found the isle they wanted back by the pharmacy, filling the basket William had bent and grabbed when they walked in with condoms, lube and wet naps. “Ribbed for her pleasure,” William read the box in his hand, shrugging and tossing it into the basket. “Let’s see how it is for my pleasure.”
Beau laughed at him, setting the basket down on the counter once they reached the register. “Oh, it’s you two.” The familiar voice drew their attention away from each other. It was the girl with the pink hair and the nose ring from Pier 25.
“Hi, how are you? Did you win your game that day?” William asked, trying not to upset the gal that held the key to his sexual gratification in her hands.
“Yeah…” She stared down at the six boxes of condoms, three containers of lube and economy size package of wet-naps. Looking back up at them, she cocked her head to one side eyeing them carefully. She really was a pretty young woman, pink hair and piercings aside. “Well, at least you two are practicing safe sex.”
William released the breath he hadn’t even realized he held as their cashier went on and on about her sixteen-year-old sister that was five months pregnant because she didn’t tell the guy to wrap it. “You sure you boys don’t want a case of water? Probably want to stay hydrated,” she joked, winking at them comically.
“Tank you but no, we good.” Beau exchanged money for the bag, dragging William out of the store at a sprint.
Chapter 16 | Finally
“Ummmphhh.” William groaned when Beau shoved him up against the wall before the door to his apartment was even closed, finding that spot behind the man’s ear that made him groan. It had been way too damn long since Beau had been intimate with anyone. As much as he wanted to take his time, savor the moment after so many years of celibacy, there was no fucking way he was going to be able to hold back the first time, well, the first couple times he had his way with William.
He couldn’t get William’s clothes off him fast enough. The t-shirt he wore was still wrapped around his neck, one shoe stopping his jeans from sliding all the way off. Beau tore off every stitch of clothing he wore in less than a minute, then bent and rummaged through the bag on the floor, grabbing a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. He caught William as he stood before he toppled over, having gotten his bare foot tangled in the jeans still hanging off the other foot.
Beau tore the box open and removed a condom, dropping it back on the floor. Carefully, he removed the condom from the plastic wrapper, placing it on the tip of his cock then watching William’s eyes dilate as he watched Beau slowly roll the condom down the length of his thick cock. “Beau…” William sounded breathless already. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m probably going to come the second you bury that monster in my ass.”
Squirting some lube into his palm, Beau continued to watch William, his eyes now drawn to the motion of Beau’s hand as he generously coated his latex-sheathed cock with lube. “Look at me, Cher.” William’s gaze slowly traveled up Beau’s bare chest to his eyes, black orbs of lust held up by flushed red cheeks.
“I haven’t been inside a man for a very long time. I can’t promise you dis will be good or gentle, maybe next time.” Beau bent and shoved his tongue into William’s mouth when he opened it to speak, swallowing the moan the beautiful man fed him, greedily. They kissed until the lack of oxygen forced them apart, pawing at each other again as soon as they caught their breath.
Beau continued to ravage William’s mouth, attempting to get him ready for the fucking of his life. Lifting one leg and resting it on his hip, Beau wrapped the other hand around the hard, leaking flesh that begged for his attention. Fingers still slick with lube, he traced the path down William’s body toward his ass, grinning when William shuddered as his finger grazed
the sensitive flesh between his thigh and groin.
“I thought you were in a hurry,” William said through gritted teeth.
“Patience, Mon Chéri.”
“Fuck patience! I want you inside me n…OH!” William cried out when one of Beau’s fingers slid inside him, then another. He clawed at Beau’s shoulders, rocking his hips and riding the two fingers down to the second knuckle. “More Beau; goddammit, give me more.”
“Whatever you say, Cher,” Beau whispered, pulling the two fingers out, then pushing three back in. William muttered incoherent jibber jabber in between moans and curses, begging Beau to stop playing and fuck him, now.
He pulled his hand away, dropped William’s leg then grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, shoving him face first into the wall. His dick was so hard it hurt—if he didn’t get release soon his fucking head might pop off just to alleviate the pressure. Bending and leaning against William’s body, Beau gripped his dick, rubbing it against William’s puckered opening.