by Smith,T. M.
“Yes, please, Beau, for the love of god do not tease me right now.”
William melted into him when the head of his cock breached his tight hole. Both men sighed, enjoying the sweet satisfaction of the initial stretch and burn as Beau’s cock slowly slid into William’s wanton passage. William turned his head to the side, seeking out Beau’s mouth for a sloppy kiss. Beau growled, watching William’s eyes roll back in his head when he thrust in deep, rubbing his gland and pulling another shout from his lover.
Beau tried to make it last, but his body had been out of the game too long, his muscles screaming, instinct kicking in and demanding Beau pound him harder, move faster. No, wait –that was William, so he did. William reached back and grabbed Beau’s ass cheeks, pulling him closer, begging for more. “I’m so close Beau, I can’t hold off, I’m gonna come.”
“Me too Cher, me too,” Beau bit down on his shoulder, hard, using the material of the shirt still wrapped around his neck to stop from breaking William’s skin with his teeth. William threw his head back and cried out as he painted the wall in front of him with ropes of come. Beau hissed, feeling the pulsing and tightening of William’s channel choking him as he came, ripping Beau’s orgasm from him almost painfully.
Neither man moved, both panting, trying to catch their breath. Eventually, Beau pulled out, careful to keep the condom on now that his cock was spent. Going straight to the bathroom to flush it and clean up, he stopped in the hall and watched William dance around on one leg trying to get the one shoe off so he could get his jeans all the way off as well.
“Fuck it,” he sighed, falling back on his ass then jerking the shoe off and tossing it into the corner by the door where Beau’s clothes had been thrown in his haste to get naked. The jeans quickly followed, Beau grinning and shaking his head, walking past William and wiping the come off of his dark blue wall.
“Hey! What about me?” William pouted, screeching like a hyena when Beau tossed the rag at him.
“You hungry?” Beau asked, walking toward the kitchen naked as the day he was born. He heard a muffled, yes, then a curse, followed by the snick of the bathroom door being closed. He was sliding the second grilled cheese with turkey and spicy mustard on rye onto a paper plate when William walked into the kitchen, a pair of Beau’s shorts hanging loosely off his hips.
“Damn Cher, you look good in my pants.” He snatched a quick kiss, bending and smacking William on the ass. “Come on, let’s eat so I can get you outta my pants.”
He watched, fascinated, as William’s eyes flashed with heat the moment he mentioned fucking him again. “Goddamn boy, I need to recharge my battery, hold your horses.”
“Fiiiiine!” William rolled his eyes and sighed, like a randy teenager, perturbed because he wasn’t getting his way.
Beau led the way to the bedroom, plopping down on the bed and leaning back against the headboard. William climbed onto the bed, crawling up next to Beau and settling right beside him, taking the offered sandwich. Grabbing the remote with one hand, Beau flipped the TV on while taking a bite of his sandwich. The channels changed in quick succession until landing on ESPN. Neither of them talked while they ate and watched the basketball game.
“That was really good babe, thank you,” sandwich devoured, William slid down the bed and twisted until his head was resting in Beau’s lap.
The game no longer held Beau’s attention. The beautiful man with his head in his lap had bewitched him. How had he survived so many years alone? What had he done to deserve the pure, unadulterated affections of this man? Fifteen plus years of solitude, his only form of gratification being his hand, his Fleshjack or the brief fling with a guy he’d met through an online dating App for HIV positive men. They’d spent the better part of three years hooking up, the relationship crumbling when the other man demanded more, Beau inept at commitment or love after Izzie’s death and therefore unable to give that man what he wanted. That begged the question, why this man, why now?
Eventually William’s eyes drifted closed; the gentle, repetitive motion of Beau’s fingers playing in his hair probably lulling him to sleep. He took the opportunity to familiarize himself with every inch of William’s body that he could see. Beau’s fingers traced the triquetra on William’s left shoulder. There was something under both his left and right bicep that Beau had noticed but couldn’t see at the moment; he would figure those out later. The phoenix on William’s torso was probably Beau’s favorite, symbolizing renewal and rebirth; that certainly fit for their relationship. Looking down, Beau noticed a symbol on William’s ankle he hadn’t seen before now, he’d have to remember to ask the meaning later.
“Hey,” William’s sleepy voice drew Beau’s attention back to his face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” That was when Beau realized exactly why now and why this man. The way William stared up at him with nothing but acceptance, trust and kindness swimming in his beautiful brown eyes, answered the why.
Beau continued to run his fingers through the soft, black hair. His other hand lay on William’s torso as he absentmindedly traced the phoenix tattoo with his thumb. “Is okay Cher, I was just enjoying the view.” Smiling down at his partner, Beau whispered, “Tank you.”
Rolling sideways and leaning on his elbow, William placed several soft kisses on Beau’s chest before asking, “For what?”
“For taking a chance on me…on us.”
Sitting up and throwing one leg over Beau, straddling his lap, William leaned down and kissed him. “It’s a chance worth taking.”
Beau reached up and took William’s face in his hands, pulling him back down for another kiss that gradually grew deeper, hotter and more demanding with every second. “Lord Jesus give me strength; I want you again Cher.”
The lascivious grin he received said it all, but just in case, William voiced his opinion as well. “You have me Beauregard Boudreaux, all of me, as long as you’ll have me.”
“Forever,” Beau growled, taking his mouth again, thrusting his hips up and pulling a groan from the man sitting on his lap. He could feel William’s arousal on his stomach, his dick growing thicker and harder by the second.
Beau whimpered when William climbed off his lap and stood, the whimper becoming a groan when he undid the string holding the shorts up and let them drop to the floor, pooling at his feet. Transfixed, he watched as William slowly lifted one leg, then the other, climbing back onto the bed beside his feet. The little minx continued his attempts at seduction, reaching for the shorts Beau was wearing, sliding the tips of his fingers under the waistband before sliding them down Beau’s legs, pulling them off and tossing them over his shoulder.
Sliding in between Beau’s parted thighs, William ran his fingers up his legs, sliding his knuckles over the two hairy balls, pulling a hiss from Beau’s lips. “I can lick your balls and the base of your cock without a condom, right?” he asked. Good lord, how did the man make such a clinical question sound so fucking sexy? Beau nodded his head jerkily, groaning when the wet, warm tip of that fantastic tongue William had licked the circumference of his balls. No one’s mouth had been anywhere near his balls, much less his dick in so long, Beau had forgotten how divine it felt, the sensation of it. It took every ounce of self-control Beau possessed not to grab William by the hair and hold his head steady while he fucked his mouth when that tongue circled the base of his cock.
“Fuck,” Beau groaned through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into the bedding instead of William’s scalp.
Feeling the moisture beading at his slit, Beau used his knees to push William off him. “Sorry Cher, pre-come.” William stared up at him, bewildered. “My dick is drippin, so why don’t you come on back up here?” Beau’s voice held a hint of playfulness that he hadn’t heard from himself in far too long; he liked it. Nodding, William crawled up his body and straddled his lap again.
“Goddamn boy, condom, now!” Beau barked.
William laughed, reaching toward the bedside table for the condoms and lube. H
e sat back on his heels and brought the wrapper to his mouth, tearing the corner off with his teeth. “No!” Beau’s booming voice made William freeze, eyes wide.
“Damn, sorry Cher, but never tear a condom wrapper open wit your teeth, it can tear the condom.”
“Shit, sorry babe, I didn’t even think about that.” William leaned in for another quick kiss, dropping the torn wrapper with the condom still inside on the floor, pulling another one from the box.
Beau watched with rapt attention as William carefully removed the condom from the package, then sat it on the tip of his cock and very slowly rolled it down his length. A generous amount of lube was used to cover the latex before William reached behind himself and used two fingers to stretch his needy hole. Beau’s cock pulsed and jumped as he watched William’s fingers disappear inside his channel, knowing that channel would be warm and welcoming after just one fuck.
Beau could do nothing but sit and watch when William sat up and scooted back until his hole kissed the crown of his cock. Beau held his cock steady so William could easily glide down. “Grab dem cheeks and hold yourself open for me, Cher.” He commanded; his voice laced with lust.
Their eyes met and held as William slowly lowered himself, swallowing Beau’s cock little by little until he sat fully seated on Beau’s lap. “Oh my god, Beau, you feel so fucking good.” William groaned. Beau’s immediate response was a full body shudder.
“You too Cher, you too, now what is it you say? Shut up and fuck me?” Beau winked at him, shouting William’s name when he lifted himself up then slammed back down fast and hard. Beau thrust his hips up, meeting every twist of William’s hips with an equally hard push, both of them spurring the other on with filthy comments and words of encouragement.
“Come on now Cher, show me what ya got.” Beau reached around and grabbed William’s ass cheeks, holding them open again to allow for even deeper penetration. William leaned back, bracing his hands on Beau’s thighs and riding him like he was a prized Stallion in the Kentucky fucking Derby.
Beau growled when William sat up and squeezed his thighs tight, pinning Beau’s hips and halting his upward thrusts. “Wait, fuck, oh god, I’m gonna come and I don’t want to come yet.”
“Shhhh…” Beau ran his hands up and down William’s chest, calming him. “Come here and give me a kiss, Cher.”
Once William’s heartbeat slowed and his breathing leveled out, Beau flipped them where he was on top. “Beau, what… oh fuck!” William shouted when Beau nailed his prostate with one slow, deep thrust.
Leaning back on his heels, Beau grabbed a pillow and shoved it underneath William, lifting his legs up over his shoulders and pummeling him with fast, deep thrusts of his hips, nailing that spot inside him that made William’s eyes roll back in his head with every thrust.
“Fuck, you look good down dere, taking everyting I give you. You want it harder, faster?” Beau teased him.
William’s back arched up off the bed, the only part of his body touching the mattress were his shoulders. “Yes! I want it all Beau. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk!”
“You asked for it, Cher.” Beau responded, lifting his ass up higher off the bed and holding his body mid-air, slamming into him fast, hard and deep. William had to brace his hands on the headboard above him for fear of being fucked through the wall, literally.
Beau’s body screamed for release, sweat pouring off him, dripping down onto William’s stomach and pooling in his navel. Beau thanked god he was the only person that lived in the building. If he had neighbors they would probably call the cops thinking he was murdering William the way the man was cussing, screaming and crying out, begging Beau for more and harder and again, more. Beau’s heart damn near pounded out of his chest and his head was spinning.
In one swift move he pulled out, flipped William over and jerked his hips back, lined up and drove home. William’s legs were crossed at the ankle and he fought to move his body into a more comfortable position. “Beau, I can’t move, I need…”
“Get creative!” Beau barked not letting up his assault on William’s ass for so much as one second. He held William up by his hips, his fingers digging in so hard he’d be shocked if there weren’t bruises on them tomorrow, but he couldn’t stop. Some brutal, animalistic instinct that Beau thought was long buried took over and fueled him to thrust harder, faster, deeper than he thought he could go. If he could get his balls inside of William, bringing their bodies that much closer, he would.
Somehow, William had managed to right himself and he was thrusting back just as hard and fast as Beau was pushing forward until his body tensed, his back arched in an unnatural way and he screamed Beau’s name so loud, Beau expected glass would break. William’s body jerked and flailed beneath him, his channel clenching and unclenching, milking Beau’s cock, pulling his orgasm from him forcefully.
Beau had never felt anything like it in his life, he must have passed out for a moment, William’s voice calling to him through a fog it seemed. “Beau, babe, I don’t want to move and take a chance of fucking with the condom.”
“K…just…a sec…nnngggh.” Hell, even his tongue seemed to be worn the fuck out. Eventually he was able to focus, the room no longer spinning, his lungs no longer burning so he reached down and held the condom in place at the base of his dick, rolling over to his back. He felt light headed when he first sat up so he waited until that passed to stand. His legs were like jelly and he had to think about nothing else but putting one foot in front of the other to make it to the bathroom so he could flush the condom and clean up.
There was a definite possibility he would pass out right there in the bathroom, he was so spent. William’s gentle hands wrapped around him from behind reaching for the condom, Beau flinched. “Cher, no…”
“Shhhh; it’s okay Beau. There are no cuts on my hands. I think I can remove this, flush it and help you clean up.” He held William’s gaze in the mirror, still holding William’s hands in a tight grip. The words rung true, it was very hard for Beau to let William do this. Eventually, he released a breath and William’s hands, nodding once. The clean-up was almost as intimate as the mind blowing sex they’d just had. Beau held still while William slid the condom down, careful not to spill, tying it off and dropping it into the toilet. He smiled at Beau in the mirror, turning the tap and waiting for the water to warm. Beau let his body be moved sideways so that William could face him.
William took the rag and wet it, grabbed the bottle of anti-bacterial hand soap and pumped a couple squirts onto the wash cloth, then used the rag to wash Beau’s cock, balls and groin area. Once that was done, he rinsed the soap from the rag and rang it out, returning to Beau and cleaning the soap away with the warm wash cloth. While he did that he pulled Beau’s head down and kissed him. It was endearing, almost poetic, Beau feeling more love from the simple act of being wiped clean than he had felt from anyone in a very long time.
The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. “I love you, William Richards.”
William froze, eyes wide staring up at Beau, but not with doubt or disagreement. No, the emotion Beau saw in those brown eyes mirrored his own. The shock and surprise he saw in William’s features slowly morphed into a smile that was close to blinding, his eyes misty with unshed tears. The rag fell to the floor, William’s arms snaking around Beau’s neck. “I love you too, Beau.”
The kiss they shared was softer than the kisses they shared only moments before in Beau’s bed. Those kisses were demanding, staking their claim on each other in an almost feral way. This kiss was a slow burn, a promise that sealed the words they’d just shared with each other. Beau didn’t know what it was exactly that made him say the words, but he felt the truth in the words much like he’d felt the truth when he spoke the same words to Izaiah all those years ago. In that moment Beau finally came to the realization that he didn’t have to let Izzie go to be with William, to love him, he could keep his memory of Izzie while living his life with William. Izz
ie held his past and William would hold his future.
Chapter 17 | Moving On and In
“Sounds like a plan Mattie, see you then.” William disconnected the call, turning to Beau.
“Tomorrow at 9:45, tank you.” Beau disconnected his call.
“Alright, we are going out to Mamaroneck tomorrow night for dinner. Works out perfect actually, we can go by the Center after the doctor and still have time to come back here and change or whatever we need to do before we drive out there.” William tossed his phone onto the coffee table.
Both of them had agreed that morning when they finally crawled out of bed that waiting was not an option. William needed to see Beau’s doctor and start anti-viral therapy as soon as possible. And with that came the realization that since he and Beau had already slept together, he wouldn’t be able to shoot anymore, period. The night before the only thought that had entered William’s sex idled brain was, fuck me, fuck me now! No thought given to his words to Andrew that he could work for a little while longer, long enough for them to hire on a new model.