by Mathew Ortiz
“I said, don’t move!” I barked and he stilled save for a shiver.
I slurped down his spine to the top of his ass. The warmth of his skin and the scent of his body drove me further down to the top of his crease. Flicking my tongue I inched down and his body broke out in a cold sweat.
“Jeezus, Robbie!” His left hand drifted to his crotch.
“Quiet!” I snapped. “And get your hands off your cock. I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Did. I?” I emphasized my words with more slaps to his ass. It sounded like applause in the small office but I got my point across and he moved his hand back to the door. Boone’s breathing was rapid, irregular and I loved it. He was coming undone and I controlled every minute of it. I knelt and sat on my haunches, admiring his ass. Round and firm the skin was as smooth as glass. I palmed each cheek and pulled them apart, exposing his innermost parts and groaned appreciatively. His hole was devoid of hair. Only pink perfect skin lay before me and Boone’s guttural moan rent the air. I smirked, flicked out my tongue and probed the puckered star. It flexed under my touch and I sank my tongue deeper.
I love eating ass and his was perfection. His hole was smooth and soft. His skin musky and delicious. And I planned on feasting on him until his legs buckled, his cock erupted and he collapsed in my arms.
I slid my hands up his smooth belly and found the hard nubs of his nipples. I rolled each of them between my thumb and forefinger and, when I pinched them, he shook.
Boone cried, wiggled, and humped his ass wildly on my invading tongue. I let his cheeks go and they closed around my face and snugged my mouth against his eager hole. I lifted up enough to take a deep breath and dove back. My tongue slid deeper into him and I fucked his ass with it. My prick strained against my pants, so I reached down, unzipped and pulled my rod free. I felt stickiness on my fingers. I was leaking like crazy. Pulling back, I brought my palm up and spit into it. Placing it back on my cock, I slicked myself up and stroked my meat even as my tongue found his taint and I laved my way back to his hole.
Boone whimpered, growled, panted, simpered and gurgled happily. I’d found his weakness. Boone loved having his ass eaten if the way he rode my tongue was any indication. He was mine. I was so close. A tingle flittered across the back of my balls… I had seconds left. I yanked my head back, my cheeks were wet with spit and barked. “Jack your cock, Boone. Come!”
Boone must have fisted his cock because his hole tightened around my tongue and spasmed.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Boone came—loud and hard. His whole body shook with each blast and it pushed me over the edge. Spearing him once more, I came. Fire raced up my cock and I erupted. White ribbons shot from my cock painting the floor as I let loose and rested my cheek on Boon’s sweat slick ass. Over and over my climax rocked through me. Boone heaved a gasped breath and slid to the floor, flopping to the side of the door, jeans twisted around his ankles. He lay there in a pile of sweaty arms and legs. I milked the last drops of pearly white cum from my tumescent cock and then gingerly slipped it back into my pants, zipping up. I stood up and dusted off my knees.
Boone smiled loopily up at me, his softening cock clutched in his sticky hand. “Damn…”
I snorted a laugh and held out my hand to help him up. Grinning like the devil, Boone licked his own come off his hand. Once cleaned, he grabbed mine and hopped to his feet where he fell into my arms, kissing me. I tasted him on his lips and tongue and my cock tingled again. He let my mouth go and straightened himself up.
“I guess this means we’re datin’?” He slyly asked and I chuckled.
“I guess it does.” I reached over and pinched his nipple and he hissed. “How about dinner, next Saturday?”
“Shoot. It’s gonna take me that long to recover but what the hell. Sure.” Boone kissed me lightly once and walked around me. He opened the door, peaked out, and gave me the high sign. “Coasts clear.” We scuttled out of the room and no sooner had I closed the door, we heard.
“Whew! You two stink of sex and I think the whole kitchen heard you come, Boone!” Ria giggled as she strode past us to the exit. “BTW boss. The cake was a hit.” And with that she pushed the door open and left the building.
We stood there, stunned as other workers walked past, smirking. Boone shrugged and I chuckled. Dating Boone Myer was definitely not going to be boring.
*
Monday rolled around and I’d finished my morning e-mail barrage when Alvin knocked on my door frame.
“What can I do for you, boss?”
“I just got a call from Emilio D’Argento.” Alvin paused for effect.
Not a drama queen at all, are we, boss?
“And?”
“He raved about you. He said you took care of his daughter’s tantrums, the snafu with the music, the glitch with the flowers… all of it. You kept things rolling and on schedule. More importantly the mother and the bride were ecstatic. Well done, Robbie. Between this and Autumn House I think you’re ready to take on bigger clients. Jessica spoke with me earlier in the month and wants to take a year long sabbatical. She’s going to function as a silent partner from this point onward. I was expecting it and she insisted on giving you her accounts.” He stopped and screwed his lips up ruefully. “I admit I was dubious. However, your continued success is hard to ignore. With Jessica’s permission, I’m moving you into her office. Effective immediately.”
I had to practically lift my jaw off my desk. All her accounts? Granted I was only dealing with a few but Jessica had over twenty weddings, events and parties on her list this year alone. That was going to be a shit-ton of work.
“Ah, oh… thank you?” I sputtered and Alvin chuckled.
“Don’t thank me yet, Robbie. Jessica’s schedule is horrendous. If you do well this will be a permanent position.” He waved and turned to leave but I had to ask.
“What about Lily?”
Alvin actually rolled his eyes. “Lily has her own accounts to worry about.”
“But—”
“I’ll handle Lily.” He cut me off and I knew not to pursue it. Alvin left and I sat there in stunned silence. I had been promoted! Me!
Oh hell, I’m hyperventilating!
I lowered my head to my desk and tried to slow my breathing.
“Dude, did I just hear right? You’re taking over Jessica’s accounts?” Spin’s voice made me snap my head up.
I sat back in my chair and stared at him. This was it! I had been working toward this for months. Trying to prove to Alvin how good I was and not letting him be swayed by my youth. I was a good event planner, a damn good one. And it would seem all my hard work had finally paid off.
“Yes, I am.” I groaned and covered my face with my hands. “Christ, all her accounts. I’m going to be working twenty-four-seven. I’ve more than doubled my work load.”
“If anyone can do it you can, Robbie.” Spin’s encouragement lessened the mounting anxiety clustering in my chest. I was about to thank him when Anissa, Jessica’s assistant came knocking at my door. Anissa favored a goth/steampunk style that lent an air of irreverence. Pert and sweet, Anissa’s baby face and affable nature belayed a razor sharp mind. She wore her black hair swept up into two pig tails and they swished as she bounced into our office.
“Hey new boss.” Her blood red lips curved and I returned the smile. “The head chipmunk sent me to help move your stuff into Jessica’s office.” Spin and I both chuckled. Alvin would be so pissed if he heard her calling him a chipmunk, even if he did kind of act like a rabid one sometimes. “Or should I say your office? I know most people prefer to hire their own assistant, so if you want I can arrange a replacement, interviews—”
“You don’t want to work with me?” Damn, I didn’t mean to sound so needy.
“I wasn’t sure if you would want to keep me on.” She shrugged fatalistically.
“Letting you go would be the stupidest thing I could ever do. You know way more about Jessica’s accounts than me. Plus, you’re a great assistan
t.”
“Thanks, Robbie.” She blushed and let out a sigh of relief. She had been genuinely afraid I’d let her go.
“I—” I was about to ask her when we could set up a time to go over the events when none other than Lily sauntered into the office. She looked like an emaciated storm cloud. Dressed in black, her blonde hair was pulled back into a severe bun, accentuating her high cheekbones.
“Well, well, golden boy got his wish. I wonder how you managed to get Alvin to give you Jessica’s job.” She made an obscene gesture implying I blew Alvin to get the promotion. Heat flashed across my face and my temper flared. I rose to confront her when—
“Excuse me, Ms. Burr but Mr. Gaither is very busy and simply cannot waste time on idle chatter.” Anissa put herself between Lily and me. “If you wish to speak to him please contact me and make an appointment.”
“I don’t have to make an appointment to see that little fa—,” Lily sneered but was again cut off.
“I wouldn’t have thought you could waste time chatting either. Didn’t Kate pass you the message that the hall for the Brinton wedding backed out last minute?” Anissa purred and Lily’s face whitened. Obviously she hadn’t been told. “My, my where on earth are you going to find a venue at the last minute to house one hundred and fifty some odd guests?”
With an angry huff, Lily stormed out, pushing roughly past Spin. My hands shook at the nerve of that awful woman.
“What a bitch.” Spin exhaled as he closed the office door.
“Thanks for keeping me from ripping her head off, Anissa. I can’t believe Kate forgot to tell her something so important.” I groused and Anissa smirked.
Kate was the office manager and had been temporarily helping Lily out since her latest assistant quit. Lily drove off assistants on a weekly basis and the office had betting pools on how long each newbie would stay. Spin had won the last one. The guy had lasted five days before running for the hills.
“She didn’t,” Anissa replied. “She not only told her, she emailed her and texted her but Lily was too busy to listen.” Anissa air quoted the ‘busy’ part of her sentence. “Probably hunting on that new hookup App from Desdemona Darkly: Darkly Yours. And don’t worry, keeping that she beast at bay is half the fun of my job. Jessica couldn’t stand her!”
“I think we are going to get along just fine.” I held out my hand and she shook it enthusiastically. Yep, things were looking up.
Chapter 6
Boone
Well damn if he didn’t cancel on me for Saturday.
Normally I’d take the brush off and walk on but Robbie insisted he cancelled because of his new promotion. I had been inclined to believe him because 350 Degrees were catering the desserts for the shindigs. Still, I was not a happy homo and made it clear to Mr. Gaither that I was peeved. Dang, if I didn’t like making him squirm and I was pretty sure his ass was wiggling in his chair as I made him wait to see if I would reschedule—which of course I did. Hell, Robbie Gaither made my blood rush, my head swim and my pants do the happy dance. I agreed to go out the following Friday night for drinks at the Dubonny Club at eight. So as it was… I spent the weekend home or more precisely, my momma’s house.
I spent the evening watching TV with her, Mawmaw and Cotton. To most gay men this would be the last thing they would want to do but I love my family. I spend time with them because they mean the world to me and our family keeps expanding. Avery and Martin would swing by when they could, which tickled Mawmaw and Momma. They adored Poppy and missed Peg something fierce. I think my brother came around so often to let Momma have enough time with her grandson and new granddaughter.
Saturday sped by and I’d trudged over the next morning to Momma’s for Sunday breakfast. More like brunch, as most of us weren’t human until at least nine. So five after ten I pushed open the door and almost cried out with joy—sweet potato hash! One of my favorites. A bonus item was that sweet potatoes were on the good list for glycemic indexes. Meaning for diabetics, it broke down slowly and was a good carbohydrate. Oh and the smell of bacon and coffee added to the miasma of savory deliciousness. Momma was at the stove tending the hash and Mawmaw was setting the table. Cotton puttered by the coffee pot setting out five mugs. That meant Avery and Boone were on their way with Peg. It was Poppy’s weekend with her mother and stepdad. She was going to spit nails if she found out she missed sweet potato hash. She loved the stuff.
“’Mornin’, son,” Momma said and I padded over to kiss her proffered cheek then followed suit with Mawmaw. I sidled over to the coffee pot and took the mug offered to me by Cotton.
“Thanks, bro.” I reached over and patted his back. Cotton gave me a smile.
“No problem.” He leaned against the counter and sipped his coffee. “So, how’s it goin’ with your new guy?” His eyes gleamed devilishly.
I rolled my eyes. “How did you find out about him?”
“Alex told Martin and Martin told Avery and Avery told me.” Cotton snickered. “Telephone, telegraph, telefag.”
“Gossipy queens,” I good-naturedly groused. “Last I saw him was at the D’Argento wedding.” I lowered my voice for his ears only. “He tossed me around like a doll and ate my ass like a candy.”
“Whoa!” His graze grew round. “Good?”
“So good, I durn near came just from Mr. Munch-Master.”
“That’s talent. Have you gone out again?” He discreetly walked into the living-room and I followed. Some things my momma didn’t need to hear and knowing her son liked to have his salad tossed was one of them.
“Nah, he cancelled last night’s date. It’s okay. He took on a new bunch of clients at his work and is kinda overwhelmed. Can’t say I’m too disappointed.” I tried to act aloof and failed.
“Yeah right.” His dubious gaze bore into me.
“He’s not my type, Cotton.” Again with the stare. “He’s one of those gay men who’re only concerned with labels, status and prefers ‘masculine’ men.”
“And yet he ate you out and you don’t care?”
“Yep.”
“Stop acting all nonchalant.” He poked me in the chest and I batted his hand away.
“I so am not nonchalant about it.” I waved him off.
“You are so ‘chalant.” He persisted. “I can tell. Besides Martin said, Alex said, you were all goo-goo eyed over him.”
“I’m gonna beat Martin’s ass.” I huffed as heat surged up my face.
“I think Avery likes doin’ that.” He wiggled his brows and me and we both chuckled.
I slugged back some more coffee just as the front door was flung open. Peg raced in yelling good morning to all and made a bee line straight for the kitchen. Avery and Martin came in next. Avery had a weird look about him and he strode directly toward me. I set my coffee down and opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, when Avery enveloped me into a powerful bear hug. Stunned, I only hugged him back, darting a glance at Cotton and he frowned. Avery squeezed me one more time and drew back, holding my shoulders.
“You are the best damn brother—ever!” He proclaimed and hugged me again. “Thank you!”
I patted his back and shrugged at Cotton’s quizzical stare.
“Er… thanks, Avery.” He continued to cling to me and Martin came up behind him and smacked his head. Avery flinched and stumbled back.
“Avery!” Martin hissed. “Be quiet!”
“What? I was just thankin’ him.” Avery rubbed his head and shot Martin a dirty grin.
“Am I missin’ somthin’?” Cotton asked from beside us. Martin blushed furiously, Avery grinned and catching on, I snickered.
“Yes!” Avery and I chorused and Martin smacked my arm.
“No!” Martin growled.
“Okay, now I’m intrigued. What’s goin’ on, Avery.” Cotton grinned over the cup’s rim and Martin sputtered.
He turned purple and grabbed at Avery who wrapped his arms around his flailing man and snuggled Martin close. Martin’s face burned bright red and he wi
ggled his butt against Avery’s in protest. It only made Avery smile wider.
“It would seem that Boone took my baby to Big Bear’s Barbershop and had him… ahem well let’s just say the playing field is as smooth as silk.” Avery rested his chin on Martin’s shoulder and Martin squinched his eyes closed and groaned.
“What’s the big deal? So he got his bush wacked back.” Cotton answered nonplussed, until I arched a brow at him. “Oh? Oh. Oh! You mean?” Cotton’s eyes were round as saucers.
“Yep. Smooth as a nectarine and just as tasty.” Avery crowed and Martin smacked his arm.
“Do you have to tell your brothers everything?” Martin sighed and Avery nibbled his neck in response.
“The only one who didn’t know was Cotton. ‘Sides Boone takin’ you there was the best gift he ever got me.” Avery murmured as he nipped Martin’s ear. “You said my beard felt awesome on your hole.”
“That’s it.” Martin pushed away from Avery and stomped off to the kitchen. I caught Cotton staring at his ass as he walked and Avery cuffed him.
“Don’t stare.”
“Can’t help it, Avery.” Cotton smirked. “Is that why he’s walking funny?”
“Nah,” Avery slung his arm over Cotton’s shoulders. “Its cause any chance I can to get at that ass of his since his visit to Big Bear’s I take it. Can’t get enough.”
“You didn’t…?” I asked and was rewarded with another shit eating grin.
“Right before we came over.” Avery punched my arm. “Thanks again, bro. Best gift—ever!”
“Do you—” Cotton googled at me and his gaze drifted downward.
“Hey pervo! Eyes up. This isn’t some kind of weird brother porn thing. And yes, I get the playing field done.” Avery and Cotton flinched and I grumped at them. “You’re both tops. Mostly, it’s a bottom thing.”