by K. C. Wells
Blake met his husband’s gaze. “Okay then. There are times when I miss us—being able to spend a day making love if we wanted to, not caring if we made a lot of noise, no matter what room we chose to fuck in—but as for regretting that little girl being in our lives? Never.”
“You want to know what I think?” Will smiled. “I think it makes those occasions that we do get to spend time alone, even more precious. Remember when we bought this house, and Sophie went to stay with Lizzie and Dave for a week while we sorted it out?” His smile widened. “I think we christened every room.”
Blake grew warm at the memories. “Not to mention the garden.” Then he shivered. “Even if I did freeze my arse off. I mean, who makes love outdoors in December, for God’s sake?”
Will rolled his eyes. “You were in the hot tub, babe. I hardly think that counts as the great outdoors.”
Blake huffed. “There were bits of me that felt the chill, I seem to recall.”
Will got off the arm of the couch and strolled over to where Blake knelt. He bent low to kiss Blake on the mouth, the kiss deliberate and sensual. “Then maybe we should make the most of tonight. Because very soon, life will change again for both of us.”
“What did you have in mind?” Blake murmured against his lips.
“I was thinking some dinner, a shower together, and then the pair of us on the couch. At least we can start there.” Will grinned. “What do you say?”
Blake pointed toward the kitchen. “Get in there and rustle up something to eat. Time’s a-wastin’.”
Will laughed as he headed back into the kitchen. “Yes, sir.”
“How many hours do you think we have?” Blake called out.
“No idea, and I don’t care, as long as we spend as many as possible of them naked,” Will called back.
Blake could get behind that plan.
* * * * * *
Will strolled into the bedroom just in time to catch Blake staring at his naked reflection in the wardrobe mirror door as he finished drying off from his shower. Will grinned. “Well, I wouldn’t throw that body out of my bed, that’s for sure.”
Blake turned his head and narrowed his gaze. “You’d better not. I know people.” He dropped his towel onto the carpet.
Will gave a theatrical gasp. “Did you just threaten me?”
Blake gave a slow nod. “So play nice and maybe I won’t make a couple of phone calls.”
Will chuckled and crossed the room to stand behind his husband. He regarded Blake’s reflection, reaching around him to leisurely stroke his chest and belly, deliberately ignoring his cock. “That is one sexy man.” He kissed Blake’s neck, loving the current that rippled through his husband’s body. Will played with Blake’s nipples, delighting in the shivers he created. Blake’s gaze was riveted onto his reflection.
Will licked a trail up his neck and caught Blake’s earlobe in his teeth. He tugged gently on it, while he tweaked the stiffening nubs. “Yeah, you like watching us in the mirror, don’t you?” He grabbed hold of Blake’s hair and jerked his head back so Blake was staring at them both. “Look at this sexy body.” With his other hand he caressed Blake’s taut belly. “It’s been more than ten years, and yet you’re still as lean and hard as you were the night of your thirtieth birthday.”
Blake chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Gravity and age will have their way eventually.”
Will kissed his neck, knowing all too well how much it turned Blake on. “Yes, but you take care of yourself.” Blake put his head back against Will’s shoulder, a low moan escaping him as Will pinched his nipples harder now. Will whispered into his ear. “I haven’t forgotten how much you love it when I take charge.” He ground his hard cock against Blake’s arse, his own breathing matching Blake’s when Blake pushed back, arms reaching back to stroke Will’s sides. “Watch, love. Watch my hands stroking your body. See how your cock rises, how it’s already showing precome.”
“That surprises you?” Blake gasped, hips slowly rotating as he tried to hold Will steady while he rubbed his arse against Will’s hot shaft.
Will slid his hands lower to stroke the tops of Blake’s thighs. “Look. See how beautiful you are? See these gorgeous thighs? Know what I’m going to do? I’m going to spread them and fuck you, deep and slow and hard.”
A loud groan rolled out of Blake. “Fuck, yeah. Want that.”
Will traced over the warm skin to grab Blake’s arse, squeezing the firm globes and pulling them apart. “This is mine tonight.”
Shudders coursed through Blake. “Yes. God, yes. It’s all for you.”
Will pressed his erect dick between Blake’s arse cheeks and rocked his hips, his shaft sliding through the hot crease while he listened to the noises pouring from Blake’s lips that spoke of need, desire and pleasure. He loved that they were both versatile, but he also knew how much Blake loved it when Will took a more dominant role. There was a reason their four poster bed had steel rings fitted to the posts, after all.
He grabbed Blake around the throat and jerked his head back to kiss his neck, this time sucking on the fragrant skin there, knowing he was going to leave a mark. My mark on him. Fuck, that turned him on.
“Touch me,” Blake whispered.
Will chuckled against his neck. “I am touching you.”
A low growl rumbled out of him. “You know what I mean, you bastard. Touch my cock.”
Will tut-tutted. “My my, such language. I’m glad you don’t use that filthy mouth when our daughter is around.” He rubbed Blake’s belly in strong, slow circles, still avoiding his dick that curved up, solid and delicious-looking.
Blake inclined his head and kissed Will’s neck, murmuring between kisses. “Please, Will. Please. Touch me.”
Will slid one hand down over that firm torso and grasped Blake’s cock around its base while he wrapped his arm over Blake’s shoulder to hold him across his chest. “You’re hard, Mr. Davis, and it’s turning me on. Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly right now.”
“Want that,” Blake whispered. “Want your dick in my arse.”
Will began to pull faster on Blake’s shaft. “Look at this beautiful cock.” Blake’s low cries and moans were music to his ears. He pushed Blake roughly until he was up against the mirror, and then Will used his feet to nudge Blake’s legs apart. He got down on his knees, spread that gorgeous arse and pressed his face between the hair-covered cheeks to lick the tight pucker he knew awaited him.
Blake’s reaction was almost instantaneous. He pushed back, tilting his arse, his hands flat to the mirror. “Fuck, yeah. More.”
Will chuckled and set about his task of driving Blake out of his freaking mind.
It didn’t take long. Less than a couple of minutes of tongue-fucking and Blake was begging.
“Please, Will. Now. Please. Please!”
Not that Will had any desire to delay the inevitable. He tugged Blake toward the couch at the foot of their bed and sat down. “Come on. Ride me.” Ordinarily he wanted Blake’s talented mouth on his dick but they were both too close. He ached to shoot his load inside Blake. Will held his cock steady while Blake sought the lube from a nearby drawer, Will vibrating with need.
Blake slicked up Will’s dick and then sat astride him, guiding his shaft into position. He sank down onto the hot, bare cock and both of them groaned. No sooner was Will buried inside that tight channel than Blake began to bounce on his cock, his hands holding onto the back of the couch.
“You are so beautiful,” Will gasped out as Blake rode him hard and fast, impaling himself over and over again. He shoved up into Blake’s heat and fucked him, Blake meeting his thrusts with loud cries and groans as he begged Will to fuck him, to fucking take him.
“That’s it, babe,” Will cried out, thrusting up into him. “Let me hear you.”
Blake moaned and placing his hands on Will’s chest, he bent down to kiss him, their mouths meeting in a heated collision, both of them feeding each other their sighs and groans of pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Blake gasped out.
“Not yet,” Will flung back at him. “I don’t want you coming yet.” He wrapped his arms around Blake and pulled him down into a lingering kiss, Blake rocking slowly on his shaft, feeding him sounds of urgent need. Will cupped Blake’s chin and locked gazes with him. “On your back, babe.”
Blake nodded and eased himself off Will’s shaft. He lay down on the couch and pulled his legs up toward his chest, exposing his glistening hole. Will knelt before him, spread him wide and thrust all the way into him, shoving him back against the seat cushions. He snapped his hips and fucked Blake, his body slamming up against Blake’s arse, his hand wrapped around Blake’s cock, hand and dick keeping pace with each other.
“Oh, yeah, like that,” Blake yelled, clutching his knees, almost bent double as Will’s thrusts increased in speed and force. Their cries grew loud and harsh, and within minutes Blake’s dick erupted over his chest. He shuddered, his body jolted, and the tightening muscles around Will’s cock were enough to have him filling Blake’s arse with his come. Will leaned in and kissed Blake, his breathing ragged, his heartbeat pounding, his dick still wedged inside his husband.
Blake held Will’s face in his hands. “Ten years on, and you still rock my world.”
Will kissed him, unwilling to pull out and break their connection. He chuckled. “Ten years on, and my knees are complaining about carpet burn.”
Blake cackled. “Do I need to order some knee pads?”
Will snorted. “I’m not that old.” Carefully, he pulled his softened cock free of Blake’s body. “And if you get come on this couch, you’ll be the one cleaning it.”
Blake burst into laughter. “Oh, really feeling the love here.”
Will kissed him again, this time slow and sweet. “How fast can you get it up again? Because the night isn’t over yet.”
Blake grinned. “If my incentive is that beautiful arse of yours, then in a lot less time than you might think.”
If the twitch Will’s dick gave at that was anything to go by, it was going to be a long, long night.
He was really going to owe Ed and Colin, big time.
Chapter Two
“Aww, that’s great news! Thanks for letting us know. We would’ve stayed longer at the hospital, but Angelo was expecting a call.” The thought was almost enough to burst Rick’s happy bubble, so he shoved it aside. “But I do have one question however. How come you’re sharing this news and not the proud fathers?”
Ed chuckled. “Let’s just say they might ’ave other, er… things on their minds. We’ve got the Cyclone for the night.” In the background Rick caught Sophie’s giggles.
Now Rick got it. “Say no more. I hope you’ve battened down the hatches.”
Ed snickered. “Right now she’s cuddled up with Colin on the couch an’ they’re watchin’ the Muppet Show.”
“Are they showing that on TV again?”
Ed coughed, and in the background Colin snorted. “Go on, Ed,” he called out. “Tell Rick which of us two owns all the seasons on DVD.”
“An’ you can shut up an’ all,” Ed growled.
Rick bit back his laugh. “The Muppets, eh? Well, I’d never have guessed.”
“If I ’ear that you’ve breathed one word of this in the office,” Ed began, but he was cut off.
“Uncle Ed, hurry, Kermit is on!”
“Yeah, and you know how much you love Kermit,” Colin added loudly.
This time Rick couldn’t hold it in. He gave a loud snort. “Got a thing for frogs, have we?”
“You just wait until Monday, you little shit. Say hi to Angelo for me.” The call disconnected.
Rick wasn’t all that concerned. He knew Ed would be fine come Monday. What was a more pressing problem was the conversation taking place in the kitchen.
Angelo was on the phone to Elena, and these days, that was never a good thing.
Rick poked his head around the kitchen door. Angelo had his back to him, but what view Rick had was enough to confirm his fears. Angelo’s shoulders were hunched over, his voice a monotone. And by the sound of it, his mother was doing all the talking.
No change there, then.
He withdrew as quietly as possible and went into the lounge to retrieve his own phone. Might as well call Mum. It didn’t look like his plan of a cosy night on the couch with a bottle of wine and a DVD was going to pan out at this rate. Even when Elena’s call was finished, Rick would still have to deal with the aftermath.
Mothers-in-law are not conducive to a good sex life.
Except she wasn’t his mother-in-law, not yet, and the possibility that it might get worse once they were married was enough to freeze the marrow in his bones. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for her—he’d grown to love her during the last nine years—but since she’d taken over their wedding plans, she had become a daily fixture in their lives. Will she let up when it’s finally over and we’re married? Will she let go of her baby? Angelo might not be the youngest of her five children—that was his sister, Maria—but he was the youngest son, and it was plain to Rick that she had a special place in her heart for him.
Rick stretched out on the couch, feet resting on the arm, and called his mum.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Rick heard the TV on in the background. “Nice timing.”
He chuckled. “How can it be nice timing if you’re watching TV?”
The background sounds faded and he heard the soft snick of a door closing. “You saved me from this really boring series about the Second World War that your Dad has been raving about for weeks.”
Rick couldn’t resist. “Aw, it’s not much to ask, is it? You sitting with him while he watches, pretending to be interested? Isn’t that what marriage is all about?”
She groaned. “God, I thought I’d passed this when you moved out. I can still remember those nights when that stupid car show you and your dad loved was on TV. You were both glued to the screen and I had to yell at you at least three or four times to come to the dinner table.”
Rick guffawed. “Oh, come on, I was sixteen! What sixteen-year-old boy isn’t interested in cars?”
“Okay, maybe. Thank God your tastes changed.” His mum chuckled. “It was when you started watching that show all about home makeovers that we really knew you were gay.”
“Excuse me? Can we avoid the stereotyping, please?” He laughed.
“So, to what do I owe this honour? It must be all of two weeks since you last called me.”
Rick sighed into the phone. “When you and Dad decided to get married, did Grandma and Granddad stick their oars in? Or did you get to plan your wedding the way you wanted it?”
There was a pause. “Is Elena still interfering?”
Rick stifled a groan. “It’s not really interfering. She wants to help us plan it, that’s all.”
“Rick, you and Angelo were together for six years before he proposed. You were both happy. I say that because I remember, sweetheart. But ever since you announced two years ago that you were going to start planning this wedding, you’ve been miserable. And I’m sorry, but I lay the blame for that squarely on Elena’s doorstep.”
He knew she was right. As soon as Angelo told his parents that they were ready to get married, his mother had taken it upon herself to oversee the entire event. Only thing was, neither he nor Angelo had envisaged the process taking this long.
“She comes up with all these ideas, and the whole thing starts to snowball. But that’s not the worrying part. She’s been in touch with all the family back in Sicily, telling them about the wedding, and she wants to invite them all. Do you have any idea how huge his family is? Not that many will actually come to the wedding. I’ve met a few of them who were very nice, but for the most part, they’re really… traditional.”
“Is that a polite way of saying they might not be all that happy about a gay wedding?”
He snorted. “That’s putting it mildly. We’ve tried to tell her all these plans
will be an expensive waste of time if no one comes, but it’s like she only hears what she wants to hear.”
His mum made a soothing noise. “It’s not like Vittorio is there anymore to put the brakes on.” Angelo’s dad had passed away unexpectedly six months ago from a heart attack.
“And that’s another thing. I think Angelo is afraid of saying anything to upset her because she’s only just lost her husband.”
“But cosseting her is only going to create problems for you.” She sighed down the phone. “This is why we don’t talk about your wedding. This is why I stay out of it, why I don’t offer to help. I figure you two have enough on your plate dealing with Elena.”
The door from the kitchen opened and Angelo walked in, phone in hand. One look at his tired expression was enough to tell Rick his fiancé needed him.
“Look, mum, can I call you back another time?”
“Angelo has come in, hasn’t he?”
No flies on Mum. “Yes, that’s right.” Angelo didn’t need to know Rick had been discussing him behind his back.
“Sure. Call me next week. And give my love to Angelo.”
“Will do.” Rick said goodbye and disconnected. He sat up and gazed at Angelo. “Hey,” he said softly. “Need a hug?”
Angelo flopped down onto the couch beside him with a sigh. “Is it that obvious?”
Rick shifted closer until he was pressed up against Angelo, his arm across Angelo’s waist and Rick’s head on his shoulder. Angelo put his arm around him and pulled him closer still. They sat in silence for a moment, Rick breathing in Angelo’s spicy cologne, the one that always stirred his senses.
“Mum sends her love.”
“That’s nice,” Angelo said absently, his fingers stroking Rick’s hair.
Rick said nothing for a few minutes, preferring instead to rub Angelo’s belly with firm strokes. When it became clear Angelo was not about to share, he tilted his head up and kissed Angelo’s stubbled chin. “You need a shave, mister.”