Almost Easy

by Amelia Oliver

  It doesn’t surprise me when I hear tires screech to a halt out the front of the house, but it sort of does. I for sure thought Rupert would be relieved I’d left, that he could network and schmooze without me being there. The back door flies open and he’s breathing hard, eyes wild as he slams the door behind him.

  “You just fucking leave?” he shouts.

  “Yes, I just fucking leave!” I retort, shouting right back.

  “How dramatic, Nolan,” Rupert says, quieter now, but there’s sarcasm biting into his tone.

  “Oh fuck off, you didn’t want me there, let’s be real.” My words are an accusation, my body tense as if preparing for a fight, and I refuse to back down from what I’ve said.

  “I invited you!” he says, again raising his voice and pointing at his chest.

  I snort, “Yeah, right up to the point where you sent me outside.”

  “I didn’t send you outside,” he yells, “I suggested you go ahead because I wanted to protect you from the shit storm I figured was about to hit!”

  “Oh fuck that! Do I look like I need protecting?” I shout back at him.

  “That’s not the point! Jesus Nolan, I wanted you there, I just…”

  I shake my head. “You wanted me there, until we got there, and you saw how shitty this town can be.”

  He shakes his head but I can see in his eyes that my points hit to the crux of the situation.

  “I know you went away to college and are used to everyone being one love and accepting, but it ain’t like that here. I get that I might lose business over my lifestyle, but fuck ‘em. That’s their problem. That guy isn’t your boss. They can’t fire you because you’re gay, Rupert. But you got scared shitless the moment you told him I was your date, it was written all over your face, and I don’t have time to be with someone who only wants to be with me in the shadows—”

  “Fuck off,” he sneers and I know I’ve got him.

  He can’t defend what I’m saying and part of me feels bad for throwing it in his face this way. But it’s true, I’m not going to hide behind the curtain because it makes everyone else comfortable. I deserve to be happy and in love, and people can look away if they don’t like it.

  We’re both still breathing hard, Rupert’s staring at me, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

  “You can so easily tell me to fuck off, but that guy back there…” I stop and shake my head. “If you want me to be some dirty little secret, you need to say that now, instead of making me think you want something with me. I mean, why did you even invite me to this shit tonight in the first place?”

  “Because I’m in love with you, you asshole!” he yells.

  “Well thank fuck for that, because I’m in love with you too!”

  A rush of adrenaline crashes over me, the words, the realization. Rupert loves me. I let out a small sigh, more like I can’t follow that up with anything more. But I don’t have to, because what I want to do involves our bodies now. I surge toward him, our forms slamming together and I grab his wrists as he reaches up for my face, pinning them behind his back as we kiss. He fights me, but I hold him firmly, letting him try to break away. We grunt and breathe hard, our muscles bulging and dicks lengthening. When I let his hands free, one grabs my jaw, causing my mouth to open wider for his tongue to explore.

  “I want to fuck you,” I growl, and he nods in agreement. “No, Rupert. I want to fuck you, fuck you until I’m part of you. Fuck you until there’s no knowing where I end and you begin.”

  We move into the adjacent room; the dining room, and we begin tearing one another’s clothes off. I don’t give a fuck that I might ruin his tuxedo, I’ll buy him another one.

  “You love me?” he demands between kisses.

  “Of course I fucking do,” I growl.

  We pull away and finish taking our own clothes off, and when we stand, both our cocks are jutted out, while his is pointing at me, mine’s curving up toward my body. We reach out for one another and begin kissing again, a wet, wild lashing of tongues. I walk him back to a waist-high buffet against the wall, opening my eyes to look at us in the mirror hanging just above it, positioned at a perfect level for us to fuck in front of.

  “Suck my cock,” I growl between kisses and he moans against my lips.

  My hands grip his hair and urge him down, looking at our reflections as he scorches my torso with hot kisses and wet lashes of his tongue. My chest’s heaving like I’ve just lifted a thousand pounds for an hour, my abs tightening and flexing as he kisses each one before circling my belly button with the tip of his tongue. Reaching over, I flip the switch to turn on the chandelier above the table and shift my position so I can watch his profile in the mirror, while he’s oblivious to my tactics. Although I don’t know how much I’ll see, since as soon as his hand grips my cock, my eyes flutter. His hands stroke and cup, his lips suck and tongue laps.

  “Your mouth is so fucking good, goddamn,” I encourage, opening my eyes to look down at his brown-haired head bobbing and my cock disappearing into his eager mouth. “Have you ever sucked anyone off this good? You make me want to come as soon as your mouth touches it.”

  Rupert moans and takes me deeper, causing me to curse and thrust my hips toward him. I’m seriously close to coming, so with a tortured growl, I pull back and reach down for him. His lips red and wet as he looks up at me with question.

  “Do you want my mouth on your ass, Rupert? Do you want my tongue licking across your tight as fuck asshole?” I ask him, my eyes focused on his mouth, my thumb rubbing along his bottom lip, puffy from sucking my cock.

  “Mmm,” he moans, but that’s not good enough for me. I want more. I want the fucking words.

  Grabbing the back of his head, I pull our faces close, our breathing heavy, our noses touching, “Say it. Say the words Rupert. Where do you want my tongue?” My words are rough with need, my demand clear, and I watch his pupils blow out further with want.

  “I want you eating my ass. I want your tongue in my asshole.”

  “Yeah you fucking do,” I growl, right before kissing him hard & owning, then turning him to face the mirror.

  His hands brace the wood as I lift one of his knees up onto the surface, kissing his ass cheek and up to his hip, glancing in the mirror and connecting our eyes. Rupert’s head bows as my lips kiss back down and I grip his cheeks, spreading them and revealing his little asshole. Licking my lips, I growl and lap at the puckered flesh.

  “Ohhhh,” Rupert moans, his ass rising and allowing me more access.

  I lick and tease, spitting on the area and rubbing my saliva around before leaning back and slowly sinking my index finger in, my eyes glancing up at the mirror to take in his reaction. His mouth opens, his eyes close as he moans, and I pull my finger out just as slow, before easing back in. I do this over and over, my cock jumping at wanting to get in on the action, but I want us both hotter than fuck when I get inside him.

  “More,” he says in a breathy exhalation that has my balls pulsing.

  Shoving my free hand between us, I firmly grab his sack, rolling and squeezing, before tugging on the sensitive skin to punctuate my words. “You’ll get what I give you.”

  Adding another finger, I spit loudly on him again, watching in awe as his body adjusts and slowly the resistance that was there at first eases and accepts. His muscular cheeks clench and flex along with the movement of my hand, and feeling the strength of his body squeezing my fingers has my dick pulsating.

  “Yeah, feel that, your asshole loves my fingers, but I bet it wants my cock. I’ll feed it my cock, and your perfect ring is going to grip me so tight and good.” I inform him. “You hear me?”

  “Yes,” he rasps, as he looks over his shoulder at me, my eyes locking on his before I lean in and sink my teeth into one of his firm ass cheeks.

  “Nolan,” he says urgently.

  “Hmmm?”

  “Please,” he breathes out. “I need it, need your cock in me, please, I’m about to explode,” he pant
s.

  I pretend to leisurely reach over for my tie buried beneath my pile of clothes, like I’m not about to also explode. With his knee still up on the top of the buffet, I stand and grip his wrists, pulling them back and causing him to stand straight as I bind his hands behind his back. In the mirror he’s looking at me with a need in his eyes, a hunger, a demand and I kiss his shoulder before sliding my hand up to grip the very same shoulder, my other hand gripping the under thigh of the raised leg. Arching my hips, I rub my erection between his cheeks; over his hole and groan at the torture I’m causing myself in the process.

  Not being able to take it anymore, I place my swollen head against his asshole, looking at his eyes reflected in front of me. “Are you gay?” I ask.

  “Wha..?” his reply broken off as I push harder against him.

  “Simple question Rupert. Are you gay?”

  He nods.

  “Tell me, yes.”

  “Yes,” he rushes out.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now watch us and think about this being more important than some fat fuck that you work with not liking you.”

  With that, I push past his barrier and encase myself with him. Pausing as he adjusts and I need to gain control to not come. His muscles tighten and squeeze, my hands gripping him tighter in reflex. After not moving and attempting to regulate my breathing, Rupert begins to move on me, grinding up and down my cock.

  “Fuck, no, I’m gonna come,” I bite out, my hands pushing his hips down.

  “Come,” he tells me.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I reply, opening my eyes and pushing closer, putting my leg up on the buffet behind his, wrapping my arm around his chest as my other moves down to grip his cock and jerk him off, fast and hard as I fuck him deep.

  “Look at us,” I grunt into his ear, and watch his eyes looking down at our bodies moving, my hand coaxing him to climax. “Look at us fucking.”

  He swallows as his lips part, his head falling back to my shoulder momentarily before he tries to regain control.

  “Oh God, Jesus, Nolan, your cock’s so… so, fucking deep,” he moans.

  “Yeah? Feel how hard I am? How bad I want you? You’re so fucking hot I can’t even think about you and not want this.”

  His body jerks and semen begins to splash up onto the mirror, Rupert groans as I encourage and squeeze the head as my hand slows. His body orgasming tightens his asshole around me and I feel my orgasm tingling in my back as my balls shrink up and I begin coming.

  “Fuck, come inside me, fill me with it,” Rupert pants.

  My body thrusts as a loud growl erupts from my lungs and I pull out, my hand instantly stroking myself as I finish. Rupert’s hips move and I grip one of his cheeks, watching as my semen begins to emerge from his asshole, a thick white stream that slowly leaks out, before dripping down to the floor.

  I untie his hands and turn him to kiss his lips, “I love you,” I pant against his mouth; the feeling of saying those words has me on a high I’ve never known.

  “I love you too… now give me the tie, it’s my turn.”

  ***

  We spend the weekend in bed. Not having sex the entire time, but a lot… a whole fucking lot. We stopped to eat, sleep, and shower, but mainly we fucked. Saying I love you only opened us up even more. Regardless, we didn’t talk again about what happened at the gala. He knew how I felt and I understood how he felt. There was nothing more to say other than we both knew where we stood on the matter. I wasn’t quite convinced that Rupert felt completely comfortable with the world, his work included, knowing about us; but I figured he was making progress, baby steps and all that. I decided to give him a little faith and some time, knowing he’d eventually come to terms with where he was now and that Plantain wasn’t always the most loving of places for people like us. But I hoped, that with my love and support, that he would eventually find his footing. We missed Sunday dinner at my parents, but I was hoping to take him next weekend, if he was up for it.

  Monday morning comes too soon, and before I know it the alarms on both our phones are going off. Snuggling up behind Rupert in my bed, still does shit to me. I press my erection against his ass cheek as I pepper the skin along his neck and shoulder with small kisses. He moans and pushes back into me, his hand curling around mine as I slide it around his torso.

  “I need you,” he whispers sleepily.

  My leg slides under his and pushes his thigh up toward his body, rubbing my cock along the seam of his ass. Licking my fingers, I make sure he’s wet before slowly sinking inside him and claim my man for the day. I fall back to sleep, only to wake from kisses on my temple and the corner of my eye, before rough fingers run along my hairline.

  “I’m leaving for work, you should get up,” Rupert says, and I moan with my eyes still closed.

  “Quit your job, stay in bed,” I mumble.

  “Wouldn’t that be something, I think we’d both die from over-fucking,” he tells me and I let out a bark of a laugh.

  My eyes crack open and I inhale deeply, his fresh showered scent and that musky cologne he wears, has my dick tingling. I take in his appearance, tight suit pants, dress shirt that looks like it was molded to his perfect torso, and… my tie from the gala.

  “Nice tie,” I smile, running my fingers along the fabric.

  He leans in to kiss me, and I arch my neck to get more of his mouth, my hands reaching to pull him down with me and back into bed.

  “It still smells like your cock, I’m going to be hard all day,” he mumbles into my mouth, reminding me at one point he’d knotted it around my junk then ridden me like his life depended on it. “Now, get up for work,” he orders, before pulling away, and I stare at him with a shocked expression.

  “You fuckin’ cock tease.”

  He gives me the bird with a smile before turning and approaching the bedroom door. “But you love me,” he shouts as he enters the hallway.

  “That I do,” I sigh, falling back into the bed.

  Ch 14

  RUPERT

  I knew Nolan was messing around, but I could’ve so easily stayed in bed with him this morning, and just let the world go fuck itself. When I came in from getting dressed, my breath caught at seeing him laid out on his bed, in soft crumpled sheets that I knew smelled like fucking and us. In the end, the same sight that made me want to stay, also gave me the reason I needed to leave.

  Nolan was both right and wrong during our argument after the gala.

  I didn’t ask him to go ahead without me because I wanted to keep him in the shadows, it was more that I wanted to protect him from having to hear a colleague of mine speak the way he did. I should have known, Nolan didn’t need my protection, and I’d actually robbed myself of having his strength at my side when William let loose.

  Instead, like Batman’s utility belt or some shit, Nolan’s junk-scented tie around my neck gives me all the strength I need as I make my way towards William’s office. That mouth breathing, throat clearing, homophobic lump of shit is about to get a piece of my mind.

  Striding in without knocking, I know I’ve caught him by surprise when his eyes nearly bug out of his head at my sudden appearance. His mouth opens to speak, but I cut him off, “No Bill. You had your say at the gala, it’s my turn now.”

  Calm and controlled, I’m the image of professionalism; anyone walking by would assume we were having a friendly Monday morning chat.

  “If you ever, and I mean ever, speak to me or about me and the man I love that way again, I’ll go straight to the Mayor’s office. I’ll file a bullying & harassment suit so fast, it’ll make your head spin. You want to talk about causing the City embarrassment and bringing shame to fellow council members? Let’s see what a full-blown news media assault looks like when they get of wind of what you said. You’ll be hung out to dry, Bill, and I’ll be the one whipping up the wind. Pull your head out of your ass and look around you, Mr. Patrick. Plantain might not be totally out of
the dark ages yet, but you sure as fuck can see the light, and it’s headed straight for the cave you’re living in!”

  Other than his eyes narrowing with something close to hatred, his face is impassive. I can see his chest move deeply; taking a breath to respond I’m sure, but this conversation is over.

  “Good talk Bill,” my dismissal of his bullshit is clear in my voice. Slowly smoothing my hand down the front of Nolan’s tie, I watch as his eyes widen with the recognition of knowing who’s it is, then add, “We’re done here.”

  With that I stride to his open office door, reaching over to pull it shut behind me. As it latches, I hear him mutter something under his breath, but honestly, I don’t give a fuck.

  Whistling, I continue to walk back down the corridor to my office. I hope Beth is here soon; I need coffee and a bagel, all that fucking over the weekend has left me ravenous.

  ***

  It’s Friday morning and I’m rushing out of a boring as fuck statistics seminar. I look at my watch and know I’m cutting it close to making it to the budget meeting in the conference room downstairs before it starts. Nolan has been blowing up my phone with calls, but I’ve not been able to listen to his messages, or call him back. His last message was a text that simply read:

  NF: CALL ME THE FUCK BACK!

  So jammed up with all the directions I’m being pulled in today, I don’t consider that he’s calling me for any reason other than personal. He’s headed to Beaver Falls late next week to put in a proposal for another PC job, and suggested if I took a day off, we could then go on to Vegas for the weekend. I’m keen to go, but I haven’t asked for the time off yet. Nolan needs an answer as he’s hoping to get tickets to a band he likes that are playing locally. I’ll need to make a few minutes after this meeting to call him back.

  Reaching the ground floor, I see Beth is at the reception desk, and I veer a little from my path to swing past her. Catching her eye, I give her a chin lift, and whisper-shout, “Heads Up!” before tossing her my phone. Without stopping, I add over my shoulder, “Could you please call Nolan and let him know I’m in back-to-back meetings, but he’s my next call and I’ll have an answer for him? Thanks Beth!”