by Carol Lynne
Mario glanced up as if he could see into the apartment overhead. “Sucks for the guy that he moved to town just before the collapse.”
Kyle set the box on the counter. “Why do you say that?”
Mario shrugged. “He didn’t get a chance to experience the real Cattle Valley before everything happened.”
“Maybe not, but I think he saw the best part of the people living here.”
Mario thought of the way residents had stepped up to help their neighbours since the tragedy. “Yeah. You’re right.”
“Speaking of…how’s Asa?”
“Healing. He was lucky. The doctors think he’ll come out with only a slight limp, but I’m gonna try everything I can to eliminate even that.”
Kyle rang up the doughnuts and took the money Mario held out. “Just be patient with him. It’s a tough row to hoe when you haven’t used your leg muscles in a while. You’ll have to remember to give him plenty of rubdowns.”
“I can do that.”
Kyle grinned. “It’s nice the two of you have made up.”
Surprised at the statement, Mario’s eyes rounded. “Have my feelings been that transparent?”
“Only to people who know you. Since the collapse, you’ve been about as low as a man can get. I figured it had something to do with Asa. I even asked Nate about it.”
Mario rolled his eyes. Nate was known for spilling the goods when asked. “I still don’t know why Asa refused to see me when he was in the hospital, but I’m trying to put that behind me.” Mario shrugged. “We’re working on it at least.”
“Good. And I happen to know Asa loves my cinnamon rolls.”
Mario chuckled. “Who doesn’t. But it’s a thought. I may be back sometime this weekend to pick up a batch.”
Kyle glanced out the front wall of windows. “Possible storm coming in the next day or so. Maybe a big batch of your chilli’s in order.”
Mario grinned at the thought of spending the weekend with Asa. October was a little early in the year for a big snow, but stranger things had happened. If he was stuck indoors, being with Asa suited him just fine.
“Good idea. Can you make me up a batch of rolls for Friday afternoon?” The last thing he’d want was to get out of Asa’s bed on Saturday morning to drive into town.
“Sure.” Kyle wrote a note to himself. “Anything else?”
Mario thought about how much weight Asa had lost. “Too early in the season for pecan pie?”
“Nope. I started making them about three weeks ago. You just haven’t been around enough.”
Mario winked. “I haven’t been in the mood for company, but hopefully that’s about to change.”
Before Mario could make it out the door, Nate walked in.
“Hey,” Nate greeted. “Heard you’re helping Asa.”
Mario nodded. “Just started.” He glanced at the clock over the counter. “If I don’t get going with these doughnuts, I’m gonna be in the dog house with Rio.”
Nate’s eyebrows lifted as he peered into the box. He wrinkled his nose and refastened the box without reaching inside. “Not what I’m in the mood for.”
“Gee, sorry to disappoint.”
“I heard from Carol. She said they should be back in town by Thanksgiving.”
“That’s good.”
“And George wanted me to check with you to make sure Leo was settling into his house okay.”
Mario shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t see much of him. We had a couple beers together on the porch, but not since the weather turned cold.”
Nate nodded.
Mario grinned and shook his head. “You’re not getting gossip from me, Nate, so give it up.”
With a resigned sigh, Nate chuckled. “Old habits and all that.”
Balancing the box in one hand, Mario opened the door. “Catch up with you later.”
“Sure.” Nate waved and strode towards the counter.
Despite what they’d both implied, Mario knew Nate had changed since the tragedy. He laughed to himself as he neared The Gym. It was like watching a boy become a man right before your eyes. He knew Nate wouldn’t appreciate that analogy, but Mario knew his friend had grown as a person since Cattle Valley Days.
He parked in his usual spot and slung his gym bag over his shoulder before lifting the box of goodies from the seat. Stepping into work, he glanced around for Rio. The coast clear, he set the doughnuts under the counter and scurried off towards the locker room to change.
“Stop right there.”
Squaring his shoulders, Mario turned around to face his boss. “I brought doughnuts.”
Rio crossed his arms. “The only excuse I’ll accept is that you finally worked things out with Asa.”
Mario grinned. “Why else would I be late?”
Laughing, Rio picked Mario off the ground and swung him back and forth.
“Gee, Boss, if I’d known you’d get this excited about it, I wouldn’t have bothered stopping at the bakery.”
Rio released Mario and turned towards the juice counter. “What kind?”
“Filled long johns.” Mario chuckled as Rio raced for the box of sweets.
“You’re forgiven,” Rio said around a bite of doughnut.
“Yeah. I know how easy you are.” Mario selected one of the long johns and poured himself a glass of orange juice.
“Shhh, don’t let that get around. I have the reputation of being a bad boy.”
Mario shook his head. The only people in town who thought Rio was a bad boy were the ones who hadn’t met him yet.
* * * *
By the time Friday night rolled around, the first snow of the season was falling. Mario picked up two things before heading out to Asa’s. He glanced at the box of cinnamon rolls sitting beside him on the seat.
Although he couldn’t wait to dig into them, it was the sheet of paper in his pocket that had him truly excited. Mario’s dick perked up just thinking about the weekend ahead. He couldn’t wait to feel Asa’s lips wrapped around his cock.
As he drove, the roads outside of town started to drift. He was glad he’d brought clothes for the entire weekend. Once safely inside Asa’s house, he didn’t need to stick his head out the door until Monday morning. An entire weekend of loving and getting to know the man better was the perfect way to spend his time.
He pulled his old truck under the portico and slung his bag over his shoulder before reaching back in for the cinnamon rolls and groceries.
Letting himself into the house, Mario disengaged and then reset the alarm before heading towards the kitchen. “Honey, I’m home.”
Mario heard Asa’s chuckle. The sound was sweet music to his ears. From the sound of it, he doubted his lover had done much laughing over the previous years.
After setting the box of rolls on the counter, he went in search of Asa. He found him, as usual, in the sunroom. Earlier in the week, Asa had asked Mario to help him set up an office in the three-sided glass room. Since then, Asa had started working again, which had helped the man’s overall mood even more.
Mario had quickly discovered Asa thrived on challenges. Not only in regards to his company, but with his therapy as well. Although a full recovery was still months away, he was regaining more strength daily.
“How was your day?” Asa stopped tapping on the keyboard and held his hand out to Mario.
“Okay. Long. As soon as the snow started, all I wanted was to be out here with you.” Mario bent and gave Asa a deep kiss. His cock hardened when Asa’s hand worked its way down Mario’s spine to land on his ass.
Mario broke the kiss and stood, but noticed Asa’s hand still remained on his butt. “Feeling frisky are we?”
Asa grinned. “Always am when you’re around, and sometimes when you’re not.”
“Yeah? And what do you do with yourself when I’m not around?” Mario repositioned himself to sit on the edge of Asa’s desk.
“I sit here in this chair, look out that window and imagine you under the desk sucking me off.” As he spoke, Asa�
�s hands rubbed up and down Mario’s legs, from knee to groin.
“And what do you do while you’re imagining this little scenario?”
“I push down my sweats, take my cock in hand and pretend it’s your mouth.”
Mario knew he’d have to make a point of fulfilling Asa’s fantasy sometime during their weekend. “Has Ms. Guttenberg ever caught you while you’re in here beating yourself off?”
“No. Thank God. I don’t know that I’d be able to look her in the face if she did. Although I have to admit, part of the thrill is the potential of getting caught.” Asa’s hands began kneading the erection trapped behind Mario’s leather pants. “Damn. Do you have any idea how sexy you are in these?”
“I know you think they’re sexy which is why I specifically went home after work and changed into them. I brought a few other outfits I thought you might enjoy as well.”
Asa licked his lips. “Sexier than these?”
Mario shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ll have to be the judge of that.”
Asa’s attention appeared to be squarely focused on the ridge behind Mario’s fly. Mario reached into his pocket and withdrew the paper he’d been dying to show his lover. “Picked this up before coming over.”
Asa glanced up at Mario. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Something that says you can eat more than chilli and cinnamon rolls this weekend.”
Asa’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? How’d you get the results so fast?”
Mario watched as Asa popped the snap on his leather pants. “I think the good doctors at the clinic know the importance of speedy lab results.”
Asa seemed mesmerised as he slide Mario’s zipper down. “Holy fuck.”
Mario grinned. “Another little present for you.”
Asa rubbed his hand over the leather thong Mario had worn just for him. “There’s nothing little about it.”
The compliment caused Mario’s cock to jump, spilling a good amount of pre-cum into the soft black leather pouch. Asa groaned and bent to rub his mouth and cheeks over the hard ridge.
With his legs sticking straight out, Mario knew his lover couldn’t be comfortable in his current position. “Why don’t we move to the couch?”
Asa glanced up and grinned. “Because I’m afraid if I move, you’ll cover yourself back up.”
Mario shed his jacket and T-shirt in no time. “Would you like me to continue?”
Asa sat back in his chair and crossed his hands over his chest. “Please do.”
Mario lifted his foot to rest on the chair between Asa’s legs. “Help me?”
Asa’s shaking but nimble fingers, untied the laces of Mario’s black boot before pulling it off. Mario switched feet and his lover did the same to the other boot. Standing, Mario turned around and slowly lowered his leather pants, giving Asa a prime view of his naked ass.
He stood and turned slowly, giving Asa a wicked smile. “Follow me.”
“Anywhere.” Although Asa said it under his breath, Mario heard it loud and clear.
Mario set Asa’s walker in front of him and helped his lover to his feet. Once Asa was ready, Mario slowly moved to the deep chenille sofa in the room. The setup was absolutely perfect.
While Asa stretched out on the couch, Mario walked over to the large stone fireplace and tossed in a few more logs. The room was a marvel in construction. For such a large space filled with windows, the room was surprisingly warm. He decided that was a good thing as he slowly began to undress his lover.
“Maybe we should just stay naked all weekend,” he commented as he removed Asa’s underwear. When Asa’s cock sprang free, Mario couldn’t help but lean in and capture the glistening head with his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” Asa moaned, digging his fingers into Mario’s hair.
Mario grinned around the fat cock in his mouth. Yep, it was going to be a fun filled weekend.
* * * *
The alarm on Mario’s watch woke him Monday morning. He groaned and rolled back over to snuggle against Asa’s warmth.
“Is it Monday already?” Asa mumbled, still half-asleep.
Mario answered with a grunt, burying his face against his lover’s neck. Although he knew Asa’s driveway had been ploughed, there was no telling what shape the rest of the roads into town would be.
Although he’d come more that weekend than he ever had, Mario’s cock began to fill as he inhaled the scent of sweet cum on Asa’s skin. He wondered what their weekends would be like once Asa was healed enough to fuck. Between rubbing and sucking each other off, they’d somehow managed to find time to get to know each other a little more.
He still couldn’t believe he’d told Asa about his mother and her drinking problem. Leave it to Asa to take the news in stride, offering support without condemning. The more he got to know the real Asa, the more he fell in love with him.
“Can’t you call in?” Asa tilted his head to the side to give Mario enough room to latch on to the soft skin of his neck.
Mario was too busy sucking up a mark on his lover’s neck to answer. It didn’t matter that he was the only one who’d see the numerous love bites covering Asa’s body, Mario knew they were there. Besides, they both knew Mario had to go to work.
Giving the tortured skin a soft kiss to soothe it, Mario scooted down to Asa’s chest. He grinned and shook his head at the numerous dark bruises visible through the black and silver hair. “Make sure you don’t walk around the house without a shirt on.”
Asa chuckled. “I’d give Ms. Guttenberg a heart attack.” Asa threaded his fingers through Mario’s hair. “I’ve never been as fulfilled as I am right now.”
Mario glanced up and stared into Asa’s eyes. He felt the same way, but it was too early in their relationship for him to fully admit his feelings. Instead, he played it off. “Just wait until you’re well enough to wrap those legs around my neck.”
Like he usually did when Mario spoke so directly, Asa blushed. “Why do you think I’ve been training so hard?”
Mario spit in his hand and reached between Asa’s legs to the neglected pucker of his lover’s ass. “You have any toys?”
Asa stilled. “Why?”
Was Asa embarrassed? “You may not be able to bear weight or lift your legs, but I think I’ve got plenty of room to fuck you with a plug or a dildo.”
“You would do that?”
“Hell, yes. How long’s it been since this pretty hole was filled?” Mario pushed his index finger in to the first knuckle.
“Too long. Nothing breathing for about eight months, nothing at all since the accident,” Asa admitted, hissing as Mario pushed further inside.
Keeping his finger where it was, Mario sat up. “So where’s the non-breathing cock?”
Asa nodded towards the bedside table. “Bottom, in the back. Lube’s in the top drawer.”
Mario removed his hand from between Asa’s legs and crawled to the other side of the bed. He pulled open the bottom drawer first, finding a nice-sized light brown dildo. The heavy veins moulded into the silicon reminded Mario of his own cock. Hell, come to think of it… “This damn near matches my cock, same colour and everything.”
He glanced at Asa, surprised to see the man’s face had turned bright red. Is that the reason Asa had bought it? Mario knew it was too much to hope for and instead of setting himself up to be hurt, he let it drop.
Holding the dildo in one hand, he quickly located the lube and returned to his position beside Asa’s hip. He set the dildo aside, and slicked his finger. The first one slid in easily, but the second finger took a little more time.
With his free hand, Mario rubbed the hair on Asa’s chest, stopping to pinch at the bruises surrounding his nipples. Asa moaned, as Mario began to saw his fingers in and out of Asa’s hole.
“Feels so good.”
Once Mario felt Asa was sufficiently stretched, he picked up the dildo and applied a good amount of lube to the tip and shaft, leaving enough room for him to hold onto the base. Mario positioned the mus
hroom-shaped head at Asa’s entrance and slowly pushed inside.
“Fuck!” Asa yelled.
“Want me to slow down?”
Asa shook his head. “Hell, no.”
With a little work, Mario managed to fully seat the dildo, leaving only enough room for him to grip the end. He moved the artificial cock out slowly before surging back inside.
Asa’s shoulder lurched off the bed in pleasure. “Faster,” he begged.
Mario did as asked, setting a steady rhythm in and out of Asa’s ass. He used his free hand to wrap around his own cock as he watched Asa jack himself to the pace Mario had set with the dildo.
He could feel the sweat begin to drip from his forehead as he moved both hands as fast as he could. “I’m gonna come,” he warned.
Asa nodded and howled, his cock erupting in thick ropes of seed. Knowing he’d get to lap the thick cum from Asa’s body, Mario tugged on his cock twice more before he shot.
Mario reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the towel they’d used only hours before. He turned back to Asa and paused. “What’s wrong?”
With his arm slung over his face, Asa shook his head. “I can’t believe I let you do that. What’s even more embarrassing is how much I enjoyed you doing it.”
Mario stretched out beside Asa and rested his head on his lover’s chest, drawing his fingers through the pools of slowly drying cum. “Never be embarrassed to do what feels good. As long as you trust the partner you’re with, and are agreeable, there is nothing off limits.”
Asa uncovered his face and stared into Mario’s eyes. “You have no idea how many years I’ve hidden that side of myself.”
“What do you mean? Do you think there’s something wrong with pleasuring yourself?” He couldn’t imagine a man who was so confident in the boardroom, being so insecure in the bedroom. Their weekend together had been fantastic. He hadn’t seen this side of Asa that he was displaying after their wonderful session with the dildo.
Asa groaned and turned his head away. “Dildos are for geeks like me who can’t get laid on a regular basis.”
“Bullshit. Dildos are for pleasure, whether you’re alone or with a partner.” Mario rested his head on Asa’s shoulder. “Making love to you, in any form, is beautiful.”