by J. M. Lamp
“Hi,” I say, taking his chin in my hand. I lean down and take his bottom lip in my mouth.
“I know what we can do until that’s done,” he says, pulling away from me. He makes his way out of the kitchen and down the hallway. I set the timer on the oven and throw the lasagna on the rack and make my way to the bedroom.
The blinds are open just enough to show the bed and Elliot standing to the right of it. He takes off his shirt and moves closer to me. He grabs my hand and sits down on the edge of the bed. I can see the outline of his cock in his shorts - hard and thick.
I take off my shirt and Elliot runs his hand down my stomach. He puts his hands around my waist and unties the loop on my pajama pants. He slides them down and my cock springs up and down into his palms. He scoots closer to me off the bed and takes me in his mouth. The pleasure surges through me and I move one hand to his shoulder and the other into his hair. I let out a moan as he takes me out of his mouth and jerks me back and forth.
He slides off his shorts and scoots me back onto the bed a few inches. I meet his eyes and he shows a hint of a smile. I move myself on top of him and devour his bottom lip again. I make my way from his mouth to his neck and he lets out a soft moan. He slowly edges back to the head of the bed and I follow his every move. I position myself in between his legs and he wraps me tighter into him. I kiss my way from his neck, down to his stomach, and kiss his hips. He moans and grabs the bed sheets on both sides of him.
He flips over and arches his back - his ass at a perfect angle for me to do with as I please. I kiss the small of his back and make my way to his middle. My cock is harder and thicker than I think it has ever been and there is pre-come oozing out of it slowly.
I gently massage his middle with my thumb and move by tongue around in circles. He moans and I strengthen the force of my thumb pushing into him. I grab a cheek in each hand and force my tongue into his middle. I move to my dresser and get the lube out of the top drawer. I squeeze some out into my palm and motion it into his middle and lather some over my cock.
I tease him, dragging my cock along the top and bottom of his ass. He tightens, and I gently shove myself into him, motioning back and forth. He moans and I shove myself deeper until my full length is inside of him.
I lean over his back and suck the bottom of his earlobe while I have my right hand in his hair, arching his neck back. He arches his back and grabs onto the back of my neck as I move in and out of him.
“Jesus,” I say, letting out a hard breath, “it feels so good.”
I pull out of him and he turns around, saddling my lap. He easily takes me again and wraps his hands around my head, his fingers gripping my hair, as he motions up and down on top of me. His fingers move from my head to my back and he digs into my skin. The pleasure mixed with the slight pain is amazing and I feel myself growing closer to coming.
His skin is moist from sweat and the clean scent of him fuels me even more. I lay him back and pull out of him, grabbing his cock and getting level with his stomach. I take him in my mouth and let my tongue wrap around him as I move up and down.
“I’m close,” he says, arching his stomach up and resting on his elbows.
He thrusts his hips up and down, slowly, and leans his head back. He opens his mouth and lets out a soft moan as he comes into my mouth. I don’t let up and his moans get louder as his back lies flat and his hips tighten. I sit up and he grabs hold of my cock. He jerks it back and forth and I let out multiple breaths as I come all over his stomach. I fall on my back beside him and close my eyes - lost in this moment with Elliot and lost in the satisfaction I feel about the fact that I’m falling in love again.
Chapter Eleven
Elliot
“S O DID YOU GUYS DO anything exciting the rest of the day?” Lydia asks. The waitress sets down my plate of French toast and sausage and refills my glass of water.
I cut off a piece of sausage and say, “Lasagna.”
“Well,” Will says, “most of a lasagna. We burnt a lot of it.”
“How?”
“We fell asleep and didn’t set a timer,” I say, thinking about waking up to the smell of smoke and dried semen all over my stomach the night before. Abbey scrapes her plate with her fork and my eyes dart up. She has jelly on the side of her face and her eyes are focused in on the piece of scrambled egg she has in her hand. I smile and look back to my food.
“So, you’re an editor, Elliot?”
I look up to Lydia and nod.
“For a publishing house in the city,” I say.
“I don’t know how you and Will enjoy English so much,” she says. “I hated it all through college. I haven’t picked up a book since elementary school.”
I laugh and say, “It’s not for everyone. I don’t know how you do what you do either. The hospital freaks me out anyway, but having to deal with people all day and patients? No thanks.”
“It’s more of a patience thing if anything. Which I’ve learned very well how to be with this one here.” She picks up a napkin and wipes the jelly from Abbey’s mouth. “I don’t think I could do it fulltime. It gets me out of the house for a few days a week and that’s good enough for me.”
“I don’t know why you work at all,” Will says to my right. “It’s not like Greg doesn’t make enough money.”
“It’s not about the money, William. It’s about having a life outside of being a mom and a housewife.” Lydia gives Will a smile and says, “You’ll understand one day.”
She looks over at me and says, “Do you want any kids, Elliot?”
“Yeah,” I say, “one day. I’d like to get myself together as far as work and all that first. Live out all my kid-less goals first.”
“That’s good,” she says. “I was ready for Abbey. I reached that point and realized I needed something else to have a sense of purpose besides working fulltime. It was the best thing that happened to me.”
“Do you ever think about having another one?” I ask her.
“Well,” she says, putting a hand over her stomach, “actually—“
“What?” Will says, his elbows propped on the table.
“We just found out yesterday. That’s why we came over.”
“That’s awesome!” Will yells.
Lydia looks over at me and laughs and says, “You don’t have to yell, but yes, we’re hoping it’s a boy.”
“And you’re going to name it Will, right?” Will says.
“I doubt it,” she says, eating her food.
Will raises his eyebrows and looks at her.
“Maybe a middle name,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“You should’ve told us yesterday when you stopped by,” he says.
“I didn’t know Elliot was there or I wouldn’t have showed up unannounced anyway, so I didn’t want to take up anymore of your guys’ time.”
“It would’ve been a fun surprise,” I say.
“Next time,” she says, pointing her fork at me and laughing. “Don’t forget about next weekend, Will.”
He looks at her with confusion for a second and then raises his eyebrows.
“You forgot,” she says.
“No,” he says. “I mean, yeah, but it’s still fine.”
“We are going out of town for the weekend and Will is watching Abbey on Friday night.”
“Oh fun,” I say, smiling at Abbey.
“Do you want to help me babysit?” he says.
“Can we get pizza?” I ask him.
“Pizza,” Abbey says across the table, grinning from ear to ear.
***
“I can’t have kids until I figure my life out career-wise, too,” Will says.
After breakfast, we make our way to the bench where we first met. The wind is heavy and the chill of the air sends goose bumps up and down my arms every time it blows towards me.
“Who said you have to have them right now?”
“I’m just sayin’,” he says. “I want kids eventually, but yeah.”
“How
many do you want?”
“Two,” he says. “A boy and a girl.”
“Same,” I say, smiling up at him.
The light reflects off his blue eyes and strengthens the color. His black hair shines as he runs his hands through it and leans his arm on the side of the bench. I realize that the first time I saw him sitting there weeks ago I didn’t get to see the full picture.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” I say, looking over at him.
He laughs and says, “What?”
“Weeks ago when we met here, I thought you were cute, but I didn’t realize how beautiful you were; your eyes and your hair. Little things, even, like the arch in your eyebrows and the way your facial hair perfectly forms on your face.”
“I was really down that night,” he says. “To be honest, I’m surprised I even really stopped and sat down once I saw that you were there. I don’t know why I did.”
“Fate.”
“Maybe so,” he says. I move closer to him on the bench and rest my head on his shoulder and my hand on his thigh.
“Whatever the reason,” he says, “I’m thankful I did.”
“Give it a few months,” I say. “That’s when the real me comes out: huge asshole, drains your bank account, cuts your hair while you are sleeping.”
“How exciting,” he says, bringing his face down and kissing me. “Thanks for coming to breakfast with me.”
“Thanks for wanting me to.”
He locks his fingers with mine and puts his jaw on the top of my head.
“So babysitting, huh?”
“Yeah,” he says. “If you aren’t comfortable doing it—“
“It will be fun,” I say. “Plus, I have to get Abbey pizza now.”
“We can take her to the movies or something. She is surprisingly good in public. Well, she is good in general for me, but a hellion for her mom sometimes. I think she does it on purpose - secretly a genius.”
“It’s exciting that they’re having another one.”
“Yeah,” he says. He doesn’t say anything else and lets out a sigh.
I lean off him and look at him.
“What?” I say.
“Her husband, Greg,” he says. “He works a lot and is barely involved as it is now. Their weekend away is just a work thing that she is going with him to. I mean, he treats them well and is a fine human being and all that, but he could work less. He just chooses not to.”
“How long have they been together?”
“Like ten years,” he says. “Lydia used to be the same way - work was everything. One day she realized there was something else out there to do in life and he never got into the same mindset.”
“I mean, if they’re happy—“
“They are,” he says. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just jealous.”
“Of what,” I say, laughing.
“I don’t know. That he enjoys going to work so much and I don’t. That and he’s just kind of blah; truly a bore at gatherings.”
“Well,” I say, “good thing you have an exciting person to show off to others now.”
“Cute,” he says, smiling. “So, what are we going to do today?”
“Let’s start with going back to your place and taking a nap.”
“Just a nap?”
I get off the bench and walk around to the back. I run my fingers through his hair and look up to the sky.
“Get up and you’ll find out.”
***
I leave work Friday and I’m fuming. Andrew almost sabotaged the deal in London by running his mouth to the main contact that actually lives in London.
I grab my phone out of my coat pocket and call Will.
“Hello,” Will says. The sound of his voice calms me a little and I let out a sigh.
“Hi,” I say.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say. “Just a long fucking day. What time are they dropping Abbey off?”
“Like a half hour.”
“Okay.”
The silence lingers and he says, “Are you sure you’re OK?”
“I’ll tell you once I get there. Give me an hour or so.”
“Okay, see ya in a bit.”
I can’t tell if I’m angrier about the fact that he almost ruined it or the fact that he has the power to ruin it. I make my way back to the apartment and Sam is eating a bowl of cereal on the couch.
“Hey,” I say as I make my way down the hall into my room.
“You don’t look happy,” he says, making his way down the hall too. He leans one shoulder against the doorframe and lifts his bowl to his mouth with the other arm.
“Andrew,” I say, grabbing my weekend bag from my closet. “He almost ruined the London thing and I’m just over it. Seeing his face every goddamn day is getting old and I’m close to being done.”
“Well perk up. You got babysitting duty tonight.”
“I know,” I say. “Sorry, I just hate him.”
“Me too, buddy,” he says. “Me too.
***
The way Will is with Abbey brings a smile to my face. He’s so relaxed and comfortable with her and the patience he has makes me wonder what he would be like as a father.
My mind wanders to the image of us by the beach; building sandcastles with our two kids. The sandcastle is too close to the water and the tide rolls in and destroys it. Our daughter looks at me and throws her head back and sighs. I laugh and tell her it’s OK and we scoot back farther to where the tide won’t get it again. Will helps our son pack the sand into his bucket and he flips it over and draws random things into it with his shovel.
“Elliot?” Will’s voice draws me out of my daze and I raise my eyebrows at him in confusion.
“What?”
“Are you OK?”
“Sorry,” I say, getting off the couch and grabbing my phone off the table, “I was thinking about random stuff.”
I make my way back to the couch and say, “Who’s ready for pizza?”
Abbey immediately turns around and gets on her feet. Her eyes grow big and she laughs. Will laughs and grabs a pamphlet off the fridge with the number of the local pizza place down the street.
I order the food and make my way to the kitchen. I take three plates and three cups out of the cabinet and set them around the table.
“Thank you,” Will says behind me as he grabs some napkins off the top of the refrigerator. He grabs three forks and sets them on the table.
I lock eyes with him as he lays the forks and napkins down and say, “For what?”
“Being here tonight. Being nice to Abbey.” He gives me a kiss and smiles. “Overall, just being alive in general.” He looks over my shoulder to Abbey and then make to me. “Are you sure you’re OK? You seem tense.”
“Just work stuff,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “Specifically, my dickhead of a boss.”
“What happened?”
“He just almost ruined the whole London thing by being himself. He smoothed it over after I guess, but still. I swear he is only working there out of spite against me and the rest of the staff. No one likes him; no one thinks he is qualified for his job; no one wants him there.”
“Have you talked to HR about him?”
“His dad still owns a share of the company.”
“Oh,” he says.
“I don’t know,” I say, “maybe I should go somewhere else. I’m just comfortable there in despite him.”
“Yeah, but you can’t keep going to work and have it ruin your mood.”
“I know,” I say.
I make my way back to the couch and change the channel to a random animated movie. It must be one that Abbey has seen before because her eyes light up and she sits down on the couch and everything around her becomes non-existent besides the TV.
Will sits down on the other side of Abbey and lays his arm against the back of the couch. His fingers meet mine and I look over at him and smile. He grins and Abbey cuddles into his side.
***
“Is it good, Abbs?” Will says, wiping his fingers on his napkin. Abbey grins at Will and takes a drink of her juice.
My phone goes off across the room and I pay no attention to it. It goes off two more times within seconds and Will looks at me. I get off the kitchen chair and make my way over towards the couch where my phone is lit up. I see there are three messages from Andrew and I instantly get pissed.
We need to talk!
As soon as possible.
Tonight.
“I have to call Andrew real quick,” I say, looking back towards Will.
“Okay.”
He tries to manage a smile, but the anger radiating off my body is like steam off a hot spring and he knows this phone call probably won’t end well. I force a smile back and try to reassure myself that Andrew isn’t worth ruining this great night with Will and Abbey.
I make my way outside, onto his small patio, and shut the sliding glass door behind me. Will turns back towards Abbey and wipes her face with a napkin and I turn and look out at the building across the street.
The wind is cold and I squint my eyes as I feel my blood thicken and my heart rate increase. The leaves on the trees across the street are all almost gone and I think back to where I was last year at this time around Thanksgiving. It was my first one since the break up and going home without Drew was depressing. Specifically because it had been in the spring when it happened and I hadn’t really told any member of my family yet.
They were pissed that I went so long without telling them and the whole event was just ruined when I went to my mom’s and my dad’s separately.
The thoughts worsen my mood and I try to shake it off and focus on why I came out here in the first place.
I tap Andrew’s name on my phone and call his number. My mind is racing with thoughts as to what he needs to tell me. At this point, he could tell me he just found out that he is going to die soon and I would still be irate with him.
You can’t be an asshole constantly and expect people to treat you well or accept you in general. Since day one I haven’t liked him and annoyance has turned into hatred.