Second Wind

by Walker, Aimee Nicole

  I thought of all the acquaintances that Phee and I made over the years. They were never my friends because I made no attempt to let them know the real me. There wasn’t a single out and proud gay man or woman in our inner circle. I had Phee in my corner, but it would be nice to have a confidant who understood the struggles I faced.

  My eyes roamed over Rush’s profile. I didn’t realize how much I truly missed our connection until the moment I held him in my arms again. It was so much more than the desire that raged through my body too. I felt whole again. “I don’t need easy, Rush; I need real. My entire life feels like a fraud.”

  “You haven’t been living a lie and you’re not a fraud, but only time will prove that to you.” His grip tightened on my leg once more then he pulled it back to parallel park in front of a stately-looking brownstone. “This is home sweet home for me,” he said when he put the car in park.

  “It’s truly lovely.” The realtor in me couldn’t help but admire the architectural beauty of the ornate home. Phee specialized in modern homes, while I passionately loved older ones. Of course, Chicago was known for its brownstones and deep-dish pizza. I was a huge fan of both. “Damn, those corbels are stunning.”

  “What’s a corbel?” Rush asked.

  “Those beautiful stone structures supporting the porch over the front door,” I said in awe. “I don’t see them like that in California.”

  “Is that where you live?”

  I nodded and said, “San Diego.” Then we exchanged grins. “We have a lot to learn about each other, don’t we?”

  “I plan to enjoy every second of it,” Rush said breathlessly. “I had planned to do this once we were inside, but I can’t wait any longer.” I recognized that look; he was going to kiss me. We released our seatbelts and met each other halfway. Instead of kissing me, Rush traced my lips with his index finger. “Regardless of what happens tonight, I definitely want you to stay in town a little longer. You might find that we don’t connect the way—”

  His words died in his throat when I nipped his finger, but he gasped in delight when I sucked the digit into my mouth to soothe it. “Our chemistry is off the charts, and you know it. Hell, everyone on the pier could see and feel it too.”

  “That didn’t bother you?” Rush asked softly.

  “You know, I never thought about it. I just acted on instinct.” I cupped his jaw with my hand. “I saw you, and it was like these past twenty-six years without you didn’t exist. There was just you and me like it used to be. Never in my life have I met anyone who makes me feel the way you did, and still do, Rush.”

  “Linc, we need to get inside my house now before we’re arrested for public indecency or some shit.”

  “Okay,” I said, unable to look away from his mouth.

  Rush wrapped his hand around my wrist then turned his face and kissed my palm before he pulled free. I felt that brief touch in every part of my body. His green eyes darkened with heat and promise. “Come inside with me, Linc.” Rush got out of his SUV without another word because he saw the answer in my eyes. If that wasn’t enough, I eagerly met him on the sidewalk in front of his brownstone. Somehow, I remembered to grab our carryout bags from the floorboard.

  I admired Rush’s taut ass as I followed him up the steps, imagining all the things I wanted to do to it. Squeeze it, bite it, and bury my dick inside it were the top three contenders, and I even imagined them in the proper order. My mouth was salivating by the time Rush unlocked his front door, but that cooled a bit when I heard the ferocious barking coming from inside the house. I gulped as the sound of clicking toenails on the hardwood floors got louder as the beast that shared a home with Rush got closer.

  “Where’s my boy?” Rush called out.

  Right here. Right here.

  The dark-gray pit bull rounded the corner at the end of the hallway and ran full throttle to his master. Rush dropped to his knees to hug his dog, and I tried my best not to get jealous. “I missed you too, Brutus. Have you been a good boy for Gretchen today?”

  Brutus focused solely on his master, other than a brief look in my direction. He responded to Rush’s question with a short bark.

  “I knew it,” he said to his dog. “You’re the best boy in the world.” Brutus finally looked away from his master’s adoration to give me his best doggie smile.

  “Hey there, big guy.” I’d always wanted a dog, but my dad was highly allergic and Phee always felt we weren’t home enough to own one, which limited my pets as a child and an adult. I extended my hand and approached slowly. “You sure are a handsome boy.”

  “Thank you,” Rush said jokingly as he rose to his feet. “This is my best boy, Brutus. He was a gift to myself after a bad breakup.”

  “That guy was a fool.”

  Rush grinned up at me. “You don’t even know the circumstances. How do you know I wasn’t the asshole that caused the misery?”

  “I know you,” I said, cupping his face once more while Brutus sniffed the plastic bag of goodies I held in my hand. “It doesn’t matter how much time has passed, I know one thing that has remained constant: you are all that is right and good in the world.” Rush blushed prettily, and I longed to see him flushed everywhere. “I haven’t forgotten about the way your body blushes either.”

  “Food,” Rush said abruptly, “then I need to shower.” He narrowed his eyes at me when my grin stretched across my face. “Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you.”

  I glanced down to where his dick pressed against his jeans and grinned broadly. “I’ve been just as hard since we climbed into the car.” Hell, I’d even rubbed one out in the shower at my hotel to take the edge off so I didn’t embarrass myself if I was given the opportunity to get naked with him again. I was pretty sure that Rush would expect me to have better staying power than I did when I was a randy kid loving him for the first time.

  I dropped the bag on the hardwood floor and pushed Rush against a set of ornate doors that most likely led to a study or living room. I no longer cared about putting anything in my mouth except his cock and balls.

  “Linc,” Rush practically purred, rubbing himself against me and sending flames of lust down my spine to zap my balls. “Is this fucking real?”

  I nipped his bottom lip hard enough to make him gasp. “Fuck yes, it’s real. I’m not going to second guess my good fortune or overthink the situation. I’m going to react.” If I wasn’t careful, I’d react too fucking soon.

  Rush groaned as I continued to rub our erections together through our clothes. “Upstairs. Now.”

  He slid out from under me and raced up the steps two at a time. Running fast had been his specialty, but he was better at long distances. I was the one with explosive starting speed. I caught him before he reached the top of the stairs, but I didn’t tackle him to the ground. I wrapped both my arms around him and lowered one hand to cup his bulge while I pressed my dick against his ass.

  “I want to feel this inside me, Rush,” I growled in his ear as I stroked his cock. Shouldn’t there have been some kind of hesitation on my part? I hadn’t been with another guy since him, but all I felt was a need strong enough to drive me to my knees to beg.

  Rush pushed his ass against my hard-on, and I thought I was going to blow. Perhaps waiting for him to take a shower was a good idea so I could get myself under control. “I want to feel you too.” We’d always taken turns topping, so it didn’t surprise me that he was just as eager to have my dick stretch and fill him.

  Rush pulled from my embrace and led me down the hallway to a set of elegant double doors made from a luxurious, dark wood. I wanted to explore his gorgeous home after I could think about something other than getting him naked. Once inside his room, I couldn’t help but stop and stare at the setup. Rush’s bed was a glorious four-poster bed that took up a significant portion of the room, but it wasn’t the bed itself that took my breath away. It was the view I’d have if he left the double doors to the bathroom open while he prepared his body for mine.

  �
�Oh fuck,” I uttered in a stunned voice. “That’s a large, glass shower.”

  “I spent a lot of money modernizing this house,” he said proudly. “I tried to stay within the traditional architecture and design, but I got carried away with the bathroom.” Rush turned to me and tugged the hem of my polo shirt loose from the waistband of my shorts. “I want you naked and on the center of my bed where I can see you.”

  A shiver worked its way down my spine at hearing the raspy desire in his voice. “Afraid I’ll run off?”

  “Something like that,” he said, as he slid his hands beneath my shirt to touch my bare skin. Rush had tried to keep his tone light, but I heard the hint of doubt that nagged him. “Jesus, your body is a work of art.”

  I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, baring my chest to his lustful gaze. As I told him before, I spent a lot of time in the gym working through stress and frustration and it showed. I wasn’t one to preen about, but Rush’s delight in what he saw made me want to strut my shit. If Rush wanted to look out the glass shower walls and see me naked and waiting for him, then that’s what I’d give him.

  Rush ran his hands all over my muscular chest while I undid my belt and shorts. The breath left his lungs in a whoosh when I shoved my shorts and briefs to my ankles. I toed out of my shoes and stood completely naked in front of him.

  “Fuck me,” Rush said hoarsely, as he looked at my body. “There’s so much of you to touch and taste.”

  My dick twitched with anticipation. “Get in that fucking shower right now.”

  It took every ounce of control that I possessed to turn from him and walk to the bed. He was still standing in the exact same spot, his eyes fixed on my ass then my dick when I turned to face him again. God, his desire made me feel bolder than I ever had in my life. I stroked my cock a few times, but turned loose before I jizzed all over his fancy fucking floor rug. I situated myself in the middle of the bed and tucked my hands behind my head on the pillow to keep from jacking off while he put on a show in the shower.

  Rush stared at me while he undressed, adding his discarded clothes to the same pile as mine. It was my turn to stare at his bubble butt while he padded to the shower. He looked over his shoulder a few times while waiting for the water to warm up, as if to reassure himself that I was still there. I smiled and winked at Rush each time to let him know I wasn’t going anywhere. Watching Rush wash his hair and body was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. My dick was the hardest it had ever been, and a trail of pre-cum dripped to my stomach. I fisted my hands in my hair to keep them still, because one pump and I’d blow. The smirk on Rush’s face told me he knew how badly I wanted him. It was my turn to grin when I noticed he didn’t linger on his cock and balls any longer than it took to clean them. I suspected he was just as turned on as me.

  All the saliva dried in my mouth when he stood on the rug outside the shower and towel-dried his blond hair because it made his erection bounce like it was greeting me. I planned to reintroduce him to my ass at the earliest convenience. I loved the ripple of muscle beneath Rush’s tanned skin as he dried his body. I felt his eyes on my body as surely as he felt mine on his. God, the only thing as beautiful as grown Rush was the younger version that I had loved with all my youthful heart. I couldn’t stop the flood of memories when he dropped the towel and approached the bed with a wicked gleam in his eye.

  Rush stood beside the bed as if he still couldn’t believe that I was truly there. I reached for his hand and brought it to my leaking cock.

  “I’m real, baby.”

  Rush purred low in his throat as he stroked me up and down. “So fucking hard for me.” If he kept that up, I wouldn’t be hard for long.

  “Always for you.” I wasn’t sure if, or when, I should tell him that he was the only man to know my body. I stilled his hand because I felt my orgasm coming on. I crooked my finger, and he climbed onto the bed as if under my spell.

  I pulled him into my arms, our legs tangling together as we truly kissed for the first time in twenty-six years. Rush placed quick, teasing kisses on my lips until I couldn’t take it anymore. I placed my hand on the back of his head and held him still so I could lick into his mouth. He parted his lips, and we both groaned at the first contact of our tongues. Then it became a dance of seduction as we took the time to relearn one another’s mouths. Fuck, kissing had never felt this good with anyone else. It was so much more than a meeting of tongues; it was a connection of souls. It felt like a giant rift in the atmosphere aligned to form a perfect universe where only we existed.

  Every gasp we made was captured by the other, every slick slide of his tongue against mine made my balls draw tighter against my body. I must’ve been a glutton for punishment, because I rolled and pulled him on top of me. I felt his dick twitch against mine and knew he was just as close to the edge as I was.

  “Fuck, I’d hoped not to embarrass myself,” I said honestly. “Just let me hold you a minute.”

  Rush ground his erection against mine, but I slapped his ass to still him. “What?” he asked. “I’m just settling in to get comfortable.”

  “I hope I don’t come twice before we even have sex like I did our first time together in that cabin.”

  “You were so hot for me,” Rush said, his nostrils flaring with the memory. “It drove me wild to see how I affected my big, strong Lincoln.”

  “I am still so fucking hot for you.” I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I felt the sticky gathering of our combined pre-cum dribbling on my cock and stomach. “So much for relieving some of the pressure earlier.”

  Rush pushed against my chest to raise his upper body so he could look down at me. “Did you jerk off when you changed clothes?”

  I opened my eyes slowly and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. I’m still going to blow like a virgin as soon as you slide your gorgeous dick in my ass.” I looked between our bodies and saw our cocks pressed together. “Or sooner.”

  Rush smiled wickedly as he started to slide his body lower. My dick cried out at the loss of his, but then wept for joy when the ridges of Rush’s stomach rippled over it. I shook my head no. Rush had always loved sucking cock, and I loved having his mouth on me, but I didn’t want to come in his mouth right then. I wanted to wait until his dick was back where it belonged, buried inside me.

  His long bangs fell forward to cover his eyes as he looked at my needy cock. I fisted my hands in the silky blond strands and raised his head before he could press that talented tongue to my cock. “I want your dick in my ass.”

  Rush rose to his knees between my parted thighs and pushed my legs up higher to better expose my hole. “Right here?” he asked, teasing my pucker with a finger. “I want to eat your ass, Lincoln.”

  I inhaled so sharply that I choked on my own breath. That was something that I’d only seen in porn before, but I imagined it felt amazing. “Later,” I rasped out. “Fuck me now, Rush. Please.”

  He only hesitated for a second before he left me long enough to pull the condoms and lube from the drawer. My body shook with nervous anticipation as he rubbed lube on his fingers and slowly reached between my legs. Instead of going straight for my ass, he massaged my balls and taint, pulling a strangled hiss from my lungs.

  “Rush,” I growled.

  “It’s part of the prep,” he said, as he slowly dragged his finger over my taint until he reached my needy pucker. He pressed just the tip inside then retracted to circle my opening again. “So tight, Linc. How long has it been?”

  I swallowed hard, unsure of what he would think about my confession. I didn’t want him to think I was using him to get my jollies off. “I’ve only used toys recently for anal play, but prior to that, there’s only been you.”

  “That’s a long time, Linc.” I saw how much my words pleased him. I’d given him a part of me that no one else could claim.

  “An eternity,” I confessed.

  “Are your toys as big as me?” Rush stroked his cock with his free hand.

  “No,
and they didn’t feel as good as you.”

  “It’s been a long time, so how can you be so sure?” His teasing finger stilled, and he sounded a little unsure.

  “Rush, there are things my body will never forget, and the feel of you inside of me is at the top of the list. In fact, all but a few involve you and the things we did together.”

  My words must’ve appeased him, because he resumed teasing my hole with the slightest pressure. “I’m going to take my time and prep you right,” he said before he leaned over my body to kiss me. His luscious lips and skillful tongue helped relax me so that I wouldn’t tense up against his penetration. Soon, that long, slender finger wasn’t enough, and I started rocking my hips, fucking myself to get more friction.

  “So good,” I whispered against his lips.

  “Just the beginning, baby.” I loved the cockiness in his voice and the little endearment he used for me. “I’m going to make you feel so good soon.” He punctuated his promise by adding another finger to stretch me out even more. The bite of pain didn’t dim my excitement in the slightest; it ratcheted up my need a dozen notches.

  “Fuck me now.”

  Rush shook his head. “You’re not ready.”

  “Dammit, I’m ready,” I practically snarled.

  “Then you do it,” Rush said, raising himself back up to sit on his heels. He held up a condom wrapper in front of him. “Put this condom on my cock, lube it up, and guide it inside your body.”

  The picture he painted made me growl in need and lust. I jackknifed into a sitting position and snatched the condom from his hands. When I reached for his cock, I stroked it a few extra times before I slid the latex down the length of his hard-on.

  “Lots of lube the first time,” Rush suggested as I squirted a small amount on his covered dick.

  “No,” I said between gritted teeth. “I remember how I liked it.” I preferred just enough lube to ease his entrance, but I wanted to feel the sting of penetration. I craved it, in fact.

  “I remember too, Linc.” Rush closed his eyes and swallowed hard as I coated his cock evenly. “Wait,” he said when I lay back down and reached down to guide his cock. Rush grabbed a fluffy pillow and propped it beneath my ass to angle my hips higher. “That way you can see me sliding in and out of you.”