I released my suitcase handle and turned to face him. The hand that had been caressing my ass started to rub my erection. I returned the favor. “The song does seem kind of fitting for what I had in mind for you.”
“Hand jobs in the foyer?” he inquired.
“Not exactly,” I said, reaching for his zipper as I dropped to my knees. Linc opened his mouth to protest, but I stopped him by squeezing his cock, hard. “You promised me seconds.”
Linc collapsed back against the door and made no additional moves to stop me when I released his cock from the confines of his jeans and briefs. He only panted heavily and ran his fingers through my hair when I licked his cock from root to tip.
“Did you picture me on my knees this week when you stroked yourself off?”
“Fuck yes,” Linc whispered hoarsely.
I sucked his virile balls into my mouth one at a time, as I rubbed that sensitive spot behind them with my middle finger. Looking into his hungry eyes, I asked, “How does that compare to the fantasy?”
“No comparison.”
“Did you miss my dick when you fucked yourself with the blue dildo?” I’d never forget the first Skype session where we introduced toys. The way Linc’s eyes rolled back in his head and the sound of him moaning my name when he came was permanently etched into my brain. I had every intention of using those toys together while I was here.
“Missed it so much.”
“How about this?” I asked before I sucked him to the back of my throat. I hummed happily and Linc shouted in pleasure as the vibrations bounced along his engorged flesh.
Lincoln’s fingers lost all their gentleness as he fisted his hands in my hair and began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth. I could tell he was trying to maintain control and not hurt me, but I wanted him to lose every ounce of inhibition and take what he wanted from me, so I allowed my teeth to lightly graze the sensitive underside of his cock.
“Fuck!” he roared as his control shattered. Linc fucked my face relentlessly, giving me exactly what I wanted—needed—from him. I relaxed my throat and breathed through my nose so that I could take him deeper. My eyes stung and watered when I swallowed around the head of his cock, but my throat didn’t reject him. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck your sexy mouth? Come down your throat?” I hummed in response and Linc’s thrusts became shorter and choppier the closer he got to blowing his load. “Maybe you want to wear my cum instead?”
Fuck yes, paint me. Mark me.
The first spurts of his salty release hit the back of my throat, but he pulled out toward the end to coat my tongue, lips, and chin. When he was completely spent, Linc used the head of his cock to spread his spunk all over my mouth. “I’m going to relive this memory when we’re apart. Your lips all swollen and shiny with my cum.”
Linc lifted my chin higher and bent to kiss me, tasting himself on my lips and tongue. I felt dizzy from the need to come too and reached between my legs to ease the ache. God, it wouldn’t take much to get me off. The slightest touch would send me pulsing over the edge. I didn’t want to use my hand though, not when the man I wanted more than anything was breathing the same air as me and within touching, sucking, and fucking range.
I pulled back from our sticky-cum kiss and got to my feet. “Suck me off, Linc. I need to feel your mouth on my cock.”
Linc led me into the living room and hastily undressed me and removed his shirt before he sat down on a large, square ottoman. Hell, that thing was big enough for me to straddle his lap and ride him. I decided I would do just that before I boarded a different plane to take me back to Chicago.
It was my turn to fist Linc’s hair and fuck his face. My legs quaked as I worked my cock in and out of his hot, wet mouth, driving for release. I wanted to pull out and spray his chest and face, but his mouth felt too fucking good. He swallowed every drop I gave him and pulled me down to straddle him when my legs threatened to give out.
“That took the edge off,” Linc whispered against my lips. “Now, I’m famished.”
“I could eat too,” I said.
“Good! I’ll fix my favorite meal for you.”
“Babe, you don’t have to go to any trouble. We can have something delivered,” I suggested.
“Oh no, this is something really special,” Linc protested. “It’s no trouble at all.”
“Okay, but let me help.”
“No way,” he said, shaking his head adamantly. He stood with me in his arms like I weighed nothing and settled me in the chair that matched the ottoman. He covered my naked body with a blanket that was placed on the back of the chair. “This is a surprise. You watch television or just rest while I fix us something to eat.”
A long day of traveling followed by an amazing orgasm caught up to me, and my eyes started to feel heavy. “Maybe I’ll just shut my eyes and rest,” I said, nestling beneath the blanket.
The next thing I knew, Lincoln was waking me with kisses on my neck. “Wake up, sleepyhead, dinner is ready.” I stretched and yawned while he continued to love on me.
“Mmmm, I’m waking up all right.”
“Food first,” Linc said. “Open your eyes and check out the feast I made you.”
The pure joy in his voice penetrated my sleepy brain quicker than lust could. The coffee table was set with lit candles, fancy china, and real silverware. A bottle of wine was sitting in a silver bucket of ice and two crystal wine glasses were already filled and ready for consumption. “What the heck is going on here?”
“I made us dinner,” Linc said, gesturing to the covered serving dishes in the center of the coffee table. “Let’s eat.”
My mouth watered at the familiar, nostalgic aromas wafting in the air. “I don’t believe it,” I said when I realized what I was smelling.
“Nothing but the best for you, baby,” Linc said. He proudly crawled over to the serving dishes and lifted the covers to reveal the Tyson chicken patties and Kraft mac and cheese he’d made. “Just like old times.”
“Except the china, silverware, and crystal,” I said, gesturing to the serious upgrades from the paper plates and cheap silverware I grew up with.
“Well, I figured it resembled us in a way.” He replaced the lids and returned to where I sat in the chair.
“Oldie but a goodie?” I asked.
“No.” Linc smiled and shook his head.
“A cheesy classic?” I teased.
“Nope.” He cupped my face and said, “Our surroundings may be different, but we’re still the same where it matters.”
I don’t know if it was the thoughtfulness of making our favorite meal from our childhood or his sappy words that allowed me to shake off any lingering doubt that might’ve clung to me. I was going to tell him that I would be returning to Chicago without my heart because there was no way I would leave without giving it to him, but I realized that he’d had it all this time. I had never stopped loving him, and I never would.
“That’s not all,” he said excitedly, sounding like an infomercial. Linc pulled a gift box from the other side of the ottoman and handed it to me.
“You bought me a gift? I didn’t bring you anything.”
“You being here is my gift. This is just a little something extra.” He nodded to the box. “Open it.”
I lifted the lid and burst into laughter when I saw what was inside. “I know it’s not the exact same one that you had, but it’s close.”
I lifted the old Polaroid camera up and saw several boxes of film inside. The weight of it felt so right in my hands. “This is amazing, Linc. Thank you so much.”
“I already loaded some film inside it for you.”
I held it up to my face. I saw Linc smiling at me through the viewfinder and snapped off a picture. The familiar sound of the camera discharging the picture made me smile. Linc grabbed it before I could and fanned it back and forth like I did back in the day to help it develop faster. Of course, it never worked.
Linc laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe once
the picture developed. I set my camera aside and grabbed for it but he held it just out of reach. I tackled him to his back and distracted him by rubbing my dick against him until I could wrestle the photo from his grasp.
“Oh my God!” It was my turn to laugh until there was no breath left in my body.
“You gonna frame it?” Linc asked, holding me against his chest while I stared at the picture I somehow took of his cock and balls instead of his smiling face.
“I think I’ll keep it for my personal stash,” I said, setting it aside. “So, I’m a little rusty with the outdated camera.”
“We’ll make sure you get plenty of practice these next few days.”
“Practice makes perfect,” I agreed, looking down into his smiling face. I couldn’t recall a time where I saw him look happier or more relaxed as he lay beneath me. “Don’t move a muscle,” I instructed him, reaching for my camera. “I want to capture this moment.”
“I have a better idea,” he said, pulling me down beside him. “Let’s reenact our first selfie.”
It took a few tries before I got it right, then I took a second one so Linc could have one also. I snapped pictures until Linc said that I was starving him like a model. I relented and captured our feast on film instead. Later, I took the camera into the bedroom where the angles and subject matter took a playful turn. They were definitely photos of my trip that I had no intention of sharing with anyone back home.
“I need to tell you something, Linc,” Rush said when I parked my car at the airport a few days later. “It might sound crazy, but it doesn’t make it any less true.” His smile faltered, and his mouth opened, but no words came out.
“I love you too,” I said. “Always have, always will.”
“Not too soon?”
“Hell no,” I replied emphatically. “It’s not like we care what people think anymore.” The people who mattered most to me, Phee, my kids, and my mom, supported my relationship with Rush wholeheartedly.
“True.”
“Rush, do you remember the last sleepover we had at your house before we started junior high?”
“How could I forget?” he asked. “It was the last time you voluntarily spoke to me for years. I’m not sure you would’ve ever spoken to me again if not for my dad deciding I would make a great math tutor.”
“Mmm, you were the absolute best math tutor,” I said, recalling all the kisses we shared. “I never told you why I stopped talking to you though, did I?”
“No,” Rush said softly. “I always wondered but was too afraid to mention it for fear it would happen again. Tell me now, babe.” Rush reached over and ran his hand across my beard. I had contemplated shaving it because I thought the shot of gray mixed in with the darker strands made me look older, but Rush loved them. I loved the marks my beard left on his beautiful body.
“It all started that afternoon we rode the Ferris wheel,” I told him. “You reached for my hand and I felt something stir inside me that I’d never felt before and it startled me. Then you leaned into me and giggled with glee.”
“I didn’t giggle,” Rush scoffed.
I nipped the fleshy pad of Rush’s thumb when it neared my mouth, making him gasp. “Oh yes, it was definitely a giggle, and it was so fucking adorable. I loved the feel of you tucked under my arm, and I was determined to earn your hugs as often as I could.” I closed my eyes to fight the rising tide of emotions the bittersweet memories stirred within me. “Do you remember the last sleepover we had a few years later. It was right before we went to junior high.” Rush nodded. “You beat me at a video game and I got even by tickling you until you giggled. I got aroused for the first time and it shocked me. There’d obviously been some changes going on down there, but I’d never had a full-blown boner until that night. I’d heard some of the football players say that looking at girls gave them boners, but I’d never had that. Of course, I bullshitted my way through it with lies.”
“Hey, stop beating yourself up,” Rush said gently.
“Anyway, there we were rolling around and BAM, I’m hard as a fucking rock. I rolled off of you really quick and tried to play it cool by challenging you to another game.” I smiled at the memory. “I was equal parts thrilled that I sprung wood and terrified that it wasn’t for a girl. I knew that my feelings for you were more than friends, but I never really had examples of what love looked or felt like. My parents could barely stand each other by that time, and we didn’t live near any relatives. Your parents weren’t much better, so I was walking through this maze of emotions by myself.”
“You were never by yourself,” Rush told me. “I was by your side and just as confused as you were.”
“I know that now, but back then… I was an idiot.”
“You weren’t an idiot. Tell me the rest of what happened that night? Did you rub one out at my house while I slept?”
“No, I think my outright terror made it go down on its own.” I leaned forward and kissed the lips I would miss so fucking much. “I watched you sleeping beside me and knew I had to pull away from you before it was too late. Even though it crushed me, I didn’t think I had any other choice. There were so many things I would miss, but what I dreaded the most was how empty my arm would feel without you tucked beneath it. I had become addicted to feeling you against me, and after we parted, I had a phantom sensation of you there. Sometimes, when I walked down the hallway at school, it felt like you were there, tucked up close to my heart. I missed you so fucking much, but my body’s reaction to you only confirmed what my heart knew all along: I was gay and in love with my best friend. I knew there was no fucking way I could have you the way I wanted, so I cut ties with you to try to be something, or someone, else. You know the rest.”
“I do,” Rush said.
“I’m not that scared kid anymore. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work between us, Rush.”
“As will I.”
That became our motto as we tried to forge a new life together. It would’ve been great if we could spend every weekend in each other’s arms, but Rush worked a lot of weekends and I had deals that I just couldn’t walk away from at the spur of the moment. We made the best of our situation with romantic gestures, such as sending flowers or small gifts to each other. Sometimes those gifts were of the naughty variety and we’d test them out during our Skype chats. Watching Rush get off on whatever toy I sent him was beyond thrilling, but my favorite sessions were our dinner dates. The time difference made it a little odd because his dinnertime felt more like lunch to me, but those nights were truly amazing. We had subscribed to the same fresh food service and prepared the food together while chatting, which often resembled more of a comedy routine when one, or both of us, didn’t follow the instructions during a certain step. Sometimes we reverted back to our old favorite of chicken patties and macaroni and cheese.
Hearing his voice and seeing his face always made me feel better, but I ached to touch and smell his skin. I didn’t just want to hear his moans of pleasure, I wanted to taste them. As the weeks and months went on, it became harder and harder to pretend I wasn’t fucking miserable without him. I had zero doubt where I belonged, but I couldn’t just move to Chicago and leave Phee high and dry either. We hired new sales associates that we felt best represented Forever Home as soon as I returned from Chicago after reconnecting with Rush. It might’ve seemed hasty, but I refused to waste a single minute on doubt when I could have the life I always wanted. It took a few months of training our newest recruits until I felt comfortable that Phee would be surrounded with the staff she needed.
Word trickled out that I was in a relationship with another man, not that I tried to keep it a secret. Hell, on my desk at work sat an eight-by-ten photograph of us cuddling together on my couch, enjoying a Sunday paper and coffee. Phee had taken it with her phone when she dropped in one morning, and it became my favorite picture ever, regardless of my hair sticking up in many directions. There was no denying how much I loved the man who was lounging against my bare chest
.
For the most part, not much changed in my day-to-day business dealings. Some of the men looked at me speculatively, some of them refused to meet my gaze at all, and others acted like it was no big deal. One in particular, showed a whole lot of interest though.
“Are you free for lunch?” Maxim Detwiler asked when he approached me in the locker room at our gym. And by lunch, I knew he was offering himself for me to dine on. The thought turned my stomach.
“I have plans with Phee.”
“Still using her as your beard?” he joked. “Everyone knows you like cock now.”
I finished buttoning up my shirt and turned to face him. I didn’t like how close he stood next to me, so I took a step back. Detwiler smiled wickedly like I was playing some kind of game with him. “Everyone needs to know that I’m in a committed relationship with a man.”
“One who doesn’t live around here,” Detwiler added. “He’d never know.”
“I would know, asshole.” I closed the distance between us and lowered my voice. “It’s never going to happen, Detwiler, so fucking move on.”
I’d never met such an arrogant, despicable man in all my life. I told Rush about it during our phone call that night. I was having issues with Wi-Fi and couldn’t Skype him. I raged about Detwiler’s creepy behavior for a few minutes while Rush listened. He’d gotten so quiet that I thought he fell asleep.
“Rush?”
“I’m here,” he said softly. Something in his voice made me regret my decision to tell him what happened that day. “Does he hit on you often?”
I hesitated long enough for Rush to think there was more to my story.
“Never mind,” Rush said. “I don’t want to know the answer.”
“You do or you wouldn’t have asked,” I told him. “He started hitting on me a few months before I came out. He apparently suspected that I was into men, or was at least curious. I shut him down those times just like I did today.”
“Is he sexy? Do you find him attractive?”
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