Kev did, getting the lube while Neil got on his knees, gripping the headboard tightly. He gasped when Kev slid one well-oiled finger into him, and again when it stroked his gland.
“Like that, do you?” Kev asked, and continued stroking while inserting another finger.
“Yes. Hell, yes. But…”
“You’d like this more?” Kev pulled his fingers out, pressing the head of his cock to Neil’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, murmuring, “Breathe, love,” as he rubbed Neil’s back. Neil did and soon Kev’s cock was fully engulfed in his tight channel.
“Now, fuck me like you mean it.”
“With pleasure.” Kev did. It didn’t take long before their pent-up needs exploded in mutual orgasms that left them weak but well and truly sated.
Kev pulled out, slid off his prone lover, and took Neil into his arms. “That was good, in fact it was great.”
“But?” Neil asked after kissing him.
“Give us an hour to recuperate and we can do better. We’ll take it slow and easy and—”
“Prove beyond a shadow of a doubt how much we love each other.” Neil kissed him again. “Not that we don’t know it already, but.”
“Exactly.” Kev returned the kiss. “We’ve been leading up to this moment forever.” He chuckled. “Or at least for the last couple of weeks, thanks to my—”
“If you say stupidity, I’m going to smack you,” Neil muttered.
Kev laughed. “Promise?”
Neil rolled his eyes. “Nope. Not going there. I’m not into violent sex.”
“Me neither. I was teasing.”
“I know.”
Kev embraced him. “It’s called making love for a reason. I’ve never understood how causing pain can be considered showing love. To each their own, I guess, but it’s not for me.”
They kissed again, slowly, pouring their love into it. When it ended, Neil suggested that if they were going for a repeat performance maybe they should eat something first. “Although how I can be hungry again, after that terrific dinner, is beyond me, but I am.”
Kev laughed. “Exercise will do that.”
They did eat, just sandwiches and coffee, then went back to bed. After a slow bout of loving, which involved getting to know each other’s bodies in all ways possible, they curled up together and after murmurs of “I love you,” repeated between gentle kisses, they fell asleep.
* * * *
Life moved on for Kev and Neil. As they’d promised, they bought a house. Neil wasn’t certain who was more excited about that, him, Kev, or Argyle who now had a full back yard to play in.
They followed the news of Tyler Monroe’s trial for murdering Zeke with interest, mixed with sadness that Zeke had harmed so many people along the way.
Greg had been jealous, Neil found out. Jealous enough that he had walked out of his marriage, using infidelity as an excuse, which Jan hadn’t denied.
“She was lying,” Greg said angrily in his one and only phone call to Neil. “The afternoon of the ice cream social, she agreed to meet him at some damned motel. She told me she was going shopping for shoes, of all things, and like a fool I believed her. She was so broken up after Zeke was killed I knew something was going on with her. She finally admitted it. There’s no way I could stay with her after that.”
Eileen, Zeke’s wife, inherited everything other than what he’d bequeathed to his family. She immediately took off on a long trip, returning home with a new husband in tow. The marriage lasted two months before she asked for divorce.
“I think,” Neil said when he heard, “that we’re the only couple who survived intact.”
Kev agreed. “The power of love, as far as I’m concerned. Chances are Eileen was using Zeke as much as he used her. Greg and Jan? She fell for the oldest line in the book, I bet.”
“Which would be?”
“‘Your husband will never find out’. Zeke was enough of a conman he convinced her it was the truth.” Kev smiled wryly. “I guess I’m not the only one who was bi.”
“I guess not.” Neil hugged him. “At least you finally admitted it to me. I have the feeling, as far as all his lovers were concerned, he convinced the women he was straight, and the men that he was gay and couldn’t come out. It makes me almost feel sorry for him. Almost.”
“Not me. He made his choice back in college, and never backed away. If he’d been honest, he might be alive today.”
“True. But he wasn’t. Still, there was one good outcome from everything that happened. We have each other. I wouldn’t change that for the world.”
“Neither would I,” Kev replied before they got back to what they’d been doing, which was getting ready to take Argyle for her nightly walk.
THE END
ABOUT EDWARD KENDRICK
Born and bred in Cleveland, I earned a degree in technical theater, later switched to costuming, and headed to NYC. Finally seeing the futility of trying to become rich and famous in the Big Apple, I joined VISTA—Volunteers in Service to America—ending up in Chicago for three years. Then it was on to Denver where I put down roots and worked as a costume designer until I retired in 2007.
I began writing a few years ago after joining an online fanfic group. Two friends and I then started a group for writers, where they could post any story they wished no matter the genre or content. Since then, for the last five years, I’ve been writing for publication—my first book came out in February of 2011. Most, but not all, of my work is M/M, either mildly erotic or purely ‘romantic.’ More often than not it involves a mystery or action/adventure, and is sometimes paranormal to boot.
For more information, visit edwardkendrick.blogspot.com.
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