Thunderstorms on the Horizon

by Kendel Duncan

  “Good. I’m glad. We’re together now, Row, for good. We get to re-learn everything about each other but we also get something better.”

  “Better?”

  “Yeah. We get to really be together, Row. No more hiding, no more sneaking around, no more rushed, frantic couplings before we have to go our separate ways. For the very first time we get to truly be a couple, an honest to god, walk down the street holding hands couple. How beautiful is that?”

  “I love you, King.”

  “And I love you, too, Row. How about some food?”

  “I am freaking starving, not sure why after that steak you forced me to eat last night.”

  King frowned and then he looked sad, “That steak was day before, babe. You’ve been asleep for twenty-four hours.”

  “What? Are you fucking kidding me? Why would you let me sleep that long? What’s going on with the case?”

  “Relax. You texted Campbell yesterday to say you were in and he texted back with an address and instructions to show up tomorrow at six.”

  “I did? And he did?”

  King slid his hand under Row’s arm and lifted him to his feet, “You did and he did. Brent had to go home to take care of some family thing but he’ll be back and he’s bringing a few more guys with him for backup. Today, you get to just relax and let me take care of you.”

  Row hummed, “I like the sound of that.”

  “Good, now come shower with me and then we’ll order some food.”

  Row really liked the sound of that…..

  Twenty-Seven

  Jaden’s lip was getting swollen from how much he was chewing on it. He was turned sideways in the front seat so he could hold Colby’s hand while he looked out the windshield.

  Colby leaned forward and used his thumb to gently pull that lip free, “Stop worrying, babe.”

  “I can’t help it. I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared.”

  “I know. I am too. But we need to do this. We can’t hide from your family forever.”

  “Why not?” Jaden said with a cute smirk.

  The navigation voice told them that their turn was a half mile away.

  Colby pointed through the seats, “Just up there on the right, at the mailbox with the giant peace sign on it.”

  Brent snorted a laugh, “Dude, that’s classic”

  “My folks are basically sixty-something-year old hippies. Oh, and Ma has never believed in bras so consider yourselves warned.”

  Jaden’s eyes went wide.

  Brent just groaned, “I have no idea what to say to that.”

  Brent turned and drove slowly down the tree lined, grass covered driveway. When he reached the end and it opened up to reveal a quaint farmhouse with a wrap-around porch, they both saw two gray-haired people sitting in the porch rocking chairs, smiling at them – almost as if they knew they were coming.

  “Did you call your folks?” Jaden mumbled, because he’d been with Colby constantly so he didn’t see how the man could’ve called without him knowing about it.

  “Nope. They’re just weirdly psychic. They’ve always been like that.”

  Brent brought the car to a stop and shut it off.

  As Colby pushed open the back seat, his Mom, wearing a tye-dyed flowy dress, flowers in her hair and nothing else, rushed over, “My baby! You found him!”

  Jaden’s head whipped around, “What?”

  Colby rolled his eyes, “Ma, would you stop with all that psychic shit please?”

  “Language, son,” she said without any anger in her voice and then she turned and grinned at Jaden, “Sweetheart, we’ve been waiting for you.”

  “You, you have?”

  “Of course,” she said as her eyes roamed over every inch of his face. She placed her hand on his cheek, “Oh, darling, you look so much him and yet there’s no dark fear in you like there was in him.”

  Tears filled Jaden’s eyes, “I, I, I…..thank you,” he whispered because that’s really all he could say in that moment.

  She kissed his cheek and then turned to Colby, “And you. Finally! Finally that deep sadness isn’t consuming you anymore, shading that beautiful light within you. Would I be correct in guessing that the reason your light is back is because of this dear, sweet man?” she said as she clasped Jaden’s hand.

  Colby nodded his head, “Yeah, Ma, you would be correct. Ma, this is Jaden. Jaden, this is my Ma, Sylvia.”

  She squeezed Jaden’s hand, “If you call me anything but Ma I will be very disappointed.”

  Jaden blushed as he smiled, “Okay, M-m-m-ma.”

  “Good,” she smiled and then she turned to Brent, “And who might this sweet soul, be?”

  “Me? How do you know that I’m not another boyfriend?”

  “Psshh, you can’t fool an old lady. Your heart belongs to another, someone strong, someone tall, someone……..cowboy?”

  “Damn, you are the real deal, aren’t you? Yeah, my JD loves his cowboy hats. And he looks damn good in them too. I’m Brent, Jaden’s cousin.”

  “Ah, the buffer,” she said with a nod.

  “Jesus,” Brent mumbled.

  She patted Brent’s arm, “I don’t want to keep you. You run along and smooth things over. These two can borrow my car once they’re done here and I’ve filled their bellies. They’ll call you when they’re on their way.”

  Brent blew out a breath, “I guess I’m off then. I’ll see you guys later,” he said then he turned back to his car.

  Once he was out of the driveway, Colby turned back, “Ma, you really shouldn’t freak people out like that.”

  “And you should stop being such a damn worrywart, Son.”

  “Language, Ma.”

  She chuckled and the looped her hands through both of their arms, “Come. Your father is waiting.”

  Colby looked at Jaden over his mother’s head because he knew the kid had a million questions, “Pa got tired of standing around with his thumb in his ass whenever somebody showed up because the first five minutes have always belonged to Ma. He got to the point where it was just easier for him to wait until Ma was done.”

  Colby’s mother beamed at her father, “Your father has always been a very patient man.”

  Colby’s dad stood from his chair and clasped Sylvia’s face between his hands, “Wouldn’t want to cast a shadow over your beauty, my love.”

  Colby glanced at Jaden and saw him smiling at his parents with an ‘aw shucks,’ glow in his eyes. He pulled Jaden to his side and pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

  Sylvia patted Colby’s chest, “Your things are inside on the coffee table. I’ll leave you two some privacy. I’ll be in the kitchen fixing lunch.”

  Colby frowned, “They’re here? But I thought…..” he said as he looked out towards the trees.

  “We had some guests that needed your place for a while. I didn’t want anything to happen to your things so I carefully boxed them up and stored them in the main house.”

  “What about….?”

  “The framed pieces? Those are in the living room. I wanted them where I could see them every day.”

  Colby rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, “Oh…okay.”

  His mother nodded and pulled the screen open, “Oh, and by the way, one of our friends owns a gallery. He took one look at those framed pieces and begged me to let him do a showing of Westley’s work. I told him that wasn’t up to me. I’ll give you two his card when you leave.”

  Colby glanced at Jaden as he walked through the door.

  Any worry that he had that the two of them weren’t in this together fled the moment that Jaden reached forward and threaded their fingers together, squeezing gently.

  Colby took a deep breath to try to prepare for the inevitable pain that he knew was coming.

  Twenty-Eight

  Row finished the last bite of his omelet, wiped his mouth on his napkin and then aimed his stare at King.

  “What?” King said.

  “Stand up,” Row said as he did t
he same.

  King frowned but pushed up out of his chair, “Okay, why?”

  Row walked, no, he stalked around the small table, eyes locked on King’s like a hunter tracking his prey.

  King’s heartrate kicked up when Row stepped up to him and slid a proprietary hand onto the back of his neck, “Get. Your. Fucking. Clothes. Off.”

  And cue the instant hard-on.

  But what if Row wasn’t ready after all the shit he went through the night before….and all the shit that was still looming on the horizon.

  “Row, are you……”

  “King, what you did for me last night, taking care of me, knowing exactly what I needed in order to release all of that toxic shit from my head….that was, fuck,” he whispered with a sigh as he pressed his forehead to King’s, “it was perfect. But what I need from you right now is,”

  “For me to fuck you?” King said with a smile.

  Row got a playful gleam in his eye that King hadn’t seen for a while, “Sure, if you can take me,” he said as he pushed back, shoved his sweats to the floor, bent his knees and spread his legs in a wide stance.

  Thank-fucking-hell, King thought as he yanked his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. His sweats quickly joined it and then….he pounced.

  His arm wrapped around Row’s neck as his leg swept out to try to knock him off of his feet.

  Row was ready for it.

  He countered the leg kick by wrapping his arm under King’s knee, trying to topple him backwards.

  But King’s legs were too strong. His thick thigh bulged as he hopped back on one leg, maintaining his balance somehow.

  And then he did something completely unexpected: he wrapped his arm around Row’s neck, shoved Row’s body in front of his and then fell back onto the carpet, pulling Row with him.

  They impacted with a loud thud followed closely by air whooshing out of King’s lungs.

  Row was momentarily too stunned to react.

  It wasn’t until King coughed, huffed out something that sounded something like a laugh and then gasped out, “Not the brightest idea I’ve ever had. I think I have rug burns on my ass.”

  Row lifted King’s arm off of his neck and then spun around to all fours, straddling King’s body, “What the fuck, King? Are you okay?”

  King smiled and grimaced at him, “I think so?” he said with a raised eyebrow.

  Row sighed and sat back on his heels, “Turn over.”

  “Hey, I didn’t concede yet.”

  Row’s hands went to his hips as he glared at King, “I’m aware that you are a stubborn dick. Roll to your stomach so I can check your ass.”

  King flipped over between Row’s legs, “Okay,” he mumbled as he crossed his arms and lay his head on them, “but I’m not surrendering…..yet.”

  Row rolled his eyes as he scooted backwards, sitting on the backs of King’s thighs, “Whatever, d-d-d-d, holy shit!”

  King’s head popped up, “What, what is it?”

  Row stared with wide eyes at King’s butt, “Your ass, um, it looks like you just spent hours behind a paddle.”

  King groaned as he put his forehead back on his arms, “Ugh, it hurts.”

  Row’s hands splayed over King’s lower back, “Aw, poor baby. You want me to kiss it and make it better?”

  King sighed, “Yes,” he whispered.

  Row’s eyes snapped up to stare at the back of King’s head. This was something new for them. They’d done so much together but never really had the time explore each other’s bodies like this, nor had they ever even talked about it.

  King huffed out a quiet laugh, “I’m just kidding, you don’t have…..oh god,” he groaned when Row’s finger gently spread his red cheeks wide and he dove in with his tongue, licking a stripe from ballsack to the top and then moving back to flick over his hole.

  “Oh my god, Row, fuck, that feels, ungh, f-f-f-fuck.”

  Row let some of his saliva run out of his mouth, down his tongue and onto King’s hole and then he pushed it inside with his tongue.

  King’s hips lifted off of the carpet. Row wasn’t sure if he was trying to shove his ass farther onto Row’s tongue or make room for his growing erection. It was probably both but it didn’t matter to Row. All that mattered was getting more of those delicious sounds to come from King’s lips – the sounds that he only made when he got completely lost to his pleasure.

  Row began stabbing his tongue in and out, making no effort to stop his saliva as it drooled off his chin and dribbled down onto King’s hanging balls. Row’s own dick was now painfully hard but he was doing his damndest to ignore it. It almost struck him as funny that he’d never realized how much eating ass would turn him on.

  He vaguely heard King mumble something but he was too lost in what he was doing to pick it up. He pressed his face as close as he could get it and he shoved his tongue in farther. When King yelped or whimpered or maybe screamed, that’s when Row knew he was licking over King’s prostate.

  King pushed up onto his hands and knees, his arms bulging in his effort to stay up. His thighs began quivering beneath Row’s fingers, his channel began pulsing around Row’s tongue. And when Row’s right hand moved and he brushed it over the tip of King’s cock, the man not only hissed from how sensitive the thing was right now but Row was rewarded with a hand so wet from all of the pre-cum drooling out of King’s slit that he felt like he had a hand full of lube. He could work with that. He spread it all around King’s dick as he slid his tongue free. He surged up over King’s body and pressed his lips next to the man’s ear, “I’m going to grab a condom from my bag and then I want to hear you scream, baby.”

  He started to move back but King’s hand shot out and clamped on his thigh, holding him in place. “Get inside,” he whispered barely loud enough for Row to hear.

  Row leaned over King’s body again and swallowed hard, “What?” he whispered because he needed to make damn sure King was saying what he thought he was saying.

  “Get inside me, now. Please, Row,” he whispered.

  Row leaned a little farther forward until he could see King’s face. The man’s eyes were clamped shut.

  “King, look at me.”

  The man’s eyes slowly opened and locked with Row’s. The need in them almost knocked Row on his ass.

  “Tell me what you need,” he whispered.

  “I, I, I need you, Row. I need you to fill me up….like the other night.”

  Row moved back enough so he could spread some of King’s pre-cum onto his dick because there really wasn’t anything better than natural lube, then he put the tip of his dick against King’s hole, “Okay but no coming,” he whispered.

  King’s head dropped down between his arms as he snorted a laugh. “Wait, what? You’re not serious,” he said.

  Row began pressing his dick inside, caressing his fingers over King’s back to help him stay relaxed, “I’m dead serious, babe.”

  King grunted as he accepted Row’s thick cock, “Why?” he said with a whine.

  Row’s dick slipped the rest of the way inside and he pressed his chest to King’s back again as he whispered into his ear, “Because, once I’m done filling you, I’m going to flip you over and bury that sweet, pre-cum covered dick of yours in my ass.” He pulled his hips back and plunged back inside.

  “Oh god,” King groaned as one of his arms shot back to clamp around the end of his dick.

  “That’s it, baby,” Row moaned into King’s ear as his hips hammered away, “Hold it for me. I want that load of yours put so far inside of me that it never comes back out…..ugh, fuck,” he grunted.

  The sound of skin slapping against skin, of grunts, of groans, of whimpers, filled the room until Row lifted back up, clamped his hands around King’s waist so hard that he knew he’d leave bruises and then he shoved his dick inside as far as it could go. “Oh fuck yes, Kingston!” he yelled out as he threw his head back and his cock began throbbing deep inside of King.

  King’s fingers w
ere clamped around his own dick so tight he figured he was probably cutting off his circulation but he’d be damned if he came before Row wanted him to. Suddenly he felt his body being roughly flipped over. His hand was batted away and then Row’s took its place. And then he felt the tip of his dick meeting the resistance of Row’s dry hole. He could only hope that the natural lube on his dick would be enough because if Row had to stop now for any reason, King wouldn’t be able to wait, he was certain of that….he was that close to coming already.

  And then he felt Row relax and open up to him, his body sliding down until he was pressed against King’s pelvis and thighs. Row’s eyes were closed, his head hanging, his hands pressed against King’s abs.

  King reached his hands up to gently squeeze his hips, “You okay?” he whispered.

  His dick wasn’t quite as thick as Row’s but he was a little longer and was sometimes almost too much for Row’s tight body.

  Row blew out a breath from between his lips and then nodded. His eyes opened and locked with King’s, “Yeah, I’m good. Do it, King. Make me yours again,” he said as he got his feet underneath him, lifting his body up just enough for what King needed.

  King’s fingers tightened around Row’s hips, “I love you Row, so fucking much.”

  Row smirked, “I love you too, babe, but if you don’t start jackhammering, I’m gonna do it myself.”

  King grinned back, “Brat.” And then his hips snapped up….hard. He started pounding up into Row so hard that if he hadn’t been gripping the man’s hips so tight, Row probably would’ve flown off.

  “Holy, fuck, shit, ohmygod, King,” Row cried out as he leaned forward and grabbed onto King’s pecs. Yeah he had just come a minute ago, but damn if King wasn’t lighting him up so much that he felt like he might…..he might….he might….

  Row’s surprised eyes flew open and he stared down at his flapping dick with wonder, hell, with awe as it began spewing, white ribbons flying every which way as King kept pounding.

  “Oh fuck, fuck yes, Row!” King cried as he dug his heels into the carpet and pulled Row’s body down as he shoved his hips up, burying his cock and releasing his load deep inside the man who meant everything to him.