Chad shifted his weight from foot to foot, and stared off into the distance at the mountain he’d just left. “Are you telling me to leave him alone?”
“I’m telling you that he doesn’t love easily because he loves too easily. If he’s not in love with you yet, and you aren’t going to stick around to give him time to get there… don’t hurt him. He won’t hurt you. I swear. He’s the only lover I ever had that I’m still friends with. We just didn’t work. I’m too bossy and he’s too pigheaded. He needs a keeper, and someone who can jump on a bike, and disappear for weeks at a time with him. He needs a friend… and a lover. A lover who is a friend.”
“He owns the bookstore?” Chad looked back at the store one more time. “Did not expect that.”
“Well…” she smiled up at him, tilting her head to bat her purple eyes at him, mischief sparkling in their depths. “On second thought… I’ll let him keep his secrets.” There was more arm patting while she walked him the rest of the way to the Jeep. “Now, the Sports Barn is—”
“Please don’t tell me he owns that too,” Chad said as she held the door for him.
“Not that I’m aware of. But he’s their best customer, so if you don’t want the Skip discount, then don’t name drop. But then again, they know this Jeep so, just say thank you and be done with it. Now, just head down Main, and take a right at the next light, and go two more lights, and take a left. It looks like a barn. You can’t miss it.” She patted his hand again and closed the door.
Chad pulled out and drove away, as she waved at him in the rearview mirror.
The house was dark when he got home. The sun had set not long ago, and it was pitch dark up the mountain. He left the headlights on while he ran up the steps to the front door. He let himself inside, and called out for Skip. There was no answer. He found the light-switch panel and turned on the outside lights, all the outside lights. The driveway was now as bright as a landing strip. There was no trace of Skip to be found, or bears.
He’d never actually seen a bear in the woods before this morning. Suddenly, images of marauding bears filled his imagination. Bears. Heavily-armed bears in green berets attacking out of the dark. Rambo bears.
Chad grabbed the tote bags he’d been given on his shopping trip. No plastic bags in this town, it seemed. Very progressive of them. Like some weird mountain utopia where Skip was a god.
He locked the Jeep and locked the doors behind him. He left on the outside lights, because bears lived in these woods, and dropped off his bags in the kitchen. He put the food away, and was about to head upstairs when he heard a phone ring in the office. He backtracked to see if Skip was around. He wasn’t. There was a green library lamp still glowing on the desk, and the desk phone lit up as it rang. He reached for it, wondering if he should answer or let it go to voicemail, but it stopped ringing before he got to it. He started to turn off the lamp, but the neat stack of papers beside the keyboard caught his attention. He picked up the first set labeled Murder on the Appalachian Trail.
He realized he was holding notes for a manuscript, and put it back where he’d found it. He remembered the books in the tote bag, and found a light switch in the room. He wanted to see if Skip had a copy of the book he’d bought, or the one Skip had unknowingly bought for him. If there was already a copy, Chad would take that one back tomorrow.
He’d been in the office that afternoon, but hadn’t gotten a good look around. Now with all the bookcases lit up like Christmas, he felt like Belle in the Beast's library. So many books. So little time to read.
He perused the shelves. They weren’t kidding back at the bookstore; Skip was a mystery-suspense junkie. He had a little bit of everything from Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie to SW Simpson.
In fact, he had all the SW Simpson books, in hardcover and paperback. He had several copies of every SW Simpson book, all in mint condition and in a glassed-in bookcase.
“Son of a bitch.” Chad pulled out the original copy of the Girl Scout book with its crisp dust cover and leafed through it. It had never been read. None of them had ever been read. “Son. Of. A. Bitch.”
He laughed, connecting some weird dots. Why Skip would own a bookstore. Why his friends said he was loaded. Why he lived like a hermit in a palatial mountain cabin and kept weird hours. Why all the SW Simpson books were set in the woods.
Because an avid outdoorsman wrote the damned things between treks. That’s why he never had a job.
Chad chuckled to himself. Didn’t explain the dog-eared paperback in his luggage.
He put the books back, and grabbed the Robb book, because Skip did not seem to have that copy, and turned off the lights. Back in the kitchen, he set out the deli items he’d picked up for dinner, and grabbed the clothes and other things he’d bought for himself, and jogged up the stairs, taking them two at a time, to the guest room where he’d left his things.
Just the boxes were left in the room, tucked away in a corner out of the way. His laundry and gear weren’t where he left them. He turned off the light, and found the switch on the upper landing. Skip’s door was closed. He knocked; there was no answer. He turned the knob, and it opened easily, letting light from the landing inside to beam across the prone body on the bed. The nude prone body on the bed.
In a SW Simpson novel, there would be a blood pool. Chad unlaced his boots and stepped out of them in the hallway. He didn’t want to wake the man too quickly. He left his jacket and cover on top of his boots and socks. His blouse was left on the floor, just inside the door, followed by the undershirt and belt. The buckle rattled as it hit the wood floor. Skip didn’t budge. He lay on his stomach with one arm wrapped around the pillow Chad had slept on. One leg bent at the knee, the top of his foot draped over the back of his calf. His dick peeked out from beneath his thigh. Chad trembled. He didn’t know why. Because he was thinking about things that he shouldn’t think. Like licking his way up the man’s body. Or parting his… Jesus, that would be rape. Go back to kissing, and waiting for the right time to put things where he desperately wanted to put them.
“I can hear you staring,” Skip muttered, his eyes still closed. He wiggled his toes, but didn’t make any move to cover himself. “If you want to do any of what you’re thinking, I will not say no.”
“I have a question,” Chad whispered, wondering what he was about to say, because he had no idea what question he had.
“If it’s with clothes or without, the answer is definitely the latter,” Skip murmured, his voice sleep clogged and drowsy.
Chad worked his button and zipper as fast as he could, and shoved his trousers and shorts down, and stepped out.
“Keep the dog tags. I want to feel those drag across my skin.” Skip managed a sound in his throat that sounded like a purr, and Chad’s entire body went tight.
He crawled into the bed, and dragged his tags up the man’s leg and over the curve of his ass, taking a moment to bite the dimple at the very top of each cheek. Skip rolled onto his side beneath him, and hooked an arm around Chad’s neck. “What did you want to ask me?” he whispered, his eyes opening slowly, the wicked, emerald flame already burning behind the lids.
Chad forgot. Skip’s mouth on his tended to make him forget everything. Chad planted his hands on either side of Skip’s shoulders, allowing him to roll onto his back between Chad’s legs. His fully erect dick brushed Chad’s hip as he rolled. “If I had known kissing could be this nice, I’d have tried it a long time ago,” Chad managed to say between kisses.
“That doesn’t sound like a question,” Skip answered, smiling against Chad’s lips.
“I forgot what I was going to ask,” Chad admitted, his elbows going weak as Skip slowly licked his bottom lip.
“Mmm, that’s a shame.” Skip skimmed his fingertips over Chad’s face, his thumbs brushing the corners of Chad’s mouth. He smiled as Chad’s elbows gave out, and he collapsed on top of Skip’s very hard, very hot body. “Maybe this will jog your memory,” Skip whispered, licking Chad’s lips gently. C
had opened for him, accepting his tongue into his mouth as Skip rocked his hips, so slowly, beneath Chad. “Wrap your arms around me.”
Chad slipped his arms beneath Skip’s shoulders without stopping to think twice. He could feel Skip’s heart beating against his chest. He could taste his breath with every sigh, as the kiss went from slow to hot and heavy. Chad groaned as Skip ran his hands down his back to grip his ass with strong fingers. He rocked his hips to the rhythm Skip set, making Skip growl into his mouth. He dragged his knees up, as he moved his legs wider, spreading Chad’s thighs as he planted his feet on the bed, and drove Chad crazy. “Skip…” Chad couldn’t think of a single thing to say; he just needed to say his lover’s name.
Skip seemed to have the same need. “Chad,” he whispered Chad’s name almost, as if he was in pain.
Chad closed his eyes, and let the man’s hands and mouth take control of him. He let himself feel… everything. Grinding his body into the hard body beneath him, he groaned into the silence of the room, and tried not to fall apart.
Skip’s answering groan was one of agony. Strong, rough fingers dug into his flesh, and the room spun out from under him, and Chad found himself lying on his back with his legs around Skip’s waist. “Fuck…” he wheezed the word, trying to catch his breath. Skip chuckled as he pushed himself up on his hands to hold himself off Chad.
“Working on getting there.” Skip bore down on him, grinding his hips and his cock along Chad’s now slippery belly, his own cock sliding right back. It was Chad’s turn to grab Skip’s ass and assert his own demanding pressure. “Oh, fuck.” Skip gasped for breath and broke away. “Oh, god, fuck me now.”
He leaned over Chad with a look of surprise in his eyes, breathing heavily but not touching him. “Skip…” Chad felt the chill in the air as it washed over his sweaty body. Along with the chill came the shame of losing himself like that… to a man.
“Not stopping, baby. Just catching my breath, and trying not to come.” He dragged a hand along Chad’s rib cage, making him tremble, to grasp the dog tags that stuck to his sweaty chest. “Don’t come. I’ll be right back.”
He didn’t go far; he leaned over Chad to the table, and turned on the lamp to bring the room into full light. He was as flushed and sweaty as Chad felt. The drawer slid open and he was back with a black bottle in his hands. He flipped the cap and squeezed a handful of clear liquid into his palm. Chad didn’t have time to figure out what the liquid was before Skip wrapped his slick hand around his cock and stroked him, hard and fast, pulling his foreskin over the head of his cock to work the slick into him. “Fuck my hand,” he demanded, and Chad was helpless to resist. “Tell me you want me. Tell me that this is what you want, Chad. Before this gets… messy.”
“I want you. And this. And messy. I want messy. I want to be messy with you.” Chad thrust his hips into Skip’s hand as Skip shifted over to straddle Chad’s thighs.
Skip leaned over him again, putting his face in Chad’s again. He didn’t kiss this time. “I haven’t been with a man in six years. I haven’t taken a dick inside me in longer than that. I want you to know that.”
Chad could only stare into Skip’s eyes as he whispered. He nodded, wondering why it was important now. He felt Skip arch his back, and saw the brief flash of pain enter his eyes, before he felt the tight heat squeeze the tip of his dick. Skip gripped him tight in his fist as he guided Chad inside his body, and Chad held perfectly still. He bit his lip, as Skip breathed out a harsh gasp in his face.
“Oh, Chad, yes. Oh, baby, you feel good. This feel good? You okay with this?” The words were barely audible. His eyes rolled as Chad’s dick pushed through a tight ring of muscle that had Chad gasping with him, to slide freely… and deeply… way too quickly. “Fuck,” Skip shouted, clawing Chad’s shoulder as his entire cock slid home. “Don’t move. Please don’t move.
Chad didn’t so much as blink until the pain left Skip’s eyes. Skip lowered his mouth to cover Chad’s again; his tongue pushed past Chad’s lips to tangle with Chad’s. The first slide of withdrawal had Chad gasping and begging for him not to leave him. Skip kissed him harder and flexed his hips. “Kiss me,” Skip begged against his mouth. “Fuck me.”
Chad wrapped his arms around the man and pulled him flat to his chest. He kissed him, losing his mind in the taste of the man. Spreading his legs wide, he mimicked Skip’s pose from a few minutes ago, and dug his heels into the mattress. He held Skip to him and thrust his hips, hard, and fast, pushing his cock into the incredible heat that throbbed around him. Skip cried out as Chad hit a spot deep inside him. The harder he hit it, the louder Skip got. The more he trembled in Chad’s arms, the harder he sucked on Chad’s tongue.
Chad grabbed his ass and shoved him down on his cock as he drove it into him. Hard. Hammering that spot that made Skip howl and shake as Chad sucked his tongue into his mouth, and took away his control. Skip screamed into his mouth, his body shaking violently in Chad’s arms. He rammed himself harder onto Chad with each up thrust, as the muscles seemed to suck Chad inside, and hold him hostage. The scalding heat between their already overheated bodies should have clued Chad in, he didn’t understand until Skip’s shuddering orgasm sucked his fucking brain out the head of his dick. He arched off the bed, taking Skip with him, pumping ten years’ worth of need into the man’s willing body.
Skip broke their kiss and flung his head back as more scalding heat spattered Chad’s belly and chest. His eyes rolled hard back in his head, and Skip collapsed onto Chad pinning him to the bed.
Chad lay sprawled under the man, holding him, hoping he was breathing. The question he’d wanted to ask came back to him, and he chuckled.
“What?” Skip said breathlessly, his mouth moving against Chad’s chest. He still couldn’t move. But then neither could Chad.
“Nothing. I just remembered what I wanted to ask. Doesn’t matter.” Nothing mattered anymore. His world was rocked. There was no going back now.
Skip managed to gain control of his neck; he cocked his chin on Chad’s chest and looked up at him, curiosity in his eyes. “Ask.”
Chad cupped his face much like Skip was fond of doing for him, and swiped his thumbs over his swollen bottom lip. The one Chad had made swollen. “I was wondering what the W stands for? Mr. SW Simpson.”
Skip laughed, and rolled slowly off Chad, easing his soft dick from his body as he moved. He laid half sprawled on Chad with his arm draped possessively over Chad’s belly. His lips found Chad’s and kissed him lightly. “Wallace.”
“Skipper Wallace Simpson.” Chad mulled that over. “I never knew your last name. I didn’t realize that until today. It is Simpson, right? That’s not just a pen name?”
It was Skip’s turn to chuckle, then sigh. “Wallace and Simpson were my parents’ last names. They never married. I don’t have a middle name, not complaining. My first name is bad enough.”
“Skip isn’t that bad. Or is it really Skipper?”
He felt Skip wince and take a deep breath. “Skip is the name I gave myself after my parents died, and I left the commune behind.”
Chad rolled in his arms, forcing Skip to look at him. He smoothed his hand along Skip’s hip to rest it over his waist, as he slipped his knee between Skip’s legs. “If I asked, would you tell me your real name? It can’t be that bad.”
The smile that flashed through Skip’s eyes was mostly sad. “Saffron. My name is Saffron Wallace Simpson.”
Chad tried not to laugh. He failed. Skip slapped his ass, which made him laugh harder. “I’m sorry. I am not yelling that when you fuck me. It’s not happening.”
The sorrow left his eyes, and Skip smiled a real smile this time. He slapped Chad’s ass again for good measure and said, “Good boy. Smart boy.”
“Slap my ass again, old man, and I will not be held accountable for what happens next,” he said, his dick liking the abuse way too much.
Skip slapped him again, the laughter gone from his eyes. The green shimmering with heat as he rolled
Chad on top of him. His hand stinging as it landed another blow. “Bring that up here so I can taste it properly.”
Chad groaned, and did as he was told. “Yessir,” he said, which made Skip groan. He climbed Skip’s body and held onto the headboard, watching his dick disappear inside Skip’s mouth until they were both moaning.
Chapter Fifteen
The alarm went off before the sun rose. Skip reached out and slapped it. The bed beside him was empty; there was a line of light coming from his bathroom. He stretched and decided he would live another day. Last night damn near killed him. Sex with a lover half his age… in better shape than him… yeah, he was going to feel that for a while.
The clock flashed quarter to five. The air in his bedroom was chilled. He’d forgotten to light a fire last night before they came to bed… to sleep… around midnight.
It felt strange somehow, waking up with someone. It had been a long time since he’d allowed someone into his bed. Or his life. A really long time.
He reached for his toes, and stretched his arms and legs out to their fullest extent, then arched his back with a grunt. He’d definitely live.
Tossing the covers off, he padded quietly to the bathroom, thinking to slip into the shower with his lover. The bathroom was unoccupied. He could still smell the scent of Chad’s soap so he hadn’t been up long. Skip stepped into the glass-enclosed space and turned the water on as hot as he could get it. It didn’t take long to come to full heat. He soaped up and aimed the water massager to the spot above his left shoulder-blade that still ached from the six-mile trudge down the mountain.
He dressed in a pair of loose, cotton lounge pants and a thermal Henley shirt and went down to the kitchen to start the coffee. The scent of breakfast assailed him halfway down the stairs. The television in the kitchen was on, the volume turned off. Chad was watching CNN. It would be nearing the start of business on the east coast. He wore only the ratty pair of USMC sweatpants he seemed to love and dog tags as if he couldn’t feel the chill in the air.
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