For the Love of Flowers

by Kelsey Hodge

I kiss my way down his squirming body, and when I reach his erect nipples, I take one of the hard, pink buds into my mouth, sucking and scraping my teeth over it. This causes his body to arch off the bed. Smiling at his reaction, I carry on making my way down his body, kissing his well-defined abs. As I reach his rock-hard cock, I let go of his hands, and they instantly go into my hair. I kiss along his cock while stroking his balls with the tips of my fingers and lick the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. A moan escapes his lips.

  I run my tongue over the head of his cock before taking it into my mouth, causing the hands in his hair to tighten.

  “Oh, God.”

  I work my way up and down his cock, circling his tip now and then, causing the most delicious noises to escape from his mouth, as his nails dig into my skull.

  I pull my mouth off his cock with a pop and open his legs wider, pushing them back to expose his pink hole. Giving his cock one last lick, I open the bottle of lube from the bedside table and squeeze some into my hand and fingers until they’re well covered.

  I slowly insert a finger, taking my time, so his body has time to adjust. I pull my finger back before plunging it back in. Adding a second finger, I crook my fingers and hit his prostate. His reaction makes me smile.

  “Fuck me please?” he yells at me, his voice all breathy with want. “You’re fucking killing me with your teasing.” I chuckle, pumping my fingers again, making sure to hit his prostate. “You bastard!”

  I add a third finger, and after a few minutes, I pick up the lube again and cover my cock. I line myself up at his entrance and slowly push inside, pausing so his body can adjust to me before I pull out and slam back in. He screams out and arches his back off the bed.

  I watch as he takes hold of his cock and strokes himself. I match his rhythm, sliding in and out, angling my cock to make sure I hit his prostate on every slide back in. It doesn’t take long before I feel the tingling in my balls. My orgasm isn’t far away.

  “I’m so close. Don’t stop,” I hear; he isn’t that far behind me.

  Speeding up, my orgasm hits me, fulling him with my cum. I’m followed closely by my man, his cum shooting up his chest.

  I pull out of him slowly, loving the fact we stopped using condoms years ago, and collapse on top of him.

  Holding him tightly in my arms, I give him a quick kiss before saying, “Missed you.”

  “Missed you too.” His voice is still not quite back to normal.

  I get a very sleepy. “Good night, Wyatt. Love you.”

  “Love you too,” I say. “Good night, Lorenzo.”

  Chapter 5 - Lorenzo

  Rolling over, I stretch out in bed, a happy, satisfied smile on my face, as I realize that I’m deliciously sore in all the right places. I notice that I’m alone in bed, and the smile falls from my face. I had hoped to wake up in Wyatt’s arms. Then the smell of fresh coffee hits me. Getting out of bed, I make my way to the kitchen, but as I reach the living room, I stop short as I catch sight of my man working in the kitchen, naked except for the pair of baseball shorts. My eyes travel up his body, admiring the firm ass and the vast expanse of back muscles rippling as he moves between the stove and. the kitchen top.

  I sneak up behind, making him jump as I wrap my arms around his chest, resting my hands on his firm pecks and tweaking his nipple.

  “Ow,” Wyatt says with a giggle, slapping my hands.

  “Good morning, handsome,” I say, kissing his shoulder.

  “I was planning on bringing you breakfast in bed.”

  “I was lonely. Someone was missing,” I state. “Plus the smell of coffee woke me.”

  Looking around him to the stove, he has made fresh pancakes, crispy bacon, and scrambled eggs, my favorite.

  “Aww, you made my favorite breakfast.” I pull him tighter to me.

  “Of course. You deserve a treat. Plus, I feel like I’ve hardly seen you the past couple of weeks, especially with me working late shifts. So, I thought we could have a lazy breakfast. I have a day off today. Maybe we can spend the day together. Do you think you can get the day off?”

  My heart rate increases at the thought of spending the day with Wyatt, which is a rarity these days, especially since he has started working the new drug case. Panic suddenly consumes me as my thoughts ponder what Wyatt will do when he discovers how close to home his answers are. He must see something on my face.

  “What’s that look for? Please don’t tell you have to work today?” Wyatt asks.

  “It’s nothing.” I reply. “I’m free. I have no orders today, so I’ll keep the shop closed. I need to call Mr. Romano to let him know.”

  I always find it weird to refer to Dad as Mr. Romano when talking to Wyatt, but I lied about my last name many years ago to keep my identity secret. I never meant for it to continue for this long. When I first met Wyatt, I thought he would be my salvation and the means to leave the family business. But I’ve never managed to find the courage to come clean, so the lie continues. Something tells me my time is running out. I need to make the most of my time with Wyatt.

  “Make your call, and I’ll plate up.”

  “Okay,” I say, making my way back to the bedroom and pretend to make a call. I’m the boss, not the employee Wyatt thinks I am. I wait five minutes and make my way back to the kitchen with a smile plastered on my face.

  “All done. He wasn’t too happy. I explained that there were no orders and walk ins had been quiet, so closing for the day wouldn’t do any harm.”

  The smile that appears on Wyatt’s face makes the lie so worth it, and I look forward to the day ahead.

  “What are your plans? Are we staying in and relaxing?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows, making my intentions clear.

  The glint in his eyes makes me wonder if he’s thinking the same, but then he giggles. “Is that all you think?” he says. “No, we aren’t. Was thinking we could play tourist for the day. Visit Central Park, go up the Empire State Building, and if the weather stays nice, a boat trip. Then we can come home and have an early night.”

  “That sounds like fun. Don’t think I’ve ever played tourist.” I can’t wait for the day to get started.

  An hour later, we’ve finished our breakfast, showered, and dressed. I’m in khakis and a light t-shirt, while Wyatt’s in stone-colored jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap. His jeans hug his ass, and the t-shirt is tight across his chest. Going to explore the city isn’t as appealing as stripping him out of his clothes and riding him all day.

  It turns out to be a beautiful late spring/early summer day, so we decide to walk the five or six blocks to Central Park. Today, we aren’t in a rush. It’s just a day to spend together, and even though we pass the Empire State Building, we decide to leave it until twilight when the city will be a sea of lights.

  Strolling side by side, we look like a couple of close friends out for the day, not lovers. When in public, I hide my sexuality. You never know who is looking, and I can’t risk being spotted and rumors getting back to my family. Wyatt still tries to grab my hand and entwine our fingers, but I pull my hand away and give him a look.

  “I want to hold your hand.” I hear the hurt in his voice. “It’s not a crime.”

  “I know you do and believe me, I want to also. I can’t risk it. What if someone sees us?”

  The reply I get contains so much bitterness and pain, I wish I weren’t the cause of it.

  “So what? We’ve been together for two years. We live together and love each other. Don’t you think it’s time your family knows?”

  Sighing, I briefly look away to gather my thoughts before replying. It’s the only sore point in our relationship, and I don’t want another argument today, especially not on the streets.

  “You know I love you, but it’s not that easy. You know how traditional my family is. Finding out the oldest son is gay won’t be an easy pill for them to swallow. Let’s not talk about it now and enjoy our day. Okay?”

  “Okay.” Reluctantly, Wyatt responds, turns
, and keeps walking; the spring in his step is gone. I need to change this and fast. Otherwise, today will be a bust.

  Catching up to him, I grab him by his arm and pull him down an alley between two buildings, away from prying eyes. When I’m positive no one can see us, I push Wyatt up against a wall and slam my mouth over his. He stubbornly refuses to kiss me back. I push my body up against him and bring my lips up to his ear.

  “Now you listen to me. I LOVE YOU!” I say through gritted teeth. “You’re my everything, my world. I’ll tell my parents, but you’ll have to trust me on this. Now get your head out of your ass, and let’s enjoy the day.”

  “Head out of ass?” he says, finally smiling.

  “Yes, now come on. Let’s moving.”

  I push myself off him and turn to make my way back up the alley. I only move two steps before he grabs my arm. This time, he pushes me up against the wall, and his lips slam against mine, but I have no trouble kissing him back. When he licks my lips asking for entrance, I grant it. Our tongues duel together. He pushes his knee between my legs, opening them wider, and I feel his hard cock against my thigh.

  He pulls back from the kiss and looks me straight in the eye. “I do trust you, but I hate the hiding. I want to walk down the street holding your hand, show the world that you’re mine. I’ll wait, even if I don’t like it.”

  Kissing him again, I say, “Thank you,” knowing no more needs to be said today anyway.

  We adjust ourselves so our hard-ons aren’t on display before we leave the alley and make our way to Central Park. It’s a little crowded because of the beautiful weather. We look at some attractions and make our way to the Balto Statue first before heading to the Bethesda Fountain and the lake.

  Mischievously, Wyatt asks, “Want to go on the rowing boat?”

  Laughing, I reply, “Um, no.” Wyatt knows I’m not a big fan of boats. I swear to God, I could get seasick in a dry dock. “Let’s walk around the lake, go over the bow bridge, and enjoy the beautiful weather.” I wish he knew how much I wanted to hold his hand at this moment, but I make no movement, give no sign. It’s too risky, but something must change. I cannot keep living this half life.

  We spend the rest of the afternoon just walking, talking, laughing, and being together. As the sun starts to set, we leave the park and make our way to the Empire State Building and are surprise to see that its quiet. But it is a weekday and early in the season, but we are able to get straight to the elevators. I had thought that the first elevator we get in would take us to the top, but it doesn’t. It is only taking us to the eighth floor. As we travel up, I watch with fascination as a video is played on all the screens around us, but what’s even better, is that it’s just me and Wyatt in the car, so I am able to finally hold his hand, squeezing it with excitement. When the ride comes to an end, and the door starts to open, I drop his hand immediately which he isn’t happy about but stays quiet. We meander around the museum, that has been created this floor, trying to take in all the facts but when we see that King Kong’s hand coming through a window, the smile on Wyatt face it breathtaking. Without him spotting me, I manage to take a picture of Wyatt hugging one of the fingers. It is not nice, not to have throngs of people rushing around us, so we have been able to take our time. We eventually get to another set of elevators, but these look to be original to the building, by the look at art deco picture that on the doors and take us the final six floors. Opening up on the eighty-sixth floor we make our way to the rooftop observation deck and find to door to take will take us outside. We had discussed going to the top but decide that as it was such a beautiful evening that being outside would be nicer. I’m so glad we do, as the views and twilight are incredible.

  Taking our time walking around the deck, we stop every once in a while, as we catches glimpses of the historical landmarks. We spot Lady Liberty and the Brooklyn Bridge and watch as the sky turns red and orange with the sunset before fading to black as the night blankets the city. It’s almost magical watching as the city starts to come alive with all the twinkling lights from all the surrounding building.

  The observation deck is busier than I expected, so while we’ve been walking around, I’ve been checking the out the faces of the people, to see if any ring any bells. When I am sure it’s safe, I come up behind Wyatt who is looking out over the skyline and warp my arms around him. He takes a step back and pulls me in front of him and wraps his arm around me instead, shielding me from anyone that might be looking. As I continue to look ahead, I feel him lean into me, but I make no attempt at pushing him away but wrap my arms over his holding them tight. The warmth of his body on my back feels good, and I feel him breathing close to my ear.

  “I love you,” he whispers so only I hear, and my heart skips a beat. Those must be three of my favorite words.

  All too soon, it’s time to leave, and we decide to grab a pizza on the way home. Today turned out to be as amazing as I had hoped it would be and for a few hours, I could forget about all the lies and my family, and be me. That was a slice of heaven.

  Once back at the apartment, we just about make it through the front door before Wyatt is pulling me to him and kissing me. I can already feel his cock growing hard in his jeans. I slowly rub my hand over the bulge which earns me a whimper.

  “I’ve wanted you all day since you shoved me against the wall,” he says. “I swear I’ve had a semi most of the day.”

  I rub my hand harder over his crotch. “I think you have more than a semi now.”

  Taking his hand, I lead him to the bedroom and push him onto the bed, straddling his waist. I remove his hat and fling it across the room, quickly followed by his t-shirt. I’m working on the buttons of his jeans and pulling his zipper down as his erection strains against the fabric of his boxers. I slip my hand into his boxers and take his cock in my hand, stroking him gently. Leaning down, I kiss his chest and slowly make my way down his body. At the waistband of his jeans, I pull them off, taking the boxers with them, causing his cock to spring free.

  Standing in front of Wyatt, his eyes are glued to my body as I undress. I watch as he stares at my chest as I remove my t-shirt. He then follows my hands as I head to the button of my khakis. I slip my thumbs into the waistband and remove them with my boxers in one swift move. I’m standing naked, my hard cock jutting outwards, with a bead of pre-cum already glistening the head. Wyatt is transfixed, and I slowly straddle him, grabbing both cocks and rubbing them together.

  “Argh, that feels so good,” Wyatt pants.

  “Gonna feel even better in a minute,” I state and slowly lean down and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, licking the drop of pre-cum that has appeared. I run my tongue around his head before taking him further into my mouth until I feel him hitting the back of my throat. Thankfully, I’ve never had much of a gag reflex. I slide up and down his shaft, teasing his head with my tongue.

  “Oh, fuck,” Wyatt says breathlessly.

  When I slide back down his cock, my hand travels to his balls, and I take them gently in my hand and roll them, causing more whimpers and groans.

  “God, I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you.”

  A low groan escapes my mouth, and I let go of his cock. I crawl up his body and take his mouth with mine. Wyatt flips me over and leans over to get the lube from the bedside table, opening it and placing a generous amount on his fingers.

  Never once breaking the kiss, Wyatt spreads my legs wider and rubs his fingers over my hole, teasing me.

  “Will you just—” Before I can finish that sentence, he pushes his first finger inside me and slowly pumps it in and out, quickly adding a second. A thin layer of sweat covers our bodies, and the noises I make drive Wyatt insane. I feel him adding a third finger, desperate to get his cock inside me.

  He crooks his fingers at the right angle and hits my prostate, and I hear myself moaning. He removes his fingers, grabs the lube, and covers his cock with a generous amount. Lifting my legs, he exposes more of my ass and pink hole, and he
lines up his cock with my entrance.

  “You ready for me?” Wyatt asks, teasing me a little longer.

  “Please, fuck me already,” I reply.

  He slowly pushes into me, allowing my body to adjust until he’s fully seated, then he begins to move, and I feel my hole clenching around me. He moves faster, knowing I like it hard. Once I’ve adjusted to him, I feel as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back into me, hitting my prostate, and it doesn’t take long for the tingling in my balls to intensify.

  “I’m close,” I tell him.

  “Me too. Come with me,” he commands.

  Slamming back into me one more time causes me to come all over his chest, and he’s right behind me. Collapsing on my chest, not caring that’s it covered in my cum, he kisses me.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing,” I say.

  He pulls his softening cock out of me, and I wince for a second. He instantly asks, “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

  I smile at him. “It was amazing; you could never hurt me.”

  He makes his way to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean us off. Soon, we’re lying on our sides, wrapped in each other’s arms. My back up is against his chest.

  “Thank you for today; it was amazing.”

  Pulling me closer to his chest, he says, “Every day with you is amazing, Lorenzo Ricci.”

  Just like that, real life comes crashing back over me: the lies, the deception, the worry. I’m glad he can’t see my face. My eyes would betray me, and the life I’ve kept hidden.

  Chapter 6 - Wyatt

  I wake up to the feeling of a body snuggled up against me, and a smile spreads across my face. Waking up with Lorenzo must be the highlight of my day. Having conflicting schedules means this doesn’t happen as often as I like. I slowly shift to not disturb him and look at his beautiful face. He always seems so peaceful when he’s sleeping. He thinks I don’t notice the worry behind his eyes, but I do. To hide this is problematic for him. His family means everything to him, but I’m sure they would understand in time.