Broken Rules

by Jade Buchanan

  Lifting a leg, Jonah wrapped it around Neil's thigh, desperate to get more pressure on his dick. He knew he was panting loudly, didn't give a damn how many people heard them outside. The drone of voices was audible even inside the cocoon of the men's room. It served to ratchet up the tension, make him even more desperate to have Neil take him. Right here. Right inside Rich's bar, his friends and family outside.

  As if he knew exactly what Jonah was thinking, Neil angled his head, taking Jonah's lips with his next breath. Jonah slid his hands under Neil's shirt, touching bare skin, molding his fngers along the angles and dips of Neil's stomach.

  Neil's tongue thrust between Jonah's lips, tasting of the beer he'd consumed but there was an underlying favor that was all Neil. Jonah's head tilted back, coming to rest against the bathroom wall. Neil pressed closer, as if he was unwilling to let even a millimeter of air to come between them.

  He wasn't complaining. In fact, if he had his way there would be nothing between them. He needed to take his clothes off. He needed to feel Neil skin to skin.

  Neil tossed his head back with a gasp, his gaze intent and heated. Rough hands turned Jonah suddenly, slamming his chest into the wall. Jonah grunted, shivering when Neil pulled up his shirt. The material dragged up his skin, causing a burning friction along sensitive nerves. Neil wouldn't let him back up, wouldn't let him move at all. His shirt was pulled over his head, the material caught behind his neck, effectively locking him in place when Neil fsted his hand in the material and kept hold of it. Warm breath ghosted over his jaw, down his neck. He shivered again, goosebumps rising on his fesh. Gasping, Jonah pressed his chest against the cold wall, rubbing his dick against grout and tile.

  "You want more?"

  "Please, s'il vous plait… baisez-moi, Neil… fuck me…"

  "Not yet."

  Oh, he didn't want to know what that meant, was almost afraid of what Neil had planned for him. Suddenly, Neil's hard body backed away before Jonah's jeans were unceremoniously yanked down his legs. The move was accompanied by the sound of Neil's knees hitting the ground. Thank God he'd already unbuckled his belt and unzipped to take a piss or that might have hurt. He grinned, pressing his cheek against the tile, thrusting his ass back into Neil's face.

  A wet swipe across his ass cheek was his reward for that little move. Smiling now, he wiggled his hips, moaning when Neil's tongue followed his movements. Arrowing in on his prize, Neil licked a path down his crack, glancing over his puckered entrance. Jonah shivered, his nerves on fre. The faint stubble on Neil's face was an erotic counterpart to the hot, moist tongue that was playing hell with his control.

  Thrusting a hand down, Jonah gripped the base of his shaft, stroking up to run his palm over his glans. He spread the precum that had been steadily weeping from his slit, the back of his hand wet where it touched the wall his cock had been sliding against. Jonah bucked his hips, fucking his hand, pushing his ass back into Neil. Hard hands grabbed his hips tightly enough that he would defnitely bear this man's marks tomorrow. Neil grunted, stabbing his tongue into Jonah's ass, tasting him, saliva coating Jonah's skin. Making him nice and slick for Neil.

  "Please, Neil. I'm too close." They could go slow the next time, but it had been too long for him. He ached to feel Neil flling him up, fucking him with deep and steady strokes.

  Neil must have felt the same way. He surged to his feet, unbuckling his belt. The metal tab slapped against Jonah's ass, the sound clear over Jonah's panting breaths. And there it was… Neil's silky shaft.

  Jonah froze, nearly overcome by the feel of Neil rocking into him, sliding his dick between Jonah's legs, along his crease. He lifted up, rubbing over the small of Jonah's back. Putting his mark on Jonah. Claiming him in the most elemental way. He loved it, couldn't get enough of this.

  Neil's fngers touched between Jonah's ass, now wet with something more than his precum. Where'd he get the lube? One of those single packets in his pocket? A broad fnger speared into him, shattering his thoughts.

  A second fnger joined the frst, thrusting deeply, spreading Jonah's ass, making room for the wide cock Jonah had only felt and not seen. He looked over his shoulder, arching his back to try and see the moment when Neil took him.

  Fingers were removed and then there was a thick presence at his hole, insistent. Rocking, Jonah tried to entice Neil to hurry up. He couldn't breathe, couldn't form the words he needed to say. He could practically feel his brain cells overloading one by one.

  He felt so full, his muscles stretching, making way for Neil's thrusting cock. Slow, so slow it was killing him. As if Neil wanted to savor every millimeter of Jonah's ass. A long drawn out moan flled the air, Jonah's head tilting back, hitting Neil's shoulder.

  Finally, he felt the brush of hair at his entrance, Neil was seated inside him to the hilt, his pelvis warm against Jonah's ass.

  Pulling out, he thrust back inside, jerking Jonah's body. Neil froze, growling, his control close to snapping. Jonah undulated, moving his body on the fat presence inside him.

  "Damn, Jonah, you feel so good. Un-fucking-believable, baby."

  It was obviously too much for his friend. His grip tightened on Jonah's hips, he began to roll his hips, a move that would make a stripper proud. The deep movements touched something inside Jonah, unlocked a part of him he thought had been lost long ago. His chest tightened, a sob perilously close to escaping.

  Neil pressed him into the wall, blanketing his back, skin sliding against skin with every rocking roll of his hips. The sound of his pelvis slapping against Jonah's ass was deafening in the sudden silence, the slap slap slap of skin flling Jonah's ears. His skin sheened with sweat, making everything slicker, more arousing.

  He lost himself to the feel of Neil holding him, fucking him. One of Neil's hands slid up, around his body, covering his heart.

  "Neil!"

  Jonah jerked, his body tense as lightning fashed through his frame. Oh, it was too much. Opening his mouth on a soundless cry, he arched, driving himself harder onto Neil's pistoning cock, his cum shooting out to coat the wall in front of him. Shudders wracked his body, and his vocal cords fnally relaxed, a pain-flled moan bursting out. Dimly, he was aware of Neil following him into release, pulsing warmth flling his ass. He didn't know how long he was vulnerable, shaking, sobbing from the knife-edged pleasure. It hurt, but in such a glorious way that he never wanted it to end.

  "Shhh… baby, I've got you." That warm hand slid down to cover his belly, holding him in place. Neil ran his other hand up and down Jonah's back, soothing him through his orgasm. "I've got you."

  Jonah gasped in the silence of his room, his fantasy so vivid he had no trouble falling over the edge to orgasm.

  Shuddering, Jonah buried his head in his pillow to muffe his sobs, wet warmth flling his pants, coating his cock. It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Crisse, he would give anything to be able to have Neil here with him right now.

  Still… it felt damn good to be able to come with Neil's name on his tongue.

  Jonah arched a fnal time, rolling over onto his back. What a way to wake up. Now he could face the day. Jonah relaxed against the mound of pillows, crossing his arms behind his head.

  He studied the light coming into the guest room, memories of last night making him smile.

  Stretching, Jonah swung his legs over the side of the bed, stripping his pajama pants off and cleaning the remains of his dream off himself. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and padded into the hallway. Once again, he was greeted by Rita­ Anne's little black and white cat. Picking her up, he scratched her under her chin with his free hand.

  "Hey, sleeping beauty. Good morning." Rita-Anne beamed at him. She was sitting down at the kitchen table, a sheaf of paper in front of her and notes spread out over half the surface.

  "Morning, Reet."

  "Did you have fun last night?"

  He smiled shyly. "It was great. I got to talk to Mr. Edwards."

  "That old coot? What's new with him?" />
  "Not much, he wanted to tell me about the teapot over at the hospital."

  Rita-Anne laughed loudly. "His name is Matthew Clark. He's from Toronto, originally. Young guy, maybe early twenties. Nice, though. I really like him. God, did Mr. Edwards really call him a teapot?"

  "You know what that means?"

  Rolling her eyes, Reet just shook her head. "Who else was there?"

  "Chris Brogan and one of his friends. I saw Shorty, remember him? Crisse, he was a good goalie. Oh, and Jacob Harning was there. I got to talk to him for a bit after Mr. Edwards left. There were a few of the guys from my old team too. We had a beer or two."

  "I fgured you had when I heard the door open this morning without the betraying sound of a motor."

  "Yeah, we closed down the joint. Neil and I both walked home, left our cars there. I've never been so happy to be back in Haileybury. Took me ten minutes to walk back here. You know how long it takes to wait for a cab in Calgary after midnight? I'd probably still be waiting there."

  She laughed, writing something down on the sheet of paper in front of her.

  "Was I loud this morning? I fgured you wouldn't hear when I came in."

  As long as she didn't know what time he came this morning, he'd be fne with that.

  Tabarnac, at least he'd been here long enough to have an excuse for having to do laundry already. She might be suspicious if he headed down to the washing machine with just a pair of pajama bottoms.

  "I sleep like my mom, Jonah. The heater kicking in wakes me up. Don't worry, you were quiet. Henry didn't even stir." She bit the tip of her pen before writing something else down.

  "Speaking of your mom, when are they coming in?" Rita­ Anne's parents had moved down south years ago, but he was sure they'd be here. He wasn't exactly looking forward to it since he hadn't seen or talked to them in a decade, but they were still his aunt and uncle.

  "Dad can't travel as well anymore, so they're waiting until the day before the funeral. They'll be staying at that new hotel over in Diamond."

  Ah, that made sense. He supposed he could have booked a room at the hotel, but he needed to be around family right now. What little of it there was left.

  "What're you doing?" His furry passenger abandoned him, jumping off and landing on the table, immediately batting at the papers in front of Rita-Anne.

  Rita-Anne shooed her away. "Folks are starting to come in tomorrow, so we're going to have a little get together at our place. I need to get a few things from the store, and I'm trying to decide what to make. It has to be different from whatever we're having after the funeral. I'm going to invite family and friends back to our house once the reception is over at the Church. Maybe spaghetti. You think I should make spaghetti tomorrow?"

  "How many are coming over?" He made his way to the coffee pot, nearly crying at the wonderful aroma. Inhaling deeply, he flled up a mug, just holding it in front of his nose.

  "Maybe thirty?"

  "You don't know?" Taking a bracing sip, he closed his eyes and moaned. Oh, that was good. Exactly what he needed this morning. Actually, what he needed this morning was a bit of grease. Oh, eggs fried in butter, with a side of bacon. Maybe some pancakes with crispy edges. Nearly whimpering, Jonah tried not to drool at the mental picture of his perfect breakfast.

  "Assez! The last time I heard a man moaning like that was when I left Henry in a satiated puddle this morning. I don't need to hear that from you."

  "Merde, Reet. Thanks for that. I really don't need to picture straight sex. Ewww. All those weird girl parts." He mock shuddered, moving out of the way when she threw a ball of wadded up paper at him.

  "Don't get too comfortable, mon petit chou-feur. I need you and Henry to go to the grocery store and pick up a few things for tomorrow. I'm almost certain I'm going to make spaghetti."

  "Can you make me breakfast frst?"

  Rita-Anne paused, staring up at him. She took in his person, smirked and shook her head. "Need a bit of grease, chou-feur?"

  "I'm not afraid to get down on my knees and beg."

  "Hey, that's my line, Jonah." Henry walked into the room behind him, leaning down to kiss Rita-Anne on the forehead.

  Jonah grinned. "Please. Pretty please?"

  "Oh, go on with you. Go have a shower, and by the time you're out I'll have some eggs and bacon ready for you."

  If Henry hadn't been standing in the room, Jonah might just have leaped up and done a happy dance. Oh, crisse, not as if he hadn't seen him acting like an idiot before. Quickly doing a little hop around the kitchen, Jonah ignored Henry's barking laughter. "And pancakes? With crispy edges?"

  "Pancakes too. Go! Sortez!"

  An hour later, with his belly full of greasy, lovely, wonderful food, Jonah walked into the local grocery behind Henry.

  "Okay, here's our plan of attack. You get the pasta and sauce, I'll get the veggies and fruit. We'll meet at the back by the meat and then come down the junk food aisle for some munchies."

  Jonah shook his head, staring at his cousin-in-law. "Why do I have to get the pasta? She didn't specify what kind of pasta and I'll be there for twenty minutes if you make me go alone."

  "Don't start with me. It's bad enough I have to get veggies. What kind of veggies? She just told me to get enough for snack food."

  "We should call for reinforcements."

  "Right, like that won't lose me major brownie points with my wife. I can do this, but I will leave you behind if you fail in your mission."

  "So much for brotherly love. Never leave a man behind. Isn't that how it's supposed to go?"

  "These are drastic times, Jonah. You gotta keep up." Henry grinned, turning to grab a basket by the automatic doors. He held it out to Jonah, grabbing another for himself.

  Laughing, Jonah took the basket, swinging it back and forth. "I'll meet you at the back."

  He made his way to the pasta aisle, nodding at a few familiar faces on the way. Wow, Mrs. Haversham looked old. And he couldn't get over how many little kids he saw running around. Weren't they supposed to be in school?

  "Hey, Jonah! Debbie said you were back. How are you?"

  Turning at the familiar voice, Jonah smiled at Tom Brogan, Neil's oldest brother. The man was the spitting image of Neil, same brown hair, same mischievous glint in his eyes. He wasn't quite as buff though, the beginnings of a paunch were just showing beneath a faded blue dress shirt and a pair of pressed khakis.

  "Tom. Neil said you worked here. How you doing?" He held out his hand, laughing when Tom ignored it and pulled him into a bear hug. He clasped Tom with one arm, keeping the grocery basket out of the way with the other.

  Tom drew back, patting him on the shoulder. "Real good. I'm doing better than I ever thought I would. Happy, you know?"

  "I'm glad. You deserve it."

  "I'm real sorry about your mom, Jonah. We're all going to miss her something ferce."

  A familiar lump clogging his throat, Jonah nodded. He knew how much the Brogans had cared for him and his family. Once upon a time, at least. He had no idea what things had been like when he'd been gone. "Yeah, me too."

  Tom cocked his head, wisely changing the subject. "Bet it's good to see Neil, eh?"

  Jonah thought about his dream this morning. It defnitely would be good to see more of Neil, but he'd take what he could get. He still had a warm feeling from that pleasant little interlude. Even if it was a dream, it was still the most action he'd gotten in a while. "Yeah, I'm glad he could get the time off to come up here."

  "No joke. It wasn't easy, either, to hear Debbie tell it. Apparently his girlfriend called last night before he headed out to meet you at Matheson's. Tore a blinding strip off him about being gone. I sure wish he'd just go ahead and dump her already. Girl's a pain in the ass, I tell you."

  White noise flled his ears, almost hiding the rest of Tom's words. His mind had gone blank at the word girlfriend. He hoped he wasn't standing still like a jackass, but he hadn't expected the shaft of pain that hit him at the confrmation that N
eil was with someone. Of course, naturally, he'd known it was likely but Neil hadn't once mentioned anything about being with someone, and they'd seen each other enough that it should have come up. Why was he so surprised? And why did that hurt so much? He lifted his hand, rubbing his chest. Well, there went his happy mood.

  Suddenly, Jonah wished he was back in bed this morning, dreaming of what could be. Well, stupid of him. He knew better. He really did. It was no use lusting after the straight boys. There was no future for him and Neil and he just had to deal with it.

  No matter how much it pained him.

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