by J. P. Scott
“You’re here! Why aren’t you on your way to Colorado?”
“Come here.”
I stepped up onto the porch as he commanded.
“Kiss me.”
I leaned in slowly, kissing gently when our lips met. He was real and not a figment of my imagination.
“I came back because I couldn’t leave you.”
“But what if you want to start drinking…or read the letters…” What about all the things he had said before he left?
“Ssshh…I was scared before. There was so much that I had not expected to have to confront. I didn’t know what to do.”
“What’s changed?”
“I was always running before. I drank and partied because I was just running away. I always could run, because I had no reason to stay.”
“I want you to be here, don’t get me wrong. But it may not be the right decision.”
“Come inside.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me in. “We can talk all about this in the morning. Tonight, we have other plans.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
I melted in his arms as we entered the bedroom. No longer was our kiss soft and gentle. Now it was fierce and rough. The unshaven stubble on his face scratched me. It also excited me and I buried my face in closer to his.
We fumbled with our clothes, parting to get shirts over our heads or when the button on his shirts did not want to slip through the hole. Between disrobing, our hands were reaching and grabbing, as if trying to grab all of each other before we somehow slipped away.
“I’m so glad you’re back.”
“I never should have left. I may have been hundreds of miles from here, but I would not have been able to face the day without you.”
My heart fluttered. I felt the same about him. If he stayed, that could change every decision I made about George’s property…and my future.
Naked, we tumbled to the bed, continuing to lock lips and entwining our arms and legs. He was on top of me, his weight on top of me commanding. Even though we had fucked so many times, this felt like it was the first and my body ached for the moment when he would enter me.
“I missed that cock.”
“Toys weren’t keeping you company?”
“They aren’t the same.”
“No, they’re not.”
Both of our cocks had swelled and were fighting for space between us. Jonathan sat up and grabbed my cock, jerking it slowly. I moaned with a pleasure more intense than any jerk off I could have done on my own. He moved in closer, pressing his cock against mine, his hand holding us together.
“Fuck, Josh. You feel so amazing.”
The friction was hitting all the right placed, “Stop…I don’t want to come yet.”
Jonathan rolled over so he was next to me. I sat up. I wanted to make him feel the intense sensations that he had been giving to me. I positioned myself so that I could suck him and took him in my mouth, working the head with my tongue and slowly taking more of him in. He pushed my head down, “All the way.” I gagged on his thickness and focused on breathing through my nose. I forced myself to take him in more. His hips shifted and he pressed into me, “Oh, fuck, Josh.”
I could not hold it longer and pulled back. Saliva dripped from my mouth. I took him in my mouth again, but did not go down as far. This time, focusing more on stroking and working my tongue.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I pulled back again, switching to stroking him with my hand, “What?”
“You heard me. I want you to fuck me.”
My cock twitched at the thought. Our play had either been with toys, oral, or him being the top. He had never let me, even when I had asked.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded.
I went to the nightstand and retrieved the lube. My cock bobbed while I walked, and I could feel the ache of longing throughout my body. With the lube, my fingers explored his ass as I prepped it. I pressed up against him and brought my face close to his.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you more,” I said back. My cock pushed into him. He gasped and then smiled and nodded that everything was okay. I began to move my hips back and forth, gaining speed. I leaned down to kiss him.
“Fuck me like you beg me to fuck you.”
I smiled. He had no idea what he was in for.
Chapter Thirty-Five
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Much like the night before he left, we fucked on and off through the night. We woke up in a tangle of sheets, pillows knocked on the floor, and dents in the wall where the headboard had slammed too hard.
“More repairs for me to do.”
“Let’s keep them there for a while. Something tells me that we will do it again.”
In the morning, he made coffee and toast and we cuddled in bed. I told him that Cody had found the letters and had seen the return address.
“Glen is Cody’s dad? I had no idea. I guess he looks more like his mom.”
I had so many questions for him, but felt it best to let him take his time to tell me what he wanted to tell me.
“I don’t think either of us knew we were gay. Just good friends that like to tie one on. We were pretty crazy back then. We’d load up with as much beer as we could carry, find a place to hang out, and who knew what would happen. Wrecked a few marriages, that’s for sure. There were probably half a dozen mailboxes I knocked over with my truck trying to drive home.”
“How did that turn to romance?”
“We were just hanging out at my place one time. All the other guys in the group must have been broke or trying to make it up to their wives. Our legs touched as we sat on the couch. We looked at each other. Then we started kissing. I honestly don’t even really know who started what.”
He drank his coffee and stared off, either trying to remember, or suddenly remembering and taking it in. “We didn’t know what the hell we were doing. A lot of hand jobs at first, some oral. All very sloppy at first. But it was strange, the more we started hanging out alone, the less we were drinking. We’d get together and just start fooling around.”
“When I got a job down in Phoenix doing construction…that’s when the letters started. He’d never really told me what he was feeling before. He never said much unless it was poking fun at someone, complaining about work, or asking about another beer. We wrote back and forth, sometimes sending letters every day. Every other weekend, I would drive back up and see him. He’d come stay at my place, leaving his wife and kids to fend for themselves and wonder what he was up to.”
Cody’s mom would have assumed it was a drinking bender.
“At some point, she found out?”
“To this day, I don’t know how. Maybe she found my letters? I always mailed them in care of his parent’s post office box. He would pick up their mail and deliver it to them. He may have been careless and stored the letters at his house. Maybe she followed him? All I know, is he came one time and said he had to cut if off. He wasn’t a queer like me.”
“You must have been blinds-sided.”
“I didn’t know what to do. I was left without any friends—the guys we still hung out with suddenly turned their backs on me. I started drinking again. This time it wasn’t for fun. There were no crazy antics and laughing. It was hard drinking and tears. And in my darkest days, I started cutting myself. I just wanted to feel something again.”
I pulled him close and kissed the top of his head. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
“It’s good to share that with someone outside of AA. I think they’re tired of me talking about it.”
I held up my coffee mug, “Well, here’s to making better memories.”
“To better memories.”
That day we made plans. Instead of the minor updates to get the place ready to sell, Jonathan sketched out some ideas for bigger improvement to the property and ways to increase the amount of money the place made. He identified a parcel of the property that would be good to install some RV hook up
and campsites that were out of the view of the regular cabins. Rentals of sporting equipment for the trails and the nearby lake could increase the cashflow from the families in the cabins.
“And maybe we should host a Pride Festival.”
“All the way out here? Who would come to that?”
“I bet we could get a lot of people to come up from Phoenix. There’s a large number of gays who like to go camping and do outdoorsy stuff.” He was lost in the possibility of it all, “And wouldn’t it be great for young kids in the area who are gay to see a large gathering of adults how have been where they were and made it through? I still remember going to my first Pride and just being blown away.”
I remembered mine, too. I still was not convinced that it would work here, but I said we could look into it.
“George is going to be so happy that I’m staying.”
“And I’m happy that there’s a place I can call home.”
Coming Soon from J. P. Scott
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Blaze—Burning Desire, Book 3
Cody never asked to fall in love—much less with two men. Two complicated men. He started the summer in love with Alex, but then he left. Josh became his friend and helped fill the void when Alex was gone. Is either man right for him? As the summer ends, Cody will face his family’s past and chart a course for his own future. Which man will be the one that goes with him?
Body Conscious—Body Heat, Book 1
Ollie’s life is simple. Go to work, go to the gym, eat a sensible dinner, repeat. How else is a gay man supposed to lose the weight and find a man? When he decides to break all his rules and chat with a faceless profile, he finds himself falling for a guy who does not fit any of his expectations. Ollie needs to decide what truly makes his temperature rise.
Miss the Burning Desire series beginning?
Spark—Burning Desire, Book 1
When sparks fly, who will get burned?
Alex thought he knew what he needed--a summer on the Mogollon Rim in Arizona to focus on finishing his next novel. Just like every summer--write, drink wine, take his dog for walks. He never anticipated Josh, Cody, and a long-forgotten mystery upending it all.
Josh moved to Arizona to help his ailing uncle George run his business during the busy tourist season. Far from the city and the world he knows, he finds himself attracted to Alex but unable to fully commit. What is his true intention?
Cody is young and looking to make something of himself in the world. He may be from a small town, but he knows more about the world than most men his age. What secrets does he carry with him?
Love can start with a spark, but the fire that starts reveals secrets and mysteries that will consume them all.
