by Lynn Lorenz
Relax. It’s not happening. It’s not real. It’s over.
He had no idea how long he lay there, trying to get back to normal. Trying to slow the rise and fall of his chest, the racing heartbeat. At last, he calmed.
Maybe he should have gone to the ER, but if they’d seen this, they’d just have called him crazy. Maybe sedate him against his will. Keep him there overnight, and he’d miss work. Something he just could not do, because it would not fit with the ‘I fell and hit my head’ excuse.
No, this was best. He could deal with this…reaction. He just needed to get back to work, forget about the…situation. It was over and he needed to move on.
That big cop, Brian, had said he’d take a statement tomorrow. Please don’t let him come to work. The last thing he needed was to explain that to his manager…or Jimmy.
He’d have to call the guy and arrange to see him after work. Where the hell did I put that card?
Phillip leaned over the bed and grabbed his jeans. He’d slipped the card into his back pocket. He recovered his wallet and slid the card into one of the holders.
Tomorrow. Get in, open the garage, then call the cop. Back to normal.
Phillip’s face and side throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
Fuck my life.
Chapter Three
Rush rolled over in bed as Brian lifted the covers and slid under.
“Hey, you.” He reached out, wrapped his arms around Brian and snugged him in close. “Missed you.” The scent of his lover never failed to arouse him. The damp hair told him Brian had showered before coming to bed.
Brian sighed, melting into the embrace. Rush kissed him on the temple. “Rough day?” It had to be after midnight, a long day for Brian’s shift. Usually he made it home before midnight.
“Yeah. Nothing bad, just…” A low, soft growl rumbled in Brian’s chest.
“Just?” After six months of living together, Rush had Brian’s signals down. This was a pause, not an ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ sign.
“My last call was over at the Last Chance bar. Fight.”
“That dive? You know it’s got a reputation, right?” Several, in fact. The one Rush knew about was, if a fellow was looking for some anonymous bathroom sex, that was the place to go. He’d never taken a risk to find out—he’d preferred going to Houston for his nameless sex. At least until earlier this year.
“Yeah. Well, tonight this poor guy propositioned the wrong guy, who instead of saying sorry, no thanks, beat the crap out of him.”
Rush frowned. “A young gay guy? Here in Spring Lake? Do we know him?”
Brian gave a soft chuckle. “You do know we don’t know all the gays in town, don’t you? Some of them have to be in the closet, right?”
Rush kissed him on the cheek and slid his hand over Brian’s belly. “I know. It’s just…” He played with Brian’s nipple. Brian moaned and turned toward him.
“Yeah. Familiar story, huh?”
Rush nodded. “What happened? You arrest the guy?”
“No. I arrested the asshole who beat him up. It wasn’t a money thing, it was a sex thing. Guy refused to go to the hospital or have the EMTs see him. I would have insisted, but…I took him home instead. He’ll make a statement tomorrow.”
“Good. Glad he’s not spending the night in jail.” Rush nodded and moved his hand lower on Brian’s belly.
“Well, he might just be in worse shape if it comes out he’s gay. He’s afraid he’ll lose his job and his home.”
“Damn.” Rush knew those fears up close and personal. Those demons had ridden him for years, until he’d met Brian and decided he was worth fighting for. Worth stepping out of the closet for.
“Hey, honey.” Brian rolled on top of Rush and gazed down into his eyes. “Speaking of blow jobs…” He gave Rush a wicked grin, then kissed him hard and dirty, tangling his tongue with Rush’s.
Rush pushed his hips up, letting Brian feel the hardness of his erection against his belly. “I love when you speak about blow jobs.”
“Do you?” Brian moved lower, kissing his way down Rush’s body. He lingered over his nipples, sucking, scraping them with his teeth then circling them with his tongue.
Rush moaned louder. “Brian, fuuuck.” When Brian pushed Rush’s legs apart and kissed up the inside of his thighs, Rush nearly came off the bed. His cock, standing up against his belly, leaked a drop of pre-cum.
Brian licked it up before it fell. “So sweet.” He gazed up at Rush and smiled.
Rush’s heart melted and sped up, beating faster in anticipation of the moment when Brian would take him completely into his mouth. But Brian kept kissing and licking the shaft, drawing it out, teasing Rush until he almost exploded.
“Please. Fuck. Brian.” Rush threaded his fingers into Brian’s short, crisp hair and urged him to take his cock.
A wicked chuckle vibrated against his belly. “Bastard,” Rush grumbled.
Just when he couldn’t take any more, Brian swallowed him.
“Jesus!” Rush rose off the bed as he thrust up, deeper into Brian’s mouth. “Take me, you bastard. Make me come. Suck me down.” Brian’s moves made Rush talk dirty and he ranted as Brian sucked hard then slid down with a scrape of teeth.
Brian worked his tongue under the head of Rush’s cock, flicking the thick membrane, then delving into the slit. Rush’s sac tightened and lightning raced along his shaft, to his balls and up his spine.
“Gonna come! Christ! Swallow it. Do it. Oh, fuck.” He groaned and exploded, his cum shooting, jerking his body with each spurt.
And Brian swallowed it, humming as he did, showing Rush that he loved it. When he finally pulled off, it was with a loud pop and a satisfied slurp.
“Damn, love the way you taste.” Brian shifted to the side and stretched out along Rush’s body. “Open for me. I have something for you.” He leaned over and kissed him, forcing his way in, parting Rush’s teeth with one hand on his jaw.
Rush stopped fighting. “Give it.”
Brian tangled his tongue with Rush’s and the explosion of cum burst across his buds. Salty, bitter, and his. He knew his own flavor as well as he knew Brian’s. Lately, Brian had a thing about sharing their cum.
A hard cock pressed into Rush’s side. Brian hadn’t come yet. “What do you want?”
“I want to come on you. On your chest, then lick it off. Then make you taste it.” Brian’s smile went all evil and Rush moaned. Damn, yes!
“Climb on board, Officer.” Rush patted his belly. “Want to see you jerk that thick cock of yours. Want to see you come hard and hot all over me.”
Brian straddled him then leaned over and kissed him again. He wrapped his hand around his dick and made a little sound, like a sigh of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, you know I love watching you.” Rush pushed a pillow under his head to get a better view of the action. Brian sat on his knees, on either side of Rush’s hips, and rubbed his balls over Rush’s limp dick. Rush passed him a bottle of lube from the bedside table.
It was hot as hell, and Brian put on a show better than any porno he’d ever watched. The way Brian threw his head around, hissed as he stroked, applying the lube thick, the way he pumped his hips, making his balls drag along the length of Rush’s slowly thickening shaft, just drove Rush crazy.
The sounds. Christ. He could get off on the sounds alone. Brian’s gasps, the slurp of the lube as he worked it over his cock with his hand, and his own answering cries.
He’d given up the safety of the closet for this man and, every day they spent together, he was thankful he’d had the guts to do it. To realize he was damn lucky to have Brian, and that Brian wanted him as badly as he wanted Brian. Despite that, deep inside Rush lurked the fear that if Brian ever left, he’d destroyed his life for nothing.
Brian threw his head back, shook it and cursed a string of profanity a sailor would be proud of. He knew the dirty talk turned Rush on, the son of a bitch.
“I want to fuck you, Rush. Want to s
hove my dick up your ass, so hard and so deep you can feel me in your throat. Want to come on you, cover your face in my jiz, paint your chest with white-hot stripes. Make you taste me, come on your tongue, in your mouth. Fuuuck!”
Brian jerked himself so hard and fast his fist was a blur. He bent over on himself, as if gathering his cum inside, and with a hard thrust of his hips, he straightened. “Take it. I’m coming! Oh fuck, it’s so good!”
And he shot his load. Fat drops of hot cum landed on Rush’s chest, then turned into ropes of white, like whip marks laid over his skin, as Brian emptied.
“Oh, fucking Christ.” Brian exhaled as he slipped his hand over and over his deflating dick, easing the last drops of cum onto his fingers. Then he raised his hand to his mouth and licked them clean.
Rush shuddered, his cock now stiff and his balls aching. What this man did to him. Dear God. “I love you, babe.”
“Love you too.” Brian swung his leg over and knelt next to Rush. He bent over and ran his tongue through the patterns of cooling cum on Rush’s chest. “You’re going to eat this.” Rush shuddered, the idea of it making him even harder.
When Brian got a mouthful, he held out his tongue.
“Give it to me. I want to taste you.” Rush opened his mouth and accepted the gift from Brian. They kissed, swapping the cum back and forth, until it was gone.
Brian broke away, grinning like a fool. “You love that, honey, don’t you?”
“I love anything you do to me.” Rush rolled over on top of Rush. “You did such a good job of turning me on, I’m hard again. Going to fuck you till I come.”
“Fuck, yes!” Brian grabbed the lube and slicked Rush’s cock up. “Fuck me, babe. Use me hard. Make me feel you tomorrow.”
That was all Brian had to say. “Roll over.” He slapped Brian’s hip. “Want to fuck you like this.” He loved looking at Brian while they fucked, but there was something about fucking him from behind that cranked Rush’s engine. He wanted to come fast and hard and this would do it.
“Gonna fuck you into the mattress.” He grabbed Brian’s hips with his hands and pulled him back, then he guided his dick to Brian’s hole and pushed in. They slid together, slotting like two perfect pieces, a lock and a key, until Rush had buried himself deep in Brian.
“Do it.” Brian braced himself and widened his knees a bit more. “Don’t hold back. Slam me.”
Rush took his first stroke, pulling out then pounding back in. He didn’t stop, just kept going, deep and hard, making Brian cry out, in a mix of pleasure and pain that sounded so familiar and so damned sexy. Same as when Brian fucked him hard.
“Christ. I love fucking you.”
“Love being fucked by you.”
“You’re mine, Brian. Mine to fuck.” He angled down and slid over Brian’s prostate. Brian howled and his arms collapsed, with only his ass in the air, as he took Rush’s dick. Rush braced his arms on Brian’s shoulders as he rode him, pinning him to the mattress.
It was going to be soon. All Rush had to do was look down, watch as his cock slid in and out of Brian’s hole. Watch it open, contract, again and again.
“So fucking beautiful. My cock reaming your ass.” He placed his fingers on either side of his shaft as it entered and left, knowing he added another sensation of pleasure for both of them.
Brian cried out. “Coming! Oh fuck!” The pulses of his orgasm squeezed along Rush’s cock, setting him off.
He lost it. Pushed in deep as he could go and emptied. As if his soul had poured out of his dick and entered Brian.
When the spurting stopped, he pulled out and Brian slid down to the mattress. Rush pried Brian’s ass cheeks apart to watch his jiz ooze from Brian’s now closed hole.
“Fuck, that’s pretty.” He leaned down and licked a tongue-load of it. Two could play this game. “Gimme a kiss.”
Brian rolled partway over and reached for Rush without hesitation, opening his mouth to accept Rush’s cum.
They kissed, then Rush fell back on the bed, exhausted but satisfied. Rush got up, padded over to the bathroom sink, got a warm, wet cloth and came back. In a few quick wipes, he had them both cleaned up.
Brian rolled onto his side. “Spoon me.”
“You’re so needy.” Rush chuckled as he climbed into bed.
“You love it.”
“Yeah, I do.” He kissed the back of Brian’s neck as he tucked himself against Brian. “Perfect.”
“Perfect.”
A brief flash of worry ran across Rush’s mind. That poor kid beaten for just trying to connect with someone.
It could have been me all those years ago.
* * * *
In the morning, they sat at the table over egg whites, turkey bacon and two pieces of wheat toast, light on the butter. A few weeks after Thanksgiving, Brian had gotten on a health kick, which meant Rush had to put up with their meals together being, how did he say it?, “Not quite satisfying.” And right before the holidays. At least he hadn’t ruined Thanksgiving.
Rush put down his fork. “So, I’m thinking, what do you think about inviting everyone to the ranch for Christmas? We’ve got enough bedrooms. We can have Christmas Eve dinner, then do a light breakfast before the big meal.”
“You just want to eat ‘real’ food.” Brian snickered as he shook his head.
“Naw, but that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I just figured, hell, it’s sort of all of our first Christmas together, and since we all sort of owe thanks to each other for meeting…” Rush shrugged. “It just felt a bit small on Thanksgiving. Not that I’m used to a big family to-do or I didn’t enjoy going into San Antonio to a fancy hotel meal, but I’d like to spend the day with friends, you know?”
Brian grinned. “I think that’s a great idea. I’m working Christmas Eve, but I have Christmas Day off. Not sure about Jack. Edward’s spa will be closed. Guess I’ll have to call Mitchell and Sammi and find out if they can make it. But I think it’s a great idea!” He dug into the last bit of egg white, scooping it up with a triangle of wheat toast, then popped it into his mouth.
“A big Christmas blow-out with all the trimmings sounds great.” Rush nodded. “Can you call Mitchell and check with Jack? I’ll start getting the decorations out of the shed.” Rush’s voice couldn’t contain his excitement, as if he were a kid again. “I’ve never really hosted a party before, if you don’t count poker nights.”
“Say, what if y’all decorate the tree on Christmas Eve? Oh, and how about no gifts? I know money’s tight for most of us.” Brian stood, picked up the dishes and headed to the sink. He spoke over his shoulder, “It’d be awesome if this became a tradition.”
Rush rose then walked to the door where his coat and hat were hung. “Sure. Why not? And I agree about the gifts. Frankly, I have no idea what to get any of them anyway.” He slipped into his jacket, buttoned it up and swiped his hat off the rack and onto his head. With one hand on the door, he paused.
“Hey, what do you think about asking that fella from the bar fight, Mott, was it? Maybe he might need a place to land for the day.”
Brian looked up from wiping down the table. “Phillip Mott?” He scrunched his eyebrows together. “I guess so. I’m going to take his statement sometime today, I can ask him then.” With that he sauntered over to Rush and leaned into him. “Have a great day ridin’ the range, cowboy.”
Rush met him halfway and landed a kiss on Brian’s mouth. “You too, Officer. See you at lunch.” Rush ran his hands over Brian’s T-shirt, then let them drop to his side. Rush’s work started early, and Brian was on the late shift, going in about the time Rush finished. They’d only see each other at lunch and later when they passed each other as Brian left. In between, Brian usually did some housework, laundry and such. If he were lucky, he’d get a nap in before he had to go to work.
“I’ll start a crockpot meal for you and the guys’ lunch. If we leave any leftovers you can have them for dinner, if that’s okay?” Brian backed away toward the kitchen. Rush, Manuel,
and his hired hand Joey wouldn’t show up for lunch until around one p.m.
“If they don’t, I’ll scrounge something up, don’t worry.” Rush touched the brim of his Stetson with his hand and left, shutting the door behind him before the cold seeped in.
Brian headed back to their bedroom and got his phone off the charger. He’d have to wait until later in the morning to call the guys to make plans for the holiday. In the meantime, he wondered why Rush wanted to invite Mott. Then he wondered why he hadn’t thought of it first.
Chapter Four
“So, everyone will be there?” Sammi cradled the phone between his neck and shoulder as he slipped on one of the oven mitts. Any minute now the timer would go off.
“Yep. And you can come up anytime you want or stay for as long as you want. You’re out of school, right?” Brian sounded excited about the holiday get-together he and Rush were planning.
“Yes, but Mitchell just started a new job, so I can’t promise. I need to check with him when he gets home. I’ve got time. School doesn’t start back until mid-January, but I’m working at the grill part-time until then. I’ll talk to Otto, but I’m sure I can get some time off. He was talking about shutting down for a few days anyway.”
“You could drive up and Mitchell could come up later.” Brian made it sound so tempting. A few days out of Houston and in the country, on Rush’s ranch? It’d be like a real vacation, something he’d never had in his life.
“Yeah, I could. Let me talk to Mitchell, see what days he’s got off.”
“Sure. And remember, no gifts. Just let me know the plans. Talk to you later.” Brian hung up.
Sammi did a little dance right there in the kitchen. A vacation! Maybe he could go to Edward’s spa and have a spa day! He’d heard some women talking about it at the grill and it sounded downright decadent. He knew Edward had opened a business in Spring Lake, but he’d never dreamed he’d go to one. He stopped dancing and looked at his bare feet.
There were a few things he’d always wanted to do and a pedicure was on the list. He’d never been pampered like that. Sure, he’d been kept locked up in a penthouse, but it didn’t mean he’d been spoiled. Far from it.
