by Ariel Tachna
Gerald moved one hand to flatten it over Brett’s heart. “Don’t you feel it?” he whispered.
“I do,” Brett said with a nod. “Like we were meant to be here, like everything in my life has led right up to this moment. Like the rest of my life—our lives—is waiting for us to take the first step down that road.”
Gerald nodded slowly. “Yes,” he murmured. “Yes, that’s it.” He kissed Brett longingly before walking backward. “Come on,” he coaxed. “Any more of that, and we won’t get any swim at all.”
“Did you really think we were coming out here to swim?” Brett teased, but he followed Gerald into the deeper water, stretching out on his back and relaxing into long, easy strokes.
“Like you said,” Gerald answered, cutting through the bath-water-warm cove, “We have the rest of our lives, right?”
“I suppose we do at that,” Brett agreed, swimming after Gerald. Catching up with his lover, he snagged a foot, pulling hard and dunking him. “Tag, you’re it.”
Flailing about, Gerald surfaced with a gasp. “Hey!” He swiped at Brett and started chasing him.
Laughing, Brett flipped onto his stomach and swam off as quickly as he could. His mirth hampered his usually fluid strokes, though, and slowed him down.
Gerald caught him, gave him a moment to catch his breath, and then dunked him in return as he laughed. Once Brett bobbed back above the water, he kissed him firmly.
“Love you,” Brett murmured through the kiss. “Love you, love you, love you!”
Gerald sighed happily and held him closer for a long moment before he lifted his head and looked around. “What’s that sound?”
Brett paused to listen. “Cicadas,” he said after a moment. “They’re really loud this year. They say it goes in seventeen-year cycles, but I hear them every summer. Although they aren’t always this loud.”
Gerald shook his head. “No, it sounds like a shower running.”
“Oh, that’s the spring that feeds the lake. It’s down beyond the house. We can swim that way if you want, or we can hike out to it tomorrow if you want to see it.”
“Another time,” Gerald murmured. “I’ve changed my mind. I want to make love to you under the moon.” He slid his lips along the line of Brett’s neck.
“We can go back to the house and make love on the porch,” Brett replied huskily, head tipping back, “or we can swim down to the spring and make love in the pool there. Whichever you prefer.”
“Mmm. The porch will be easier another time when I don’t want to wait. Let’s go see the spring,” Gerald said as he nipped at Brett’s throat.
“You gonna let go of me so we can swim?” Brett teased, his arms still firmly in place around Gerald’s waist as he kicked in the general direction of the spring.
Gerald sighed aloud, exaggerating it. “I suppose.” He huffed, but it was offset by his smile as he started swimming alongside Brett.
A five-minute swim later, Brett led Gerald out of the lake to the warm spring that bubbled in the darkness. The pool was only about waist-deep, the rocks lining it worn smooth by the water running over them. “Now, you said something about making love,” he said, opening his arms in welcome.
Gerald slid against him as his hands moved along warm, wet skin. “Yes,” he breathed. “Over and over and over.” He kissed Brett’s shoulder, neck, and cheek between each repetition.
Brett shivered despite the warm water. “Yes,” he husked, head tipping back as he offered his body to his lover. His hands guided the dark head lower, to his peaked nipples.
His tongue slithering over taut skin, Gerald hummed as he gripped Brett’s hip and curled one arm around Brett’s back so he could tip his lover back against the rocks, leaving his body spread out in front of him.
Brett reclined back on his elbows, legs spread, body on display for Gerald to enjoy. He gasped as his lover licked and kissed his way down his torso and then back up again, random wanderings that stopped just short of tickling that left him floating on a sea of anticipation and arousal.
“Even this water can’t cut the taste of your skin,” Gerald said between suckling his nipples and biting at his hip bone. “And I want to taste more.” He dragged his tongue along the hot, hard cock between Brett’s thighs.
Brett’s hips bucked up into the inflammatory touch. He pushed farther out of the water so only his calves were still submerged. “All you want,” he husked. “Just tell me.”
“You,” Gerald growled. “You and only you.” He covered Brett with his own body to make a ravenous attack on his mouth.
Brett returned the hungry kiss, their teeth clashing in their urgency. Gerald’s skin was hot against the cool night air, sending shivers down Brett’s spine as he pushed up against his lover. Hoping he could hold their combined weight with one hand, he wrapped the other arm around Gerald’s shoulders, fingers digging into hard muscle.
Gerald ground himself against Brett’s thigh, his thick cock slipping against damp skin. “Need you around me,” he muttered as he licked and sucked at his lover’s swollen lips.
Brett’s legs parted wider as he gasped, his hips tilting up to give Gerald access to his body. “Want that,” Brett agreed, lying flat so he could reach behind himself in search of his entrance. He was still loose from their earlier lovemaking, so he was sure it wouldn’t be too difficult to take Gerald even without lube to ease the way.
Eyes intent on Brett’s, Gerald slowly slid down his body until he was between his knees. First he teased Brett’s erection with lips and tongue; then without warning he pulled his mouth away from the needy flesh and sank to drag his tongue under Brett’s balls.
Brett cried out in delight when he realized where Gerald’s tongue was heading. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, spreading his ass cheeks wide and pulling his knees up to his chest so he was completely open to his lover’s mouth. “Gerry,” he groaned.
Gerald wasted no time, wanting to prepare Brett well. The desire cramped his gut, he wanted Brett so badly. He thrust his tongue deep without preamble, thrilled by Brett’s unfettered reaction.
Trembling, Brett rocked against the questing tongue, crying out with each inward thrust, moaning in protest each time it withdrew. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he chanted, an impatient, desperate litany as Gerald ratcheted his passion higher and higher until Brett thought he would go out of his mind.
Reaching to encircle and pump Brett’s cock, Gerald kept sucking and invading, his tongue spearing through the ring of spasming muscle, giving Brett no break to breathe.
Brett thrashed around as he tried to stave off his climax a little longer, but Gerald was too good at pushing all his buttons. “Gonna… come!”
Gerald’s hand moved faster on Brett’s cock, his fingers tightening in rhythm that matched his tongue, and unable to hold back anymore, Brett’s balls pulled up. His entire body contracted as he spewed his release across Gerald’s fingers and his own belly. He collapsed back against the rocks, panting harshly as the stimulation continued, extending the aftershocks of his orgasm until he was completely limp.
Moving above him, Gerald slid his fingers through the slick come and slicked his cock before nudging between Brett’s legs and beginning to push inside. The stretching and licking he’d done had opened Brett even more, and he was able to push into the grasping heat without much resistance. He moaned and palmed Brett’s thighs, spreading them farther as he started to move in and out.
Brett writhed on the smooth rock, body overstimulated by Gerald’s loving. Between their earlier interlude at the house and his recent climax, he didn’t expect to come again, but he wanted to make Gerald feel as good as he did, so he roused himself enough to consciously clench and release his muscles in time with Gerald’s thrusts, sucking him in with his ass the way he would have with his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Gerald choked out, arching his back as he thrust hard into Brett again and again. “You….” He gasped and his eyes screwed shut as he tried as hard as he could not to come so quickly.<
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“I what?” Brett rasped, bucking up to meet each thrust, every movement they made creating splashes that splattered against their skin.
“You… feel incredible,” Gerald said as he panted, opening his eyes with one last sharp snap against Brett’s body and crying out, almost mournfully, as he climaxed. He shivered while his hips moved slightly, extending the feeling by moving his cock through the hot come inside Brett until he convulsed.
Brett thought Gerald was the one who felt pretty incredible, hot and hard inside him and flooding him with warmth as he climaxed. Then Gerald collapsed atop Brett, pinning him to the rocks. He stroked Gerald’s dark hair gently, letting them both come down from the powerful high.
When Gerald dragged himself up, his hand gripping a rock and causing little splashes that sprinkled Brett’s chest, he stared down at him, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Brett said with a soft smile.
“I’VE got a meeting with a realtor next Tuesday, so I’ll be late getting home,” Gerald said out of the blue as he drove them across town.
“A realtor?” Brett repeated. “What are you thinking about buying?”
“Not buying. Selling. Selling my house in town, I mean,” Gerald said.
“Why are you selling your house?” Brett’s face showed his confusion clearly.
Gerald got those furrows between his brows as he stopped the car at a red light and looked at Brett. “Why do I need the house?”
Brett shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems like a big decision, and you hadn’t mentioned it, and well, I’m just a little surprised, I guess.”
“But we did talk. I mean….” Gerald felt an odd apprehension fill him. “You… you don’t want me to move in?” he asked, bordering on upset.
“Of course I want us to live together!” Brett exclaimed. “God, don’t even think I don’t want you with me, but it’s your house, and I know how much time and money you’ve put into it. It’s in town, so much more convenient for you than driving in from the farm every day. We could split our time between the two places, maybe at your house during the week and at the farm on the weekends, or rent it out, or—”
Relieved, Gerald listened to Brett ramble for a moment before just leaning over, touching his cheek, and kissing him gently. Brett returned the kiss eagerly, wanting to erase all thoughts of not being wanted from Gerald’s mind. Gerald smiled and slowly eased out of the kiss. “Sorry,” he murmured. “It was the ‘not answering the question’ thing again, I guess.”
Brett shrugged. “We’re getting better about that. Like I said, I was just surprised because we hadn’t talked about it. I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up your house just because I’m tied to the farm. We can look at other options besides selling it.”
“I’ve thought about it quite a bit lately,” Gerald said as he cleared his throat and started driving down the street again.
“You’re the accountant,” Brett pointed out. “I trust you to make the right financial decision. I just don’t want you to feel pressured into it.”
“I want to do this, because we’re going to be together from now on. And I can help, so I will.”
“Help?” Brett asked, perplexed. “Help with what?”
Gerald looked confused. “With everything. The house, the farm, the bills, vacations, anything like that.”
“But you’re already doing that. Well, not vacations yet, since we haven’t planned one, but all the rest. What does selling your house have to do with any of that?”
Gerald chuckled. “I figure I’ll get close to a half a million dollars out of that house, Brett. That’s a lot of vacations and planning for the farm’s future, don’t you think? Not to mention retirement.”
Brett blinked a couple of times as Gerald’s words sank in. “Oh, you mean….” He paused. “But that’s not why….” He took a deep breath and reminded himself that they weren’t just occasional lovers, that this was a relationship like his parents had—or like Bruce and Jeff did—two people working together toward the same goal. “I think that’s a hell of a lot of money,” he agreed. “And I think you should invest it any way you see fit. If that’s in the farm, I certainly won’t say no. You know how much I’ve been agonizing over the best way to finance improvements.”
Gerald turned into a driveway in front of a large sprawling ranch-style house with red shutters and lots of greenery and flowers. “Yes, and that’s what gave me the idea. You’ve got plenty of money in the farm, Brett, if you really wanted to mortgage it to make those improvements. But there’s no need to when we can use part of this and then invest some in the farm’s name for future improvements,” Gerald said. He turned off the car and pulled the keys from the ignition. “Besides.” He glanced over at his lover. “It’s my home too, now.”
Brett gulped down the emotion that closed his throat, leaning over to kiss Gerald quickly. He wanted to linger, turn the car on, drive right back to the farm, and make love to Gerald all night long, but they’d accepted Gerald’s parents’ invitation for dinner. Standing them up was hardly the right way to make a good impression on his future in-laws. “You really shouldn’t say things like that when I have to be around other people,” he said hoarsely. “It’s hell on my libido.”
Gerald smiled innocently. “I like that effect,” he murmured. “But come on. Food and family first. Then you can take me home and do all sorts of lovely, dirty things to me.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Brett threatened, climbing out of the car, keeping his back to the house as he adjusted himself discreetly. He couldn’t very well meet Gerald’s parents for the first time with his cock tenting his pants. He was just glad he’d worn relatively snug briefs. Hopefully they’d keep his body in line for the next few hours. Following Gerald up the sidewalk, he studiously kept his eyes on his lover’s shoulders, tempted though he was to ogle his ass.
Gerald led the way up the walk, opened the screen door, and stepped inside. “Hello!” he called out, gesturing for Brett to follow.
“In the kitchen!”
An older woman came around the corner, drying her hands on a dish towel. “Hi, honey,” she said to Gerald as he kissed her cheek.
“Hi, Mom. This is Brett,” Gerald said.
“Please, Brett, come in,” Mrs. Saunders invited.
“Thank you for having me,” Brett replied politely, handing Gerald’s mother a mixed bouquet of flowers he’d picked up at the local florist. “I’m glad to finally meet you.”
“Oh, how nice,” Mrs. Saunders said. “Please call me Edna.”
“I’m glad you like them, ma’am,” Brett said, not quite able to call Gerald’s mother by her first name.
Gerald sniffed the air. “Lasagna?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Edna said. “It’s your favorite, isn’t it? Your father’s in the kitchen. He’s fixing the garlic bread.” She turned to Brett. “Come in to the kitchen. We’re not formal here.”
Brett followed them back into the kitchen, seeing immediately where his lover got his warm, welcoming nature. “Can I do anything to help?” he offered.
“You can take this pan,” the older man on the other side of the bar said, holding out a cookie sheet holding rows of golden-brown garlic toast.
Brett looked around for a hot pad to protect his hand. Finding one hanging near the stove, he took the pan from Mr. Saunders. “Do you have a bread basket for these?” he asked.
“In the drawer there, by the fridge,” Edna said.
“Dad, you put him right to work?” Gerald asked as he walked in with his mom. “Brett’s a guest!”
“He was here!” Mr. Saunders said with a shrug. “Now watch out, Gerald. Second tray going in.”
“Brett, this is my dad, Frank Saunders,” Gerald said.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Brett said.
“You came the right day, Brett,” Frank said as he shut the oven. “Good food today. Not that it isn’t g
ood every day.”
Edna bustled past with a harrumph, and Gerald spoke up. “Guess you’re getting good use out of the double oven, Mom.”
“Yes, Gerald. A very good choice of Christmas present,” Edna said.
Gerald peeked in the other oven. “Two pans? Are Marjorie and Bill coming?”
Then a door smacked open, and two kids ran into the kitchen. “Gramma!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Brett murmured with a grin, watching the kids jump on their grandparents before running over to hug Uncle Gerald as well.
“Who’s that?” the younger one asked after a moment, pointing to Brett.
“That’s Brett, Emily,” Gerald answered.
“Why is he in Gramma’s kitchen?” Emily asked.
“It’s dinnertime, isn’t it?” Gerald said.
The little girl shrugged and took off, hollering after her big sister, who was carrying plates into the next room with Edna. Before Gerald could say anything, a man entered carrying a baby seat, followed by a woman who looked remarkably like Gerald.
“Hey, Gerald,” the man greeted before looking at the man standing next to him.
“Hey, Bill. This is Brett,” Gerald introduced.
“Hi, Bill,” Brett said, setting down the bread basket to offer his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“And I’m Marjorie,” the woman interjected, “Gerald’s sister, since he forgets such relevant pieces of information sometimes. It’s about time we finally met you. We’ve heard nothing but stories about you for months now.”
“Only good ones, I hope,” Brett joked to hide his discomfiture. Gerald had been talking about him for months?
“There are only good ones to tell,” Gerald said mildly as Emily ran back in, ran around his legs and then Brett’s before running right back out again.
“Flatterer,” Brett retorted.
“Well, if there aren’t any good ones, he’s certainly keeping them secret,” Bill said. “He can’t sing your praises highly enough.”
“Enough,” Marjorie scolded, seeing the sudden flush of color on Brett’s cheeks. “You’re embarrassing our guest. Besides, it’s dinnertime.”
