For reasons Colin didn’t understand, Roddy’s words seemed to harden him even more. He was sure the cover trapping his cock would burst at the seams. There would be no holding him back once the poor thing was no longer restrained.
“Oh!”
A warm liquid trailed down his crack, reaching all the way down to his swollen sac. Surely it was the oil Roddy had purchased. His pucker was tender from the riding crop, so Roddy’s touch on his hole was heightened the way it had been when he’d used his tongue. As Roddy repeatedly circled one finger around his entrance, the force behind it increased. Colin let go, let Roddy in.
The burn intensified, following the path of Roddy’s invading finger. He couldn’t tell how far inside his passage Roddy had gone, but it seemed huge. He clamped around Roddy’s digit as though he could halt his progress. Not because he was in pain, but because the experience was so strange to him. Despite the amount of penetration he’d witnessed, both by cock and objects, it suddenly seemed as if Roddy’s internal caress should be stopped.
He clenched harder and Roddy groaned. “Oh, darling. When I claim your pretty ass I won’t stand a chance. I’ll be filling you with my seed in the blink of an eye.”
Roddy slid his finger in and out of his passage, similar to how he’d used his tongue. But the sensation had its own different intensity. Regardless of any attempts by Colin to keep Roddy from probing further, he did. Colin yelped. Roddy had nudged a spot inside his ass that felt like a burst of fireworks along his spine and in his nuts. As he wriggled from the overload of feelings, sticky liquid leaked onto his thighs. If Roddy didn’t stop, no leather restraint in the world would prevent him from coming everywhere.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?”
Garbled, nonsensical sounds came out of him as he tried to form words. Roddy chuckled as he continued to finger-fuck him. He tugged and pulled on the cords keeping Colin prisoner, but never let up on the probing of his passage. Once the ropes had been drawn away, Colin’s muscles relaxed, his thighs spreading more, his elbows falling more outward.
Roddy nibbled a path up his spine, the penetration of his ass continuing. Then using his free hand, Roddy slipped it between Colin’s thighs and torso.
“Can you scoot up a little, give me more access?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Colin propelled himself up the bed, using his knees for leverage. His cheeks closed around Roddy’s finger the more he moved forward and Roddy stopped him by placing his hand against his chest.
“That’s good enough, darling.”
Roddy slid his palm down Colin’s body until he reached his sheath-covered cock. Colin gasped as Roddy fiddled with the ties, his tip so very sensitive. The moment the sleeve and the restrictive bindings on his sac fell away, Roddy banged hard into the pleasurable spot inside him and his cum pulsed out of him almost violently. He keened and cried, his orgasm rendering him lifeless as he flopped onto his stomach. Roddy slowly pulled out of his ass then rolled Colin on his side and cradling his shoulders before taking his mouth in a fervent kiss.
They stayed that way for a while, with Roddy tasting him over and over while he held him close. As more of his awareness returned, Colin noticed the hot brand of Roddy’s thick erection against his thigh. His Sir had been so very wonderful to him, and he still wanted to lick Roddy too.
He reached down a hand to touch Roddy’s velvety cock and Roddy broke their connection.
“You want that, boy?”
“Please. And to taste you like you did me?”
“Mmm. Such a sweet thing.” Roddy stroked Colin’s hair back off his forehead. “I don’t expect the full treatment.” Roddy winked. “But can you help me out with your hand too?”
“Sure. Would you show me what you want?”
Roddy took another kiss and Colin almost forgot what they’d been talking about. When Roddy broke the connection he framed Colin’s face with his hands.
“Thank you, darling.”
Colin blinked a few times as he tried to work it out in his mind what Roddy might mean. “Uh, you’re welcome. But for what?”
“Being here with me.”
He wasn’t sure he understood. “That’s it?”
“That’s everything.” Roddy pressed his lips to Colin’s mouth again. “I’m going to roll over so my back is to you. Then I’ll bend my top leg.” He grinned. “You should be able to get to me just fine then.”
“Okay. Did you still want my hand?”
“If you can reach around me all right.”
“Oh, I see what you mean.”
Roddy positioned himself and Colin scooted down so he was eye level with Roddy’s ass. He thought he should do one thing at a time since the only thing he knew he was good at was masturbating. He lifted up Roddy’s top cheek more, then dipped his tongue into his crease. Roddy’s flavor was saltier, his aroma more masculine than other parts of his body.
The moans falling from Roddy’s lips encouraged him on—he was certain he was doing, at the very least, an acceptable job. He concentrated his efforts on Roddy’s wrinkled entrance, flicked the tip of his tongue swiftly the way Roddy had done to him. Soon, Roddy was rocking back onto his face, as if seeking more pleasure from Colin’s mouth.
The moment his body started to shake around Colin’s face, he knew Roddy hadn’t waited for Colin to grab his cock. Colin stopped eating him so he could take over stroking Roddy.
“No, darling. I’ll take care of this part.” Roddy’s words came out breathless. “Go back to what you were doing. So good.”
Thrilled that Roddy was pleased with him, Colin dug back in with even more enthusiasm. Roddy’s moans built in fervor, the shaking more boisterous until Roddy writhed beneath his oral assault.
“Yes. That’s it. That’s—”
Roddy growled out his release, Colin fascinated at the way Roddy’s pucker clenched so hard, his butt cheeks tightening each time he shot out more seed.
Roddy lay still for several minutes, panting out harsh breaths until they finally slowed then evened out. A light snore caused Colin to raise his head from where he’d been resting it on the pillow of Roddy’s ass.
He didn’t want to disturb his Sir, so he carefully rose from the bed to retrieve an extra blanket from the armoire. After spreading the blanket over Roddy’s sleeping form, then pulling the chain on the lamp, he crawled back in behind him, snuggling up to him underneath the covers. Colin barely had the chance to revel in what they’d just shared before he drifted off as well.
Chapter Ten
“Sir! They’re finished.”
Roddy smiled to himself, so ridiculously happy and content he could barely believe it.
“Be right there, darling.”
They’d only been in the rental home for a few weeks, but thanks to Colin’s diligence and energy in settling them in, it already appeared as though they’d been there for ages. The very day they’d seen Saul and Kenneth’s home they’d agreed it was perfect. Colin had told Roddy it was so different and cheerier than any home he’d ever seen. Roddy had to agree.
With that decision made, it was only a week later that Aaron mentioned he’d seen a ‘For Rent’ sign on the lawn of a nice little house along Lake Avenue, the street Aaron took every day from where he lived in the Altadena hills. Roddy had given the owner a check that same afternoon for two hundred dollars that included the rent for that month as well as a deposit.
Roddy ambled his way into their airy kitchen to see a frowning Colin, staring down at a cookie sheet with what appeared to be fluffy biscuits. He thought he detected a slightly burned smell, but the overriding one reminded him of being in his mother’s kitchen growing up.
“Would you look at that? Fresh-baked biscuits to go with dinner. You’re spoiling me.” Roddy sidled up to his boy, anxious to steal one of the doughy creations before they cooled. “What else is on the menu, darling?” He reached for the largest one.
“No!”
Colin startled him so much that he dropped the biscuit ri
ght back on the sheet, where it landed with a ‘thunk’.
“What is it?” He rubbed his hand up and down Colin’s back.
“I don’t like this oven. It doesn’t cook the same as my grandmother’s did.” Colin gazed up at him. “The electricity makes everything different.”
Roddy nodded. “I have to agree it’s the darnedest contraption I’ve ever come across. We certainly didn’t have any electric appliances back in Louisville. At least not in our home. But what’s the matter with the biscuits?” Roddy wrapped his arms around Colin from behind. “They look tasty to me.”
Colin plucked the one Roddy had dropped from the cookie sheet then turned it over. It was almost black on the bottom.
“Oh, that’s nothing, darling.”
Roddy took the biscuit from him then pulled the bottom free. Then he popped the remaining half in his mouth.
“Mmm.” He chewed up the buttery piece of bread, some of the dough plastering itself to the roof of his mouth before he could swallow it down. Once he’d finished eating, he let out a satisfied sigh. “Absolutely perfect.”
Colin turned within his embrace, a pained expression on his face. “But only the top part is.”
“Then that’s the only part we’ll eat! I love them, thank you.”
He pressed his lips to Colin’s, dipping his tongue into his mouth. He leisurely explored inside before letting him go. Once he’d released Colin, he was surprised by his grin.
“You’re right. That part does taste good.”
A hearty laugh burst out of him. He couldn’t imagine being without Colin. Whenever he considered the circumstances of how they’d met, his gut would clench at the realization that so many tiny instances could’ve prevented them from ever meeting. He almost hadn’t gone into the alley with the brute who’d hit him. It’d had only been his desperation that had driven him. If he’d run away a minute sooner or later, he probably wouldn’t have stumbled across Aaron and Ned. What if he’d turned down their offer to come to Hampton Road?
Roddy shook his head.
“What is it, Sir?”
“Just astonishment at what a miracle it is that we met and that we’re here together now.”
Colin blinked up at him, his lips parting. “You’re right. It is.”
“Hey. I have an idea. I was thinking this morning that the bookcase built into the living room wall looks rather silly without any books. Let’s say we go shopping to find some today?”
If he could put the expression of joy he saw flash over Colin’s face every day, then he would count himself as having lived a good life.
“Oh. Can we really?”
“Of course! Why not? Do you have any in mind you want to search for? Tell me which ones you like best.”
“Gosh. There’s so many. I love War of the Worlds and Frankenstein and there are these Western ones by Zane Grey, but I forget all the titles.”
“Then we’d better get busy. How much time do you need to finish supper…dinner?” Roddy chuckled. “See? Won’t be able to tell I’m from the South pretty soon.”
“If we make it back by—”
The loud jangle of the telephone interrupted Colin. The only people who had their number were his folks and the men from Hampton Road, so it was easy enough to narrow down who might be calling.
Roddy hurried to the front of the house to the small cubicle built into the entryway. It housed the black Bakelite shell that cradled a handset, currently vibrating in the U-shaped holders.
“Hello. Roddy Howard here.”
“God, Roddy. I’m so glad I caught you at home.”
“Father? What is it?”
The sound of a barely contained sob echoed in his ear. “She’s gone, Roddy. Your mother’s gone.”
* * * *
The La Grande train station was so crowded, it made Colin nervous. It wasn’t quite as bad as when he’d arrived in the spring, but there were still too many people who kept running into him. He’d become spoiled at Hampton and in the home he and Roddy shared. Out in public, he couldn’t hang onto Roddy’s hand to keep from being knocked over or swept away with the mass of bustling humanity.
Saul and Kenneth had accompanied them to the station so that after Roddy left to attend his mother’s funeral, he could be driven back. Saul would be taking him to the Hancock Park home—their home one day—because Roddy hadn’t wanted to leave Colin alone and with no vehicle while he was gone.
As they stood on the platform, waiting, Colin’s stomach twisted so much he thought he might vomit. He was a mess of swirling emotions. When Roddy had cried in their living room after answering the call from his father, Colin had cried too. He couldn’t help it. He’d wept for Roddy, for Roddy’s family and for himself. Colin had spoken with Roddy’s mother one time when she’d called to give them the recipes Roddy had requested. She’d sounded just as nice as his grandmother.
It’s not fair.
Roddy had said she was only forty-four years old and hadn’t even been sick. They didn’t know why she’d passed on, they only knew that she’d gone to sleep and had never woken up again. The doctor said they could do an autopsy, but that it probably wouldn’t tell them much. It had likely been a case of a faulty heart or an aneurism for her to be taken so suddenly.
In his mind, it was his job to take care of Roddy after such a horrible blow. He thought he’d been fairly successful at pushing aside his own fears and sadness because Roddy was going away. It would very selfish of him to ask any questions about why he couldn’t go too or when Roddy would be back.
After Roddy’s initial wave of grief, he’d set about checking the train schedule, packing and making arrangements for Colin. It was less than twelve hours since the call.
“Well, old sport. That looks to be your train now.”
Billowing smoke and the sound of a shrill whistle heralded the engine’s arrival. As they waited for it to come to a hissing, grinding halt, Roddy leaned down to speak next to Colin’s ear, undoubtedly to be heard over the racket.
“Don’t fret, darling. I’ll be back in no time. You’ll be with Saul, and you know he’ll take good care of you.”
Colin could barely stand it. Roddy was worried for him when he had his own troubles.
“But who will take care of you?”
“Ah, you sweet thing. I’ll be fine. I promise.”
It was so frustrating that they couldn’t have a proper goodbye. They could hug, briefly, pat each other on the back like old friends, but it wouldn’t be the clinch that Colin needed and that he wanted to give to his broken-hearted lover.
“Call me if you can.”
“I’ll try, darling, but the house will be filled with relatives coming from all over. At the very least, I’ll send a letter so you know how I’m faring and when I’ll be back.” Roddy clasped his shoulder. “I know you’re brave. You made it all the way to Los Angeles under your own steam, and on a train just like this. Always remember how strong you are.”
Roddy’s reassurances had him feeling worse, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. In some ways, it didn’t seem as though they were sharing a temporary goodbye. It was more like a forever goodbye.
“O-okay.”
The train that would take Roddy away from him had almost been emptied of the passengers who’d just arrived. It wouldn’t be much longer before Roddy was gone. Colin had to say something to let Roddy know that he’d be waiting for him, that he’d be thinking of him every moment and praying that he was all right.
“All aboard!”
The conductor cut through Colin’s musings and he panicked. He twisted his hands, desperately trying to come up with the perfect words to say.
“Well, this is it darling.”
Colin opened his mouth to speak, but Roddy had already turned to Saul and Kenneth.
“Thank you both for taking him in.” Roddy shook Saul’s hand.
“Nonsense, old sport. We’ll always be here for him.”
Roddy’s face radiated sadness. “That’s comforti
ng to hear. I never want him to be without people around who care about him.”
Roddy caught his gaze, his eyes watering. Colin blinked a few times, terrified he’d break out in a fit of sobbing if Roddy let any tears fall. He moved closer, the roar of the crowds and trains around them still overwhelming.
“I’ll miss you terribly, darling.”
Roddy yanked him to his side with one arm, jostling him once before letting go. It was a mockery of their true association and it left Colin in even more despair.
“I’ll miss you too, Sir. So much. But I’ll be good while you’re gone and I’ll be thinking about you every minute.”
Roddy pressed his lips together and clutched the brim of his fedora as if to keep his hands from reaching out to Colin.
“So sweet.” He lowered his head, clearing his throat a few times before raising it again. “I have to go.”
Roddy abruptly whirled around and was swept up in the rush of people pushing to get to whatever destination compelled them. Colin tried to swallow down his tears, but it was a pointless battle. They spilled freely before turning into hitching sobs as the train pitched forward then rolled out of the station with a burst of steam and more piercing wails. Colin craned his neck to see if Roddy might wave at him from one of the windows, but his wish wasn’t granted.
He wondered if he’d ever see him again.
* * * *
“I don’t like it. Something’s not right.”
Aaron observed with concern as Saul puffed angrily on his third cigar of the evening. At the rate he was going, he’d make himself sick. Aaron casually crossed his legs as he attempted to radiate a calm presence to his agitated friend. They’d retired to the study from almost the moment Aaron and Sam had arrived. It’d been glaringly obvious that his friend really needed his support.
The same could be said for Colin. From what Saul had told him over the phone, Kenneth had been keeping Colin busy the best that he could, and his gentle presence had helped in many ways. But Saul confessed that he heard Colin crying in his room every night. It’d been four weeks and one short letter since Roddy had left, and there was no indicator as to when—or if—he’d ever be back.
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