by AnDerecco
IAN
Understandable, but my question is “Did he come over to your house?
ERIC (taking a sip of his drink)
Yes.
IAN
Did he stay at you house that night?
ERIC
NO. He came over, he was already drinking and when he finished his bottle of gin he started to drink some moonshine with me. About a few hours later he left.
By this time Ian is boiling on the inside. His mind was racing with the thoughts of what Jeremy told him of that night. Ian was in disbelief because he never expected Jeremy to lie to him. A person would only lie if they were hiding something, he thought.
Ian took a long sip of his drink. He got the waitress attention so that he could order another drink.
ERIC
Are you sure everything is ok?
IAN
Eric, OK. I am not going to beat around the bush with you any longer. I don’t like you and never have. I tolerated you for Jeremy because you two are friends. I remember when you came to our wedding and some of the things that you told me didn’t sit well with me. You are a trifling little bitch who is miserable. You don’t have anyone and can’t keep anyone. You are messy and always starting shit. Your mother doesn’t like you and your father disowned you. I know that you were married to a woman and you are now trying to get custody of your child but that won’t ever happen. You are always trying to get what you can’t have.
Eric was floored by what he had just heard.
ERIC
Now that you have had your say it is time for me to have mine. Yes Jeremy came over to my house. Yes we did drink. And yes we did fuck and it was good. True, I was married and I have a child that I will get custody of. My family has always and will always have my back. Now, if you were taking care of home you would not be in the shape you are in now. I love the way Jeremy is handling this…
Before he could finish his next sentence Ian had taken his drink and burst Eric across the mouth with the glass. Blood splattered over the table and the bench. Other guest in the restaurant began to scream. Ian pushed the table into Eric’s chest to lock him in. He raced over to the other side and punched him several times in the head and face.
IAN (while he was fighting Eric)
I will kill your ass bitch.
Immediately someone had pulled Ian off of Eric. Ian was bulking to get away. The manager came to the table and asked both of them to leave.
Eric wobbled up from the floor holding his mouth. His shirt was covered with blood and his face was beginning to swell.
Ian noticed Eric’s shades on the table, grabbed them, broke them and threw them at him.
The stranger grabbed Ian because he thought that Ian was about to fight Eric again. Ian broke away from him. He noticed that it was Deacon.
Deacon just looked at him. He suggested that he go home to clean up. Ian stated that he was not going home so Deacon asked if he would like to come to his house to clean up. Ian volunteered and followed Deacon to his house.
Upon arriving, Jeremy called Ian to ask what was happening. He told him that Eric had called him crying and saying that he was going to the emergency room because Ian had jumped on him.
Ian told Jeremy that he didn’t want to talk about it and hung up the phone. Jeremy immediately called back.
IAN
What do you want?
JEREMY
Would you tell me what is going on?
IAN
Why don’t you ask Eric? You have been fucking him this whole time with you lying ass. If you didn’t want to be with me you could have at least told me. I am grown. I can handle it. It would have hurt but I would have gotten over it. But to hear that you are giving yourself away to some trash – that hurts more than you know.
JEREMY
What are you talking about? I haven’t been with anyone. I could ask you the same thing.
IAN
Don’t try to turn this around and put it on me. I promised myself to you. I meant my vows. I remember when we were getting fitted for tuxedos and Sam from the store told us, “Tom is always waiting, Manhood is always ready, and Harry may cut you.” I can’t believe that I gave my life to you.
JEREMY
Baby look….
IAN
Ain’t no “baby look”! I have given you chance after chance.
JEREMY
Believe whatever you want to. I am telling you the truth but your mind is made up. There is nothing that I can tell you.
In midst of Ian and Jeremy arguing, Deacon stopped by Ian’s window and knocked. He signed that he was going on into the house and for him to come in when he was ready.
JEREMY
Where are you?
IAN
Like you really care. Furthermore, don’t worry about where the fuck I am. You go on over to Eric or whomever else you fucking.
Ian pressed end on his phone and stepped out of the car. He fought back the tears that were forming in his eyes. He could not believe what transpired that evening.
XIV
Deacon opened the front door for Ian. He put a smile on his face trying to get Ian to smile but that didn’t help. Deacon told him that he had blood on his face and his clothes. He directed Ian to the bathroom to clean up. He told Ian there were towels in the cabinet and a fresh bar of soap in there also.
Ian closed the door and turned the water on. He reached into the closet and got the soap and the towel. As he massaged the soap into the towel he decided that he would take a shower.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Ian stuck his head from inside.
IAN
Sir?
DEACON
I was wondering if you were ok.
IAN
I am good. I am going to take a shower if that is ok with you.
DEACON
No, go ahead. Make yourself at home. Would you care for a drink?
IAN
Sure, gin and orange juice if you have it.
DEACON
I sure do. It will be waiting for you when you get out.
As they closed the door, Deacon walked towards the kitchen to fix drinks. Ian hopped in the shower and began to clean up. The events from the restaurant replayed in his mind. He thought about what he could have done differently instead of letting his emotions take control of him.
He thought about Jeremy and how he could betray him like this. When did he fall out of love with him? What was he missing in their relationship? What could he do differently to make Jeremy continue to be attractive to him?
So many questions ran across his mind. So many thoughts about why, whom else had he been with, what did they do differently sexually, how they did it?
After ten minutes of being in the shower, Ian got out. He noticed that his clothes were gone but there was a bathrobe folded neatly on the vanity. When did Deacon put this in here?
Ian came out of the bathroom and found Deacon on the couch watching TV. Deacon jumped up and retrieved Ian’s drink from the freezer.
DEACON
I didn’t want it to get to room temp.
IAN
That would have been fine. I am sorry to impose on you like this.
DEACON
You are ok. I asked you to come over.
Deacon tried to make the air a little lighter.
DEACON (laughing)
You were whipping that boy’s ass.
Ian let out a crooked grin.
IAN
I don’t know what came over me. I heard him talking much noise and then I saw that glass jump off the table into his mouth. At first I didn’t know how a glass could do that but it hit me that I was I controlling the glass. I was like I might as well finish this. So I had to lock him in with the table.
DEACON
Well, I am glad that I realized that it was you. I would not want to see you in jail.
IAN
I still may go if he presses charges.
DEACON
Can I ask you why yo
u were fighting?
IAN
He fucked my husband and was boosting about it.
DEACON
OOOOOHHHHHHHH…..OK.
A few hours had passed and a couple of cocktails were consumed. Deacon and Ian conversed about a lot that they both had been through. Ian heard his phone vibrating on the table. He looked down at it and noticed it said, “INCOMING – Jeremy”. He decided to let it go to voicemail.
Ian noticed that the conversation had stop. Deacon was staring deep in his eyes.
Ian reached over with his hand and rubbed Deacon’s face. Deacon closed his eyes as he enjoyed the touch. Deacon took his and Ian’s glass and placed them on the table. Then he wrapped his arm around Ian’s back to stretch him out on the couch and began to kiss him
The kissing seemed to last forever, then finally Ian found himself standing and been taken up in Deacon’s arms, carrying him as they kissed through the living room and down the hall to the bedroom, where a single lamp on the desk provided the only illumination as he gently laid him down on the king-sized bed, unloosen the tie from the robe as if each pull was guiding him to a treasure worthy of everyone’s attention.
Deacon’s chest was a chocolate-brown and devoid of hair – with the exception of a couple of light swirls of black that surrounded his hard, tiny brown nipples, and a love trail that barely showed up in the dull light, leading down and under the waistband of his jeans. As Ian pulled the white dress shirt free of his jeans, Deacon’s hands pulled the robe from Ian’s shoulders. Deacon carefully laid down on top of him, careful not to crush his small frame under his ex-athlete’s weight, Ian’s hairless chest warm against Deacon’s slightly-hairy one as their kissing never ceased – in fact, grew deeper and more passionately.
Deacon’s mouth slid up that glorious golden body to find a small patch of hair under Ian’s left arm … which he dove into nose first, fat tongue out and ready as he dug it into his armpit. “Ohhhh … shiiit …” Ian moaned, trying to push him away, but Deacon’s wasn’t stopping – in fact, dug in even further, snorting for air as he inhaled his male muskiness, ate out his armpit as he was driven crazier and crazier, thrashing like an epileptic in the middle of a seizure under him.
Deacon’s wet mouth attaching itself like a leech to Ian’s wide, flat, left pec. His suction power was incredible as it had been on his mouth, his lips tight as he pulled on and licked at his tit until he thought he would lose his mind.
Ian lay there a few second, unsure of what to do – of what he would be thinking. His legs were half-lying on Deacon’s thick biceps. Deacon couldn’t resist the urge to lean his head over to suck and lick gently on the toes of Ian’s left foot. But the real surprise was yet to come…
“Come here,” Deacon whispered huskily, pulling Ian down to him. He repositioned himself so that he was lying on top of him again, and looked at him. He stared into his eyes for a second, and then said two words that Ian was sure he hadn’t heard correctly.
IAN
“I’m sorry – w-what?”
DEACON
You are married and I feel that I have taken advantage of this moment.
IAN
I didn’t do anything that I didn’t want to do.
DEACON
Let me have you. I want to do so much for you. I … please let me have you.
Ian shook his head.
IAN
Uh-uh. It’s cool, but you don’t have to –
Now, Deacon threw Ian’s legs into the air. Deacon went insane. He looked up to see Ian chewing on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, head arched back onto the pillow on the bed, breath wheezing in and out of his body. He lost his grip on both ankles but his knees involuntarily collapsed even further into his chest, opening him as his tongue probed, fully tasting the inside of Ian, who had oh-so-obviously never been eaten out like this before.
Deacon withdrew for a second for air, then dived in again, smelling his sweet, clean scent as once again his tongue entered him as far as it could go, Ian crying out loud this time and bucking on the bed, back arched a second before he fell back again. His hands flew to Deacon’s head, but instead of pushing him away his fingers actually found his short hair and pulled.
DEACON
Look at me, Ian.
He did, and Deacon stared at him as he slowly pushed his hips forward, braced up on his palms on the bed as gently – oh, so gently – his prick forced its way into Ian.
He grunted, kept up the eye contact, and seemed determined not to show the pain that he was feeling. Ian’s body went rigid beneath him, eyes starting to water, teeth grinding beneath the tight line of his mouth as he stared into his deep, deep black eyes.
“Relax,” Deacon whispered, then lowered himself to kiss him again.
Their lips melt and his body started to go limp and he pushed further. Ian’s hole strained against him, forbidding entry, but Deacon pushed again and it parted at last to accept the inevitable.
It took ten minutes to get entirely inside him – inch by inch, it seemed, as he would cry out into his mouth or try shifting away from him on the bed. But he never asked Deacon to stop, and he never showed any real pain, as he took him.
Deacon found himself suddenly and fully inside Ian’s beautiful ass. Then he began. Pulling out at first and then gently thrusting back in, drilling him with slow strokes.
And all the while they just kept kissing. This turned Ian on and Deacon’s speed increased and he was fully ramming him now, headboard of his bed striking the wall as Ian grabbed onto Deacon’s shoulders and he began to roll his hips into him, driving home harder, finally slamming him like he was drilling for oil, pulling nearly all the way out before ramming home again, turning his ass out, making him his.
XV
DENNIS
Ace, baby you home? Ace! Ace!
Dennis walked throughout the house looking for Jacob. He entered all of the room but didn’t get a response when he called out to him. Finally he went into the back yard and found Jacob asleep in the hammock.
He gently walked over to where the hammock was stretched between two oak trees. Dennis positioned himself under the hammock and pushed upwards while Jacob was still laying in it. This scared Jacob to a point where sweat began to pop on his forehead.
Dennis broke out into a hard laughter. When Jacob realized what was going on he jumped out of the hammock and chased Dennis around the backyard. Dennis ducked and dodged each time Jacob was close to him. At last, Dennis reached out and grabbed Jacob by the arm and flipped him to where he was now standing behind him.
He gave him a quick bite on the neck as Jacob reached back and grasp Dennis ass.
JACOB
How was your day?
DENNIS
It was good. I call that guy Matt in D.C. The one that Monique was telling me about, he wants us to do that workshop.
JACOB
Yeah how did that go?
DENNIS
It went well. We are flying soon. I emailed the papers to him and he signed and emailed them right back.
JACOB
Great. And we are talking about team building and leadership right?
DENNIS
Yes sir.
As they walked back to the house hand in hand a gentle breeze blew. They could smell the spring rain that was near. Their neighbor was in her back yard also tending to her garden.
DENNIS
How are you doing Mrs. Ada?
She looked up to see who was calling her. She waved to them and spoke.
MRS. ADA
I am good, just getting my flowers together for this season. How ya’ll doing?
JACOB
We are good.
MRS. ADA
Come here let me ask y’all something.
Anytime that Mrs. Ada called one of them to the fence, she was gossiping or being nosey. Dennis and Jacob walked over to entertain Mrs. Ada.
DENNIS
Yes ma’am?
MRS. ADA
Did you he
ar about Glendean’s boy? They said that he broke into what’s her name’s house over on Lomax St. and then tried to run. They caught him down at the corner store ‘cause the fool was trying to sell what he had stolen. I was like why the fool didn’t pawn it.
JACOB (Dennis pinching Jacob under his arm for asking)
Who is “what’s her name”?
MRS. ADA
You know, um, um, (snapping her finger) that Kelley woman. Drive that old ugly red Park Avenue. It’s a nice car but I don’t know why she painted it that color.
DENNIS
I know who you are talking about but no ma’am we hadn’t heard.
MRS. ADA
Yeah, I was talking to Shirley across the street and she was telling me about it. Say that he stole her TV, some jewelry, a lawn mower and some money. They say even some of her medicine missing. See that boy on that stuff and I done told Glendean before that she needed to get that boy some help. If I catch him in my house, I am going to pop him with my Mamba Pistol.
DENNIS
I feel you Mrs. Ada.
MRS. ADA
I reminded Shirley of when my house got broken into. I bet you that that boy had something to do with it. I ought to go down to the precinct and ask him where my stuff at.
JACOB
Mrs. Ada, I thought they caught the boys that broke in your house.
MRS. ADA
Naw now, cause they tried to say it was one of my boys that broke into my house. I asked why my own child rob me. They arrested my son ‘cause he knew the boys that broke in my house and he was with them on some other stuff.
JACOB
OK, Mrs. Ada. But we will keep our ears open.
MRS. ADA
Dennis are you going to plant your garden this year?
DENNIS
I might. I haven’t decided yet.
MRS. ADA
