by Willa Okati
Allen hemmed and hawed for a couple of seconds. From what he recalled, Chance wasn’t far off the mark. Joey had been the exception to the rule -- oh, Lord, Joey. The psycho was going to go ballistic if -- when -- he found out that Allen had a new squeeze.
The thought surprised Allen a little, despite his earlier comment about breakfast in bed. Did he plan to keep Chance?
Actually... he did. There was something so appealing about that wide-eyed innocence, and a rushing instinct to protect the young man. Not to mention his being a, er, tiger in the sack.
Fuck Joey. Or don’t, as the case may be. Allen shrugged off the dilemma. “Chance, I guess we do need to have a couple of conversations. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to get this scratch cleaned up first, and those glass shards out of my back.”
Chance flinched, gaze shooting toward the blood that had dried in streaks running down Allen’s arm. “Oh, God,” he said, letting go of his death grip on his own chest to extend his hand. The bathrobe’s worn tie gave way and the whole thing swung open, revealing the glory of Chance from nipples to knees, not to mention other interesting scenery in between. “I can’t believe I forgot you were hurt.”
Allen waved Chance’s self-recrimination aside. “It really is just a scratch,” he said kindly. “A little hydrogen peroxide and a bandage, and I’ll be good as new.” He paused. “You can come with me to the bathroom, if you like, and take a look at that glass in my skin. But for God’s sake, hold that robe shut, or I’ll never get this done.”
Chance blushed and held the edges of his robe closed. Allen grinned at the guy to show he wasn’t angry. Chance dared a small smile back, a pretty sight. His free hand came up to twine around that one lock of hair. “I won’t be in the way?”
“Not at all,” Allen reassured him. “The john’s--” Chance jumped a little at the word. Other nebulous figures in need of ass-kicking coalesced in Allen’s mind. “Just through here. I mean, the bathroom.”
Outwardly, though, Allen gave no sign. Chance had had enough for one night. Anything he might decide to tell Allen was Chance’s own choice. “Follow me,” Allen said, keeping his tone light. “Spot might want to stay here, though.”
“Spot, stay,” Chance directed. He gave Allen a firm nod as the dog went down obediently, wagging his tail like a whipping lash.
Allen led Chance down the short trek into his bathroom, flicking on the lights and examining himself in the mirror over his sink. The place looked somehow smaller to him, where once it had been completely adequate. The shower/tub that was sized for one, toilet, a few shelves all in that stark white over dark faux-marble flooring.
It wasn’t big enough to hold him and Chance’s personality, but Allen figured they’d make do. Chance seemed to be hovering on the threshold anyway. “You stay where you’re comfortable.” Allen reached into his medicine cabinet for a small bottle of disinfectant, a gauze pad and some medical tape. When he straightened, he got a look at his reflection -- a good look -- and mentally shook his head.
I look like I’ve been dragged through the proverbial and literal hedge backwards. Hair sticking up, blood on my back and arm, possibly on my hands -- metaphorically speaking -- and, okay, we’ll deal with that later, too -- and dark circles under my eyes that are just the perfect complement to the rest of the package. Oh, yeah, I’m a real steal.
Allen sighed as he began to treat his arm wound, first with water from the tap to wash away those damn blood streaks. As it flowed, the liquid turned pink, then a deeper shade of red, then back to pink while Allen washed. He examined his flesh in the mirror, glad to see that the injury was barely more than a shallow nick. Plenty of blood, but no real damage. He probably wouldn’t even have the smallest of scars, so in his opinion he didn’t need stitches. He especially didn’t need the questions he’d get if he went to an emergency room.
Allen added a little hydrogen peroxide that he couldn’t help gasping over, Chance wincing along in sympathy, and then applied a bandage -- better to err on the side of caution. Chance helped him tape it into place without being asked. His touch was gentle yet deft, securing the gauze without causing any undue pain. The glass fragments in his back had already worked themselves out, leaving sore, but small, scratches that didn't need much attention. “This'll be a bitch for a while, especially your bicep,” Chance said ruefully.
“Plenty you can do without involving an arm,” Allen replied absently. “I used to do one-handed pushups when I was younger.” He paused to think. “You really do like older men, don’t you?”
Chance gave a bashful nod. “It’s not because I... I just do, all right? I always have.”
“Just tell me you don’t have a professor/student kink, because, frankly, I think that with dabbling in D/s and being shot at, I’ve had enough surprises for one night.”
Chance pinkened. “Um...”
Allen found himself chuckling. “Okay, fair enough. You’re never going to cease to amaze me, Chance.”
“I’m not trying to...” Chance began to twirl his hair again. His blue eyes shone with worry. “Allen, about what you saw...”
Allen kept his attention carefully riveted on washing his sink clear of blood. “This can’t wait?” he asked, keeping his voice calm. From his peripheral vision, he saw Chance shake his head.
“I don’t think so. I mean, you have a right to know.” He was trembling again. Allen made an impromptu vow to get Chance to where he wasn’t jumping at his own shadow every time he got worked up. “Allen, I’m a... I’m not a... Allen?”
Allen turned from the sink to lift his good arm and place his hand on Chance’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “No. I think I should be the one talking here,” he said, kind, but firm. “Chance, as far as I’m concerned you’re a young man who treats his dog right and, for some reason, seems to like me. No, no, hush. I’m not questioning that part of the equation anymore. I’ll take you on faith. Which is saying a lot.” He shook his head. “You might have some other facets to your personality, but they don’t so much matter to me.”
Chance bit his lip. “You don’t want to know the truth?”
“Maybe someday, I will. But not tonight.” Allen leaned in to kiss that tempting lip, then the upper one, and finally the matched set. Despite his nerves, Chance moaned and leaned into the kiss, his tongue tentatively touching Allen’s own. When he drew away, Allen knew he was smiling.
Unable to stop himself, Allen ruffled up Chance’s hair. Chance made a noise of protest and ducked away, but he was grinning. “Whippersnapper,” Allen said without any heat. “Come on, help an old guy to his bed. I feel the need to lie down for a bit.”
Instantly, Chance was all Florence Nightingale. He grabbed Allen’s good arm and started supporting Allen’s weight as if it were his leg and not his bicep that had been wounded. “Okay,” Chance said, sober as a judge. “Just tell me what direction.”
Allen laughed. “Down at the end of the hall, last door on your right. You really don’t have to--”
“I know, but I want to.” Chance smiled uncertainly. “It’s my fault, after all.” He got a better grip on Allen. “I forgot how, um, people unlike me don’t heal that quickly.”
“Chance...”
“I’m not talking about it. Honest.” Chance raised his right hand in the Vulcan sign. “Boy scout’s honor.”
“Now why do I have a hard time believing you were ever in the Scouts?” They reached Allen’s bedroom door. Chance neatly turned the knob and kneed it open, letting them inside. Allen glanced around with a new take on how bare and brown/white it was all the way down to the comforter and pillows on his bed. No splashes of color anywhere, but with blond and blue at his arm, it, too, seemed easier on the eye.
Chance guided Allen to his bed and pushed at him until he lay down. Then he hesitated. “Can I...?”
“Can you what? Oh! You mean can you lie on the other side. Sure.” Allen patted the spot. At least he’d invested in a good cushiony mattress. When Chance slipped into place,
his robe opened again, but there was hardly a ripple to jostle Allen’s arm. He held the other arm out for Chance to snuggle into, as the lad seemed to need a firm cuddle, and was gratified when Chance zoomed in to be held.
Stroking the magnificent head that had found a new home on his chest, Allen breathed easier. “I’ve got my own issues that I’m bringing to the table here.” He reminded Chance of their earlier conversation when they’d been en route to Chance’s place. “A lover who was my whole world, until he died. A sort-of ex-girlfriend. A psycho ex-ex-ex boyfriend, a.k.a. a one-night stand, who went more than a little nuts. I keep crazy hours, what with working at the clinic and my time spent on the column.”
Chance popped up. “You write a column? You mean, for the newspapers and things?”
“Something like that.” Allen felt a glow of pride as he thought about the e-mails and letters, the commendations, and the print book that he hoped might be coming out soon. “All of the above is a big part of my life. But I’ve got room for someone else. Or I’ll make room.”
“You will?” Chance looked eager and hopeful, yet still uncertain. “You’re still interested in me?”
“Trust me, Chance, you would not be naked, or nearly naked, in my bed if I didn’t have more than a passing interest.” Allen nudged Chance’s head back into place. “It won’t all be easy. We have to deal with your family, I know, but surely in a city as big as Charleston there’s got to be other... families... you can strike a deal with.”
Chance was still for a long time, then nodded. “There are some other relatives,” he said in a small voice. “But my brothers said I wasn’t supposed to look them up.”
“Well, you will,” Allen replied firmly. “Tomorrow, or as soon as you feel able. We’ll see about setting up a new-family meeting that’ll keep you safe.”
Chance made a happy noise and pressed his cheek into Allen’s chest. “And I’ll be able to stay with you until then?”
Allen took a deep breath. “I’m hoping you’ll stay afterward.”
Chance stilled. “Allen?”
“One day at a time, Chance. We’ll deal with things as they happen. Right now, I happen to be in bed with the cutest young thing to cross my path for, well, ever.” Allen brought his hand up to pet the soft blond hair, chuckling at the involuntary happy noises Chance made. Just like a puppy.
Or maybe not entirely like a puppy. Certain parts of Allen’s body were well pleased to inform him that he had an eager stud-puppy clinging to him. They suggested, firmly, that he ought to take affirmative action and to step on that good old gas pedal while he was at it.
Three times in one night? Allen shook his head in disbelief. He wasn’t hard yet, or even getting there, but all signs pointed to his possibly getting lucky again if everything cooperated.
That included Chance. Which also meant asking Chance. Allen hesitated. The kid had been through a hell of a lot. Snuggliness aside, there was no reason why Chance would feel up to a re-repeat performance.
I won’t ask.
He didn’t have to. Chance made another soft sound and began skating his palm down Allen’s stomach. “Allen? Can I?” He circled around Allen’s navel. “I mean, with you hurt and all.”
“I should be a better man and say no,” Allen admitted even as his hips gave a small involuntary jerk. “But the hell with it. Far be it from me to stop you from doing whatever you please. Maybe both of us could do with a little stress relief right now.”
His lover murmured low in his throat. He moved his hand again, sliding all the way down to Allen’s perking cock. Helping Allen scoot out of his torn pants, Chance made quick work of the singed clothing before hurrying on to the good part. First cupping the balls, rolling them just right, then lifting his fingers to circle the shaft itself, Chance growled softly as if he were perfectly content.
“Chance, are you sure?”
“Very,” Chance said softly. “I know of ways that won’t hurt your arm. If you trust me?”
Allen considered the question. Part of him, he knew, should have run screaming into the night when he first saw Chance’s eyes and kind of figured out what was going on -- and that it wasn’t any Hollywood hocus-pocus. But then, he’d more or less decided Chance was someone worth saving, someone who needed to be cared about as much as Allen knew he himself needed somebody to care for.
“I do trust you,” Allen said aloud, stroking Chance’s hair. “Whatever you have in mind, go to it.” He pushed a little with his hips. “I’m more than glad to go along with you, however you’re managing to do this to an old man once again.”
“Not that old,” Chance grumbled. He gave Allen’s cock a reassuring tug. “Just right.” He moved his head. “Well, can I?”
Allen let go. “By all means.”
Just as Allen had hoped, Chance looked up and flashed him a grin before wiggling his way down Allen’s body. He stopped in what looked like a fairly uncomfortable position, but appeared to be pleased with himself. Allen found himself pretty happy when Chance leaned over his hips and sucked that partially erect cock into his mouth.
As Chance’s lips touched Allen’s heating flesh, Allen gasped and reared back. If he’d thought the earlier blowjob in his car was something to write home about, this was worthy of a novel. Light, fleeting glances of tongue followed by good hard suction, never settling down into a rhythm but instead staying irregular enough to put him on edge and keep him there. Allen couldn’t help grabbing Chance’s head again and forcing the young man’s mouth further down, surging up into that hot, wet mouth.
All too soon, Chance drew off, licking his lips. Though he felt dazed, Allen heard himself asking: “That it?”
“Nope.” Chance’s tone was coy, as were the fingers running through Allen’s light trail of hair that arrowed down to his cock. “There’s something else we can do. And you’re ready now.”
Allen’s pulse quickened. “I really do hope that you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”
“Probably,” Chance said with a flutter of his eyelashes. “Do you have any lube?”
“Top drawer.” Just as he’d been at the cabin, Allen spoke in short words because they were all he could manage. “Should be a bottle. And a...” he paused. All things considered, he wasn’t sure he should insist on a condom.
Chance seemed to read his mind. “I’m clean,” he murmured quietly. “I can’t... diseases don’t spread like that. Not with people like me. And I wouldn’t lie to you, honest.” He paused. “Are you really sure you don’t want to know the truth?”
Allen had enough presence of mind to shake his head decisively. “Nope,” he declared. “Not now. Get on with this first.”
Chance held still for a moment before nodding. “Okay.” He sounded indecisive, but then squared his shoulders and slithered back up Allen’s body. His grin was anything but hesitant -- in fact, it was blindingly brilliant. “Later we talk?”
“Later we do whatever the hell you want. Right now...”
“Oh, yeah.” Chance nodded eagerly. “Lube.” He reached over Allen, careful of the injured arm, and pulled the bedside table’s drawer open. With what was possibly a young man’s unerring focus, he found the bottle of Liquid Silk right away and made a sound of appreciation. “Good stuff.”
Allen chuckled. “Only the best.” He shifted, his free hand worming its way down to his cock for a few stiff tugs. Yep, he was hard as a rock and ready to roll. “Don’t keep me waiting. I want to be inside you, if that’s where this is heading.”
Chance pulled back and leaned down for another one of those dirty, yet sweet, lingering kisses. “Okay,” he whispered against Allen’s lips before lifting off. With one knee braced on either side of Allen’s hips, he uncapped the bottle of lube and poured some into one palm. He rubbed his hands together and then anointed Allen’s cock with reverence.
Allen grunted, his dick twitching in excitement. “Your turn. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Uh-uh.” Chance shook his head. “I’m still slick
from earlier.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you touch yourself.”
Chance’s expression turned sly. He reached for his own erection, a thing of beauty and a joy forever, and began to stroke the length. “How’s this?”
“Damn tease. You know what I meant.”
“And I know I can take you.” Chance gave a shrug, and his silly blue robe fell off his shoulders to puddle on Allen’s shins.
“Lusty, lusty, lusty. I’m wondering if I should spank you for being such a wanton.” Allen considered. Too much action, not enough satisfaction, he decided, to misquote Elvis a bit. “Bring it on.”
“You bet I’m lusty. All for you.” Chance raised up and reached for Allen’s cock to position the both of them. “Ready for me?”
Allen groaned in response. It must have been enough, because Chance beamed at him, and then slowly began to lower himself on Allen’s cock. Both men sighed deeply as Allen’s dick slid up Chance’s tight channel, the walls hugging him hard in just the right places. By the time Chance’s ass was flush with Allen’s groin, Allen’s heart was beating ninety miles to the hour and he could barely breathe.
He did find enough air to order, “Ride me.”
Chance’s eyes were hazy, but his smile bright as ever. “Yes, sir,” he said, beginning to rise up. “Anything you say, sir.”
Allen shook his head in mock dismay, but gave that up as Chance began to squeeze him tight with internal muscles. “Sweet mercy!”
“Yup,” Chance agreed happily. He bore down again, clenching Allen’s cock closely. Almost all the way off, he slid down with incredible grace.
“Faster,” Allen pleaded. He felt like he was going to go off like a bottle rocket.
Chance nodded, his head tilting back and eyes closing in pleasure. He rose and fell, his burning hole grasping Allen’s dick so hard that Allen’s head went all swimmy with the sheer pleasure. Allen reached with his good hand and somehow found Chance’s cock -- and then, miracle of miracles, discovered enough coordination to stroke it off in time with Chance’s eager movements.
