Until It Wasn't

by J. Grandison

  “Please do,” I respond as I squeeze my muscles around his girth. He rumbles his approval before pulling back until only the head remains lodged in my channel, and then thrusts back inside of me, his cock dragging across that sensitive gland. I may not last as long as I had hoped to. His invasion feels too incredible. His weight pinning me beneath him, his cock shuttling into me, it’s all enough to make me insane with the need to explode.

  “I’m not going to last,” my love says as he stares down into my eyes. I breath out a sigh as I wonder if I could, as well.

  “Me either,” I tell him, and he starts pumping faster, building us both up into another hemisphere. My hips buck to meet his every thrust, and soon, all I can do is let go and hope that I don’t disappoint him.

  I detonate. My back leaves the bed as the first spasm hits me and my cock jerks between us, spraying us both with my seed. Shawn groans loudly as his body locks above me, and I see bliss overtake his face. I feel his cock jerk inside of me and the warmth of his cum as it fills me, making me blow even harder. Rope after rope of cum sprays us, coating our stomachs with my release. His hips thrust forward one more time before he collapses against me.

  I open my arms and hold Shawn against me as our breathing calms and our bodies cool. This has been the most intense experience of my life, and I’m glad I saved myself for this man.

  I have no idea what is ahead for us, but I know that we will meet it head on, together. He is my future, and wherever we end up will be where I am meant to be.

  Chapter 20. Shawn… Two Months Later

  My life has changed so much in the last couple of months. I took all my illicit money and got an apartment for Braden and me.

  I went to Detroit to meet the coach and some of my future teammates. Can’t wait to start spring training. Braden will attend Wayne State University. They have a great art program, and he can still take his regular classes. I will graduate before we leave for Michigan with my BA in Business.

  My dad refuses to have anything to do with me, and I can’t say that it doesn’t hurt. But I will not let his bigotry get in the way of my happiness. My mom, she comes to our apartment once a week for dinner. Tristan, well, he became a close friend, and Charlie did out him after she was arrested for falsifying a police report.

  Her parents were not ecstatic about her shenanigans. She thought Daddy would get her out of trouble. He did not. However, she only received two years of probation and one hundred hours of community service. Her dad took her to the homeless shelter where she will be helping with meals for those less fortunate. She also got the shock of her life when the news of Tristan’s roommate being bi-sexual came out. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer cunt.

  My mom, Braden, and I flew to Austin, Texas so I could go to the cemetery where, Georgia, my birth mother is buried. She told us she paid for the funeral and burial. Mom wasn’t going to let them bury her as an indigent. She said Georgia deserved a proper burial for giving her something she would never be able to give herself…me.

  When I saw the giant headstone that donned her grave, it said, “Georgia Willens, May 21, 1977 - May 21, 1995. Loving Mother.” There was a circle under “Mother” with a picture protected by glass. It was a picture of a baby. It was a picture of me. I was blown away that we shared a birthday.

  Braden did some online searching and found a picture of Georgia; it was a yearbook picture from the year before she came to Merrydale. She looked exactly as she did in my dream. Her smile was beautiful. He tried to search for her family but came up with nothing. We are assuming she was probably a ward of the state.

  Since we have come home from our trip with Mom, Braden has been locked in the small second bedroom he turned into his studio. He won’t let me see what it is he’s painting.

  Speaking of paintings. The one Charlie took to the auction: Perfect…Until It Wasn’t. Unexpectedly, it sold for five thousand dollars, and the buyer wants to purchase more to hang in his gallery. The man literally bugged the Pettigrew’s until Charlie’s father made her give him Braden’s name.

  My man isn’t the kind of guy that likes a lot of exposure, but I encouraged him to, at least, show the buyer some of the beautiful landscapes he’s done. We meet with the man’s assistant next week.

  I no longer work for my uncle. Just as my dad behaved, he didn’t take too kindly to my coming out, either. Oh well, I found another job working for Tristan’s father’s construction company. He knows I leave in the spring.

  Tristan’s dad has known he was gay for a long time but never asked him about it. He said he wanted his son to feel comfortable enough to come to him and tell him when he was ready. He also knows I’m gay but doesn’t care as long as I keep bringing the wins to my team. He even said he may have to turn his back on the New Orleans Baby Cakes, a minor league team, to cheer on the Detroit Tigers.

  It’s been a long road to get to this place where I can be myself, but the journey has been so worth it.

  *****

  Walking in the door from practice, I can smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. I set my gear down and follow the scent. Braden Is standing at the stove. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, lowering my head to nip his earlobe.

  “Hey, how was practice?” he asks as he stirs what looks to be a pot of gumbo.

  “Babe, is that gumbo?” I take a big whiff.

  “Yes, it is. Your mom came over this morning and helped me put this all together. She said it’s one of your favorites.” Braden turns around to wrap his arms around my neck. I look down into those blue doe eyes, and I see the stormy clouds forming in them. The clouds that let me know he needs a release.

  “How long until it’s finished?” I ask as I run my hand down his torso to his already hard cock.

  “It’s actually done. I just have been letting it simmer,” he answers as his head falls back slightly and his eyes shut.

  I reach behind him and turn off the stove, then pull him as I begin to walk backwards from the kitchen to our bedroom, removing a piece of clothing every few steps. I direct us to the en suite bathroom and turn on the shower. Braden pulls my boxer-briefs and sweats down in one swift motion, gripping my length and balls as I unzip and pull his jeans down. His cock springs free.

  “Going commando, are we?” I ask with a raised brow. He blushes and let’s go of my cock as we finish removing our pants.

  I hold the shower curtain open for him as I watch his tight little ass flex when he lifts his leg to get in. I swiftly hop in behind him and forget to close the curtain. I cannot wait as I push him chest first into the wall. I place a kiss in the middle of his neck and down the center of his spine until I reach that perfect ass. I lick the right cheek then left. Reaching over to grab the bottle of body wash, I fill my hand with the blue liquid and gently open his cheeks, rubbing the soapy liquid on that tight little space that makes me crazy. Slowly massaging the now lathering gel, I move my finger and push it in.

  “Shawn…” Braden softly moans. With my other hand, I caress his balls, rolling them, tugging them, watching his head fall forward against the wall, his legs trembling.

  “Tell me what you want, babe,” I whisper in his ear before I lick the side of his neck.

  “You…I want you,” he says breathlessly.

  “No, Braden, what do you want from me?” I ask as I adjust my finger, going from one to two. I hear a groan.

  “I want you…in my ass…NOW!” he roars as he reaches around, grabbing my already tightened balls. I slide my fingers in and out, slowly, at first, then I quicken the pace as he finds the rhythm he is craving, stroking himself at the same speed I am finger fucking his tight little hole. We both let out a growl and stop the torture we are inflicting. I fist my cock as I push on the middle of Braden’s back until he is slightly bent over. I take the body wash and squeeze some on my shaft using my hand to completely cover my stiffness. Once I am coated, I grasp the head and rub it up and down the crack of his sweet ass, stopping and poking his ho
le.

  “Shawn, please. I need you so badly,” he begs, breathless and wanton. I line myself up and abruptly shove the head through the rigid ring. I feel his legs almost give out, so I wrap my arm around his waist to help hold him up. To my surprise, he juts his ass back, and it forces more of my cock into his body.

  “Jesus Christ, Braden. If you keep that up, I’m going to blow,” I say. Just then, he does it again harder and faster until my whole length is filling him. I thrust a couple times before I engulf his cock in my hand, stroking him fast and hard just like I’m fucking him. I feel his dick jerk just as mine does. I pull out, and as I feel his thick, hot liquid run down my hand, mine shoots all over his back. Both of us are breathless and satisfied, we speak no words.

  After the earth-shattering shower, Braden calls me into his studio. I walk to the door and lean against the frame.

  “Babe, come here. I want to show you something,” he says, waving me in. I walk to where he is standing fixated on the canvas sitting on the easel.

  When I turn to look at it, tears instantly fill my eyes. It’s breathtaking. The painting portrays my birth mom with the wings of an angel, holding a baby and gazing adoringly down into its eyes. He painted her as she looked in that yearbook picture. I cannot find my words.

  “Shawn, do you like it?” Braden asks with fear in his voice. I blink until I can see clearly, until the tears that were making my vision blurry have all fallen.

  “It’s beautiful,” I answer as grab him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He buries his face into my neck. I feel his head lift as he steps away so he can hold my face between his hands, placing a simple, soft kiss on my lips. At that moment, I know forever will never be long enough. Our love has been hidden, forbidden, and broken…

  Until it wasn’t.

  Epilogue: Braden

  We have been happier than I ever could have imagined possible. We are getting ready to move to Detroit, and I have talked Shawn into visiting my parents before we leave. They’ve only met Shawn once—when they came to visit us at school shortly after the crazy week we had dealing with Charlie and his father.

  The two of them helped us move into our new apartment and had dinner with us. The rest of their stay was spent touring New Orleans and Baton Rouge. They’ve never been to Louisiana and did the whole tourist thing. I had so much going on that I was not able to go with them.

  I miss them, and I want Shawn to get to know them, too.

  My parents are excited to have us, and I can’t wait to show Shawn some of the places that have inspired my art. I only hope he can feel the magic as I always have. With some luck, my parents will have left us enough time to explore.

  My mother has planned dinners with the rest of the family, and usually, will have my schedule planned for me before I even get there. I would be annoyed if I didn’t know she does it because she loves me. She wants to show off her son and make sure we won’t be bored. That could never be as long as I’m with Shawn.

  We pull up in the driveway, and my parents are already out there to greet us. Shawn chuckles as I moan in embarrassment. He reaches over and squeezes my thigh as he laughs softly. I shake my head. He wouldn’t think it was so funny if it were his parents. Then again, his mom spends more time at our place than she does her own. He still has no relationship with his father, and I doubt he ever will. Even if his father came around again, it’s too late. Shawn wants nothing to do with him. I don’t blame him at all.

  Soaking in my parent’s over-exuberant welcome, I realize just how lucky I am that they love me. They are the most supportive parents, and I’m fortunate to have them.

  “They love you almost as much as I do,” Shawn says as soon as he throws the car in park. Tears fill my eyes as they always do when he says something incredible. I unlock my seatbelt and pull his head toward mine for a quick kiss before our schedule is no longer our own.

  “Will your parents let us share a room?” he asks as he takes a quick nip at my bottom lip.

  “Yes. If not, I will be sneaking into your room tonight,” I tell him as I finally pull away with a sigh.

  My parents are already at my door before I open it. They take turns hugging me before they pull Shawn over to join us. He’s embraced within an inch of his life. His cheeks are red, and his dimples are standing out by the time they release him. I love it when he looks like this. It reminds me of when we make love. That flushed skin and the smile that melts my heart is always present after we are intimate.

  My parents lead us into the house and up to my room. Thankfully, they give us the same room, and as soon as the door closes again, I am pulled against him, and his mouth is devouring mine. I snuggle in against him as I always do, our bodies meeting in a fevered exchange that always leads to us naked and writhing in passion. He drops to his knees, and I’m expecting him to open my pants, but he doesn’t. I look down into his fevered eyes, and he swallows nervously. I’m stunned that he’s behaving so strangely. I’m about to say something to him when he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a simple gold band. My heart stutters within my chest.

  “I was going to wait until dinner tonight, but this seems like an even better moment.” He swallows hard again, still staring up at me as though I am the very center of his universe.

  “I knew the moment I met you that you were the one for me. I acknowledged I needed to get my shit together so I could make a future for us. You were the motivation I needed to pull my head out of my ass,” Shawn says, and I laugh through my tears as he continues. “I knew I loved you the second our eyes met and that someday I would marry you. I waited until I was positive you loved me too and that we could get the hell out of town before asking you the most important question I will ever ask you.” He stares up at me with tears trailing down his cheeks and takes a deep breath.

  “Braden Scott, will you please marry me? Make me the happiest man in the world.” I fall to my knees in front of him, cupping his cheek in my hand.

  “Yes.” I’m barely able to rasp the word out through my tears. I can’t believe this is happening. I know we both love each other. I just thought he would wait a while, or I would be the one to ask. Admittedly, this is better than I ever imagined it to be. He has made every dream I have ever had of love and marriage come true. He was my every fantasy, and now he is real.

  We pull each other’s clothes off, not caring if we’re heard or where we’re at as long as it’s together. All we care about is joining as one. Every caress, every touch is an affirmation of our love. Our bodies collide and join as we celebrate our new life together and the future we will have.

  This is our beginning; the story we will tell of how we met and fell in love. How we will grow old with one another. How our love stood the test of time, through adversity and struggle. How we became an us.

  About Amy Robyn

  Amy Robyn is a wife and a mother of three crazy boys. She also has three dogs she considers her children. She is currently living in Louisiana. She loves to sing karaoke and spend time with her family. She enjoys a good happy ending and that carries through in her books.

  About J. Grandison

  Born and raised in Michigan right outside of Detroit. J. has two adult daughters and a chihuahua who is needier than her girls ever were. She has loved to read and write fiction stories since elementary school.

  She also writes under the pen name LJ SeXton.

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  Looking for Him

  His Voice

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  When Loving You Was Wrong

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