by GA Hauser
Brodie smiled as he stared at it. “Better than trying to roll around on two twins, always sinking into the crack between.”
“You have to get home right away?” Julian smoothed his hands down to Brodie’s jeans.
Brodie checked his watch. It was nearing five. “No. I have some time. Want to christen the bed?”
Without a verbal answer, Julian was already turning down the spread.
“Where’s the lube? Did I pack it or did you?” Brodie asked, getting undressed.
“Shit. I don’t remember. Wait here.”
After he left the room, Brodie stripped naked, moving to look out of the curtain of the covered window. They had a view across the entire downtown skyline, unobstructed because of the height of the tower. He had a decent house in Bellevue, but it was almost ten years old. It didn’t compare to penthouse life in the newly renovated area of hip downtown Seattle. When Julian returned, condoms and lube in hand, Brodie couldn’t help but ask. “Over a million, right?”
“No. Just under. I bought it off plan. I think the other two attached to this are a million and a half.”
“Jesus Christ. How many square feet?”
“Nineteen hundred and fifty.”
“It’s as big as my house!”
“What did you pay for yours in Bellevue?”
“Four hundred thousand. I don’t want to sound nosy, Julian, but how the hell did you afford this place?”
Smiling, setting the items in his hand onto the nightstand, Julian undressed. “Dad pitched in a little.”
“Is that a fact?”
“And I don’t do half bad. I make a decent living.”
“No kidding. You share trade? The market’s been so crappy.”
“You, ah, wanna talk stocks or cocks?”
Watching Julian pump his a few times, Brodie laughed, “Definitely cocks.”
“Good.” Julian climbed onto the bed, reaching out for him.
Joining him on the huge, springy mattress, Brodie met him in the middle, lying on his side next to him. He cupped his face gently, moving in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, no tongues, just lips, soft, like petals brushing together. Brodie instantly felt his demand rising. It always seemed to bring him to the point of frenzied yearning at first kiss. He’d never felt anything quite like the connection he had with Julian. And truthfully he doubted he ever would again.
Julian opened his mouth, licking Brodie’s top lip, moving to the bottom, only to push in-between quickly after. As Julian made his way inside him, Brodie felt his cock throb, knocking against Julian’s as they faced each other.
Reaching down, going for that luscious, hard dick of Julian’s, Brodie ran his thumb under the head and over it, smearing the drop that oozed out over the tip. As he did, Julian opened his lips wider, moaning, sucking Brodie’s tongue into his mouth. Tongue-fucking Julian as they mashed lips, Brodie wrapped his hand around both their cocks, pressing them together. Julian’s hips came alive, pumping through Brodie’s palm, rubbing against the silky skin of Brodie’s dick.
Parting from him, looking at his blue eyes, Brodie stared at him for a moment, relishing in his beauty. “You hot mother fucker.”
Julian laughed softly, flattered.
After pecking his lips once more, Brodie lowered down on the bed. Just as he was getting ready to suck him, Julian tapped him, saying, “Bring it here.”
Shifting his position so he was straddling Julian’s head, Brodie leaned down to take him into his mouth, just as Julian reached up to do the same to him. Closing his eyes, enveloping Julian’s cock to the base, Brodie felt Julian doing the exact same to him and it sent him reeling. Julian copied every movement. Getting the idea, Brodie went for Julian’s balls, massaging them. His balls were massaged. Moving his finger to Julian’s scrotum, Brodie fingered it firmly, feeling Julian’s cock shiver and more pre-come juice slipped out of the tip. It was too much. Brodie wanted to come, and taste Julian’s come simultaneously. He quickened his pace, pushed his finger inside Julian, and Julian reciprocated. Brodie came, almost choking as Julian did as well and he needed to gasp at the intensity. He had to remember to swallow as his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the strength of the climax. Gulping him down, backing away so he could pant for breath, Brodie wanted to continue licking Julian’s cock, but the climax left him swooning for a moment. “Holy shit.”
“How about that!” Julian breathed heavily. “It was like sucking on my own dick!”
Brodie choked with laughter, rolling to his side on the bed, holding his stomach. It struck him as the funniest thing he’d ever heard. As if the laughter was contagious, Julian was hysterical as well, coughing, holding his stomach.
Finally settling down, Brodie peeked up at Julian as he dabbed at his eyes. “Wow. I’ve never done sixty-nine before.”
“We’ll have to do that again.” Julian let out another laugh. “Get over here.”
Spinning around on the bed, Brodie crawled across the length of the mattress to drop down by Julian’s side and snuggle. “Didn’t even need the lube.”
“No. Not this time.” Julian kissed Brodie’s cheek. “I don’t want you to go!”
“I don’t want to go!” Brodie whined back. “But I have to work tomorrow. I really wanted to do a load of wash, see my parents, you know.”
“Yes.” Julian brushed his hair back from his forehead.
“I’m calling a real estate agent tomorrow,” Brodie said like a warning.
“You know a good one?”
“I do. She’s great. She’ll do it right.”
“If you don’t mind the commute, move here this week.”
Brodie backed up, making good, strong eye contact. “It is right, isn’t it? It isn’t impulsive. We really do need to do this.”
“Yes.”
“Good. Yes.” Brodie nodded, like it was now a formal agreement. “Let me go, get home, and get started.”
“Okay. Last hug.”
He wrapped around Julian, rolling side to side with him. “I love you, babe. A lot.”
“You too, Brodie, you too.”
~
On his drive over the 520 floating bridge, Brodie felt lonesome. Instead of going straight home, he detoured to his parents’ house. Pulling in behind his father’s SUV, Brodie shut off the engine of his Porsche and looked up at the house. Giving out a deep sigh, he climbed out to assess what time had done to their opinion. It didn’t change anything, but it would be nice to know. He knocked, opening the screen door and trying the knob. His mother opened it.
“Brodie!”
“Hi, Mom.” He kissed her cheek. “Is Dad here?”
“Yes, we’re just finishing dinner. Did you eat?”
“No. Sorry to bother you.”
“It’s no bother. Come in and I’ll make up a plate for you.” She shouted, “Keith, Brodie’s here!”
Brodie turned the corner of the hall and found his father sitting at the table. “Hi, Dad.”
“Brodie. Come in, have a seat. Lucy, give him some food.”
“I am.” She hurried to fill a plate, setting it on the table for him.
“So?” His father chewed the food, staring at him.
“Why is your face all red?” His mother held Brodie’s jaw to inspect it.
“Windburn.” He nudged her hand away and began eating hungrily.
“Was it a nice trip?” his dad asked.
“Yes. It was. I recommend it. I’d rather have gone someplace warm though. It was very cold on deck. You couldn’t swim in the outside pool.”
“What’s Alaska like?” his mother inquired.
As he answered he felt as if they were avoiding the elephant in the room. Maybe they were pretending he hadn’t met a man. Perhaps they wondered if the end of the trip meant the end of the affair.
Once they had finished and the dishes were done, Brodie said, “Look, I need to talk to you. Can we sit in the living room for a minute?”
His parents exchanged pensive looks.
He knew they knew what it was about.
Once they had made themselves comfortable, Brodie took something out of his shirt pocket. “This is Julian.” He handed them a photo.
His father took it as his mother leaned over to see it. “Nice looking man,” his mother whispered.
Not commenting, his father handed it back.
Taking it, putting it back into his shirt pocket, Brodie laced his hands as he leaned over his lap to speak more seriously. “I know it’s unorthodox and completely coming from left field—”
“Yes.” His father’s expression was stern. “It’s what we’re both having a hard time coming to grips with, Brodie. You’ve dated women your whole life. Are you sure this isn’t some weird curiosity on your part?”
“I’m sure. I didn’t want to say anything about it to you before.”
“What does that mean?” His mother glanced at his father.
“It means,” Brodie stared straight at his dad, “I knew I was gay for a long time, but I tried to block it out.”
“What do you mean, you knew?” his father asked.
“I can only get off when I think about guys, Dad. Even if I’m with a woman.”
“You’re sure?” His mother seemed to be hoping he wasn’t.
“Yes. Very sure. I spent ten years dating women, maybe more, since I was in junior high. To be brutally honest, I don’t like them. They turn me off.”
“Maybe you haven’t met the right one.”
“Mom, it’s not that. I know it isn’t. You have any idea how many women I have dated?” He knew they did. “Twenty? More? I meet one guy. One. Julian. I fell head over heels in love with him. I can’t even imagine not being with him. Tonight, I’ll be on the phone to him for hours just to tell him I miss him.”
His father sat up in surprise. “You feel that deeply about him this soon?”
“Yes. I’m in love. Madly in love. And it’s not some experiment, some faze. I know myself enough to realize the real thing when I feel it.”
“Does he feel the same?” his mother asked in concern.
“Yes. One hundred percent.”
They exchanged looks between them again.
Brodie announced, “I’m not asking you for permission. I’m not even looking for approval, well, maybe I am, but I love you two. A lot. I want you to know how I feel first hand.”
“Okay, son.” His father nodded.
Brodie wanted to mention he was selling his house and moving in with Julian, but he couldn’t do it. It sounded so damn irrational. “I want you to meet him. Soon.”
“He can come over for dinner this weekend,” his mother offered. “Can he come by?”
“Yes. Most likely.” Brodie stood. “I still haven’t been home. I need to do a few things. I have work in the morning.”
They stood up, walking him to the door.
“Thanks for listening.” Brodie kissed his mother’s cheek.
“It’s okay, Brodie. I understand. I’m not judging you.”
Hugging her, he whispered, “I love you, Mom.” When he parted from her hug, he looked at his father. Even though he was a police lieutenant, he still had kind eyes. “Dad.” Brodie held out his hand.
His father brought him into an embrace. “It took guts to tell us, Brodie. I know it did.”
Feeling like he was growing emotional, Brodie patted his dad’s back and stood apart from him. “It did. But not as much as you think. Two things made me strong. Your love and Julian’s. With that, I can do anything.” He threw them a kiss. “See ya.”
“Goodbye, son. Drive safely.”
He waved at them, getting into his car, trying not to allow that hot tear to roll down his cheek. As he made the drive to his home, he used his mobile phone to call Paden.
“Hey, Brodie!”
“Hey, handsome.”
“So?”
“I’m madly in love.”
“Shut up!”
“No. I’m not joking.”
“Son of a bitch, Brodie!”
“I just told my parents. Paden, you have to meet him. He’s unbelievable.”
“You sound really happy, Brodie. I’ve never heard you talk about a woman this way.”
“I suppose that was our first clue. Let me go. I just got off the boat, had dinner with my parents, and now I need to get home.”
“Okay, cutie. Call me when you get a chance. Or better yet, set up a date for us.”
“I will. I can’t wait for you and Tim to meet him.”
“Me neither, Brodie. I’m very proud of you.”
“Thanks. Talk to you later.” Hanging up, Brodie couldn’t wipe the smile from his face.
~
Julian found a frame for the eight by ten photo he had purchased of he and Brodie. Setting it on his dresser in his bedroom, he smiled as he admired Brodie’s handsome face. Sitting on his bed, he picked up the cordless phone. “Hello, Mom? I’m home.”
“Hello, dear. How was your trip?”
“Good. Very good.” He kept his eye on the picture. “Anything you need to ask me? About what we talked about on the phone?”
“No. Your father and I had a long chat about it. Look, Julian, you’re a big boy. You can do as you like. You don’t need us to tell you what you can and can’t do.”
“I’ve invited him to live with me.”
“All right. It’s your life, your choice.”
“Thank you, Mom. I can’t believe you’re not angry.”
“Angry? Julian, we trust you. You’ve always been sensible, successful, and honest with us to a fault. Why would we suddenly judge you now because you fell in love? You want to know the truth? I’m glad. The women you bring by are horrible.”
Julian laughed. “You’ll like Brodie, Mom. He’s fantastic.”
“I can’t wait to meet him. Karen is jealous.”
Julian smiled warmly, brushing some lint off his slacks. “What are you guys doing Friday night? You want to come out to dinner downtown with us?”
“Yes. That would be lovely. Make reservations for us and we’ll meet you at your place. How does seven sound?”
“Perfect. Thanks, Mom.”
“My pleasure, sweetie. See you then.”
He hung up and called Brodie.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Hi, good looking! Miss me?”
“Yes. I’m going through sex withdrawal.” He waited as Brodie laughed. “Listen, what are you doing this Friday night?”
“Sleeping over your place for the weekend. Why?”
“Good. Because we’ll have dinner with my mom and dad Friday night.”
“Cool. Saturday night at my parents’ house.”
“Deal. So? Did we do it?”
“We did it.”
“Baby, I cannot wait until you are here full time.”
“Me neither, lover. I can be there very soon. I promise you.”
Julian stared at the photo on his dresser. “I’m looking at you now.”
“Me too. I have your picture in my hand. I’ll be jerking off to it in another minute.”
Chuckling, Julian whispered, “I love you, Brodie.”
“I love you too, Julian.”
“You buy the lube.”
“No, you! I bought it last time!”
“No way. You do it!”
They both started laughing in a riot, then at the same time they announced, “Okay, we’ll get it together.”
The End
About the Author:
Award-winning author G. A. Hauser was born in Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA, and attended university in New York City. She moved to Seattle, Washington, where she worked as a patrol officer with the Seattle Police Department. In early 2000 G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began writing in earnest and published her first book, In the Shadow of Alexander. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has written dozens of novels, including several best-sellers of gay fiction. For more information on other books by G.A., visit the author at her offici
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www.authorga.com.
Other works by G.A. Hauser:
Capital Games
Let the games begin…
Former Los Angeles Police officer Steve Miller has gone from walking a beat in the City of Angels to joining the rat race as an advertising executive. He knows how cut-throat the industry can be, so when his boss tells him that he’s in direct competition with a newcomer from across the pond for a coveted account he’s not surprised…then he meets Mark Richfield.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and fashion-model good looks, Mark is used to getting what he wants. About to be married, Mark has just nailed the job of his dreams. If the determined Brit could just steal the firm’s biggest account right out from under Steve Miller, his life would be perfect.
When their boss sends them together to the Arizona desert for a team-building retreat the tension between the two dynamic men escalates until in the heat of the moment their uncontrollable passion leads them to a sexual experience that neither can forget.
Will Mark deny his feelings and follow through with marriage to a women he no longer wants, or will he realize in time that in the game of love, sometimes you have to let go and lose yourself in order to really win.
Secrets and Misdemeanors
When having to hide your love is a crime…
After losing his wife to his best friend and former law partner, David Thornton couldn’t imagine finding love again. With his divorce behind him, he wanted only to focus on his job and two children. But then something happened, making David realize that despite believing he had everything he needed, there was someone he desperately wanted—Lyle Wilson.
Young and determined, Lyle arrived in Los Angeles without a penny in his pocket. Before long, however, the sexy construction worker nailed a job remodeling the old office building that held the prestigious Thornton Law Firm. Little did Lyle realize when he gazed upon the handsome and successful David Thornton for the first time that a door would be opened that neither man could close.
Will the two men succumb to the tangled web of societal pressures placed before them, hiding who they are and whom they love? Or will they reveal the truth and set themselves free?
