by CJ Bishop
“Your son…?’
“I put him to bed about twenty minutes ago.” Nolan closed the door. “That’s why I didn’t have you come over sooner. I wanted to get him settled in and asleep.”
“I bet it didn’t take him long to crash out, huh?” Grid chuckled. “He played hard today.”
“Yeah, he was out like a light,” Nolan murmured.
Grid stared at him. “Are you okay?”
“He really bonded with Jules,” Nolan said quietly. “I hate the thought of having to keep him away.”
“You won’t have to.” Grid moved closer. “It might be a fight, but you’re going to win this thing.”
Nolan shook his head, defeat radiating in his tired eyes. “No, I’m not.” Had he already surrendered? “I appreciate Horatio bringing in his attorneys and everyone caring enough to take an interest in my situation, but it’s a losing battle.” His gaze caressed Grid’s face longingly. “Which makes me wonder why I asked you over. All of this…” he shook his head. “…it’s an illusion. It can never be real.” In contradiction to his own words, Nolan stepped toward Grid and slid his fingers through his hair, cupping his head. Their brows touched and Nolan closed his eyes. “But we don’t have to face reality tonight, do we?”
His heart pounding, Grid whispered, “No.” He rested his hands on Nolan’s waist, the warmth of his skin seeping through his clothes and into Grid’s fingertips. “We don’t have to think about anything but this right here.”
Nolan hugged Grid hard and buried his face in his neck. Grid held him tight and shivered when Nolan kissed his neck, his ear. His lips grazed Grid’s face, following his jawline, seeking out his mouth where he pushed into a desperate kiss. Grid clutched his back, fingers pressing into his hot muscles through his shirt, their kiss hungry and frantic.
They moved across the living room, and Grid pushed Nolan up against the hallway wall, pulling open the front of his shirt. He rubbed firmly up his exposed chest to his neck and gripped his head, crushing his mouth in another kiss.
Moments later, they were in the bedroom where Nolan stripped Grid of his shirt then tugged at his pants. His eyes blazed as Grid took over and shed his remaining clothes. Nolan turned him around and dragged urgent fingertips down his back and over his ass, then up again, his hot breath panting against Grid’s shoulder. He flattened his hand between Grid’s shoulder blades and pushed him forward until Grid was bent over, hands on the bed. Nolan finished undressing and began caressing Grid’s body again, dropping kisses up and down his back and all over his ass.
“I love your body,” Nolan whispered with a tremor as he ran a finger between Grid’s ass cheeks then went to his knees and spread him open. Grid shuddered when his wet tongue rimmed his hole, nudging through the ring.
“Fuck…” Grid groaned as Nolan reached between his legs and stroked his cock in a downward motion while he tongued his ass. “Oh my God…” He squeezed the blankets, his body tensing.
Nolan stood and sheathed his cock with a condom, lathered his shaft with lube and rubbed some into Grid’s ass. He slid his hands around Grid’s hips and stepped closer. His slick cock-head slipped against Grid’s tight hole, sliding up and down through his crack before pushing in.
“Uuh…” Grid gasped as Nolan’s thick cock stretched him open, sinking in deeper and deeper. “Fuck…that feels so good.” Grid pushed back to him as Nolan ground in extra deep, pulling another gasp from Grid. Shoved up tight against his ass, Nolan rolled his hips, the tip of his dick massaging Grid’s prostate. “Oh my God.” Grid clawed the bed, his breath quickening. “Fuck, baby—yes.”
Nolan squeezed his hips harder, tension seeping into Grid through the man’s fingertips gouging his flesh. “Shit…” Nolan gasped thickly and rocked his cock deep inside Grid’s ass, punching his sweet spot again and again. “Oh fuck…”
Shivers prickled Grid’s skin, tingling his entire body. “Yeah…” he moaned unsteadily. “Fuck me, baby…”
His breath ragged and broken, Nolan curved over Grid’s ass and thrust with force. “Oh my God…fuck…” His lips touched Grid’s back below the nape of his neck, his breath puffing hot across Grid’s shoulder blades. “Fuck, baby…uuhh-uuh-fuuuck…”
Grid perched one knee on the edge of the bed, opening himself up a fraction more as Nolan made good use of the position and nailed him deeper, harder, rocking him back and forth. The mattress creaked and groaned as Grid clenched fists of the blankets, his jaw tight as stiff groans pushed out between his clamped teeth.
“Oh my God…” Nolan panted, breath hissing between grunts. His pelvis smacked against Grid’s tense ass cheeks as his thick, hard cock impaled him urgently and relentlessly. “Uuh! Fuck!” Nolan pushed him forward onto the bed and down on his stomach, pinning him to the mattress as he fucked him desperately. “Uuuhh—God…fuck!”
His face pressed against the bed, Grid puffed and panted and gasped, fingers aching as he clawed the comforter and thrust his ass up to his lover with equal urgency and desperation until the bed was shaking and rattling, their cries ricocheting off the bedroom walls. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped that Reuben was a heavy sleeper.
Nolan wrapped him in his arms, clutched him in a death grip, and buried his face in Grid’s hair, sharp gasps exploding against the back of his head as the man clawed his chest and cried out stiff and ragged—and blew his wad.
Moments later, Nolan’s arms relaxed and he sagged against Grid’s back, panting hard. “I’m sorry,” he trembled, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t mean to…finish so quickly.”
Grid smiled, his heart racing wildly. “Don’t ever apologize for fucking me like that.” Nolan moved off him, and Grid turned over, his cock hard as steel. Nolan grasped his shaft and stroked him as they kissed deeply, both men’s passion still burning hot. Grid’s kiss softened and he urged Nolan up against the pillows. Grid gazed at him with desire and affection. “With all you’re dealing with,” he murmured. “It’s a wonder you lasted as long as you did.” Nolan spread his legs as Grid moved up between his thighs, caressing his damp, hot muscles. He leaned down and kissed Nolan in the center of the chest then slowly pasted warm kisses up his throat to his mouth. “Just lay back and relax,” Grid whispered. “And let me make love to you.”
“Make love…” Nolan stared up at him, eyes lightly glistened. His hands trembled as he rubbed his palms up Grid’s body. “Maybe we shouldn’t call it that.”
Grid brushed his lips on his mouth. “Why not?”
“It might make it harder for us to let go,” Nolan said thickly.
“Nothing is going to make it easier for me at this point.” Grid kissed him deeply and stroked his face. “We could call it fucking and pretend it’s just sex, but we both know it’s more than that.” He combed his fingers through Nolan’s soft, damp hair. “We can’t change that now.” He kissed him again. “And I don’t want to. I like how this feels. I’ve never felt anything like it before.” He pressed his head to Nolan’s brow. “Have you?”
♦
What Nolan saw in Grid’s eyes made his heart pound with fear and excitement. Grid wasn’t fully grasping the hopelessness of their situation. Nolan understood it, yet he continued to hold onto Grid when he should be sending him away, insisting he stay away. His first attempt hadn’t held. He could lie to himself all he wanted, but he knew he hadn’t wanted it to hold. That first night with Grid had been explosive—life changing.
Had he ever felt anything like this before? He swallowed and ran his hands up Grid’s back. “No.”
“So, for tonight, at least,” Grid said softly against his lips, “don’t try to deny this thing we’re feeling for each other.” He kissed him more deeply and cupped his head, their warm tongues curling around one another, tugging and sucking.
Nolan shivered and pushed his body up against the young man, already experiencing a fresh tingling in his loins as Grid’s hard member rubbed up and down Nolan’s heavy cock. “I want you,” Nolan trembled in
to his mouth. “I want you so much.”
A light shudder swept through Grid, and his lips paused on Nolan’s mouth. “I’m yours,” he whispered with an unsteady quiver to his voice. “No matter what happens after tonight…I’m yours, and I’m here for you.” He closed his eyes and hugged Nolan’s head, his mouth pressed to his ear. “Even if you get married…I’ll still be here for the times you can’t take it anymore and need an escape.”
Tears formed and Nolan shook his head. “I would never ask that of you. That wouldn’t be fair to you.”
“You’re not asking.” Grid hugged him tighter and pushed his hips deeper between Nolan’s thighs. “It’s my choice. And such a situation is no fairer to you than it would be to me. She has no right to force you into marriage. You’re not the one at fault if you’re unfaithful to her. She’s forcing your hand. She doesn’t deserve your loyalty.” He kissed him. “I’ve never met the woman, but I hate her.” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard. “You and I…we have the right to see where this takes us. What she’s doing isn’t fair to either of us. And to use her own child as leverage against you…that’s fucking bullshit. Reuben deserves better than to be used as a pawn in her twisted game of manipulation.”
Nolan squeezed his eyes shut as a tear slipped out and ran down his temple. “He does.”
“He will,” Grid whispered and kissed him softly. “You’re going to win this. We’re going to win.” He kissed him once more then lifted off him, fished out a condom and strapped it on, generously lubing his shaft. “But we don’t have to think about that right now.” He leaned forward and dipped down, kissing Nolan’s stomach, his belly button, then dragged his tongue along his heavy member, causing it to respond with a twitch and slight firmness.
“Mmm…” Nolan drew in a shaky breath. He bit his lower lip hard and moaned deeply as his cock slipped into Grid’s silky wet mouth. “Oh my God…” He groaned louder as Grid took his dick into his throat and sucked him hard. “Uuhh…fuck…”
Grid stroked him a few times then sat up on his knees and rubbed Nolan’s inner thighs, spreading his legs wider. Heat burned in his eyes as he slipped his hands under Nolan’s ass and lifted him up, his lubed cock sliding between his cheeks. Nolan shivered and gripped the bed, his throat locking as Grid pushed inside him.
“AahhGod…” Grid gasped and shoved in a little deeper. “Oh my God, baby…you feel so good.”
Tremors ran through Nolan as his lover’s engorged cock stretched his inner sleeve, popping through the flesh bands, invading him to his core. “Oh fuck…” he whimpered and arched his hips.
Grid caressed his stomach and chest, leaning over him as he slowly rolled his hips in a sensual motion, gliding his hard member in and out. “Yes…” Grid moaned, his handsome face pinching with sexual ecstasy as he drove in to the hilt with each gentle thrust. “Fuck…” he released a slow, shaky breath and slowly pumped Nolan’s ass. “Nolan…” another deep exhale of air seeped out, and Grid shuddered, his hips swiveling smoothly, stirring his cock inside Nolan, pushing his magic button over and over. Nolan’s cock responded, gradually stiffening as his balls began to ache, filling with a fresh supply of cum. “Oh fuck, baby…” Grid sank lower, his elbows pressing into the bed on either side of Nolan, maintaining his rhythm. “Oh God, I don’t ever want this to end.”
Neither do I. Nolan curled his legs around Grid’s body and flattened his hands on his back as Grid’s hot, damp muscles strained and flexed beneath his palms. “Uuhhmm…fuck me, baby…you feel so good…”
Sliding his arms beneath Nolan’s arched back, Grid held him tight and kissed him with intoxicating passion as he picked up his pace and thrust at him with greater momentum, yet retaining full control.
“Fuck…” Nolan gasped and clutched his hot body. His fingers raked down to Grid’s firm ass, and he gripped his tight, flexing cheeks, pulling his lover deeper inside him. “Uuuhh—fuck me…fuck me, baby…oh God, don’t stop…”
Grid gyrated his hips a little faster, punching his ‘spot’, conjuring another orgasm in Nolan.
“Oh my God…” Nolan gasped hard and thrust up to him, clawing his ass. “Uuhh! Fuck—yes—uuh—uuhh! Oh God—oh fuck! Yes—right there—right there—keep fucking me just like that…”
Grid buried his face in his throat, puffing hard against his damp skin. “Oh my God, Nolan,” he whimpered tightly. “Oh fuck…I’m gonna come…shit…” He held out a little longer, though, and loosened his arms, reaching between them to grasp Nolan’s cock. His lips trembled on Nolan’s mouth. “Come for me again…” he shuddered and pumped Nolan’s shaft urgently. “Come, baby…come…come…uuuhhh—fuck! I’m right there, baby—I’m gonna come!”
The intensity in Grid fueled Nolan’s orgasm. His cock turned to granite in Grid’s fist, and his balls churned and knotted up tight. “Uuh! Fuck!” he cried, panting erratically as the cum began to surged up his shaft. “Oh fuck—fuck—fuuuck!” Hot juices shot up his stomach, pumping out in forceful squirts. “Uuuhh!!”
“Yeah, baby,” Grid choked through a clenched jaw as he relinquished control and fucked him madly, pounding his ass with wild abandon. “Oh my God! Fuuuck—yeeesss!” His hips snapped, and body jerked as he unloaded into the condom. Grid gasped hard, his body contorting as he shoved in deep and hard, a strained grimace on his beautiful flushed face as he thrust again and again, riding through the orgasm. “Oh my God!” He collapsed suddenly, his hot body heavy on top of Nolan. Grid panted, sucking in deep breaths, his face against Nolan’s slick throat. “Oh fuck, baby…” he gasped thickly, tremors shaking him. “…you’re so fucking amazing…I’m never giving you up…”
Chapter 15
Freddy? Dane blinked, certain he must be hallucinating. “Freddy…what’re you doing here?” Caution stiffened his voice; he didn’t trust his cousin’s motives. The man had made it clear how he felt about Dane’s “lifestyle”—and at that point, he hadn’t known about Dane’s profession. He still didn’t, but that wouldn’t last for long. And Dane wasn’t ashamed and refused to try and hide any part of his life from a bigot, regardless if they were blood relations.
“I was hoping we could talk.” Freddy shifted uneasily and glanced past Dane as Angel slowly approached. “Alone.”
“No. Tomorrow Angel will be my husband. So, whatever you have to say to me, you can say in front of him. I’ll tell him anyway.”
“It’s okay,” Angel said. “I’ll go for a walk. I need to get some air anyway.” He smiled at Dane, eyes smoldering with lingering heat. “It’s kind of warm in here.” He looked at Freddy and flashed a genuine smile. “Nice to see you again.”
Freddy nodded but didn’t speak or appear happy about seeing Angel again.
“I’ll be back in a few.” Angel pushed up on his tip toes and boldly kissed Dane on the lips.
“Don’t go far,” Dane told him. He didn’t want him out on the streets after dark.
“I won’t.” Angel slipped out the door past Freddy and disappeared down the hallway.
Dane moved back and invited Freddy inside. “If you’re here with the same argument as before, you’re wasting your time. I don’t care what you or anyone else think of me or my relationship with Angel. We’re getting married tomorrow, and nothing and no one is going to stop us.”
Looking around, Freddy finally faced him. “Your parents love you, whether you think so or not. When you showed up like that, it affected them deeply. And hurt them deeply, as well, when you forsook them and walked away, choosing…this over them.”
“I forsook them?” Dane stared at him incredulously. “You were standing right there, Freddy. They hardly welcomed me home. Barely acknowledged Angel—who is the most important person in my life. I went home in hopes that they could just accept me for who I am. They don’t have to agree with it, but they don’t have to hate me for it, either.”
“I told you, they love you. But how can they in good conscious be a part of all this?”
“All what?” Dane nearly
snapped. “My life? The people here, they are my true family.” He jabbed a finger at the door. “Angel is my family. They have all supported me and loved me for who I am, taken me in as family. This is what my parents don’t want to be a part of? Because there is no me without them. We are all part of each other, our lives woven together like a real family should be.”
Freddy stared at him, unfazed. “Sounds kind of like a cult.”
Shaking his head slowly, Dane murmured, “You don’t know shit, Freddy. Your mind is clamped shut so fucking tight you aren’t capable of having an original thought that wasn’t planted there by your hypocritical upbringing. You judge people without knowing them, taking Bible verses out of context and using them as weapons. You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me except that I’m gay. But I guess that’s all you need to know to condemn me, huh?”
Silence settled heavy over the studio apartment as the two men stared at each other. “You don’t know me, either,” Freddy said. “Aren’t you judging me as well? You call me closed-minded, but you refuse to listen to or consider anything I have to say. Isn’t that being hypocritical?”
Dane’s eyes narrowed. “I will not consider the words of anyone who think that mine and Angel’s love is vile and disgusting. He is the purest and most perfect person I know. He has a heart of gold and the willingness and ability to forgive in ways that you can’t begin to imagine. So, no—it isn’t being hypocritical by standing up for the man I love.”
“You knew how your parents felt,” Freddy said. “You couldn’t just come by yourself on your first visit back after almost a decade? Did you really think that bringing your boyfriend with you was the best course of action?”
“Fiancé,” Dane corrected. “And as I have been stressing to you, Angel is going to be my husband. If they can’t accept that, if they can’t accept him as their son-in-law, then they don’t need to bother accepting me either. Which, clearly, isn’t going to happen anyway.” Freddy started to speak, but Dane stopped him. “And don’t tell me again that they love me. A parent’s love is supposed to be unconditional. Theirs isn’t. They will only love me if I conform to their beliefs and life as they think I should live.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, but that isn’t love. That’s manipulation. And I’m not that hard up for love. I have all I need right here.”
