by K. C. Wells
Rick smiled sweetly and held up a fist. “You think your pretty face could take my fist? Because that’s the only fisting you’ll get if you try that, mister.” He grinned. “But if we’re talking kinky, I could always get one of those metal sounds and slide it up your slit.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Angelo yelled with a shiver. “You just hit the red zone on my gross-o-meter.” Rick dropped onto the bed beside, him, howling with laughter. He sighed and tugged Rick into his arms. “Let’s face it. We’re vanilla, through and through.”
Rick kissed him slowly, pulling on his lower lip and sucking it. When he broke the kiss, he stared into Angelo’s eyes, his pupils dark. “There’s nothing wrong with vanilla. Lots of kissing, licking, sucking and touching. And what follows lots of kissing, licking, sucking and touching?” His voice was husky with desire.
Angelo cleared his throat that had tightened. “Making love. With the man I love.”
Rick smiled. “Now there’s an idea.”
Angelo shifted lower on the bed, until Rick was lying on top of him, straddling Angelo’s thigh. He gazed up at Rick’s face hovering above him, and smiled. “I believe you mentioned kissing,” he whispered.
Rick’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah, gotta have kissing.” Their mouths met, and Angelo parted Rick’s lips with his tongue while he caressed and stroked down his back to the swell of his arse. Angelo spread his legs and rocked gently, rubbing his balls against Rick’s thigh. Rick propped himself up on his arms and deepened the kiss, low grunts of pleasure escaping his lips when Angelo reached lower to squeeze his arse, fingers digging into the firm flesh. Angelo kept up that slow rocking motion, his full dick now rubbing against Rick’s belly.
“Oh, now what do we have here?” Rick said with a grin, before shifting to his side, his lips reconnecting with Angelo’s in a sensual kiss. Angelo’s cock jerked up and then smacked down on his belly with a dull thud. Rick chuckled. “Someone’s eager.” He moved slowly to grasp Angelo’s dick around its base, before taking it carefully and deliberately into his mouth, all the way to the root. No hurry, no urgency, just the slow worship of Angelo’s shaft. Angelo lay there and accepted it, his hand stroking over Rick’s shoulder, maintaining their connection, while Rick stroked across his inner thigh to his balls, a whisper of skin on skin.
God, it was heaven. Slow, languid passes of Rick’s tongue down his cock, lower, lower, until Angelo’s balls were gently sucked into wet heat, wringing a groan from Angelo’s lips. Then a gasp as Rick shifted again, once more above him as they kissed again and again, before he began a leisurely path down Angelo’s torso, laying a trail of kisses to his dick. Angelo closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel of Rick’s lips and tongue on his body. When he could take it no more, he opened his eyes.
“My turn,” he said, licking his lips.
Rick knelt up. “What did you have in mind?” He pumped his heavy cock.
Angelo smiled. “Sit on my face? I want to get you ready for my dick.”
Rick let out a sigh of sheer contentment. “I thought you’d never ask.” He moved to straddle Angelo’s head, affording him perfect access to the tight pucker. Rick rested his body on the mound of pillows and gripped the headboard, knees far apart as he awaited Angelo’s tongue.
Angelo wasn’t about to make him wait long.
He reached up to spread Rick’s cheeks, and chuckled when Rick reached back to help him. Angelo licked over his hot hole, loving the shivers that ran through Rick’s body, morphing into shudders when he pushed insistently with his tongue, the tight muscle loosening further for him with each attempt.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Rick moaned, rocking gently above him.
Angelo was in no hurry either, fully engaged in the worship of Rick’s hole. When Rick began to writhe, his moans gaining in frequency, Angelo rolled onto his belly and knelt up behind him, sliding his thick cock between cheeks damp with his saliva. It never grew old, the sense of joy and fulfilment he got every time they made love. There was still that same awe, that the man before him was his, truly his, mind, body and soul.
“God, I love you.” The words came from his heart.
“Love you too, but I’ll love you even more if you get inside me right this second,” Rick gritted out.
Angelo laughed and stretched out a hand to grab the lube from its usual place on the bedside cabinet. A swipe of slick fingers through Rick’s crack and over his cock, and he pushed inside him, a slow, insistent penetration until he was fully seated.
“Oh.” Rick’s breath left him in a long sigh. “Yeah. God, yeah.”
Angelo grabbed hold of Rick’s hips and began the sensual in-and-out that always made his body sing, his heart beat faster, and his blood pump harder. He rocked into him, the motion fluid and regular, loving the familiarity of it all, how Rick pushed back to meet his thrusts, both of them breathing faster now.
“You still feel as amazing… as you did… that first time,” he ground out between thrusts, hips rolling, alternating long, deep, slow glides into that tight channel with short, quick plunges. “God, you feel so good.” He pulled his cock free and dropped onto the bed on his back. “Sit on my dick.”
Rick turned quickly and sat astride him, reaching behind him to guide Angelo’s shaft inside him. It wasn’t long before he was bouncing on Angelo’s hard cock, their lips locked in kiss after kiss while he clung to Angelo’s shoulders, feeding him loud gasps and groans of pleasure.
Gone was the desire for slow, leisurely, unhurried lovemaking. Angelo’s blood pounded in his ears, his skin tingled and his body raced toward its climax. Rick leaned on his arms and held himself still while Angelo thrust up into him, dick sliding faster, pistoning into him.
“Fuck, so deep inside you,” Angelo moaned, trying to get deeper still, the slap of flesh against flesh growing louder.
“Let me,” Rick demanded, his hands flat on Angelo’s chest. He rocked back and forth, moving faster, Angelo’s cock sliding in and out of him like a well-oiled piston, Rick’s own dick as hot as a firebrand against his belly, slippery with precome. He leaned back, hands now on Angelo’s thighs while he rocked faster, faster, Angelo powerless to do anything but take it, staring up at the beautiful man fucking himself on Angelo’s cock. When Rick bent over him to kiss him, Angelo seized his chance to fuck him harder, the two of them see-sawing as one gave way to the other, their moans and grunts growing louder with each thrust into Rick’s arse.
Except Angelo wasn’t ready to accept orgasm, not yet.
He lifted Rick and grabbing him around the waist, shifted him onto his back. Angelo pulled out of him and tugged him toward the edge of the bed. Rick nodded, his eyes wide, and drew his knees to his chest. Slowly, so slowly, Angelo pushed inside him for what he knew would be the finale. He leaned between Rick’s legs to kiss him, a leisurely exploration with his tongue while he began to slide deep into him, until his dick was buried up to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he murmured. “Feel me deep inside you? Filling you slowly?”
“God, yes,” Rick moaned.
“Nice and slow,” Angelo breathed, “so deep inside you that I could almost feel your heartbeat. “
“Oh my God,” Rick groaned. “I have … no fucking complaints… whatsoever… about vanilla sex… not when it…. it feels this fucking good.”
Angelo grinned. “You said it.” He began to pick up speed, his cock sawing in and out of that tight hole, both of them clinging to each other as they rocked together, gaining momentum. Rick’s hands were on his back, his shoulders, his neck, on his hair as Angelo fucked him, face buried in Rick’s neck as he slammed into him now, flesh slapping loudly against flesh.
Angelo reached between their bodies to wrap a hand around Rick’s dick, tugging hard, working the hot shaft as he pushed him closer to his climax. When Rick stiffened and cried out, his cock sending an arc of come past his shoulder, Angelo groaned with joy. He pulled out and lay down beside Rick, holding him through his org
asm, kissing him, and stroking his damp chest and belly. When Rick’s breathing grew more regular, Angelo kissed him on the lips.
“Love watching you when you come,” he murmured into his ear.
Rick smiled. “I love that feeling too.” He got up and crawled across the bed until he was poised above Angelo’s still rigid shaft. His gaze met Angelo’s as he bent over his groin to take Angelo’s cock between his lips and suck the head, hard.
That wet heat was all it took to have Angelo spurting into his mouth, his body trembling as he arched up off the bed, Rick taking every drop, until Angelo collapsed, panting. Rick cleaned his dick with a slow tongue, making him shudder.
Rick chuckled after giving his cock one last lick. “Funny. You don’t taste of vanilla.”
Angelo held his arms wide and Rick didn’t hesitate. He crawled up Angelo’s body and gave a happy sigh when Angelo held him close while they kissed.
Angelo broke the kiss and looked Rick in the eye. “Would you change the way I taste?”
Rick grinned. “Only if you could somehow make your come taste like chocolate.”
Chapter Eleven
March 28th
Dr. Rollins sat down behind her desk and gazed at them, her eyes kind. “I’m glad you came to see me. It’s always best to seek medical advice as soon as possible. I know you’ve probably been worrying about this, and I understand that completely, but after running the test, everything checks out.”
Will stared at Dr. Rollins. “But that can’t be right.” Nathan was in his arms, sucking on the dummy that had kept him peaceful during the test. Will stroked up and down his back, keeping the motions soothing.
“What are his hearing levels?” Blake asked. “Are they normal?” Blake looked as tired as Will felt. Neither of them had slept well the previous night, and Will could hear the strain in his voice.
Dr. Rollins regarded him calmly. “This test doesn’t give us hearing levels.”
“Then what the hell does it do?” Will blurted out. Blake laid a hand on his thigh, and he took a deep breath. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
She smiled. “It’s okay. Like I said, you’ve clearly been worrying about this. Let me explain. The procedure is called an OAE—Otoacoustic Emission—and it’s the same test they would have done when Nathan was born. It looks at the function of the outer hair cells in the ear.”
“A test which he’s passed both times,” Blake commented. “And none of this explains why he’s obviously having difficulty hearing.” He clicked his fingers to the side of Nathan’s head. When Nathan didn’t turn toward the sound, Blake returned his attention to the paediatrician. “Now don’t tell us that’s a normal reaction.” They’d watched as she had conducted similar tests, and Will’s heart sank when Nathan showed no reaction to the noises produced.
We’re not imagining this.
She looked from Blake to Will, and finally to Nathan. “Ordinarily, I’d recommend that we monitor his reactions and do a follow-up with behavioural testing when he’s six months old. Because based on our examinations, his ear structures appear healthy.”
Will straightened in his chair and stared at her. “You said ‘ordinarily’.” That one word gave him hope that she wasn’t going to sit on her arse and do nothing. Why else do we pay for private healthcare?
She nodded. “What makes me consider the alternative is the fact that I am acquainted with you two. I’ve been Sophie’s paediatrician since she was three months old, and I know you two don’t go running to a doctor at the first sign of a temperature.”
“So what is your recommendation?” Blake asked, a touch of impatience creeping into his voice.
Dr. Rollins gazed at the monitor on her desk and moved the mouse over the pad. “I’m going to refer you to an otolaryngologist for the recommendation of an ABR.” She raised her head and gazed at them. “This is the next level of testing. The ABR, or Auditory Brainstem Response test, will measure Nathan’s brainwave responses to sound so we can get a complete picture of his auditory system. Once Nathan is given the go-ahead for testing, then you need to see an audiologist.” She peered at the screen and smiled. “You won’t be surprised if I tell you there are at least five of them on Harley Street.”
Will glanced at Blake and raised his eyebrows. Private healthcare was one thing, but Harley Street, famous for its large number of private medical and surgical specialists? Blake met his gaze with a shrug. Will knew that look. It was Blake’s ‘I don’t care what it costs because we’re doing it anyway’ look.
Will addressed Dr. Rollins. “Who do you think we should see?”
She moved the mouse. “I’ve made a few referrals to Alan Donovan. He’s an audiologist and he’s good. I have no idea how long you’ll have to wait for an appointment, so I’d call as soon as possible. You might be lucky and he can fit you in promptly.” Dr. Rollins returned her attention to the screen. “Deborah Michaels is good, as is Eric Taylor.” She looked up at them. “I have no idea what their waiting lists are like either, but you never know. There are always cancellations. Start calling them and see if one of them can fit you in.” Blake cleared his throat and she sighed. “Or, you two can take Nathan out there to the waiting room where there are some toys that might interest him while I make a few calls.”
Will smiled. “Thank you. We really appreciate this.” He got up and carried Nathan out of the office, Blake following. When the doctor’s door was closed and they were alone in the waiting room, Will gave Blake a hard stare.
“You shouldn’t bully her.”
Blake widened his eyes. “That wasn’t bullying! All I did was cough.”
Will arched his eyebrows. “Mm-hmm. And you knew exactly how she’d react.”
Blake gave a shrug. “I figured she would have more luck if she’d already referred people to these guys.” He sat on the couch next to Will and reached into the large toy box beside it. When he held up a brightly coloured, soft cloth rabbit, Nathan’s face lit up and he made a grabby hand for it. He squeezed it and a loud squeak filled the air.
Will’s chest constricted. He can’t hear that. “What’s wrong with him, Blake?” he said softly. “He’s passed that bloody test twice.”
Blake put his arm around Will’s shoulders. “Then they obviously need to conduct different tests, okay? It doesn’t matter about this latest result. We saw what happened when she rang the bell and clapped her hands. Nothing.” He leaned over and kissed Will’s cheek, before kissing Nathan’s forehead. “We are going to get Nathan seen by someone who specializes in this, and we will get to the bottom of it.”
The door to the doctor’s office opened and Dr. Rollins came out to them, a sheet of paper in her hand. “Okay, this was the earliest appointment I could get for you. Deborah Michaels will see Nathan on Thursday morning. The pre-test instructions are here, and it’s important that you go through them, because Nathan will be sedated.”
Will blinked. “Sedated? Why?” That one word was enough to set his heart racing.
“Because the ABR will only run properly when he’s asleep.” She gave them a half smile. “Don’t worry. This will explain everything you need to do. Let’s get some answers for you.”
Will nodded. “Thanks, Dr. Rollins.”
Blake stood and took the sheet, folding it and placing it in his jacket pocket. He held out his hand to her. “Thank you, and thanks again for calling them.”
She crooked her eyebrows. “You knew I would, didn’t you?”
He smiled. “I had an inkling, yes.”
She paused, Blake’s hand still in hers. “Once we have the results, we’ll be able to make the best recommendations for Nathan’s needs.”
Both Blake and Will nodded again, Will’s throat tight. He didn’t want to think about some of the possibilities.
They said goodbye and left the clinic, Will pushing Nathan in his pushchair as they walked to the car park. Blake was quiet, and Will could understand that. If Blake’s mind was anything like his, right
then his thoughts were in overdrive.
He sighed. “The last thing I feel like doing is heading home to write. I’ve never felt less like writing in my life.”
Blake halted in the middle of the pavement. “Then don’t. All I want to do right now is spend time with you and the kids. So, how about we go to Sophie’s nursery, pick her up, and the four of us can go to the park or the zoo or something? And then tomorrow let’s pack some bags and go away for a couple of days. Maybe to the seaside. Anywhere.”
Will stared at him. “You’re going to let Sophie miss school?”
Blake snorted. “Why not? It’s not as if during those two days she’s going to miss lessons on brain surgery, is it? She isn’t even four yet, for God’s sake!”
Will shrugged. “I thought brain surgery was last week. This week it’s nuclear fusion.” He smiled. “I love the idea though.” Because if we’re keeping ourselves occupied, we’re not thinking about Thursday. As much as he wanted answers, Will was scared he wouldn’t like them when he got them.
* * * * * *
March 31st
Blake’s heart was hammering so hard, he was certain Will could hear it. They stood beside the medical couch where Nathan lay on a blanket, sleeping. Nathan had seen the ENT for a medical check and Dr. Michaels, the audiologist, had already performed two tests. One to ensure that Nathan’s middle ear system was working properly, and a more familiar second test when she’d tried to get Nathan to turn his head toward various sounds. But this last test, the ABR, was what Blake been both looking forward to and dreading since their appointment with the paediatrician.
Keeping Nathan awake as late as possible the previous night, stopping his feeds after four-thirty in the morning, no liquids after seven, keeping him awake during the drive to the clinic…. It was all scary as hell and Blake wanted it to be over.
