by Sean Michael
They settled, side by side, staring at each other, fingers exploring with light, careful touches. He was hard, his prick dripping, but it was more important to touch, to relearn, to let the need grow between them than it was to get a quick orgasm. He wanted to spend all night making love.
One soft kiss turned into two, then another, Luke so close, so present. He moaned, letting Luke hear how much he liked what they were doing.
"Love you. This is amazing. Us."
"You're amazing." God, he was so in love it hurt.
He kissed Luke harder, his hands moving with more intent now, less mapping and stroking and more...wanting to get Luke as revved up as he was beginning to feel. When he started hearing the needy little sounds, feeling the way Luke moved against him, he knew it was working.
"I want you." He wanted to feel Luke's tight little body holding him like it would never let him go.
"Please." Luke moaned, one leg sliding up over the top of his.
He shifted them and reached over Luke to get the lube from his headboard. He wasn't surprised to find his hands were shaking, that his heart was pounding.
He leaned his forehead against Luke's as he opened the lube, looking into his lover's eyes. "Missed you. So much."
"I missed you. Every day. Touch me?"
Nodding, he grabbed Luke's leg and draped it over his hip, giving himself room to get his hand behind Luke's balls. Fingers finally slick, he rubbed them over that tight, hot hole. Luke gasped, pushed into the touch.
Instead of pushing, he let Luke's own movements take his finger in. It made him groan, to feel that tight heat surround his finger, Luke's walls like silk. He believed that they were going to make it, heal. Succeed.
He slid a second finger in with the first, slowly stretching Luke's body so it would take his cock. He was careful not to hurt, not to stretch his lover too far. He would take his time, even if it killed him. Luke groaned, bore down, took him deeper.
"Oh, baby. Damn." He moved his fingers, searching for that little sweet spot.
"Uh-huh. Please. Touch me."
He found Luke's gland and nudged his fingers against it.
"Oh." Luke went still, eyes wide.
"Again?" He nudged that spot, rubbing it with his fingertips.
"God, yes. Right there." This was what he remembered, the eager hunger.
He licked at Luke's lips as he kept touching, kept Luke sparking high. He loved how Luke's body shuddered, shook for him, gripped his fingers.
"I can't wait to be buried inside you, baby." It had been so long.
"I want to feel you. Need to."
He let his fingers slide away and shifted them, moving Luke onto his back in the middle of the bed. God, Luke looked good there. How many times since they'd parted had he imagined Luke just like this?
His lover grabbed his knees and pulled, spreading himself.
"Fuck." Affton shuddered, nearly coming just from that.
"Uh-huh. That's the idea, right?"
That surprised a laugh out of him and he nodded. "I'm still clean, baby." If Luke wanted him to wear a condom, he would, but he hadn't done anything without one since Luke and he got tested once a year.
"I was tested, over and over, but you don't have to trust me."
"I trust you, baby." He grabbed the slick and rubbed it onto his prick.
"God, that's hot. Like wicked hot."
"Not as hot as it's going to be inside you." Fuck, that was cheesy. He didn't care, though, because it was the truth. Not only that, but Luke's laugh was beautiful.
He looked away from Luke's face long enough to get his slick prick lined up with Luke's equally slippery hole. He might have overdone the whole lube thing a little. Laughing at himself, he held his prick in place and pushed, finally looking back at Luke's face when the head of his cock managed to push in.
Luke moaned, eyes heavy lidded and near closed. He kept watching them as he continued to push in, his prick going in almost easily as Luke opened up for him.
"God, feel that." Luke's body rippled around him, milked his cock, tried to pull it in deeper.
"Oh, fuck, baby." He leaned their foreheads together, panting as he tried hard not to shoot on the spot.
"Uh-huh." Luke started moving, riding him in tiny, gentle motions.
"Damn. Fuck. Luke." Each word came out huskier and he shuddered, began to work with Luke, meeting each movement. He'd thought he'd never feel this again.
Luke reached for him, grabbed his shoulders and held on tight.
"Love." He met Luke's eyes and moved harder, finding a good, strong rhythm.
"Yeah. Yes. Love. I feel you."
Holding Luke's gaze, he continued to push in. He tried to make it last, keep the rhythm from speeding, to keep them from rushing too quickly to the end. It wasn't easy, though. This was his dream, this, right here.
Except it wasn't a dream. This was real. Moaning, he kissed Luke, the movement driving him deeper into his lover's body.
"So full. I feel you, love. More."
"More." He nodded, moving faster, harder, letting everything go now, but filling Luke over and over. Luke met each thrust, driving up toward him.
When he could feel himself getting close, he wrapped his hand around Luke's prick, wanting his lover right there with him. Luke was hard, cock dripping, body milking him.
"Come for me, baby. Please." He needed Luke to come first.
"Yes. Yes, oh God..." Luke's lips parted, the sweet ass squeezing tight.
His hand squeezed automatically tighter around Luke's cock, his fingers brushing over the tip. He felt Luke's orgasm, all around his cock even before Luke's come hit his fingers. Crying out, he let himself go, let the amazing movements around his prick pull him over the edge with Luke. He filled the hot body with himself.
Oh, God. Luke. His Luke. He collapsed onto his lover, all but sobbing out his joy.
"Affie. Affie, it's you."
"It's me, baby. It'll always be me." He wasn't letting anyone hurt his baby. Not ever again.
"Always. Oh, God, Affie. Tell me this is real and that you forgive me."
"It's real and I forgive you, baby. You're here now. I don't want to waste another minute rehashing what happened." How could he hold Luke running away against his lover given the circumstances?
He could feel himself slipping out of Luke's body and he sighed as his prick came free.
"Can I stay?"
"You're going to have to because I don't want to let you go." He settled next to Luke, tugging his baby in close as he got the blankets over them.
"Oh." Luke nodded, curling in, head pillowed on his shoulder.
"I love you, baby."
"Love you. Love you." Luke sighed, leg draped over his. "Can we go have pancakes in the morning?"
"That'd be awesome, wouldn't it?" He nodded. "Pancakes in the morning. It's a date."
"A date." Luke sighed. "Night."
Then, like a light was turned off, Luke was sleeping for him.
"Night," he murmured, kissing the top of Luke's head.
He let his own eyes close, let himself sink down to sleep with Luke, telling himself that Luke would still be there in the morning.
* * * *
He woke up, blinking as he tried to remember where the hell he was, why he wasn't sleeping in his recliner. He was warm, very warm, and it was because of the body wrapped around his like a blanket.
"Affie." It was real. It hadn't been a dream.
Affie mumbled something and pressed closer, morning wood like a brand against Luke's ass. He found himself pressing back against the stiff flesh, hips rolling gently.
"Mmm." That sounded more awake and Affie's hand slid over his belly.
Luke let his eyes closed, let himself just feel. Warm lips slid along his shoulder, leaving his skin wet, hot.
"Good morning, lover."
Affie hummed against his skin. "It is. Best morning in I can't remember how long."
"Mmmhmm. I slept hard." He'd felt warm,
happy. Safe. Home.
"Me, too." The soft nibbles along his shoulders and neck continued, Affie rocking almost absently against him. Then Affie's hand slipped from his belly to his prick.
He was half-hard and happily pushed into the touch, moving easily. Affie's hand wrapped around him, holding his prick and stroking. It didn't feel huge or harsh, just steady and peaceful. Even better were the kisses that continued to work over his back, his neck. Affie loved on him, breathed on his skin. He rocked, slow and easy, pushing against Affie's heat.
"Love waking up to you," murmured Affton.
"I still fit?"
"What do you think?" Affie tugged him in even closer, the man's prick leaving a hot, wet trail on his ass.
"I think I fit perfectly."
"Yeah, that was pretty much what I thought, too." Affie turned him, mouth crashing down on his, the kiss anything but sleepy.
It surprised him, and he was more surprised by the way his desire grew.
"Love you." The words were fed into his mouth, Affie making him feel cherished, wanted, sexy.
"Love." He laughed, the sound weird and wonderful to his ears.
Beaming at him, Affie lay mostly on top of him, body heavy and good, skin so warm. He wrapped one leg around Affton's hip, held on tight.
"Oh, God. Luke." Affie rocked them together, their cocks bumping and rubbing.
"Uh-huh." He tangled his fingers in Affie's hair, pulling his lover into a kiss.
Affie was into it, tongue pushing into his mouth, sliding on his teeth, his gums. The bed was groaning, the springs singing as they moved. One of Affie's hands slid down to wrap around his hip, pulling him up into Affie's thrusts.
"Love your hands." He loved this bed.
Moaning, Affie tightened his hold, pressing harder into him. His balls drew up and he groaned, heading for three orgasms in twenty-four hours. One of Affie's thighs slid between his legs, pushing up against his balls, the friction delicious.
"Yes." He nodded, right there.
Affie's grin was wicked, the kiss he was given, wild. He wasn't sure he knew how to be this happy. Affie kept rocking them together, their mouths keeping busy with one kiss after another. His cock leaked, his balls drawing up tight.
"Gonna come for me, baby?"
"Yes. Yes, love. God, it's so good."
"It is. The best. So fucking sexy for me, Luke." Affie was only barely making sense, his words full of moans and groans.
All Luke could really do was agree, moan, and go with it. Affie's hand slid away from his hip, moving to stroke over his nipples. The sweet touch made him hum and he came, pleasure suffusing him.
"Baby!" Affie cried out and rocked hard against him, hips jerking as more heat spread between them.
He rested there, eyes wide, staring. Affie kissed him softly, pressing him into the mattress and panting. He couldn't help his smile, not at all.
Affie grinned right back at him. "You still want to go for pancakes, baby?"
"After our shower."
"Oh, shared showers... I remember those."
"Yeah?" Luke couldn't stop smiling. "Do you remember them fondly?"
"I remember them most fondly. Except for the bits where we'd always manage to run out of hot."
Oh, God. Yeah. He shivered. "How's your hot water heater here?"
Affie gave him a predatory grin. "Much, much bigger."
"Oooh. Think we can empty it?"
"I think we can try." Affie grinned and rubbed their noses together.
God, it was magic. Total magic.
A short, hard kiss was pressed to his lips, and then Affie stood and held out his hand. "Come into my shower, baby."
His fingers fit perfectly in Affie's. "I'd love to."
Affie squeezed and drew him in close.
"Tell me this is the beginning of our happy ending, Affton."
"This is the beginning of our happily ever after, baby. I promise."
"Works for me."
The weird thing was, it did.
Chapter 5
Affton arrived at the office just before eight thirty on Monday morning, and it hadn't been easy to do, either. He usually was raring to go on a Monday morning, coming in much earlier, eager to move through his list and keep working his way up the corporate ladder. Having Luke back in his life gave him something else to live for.
The weekend had been amazing, baring Nathan Banner's appearance on Friday evening.
He was more in love with Luke than ever, and fairly certain the feeling was mutual. They had plans together for the holidays, as well as dinner tonight. Whistling, he settled at his desk and made himself concentrate on working.
His phone buzzed, a text coming in. "Affie. Please. He's here."
He frowned. Luke had come in with him, working from the office today. He texted back, "Who?"
"Nathan."
Oh, fuck no. He called security as he headed to graphics on a run, taking the stairs because they had to be faster than the elevator. He hit the graphics office, pushing through the door, eyes searching for Nathan, for his Luke.
Some woman... Louise, that was it, was standing in the center of the office, hands on her hips. "...care what you say. You don't get to come in here and threaten people."
"Security is on its way, Nathan. You're better off leaving on your own because the company will press charges." Affton scanned the room for his baby.
"I'm going to sue him for libel. Does he think he can besmirch my name and get away with it?"
"I haven't said a word about you, publicly. Go away." Luke was at his desk, pale as snow.
Affton went over to Luke, putting himself between his lover and the biggest asshole he knew. "You can still be arrested for what you did, so I'd tread very carefully if I were you."
"I didn't do anything. He's a liar," snarled Nathan.
"I am not." Luke held his head high.
"I'll believe Luke over you any day of the week." Affton glanced at his watch. "You've got about another thirty seconds before security comes in here and throws you out on your ass."
"I'm going above your head." Nathan was shaking, clearly furious.
"I didn't cancel the contract. The boss did. So he already knows."
Thank fucking God, there was security, the two big men coming in, moving to Nathan when Affton nodded in the scumbag's direction.
"You'll be sorry for this." God, Nathan sounded like a crazy man. If he hadn't believed Luke over the man before--and he had--this would have made him.
Luke stood, shook his head. "I spent years being sorry. I'm over it."
Affton was so proud of Luke for standing up to the animal who'd hurt him.
"Do what you want, Nathan. You've already done your worst and he's survived it. You can't touch him anymore." Affton nodded to the security guards. "Get him the fuck out of here."
"Yes, sir." Then the man turned to Nathan. "Sir, if you'll come with us, please?"
Nathan screamed and lunged toward him and Luke. The guards didn't let him get two feet. The best part was that Luke never stepped back. Affton was so fucking proud of his baby. So fucking proud.
"Luke, honey? You okay?" Louise came over to Luke. "You're pale."
"I'm fine. I am." Those pretty eyes met Affton's. "You got my text."
He nodded. "I did. And I came."
Turning to the room in general, he called out. "Okay, people, show's over, it's time to get back to work--you're not getting paid to gawk. Luke, I'd like to see you in my office, please."
"I... Sure. Yeah." Luke nodded, grabbing his laptop bag.
Affton strode out, confident Luke was following him. He didn't want to put Luke through any more of a scene. They headed up, again taking the stairs, neither one of them saying a world.
The minute he closed the door to his office behind them, he turned to Luke and folded his baby in his arms.
"Affie." Luke looked at him, eyes wide. "I'm so tired of having to apologize, over and over."
"You don't have to apologi
ze to anyone."
"Okay. Thank you for coming."
He tilted Luke's face up, looking down into his lover's eyes. "I will always come when you call, baby."
"And I promise to call, when I need help."
Something inside him eased. He hadn't even realized he'd been worried that Luke would do the same thing again. He slowly lowered his mouth to Luke's, the kiss slow, intense. Luke tasted like coffee and banana bread and like love.
"Oh fuck, baby. Thank God you guys screwed up the Chalmers job."
Luke laughed, the sound soft, tickled. "Thank goodness you followed me to the coffee shop. I need to get back to work. You want to go have supper later, spend a couple hours boxing my stuff?"
He beamed, so pleased Luke was serious about moving in with him, eager to get started. "I do. I was here at eight thirty. I can leave at four thirty."
"Just call. I'm flexible. I'm working on a commercial for Virgil's."
"Okay, baby." He took another kiss. "Love you."
"I know. See you tonight. Don't work too hard."
"I won't." He didn't think he could. His mind was full of Luke.
"Cool." Luke kissed him again, then headed out, whistling.
It made him smile, confident that if this could be Luke's reaction to Nathan showing up and threatening the man, they could weather anything.
All they had to do was work at it.
Sean Michael
Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, Sean is currently attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate-spinning and soap-carving sex toys.
