Where There's Smoke

by B L Morticia

  “Fuck, Jonas.” Myles moaned and shifted around to face me. We stared at one another a moment, before I inched in, tilting his chin up to meet mine.

  Gazing into his green eyes, I ran a gentle hand over his cheek, then down the side of his neck. He wasn’t that much shorter than me. In all actuality, he was the same height as Santiago.

  “Yes.” I only spoke the one word. I already knew what he wanted. “If we weren’t here−”

  “I’d have your ass on that couch, with your hands up above your head, taking me deep,” Myles said through gritted teeth.

  I bit back a moan and smiled at him. “Newsflash, my man, I don’t mind being topped.”

  “Even better,” Myles ground out and stepped closer licking out his tongue only to pull it back into his mouth.

  He chuckled and moved back, shaking his head. “Not quick enough, fire boy.”

  “Fireman,” I corrected him, putting an emphasis on the last part of my title. “Do that again and see if you can get away, you big tease.”

  Myles smirked at me and let his tongue slide out.

  Before he could retract, I grabbed his head, bringing it closer to mine so he couldn’t escape. When our mouths connected, I forced my tongue into his mouth, swirling it around tasting everything, loving every moment of mixing our saliva together.

  Myles appeared to be totally into it too, kissing me as a boyfriend would.

  A lover.

  He licked my lips, then tongue fucked my mouth as if it were his dick going in and out of either one of my holes.

  “Baby…” I breathed and held him close. I ran both hands down to his buttocks, caressing them through his slacks. I squeezed them tight in my hands and lifted him up slightly so he could feel how hard I was for him.

  “And you say this isn’t about sex,” Myles managed between labored breaths.

  “It isn’t. It’s about being a family with Macy, and then more if you want. I won’t force you and neither will Santiago,” I answered him, tracing his lips with my tongue. When I finished, I drifted downward on his skin until I arrived at his Adam’s apple.

  “Fucking liar,” Myles said again, attempting to push me off. I wasn’t letting go.

  With every ounce of my strength, I held onto him, while I made my way back up on his neck with kisses and nips. Again, I forced our mouths together, covering his lips with mine. I’d licked him and now he was mine, as they said in those stupid ass memes. Only this time, it was true. I had the real thing in my arms. The man who made me temporarily forget about the gorgeous man I had at home.

  And with each kiss, lick, and feel of our cocks rubbing together through our pants, I felt myself saying to hell with why I was doing this or for who. Definitely for Macy first because she’d become a big part of my life, but dammit, for all of us, because we deserved happiness.

  And now I’d believed we could only achieve true happiness as a triad, raising Macy to be a beautiful young woman, ready to take on the world.

  After what seemed like forever, I noticed the nurse from the corner of my eye. I had a feeling she’d stood there staring awhile because she came in, looking a little flush around the cheeks. Good for her, because like I said, I had no issue with being an exhibitionist. I drew the line at fucking here, though because of, well, Myles’s mom was a patient and this was a hospital. I wouldn’t be trying no matter how much I wanted to feel Myles’s cock in my ass.

  No question there was some attraction there between us. So much so, we didn’t stop until she’d called out that third time.

  After we both splashed water on our faces in the bathroom, separately, we walked into his mother’s room to talk with the doctor. When I looked at Mrs. Greyson’s face, I couldn’t help feeling the pain and hurt of my mother going through the same thing. She appeared as if she was sleeping. Her silver hair was in a bun. She lay against the pillow, not moving, and completely unaware of what was going on. I remember talking to the doctor about my mom and he said it was probably best they aren’t aware of what they go through before they die. And I had to agree because obviously, Myles’s mom and mine had been through some hell.

  As the doctor talked, I held onto Myles’s hand, feeling him shudder like a leaf in the wind. The doctor expressed his sympathy and asked Myles one more time if he truly was ready to pull the oxygen.

  Myles said yes, and the nurse came behind us with forms to sign. Although it was necessary, I hated that hospitals put people losing their family member through such shit. While he signed, I caressed his shoulder, to let him know I was here. In less than a minute, Myles gave the documents back to the nurse, and they asked us to stand back so they could remove the mask and the machine.

  Still hurting, Myles didn’t want to move. He reached for his mother’s hand and softly patted it, before I helped the nurse pull him away.

  When we reached the other side of the room, Myles fell into me, not able to hold it together anymore. Right away, I caught him, holding his body tight against me.

  “Shh. I’m here for you, man. I already told you.”

  Myles cried on my shoulder and clutched my back.

  “Don’t leave me, Jonas. I can’t go through this alone.”

  I nodded and kissed his head. “I’m not leaving your side.”

  Not now and hopefully, never again.

  * * * *

  Santiago

  It had been two days and Jonas hadn’t contacted me other than to text to say he’d made it to Chicago and that Myles asked the doctor to make his mother comfortable. I wanted to call. Little Macy had taken all my time. I had no time to miss Jonas or Myles because she kept me busy and happy.

  Settled in, I took a sip of my cola. Yes, straight with no liquor, then pushed the speed dial to call my man. After three rings, he finally answered.

  “Hey, Santi.”

  “Hi. How is Momma Greyson?”

  Silence.

  I could hear Myles in the background crying and I knew the worst had occurred. “Oh God, is she…” I clutched at my collar and tears welled up in my eyes.

  “Yeah, Santi. She passed away about an hour ago. I’m sorry. I wanted to call, but, I was consoling him.”

  A tear rolled down my cheeks, and I gulped hard remembering the couple of times I’d met Mama Greyson. She was so sweet, kind, and loved Myles with all her heart. Unlike my mom, she didn’t give a shit that he was gay.

  “It’s okay, babe. You had to be there for him. That’s what you’re there for.”

  “Yeah, well, Garrett just came in with his wife, Sherri. They’re with him now. It was so fast, Santi. It reminded me of when I lost my mom only fewer people around her.”

  “I hear ya. I wasn’t too sad when my mom passed, but I cried a lot when grams died. Um… so when are you coming home?”

  “Well, I told Chief I’d be back by Friday. I’m gonna try to convince Myles to come with me. He needs to get away, even if only for a little while.”

  “I agree.”

  “Uh, Santiago. Myles and I…” Jonas’s voice went lower.

  “You had sex?” I gasped.

  “No. I don’t even know if he wants that, being that he’s grieving and all.”

  “I told you I was fine with it. Whatever he needs.”

  “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to say, we’ve kissed a lot. Groped, and… God, babe.”

  “Yes, believe me I get it. You want to go further?”

  “Yes, I do, but I wanna make sure you’re okay with it.”

  “Of course, I am.” And I was, even though a little jealousy niggled at me. Not because they’d be together, but instead, how I wouldn’t be there to watch them. I could see it in my mind’s eye. Jonas bent over, naked while Myles was behind him, penetrating Jonas and holding him around the waist. I took another drink from my glass, wishing it was scotch along with the soda. My cock jumped in my pants at that vision and I couldn’t wait to see it play out in front of me.

  “Santi?”

  “Yeah. I’m fine with it.”r />
  “Okay, good. Um… I think Myles wants to speak with you.”

  “All right.” I waited for Myles and heard the phone change hands.

  “Myles? Baby, I’m so sorry.”

  “Thank you. Sorry won’t bring her back, but it is what it is. Listen, I need you to keep Macy for a while longer. I need to make arrangements. I thought maybe the two of you could come back up here when everything is set. I should be ready to be Poppa once… Oh my God, she really is gone.” Myles cried.

  Hearing him wail, I shed a few tears along with him. I took a deep breath to collect myself. “Listen, Myles, it’s okay. I’ll keep Macy here for as long as you need me to.”

  “Well, I’ll need her back in my life soon,” Myles said through tears. “I− I do like Jonas being here, he’s been a big help. I can see why you love him.”

  I loved hearing him say that and I smiled through the tears. “Yeah, he’s a big lug, but he’s loveable.”

  “Yes he is. Look, I know you sent him here…”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Santiago don’t lie to me.”

  “Look I’m not, okay? It was all Jonas’s idea.”

  “Fine, but I can’t see it, Santiago. Well you already know how I feel. We could make it right, the two of us and invite Jonas whenever if that will make you feel better.”

  I sighed, shaking my head. “Myles, let’s not talk about this. Please?”

  “Just think about it, all right? I’ll let you talk to your man. I love you, Santiago. I always will and Momma loves…loved you too.”

  “Yes, and I love her. Bye, babe.”

  “Bye, Santiago.” Myles didn’t say anything else. I heard changing again.

  “Hey, Santi.”

  “Yeah, hey. Babe?” I leaned back and held the cell between my shoulder and ear while I finished my drink. “Don’t feel bad about sleeping with him, okay? If you spend the next two days doing everything he needs then do it. Do it for him, you, and me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Jonas

  On the way back from the hospital, Myles didn’t say a word. As I drove his vehicle, he sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the windshield, only blinking his eyes. He looked like a zombie and unfortunately, his mother passing away seemed to take all the fight out of him.

  Though still an overly handsome man, Myles’s hair had grown these last three or so weeks. His green eyes bloodshot and his cheeks were full of fuzz from not shaving. The bags under his eyes had nearly doubled since the first day I’d seen him. Completely downtrodden, defeated, and looking helpless. I knew this look well since I’d been through the same thing. The pain of losing my mother resurfaced, but I had to be strong for Myles.

  My new friend.

  Regardless of what he said, I’d hold out hope for that and more. Somewhere in that heart of Myles’s was a part who wanted to be loved and no matter how long it took, we’d try finding it.

  Not taking my eyes off the road, I reached over and took one of Myles’s hands into mine. I brought it up to my lips and brushed them over his skin.

  “Talk to me, Myles. Let it all out and don’t worry about being ol’ alpha dog, now.”

  Myles sighed and his lips curled into a wry smile. Not huge, but at least a tiny improvement from the look of despair he’d had on his face for the last forty-eight hours.

  “When are you going back?” Myles said dryly.

  “Friday. I promised Chief I’d be back before the weekend.”

  “Okay, that seems long enough. By the time you leave, I’ll be able to face the funeral directors about arrangements.”

  “Why don’t you come to Cobalt for the weekend to spend time with Santi and Macy? I mean, we’ll make room for ya’ and you can enjoy nature for a bit. Forget about Chicago. Consider it a mini vacation.”

  Myles shrugged. “Can’t. I gotta be here for Momma. I know she’s gone, but… I also need to try getting in touch with my sister again. Besides, I’m sure you miss your man and you’d rather spend some time alone with him.”

  “I do.” I squeezed his hand tighter. “But, I’ll be at work. When I come home, we don’t have to do a thing but hold you. We’re not rushing you into anything.”

  “I thought you said we wouldn’t talk about this now. I can’t comprehend this shit, Jonas. I won’t. Not when I just watched my mother take her last breath, not when−,” Myles stopped and begun crying aloud again.

  As he let it all out, I grasped his hand and continued to drive. I had to hold it together for both of us or we’d have much bigger problems.

  “Goddamnit, Jonas. Why does God hate me? Why… fuck!” Myles used his free hand to punch the dashboard. “He’s taken away everything that’s mattered to me. My first man, Pierre, my father, now my mother, my sisters’ on drugs, and Santiago.”

  “You’ve got Santiago, Macy, and me. I already told you.” I squeezed his hand again.

  “Santiago is your man, Jonas. Even if I went along with this stupid shit, the two of you concocted, he will be yours first. It’s only right. I let him go. I let him slide right through my fingers because I couldn’t give him what he needed. I should’ve accepted the long-distance relationship. At least I’d have something. Thank goodness for Macy, but other than her, my company, and my material things, I have nothing. No one.”

  “Myles −,”

  Myles held up his hand “Don’t. Spare me the bullshit, okay? Let’s make a pact that we won’t talk about this cockamamie idea anymore until you’re ready to leave, all right? For the remainder of time you’re here, you’re gonna pretend it’s only me and you. Act like a lover. Hold me, kiss me, and let me fuck your brains out for the next twenty-four to thirty-six hours, only taking breaks to sleep and eat. I want you to make me forget everything just for a little while. Can you do that for me, Jonas? Please? If you do, I’d be forever in your debt.”

  Listening to Myles’s plea, I only smirked and eyed him from the side. “You would be, huh?”

  “Yes. If you or any of your friends need financial planning, or−,”

  “Oh Myles, this isn’t about business. I don’t want money or anything to do with financial shit. When the time comes to pay up, I’m gonna remind you what you just promised me, all right?”

  “Fine. I can’t imagine what the hell you’d want, but okay. I’ll play along. Now. When you get to the light up ahead, make a left and we’ll be at my condo, 417 East. Instead of parking it, we’re going to leave it down here with the valet because I won’t need to drive for a couple of days, unless it’s driving you to the bus station.”

  Amused, I followed the directions while still holding his hand. “Am I acting like the perfect lover?”

  “Not quite. You will be perfect when I get you naked, with your ass up in the air, and your hole lubed up to receive me.” Myles sneered.

  Looking forward to him making good on that promise, I groaned inwardly. I shook my head, chuckling to myself. Myles was indeed an alpha, and I had to say I couldn’t wait to be taken by him and ridden hard like the bull at the rodeo.

  When we arrived in front of the building he’d told me to stop at, I put the car in park and glanced over at him. “You ready, cowboy?”

  “Cowboy, hmm?” Myles repeated with a slight smile.

  “Well you did say you wanted to fuck me hard, so I figured it would be similar to mounting a wild horse for you.”

  “Of course, you, the country boy, would have that kind of reference.” Myles snickered and leaned over, tracing his soft fingers over my lips. “Too bad I can’t ride you without a saddle.”

  Our eyes met, and I tilted my head, planting a quick kiss on his mouth. Instantly my cock jerked in my underwear and they were already tight as hell because I’d sported a hard on for the last ten or so minutes.

  “Too bad for you, cause it would’ve been nice.”

  “You too. Then I could’ve come inside you.”

  “Ooh.” I bit back a moan and kissed him quickly again, hopping out when th
e valet appeared by the car. Myles handed him a key, and we set off into this large building that looked like something I’d seen on one of those fancy house shows on cable.

  The doorman tipped his cap, and we walked into the large lobby that looked more like a hotel than a condo. The guy dressed in a suit behind the desk smiled at us and saluted Myles.

  “Good to see you, Mr. Greyson. How is your mother, sir?”

  Myles sighed. “She passed away today, Lang. Please make note I don’t want any visitors for the next day or so. No one is allowed in. No one.”

  “I’m so sorry, sir. I will make sure you aren’t disturbed.”

  “Thank you and oh, this is Jonas a dear friend of mine. Just in case he goes out or something, let him in.”

  “Absolutely.” The gentleman grinned again, giving me more than an eye.

  I nodded and followed Myles down the short hallway to the elevator on the right.

  “Well gee, I’m honored to be called a friend,” I humored him.

  “Regardless of what happens, I suppose you’ve earned that title. Now don’t blow it.” Myles pushed the button on the wall.

  I harrumphed and let that last comment slide. While we waited, I grasped his left hand.

  Myles looked over at me and flashed another wry grin. “You’re gonna milk this for as long as you can, aren’t you?”

  “Yep, why not? You said to act like a lover.”

  A chime and a female voice sounded. We stepped on once another couple got off. With our hands still intertwined, Myles reached around me and pushed fourteen. The minute the doors closed, he stood in front of me, then shoved me back against the paneling.

  “Umph.” I stared at him. Like the tease he is, Myles softly dragged his hand down the front of my chest until he reached my stomach.

  “Are you hard for me?” Myles dropped his gaze a moment. “Is your dick weeping for me, big boy?”

  “I… fuck, you know I am,” I ground out, inching my body away from the wall so he could feel me.

  Seemingly satisfied, he met my eyes again and trailed his hand down to my crotch.