by Carol Lynne
“You’re right, I don’t. That’s why you’re in the treatment centre with people who do understand what you’re going through. Open up to them. They’ll help you get through the rough patches.”
“Did you ask Mario about coming to see me?”
Asa leant back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. How did he tell the woman who was working so hard to get sober that her son hadn’t even begun to forgive her? “I’m sorry. He’s just not ready yet. Mario has a lot of past hurt and anger to deal with, it’s taken a lifetime to build up, and you can’t expect it to disappear in five weeks.”
“Then why’re you being so nice to me?” she asked.
“Because I love your son more than anything in the world. Mario deserves a real mother, and I’m doing everything in my power to see that he gets one.”
“Then what’s in it for me?”
“A longer life? A son who’s proud of you?”
“But what’ll I get if I finish the treatment? I need some incentive, Asa.”
Asa’s chest tightened. He finally understood why his lover had refused to believe his mother could ever stay sober. “If living and loving your son aren’t enough, I’ve got nothing else to give you.”
Without waiting for an answer, Asa regretfully hung up the phone. In his heart, he knew without the incentive of money, Angela would check herself out of the facility and be drunk before dinner. Money truly was the only thing Mario’s mom cared about. So how was he going to tell his lover?
* * * *
Mario was in the middle of The King and I when Asa walked in the door. His lover looked completely beat. Mario put the movie on pause and stood to give Asa a welcoming hug. “Did you get the fire put out?”
“Yes. It seems even New Years Eve isn’t sacred to gamers.”
“Why don’t you go take a shower and get into something comfortable? I’ve got a big night of movie and junk food planned.”
Asa yawned and nodded as he shuffled to the bedroom.
Before seeing how tired Asa was, Mario had planned to talk to his billionaire lover about picking up after himself. He knew Asa was used to Ms. Guttenberg following him around all day, but she wasn’t here and Mario refused to clean up after a grown man.
He heard the water turn on as his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Benta?”
“Yes. This is Mario Benta. May I help you?” He sat back down on the couch and reached for the remote.
“This is Cathryn Malloy at the Sea Side Treatment Centre. I’m sorry to inform you that your mother checked herself out a few moments ago. We tried everything in our power to convince her to stay, but she refused. Since Mr. Montgomery set it up so she was admitted in a voluntary capacity, we couldn’t force her to stay.”
Mario squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, Ms. Malloy. Thank you for letting us know.”
“If there’s anything else we can do, please, don’t hesitate to call.”
“Thanks again.” Mario hung up. Damn her! He threw the phone against the wall, breaking it in three places. How was he supposed to tell Asa? His lover had been so convinced…
“Fuck!” he yelled and kicked the coffee table, sending the heavy wood and iron piece of furniture across the room.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Asa asked, standing in the living room dripping onto the hardwood floor. “I thought maybe someone had broken in and was attacking you.”
Mario smiled at the picture Asa made, soap still covering his body, small bubbles slowly making their way down his furry chest. “And what? You decided to race out here and defend me? Naked?”
Asa glanced down, suddenly realising his own nudity. “Shit.” He turned and fled back to the shower, favouring his right leg more than his left.
Mario studied the closed bathroom door and sighed. “And that is the reason I love you so much, Mr. Montgomery.”
Shedding his clothes as he went, Mario made his way into the bathroom and opened the shower door. “Room in here for me?”
Asa crooked his finger at Mario. “Only if you promise not to throw another tantrum.”
“I’ll be good. Promise.” Mario ran his hands through the mat of hair on Asa’s chest. His lover was covered in hickeys and hot as hell.
“I know you’ll be good. The question is, how good?”
Mario moved until they were chest to chest. He picked up the bar of soap and began washing his way down Asa’s back, paying particular attention to his lover’s ass. “We’ve never fucked in the shower. You think your legs are up to it?”
Asa lifted his leg and rested his foot on the narrow ledge, opening himself to Mario’s touch. “I sure as hell hope so. I think about it every day when I’m in here.”
Mario introduced a soapy finger to Asa’s hole. “You like that?” he asked, inserting another almost immediately.
“You know I do.”
Once Mario slid two fingers easily in and out of Asa’s ass, he smacked him on the butt. “Turn around and hold onto the wall.”
As Asa did as asked, Mario readjusted the shower spray. “Mmm mmm mmm.”
He’d never tire of being inside of his lover. Mario soaped his cock and slowly pushed in to the hilt. “Damn you’re hot, baby.”
Asa grunted and started rocking back and forth on Mario’s dick.
Mario gripped Asa’s hips and started to move. The slap of wet skin, as his groin met Asa’s ass, was deafening in the small bathroom, the sound music to Mario’s ears. “You think your legs can hold for the fucking of your life?”
“Don’t hold back with me,” Asa growled.
Mario pulled out of Asa’s ass and applied more soap to his cock, before slamming back in. He rested one hand on Asa’s hip and one on his shoulder to keep his lover from taking a header into the tiled wall and began to move.
As he pounded the sweet ass wrapped around his cock, Mario tilted his head back, lost in sensation. With every thrust he let out a grunt, filling the room with even more noise. This is what he’d missed. As much as he enjoyed making love to Asa, nothing replaced a good, bone rattling fuck.
Dipping his head forward, Mario bent over and took a quick bite of Asa’s shoulder blade. Asa’s cries of pleasure worked their way through Mario like a soothing balm. The hurt and disappointment of minutes earlier disappeared as his lover came, shooting thick strands of cum across the dark blue tiles.
Asa’s legs started to shake, and Mario wrapped both arms around him to hold him steady. “Almost,” he whispered.
With his lover in his arms, Mario buried himself balls deep and erupted. “Love you,” he whispered in Asa’s ear as he came.
* * * *
Wrapped in a thick terrycloth robe, Mario handed Asa a bowl of popcorn before shucking his robe and snuggling under the heavy blanket.
“How many times have you seen this movie?” Asa asked, grabbing a handful of the buttery popcorn.
“Why? You have something against Yul Brynner?”
“Not really. I mean, I like The King and I as much as the next person, but Westworld? Seriously?”
Mario shrugged. “It was one of my favourites as a kid.”
Asa squirmed beside him. “Did you get to see it at the theatre?”
“No. I didn’t step foot into a movie theatre until I left home. But I remember a really bad day at home. Mom was drunk, crying over one man or another. I had a small thirteen-inch black and white television in my room. Anyway, this particular day, there was a Yul Brynner marathon on TV. I blocked out the entire day with The King and I, Westworld, The Ten Commandments and The Magnificent Seven. I guess he became my hero that day.”
Asa rested his head on Mario’s shoulder. “You use Yul to escape.”
Mario had never really thought of it like that before. “Yeah. Guess I do.”
“I talked to your mom earlier.”
“You did?”
Asa nodded. “I don’t think she’s going to stick with the treatment.”
“She didn’t. I got a call while you were in the shower from Cathryn. That’s what the tantrum was about.”
“I’m sorry.”
Mario reached out and took the bowl of popcorn from Asa’s lap. He set it on the coffee table before pulling Asa into his arms. “No. I’m the one who should be sorry. I know how hard you tried with her. I’m beyond pissed at her for letting you down.”
“Maybe eventually, she’ll be ready to try again?”
Mario knew in his heart that would never happen. His mom would end up dying alone, with a bottle in her hand. The big question was where. “Although I feel like completely cutting her out of my life, I don’t know that I can. I mean, I don’t care to ever see her again, but I won’t be able to live with myself if I know she’s living on the streets somewhere.”
“I’ve been thinking about the same thing,” Asa admitted.
“Yeah? And what did you come up with, because I don’t know that I can deal with it every month. It’s not the money that’s the problem, it’s talking to her. I just don’t think I can do it anymore.”
“I completely agree. I’d like to hire an accountant to deal with her living expenses. I think a place to live and food to eat is all we should provide. If she wants her liquor, she’ll have to find another way.”
“How much will an accountant charge to do that?” Mario wasn’t exactly hurting for money, but he sure didn’t have a lot extra each month.
Asa sat up and stared Mario in the eyes. “Do you really love me?”
Mario let out an inward sigh. Were his lover’s insecurities rearing their ugly heads again? “You know I do. I love you more than anything in this world, including myself.”
Asa straddled Mario’s lap. “Do you love me enough to stay with me forever?”
Mario ran his hands down Asa’s nude body to land on his ass. He squeezed the twin globes and rubbed his lips softly across Asa’s. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
“Good. Then money isn’t an issue between us anymore. I may always make more than you do, but after today, I won’t have more than you do. I want us to live together as true partners.”
“I don’t want your money, Asa.”
“I know. Which is why I trust you with it. We pool our resources and live our lives not worrying about it. It’s what would happen if we got married, so what’s the difference?”
“The difference is most wealthy people have prenups signed before getting married.”
“And with anyone else, I probably would, too. But you’re not anyone else.” Asa kissed him. “You’re the man who truly loves Ace, the basement dweller, and not Asa, the business tycoon.”
Hearing Asa refer to himself as a basement dweller still made Mario uncomfortable. He knew his lover used the title to put himself down. Mario suspected years of being referred to as a geek by his family was behind the low self-esteem. He knew the rift between Asa and his family still bothered him.
“You know you’re going to have to deal with your family sooner or later.”
Asa shrugged. “I’ve made financial provisions for them. It would be callous of me not to. But like your relationship with your mom, sometimes it’s better to not deal directly with the people who have the ability to hurt you the most.”
Mario nodded in agreement. “You don’t have to worry about me, babe. I’d cut off my arm before I ever intentionally hurt you.”
“Yep.” Asa agreed, using one of Mario’s favourite words. “And that’s what makes me the richest man in the world.”
About the Author
An avid reader for years, one day Carol Lynne decided to write her own brand of erotic romance. Carol juggles between being a full-time mother and a full-time writer. These days, you can usually find Carol either cleaning jelly out of the carpet or nestled in her favourite chair writing steamy love scenes.
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