by Shawn Lane
Preston decided his lover was going much too slowly and, with a growl, reached for Scott, who let out a squeal of surprise. Preston pulled the man against him, rubbing his still-covered straining erection along Scott’s ass.
Scott leaned back his head, resting it against Preston’s shoulder. He moaned low and it sounded so fucking sexy Preston’s cock jumped.
“Fuck.” He groaned and pushed Scott toward the bed. “Get on the mattress—now.”
Scott scrambled onto the bed, shrugging the shorts off his body altogether and leaving them next to his earlier discarded T-shirt. At the moment, Preston couldn’t care less.
“Get that other bottle of lube out of the nightstand,” he ordered. He pulled off his own shorts and left them with Scott’s clothes.
Scott tossed the bottle of lube at him, and he caught it. He left it lying on the bed. At the moment he had another plan.
“Lie on your stomach, babe.”
His lover complied, placing himself toward the top of the bed, his head resting on his pillow.
Preston grabbed Scott’s legs and spread them enough to give him access to the pretty little pink opening his tongue longed to probe. He closed his eyes, letting his lover’s scent envelope him. Scott’s flesh quivered in anticipation.
He darted his tongue into the puckered entrance. Flicked around the circle, teasing but not going past the ring of muscle.
“Preston, please.”
Oh yeah. He slipped past the ring, thrusting in and out, relishing the tremors racking Scott’s body. He rubbed circles on Scott’s cheeks with his thumbs. Preston’s cock became impossibly hard underneath him. He rose a little and reached for his cock, stroking it.
“Fuck me, Pres, I need to feel you.” Scott moaned.
Preston needed no other encouragement. He grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount over his fingers. He pushed two fingers inside Scott, stretching and preparing him. He rose and leaned over Scott, kissing the back of his neck. “Are you ready, babe?”
“Mmm.”
He decided that was as good as yes. He placed a kiss on the top of Scott’s head. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Fuck me.”
Preston chuckled and slicked up his cock. He bit back a groan as his balls tightened. Scott’s sexy voice begging to be fucked sent him to the edge every time.
He closed his hand over his shaft and guided it inside Scott. “God, baby, you’re so tight. So good.”
Preston closed his eyes, pushing in balls-deep. His jaw clenched. He was close, but he didn’t want to rush this. He needed this, needed Scott.
Scott’s ass rose, pushing back against his thrusts.
“Touch yourself.”
Scott whimpered, and his hand disappeared under him.
He increased his thrusts, seeking to hit Scott’s prostate, pleasure shooting through him at every gasp, every sigh spilling from his lover’s lips. “Baby, please tell me you’re close.”
“Uh-huh.”
Thank God. Preston’s balls pulled tight, the tingle of his release fingering up his spine.
“Presssssss.” Scott jerked.
He came hard, screaming his lover’s name, shaking with the force of it, his throat stripped raw. His arms wrapped tight around Scott, pulling him even closer, if that were possible.
“Mmm. Love you, Pres.”
“I love you, Scotty.” So much. He had to make things right between them.
Chapter 2
Scotty shifted in the passenger seat of Preston’s luxury car. The problem with going to Northern California was it took several hours of driving in the car. And the fastest, easiest freeway up there had nothing but boring scenery. He turned up the volume of the rock song playing on the radio.
He leaned over and picked up the bag of chips he’d brought with them and ripped open the bag. He held it out to Preston. “Want some?”
“No.”
Scotty eyed Preston. His lips were pursed as though in irritation. He knew that look too well. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. What’s wrong with you?” He almost said, “What’s wrong with me?” because he knew it had to have something to do with himself.
Preston’s jaw tightened. “Do you have to have the music up so loud?”
He rolled his eyes and pressed the Off button. He turned to look out the window.
“I didn’t mean you had to turn it off.”
Scotty ignored him for a mile or so. “Should we have brought a present?”
“Probably. We can give them cash or something.”
Scott nodded. He bit his lip as something else occurred to him. He hoped he was wrong. “Did you…did you get us separate rooms?”
When Preston didn’t answer right away, Scotty closed his eyes, defeated. It shouldn’t hurt this much if Preston had booked two rooms. He’d known Preston’s parents were coming, so he should have guessed before.
Preston sighed. “No, I did not get us separate rooms.”
“Oh, you didn’t?” He turned to look at his lover.
“No. I talked to my dad, and they’re staying in a different hotel.”
“I see. So there was no real reason to keep up appearances,” he said, wincing at the bitterness in his own voice. But, jeez, when were they going to get past this? He’d thought Preston had understood when they committed to a relationship. He’d been wrong.
“Scott.”
“I know, I know. You’re going to tell me to stop pressuring you or something. It’s been seven months, Pres. When are you going to be okay enough with me to tell your parents? Or anyone else for that matter.”
Preston frowned. “What are you talking about? Lots of people know.”
“My friends and family, yes. And Marilyn and the kids. Not any of your old law school buddies you get together with, or your friend Lou, or the guys at the gym, or half the fucking people you know, Pres.”
“What do you expect me to do, Scott? Take out an ad to announce it? I’ve never told any of them I was straight either. Why do I have to make a big deal out of my sexual orientation?”
Scotty sighed. “You don’t. But when someone point-blank asks you if you are seeing someone you say no. You don’t acknowledge me in any way.” He closed his eyes again, feeling so weary he could sleep for three days and it wouldn’t be enough. He couldn’t do this much longer. “I heard you tell Lou at the Dodger’s game that I was just Jack’s younger brother who was staying in one of your spare bedrooms until I could afford a place of my own. What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know, Scott. I just panicked.”
“This is stupid.”
“What?”
“Us. Goddamn it. I told you I didn’t want to be your dirty secret.”
“And I told you I might trip up. I need time to adjust, to deal with it.”
“How much time? It’s been seven months.”
Preston blew out a breath. “I know, you keep saying that. You never told me I had a limited time to change my whole fucking life. Look, can we not talk about this right now? I’m trying to drive.”
“Okay,” he said softly. He realized he still had the open bag of chips in his lap, so he closed them up and put them back at his feet again. “I think I’m going to take a nap if it’s all right with you.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
* * * *
“Scott? Honey, wake up, we’re here.”
He swatted at the person shaking him. “Go away.”
A low chuckle made him open one eye. Preston, leaning into the passenger side of the car from outside, smiled.
“We’ve arrived at the hotel, Scott.”
He opened both eyes and straightened. “What? How long did I sleep?”
“A few hours.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Scott got out and rested his hand on the roof to ground himself. He glanced around the parking lot of the hotel. Leave it to Preston to pick a giant luxury hotel on the beach. Not that he was complaining. Mu
ch. But he could see why Preston’s parents wouldn’t be staying here.
“You seemed to need your sleep.” Preston went to the trunk of the car and opened it. He reached in and took out their suitcases.
“Is the wedding in San Francisco?” Scott knew Marilyn and the kids lived in Dublin, which was a little more than thirty miles away from the Bay City.
“No, they’re getting married in Dublin. Why stay there when we can stay here?” Preston shrugged. “Much nicer.”
“Yeah, but you have to drive more.”
“I don’t mind driving a bit.”
Scott grabbed the handle of his suitcase and started wheeling it toward the entrance. “I assume your parents are staying in Dublin, though.”
“Sure. But they’re also staying at a motel.”
Scotty grinned. “Oh, the horrors.”
“I’ve stayed in motels on occasion.” Preston held the door of the hotel open for him. “We’re supposed to meet everyone for dinner in a couple of hours.”
“Are they having like a rehearsal dinner?”
“Nah, they’re getting married in just a short, small ceremony. Her fiancé has been married before too, so they saw no point in having a big church wedding. So they just want a nice dinner tonight. After the wedding tomorrow they’re having a reception at some local sports and hunting lodge they rented.”
They checked in with no problem, and Scotty noted Preston didn’t try to hide their being together with the woman at the checkout. At least that was something. When they’d first started seeing each other, Preston had stayed in the car when he’d checked them in for a weekend getaway.
They rode the elevator to the eleventh floor. When they got to their room, Scotty sighed and flopped down on the king-size bed. He stretched out. “What are you going to wear to dinner?” he asked Preston.
Preston went to the sliding door leading out to the balcony and flung it open, letting in a sea breeze. “Just some slacks and a nice shirt. I’ll probably take a shower in a few minutes.” He stepped onto the balcony.
Scott sat up and watched his lover leaning over the balcony, looking out at the ocean. He still felt the tension between them and knew it was his fault. He hated it. He didn’t want it to be like this for them. He couldn’t go on like this forever, but maybe he was being unfair to Preston.
Scotty got up and walked out to stand behind Preston. He put his arms around his lover and then rested his head against Preston’s back.
“I’m sorry we fought earlier,” he whispered.
Preston sighed and turned to face Scotty. He pulled him close. “Me too. I love you, Scott. I really do.”
He tightened his arms around Preston and inhaled his lover’s spicy, masculine scent. “I love you too. I don’t want to fight.”
“I promise I’ll do this,” Preston said, kissing the top of his head. “Just give me a chance.”
“Okay.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. He pulled back and looked up at Preston. “Come inside. I want to do something for you.”
He grabbed Preston’s hand and pulled him back inside the room. He closed the screen of the sliding door but left the glass open. He pushed Preston toward the bed, stopping him when his lover’s legs met the bed.
Scotty dropped to his knees in front of Preston and unsnapped the button on his shorts.
“Babe?”
“Shh.” He pushed Preston’s shorts and briefs down his legs to the floor. “Step out of them.”
Preston kicked the shorts and briefs away. His cock was half-hard, rising toward Scotty. He couldn’t help but smile. He licked his lips in anticipation.
His lover groaned. “God, that’s hot.”
A creamy drop of precum appeared on the tip of Preston’s erection. Scotty darted his tongue across the slit, lapping up the tangy fluid. His gaze rose, watching Preston’s face, so beautiful with his desire. This man was his. Wanted him. Scotty sometimes couldn’t believe it.
He drew the head of his man’s cock into his mouth, savoring the taste, the feel of the spongy tip. His reached his hand up to cup Preston’s balls, squeezing them, rolling his fingers over them.
“Scotty, yes.” Preston gripped the back of his head and pushed his cock farther in Scott’s mouth.
His lover’s smooth, hard shaft slid down his throat. He hollowed out his cheeks, sucking it deep. Preston’s hold on his head tightened, and his moans grew louder, more urgent.
Scotty pulled Preston’s cock all the way out, twirling his tongue along the head and then down the shaft, the thick vein there. Then he swallowed it up again, opening his throat muscles, taking as much of the fat cock as he could. Preston shook beneath him, pumping in Scotty’s mouth faster and harder. He knew his man had to be close.
“Ah!” Preston tensed, his fingers threading in Scott’s hair, tugging and thrusting. Warm, salty, slightly bitter liquid filled his mouth.
He continued sucking until Preston gasped, pulling out and falling onto the bed.
Scotty wiped his hand across his lips and sank onto the floor, panting heavily. His own cock was hard enough to break off, but he knew they had to get ready for their dinner date with Preston’s family. He’d have to wait for relief.
“You’re amazing,” Preston said from the bed.
“Glad you think so.” He rested his hands on the bed and used the leverage to stand up. He lay on top of Preston and pressed his mouth to his lover’s. “If you want to get that shower, you’d probably better get to it. Don’t forget we have a drive ahead of us.”
Preston’s hand curved around his neck. “What about you?”
“We’ll take care of me later.”
His lover’s hand found his erection through his shorts. “Are you sure, babe? Doesn’t seem like it means to go down on its own.”
He bit his lip and groaned. “Hurry.”
Preston smiled and unzipped Scotty’s shorts. He slipped his hand inside and into Scott’s boxer briefs. His hand closed around Scott’s hard shaft.
“Ah, shit, Pres.” He rocked his hips as Preston pumped his cock. Preston’s mouth found his, tongue slipping in, tangling with Scotty’s.
“Come, baby, show me how much you love it,” Preston murmured, breaking their kiss long enough for the hoarsely spoken words. He fused their lips together again. Pumping, jerking Scotty fast and furious.
A keening cry broke from his lips as his orgasm shot through him, his cock releasing strips of opaque cum.
“Oh, jeez.” He threw his arms around Preston, pressing their bodies close, feeling the beats of their hearts. “You’ve gotten fucking great at that.”
Preston chuckled and kissed him deeply. “You have a cock that begs to be played with.”
“Oh, yeah, believe me, I agree.” Scotty laughed and then lay down on the bed next to his lover. He threw his arm over his eyes. “Shit, now we really do need to get ready.”
“Uh-huh. But at least you were fast.” Preston kissed him again and jumped off the bed. “I’ll start the shower. We can shower together.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Scotty rose on his elbows to look at Preston.
“I think you can manage to control yourself for the few minutes it takes us to take a shower. Don’t you?”
His cock twitched, but he knew they had no time. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll behave.”
Chapter 3
Scotty walked toward the restaurant, Preston by his side, but with about several feet separating them. The chasm was so wide three or four people could have fit between them.
He hadn’t expected they’d hold hands or anything, but did Preston have to act like he had cooties? He hated this. Pretending to be something he wasn’t. Now he would have to sit across from Preston’s parents and act like their son wasn’t the most important person in his life.
Marilyn had chosen a steak place for her rehearsal dinner or her before-her-wedding dinner, whatever she wanted to call it. The outside of the building had different shapes of inlaid rock and two big wood
en doors. Preston’s ex-wife waited outside the doors, her arm around her fiancé, Oscar. Scotty remembered the tall, bearded man from their previous visit.
The woman Preston had once married was slim and petite with auburn hair and green eyes. Very pretty, actually. Years ago when they’d been married, Scott figured she didn’t think much of him. He suspected she wasn’t comfortable with him being gay. To his surprise, she’d been warm and friendly during their visit a few months ago.
“Scott, Preston, how wonderful to see you,” she exclaimed, pulling first Scotty into a hug and then Preston into a slightly longer embrace. “I’m so glad you guys came. I know it was terribly short notice.”
“Hi, Oscar,” Scotty said, shaking the man’s hand.
“Thank you both for coming.”
Preston looked around. “Where are the kids?”
Marilyn smiled and patted his arm. “I left them with a babysitter for tonight. I wanted to have a nice adult dinner. They’ll be there all day tomorrow, you’ll see.”
“Oh. That’s fine,” Preston said. “Is it just us then?”
“No, your parents should be here any moment. Don’t worry, they don’t know anything.” She patted his arm again.
Scotty turned away.
Get it together.
“Here they come now,” Oscar announced.
He forced himself to turn around to face the approach of Preston’s parents. They were an elegant couple. Preston looked almost exactly like his father. The same dark hair, although Elliot’s hair was sprinkled with gray, the same chocolate-brown eyes. Even roughly the same height. Preston’s mother, Jennifer, came only to her husband’s shoulder, and her perfectly coiffed bun was still platinum blonde.
“Hello, everyone,” Elliot Reynolds said. “I hope we’re not late.”
“No, right on time.” Marilyn kissed his cheek and then Mrs. Reynolds’s. “Thank you. I know you didn’t have to come.”
Scotty knew from Preston that Marilyn’s own parents had passed away years ago, and she still looked on her in-laws as second parents. He thought that was very sweet.
“We wouldn’t miss it,” Mrs. Reynolds assured her. She turned to Scotty with a questioning smile. “Who do we have here?”
