At Long Last

by Shawn Lane

  “I love her too.” He touched his dad’s shoulder. “And I love you, Dad.”

  His father pulled him into a bear hug, which surprised the hell out of him. “I love you too, son. I wish this could be easier for you.”

  Preston felt the sting of tears. “Me too. But you just made it a hell of a lot easier. Thank you.”

  * * * *

  A few hours later, Preston watched Scott sitting at a table waving his hands dramatically while he talked with Candace and Logan. They were laughing at whatever story he was telling them.

  “What are you smiling about?” Marilyn came up behind him and put her hand on his back.

  “Them.” He tilted his head in Scott’s and the kids’ direction.

  “He’s really good with them,” Marilyn agreed.

  “Yeah, they really like him too.” Who didn’t like Scott? He couldn’t imagine anyone being able to resist Scott. “I’m sorry about my mom not coming to the wedding.”

  Marilyn tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear. “Me too. But that’s not your fault, Preston. I tried talking to her last night, but she wouldn’t even come out of the bathroom. Your dad finally dragged her out, and they left for their motel.”

  “Well, I’m still sorry she took her problem with me out on you.”

  “It’s fine. I’m glad your dad came. Are things all right with the two of you?”

  He nodded. “I think so, anyway. It will be.” His gaze strayed to Scott again.

  Marilyn smiled. “You look like you want to take him back to the hotel.”

  Preston’s face heated. “No, I-I don’t.”

  She chuckled. “Yes, you do. Go ahead, Preston. Oscar and I aren’t going anywhere. We’re not going on a honeymoon or anything. We’ve already become a family. This was just to cement things. Besides, I think they’re going to get a conga line going, and it’ll be fun for the kids. Go on. Spend some time with Scotty. You two have earned it. Meet us for breakfast at nine-thirty tomorrow. Betty’s Diner on the Boulevard.”

  “You’re really cool. Did anyone ever tell you that?”

  “You didn’t think so when we were married.” She gave him a mock pout.

  “Yeah, you weren’t cool then.”

  She smacked him. “Get out of here.”

  Preston kissed her cheek and went over to Scott and the kids. “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Scotty was telling us stories about him and Jack when they were little,” Logan said. “I wish I had a brother instead of a sister.”

  Candace stuck her tongue out at him.

  “Sisters are good.” Preston ruffled his hair. “Hey, your mom wants to see you. There’s a dance she wants you to do.”

  “Ah man,” Logan whined. “I hate to dance.”

  “Come on, for your mom.”

  Logan rolled his eyes but followed after his sister who ran toward Marilyn.

  Scott looked at him quizzically. “What dance is that?”

  “A conga line.”

  “Wow, I haven’t done one of those in ages.”

  Preston grabbed his arm. “And you still aren’t going to do one now. Come on, we’re leaving.”

  “Leaving? Really?”

  “Yeah. You don’t want to?”

  “Sure, but is it okay?”

  Preston smiled. “I got permission from Marilyn. Let’s go, I have this urge to pound you into the mattress.”

  * * * *

  A short time later as the sun started to make its descent, Scott leaned against the passenger seat. “You sure you don’t want me to drive?”

  “Honey, you’ve been drinking.” Preston couldn’t help but smile.

  “You had champagne,” he pointed out.

  “Four hours ago. You’ve continued to imbibe. Just sit there and behave yourself.”

  Scotty laughed. “What if I don’t feel like behaving?” He reached over and turned on the radio. He searched for his favorite rock station and turned up the volume. He laughed harder when Preston grimaced.

  “What am I going to do with you?”

  “Well, I thought you were going to pound me into the mattress.” Scott waggled his eyebrows.

  “Shit, how much did you have to drink?” He shook his head.

  Scotty waved his hand. “Oh, hardly anything.”

  Preston eyed him warily. “Just let me know if you think you might puke.”

  “I won’t. Listen, I didn’t have a chance to ask you how it went with your dad,” Scott shouted.

  “You wouldn’t have to yell if you didn’t have the music up so loud.”

  “What?”

  Preston turned the volume down. “You’re shouting.”

  “Oh. Well. How did it go?”

  “It went okay. I don’t think he knows quite how to deal with it, but he’s willing to try. Know what I mean?”

  “Yeah. What about your mom?”

  He shrugged. “Dad seems to think she’ll come around eventually. I’m not so sure, to be honest.”

  “What if she doesn’t, Pres? How will you feel?”

  “I don’t know. It hurts, Scotty.”

  Scotty nodded and put his hand on Preston’s thigh. “I know and I’m sorry.”

  Preston sighed. “I’m the one who is sorry.”

  “You?” Scotty tapped his head. “I know I’ve had a little to drink, but what are you sorry for?”

  “It should have been me.”

  “Huh?”

  “Who told them. Not my daughter. I should have had the guts to tell them before, and instead Candace told them. I’m sorry, Scotty. I promise I’m going to be better. I’m not going to hide us from anyone anymore.”

  Scott’s smile was soft. “It’s okay, Pres.”

  “No, it isn’t. I’m an ass.”

  His lover laughed. “Well, yeah, maybe, but I forgive you anyway.”

  The drive back to their hotel seemed to take forever, and for a moment Preston thought choosing a hotel far away from Dublin had been a mistake after all. But as the car got close to the hotel and the moonlight hit the ocean, he changed his mind again. In fact, he wanted to stay an extra day. Just for them. They hadn’t even really seen the area or walked on the beach since they’d arrived.

  As he pulled into the parking lot, he said, “Hey, want to take Monday off too? I think we can get the room for another night.”

  “Uh, yeah, maybe, but my job is going to fire me. I’m still new.”

  Preston shrugged and parked the car. “Is that such a bad thing? Honey, I’d rather you didn’t work there anyway.”

  “I know, you’re crazy.” Scott grinned. “I’ll think about it.”

  He leaned over and kissed Scott. “Good. I wish you would. You get too stressed out working there. Too many hours. Now come on. I want to show you how much I love you.”

  They stopped at the front desk to ask them about staying an extra night, which Preston was relieved to learn was no problem, and then hurried up to the eleventh floor and their room.

  As soon as the door of their room closed, Preston attacked. He pushed Scott up against the wall, devouring his mouth. Scotty gasped for air, breaking the contact of their lips for just a moment.

  “Put your hands above your head,” Preston ordered.

  Scott whimpered a little but raised his hands, placing one wrist over the other. Preston wrapped his hand over them, holding Scott against the wall. He ground his erection against his lover.

  “Preston, please.”

  “Please what, honey?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Oh yeah.” Preston crushed Scott’s lips under his, pushing his tongue inside his warm, moist mouth. He drew Scotty’s tongue in his mouth, sucking.

  “Mmm.”

  He released Scott’s hands so he could ease the suit jacket off his lover’s shoulders. He inched the pale-gray suit down and past Scott’s wrists. It pooled at their feet, but he didn’t care. His hand closed around the light-blue tie Scott wore, and he yanked him toward the king-size bed. He pushed his lover
onto his back.

  Preston shrugged out of his own suit coat and tossed it toward a chair by the window. He tore at his navy tie, watching Scott pull off his. Next Scott toed off his shoes. When Scott’s fingers went to the waistband of his pants, Preston shook his head.

  “Don’t. I want to undress you. Just stay where you are for a second.”

  He went into the bathroom, where he’d left his travel bag, and pulled out the lube. He got rid of his shoes, undid his belt and pants, and left them lying on the bathroom floor. Walking back into the bedroom, he pulled his dress shirt over his head and flung it away too.

  Scott still lay where he left him, but he palmed his erection through his pants, his eyes closed.

  Preston growled and tossed the lube on the bed next to his lover. “Scoot up to the top of the bed.”

  Scotty complied instantly but didn’t remove his hand from his crotch.

  Preston stripped off his undershirt, briefs, and socks and crawled onto the bed. The sight of Scott rubbing himself through the material of his pants sent a jolt of near mind-numbing lust through him. He positioned himself so that his mouth was right above Scott’s crotch, and he pushed the fingers away.

  “Hey,” Scott protested.

  “Hey yourself. Mine.” He darted his tongue along the bulge in the material.

  “Oh shit.”

  He opened his mouth over Scott’s crotch, sucking and nibbling.

  Scotty’s fingers dug into the bed. “Pres, God.”

  Without removing his mouth from the erection straining against his lover’s pants, Preston’s hands went to the zipper. He slid it down and tucked his hand inside, closing over the soft material of Scott’s silky boxers.

  “If you keep that up, I’m going to come right here in my pants,” Scotty said breathlessly.

  Preston undid the button, opening the pants wide. He slipped his hand inside the boxers to wrap around the hot, smooth hardness within. His own cock jumped in protest below, trying to demand attention.

  “Lift up a little, honey.”

  Scott lifted his hips, and Preston pulled his pants and boxers down past his ass. Scott’s hard dick leaped, striking Preston’s chin. He grinned and swallowed down the head. His lover bucked underneath him. He knew he wasn’t as good at this as Scotty was, but practice made perfect, didn’t it?

  He grasped the shaft and sucked in more of his lover, fighting the urge to gag. With his other hand, he inched under the layers of shirts Scotty wore to the bare skin of his abs. His thumb stroked circles there.

  “Pres, please, I-I want.”

  Preston hummed, vibrating the delicious cock. He wanted to make Scott come. He wanted to swallow every drop of his lover’s cum.

  He slipped a finger in his mouth, rubbing along the shaft and wetting it thoroughly. Scott shook beneath him. When he was satisfied his digit was soaked enough, he withdrew it and found the opening of Scott’s ass. He pushed in.

  Scotty’s hips rose off the bed and he groaned. “Oh, oh God.”

  Preston tugged on the man’s pants, suddenly annoyed they were there. Damn. He released Scott’s cock and removed his finger.

  “No!”

  “Shh, babe. Just a second. I want to get these off you.” He sat back and yanked the pants off Scott’s legs. Then he leaned forward and tore at the buttons of his dress shirt. They popped and flew everywhere.

  “Hey,” Scott protested.

  “Quiet, we’ll get you another one.” Laughter rumbled from his chest, and he pushed Scott’s undershirt up under his arms. He licked his lips, staring at his lover’s copper nipples.

  “Are you going to stare or do something?” Scott’s pretty violet-blue eyes were hazy with passion and love.

  He dropped his head toward the man’s glorious chest and pulled a nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  Yeah, fuck. Fuck now.

  But wait, he wanted Scott to explode in his mouth. Clenching his jaw, he released the nipple he’d been sucking and trailed kisses in his path back to Scotty’s cock. Scott’s bare skin jumped with each touch of Preston’s lips.

  The man’s cock curved up, as though seeking Preston’s mouth. He kissed the spongy head, then lapped up the pearly drop there. Slowly, painstakingly, he sucked it in, past the tip, down the shaft, savoring each inch as it slid farther into his mouth. Blindly he felt on the bed for the lube, his hand closing triumphantly over it.

  Without looking, he squeezed the slick stuff onto his fingers. Even the sound of the liquid sloshing out made his dick twitch. Soon.

  Scotty spread his legs wider, knowing what Preston wanted to do next. He slipped two fingers into his lover’s tight opening. Scott tensed for a moment and then relaxed, letting Preston’s probing fingers push farther inside. He sought and found his lover’s prostate. There.

  “Ahh!!” Scotty yelled, cum splurting from his cock into Preston’s welcoming mouth. The bitter fluid kept coming. He sucked and sucked until his lover’s cock was only half hard. Finally he released it.

  “Good?” he asked, meeting Scott’s glazed eyes.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Preston grinned and slapped one of his lover’s ass cheeks. The man jumped. He lifted Scott’s legs and poised the head of his cock at Scotty’s ass. “Ready, babe?”

  Scott closed his eyes and sort of moaned. Preston decided that was a yes.

  He slid in, pausing only for a second at the ring of muscle, sliding past and all the way in. For just a moment he stopped, letting their joined bodies rest. He moved with slow thrusts, wanting to make this last. But when Scott’s ass tightened around his throbbing cock, all thoughts of wanting to take his time flew from his head.

  Gripping Scott’s hips, he pumped hard and fast, rocking into him, his body slamming Scott into the mattress again and again. His breaths came heavy and raspy, sweat beading on his forehead as he drove in.

  “Scotty!” he shouted, his release tingling through his body, shaking him. He jerked into Scott, every last drop pouring from him.

  He didn’t know when he withdrew and collapsed onto the bed. His mind was fractured. His arms were wrapped tight around Scott’s middle, holding him close, wanting him closer still.

  Eventually his breathing returned to semi-normal enough so he could form words. “I love you.”

  Scott kissed his chest. “Love you too.”

  For a moment Preston just held Scott, neither of them moving much. Then his phone chimed. He raised an eyebrow in question at Scotty, who nodded.

  He slid off the bed and over to his phone.

  “What is it?” Scott asked.

  “A text message from my dad.”

  “Yeah? What’s he say?”

  “They’ll see us at breakfast tomorrow.” Preston raised his gaze to Scotty. “Both of them.”

  Scotty smiled. “Maybe she’ll come around after all.”

  Preston allowed himself a small amount of hope. “Maybe.” He tossed his phone down and settled into the bed next to Scott, pulling him close once more. “You know, you were right, by the way.” He tightened his hold.

  “About?” Scott yawned.

  “What you said to my mom at the restaurant.”

  Scotty struggled up a little and stared down into Preston’s eyes. “What did I say?”

  “The man you’re with is lucky to have you.”

  Scott smiled and stroked his thumb over Preston’s lips. “Yeah?”

  He nodded. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you fall in love with me, but I’m not letting you go.”

  “So, you’re going to love me forever? Until the end of time?”

  “Oh yeah.” Preston pulled him down for a kiss. “But I don’t think that’s going to be long enough for me.”

  THE END

  ABOUT SHAWN LANE

  Shawn Lane is a multi-published author of gay romances and believes love and passion know no boundaries. Happily Ever After is for everyone.

  She has been published by Loose Id, Ellora's Cave
, Amber Quill Press, Dreamspinner Press, and Evernight Publishing.

  Shawn lives in California and holds down a boring day job in a legal department of a giant corporation dreaming of the nights and weekends when she can create new stories.

  For more information, visit smlgr8.blogspot.com.

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