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by K. C. Wells


  Mike slipped an arm over his waist and stroked his back. “God, I want you so much.” He rolled onto his back, pulling Tommy with him. Reaching up, he cupped his face. “Make love to me?”

  Tommy gave a soft moan and dropped his head to Mike’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck and kissing him. Mike wrapped his arms around him and then drew up his legs to wrap them around Tommy’s waist. Tommy rocked against him, their already hard dicks rubbing against each other. He shifted until his cock was sliding in Mike’s crease and Mike was making low, urgent noises, his legs pressing around Tommy’s waist more firmly, his heels digging into Tommy’s ass.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Mike groaned. “Want you.” He moved faster, the heat between them escalating. “Let me suck your dick?”

  Tommy pulled free of Mike’s embrace and shuffled up the bed until he was straddling Mike’s chest, his rigid shaft poking up toward his belly. Mike propped himself up on his elbows and eagerly licked the head, lapping up precome. Tommy clasped his hands around Mike’s head and held him there while he thrust into Mike’s mouth, slowly at first but gaining momentum as Mike took him deeper, groaning around the thick length. Then he gave the head a good, hard suck and Tommy cried out with sheer pleasure. He loved it when Mike sucked him off, but it felt too good. “You’re gonna make me come at this rate,” he gasped out.

  Mike pulled free of him and grinned. “Not yet, you’re not.” He stretched out a hand to the nightstand, yanked open the drawer, and pulled out a condom and the lube. He thrust the lube into Tommy’s hand. “Get me ready.”

  Tommy moved to kneel next to Mike and leaned over to kiss the head of his dick before running his tongue the length of it, licking over Mike’s balls. Mike sighed with delight, and Tommy licked them again, knowing how much his lover liked it. He took one carefully into his mouth while he rubbed a slick finger over Mike’s hole, pressing slowly into him, his pulse racing to feel Mike’s heat tight around him. Mike pushed down, moaning when Tommy added a second finger.

  “Now, baby, please?”

  Tommy’s fingers trembled as he covered his shaft with the latex and swiped his lube-slick fingers over it. Mike rolled onto his side, offering Tommy his ass, a position Tommy always loved whenever Mike fucked him. He curled up behind Mike and slowly pressed the head of his cock against Mike’s entrance, while Mike grabbed hold of his thigh and held his leg aloft.

  “That’s it,” Mike encouraged him. “Now push in, nice and slow. Let me feel you.”

  Tommy gently entered him, holding his breath as his dick was suddenly gripped by Mike’s tight, hot channel. “Oh Lord, that feels….” It felt amazing. He began to slide in and out, his hand covering Mike’s, holding his leg in the air. His hips moved awkwardly, and he had difficulty finding his rhythm.

  “Stay in me, move with me,” Mike demanded and rolled slowly onto his belly.

  Tommy went with him, straddling his ass, plunging down into his tight hole.

  “Oh.” Tommy wanted to move. He began to thrust faster, not filling Mike entirely.

  Mike turned his head to the side and tilted his ass higher. “Tommy, you’re not gonna hurt me. Go hard if you want to. Just let go and fuck me.” The last words sounded like he was begging.

  Tommy pulled out and knelt up. Mike spread his legs wide, and Tommy sank back into him, pushing as far as he could go, until his hips were snug against Mike’s ass.

  “Oh God, yes, like that,” Mike moaned.

  Tommy pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust in, hard.

  “Fuck, yeah, like that! Just like that!”

  Tommy did it again, and this time Mike pushed back, slamming into him, his balls slapping against Mike’s body.

  “Now, baby, now. Fuck me!”

  Tommy grabbed hold of Mike’s waist and just let go, hips snapping forward, loud cries spilling from his lips as he punched his dick into Mike’s body again and again. Mike’s harsh cries echoed around the bedroom, occasionally forming sentences, telling Tommy how good it felt, how he loved it… and that he loved Tommy. Between the two of them, they got a rhythm going, Mike pushing back to meet Tommy’s thrusts, and it wasn’t long before Tommy knew he was about to come. He dug his fingers into Mike’s hips and buried his cock to the hilt in Mike’s hole.

  “Gonna come,” he panted.

  “Yes,” Mike gasped. “Let me feel you.”

  Tommy sped up, the loud smack of flesh meeting flesh resounding. He came hard, falling forward to curve his body over Mike’s while he pulsed into the condom. Tommy cried out against Mike’s back, a joyous noise that burst out of him.

  “Oh God, I can feel you coming.” Mike dropped his head, voice hoarse. “That feels… so fucking good.”

  Then Mike’s body tightened around Tommy’s dick, and that was a whole new sensation.

  He reached under Mike to stroke his cock, but one touch of his hand around the turgid length and Mike climaxed, hot come jetting onto the sheet below him. Tommy was shaking, tremors running through him, and he could feel Mike’s body trembling under him. He clung to Mike, dick still wedged inside him, both of them shivering. Tommy couldn’t speak. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the way Mike felt beneath him, the sounds of their breathing, harsh and erratic, the smell of come and sex that was so heady. Mike was hot and tight, wrapped around his cock, his body gripping Tommy like it didn’t want to let him go.

  Little by little he regained his composure, until he got to the point where he could breathe again. He kissed across Mike’s shoulders and up his neck. Mike lifted his head and turned to meet his kiss, and Tommy breathed him in, not wanting it to end. When they finally parted, Tommy let out a low moan as his cock eased out of Mike’s body.

  “You were wonderful,” Mike told him softly.

  Tommy’s heart soared at the words. “You felt amazin’.” A sense of peace spread throughout his body in a soft, relentless tide, leaving him feeling calm. He rested his head against Mike’s damp back. “We’re definitely doin’ that again.”

  And then he laughed as Mike’s chuckle vibrated through him.

  Epilogue

  Late May

  “MIKE, YOU don’t have to do the dishes,” Caroline protested. “That’s what the dishwasher is for.” She stood next to him at the sink as he piled the dirty dishes from lunch into the bowl already filling with hot, soapy water.

  Mike chuckled and handed her the dishtowel. “Yeah, but it gives us a chance to talk. ’Cause you know Ben and Tommy won’t be around if there are dishes to be done.” He shook his head. “You should’ve seen Tommy’s face when I told him there wasn’t a dishwasher at the new house.”

  Caroline’s face registered shock. “There isn’t? What house doesn’t have a dishwasher these days?” She peered at him. “Y’all have gone and bought a house out in the backwoods, haven’t ya?”

  He guffawed. “Just listen to you. Just like my momma. She complains about having to do dishes too. And for your information, yes, there is a dishwasher, but it was worth saying it for the sheer entertainment value.”

  Caroline swiped at him with the dishtowel. “You are just plain wicked, messing with that young man. I mean, c’mon, Mike, there are better things I can be doing with my time than washing dishes.”

  “And there are better things I can be doing with Tommy than washing dishes, if you know what I mean,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. He knew Caroline well enough by now to judge how she’d react. As he’d thought, she blushed a little.

  “I do believe that comes under the realm of TMI, Mr. Scott,” she said, fanning herself with her hand. Then she chuckled. “Who am I kidding? The number of times I’ve walked in on you two downstairs and I didn’t make enough noise to let you know I was coming.” Her blush deepened. “Talk about giving a Southern lady an education.”

  Mike knew she was joking, although she had come into the living area once to find them on the couch. Ben had been out, and Mike was saying good-bye, only they’d gotten a little carried away. Thank God they’d kept
their clothes on.

  Caroline held out a hand. “Well, if you’re putting me to work, pass me something to dry, why don’t you?” Mike smiled and handed her a plate. “So, how is the house coming along? Does it need a lot done to it?”

  Mike shook his head. “It’s thirty years old and in really good condition.” He’d fallen in love with the house the moment he saw it online, and when he’d shown it to Tommy, it was a done deal. They’d taken a trip out to Social Circle to the east of Atlanta to look at the house and its environs. It came with nearly six acres, plenty of land for their purposes. The house had been built in the middle of a forest. The views from virtually all the windows were of the cool green trees that surrounded it on three sides. There was a paddock and lots of space for Tommy’s future menagerie. Better still, there was the possibility of a plot of land just down the road a ways, just right for a veterinary practice.

  The house on River Cove Road couldn’t have been more perfect.

  “I’m sure gonna miss having Tommy around here.” Caroline rubbed absently at the plate.

  “Why’d you think we chose a house with five bedrooms? So that you could all come visit.”

  “It looked so beautiful when Tommy showed us the photos you took.” She smiled. “He’s grown so much these last six months.”

  “What? God, tell me he’s finished growing!” Mike joked. He knew Tommy was sometimes a bit sensitive about being so much taller than him. Mike didn’t mind. There was something about being held in Tommy’s strong arms that made him feel completely safe and secure. Mike had always been the larger guy when it came to his exes, so it was a pleasant change.

  Caroline chuckled. “You know what I mean, Mike! He’s so much more… confident these days.” She quieted for a moment. “Does he ever talk about his parents?”

  “No.” Mike took his hands out of the soapy water and leaned against the sink. “I tried, once or twice, to ask if he’d thought about getting in touch with them. He was adamant. Then I brought it up again when the house went through. I thought there might have been things back at his folks’ house that he’d want with him.” The memory made him smile. “He told me everything he needed was either at his dorm, your place, or standing right in front of him.”

  “Oh, that is so sweet.” She took another plate from him. “It’s been nice getting to know you these last months.”

  “Now that I’m no longer a porn star?” Mike said with a grin.

  “Oh hush, you.” Another swipe of the towel. “You know full well my problem with you was not your career—it was the way you hurt that boy by hiding it from him.”

  “I know. And like I said when we first met, I’m glad Tommy has you in his corner.” Mike had become good friends with Caroline and Benny. A weekend didn’t go by without spending some time with them and the kids. “You know, you’re Tommy’s family now, and that’s not about to change. He’ll still be staying in the dorm, unless he decides that he can live with the forty-five minute commute twice a day from Social Circle. And you know he and Ben will stick together.” Thank God Ben had finally relaxed around Mike.

  “So what are you doing with your time these days?” Caroline inquired. “When you’re not working at Woofs, of course.” She frowned. “Just how is this going to work, by the way? During the week, Tommy will be at school. On the weekends you’ll be working. How are y’all ever gonna find enough time to be together?”

  Mike sighed. “It’s a logistical nightmare, is what it is. We’ve managed to sort out something, though. Mom said I can stay at her place on the weekends, which is great. When I told her there would be two of us, I thought she was gonna burst. She loves that boy.” He was never going to forget her reaction when she met Tommy for the first time. She’d smiled politely and then dragged Mike into the kitchen under the pretense of looking at her leaking faucet. She’d stared up at him and mouthed, “Oh shit. He’s a baby!” It hadn’t taken her long to warm to him, however. By the end of that first Sunday lunch, she’d taken Mike aside, glared at him, and told him bluntly, “Don’t screw this up, y’hear?”

  “In answer to your question, I’ve been working on the house, getting it ready for when Tommy finished for the summer. He’d made up his mind not to do summer school this year, saying he’d rather spend the time at the house, with me.”

  Caroline froze. “He said that?”

  Mike nodded. “Then I told him to remember the end goal. We’ll have time enough together when he’s finished his studies.” He gave her a half smile. “Which was the right thing to say, I know, but damn, I hated saying it.” Then he grinned. “Except Tommy hadn’t done his research. Sure, the summer session is two blocks of seven weeks, and yeah, he only gets a week or so before it starts, but he can do it online.”

  Caroline’s grin matched his. “Oh, nice. Y’know, you might have given me an idea.” She winked. “Ben needs to improve on his grades, after all.”

  Mike had to laugh at that. Ben was so gonna hate him for giving his mom the idea. “So I’ve told Tommy we’re gonna have a regime. He has to get up early every morning and get his classwork done, and then the rest of the day is ours.” Every minute they would get together was going to be precious, and Mike was going to make sure they got the most out of it.

  TOMMY ENTERED the kitchen, Ben following behind. “That’s the last of it,” he told Mike. “All packed up an’ ready to go.” Everything he’d kept in Ben’s apartment was now boxed or bagged up and thrown into the back of Mike’s truck. They’d already cleared out the dorm room that morning. All of that was in the back of Tommy’s truck. It was a weird feeling; all his worldly goods in two trucks. And with all the space at the house, he was sure he and Mike were gonna rattle around in there. Having said that, he hadn’t seen the place since Mike had started moving all his things in. The sale of Mike’s house had gone through fairly quickly, dovetailing nicely with the purchase of their new home.

  Our new home. It still took some getting used to, especially when they went to look around the place. It had been so strange to walk around the beautiful house with its hardwood floors, its screened-in porch and long front veranda, and think that it could be theirs. And now he got to spend his summer helping Mike make it into their home.

  Mike and Caroline looked in their direction and smiled. “Oh, you mean you were actually doing something?” Mike said with a grin. “And there was me, thinking you were avoiding clearing up after lunch.” His eyes sparkled with amusement.

  Tommy returned his grin. “Bite me.”

  “Now, now, boys.” Caroline wagged her finger. “Play nice. Y’all are moving in together.” She glanced at Ben. “There’s lemonade in the fridge. Would you get it, please? I thought we could all sit and have a drink before Mike and Tommy leave. Oh, and go find your sister. She’s probably talking to her friends on Skype in her room.”

  “Sure, Mom.” Ben exited the kitchen in search of Bethany. Mike wiped his hands dry on a towel and came across to where Tommy was standing next to the table.

  “You sure you’ve got everything?”

  Tommy nodded. “Me an’ Ben checked over the entire apartment three times. Besides, if I missed somethin’, it’s not like we’re not gonna be here, right?” He sighed. “You’re gonna keep my nose to the grindstone, aren’t ya?” He couldn’t complain. Working online was much better than attending classes, even if Mike made him stick to a timetable.

  Mike’s arms were around him in seconds. “Aw, I know it’s tough, baby, but it’s one summer. It’s like I said. Get it all done early on so we get time for us. What did I say?”

  Tommy grinned. “I know. I know. ‘A few hours a day beats a week away.’” It was Mike’s new mantra.

  “And it means one less year in the long run.” Mike peered intently at Tommy. “I know you’re not happy about how little time we’ll have once school starts up again, but we’ve talked about this.”

  “An’ talked about it, an’ talked…. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He knew Mike was right,
of course. It wouldn’t be forever. And part of him was pleased that Mike was thinking of the future. He gave Mike a flash of a smile. “Can’t help it. I’m sorta old-fashioned like that. Y’know, movin’ in together should mean we actually get to live together.” He’d been thinking about that commute. Forty-five minutes twice a day was nothing. He could cope with that. Now all he had to do was convince Mike. Okay, so it would mean time he’d be spending in his truck and not on his studies, but on the plus side, he’d get to sleep in Mike’s arms every night.

  He couldn’t see Mike arguing with that.

  “I love that you’re an old-fashioned kinda guy,” Mike said with a smile. He stretched up and kissed the tip of Tommy’s nose before taking his hand and guiding him to a chair.

  “You two are so sweet together,” Caroline said with a sigh. She sat at the table facing them.

  “Where’s Benson?” Mike asked.

  “Playing golf at the club.” Caroline’s brow furrowed. “I asked him not to go, but he said it was the only chance he had to meet up with a couple lawyers who were in town. That man works too hard.”

  Ben and Bethany entered the kitchen, and Ben went to the fridge to retrieve the lemonade while Bethany fetched glasses from the cabinet.

  “I was serious before, y’know.”

  Tommy turned to look at Mike. “About what?”

  “Loving you being old-fashioned. It’s the way you were raised. You have principles, integrity, respect. Do you know how rare those commodities are in a guy nowadays?”

  Tommy stared at him. He didn’t know what to say to such praise, especially in front of the others.

  Mike nodded slowly. “This is what makes you so special, Tommy. This is why I love you. So remember, there is nothing wrong with being old-fashioned.” A slow smile spread across his face, and Tommy was surprised to note how Mike’s breathing quickened. “In fact, some occasions call for it.”

 

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