by H. D. Nels
Brody lifted their hands to his lips and softly kissed the back of Ian’s. “I’m off in an hour. Will it be too late to grab a quick bite and maybe go back to my place?” He liked spending time with Ian and wanted to get to know him better.
Ian batted his lashes at Brody. “What about my beauty sleep?” He frowned, “And are your intentions honourable? I do have a reputation to uphold.”
Brody teased the palm of Ian’s hand with a finger. “If you get any more beautiful, the rest of the world will walk around with bags over their heads. My intentions are to make sure that your reputation is well-earned. If it will put your mind at ease, you’ll have to sleep over at my place. I can’t risk having you miss out on any sleep and waking up looking like a troll.” He leaned over for a quick kiss and left to finish off his shift.
After an hour, which seemed to Ian like it was four, Brody strolled over wearing a brown suede jacket. “Come on, handsome, it’s time we blew this joint.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “And that isn’t the only thing getting blown, I must add.”
Even though Ian only had two beers, he handed his car keys over to Brody. He claimed he wanted to be extra careful. As soon as the car began moving, he quickly shifted position and unzipped Brody’s jeans. He was mildly surprised to find the man was already half-hard. Brody took a sharp intake of breath when Ian pulled the man’s loose skin all the way back and wrapped his lips around the shiny, newly-exposed crown.
“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was almost a whimper.
Ian made some unintelligible sounds around the stiff cock and then resumed his sucking with enthusiastic effort.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, ass.” Brody moaned. “God, Ian that feels so good. You’ve apparently done this before.” It took a monumental effort to keep steady control of the vehicle.
Ian sat up and grinned, wiping errant semen off his chin. “How did I ever get through life before you stomped your way into it? Oh, and so you know, you taste wonderful. Don’t waste the stuff making babies. When we get to our destination, I plan on having more of the Brody diet.” He glanced over at the handsome man. “What’s your name? I prefer to know the full name of the meal before I dine.”
Brody glanced over. “My birth certificate reads Allen Brody Langdon. I like Brody so that’s the name I give everyone.” He stretched to try and stuff his softening dick into his pants. “I’m down a quart now so don’t expect a big encore.” He once again turned those beautiful eyes on Ian. “Thank you for the awesome oral sex. Best I’ve ever had, but don’t let it go to your heads.” He pulled into his guest parking stall and led Ian inside.
Chapter Four
“Welcome to my humble abode. I invited you here to show you my etchings—or was it to see my lint collection? Damn, I hate trying to remember the excuse I used to lure my sex-slave into my lair.”
Ian chuckled. “I think I lured you here. Etchings? Are you telling me you’ve got something I haven’t seen yet?” Ian smiled to himself as he thought about the handsome specimen in front of him. He could imagine himself in a long-term relationship with someone as genuine and fun as Brody. Then again, he’d thought that’s what he had with Rene. Maybe he wasn’t as astute in reading men as he’d once assumed. Better go slow if we’re going to try this, he thought. Then he wondered if he even wanted a relationship.
Brody pointed to a carousel housing his CD collection and suggested Ian find his favourite mood music, while he browsed around for the ingredients for dinner.
Ian glanced over his shoulder as he was reading the jacket of a Diana Krall CD. “You know, there isn’t a need to go to any trouble preparing a meal. I’d be satisfied sitting beside you, gnawing on a bone.”
Brody laughed. “You already did that on the drive here. At least I can give you a few alternate food groups to be hospitable.” He resumed foraging through the cupboards. “Do you like pasta, by any chance? Tortellini with your choice of four-cheese or Alfredo sauce. I can grill a dinosaur breast if you’d like more protein, too.”
Ian slowly turned his head to look at the handsome man approaching from the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow. “I may be mistaken, but I’m pretty sure your dinosaur is something like sixty-six million years past the best before date. So, I’ll pass on the bronto breast, Mr. Flintstone, and stick with pasta.”
Brody plopped on the sofa beside Ian while waiting for the pot of water on the stove to boil. He leaned over and nibbled the ear closest to him, the way any opportunistic sex-hungry critter should. “When I’m not being hot, sexy and shaking this perfect ass at the bar, I happen to be stimulating myself—mind out the gutter, mister. I subscribe to Discover magazine and there was an enlightening article about the demise of the dinosaurs. It stated that when that crazy asteroid pummeled Mexico and decimated those big bruisers, it seems that smaller, beaked buggers survived. Over the millennia, they adapted but are still with us. Our fine feathered avian friends are dinosaurs. The parrot may say, ‘Polly wanna cracker’ but its inside voice is screaming, ‘I wanna devour your hairy carcass.’ So, care for a chicken breast with your pasta?”
Ian shrugged his shoulder to dislodge the persistent nibbler. “Chicken breast sounds much more appetizing than dinosaur. No wonder T-Rex was such a menace if everything tasted like chicken. Why don’t I whip us up a salad instead of the dino, to go with the pasta?”
At the entertainment unit, he started Diana before turning into Brody’s embrace. Fortunately, he noticed the steam billowing from the pot. “Much as I like this, handsome, the water is ready for your magnificent touch. I’ll be right behind you to scope out ingredients for a salad.”
Brody snorted. “Scope out my ass is more like it. Remember”—he wiggled his butt—“no dessert if you don’t finish your dinner.”
Ian was sorely tempted to inhale the wonderful meal they’d prepared so he could dive into that mouth-watering dessert. But his mother taught him better manners, damn her oily hide. In reality, he loved his parents and they were a true inspiration for him. They’d accepted his sexuality unconditionally and made it a point to learn as much as they could about LGBTQ issues. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to introduce Brody. The issue was purely logistical. They lived on the other side of the country. Still, it was a discussion he would have if things gelled between the two of them.
After dinner, both shared the clean-up and dishwashing duty. It felt right sharing domestic chores before they settled in on the sofa to relax. Brody attacked the nearest earlobe once again. He gave a playful nip before he licked along Ian’s jawline. “You’re staying for the night, by the way. I hid your keys and forgot where I put them. You may have to find creative ways to help me remember. I know, let’s start with a bubble bath.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “What, are you twelve? A bath before bedtime? And not only that, but one with bubbles?” He saw the twinkle in Brody’s eyes and the smile that slowly pulled his cheeks to form a dimple that Ian found erotic. “Yeah, I guess I could do with a soak now that I think about it. I’m sure I can jar your memory to disclose the hiding place of my keys by morning.”
“How do you like it, warm or steamy hot?” Once again Brody had that mischievous gleam in his eye and the smile that made Ian’s knees weak. “I’m talking about the bath water. Jeez, you’ve got the dirtiest mind I’ve ever met.”
Ian held his hands up, palms facing out. “I’m totally innocent. My mind only hears the trash that spews from those perfectly formed lips. My eyes only see that filthy lust that shines from those clear sparkling eyes. And my tongue needs to probe that dimple to see if it’s real and, if so, to determine if it is an erogenous zone.” He glanced down and followed Brody’s eyes to the protruding bulge forming at Ian’s crotch.
Brody chuckled. “I’m not sure there’s room in the tub for the three of us.” He pressed into Ian, wrapping his arms around the man and attacking his lips with a hungry kiss. “Still want that bath? I’m pretty tired now and bed sounds about right.” He held out h
is hand and squeezed when Ian’s palm met his. He led them to his bedroom
Despite his earlier thoughts about seeing how things worked out between them, Ian wondered if it might be best to do a slam-bam to-the-point fuck. He took Brody’s shoulders in his hands and held him at arm’s length. He was totally smitten by everything that was perfect about the man. No way in hell was he going to rush through this, despite his dick’s twitch of protest. He pressed himself against Brody and sighed. He’d never had this type of connection before. He wondered if his idea that he and Rene was a couple had only been a point of convenience. The contrast was stark between the two men, and how each treated Ian.
Brody noticed the concentration and slight frown and wondered if Ian was having second thoughts. “You look as though someone passed gas in a crowded elevator. It wasn’t me, the dog did it.” He smiled when the tension flowed from the handsome face. “Are you reconsidering the overnight stay? I’m sure I can find your keys without putting you through a lot of angst.” He narrowed his eyes. “No, I take that back. You were thinking about someone else. Wishing your assistant was here to watch, or were you putting Rene’s face on my body? I’d prefer if it was only you and me tonight.”
Ian chuckled. “If you must know, I was wondering how I could ever have thought someone like Rene would care for me. After meeting you I’ve found a compelling need to reassess my standards.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against that amazingly full and perfect pair. His cock rose from ‘interested’ firm to ‘holy-fuck-this-is-awesome’ throbbing hard. He slid his hands down the firm back and onto ass cheeks so tight they would bounce a quarter. Brody moaned as he squeezed. Their tongues dueled for dominance, with neither man ready to back down. Ian pressed tighter to Brody and felt his rigid cock straining his pants. He gasped. “We need to get out of these clothes and into bed. I’m planning to rock you to your very core, so no screaming or fainting.” He slowly unbuttoned the shirt and eased the smooth fabric off Brody’s shoulders. His palms were sweaty and his heart racing. He slid his hands along the firm chest and onto the tight abdomen where he gave a firm squeeze. “I see your core can take it while I have my way with you.” His fingers trembled slightly as he unbuckled the belt and drew it through the loops. He tossed it onto the chair with the shirt. He undid the button and slowly unzipped. He grinned as he slid the pants down over a tight ass and thick thighs, below his knees. A very hard and throbbing penis snapped up. Ian watched, getting more heated, as the plump glans pushed its way out of the snug hood of foreskin. A clear drop formed at the very tip. Ian dropped to his knees to remove Brody’s pants and took the opportunity to lick the drop. The deepening red tip of Brody’s cock was now fully exposed and Ian wrapped his lips around the rim, sucking frantically to get more of the nectar.
Brody groaned and got on the bed. He watched with hooded eyes as Ian slowly pulled his shirt over his head. Ian slid his palms down the bare sides of his chest and abdomen, hooking his thumbs into his waistband. His hands circled to the front of his pants where he unbuckled his belt, opened the button, and gradually pulled down. Brody licked his lips in eager anticipation as Ian teased until both boxers and pants were at his ankles. His stiff cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He lifted his foot to slide the last remaining clothes from his toned body. Locking eyes with Brody, Ian licked a thumb and rubbed it over his left nipple. His right hand gripped his cock and worked the skin back and forth over the swollen tip.
“Get your hands off my body and get in bed—now. Stop teasing and start performing like the porn star you’re secretly channeling.” Brody reached down and gave his hard dick a few rapid strokes. He narrowed his eyes at Ian. “Don’t make me shoot without you. I’ve got an erection and I’m not afraid to use it.”
Ian crawled on the bed with his arms planted on either side of the beautiful creature and drank his fill with sparkling eyes. He eased down to kiss those full lips once again. They carried this with a sense of hunger neither had felt before. It seemed so perfect, so real that neither man wanted it to end. Their matching, rock hard cocks, however, were almost begging for action. Ian leaned over to grab a condom. He straddled Brody’s hips, and with one hand, he pushed his foreskin back as far as it would go. He placed the latex against the puce-coloured, swollen tip and rolled it down the shaft. Brody raised his eyebrows in surprise, even as he moaned from the pleasure. Ian then took the lube and coated the hard cock. He adjusted himself and slowly lowered onto the hot throbbing rod. He sucked in a deep breath as his tight ring was breached. As he slid further down, he leaned forward to catch those lips as he rode the rigid cock. His own erection was leaking copious amounts of clear precum onto his lover’s abdomen. Brody slid a finger over the head of the leaking cock and pulled a thin clear string of warm juice to his lips. Ian watched with hooded eyes as his man licked his finger as if he was giving it a perfect blowjob. Brody dipped the same finger into the pool of clear juice on his abdomen and brought it to Ian’s lips. Ian sucked the digit as firmly as Brody had done. All the while, he was still riding that beautiful cock.
The underside of his sensitive glans was frotting against his partner’s tight abdomen. His balls began to pull up to his body and he felt the sensation building in his groin. His breath hitched as the amazing feeling localized into a single spot. Intense, amazing, energized nerves begged for release. The head of Brody’s cock rubbing his prostate and his own glans still sliding over his lover’s body, brought him to the point of no return. Ian stilled, his entire body stiff, as thick white ropes of semen began to spurt from his still-untouched cock. The powerful contractions of muscles that propelled his creamy juice onto Brody’s face and neck were driving the man to his own orgasm. The sight, smell, and taste of his gorgeous partner’s seed took him over the edge. He shuddered as his cock emptied spurt after spurt into the latex. Once his mind resumed function, he held the base of the condom while Ian rolled off to the side.
“You totally coated me with your man-cream. What are you going to do about it?” He grinned.
Ian groaned as if he was ninety and trying to get out of a chair. He rose on his arms and began licking the man clean. There was a lot of licking to do, but he managed to finish the task. With the last of his load still on his tongue, Brody pulled him into a deep kiss, both men sharing the salty-sweet taste.
Ian cuddled close to Brody, wrapped an arm around his little spoon, and soon, both drifted off in a very sated sleep.
Chapter Five
After leaving Ian at the door, Benny strolled into the phone room at the Help Line office. Helen was already seated and on a call. The other three weren’t part of their training group, but each took a moment to introduce themselves.
Ian’s line rang. “Help Line, this is Benny.” He heard a sudden sharp intake of breath. “Take your time, collect your thoughts and speak whenever you feel ready.” He froze when he recognized the voice.
“Benny? God, you sound exactly like a friend of mine. His name is Ian.”
Ian quickly composed himself. “Sorry to disappoint, but you’ve got Benny here. But you didn’t call to talk about me, so why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”
There was another pause. Ian was willing to wait it out. “Maybe I think you sound like my friend because I’m calling about him. I mean, it is about me, but concerns him. See, we’ve been friends for a long time but I knew that he fell in love with me. I used that—used him, to have a place to live. My family wrote me off when they learned I was gay but Ian was always there. I treated the guy like shit and he still let me come back each time I left on a fling with my man of the hour.”
Ian felt his stomach clench when he heard confirmation of what he suspected. He tried to keep his voice neutral. “Are you comfortable telling me your name? It makes it easier to share feelings—gives the conversation a personal touch.”
“Call me Rene. A little over a month ago, I met a man online in a gay chatroom. He’s from France and he’s handsome, rich and intelligent. We’d
met in person a few times. He wanted to spend the night together so I used Ian’s credit card to book a motel room. It was far below my new friend’s standard. He showed up with an amazing and very expensive leather jacket for me. He insisted I wear it, so I left the one I had in the room. He took me to a real classy hotel.”
Ian swallowed the hurt and the bile that burned his throat. “How did you feel, knowing what your friend felt about you?” He so wanted to lace his voice with sarcasm. “Did you tell your friend what you were doing?”
Rene sighed. “I was caught up with the new man. He swept me off my feet. We drove to Victoria and he booked us a trip to France. Once we got back and I had time to think, I knew I had to tell Ian something. I made up a lie about being abducted and then falling in love with my captor. Benny, you must think I’m a total asshole. I always liked Ian, but never fell in love with him.”
Ian struggled to remember he was supposed to be Benny. He cleared his throat, squared his shoulders and got into his line persona. “Rene, I’m not here to judge, only listen. I think if I was Ian, I would appreciate an honest and open discussion. Everything you told me might be something you could consider telling him. I know if I’d fallen in love with someone and they told me the story you said you gave to Ian, I’d be even more worried about your safety. He probably deserves at least that much.”
Rene sighed. “I know, but what if this doesn’t work out with my new love. I’d have nobody or no place. Ian would likely never speak to me again. I’m not sure I can risk that.”
Benny shook his head. “If the man did love you, he’d likely be glad you were honest with him. He may even want to remain friends. For the sake of your conscience, which I assume is why you’re calling, and for his sanity, that’s the best I can offer.”
