“Thank Christ.” Gil kissed him gently, then pulled back. “Now, let’s go eat. I’m starving, and I’d just as soon not have to look at whoever finally comes out here to take our order.”
Michael laughed. “How about Shari’s?”
“Excellent. Their pie rocks, and I feel like celebrating.”
Carefully, Michael climbed over the console and back into the driver’s seat. When he turned to fasten his seat belt, he realized four girls in the next parking place in a convertible VW Bug were staring at him. Impulsively, he gave them a cheery wave before putting the car into gear. He was delighted when the girls watched them go, giggling and waving back.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THEY WALKED in the door as long shadows grew across the lawn and softened light filtered through the house’s windows. Gil managed to make it all the way into his bedroom on his own, even taking the stairs with little difficulty, and Michael marveled again at how strong he was, how fit in spite of the weeks spent without the physical activity he was used to. When they got as far as the bedroom, Michael went to the bureau to take out sweats and a T-shirt so Gil could change out of the khaki board shorts and the green polo he was wearing.
Gil sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his loafers. “Hey, I never told you my news.”
Michael came back to him, laid the comfortable clothes beside him, then took the polo and folded it after Gil pulled it off over his head. “No, you didn’t.”
Gil stood, leaning on Michael’s shoulder as he unbuttoned his fly with his other hand. The shorts slipped over his hips and down his legs, and he sat, pulling them off over his feet. He was left in just his Jockeys, and Michael admired the beautiful big body even as he took the shorts from his hand. He folded them, then took the shirt and shorts to put them away.
“Dr. Pillai gave me a clean bill of health.”
Michael came back, standing beside him, waiting to see if he was going to need help. He’d been more and more able to do for himself, but clothes still occasionally got hung up on the cast. “That’s wonderful,” he said, meaning it.
“Yeah, I haven’t had any headaches in a few days, and my latest CT scan looked good, so… he said I can start a more active form of physical therapy. He also said I don’t need to curtail… certain activities anymore.”
“Okay.” Michael smiled at him. “So….” He was still sort of confused as to what Gil meant.
Slowly, Gil turned and lifted his legs onto the bed, leaning back on his elbows with a slow-spreading smile on his face. “So….”
Michael stared at him for another moment, admiring the long, fit body, and then it hit him. “Oh!”
“Now he gets it,” Gil teased, shaking his head.
“Oh, shut up.”
Michael pulled off his jacket and threw it on the floor, then sat on the bed next to Gil’s hip and leaned forward until they were inches apart.
“Hello.” He smiled into Gil’s face.
“Hello, there.” Gil’s answering grin was slow, and so sexy it made Michael’s toes curl.
“So, did Dr. Pillai clarify which ‘certain activities’ he was referring to?”
Gil pretended to ponder, looking toward the ceiling. “Let me see if I can recall his actual wording.” He cleared his throat. “Intercourse might be too strenuous at this juncture, but other sexual activities, including orgasm, should be acceptable.”
“Thank Christ.” Michael’s dick started to react to just the idea of an orgasm.
“No shit,” Gil retorted. “Now, I do believe one of us is overdressed.”
“Is that right?” Michael looked down at himself. “Must be me.”
“I would say.”
Michael started to stand, then noticed the thick bulge of Gil’s cock distending the front of his white Jockeys.
“My goodness, Gilbert. Is this for me?” He gave him a flirtatious smile before tracing the thick length through the soft cotton. The tip was peeking above the elastic waistband, and he rubbed the reddened tip with his index finger. Gil caught his breath.
“I haven’t had a hard-on in a year that wasn’t for you, Michael.”
Michael felt the words to his core, and his teasing expression softened. “You say the sweetest things.”
“I try.”
“You’re good.”
Michael eased the waistband over Gil’s erection, pushing the snug pants to the middle of Gil’s thighs. “I think the least I can do is be good right back. And I may question some of my skills, but this isn’t one of them.” With that he lowered his head, licking a long stripe from the base of Gil’s prick to the very tip before circling it with his tongue.
Gil gasped. “Clothes, Michael. Get rid of the clothes.”
“You don’t like me staying dressed while you’re naked?” Michael lifted and nuzzled Gil’s heavy balls.
“Maybe at some point. Right now I want access to as much skin as I can get my hands on.”
“Yes, sir.” Michael stood, and knowing how Gil loved his body, he took his time divesting himself of his clothes. He unbuttoned the blue button-down, pulled it from his waistband, and eased it off his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then he unbuttoned his fly and pushed down his snug jeans and briefs at the same time, remembering at the last moment that he hadn’t taken off his shoes.
“How sexy is this?” he laughed, unzipping his boots and then hopping from foot to foot to take them off. He was half-hard, so his dick bounced as he did it. “So sexy.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Gil had eased his Jockeys off and threw them aside, then lay back, his dick in his hand. He stroked it as he watched Michael. “That little dance you’re doing there is pretty arousing.”
Michael stripped off his socks, then bent and stripped off Gil’s. “You’re weird.” He climbed on the bed and straddled Gil’s knees. “Fortunately for you, I like weird. I also—” He lifted Gil’s thick cock from where it lay, heavy with swollen veins, against his thigh. “—like this.”
He opened his mouth, and took Gil in slowly, relaxing his throat until the tip of his nose brushed Gil’s dark brown pubic hair.
Gil grew larger as Michael worked him with his mouth, so much so that he needed to wrap his hand around the wide base, using his saliva to ease the movement of his fingers as he worked the head with his mouth and tongue. Gil made some lovely, needy sounds above him, which just made Michael determined to wring more from him. He went down on the hard cock as far as he could, using his throat muscles around the head, working it as he pumped with his hand. The bittersweet, salty taste of precome filled his mouth and he hummed around the mouthful. It wasn’t long before Gil gripped the back of his neck, moving his hips restlessly.
“Michael,” he said in warning. “Baby, it’s been too long. I can’t hold off.”
Michael rubbed his hand over Gil’s thick, lightly furred thigh and smiled up at him around the hardness. Instead of pulling away, he went down again, swallowing around the head and working the length more firmly. Gil made a startled sound and arched, and Michael watched him as he moved his fist up and down and his tongue worked the crown. Gil’s eyes were clinched closed but his mouth was open, and he made a startled sound as he stiffened, pumping bursts of thick, salty semen in to Michael’s throat. He swallowed it down, lips and tongue working him until Gil made a protesting noise, grabbing Michael’s shoulder. Understanding that his skin had attained the sharp sensitivity of postorgasm, Michael pulled off and rested his head on Gil’s thigh, studying the slick sheen of sweat on his skin and the rise and fall of his massive chest. After a few minutes, Gil raised his head and looked down at him.
“Come here.”
Michael climbed slowly up his body, coming to rest with his arms on Gil’s chest and his chin resting on them.
Gil wiped his hand over his face, then looked into Michael’s eyes. “I knew you had hidden talents.” He reached down and pushed dark hair back with a gentle touch. “That was… amazing. Thank you.”
Mich
ael’s smile was slow but genuine. “You’re welcome.”
“Are you going to allow me to return the favor?”
Michael shrugged negligently. “It’s not really necessary.”
Gil angled his head to one side. “The hell.” Gil scowled. “Get your ass up here.” Slowly, Michael pushed up. Gil patted his chest. “Straddle my neck with your knees.” Michael gave him a dubious look but pushed up until his knees were on either side of Gil’s head. His dick, which had come down quite a bit while he’d been blowing Gil, perked up at the vicinity of Gil’s mouth. Gil stroked him several times.
Michael angled his hips forward with a pleased sound. “Nice.”
“Yeah? Okay, up.”
“Huh?”
“Get up onto your knees, lean on the headboard, and put your dick in my mouth.”
“Pushy,” Michael complained. Gil grabbed one asscheek and pulled him forward until he was in the position Gil wanted.
“Now, grab the headboard.”
“What, you think you’re going to rock my world that much?” Michael teased wryly.
“Just do it.” Gil smacked his ass lightly. “And shut up.”
“Hey!” Michael started to complain but stopped when Gil wrapped his hands around his hips and pulled him closer, opened his mouth, and took him into the sweet, hot suction. “Oh God,” Michael moaned when Gil pulled back, grabbing on to the headboard. Gil mapped the delicate skin with his tongue, then slipped a finger in his mouth along with Michael’s cock, sucking both until they were sloppy wet. It felt amazing, and it was all Michael could do to not fuck his mouth.
He stiffened when Gil ran the wet finger from his balls over his taint to the beginning of the crease in his ass. Slipping his fingers into Michael’s crack, he instantly found the sensitive furled opening. The tip of his finger pressed against him, and Gil pulled off his cock.
“Bear down,” he ordered. Michael looked into his upturned face. “Bear down, Michael. I know for a fact you’ve done this.”
“Shut up,” Michael grumbled. But the next time Gil pressed against the ring of tight muscle, he pushed and it was much easier for Gil’s wide finger to slip inside. Michael bit down hard on his lower lip at the sensation of his entrance stretching in combination with the warm, wet suction of Gil’s mouth.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured, unable to fight the need to thrust, even if just shallowly. Then Gil pushed in farther, found Michael’s prostate, and Michael gasped, muscles stiffening.
“Oh, he likes that,” Gil pulled off long enough to say. Gil began to massage the spongy gland with the tip of his curled finger, and Michael pushed back into his touch with a whimper. He’d known he had a hypersensitive prostate since he was fourteen and he’d accidentally found it while beating off in bed. His ass to his dick lit up like a Christmas tree. He’d come so hard he’d shouted and then had to scramble back into his pajama bottoms when the housekeeper had come to find out what was wrong.
Gil hollowed his cheeks, bobbing on Michael’s cock while he pressed more firmly against his gland, and Michael’s arms and legs began to shake.
“I’m going to come,” he gasped, looking down at Gil. Gil nodded, his other hand slipping around to grab an asscheek, and he pulled Michael in as far as he could go. Moments later a final caress against his prostate sent him over the edge, and all Michael’s muscles locked. He shook as he spilled himself down Gil’s throat in hot spurts. Finally, after hanging, gripping the headboard, and shuddering for several seconds, Michael’s muscles went limp and he collapsed slowly onto his side. Gil caught him, easily pulling him down until they were lying face-to-face.
“Okay there?” Gil tenderly pushed Michael’s hair out of his eyes.
“Mmfl.”
Gil smiled, caressing the side of his face. “So, is that an admission that your world was well and truly rocked?”
It took a few seconds, but Michael was finally able to answer somewhat coherently. “Your ego, dude. And I’m fine.” His voice softened. “Just, I can’t brain.”
“It’s okay.” Gil wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist and pulled him in. “You sucked my brains out through my dick a few minutes ago. I get it.”
They shifted around enough that Gil was finally able to pull the thick comforter up over their shoulders, and he dropped his arm easily around Michael’s slender waist.
“I love you, baby,” he murmured and dropped a soft kiss onto the tip of his nose.
Michael didn’t know why, but the gesture flooded him with tenderness. He gently brushed his fingers over the dark pink scars on Gil’s head. “I love you too, Gilbert.”
Gil yawned. “I know you have a thing about muscles, Michael. Have you got a scar kink too?”
Michael snorted softly. “Only yours.”
“Good to know.”
Gil snuggled farther down under the comforter, pressing the side of his face into his pillow. He pulled Michael closer, resting his chin on the top of his head. Michael luxuriated in being surrounded by all the strength, the leashed power in Gil’s body.
“Gonna rest for a few,” Gil muttered.
“I’ll be here when you wake up,” Michael promised.
“Mmm, good.”
Michael listened as Gil’s breathing slowed, his chest rising and falling with quiet, soft sounds. He rubbed his hand over the smooth, warm skin under his cheek and found the solid heartbeat under his palm.
“I’ll be here, Gilbert,” he whispered, making a solemn vow to the man who slept in his arms.
And he would be. No matter what happened with the trial, no matter what the future brought.
He’d be there.
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DIANA COPLAND began writing in the seventh grade, when she shamelessly combined elements of Jane Eyre and Dark Shadows to produce an overwrought Gothic tale that earned her an A- in creative writing, thanks entirely to the generosity of her teacher.
She wrote for pure enjoyment for the next three decades before discovering LiveJournal and a wonderful gr
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Born and raised in southern California, Diana moved to the Pacific Northwest after losing a beloved spouse to AIDS in 1995.
She lives in eastern Washington with three obnoxious cats, near her two wonderful adult children.
By Diana Copland
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