by V. L. Locey
“Stop, please. It was an accident.” His reply was quite stiff, so I swallowed down the next apology resting on my tongue. For a second anyway.
“Will you let me pay for the dry cleaning of your shirt?” I offered, even though I could tell he was ready to lay this all to rest.
“Michael, are you looking for some kind of absolution from me for something that was an accident? Shall I push you to your knees and fill your mouth with my cock so you’re unable to cough up another measly regret. Is that really what you want with your sister and nephew coming back from Jamaal’s any minute?”
My cock started weeping just thinking about it. There was something incredibly naughty about possibly being interrupted, I had to admit, even while another part of me was absolutely horrified about being interrupted. My dick, which kind of held the reins at the moment, nudged good sense aside. I glanced at my watch, saw that we had about twenty minutes, and reached behind me to flip the lock. His brown eyes rounded.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want from you.”
“God above,” he whispered. The shock on his face more than a little amusing. I dropped to my knees and went for his zipper, jerking it down in one hurried tug. “You never cease to amaze me, Michael.” He slid his fingers into my hair, guiding me to his prick as if I needed him to lead me to it. Silly man. I swallowed him down whole, his semi-erect cock hardening as I sucked him hungrily. He fell into the stolen moment quickly, rocking his hips to press more of his dick into my mouth. Now that he was rigid, I gagged on the deepest strokes but kept sucking, savoring the taste of his precum on my tongue as he fucked my mouth with growing speed and vigor. Just like I had wanted him to. As his breathing hitched, I pulled my cock free from my jeans and was instantly reminded of one of his primary rules.
“I make you come, Michael,” he growled then bucked strongly, his fingers knotted in my hair, his stroke rocked my head backward into the door. I groaned. “Ah, dammit, sorry, love.”
I shook my head slightly, purring around his cock to show him it was what I wanted. He got the message quickly, and on the next plunge into my throat, the back of my head gently thudded on the door. I nearly came right then and there. There wasn’t much talking. Time was of the essence. He thrust deep and hard one final time and then came, hot spunk coating my mouth and throat. Cock still dribbling, he pulled out of my mouth and took hold of an arm, jerking me to my feet.
“Watch.” One word. That was all he said to me as he spun me around to face the small round mirror over the sink, which was still filled with the soiled shirt and lavender bubbles. “Watch me get you off.”
Weak with want, I leaned back into him. Bryn stepped up close, his chest warming my back, and linked an arm around my waist. Then with his other hand, he grabbed my cock.
“Oh, shit, shit,” I whimpered as he pumped me, his arm tight around my middle, his dark eyes boring into me as he observed me unraveling, stroke by firm stroke, in the mirror. “Harder please, faster. Yes, oh fuck. Faster.”
He held up his hand and I spat in it. Then he worked me feverishly until I was teetering on the edge.
“Watch, Michael.” The arm around my middle tightened. I’d never seen myself come before. It was wildly erotic but the need to arch into his hand and close my eyes in ecstasy was eventually too much. “Beautiful,” he whispered as I bucked and shot my load over his hand and the shirt soaking in the sink. “Look now. Look.”
I forced my eyes to open as lesser waves of pleasure rode over me. He was right, we were beautiful. It was beautiful. I was beautiful. I’d never thought of myself as such before, but with the glow of his loving on me, I was beautiful.
“Your love makes me look good,” I panted, fingers holding onto the thick forearm resting against my stomach.
He kissed the side of my neck. “No, Michael, you are always exquisite.”
I needed to kiss him badly, so I turned my head and he fell on my mouth.
“Hey, guys! Stop noodling around, we’re home!” Kelly shouted up the stairs.
“I love noodles!” Liam bellowed, the sound of his feet thundering up the stairs setting into motion the fastest round of ‘Tuck Your Dicks and Look Innocent” ever recorded. Maybe it was a world record. Not sure. I’d have to contact the folks at Guinness who oversee such things.
When Liam pounded on the door, which was locked, Bryn and I were decent, if not still a little pink in the cheeks from our little rendezvous. We exchanged sultry little smiles and then I unlocked the door before the child battered it down.
“Why are you and Uncle Bryn eating noodles in here?” Liam asked, still in his coat, his eyes darting around in search of pasta. “Mama says no food where we poop. Is it okay to have food where we poop now?”
I dropped into a crouch to speak to him. “No, it’s not. She was just kidding. Why don’t you go get your boots and coat off? Bryn and I’ll be right down, and we’ll make some dinner.”
“Can we have noodles?”
“Of course. Now give me a kiss.”
The boy gave me a quick smooch then went back downstairs with the same amount of noise that he’d made coming up the stairs. When I stood up and looked back at Bryn, he was staring at me, his brown eyes round with shock.
“What’s wrong?” I assumed it was his shirt. “I’ll wash the spunk out of your shirt. I didn’t mean to—”
“He called me Uncle Bryn,” he mumbled, wet shirt in hand.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, no. Of course not I just…he’s never—it’s quite nice. Really quite nice.” The shock gave way to a loving smile. “I like it, a lot, actually. It’s almost as if we’re a couple.”
“Well, we are,” I joked as I removed the dirty shirt from his grip and started wringing it out.
“No, yes, I mean…more than a dating couple.”
“Oh?”
He blinked dully, took his shirt back, and then went to work wringing, leaving me to stand and stare as I tried to work out what exactly was rolling around inside his head.
I found out a few weeks later when I joined him for lunch in a small eatery just a block down from the arena. It was a quaint little place smack dab in the city, decorated with country furnishings such as butter churns and hutch cupboards painted white and blue, calico drapes, and old-fashioned paintings of farms on the white-washed walls.
“How was morning skate?” I asked as I dumped some cream into my coffee.
“Well enough. We’ll see if our performance improves on the ice tonight. Michael, I’m glad you could join me here on such short notice. I know you’ve been working on your resumes.”
“Please, as if filling out another online job application can compare to joining you for coffee and Danish.” I smiled at him but got a skittish sort of look in return. A flicker of unease lit up in my belly. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, no. Nothing wrong just…” he trailed off, his gaze on the dark blue mug resting between his palms. He raised his eyes from his coffee to me. “I want you to move in with me.” We sat there staring at each other like two dimwitted dolts. When I said nothing in reply because my brain had screeched to a sudden stop, he fumbled over himself to try to make things less awkward. “I know that was sudden, yes? Yes, it was too sudden, but we’ve been dating for several months now, and I’ve been contemplating bringing up the subject but…well, life would interfere, or I’d lose confidence in myself. Then Liam called me Uncle Bryn and somehow, deep down, I knew that I wanted to be part of your family. I want more than what we have now, Michael. I want to wake up beside you every day, see you blink awake and glance at me then smile as you do as if I were the most glorious thing on the planet.”
“You are,” I assured him, dropping my spoon to the table so that I could touch him. I cradled his cheek in my palm, my heart hammering with joy. “You’re the most marvelous thing on this planet as well as several others in our solar system. I just wasn’t prepared for this conversation. We’ve never talked about it. I assumed that
you wanted to maintain some distance.”
He shook his head, placing his hand over mine, and leaned in close. People moved around our table, jostling our chairs and talking about mundane things. The smell of chicken pot pies baking flavored the air. The bell over the door rang. Yet none of those things could barge into what we were saying to each other on the chilly mid-March morning.
“Distance, it seems, is the last thing I want from you.”
If my heart were any fuller, it would burst. “I feel the same.”
His luscious lips flattened just a bit. “I suspect a but is coming.” He took my hand, turned it over, and kissed my palm. Yep, the heart was bursting. Love was coating my insides.
“I just need a bit of time, Bryn. I wasn’t prepared for this, and I do have Kelly and Liam to consider. I’m not sure she can swing the rent on a place alone.”
He inhaled deeply and then smiled knowingly. “If you didn’t put yourself first when it came to them you wouldn’t be the Michael I fell in love with.”
I nearly fainted from relief. “Thank you for giving me time to sort.”
“Just so that I’m clear, you will come live with me, but it will not be this weekend.” His dark eyes held all kinds of warmth and affection. I nodded. “Very well. I’ll begin making room for you in my closet.”
“With all your clothes I figured I’d be relegated to the closet in the guest room,” I quipped to help lighten a touchy mood. God knows I was thrilled to be asked to cohabitate with Bryn, I adored him. But yes, my life was forever linked with my sisters, and I’d not have it any other way. We were the only Kneller’s who cared about each other. We’d faced so much together. I could no more leave her and Liam to flounder financially than I could lop off my hands.
“Ah, so we’re feeling sassy are we?” The glitter in his eyes became a little predatory. He licked a hot trail over my palm to my wrist. “Perhaps we should go back to my place and pull out those new red ropes that I bought for us since you’re so full of cheek. What do you say about that?”
“I say why are we still sitting here?”
That evening, with my wrists still pink from the ropes and my ass just a tiny bit tender, I sat down at my kitchen table with my sister. Liam was watching The Avengers for the umpteenth thousandth time, his well-loved stuffed Cap at his side on the sofa.
“What’s wrong?” Kelly asked, still in her pink work top and white pants. She’d taken off her white nursing shoes the minute she’d entered the house. “You look terrified.”
“There’s nothing wrong, we just need to talk. Maybe we should have some coffee. You want coffee?”
She stared at me with that aggravated sister look that I knew so, so well. “What’s going on?”
I blew out a long breath, locked my gaze on the dirty dinner plates littered with pizza crust, and dove in headfirst.
“Bryn asked me to move in with him.”
She screamed in joy then leaped to her feet to run over to hug me to her. The embrace was a little boisterous as was her hug/bounce dance. I feared whiplash.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! I am so happy for you, Mike! Yunz are going to be so happy together! I swear I hear wedding bells. When are you moving out?” She talked and squeezed and bobbled. My head bobbed off her boob several times.
“That’s kind of…Kelly your boob is getting far too…familiar with my nose.” I wiggled free and pointed to a chair. She sat down, eyes wide, smile wide. She reminded me of a puppy just looking for another chance to leap up and lick your face. “Okay, first off, there is no set moving date because we need to work things out.”
She blinked big green eyes at me. “You and Bryn have to work things out?”
“No, we have to work things out.” I pointed to her then to me. Her thin eyebrows knotted. “What are you going to do when I move out? Also, there’s the fact that Liam had a meltdown the last time Bryn and he talked about us living together.” Bryn had filled Kelly and me in that day and I’d been careful to avoid bringing it up since he was just now adjusting to his new routine. I didn’t want to be the one to throw him for a loop again. The poor kid had enough on his plate.
“No.” She waved a finger at me. It was a rather violent finger wave, to be honest. As was her expression. “No, you are not doing this anymore. I refuse.”
“Uhm, doing what?” I leaned back in my chair to avoid that angry finger of hers. Liam was cheering on Cap and Iron Man, oblivious to our monumental discussion.
“Putting your life on hold for us.”
I stammered and stuttered mentally for a full minute. Kelly lowered the finger but folded her arms over her chest. Oh dear. “Okay, first of all, I have never put my life on hold for—”
“Mike, please! You’ve been living half a life for five years now. Ever since Liam and I moved in. Hell, closer to six years it is now.” She fired back. “You’ve worked at home to take care of Liam. You’ve put aside relationships because of me and Liam. Everything you’ve done since I got pregnant has been for me and Liam.”
“I love you and Liam,” I weakly replied. “And having you here, with me, in my house, has been a joyous blessing.”
Her arms slid from her breasts. “Mike, I know you love us, and we love you, but you’ve got a real chance with Bryn to find happiness. Liam and I do not want to be the reason you lose out on a great relationship.”
“But…what will you do?”
“I’ll live here. With Liam. We’ll rent the house from you and everything will be fine.”
“I can’t charge you rent.”
Her eyebrows dropped into a deep V again. Shit.
“You will!” Damn, the finger was back in my face. “You’ll take my money, and you’ll find a job out in the world, and you will move in with Bryn! You’ll get married and maybe have a child of your own. I mean it. It’s time for you to live your life, Mike.” Her finger fell to the table and her gaze softened.
“You’re as bossy as Bryn,” I commented with a smile.
“Liam and I want you to be happy. We love you. We love Bryn. Bryn wants you to be happy. He loves you. I know you love him. Go live with him. Be happy.”
“I will but I’ll miss you.” I nodded then started to cry. And then my face was mashed into a boob once more.
“We’ll miss you too but its time, for both of us.” She kissed the top of my head, and I clung to her tightly. As we hugged it out, I wondered how we would explain things to Liam so that he would understand.
Sixteen
Bryn
Two weeks later, after the end of the regular season and before we started our first-round conference quarterfinal series against New York, the dreaded day had arrived. Michael had carefully planned out the evening to try to ensure Liam would be in a good mood. Tickets to the newest superhero movie followed by pizza at this odd sort of place that was packed with kids and animatronic animals. Michael refused to sit too close to the huge mechanical bear playing a banjo because, according to my boyfriend, the bear looked evil. I couldn’t argue.
Kelly sat down beside her son, Michael and I were across the square table. One could barely think with all the noise. Children laughing and screaming, demonic bears strumming and singing, and the deafening clatter of games in the game room. I prayed we could eat our pizza, tell the boy our news, and then leave within thirty minutes. Fifteen would be better but they did have to bake the pizza pie. Liam was giddy with life, his eyes bright and jade, his mouth going a mile a minute, and his mood high.
We made small talk while we sipped bubbly cola. Several children with parents in tow came over to ask for autographs. Liam chatted away with the kids who visited, telling them that I was his uncle now that me and his real uncle were boyfriends. It was adorable, and I had that tug at my heart that always came when Liam thought to include me in his small little family.
“So, Liam,” I opened with after our dinner arrived. “Are you happy that Uncle Mike and I are boyfriends?”
Kelly dished up a slice for her son then placed it in f
ront of him. She waved over the server, a rather cute young man with big dimples and an easy smile, to ask for more napkins.
“Yep! I like having two uncles now. You’re a Raven and drive a rich car. Uncle Mike cooks good noodles and washes the poop out of my underwear,” Liam said as his eyes darted around the busy restaurant.
“Guess we know who the glamorous one in this relationship is,” Michael mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. I patted his knee under the table.
“Your uncle is a wonderful man. We all love him a great deal, don’t we?” I asked, the conversation running along as we adults had all worked out ahead of time. The plan was to ease Liam into discussing the big thing with talk of how we all loved each other and how very much Michael and I adored the other. Kelly was supposed to chip in now with some anecdote about men and women who love each other like Michael and I do sometimes wish to live in the same house, but she was occupied with ogling the server.
“Yep, we love Uncle Mike. Did you see that big donkey singing the doodle song?! I want to get a donkey and teach him to sing the doodle song. Doodle on the paper, doodle on the paper, doodle on the paper but never on the wall!” Liam burst out in song, his slice of pizza missing one big bite.
“Yes, we do love him,” I carried on. Michael pinched Kelly on the arm. She squeaked, and her attention flew back to our talk. She blushed prettily then launched into her part of the talk.
“We all love Uncle Mike and Uncle Bryn. Liam don’t try to take such a big bite. Why don’t you let me cut if for you? Okay, fine, I won’t cut it.” She sighed then drifted off when the server arrived with extra napkins and a pitcher of cola even though we still had a full pitcher. When Kelly and the server began talking about how zippy the pepperoni was and how they both loved zippy pepperoni, Michael pinched her arm again.
“Would you stop pinching me?!” Kelly growled then grinned up at the cute waiter. “Thanks for the complimentary napkins.”
