by A. E. Via
“It was the right thing to do.” Bishop stroked his cheek. “I always wanna do right by you, Eddie.”
Edison closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of Bishop’s romance. He kept his eyes averted as he flicked his tongue over the hard callouses on Bishop’s palm. Bishop used his other arm to wrap around Edison’s waist, and pulled their pelvises together so that their shafts were dragging deliciously against each other.
Bishop’s growl got louder when Edison closed his mouth around Bishop’s thumb and sucked on it like he wanted to do his cock. But, there was no way they could keep it down enough to not disturb Mike’s nap.
“Honey, maybe we should do something a little quieter while your dad’s asleep.” Edison’s head fell to the side when Bishop’s mouth latched onto the skin over his pulse. He tried to fight the ecstasy, but he knew it was a losing battle. “We can read for a while… or watch some tv.”
“You really wanna watch TV with me right now, Eddie?” Bishop’s voice was so deep and sexy, Edison found himself shaking his head without thinking. Bishop started to unbutton his shirt, not stopping until he’d pushed the sides open so those dark eyes could feast on Edison’s body. “Good.” Bishop reached between them and palmed Edison’s cock, making him thrust into the pressure.
“Bishop,” Edison begged as quietly as he could.
Bishop stroked him through his jeans, making it harder for Edison to keep standing. Bishop started to walk them backward until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. “Let me put my mouth on you,” Bishop whispered against the shell of his ear, nipping at his lobe.
Edison nodded eagerly just as he felt his belt being unbuckled then his pants and shorts eased down his legs. Bishop urged him onto the thin mattress when he was almost naked. “Get up there and bury your face in my pillow so it’ll smell like you when you leave.”
Edison moaned as he complied. He laid flat on his stomach and spread his legs wide, his dick hard and dripping against the sheets. Bishop took his other pillow and motioned for Edison to raise his hips so he could shove it underneath him. Edison flushed with his bare ass up in the air for the taking. He wanted to be modest and at least attempt at playing hard to get, but after cooking for Bishop, then hearing his returned affection, he just didn’t have the willpower to hold back.
Edison clutched the edge of the mattress at the first feel of Bishop’s breath against the backs of his sensitive thighs. He’d never been in this position before and the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable only heightened the sensation. He liked being at Bishop’s mercy.
“Put your face in the pillow, baby, and scream as loud as you want,” Bishop murmured against one of his cheeks, his beard tickling Edison’s balls.
“What?” Edison said just as Bishop spread him open and licked him from his balls to the top of his ass crack. Edison slammed his face into the soft material that already smelled of Bishop and let it loose.
“Mmmhmm,” Bishop agreed, bathing his left cheek with the flat of his tongue. “Fuck, you taste good.”
“Oh god.” Edison shook. Bishop didn’t tease him long before he was at his hole, nipping it with his teeth first, before licking away the ache. Edison’s thighs trembled with his effort to hold off his orgasm, but it was already so close. He squeezed his eyes closed when he had to admit, “I’m close.”
Bishop answered by pushing the tip of his tongue into him, making flashes of light explode behind his closed lids. “Unngh.” Edison groaned, wanting more. Without embarrassment he begged, knowing Bishop would never shame him, “Deeper… more.”
“I know, baby,” Bishop said, his voice raw and full of fire. His hot breath singed Edison’s hole and he rose higher on his knees, chasing it. “I wish you could see yourself, Edison. How sexy you look right now.”
It wasn’t long before Bishop was giving him just what he’d pleaded for. That slick tongue was spearing in and out of him while blunt fingers dug into his flesh keeping him wide open. Edison’s sounds bordered on a sob, he was in so much bliss. His cock was leaking profusely, and he feared the pillow beneath him might not be salvageable when he was finished.
Bishop stopped with his tongue and Edison was just about to demand he put it back when he felt a rigid finger press inside. He hurried and turned his head back into the pillow groaning with relief. Bishop’s finger was rough and thick and surprisingly there was no burn, no pain, only pleasure. Bishop put his mouth back between Edison’s legs and lapped at his tight sac while he pushed his finger in until his palm was against his ass. Edison felt as if he was about to lose his mind, and the moment Bishop’s digit grazed his prostate, that was just what he did. Edison clenched his ass tight around Bishop’s finger and came harder than he ever had before. He thrust his hips into the soft material of the pillow, needing some kind of friction on his throbbing shaft, as Bishop pumped his finger at the same pace.
When his dick stopped pulsing, Bishop eased his finger out, gently kissing his sensitive hole. Edison wanted to weep at the care Bishop showed his body any time they connected like this. He always made sure that he was sated first before he sought his own pleasure. And tonight was no different. Bishop rose over Edison’s body and covered him, his hard dick nestling into his crease. Edison shook with anticipation that Bishop was about to claim him, take his virginity, but he didn’t penetrate him. Bishop rose on his knees and started to jerk himself over Edison’s exposed ass.
“Oh my god.” Edison wanted Bishop’s come smeared all over his body again. He wanted it badly, but he also wanted to give Bishop more. He didn’t want him to have to pleasure himself. Edison hurried to turn around and sat up, putting his mouth right in front of Bishop’s straining erection. He gazed up into Bishop’s hooded eyes… then realized… he had no clue how to suck a dick.
Chapter Fifty
Bishop
If Bishop wasn’t careful, he was going to take one of Edison’s eyes out, because he was on the verge of shooting any second. He gripped the base of his cock as Edison stared up at him like a lost deer. Bishop’s cockhead was damn-near purple and leaking as Edison’s hazy eyes dropped to his slit. He licked his lips and whispered, “How… what do I do?”
Bishop squeezed himself in a death-grip, clenching his jaw until it started to ache. His Edison was just so innocent, and the way Bishop wanted to shove his cock inside of him and dirty him up made it hard for him to control himself. After fingering Edison’s tight hole and feeling him come on his tongue, his orgasm was already tingling at the base of his spine. He was about to humiliate himself, but he was too wound up to worry about it.
“Just open your mouth,” Bishop murmured, his tongue feeling thick and still full of Edison’s flavor.
Edison slowly parted his peach lips and peered up at Bishop as if awaiting further instruction. Holy fucking shit. He placed the tip of his cock just inside Edison’s heat and his body gave a full-on shudder. He eased inside a bit more and Edison naturally closed his lips around him.
“Oh my god, Eddie.”
He knew the second Edison sucked on his head it’d be over. He was mindful not to thrust, letting Edison take as much as he was comfortable with, which wasn’t much. Bishop cupped Edison’s cheek with his other hand and felt it hollow under his touch just as Edison swallowed around him.
“Fuck!” Bishop yelled, forgetting about being quiet. He clenched his ass when Edison gripped his hips and swallowed again. The more Bishop grunted and cried out his name the more Edison sucked. He had no rhythm or method to what he was doing, only pure instinct, and it was more than enough. “I’m coming,” he warned, giving Edison plenty of time to pull off before he got a mouthful, but to Bishop’s surprise Edison clung on as if he was bracing for the ride.
Keeping a firm leash on his dick, Bishop lurched at the first jolt of his release, careful not to choke his inexperienced boyfriend. He braced himself with one hand on Edison’s shoulder to keep from toppling over as waves and waves of pleasure overtook him. “Goddamn,” Bishop gr
oaned, milking the last of his orgasm onto Edison’s tongue.
Edison eased off him with a shallow pop and wiped the remnants of his seed that’d escaped from the side of his mouth. Then with a satisfied smirk as Bishop continued to jerk and spasm over top of him, Edison fell back on the bed and tucked his hands behind his head, looking way too pleased with himself. And he’d more than earned it. Bishop wouldn’t take that away from him. Edison had definitely nailed his first blow job.
Bishop was resting comfortably on his sheets that smelled like Edison’s aftershave when he stretched his arms over his head and reached for him but felt nothing but cool sheets. He cracked his eyes open and saw Edison sitting on the side of the bed buttoning his shirt. His jeans and shoes were on as if he was about to make a silent dash for the door. “You sneaking out on me? I hope you at least left some cash on the nightstand.”
Edison laughed quietly. “It’s late, and I have to get up early for our planning committee’s final run through for community fun day. Don’t forget honey, that’s this Saturday.”
“I remember,” Bishop said around a yawn.
“You guys did such an amazing job with the landscaping, this is the first year we didn’t have to rent a park, we can actually have it on our own grounds. It’s a huge deal, open to the public and everything. So, you guys gotta come.”
“I told the fellas. We’ll be there, Edison,” Bishop grumbled. A Saturday full of elite office workers and Town Center day-walkers was not his idea of a fun day, but it meant a lot to Edison.
“I promise not to make you stay the entire time.” Edison leaned down and kissed him.
“Good. Because I have plans for you Saturday night,” Bishop said seductively. He reclined back on the bed and tried to take Edison with him when he was stopped.
“My Lyft will be here in a couple minutes.”
Bishop sat up straight, not liking the sound of that. “A Lyft? You don’t have to take a cab, Eddie. What kind of boyfriend do you think I am? I picked you up, I’ll take you home.” Bishop inched closer and put his forehead against Edison’s. “I thought you were supposed to be the old-fashioned one?”
Edison pushed his tongue into his mouth, and Bishop forgot what he was supposed to be complaining about. When he pulled back Edison smoothed his soft hands over his beard. “You only have a few more hours to sleep. There’s no need to drive me twenty minutes home then have to drive right back, when you’re already here. And I know you have a lot to do on Tuesdays… even though you won’t tell me what it is.”
“I will soon. Promise,” Bishop said. His mood began to deflate when he thought of the talk he needed to have with Edison on Saturday night. It was time to come clean and be completely forthcoming with the man he loved—before someone beat him to it.
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“I think I should stay just in case you need some more help, Bishop. Why do I need to leave for your class now?” Mike not only looked offended, he looked hurt.
Bishop sat at their dining table in front of the laptop waiting to log on to his virtual classroom at six o’clock. This was his second class and he wanted to do it without Mike standing over his shoulder. He knew his dad meant well, but he needed to do this alone.
He’d gone alone to the orientation at the ALC—where he’d spent twenty minutes hovering outside the door—but he’d managed to pull the handle and walk into his new future. And he’d been proud of himself. The crowd hadn’t been what he’d expected. There were people of all ages in there from twenty to eighty, and for the first time he didn’t feel as if he stuck out like a sore thumb.
The two-hour orientation had gone well. The administrators of the GED Program were patient and helpful. They’d answered questions without sounding annoyed or making anyone feel simple. Bishop had sat in the back of the large room and paid as close attention as he could. There’d been a short tour of the center where they’d been shown classrooms, two computer labs, and a library. Even online students had full access to the school, its counselors and in-house instructors for tutoring. They’d been ushered into the media room and given a demonstration on how to navigate through the ALC website and a thorough tutorial on the virtual classroom site. Bishop’s knee hadn’t bounced so hard during the technology part as he’d recalled a lot of the lessons Mike had already taught him. He could do this.
At the end of the session, they’d gotten into lines and picked up their materials for their classes. No one knew who was there for what, and Bishop appreciated the privacy. Some people were being handed large textbooks, or thick workbooks, but when he’d reached the front and given his name, the helper handed him a twelve-by-twelve brown envelope and told him good luck as he had everyone else.
“Okay, you don’t have to leave but… just, go in your room or something.”
Mike frowned. “Excuse me?”
Bishop rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“I said I’d be there for you the whole time. What if you need my help?”
“Then I’ll ask the teacher,” Bishop said.
Mike put his hands on his hips and locked eyes with him. He hated when his dad was reading him, and Bishop knew that if he watched him long enough, he’d eventually see the hidden meaning behind his request. Damn. He was just trying to stand on his fucking own two feet.
“Dad,” Bishop said, his voice thick with frustration. He held Mike’s hard glare. “This is difficult enough, okay. I… I can’t do it with you standing over me so I can be worried about what you’re thinking. I mean look at this shit. You think I want you watching me struggle to fucking read this.”
Bishop held up his class material from his ALC folder. Any time he had to study the basic-ass I Can Read Level One book, his muscles bunched in his neck. It looked like one of those books he’d seen in the kid’s section of Barnes & Noble, complete with goddamn illustrations and everything. He guessed what really bothered him the most was that there were words he didn’t know in the level one book, words he couldn’t even sound out. Fuck me.
Mike sighed, his disappointment falling away to understanding. He clamped his big hands on Bishop’s shoulders and squeezed him. “All right lil’ homie. I can respect that. I’ll be in my room. Love ya kid.”
Bishop watched Mike’s back until he was almost to his room then called out to him. “Dad.”
“Yo.” Mike spun around as if he was ready to come right back if Bishop had changed his mind.
“I love you, too, man,” Bishop rumbled then averted his eyes back to the laptop. Mike said those words to him often but he never waited to hear it in return. It hadn’t been something they were used to doing, expressing their feelings to each other without grappling, it was something new they were trying.
He didn’t look up again until he heard Mike’s door close several seconds later. Now that he was finally alone, he turned his attention towards his lesson. Staring at the level one book, Bishop knew he had so far to go before he even got to those GED courses, but it was too soon to get discouraged. Instead of getting flustered, he took out the sheets of lined paper and started to copy the words he didn’t know over and over, like he’d been instructed. Promptly at six he was logged on to the center’s online classroom.
When he’d logged on for that first class, he thought there were gonna be multiple faces staring back at him, but it was just an older man, in his late forties, standing in front of dry erase board with an easy smile. Bishop thought his teacher was confident and smart, and he liked the way he taught the lessons. He didn’t make the books feel so childish. At the end of the week, he’d turn in this packet and pick up next week’s materials. He felt like he’d be doing that for the next thousand years.
However long it took, he’d do it. One of these days, he’d be able to read to his Eddie like he read to him.
Chapter Fifty-One
Edison
Edison pulled into a parking space at his work with a huge grin on his face. It was bright and early on a Friday morning and Stockley lawn service was bac
k at Town Center Suites servicing the grounds for their community day tomorrow. He’d missed glancing out of his window and seeing Bishop every day, but he knew he’d have to move on to their other properties sooner or later. He hadn’t seen his boyfriend since he and Trent had come over Wednesday night to finish his grilling station. Bishop had chosen to stay home with his friend yesterday since he’d been in such a slump about moving out of his girlfriend’s place, and Bishop was concerned he wasn’t being a good enough friend. He was convinced that there was something else going on with Trent.
Edison took the container from his passenger seat and his messenger bag, and got out of his car. Bishop must’ve been waiting for him because he and Trent were standing close by the stairs talking, their equipment lying on the ground beside them. Edison knew he was grinning like a loon, but he couldn’t help it. He was in love… and it was Friday, and the sun was bright in the sky, he had two days off, and he had steaks marinating to put on his new grill… just all the little things was magnified times ten.
Bishop looked Edison up and down as he approached, not at all shy about his ogling. Edison stared as Bishop removed one of his thick gardening gloves from his hand and just barely touched him beneath his chin when Edison came in and lifted his head for a kiss. Bishop smelled like soap and morning sunshine. He wanted a deeper taste, but Edison kept it PG, since people were walking by.
“Morning. How’d you sleep?” Bishop asked seductively.
Edison swallowed, holding Bishop’s penetrating gaze. “Oh, fine,” he mumbled, knowing Bishop could see right through him. Could see that his night had been filled with wanting and longing for him.
“Did you cook on the grill last night?” Trent asked, breaking his and Bishop’s daze.
Edison cleared his throat and smiled up at Trent. He couldn’t see his brown eyes behind his dark sunglasses, so he ended up staring at his own reflection in the lenses. “Not yet. I thought I’d save that for tonight.”
