Milky Coffee and Office Gossip (10 page)

Today is Saturday. It’s up to you what’ll happen between us from now on. Thank you so much for giving me the chance to send you my letters and the accompanying gifts to show you my feelings and offer you a peek into my life. I’d love nothing more than to see you face-to-face and share more about our lives with each other.

I love you very much,

Remy

Oh, what a sweet man! Closing his eyes, most of all to hold the tears at bay, he pressed the letter to his heart. Corey couldn’t believe it. He’d found a romantic, loyal, witty, and sexy man who loved him. A man who wanted him despite his flaws. One who was ready to admit his own flaws, and who’d fought for Corey’s heart. It was a wonder that filled him with a warmth and happiness he’d never felt before.

After a while, he felt like someone was watching him and opened his eyes.

His lover’s name left his mouth in a soft whisper.

“Hi,” Remy murmured, standing at the gate to Corey’s garden.

The man looked unusually shy, his hands tucked inside his pockets and nervously rocking from foot to foot. It was cute, but not necessary. Remy shouldn’t have to worry. Not ever again.

With a happy squeal, Corey launched to his feet, ran the short distance, and jumped right into his boyfriend’s outstretched arms. Those strong arms wrapped around him, lifted him off the ground. And then there was only kissing. Maybe some tears, but neither of them cared and Corey would deny it anyway.

“I love you, Corey,” Remy rasped while brushing kisses all over his face and neck.

Damn, the man smelled good. Grinning, Corey cupped his lover’s face.

“I love you, Remington. I love you, and my heart is yours as well as my body. I’d love to get to know you better and share my life with you.”

Remy let out a joyful laugh. It sounded like it was the first time the man laughed so carefree. Corey vowed right then and there to make sure the man did it more often.

When Corey attacked the sexy lawyer’s shirt, Remy held his wrists with one hand. “Easy, tiger. We’re in your garden. Shouldn’t we talk? The last time, we ruined everything because—”

Corey shut his lover up by pecking his puffy lips. “Please. We can talk all you want. But I need you. I missed you so damn much!” Just for good measure, Corey wrapped his legs around Remy’s waist and rubbed his aching prick against his lover’s hard stomach. That did the trick because Remy only moaned, then walked them into the house.

There was no lightning in the sky, and no big epiphany hit Corey while Remy carried him into the bedroom and placed him in the middle of the bed. Remy’s wonderful touch didn’t feel any different. The feelings coursing through Corey’s body were just the same as the many times before when they’d made love. That, above all, told Corey how perfect he and Remy had been all along. Right from the beginning.

They didn’t waste time and soon, all their clothes were gone. They ended with Remy sitting in the middle of the bed, Corey straddling the man’s muscular thighs. Big hands moved from his hips up to his shoulder blades where they splayed wide, probably to touch as much skin as possible. Corey loved it. His own hands weren’t idle either. He explored Remy’s pecs and shoulders all over again, then trailed his fingertips over his lover’s neck till he could cup his face.

They sat like that, gazing into each other’s eyes, not saying a single word. Communication, it suddenly hit Corey, wasn’t always verbal.

“You tried to tell me, didn’t you?” he whispered. “What you felt for me. Every time you touched me, kissed me. Made love to me. You told me with your hands and lips and I was... too blind to see it. I’m sorry,” Corey said, his voice breathy, and tucked his face into the curve of Remy’s neck.

Remy’s hand landed on his nape, lightly massaging the tense muscles. “Don’t be sorry. You were right about me. I should’ve told you. With the way you acted around me... Corey it was obvious that you longed for more. I couldn’t help but give it to you. You were the first man I spent the whole night with in eleven years. That’s huge. You didn’t know that though, so my gesture didn’t have its desired effect.” He chuckled and brushed a kiss against Corey’s temple. “We can do better from now on.”

Corey nodded, and remembering the first letter, scrambled off Remy’s lap. “I need to fetch something.”

“Now? Where are you going?” His lover sounded suspiciously whiny.

“I’ll be back in a second!” Corey hurried out of the bedroom. When he came back, he held up a porcelain bowl. “As I wrote you, I made a wonderful peppermint ice-cream with chocolate chips.” Quickly placing it on the nightstand, Corey crawled back onto the bed and pressed a tender kiss to the man’s slightly parted lips. “Want to share it with you.”

“Corey... that’s...” Remy enfolded him in his arms and pulled him back onto his lap. Then he continued to hug and kiss him till Corey was all breathless and woozy. “Thank you so much for your cute notes and gifts. They were all very thoughtful,” Remy whispered against his lips, his voice shaking a tiny bit.

“Well, I wanted to give you something in return.”

Remy’s answering smile was fond. “I only need you, Corey. You don’t have to buy me gifts.”

“I know. But it just hit me when I read your wonderful letters. I wanted to spoil you, too.” Corey fluttered his lashes, giving his man a flirty, pouty smile.

Remy laughed, shook his head and pecked his lips. “Thank you. The rainbow-colored chocolates were
the
talk of the office. Oh, and they’re tasty as hell.”

Corey giggled. “Embrace the gay, lover! You can count on me to deliver a good workout for you to get rid of all the calories. A horizontal workout.” He winked, enjoying Remy’s choked laugh and the never-ending patting against his back.

“Feed me some of the damn ice-cream. Right the fuck now, or I’m going to eat you instead,” Remy threatened. Not that Corey saw it as a threat, because he’d happily allow his lover to eat him. He snatched the bowl, scooped up some of the creamy goodness, and fed it to Remy.

“Good?”

“Wonderful,” his man mumbled around his sugary treat. “I’m so going to fuck you through the mattress for this.”

“Why? Because I put you close to dangerous calories or because you’re thankful?”

“Both, actually,” he shot back, his eyebrows waggling obscenely.

Corey laughed and smoothed his thumb over one of Remy’s black brows. “I can live with that, my love. Oh!” he exclaimed when a thought hit him. “To go on a hike with you is a compelling idea, by the way. Especially the part where you promised to make love to me under the stars.” He knew his pale skin was glowing red by now. Damn fair complexion. Thankfully, Remy didn’t comment on it. Could be that Corey kept stuffing his mouth with ice-cream.

“I look forward to it. Thank you for the compass,” he mumbled between scoops.

“Uhm... it’s a symbol. I want for us to head into the same direction. Always.”

“Corey.” The kiss that followed was all tangling tongues, panting gasps, and needy whimpers. It was a promise to, from now on, walk together and never lose each other again.

When they parted for much needed air, Remy’s cheeks were suspiciously wet. Corey could tell the man was a bit embarrassed about the emotional display. Just because he’d promised to be more open about his feelings, didn’t mean it’d be easy for Remy. Longing to soothe his man’s worries, Corey brushed the wetness away with his fingers and kissed the last traces from his skin.

Remy’s strong arms wrapped around the small of his back. Hmm, so close. The warmth of the bigger man’s skin felt like heaven against his naked body.

“The tulip is wonderful,” Remy rasped. “I love those old drawings.”

“It’s for your office. A little reminder,” Corey teased. “You can tell all those sexy colleagues and secretaries at the law firm that it’s a gift from your boyfriend.”

Remy’s chuckle vibrated through his chest and settled in Corey’s balls. Maybe they should postpone the talking for a while.

“Well, well, well, my beautiful boyfriend. Thank you so much. Tell me, do you have a gift for me today?”

Corey’s breath caught in his throat at the hot, smoldering look Remy bestowed on him as well as his deep, husky voice. Oh yes, they had obviously reached the
Eating Corey
part of the evening. “Me,” he said in a breathy voice, tilting his head in a blatant invitation.

“Sounds perfect. I want to taste you, love. I bet you’ll taste even better with some...” Suddenly, Remy threw him onto the mattress, making Corey squeak, and moved his body over him in a fluid motion. Then he rescued the bowl out of Corey’s hand and grinned. “Ice-cream.”

Corey shuddered, both from the thought of the cold stuff hitting his heated skin and the wicked naughtiness Remy suggested. Oh, what the hell. Remy would heat him up soon. He could suffer through the cold for a bit.

“Do it,” he whispered, stretching his limbs and flexing his muscles. Watching Corey stretch was one of Remy’s triggers. Got the man hard every damn time.

Corey hissed when the first little glob of ice-cream hit his skin. No, not only his skin, his fucking nipple!

“Aww... you bastard!” he pressed through his clenched teeth, grasping a slat of the headboard in a white-knuckled grip.

Remy, the prick, only chuckled and lowered his head over his chest. He didn’t leave Corey much time to complain. When the man’s hot, raspy tongue scooped up the ice-cream, quickly followed by a hot mouth closing over his nub and sucking it lightly, the sensation was unlike anything Corey had ever experienced. A zing raced from his nipple into his belly, then pooled in his groin.

Arching his back, Corey wailed and tried to push more of the abused little peak inside Remy’s hot mouth. The warmth there delivered both pain and pleasure, like holding your frozen hands under warm water in the winter. Only, his hands had never been wired to his cock!

Remy moved over to the other nipple, giving him the same attention, and Corey thought his head would explode.

“Think you could come just like that, love?” Remy murmured, brushing his lips over Corey’s heated flesh. Eloquent as he was, Corey answered with a pathetic whimper. If his smug smile was anything to go by, his speechlessness pleased his lover to no end.

“Guess that means yes. Go on. Come for me.”

Well, the permission was well-meant, but Corey didn’t think he’d be able to—

Holy fucking shit!

He nearly broke the slat he was holding onto, when the first icy cold and then hot warmth hit his throbbing length. Pushing deep inside the heat enveloping him, Corey yelled and shot his creamy release. He briefly wondered if the taste of cum matched with the taste of peppermint ice-cream, and that silly thought caused him to let out a giggled moan. The moan thanks to Remy, who still softly suckled his softening flesh.

Eventually, he pushed at the man’s broad shoulders when the sensation became too much.

“Okay, what was so funny about my awesome blowjob?” Remy demanded to know as soon as he popped off Corey’s dick. Did he sound a little miffed? Aww.

Corey cupped the bigger man’s face and brushed his thumb over his puffy, red lips. “Nothing, Remy. Just thinking about the compatibility of cum and ice-cream.”

For a moment, Remy blinked, speechless. Then his eyes twinkled and he snorted, placing his forehead on Corey’s hip. “God, you crack me up. Sex has never been so much fun. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered. “And as much as I like to talk with you and all... I missed you. I need this big cock of yours in my ass. Like... now.”

Remy, still chuckling, flipped him onto his stomach and licked a line up Corey’s spine till he reached his neck. Corey folded his legs underneath himself, the move raising his ass in the air while his shoulders remained on the bed.

Throughout their romance, Corey had grown to love this position. Where he’d associated the doggy-style as impersonal and lacking in the romance department, he now loved feeling Remy’s bigger body pressed against his back. The difference now was, that Corey felt cared for, cherished, whenever he had sex with his boyfriend. Although they weren’t looking into each other’s eyes while making love, Corey still
felt
loved. Each of Remy’s touches and caresses screamed affection. On top of that, Remy turned into a devil when he had such free access to Corey’s blatantly offered ass.

Corey basked in feeling Remy’s lips ghosting over his nape when he heard a telltale snick. A bottle. Next there was something cool dribbling down his ass and he hissed.

“That’s cold, you bastard!”

Remy only chuckled and nipped his lobe. “I’m going to heat you up soon, love. Can’t wait any longer. Need you.”

Corey wanted to reply, but then Remy’s slick finger pushed into his ass and all rational thoughts fled his head. When one finger became two and then three, Corey was moaning and begging like a cat in heat. Remy’s other hand held his neck down. Every so often, he nudged his prostate till Corey thought his head would explode.

“Stop playing around and fuck me already, or I’m going to sue your sexy ass, Mr. Lawyer. I need you, too,” Corey shouted and shoved his ass back toward those teasing fingers. They felt so good, but it just wasn’t enough.

A second later, they were gone, leaving Corey empty and aching. Corey heard the tear of foil, then another snick. Remy wrapped one arm around Corey’s chest, pulling him up into a half-kneeling position, then draped his back over Corey’s. Yes! He adored this sexy frog position.

“Remy—” Before he could finish—his lover pushed balls deep into Corey’s body in one smooth thrust.

Corey gasped for breath as Remy groaned against his neck, so obviously loving to feel Corey’s ass snug around his invading hardness. He relished the burn of Remy’s thick cock stretching him, but was grateful for Remy holding still and giving him a breather. Remy hummed, and the man’s big hands stroked up Corey’s chest and then down again at his sides.

His lover’s two sides surprised him once again. He was so passionate and... untamed when it came to sex. However, he always made sure it wasn’t too much or too overwhelming for Corey. Remy always kissed, petted, nibbled and stroked him until the first burn gave way to bliss.