“Not at all. Seriously. I’ll sit here and watch TV and do puzzles. I’m not much of a socializer anyway.”
“All right.”
Yes!
Jerald would have jumped up and down, but that would have looked undignified. “Tomorrow night, once I’m off duty, we’re going out. You and me.” He stepped forward, forcing Alan behind the kitchen wall. Jerald leaned in and growled in his ear, “Maybe after, we can have some fun if she’s asleep when we get back.”
Alan slipped his arms around Jerald’s waist and pulled him closer. Jerald felt Alan’s hard cock through his shorts. “Who gives a shit if she’s asleep?” he whispered. “I need a good, hard fucking, buddy. You haven’t given me one in several days.”
Jerald was getting to the point maybe he could overlook someone else in the house. “We’ll see.”
Alan planted a kiss on his lips before turning him loose.
After dinner, Daphne retired early, leaving the men alone in the living room. Alan sat next to Jerald on the couch and snuggled close.
Before he knew it, he had Alan in his arms, kissing him.
Alan’s hand trailed down Jerald’s torso, until he slipped it between his legs and squeezed, making him moan.
“Come to the bedroom with me,” Alan whispered. “I have something I want to show you.”
“What?” Jerald gasped.
Alan stood and dropped his shorts, leaving him standing naked in the middle of the living room. “Me.” He picked up his shorts and quickly walked down the hall without a look back.
Jerald’s mouth dropped open. Finally, once he made his brain start working again, he followed.
Why the fuck not.
Alan waited on the bed, stretched out and naked. When Jerald walked through the bedroom door, Alan crooked a finger at him. “Come here, tough guy,” he quietly beckoned.
Jerald shut the door behind him and stripped. No, he couldn't turn his back on Alan tonight. No fucking way in hell.
He crawled onto the bed. “You still in the mood for a good, hard fucking?”
Alan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, man, when am I ever
not
in the mood for you?” He reached over to the bedside table, where he grabbed the bottle of lube before handing it to Jerald. Without prompting, he flipped over onto his hands and knees.
Firm thighs dusted with golden hair tapered into the slightly pale, deliciously tight ass now presented to him. Jerald bent down and swirled his tongue around the indentation behind Alan’s right knee.
Alan moaned as Jerald teased him, tickling the spot that could drive him nearly crazy with need. Alan’s hips bucked against thin air. “Dude, please,” he hoarsely whispered. “Don’t leave me hanging.”
Jerald smiled as he sat up. He reached between Alan’s legs and palmed his sac. His balls already felt tight and firm, drawn up, begging to be handled. He reached further and gripped Alan’s cock. A drop of pre-come had already formed at the slit. Jerald rubbed it all over the head as Alan shifted his hips against his hand.
Without letting go of Alan’s cock, Jerald leaned in and kissed his right ass cheek before biting down, hard enough he knew the impression of his teeth would remain until at least the next day.
Alan moaned into his pillow as his cock twitched in Jerald’s hand.
With his free hand, Jerald stroked Alan’s back. “You like that?”
Alan moaned in response, well past the point of coherent speech. Jerald continued biting and nipping Alan until the man begged to be fucked. Jerald slicked himself with lube, drizzled some down the crack of Alan’s ass, and pushed his finger into the other man’s rim.
“Right there? Is this what you want?”
“Jesus Christ, you goddamn tease, stick your cock in my ass and fuck me!”
Jerald laughed. “All righty then.” He pulled out his finger, replaced it with his throbbing cock, and thrust home hard and deep.
Alan slammed his hips backward, meeting him stroke for stroke. “Goddammit, yes!”
With his large hands clamped around Alan’s hips, Jerald fucked him hard and fast, enjoying the sound of Alan’s loud moans. When Alan reached between his legs and fisted his own cock with his hand, Jerald knew he was close.
He tried to hold back, wanting Alan to finish first. That proved difficult considering how good it felt having Alan’s tight ass muscles deliciously engulfing his cock. He slowed his thrusts a little, while increasing the force, their flesh loudly slapping together at the bottom of every stroke.
Then Alan threw back his head. “Oh, fuck yes!”
Jerald took that as his cue. Feeling his lover’s muscles spasming around him, he pumped his cock into him until his own climax felt like it would split his cock in two before it finally exploded. He collapsed on top of Alan, both of them breathing heavy. He laced his fingers through Alan’s and kissed the back of his neck.
“You okay?”
Alan laughed and squeezed Jerald’s hand. “I’m sooo fucking okay. That was fantastic.”
“Why didn’t you wait?”
Alan turned his head so he could look at Jerald. “For one, you had me too fucking horny to wait. Not to mention what you did to me felt too damn good. For another, I didn’t mind doing it so we could cut down on the noise a little, end things sooner.”
Jerald felt heat rush to his face.
Holy fuck
, they had been loud. Now with his cock finally happy to have received some action, he realized unless Daphne was asleep or comatose, there was no way in hell she couldn’t have heard them.
He rolled off Alan and went to clean up before returning to the bed with a washcloth for Alan. With a little more time to ponder the situation, he realized he couldn’t face her right away. Damn sure didn’t want to look across the breakfast table to see a knowing smile. Even a smile as cute as hers, when you could coax a smile out of her.
Alan frowned. “Uh oh. What’s that look for?”
“I’d better go,” he mumbled as he reached for his clothes.
Alan touched his hand. “Why?”
“Give me some time with this, please?”
Maybe Alan was just happy to have won this battle. He kissed Jerald before smoothing his hair back. “Maybe you’ll feel more comfortable staying tomorrow night.” A playful smile crossed his features. “Or maybe I’ll fuck you cross-eyed and you’ll fall asleep after and then it won’t matter.”
Jerald let his forehead rest against Alan’s for a moment. “Thank you for understanding.”
Alan kissed him one more time. “Please be careful driving home.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Don’t forget I’ve got two charters tomorrow.” Jerald dressed and left after one last kiss.
Alan lay there in bed for a few minutes. He hadn’t counted on Jerald going through with anything tonight.
Progress.
Give and take. Begging him to spend the night would have pushed Jerald into an argument. Maybe by tomorrow night he’d have himself talked into staying.
* * * *
From her room just on the other side of the wall from the master bedroom, Daphne listened to the men as they made love. Part of her envied them, how good they sounded together. Part of her wanted to join them. Then a few minutes after the noises ended, she heard the front door open and shut, followed by the sound of a car starting and leaving.
She couldn’t sleep.
Why would Jerald leave?
It was only nine o’clock.
She decided to get a glass of water and a snack. Alan must have heard her because a few minutes later he walked out to the kitchen.
“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” she asked.
He smiled. “No. I couldn’t sleep.”
“Neither could I.”
“Want to watch a movie with me? I’ll make popcorn.”
She couldn’t refuse that offer.
They snuggled on the couch together. She loved the way he smelled, between his cologne and clothes detergent and even a hint of musky after-sex scent she didn’t want to contemplate, because the thought of what he’d been doing a little earlier made her horny.
“Why did Jerald leave?” she asked as a distraction more than anything.
He obviously didn’t want to answer at first. “He decided to put off moving in for a while. He’s got to work tomorrow.”
“Sorry.”
“Crap, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, that’s okay. It’s the truth.” She glanced at Alan. “He’s not comfortable with me here, is he?”
He snugged her tighter. “He’s coming around.”
She bit her tongue to keep the bad pun in her mouth. “I should be able to leave in a few days.”
“Let’s not talk about that tonight.” He pointed at the TV. “I want to enjoy this. I got laid, I’ve got a cute girl to cuddle with, and life’s good.”
She laughed and nearly choked on her popcorn. “I wasn’t going to say anything about that.”
“What, cuddling with a cute girl?”
She laughed again. “The getting laid part.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of. Why, it didn’t bother you, did it?”
“You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
She looked into his eyes. “It sounded like you two had a lot of fun. I wish I could have watched.”
He grinned and nuzzled her nose. “Well, sugar, maybe we can arrange that one day.”
He had to be joking, teasing her, but the thought dampened her panties as she settled in without further comment to watch the movie.
Later, after she went to bed, she lay there and played the sounds of the men’s sex over in her mind, recalled the feel of Alan’s warm body on the couch.
She rolled onto her stomach, plunged her fingers between her legs and imagined not one but two hunky guys making love to her. A deliciously naughty fantasy. Thinking that, it didn’t take long before she moaned into her pillow as her own orgasm flooded through her. As she drifted to sleep, she thought maybe staying with Alan, for a while at least, wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.
Chapter
Eight
Jerald arrived at the marina at his usual time on Saturday morning. He wished he’d spent the night at Alan’s. He’d barely slept and felt like a grouchy bear.
Goddammit.
Yes, Daphne seemed sweet and nice. Still, something did not set right with him. She’d practically wrapped Alan around her finger in just a few days. Nothing he said about her even slightly negative would go over well. Alan felt bound and determined to take care of her, regardless of the circumstances.
As much as it aggravated Jerald, it also warmed him. Alan, a truly nice guy and a kind-hearted man, would go out of his way to help others.
And he was
his
boyfriend.
Now if they could only get some time to themselves now that he’d managed to wrap his mind around that little factoid, life would be just skippy. At least they’d go out tonight. Alone.
Please let her be asleep when we get home.
Thank god Alan had been relatively patient with him. Of course, the irony didn’t escape him that if Alan was a girl he would have no hesitation whatsoever about making love to him with someone else in the house.
One of these days, I need to let go of my fear.
Thinking it didn’t make it any easier to do it.
He loaded his gear into the boat. After cranking the engines, he cast off and headed down the channel. A nice Saturday, every weekend warrior would be out. At least he’d remembered to bring an extra citation pad.
He suspected he’d need it.
A short time after noon, he had pulled over an old wreck of a boat and was going through a safety inspection when he heard the VHF radio go off. “Hey, Major Carter, marine patrol. You out here? It’s Bob Diego.”
The boat’s owner had all his required equipment, and the vessel appeared seaworthy despite looking like it was held together with duct tape and fiberglass patches. He cut them loose and grabbed the radio mic. “This is Major Carter. What’s up, Bob?”
“Do you have my cell number on you?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Call me. Right now.”
Bob Diego was one of the local shrimpers Jerald regularly dealt with professionally since he worked out of the Aripeka marina. If Bob couldn’t say something over the radio, it must be bad. A moment later, Jerald called him on the cell.
“I’m about five miles southwest of Hernando Beach. I’ve brought up a body.”
So much for my dinner plans tonight.
“Dead human body?”
“Um, yeah. No question about it.”
“What’s the coordinates?” He wrote them down, then called it in to base on his police radio. He would beat the sheriff’s office and Coast Guard out there.
With relatively calm seas, he made good time. It took him twenty minutes to reach the location. Bob had gone out in his pleasure boat with his family. He’d been teaching his two sons how to dive on a shallow rock ledge in less than thirty feet of water when they stumbled upon the man’s body.