there one day. The deeper Lance went, the more Rush wanted. Rush bent his legs at the
knee and his feet rose. He moaned and took fast, desperate breaths. Lance repositioned
his body, placing all his strength on his arms, as if he were doing strenuous push-ups on
top of Rush.
They remained in this position until Lance shouted, “I’m coming.” His body
jerked and his legs trembled. A drop of perspiration fell from his forehead and landed on
Rush’s back.
After Lance came, he gave Rush three hard pounds. When his cock as deep inside
Rush’s body as it could possibly get, Rush reached down between his legs and grabbed
his own cock. He jerked it a few times, arched his back higher, and came on the sheet
beneath his stomach.
Lance fell on top of his body and whispered, “I love you so much. I’ve never felt
like this with anyone before.” Rush smiled and tightened the lips of his hole. He clamped down hard on Lance’s
dick. These were the words he’d been waiting to hear all of his life. He didn’t want to
make it complicated, so he just whispered, “I love you, too.”
Chapter Nine
On Monday morning, Rush and Lance woke up on the living room floor in front
of the fireplace. The fire had burned out, but the embers were still glowing in red and
orange. The night before, they’d roasted chestnuts over an open fire, made love on an
antique Oriental carpet, and fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Now they were lying in a
spoon position, covered with a thick white comforter. They were both naked and Lance’s
erection rubbed against Rush’s lower back.
Rush smiled and backed into Lance. He arched his back, wiggled his hips up and
down a few times, and said, “I hope you have another condom down here. Let’s do it on
our sides this time. We haven’t done that in a while.”
Lance grunted and pushed his hips forward. “On the table next to the wing chair,”
he said. “I brought a few condoms with me last night.”
They were lying in front of the wing chair and the table wasn’t far away. While
Rush reached out from under the comforter for the condom, the telephone rang.
Lance grabbed his ass and said, “Don’t get it. Let it ring.” Then he slipped his
fingers between Rush’s ass cheeks and probed his anus with two fingers.
“But it could be important,” Rush said. There was something about the way Lance
used his fingers that made Rush’s eyes roll back. “I have to see who it is. It could be my
aunt in Florida.” His mother’s huge old telephone didn’t have caller ID. It was on the
table next to the condoms. He reached for it while Lance was still probing his hole, and
said, “Hello?” “Have you seen
The New York Times
this morning?” Cody shouted into the phone.
“I almost fell over.”
Rush shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “No. We just woke up.” He looked at
Lance and shrugged his shoulders. “Lance and I are in the kitchen right now just having
coffee.” No need for Cody to know they were naked, and that Lance’s fingers were inside
his body.
“Well,” Cody said, “You’ve got to see the paper. There’s a photo of both you and
Lance standing in front of a car that has a fucking deer stuck in the grill.”
“You’re kidding,” Rush said. Cody’s voice sounded too urgent. His sentences ran
together and he didn’t even fully pronounce some words. Rush wondered if he’d been
taking stimulants. Roy had mentioned Cody was taking “things” to maintain his energy
level.
“There’s a whole article about how you and Lance saved the deer on Saturday
night,” Cody said.
Rush sat up and pulled the covers back. By that time Lance had removed his hand
from between Rush’s legs and he was lying there holding his erect penis in the palm of
his hand. “Here,” Rush said, “Say hello to Lance while I go out front and get the paper.
I’ve got to see this.” Then he handed the phone to Lance and said, “We’re in the
Times
this morning. I’m going outside to get it.” His mother had always subscribed to
The New
York Times
. She’d been a firm believer in reading newspapers.
Lance took the phone and covered the bottom half with his palm. “Can’t it wait
until later?” He looked between his legs and pointed to his erection with the phone. “I’m
really horny right now, and I don’t feel like talking on the phone.” Rush kissed him on the cheek and said, “It will only take a minute. I’ll be right
back. I’ll just put on your longer coat, step out the door, and get the paper.” Then he
stood up and left Lance with the phone in one hand and a cock in the other.
When he returned, he was holding the newspaper, wearing nothing but Lance’s
dark, three-quarter-length winter coat. He removed the coat and tossed it over the arm of
the wing chair. Then he sat down next to Lance again and opened the paper.
Lance said goodbye to Cody and handed the phone back to Rush.
Rush asked, “What page?”
“Four,” Cody said. “It’s right below an article about construction work on Fifth
Avenue.”
While Rush turned to page four, Lance got up on his knees and rubbed his
erection against the side of Rush’s face. When Rush looked up at him, Lance smiled and
nodded at his penis. Then he smacked it gently on Rush’s lips.
“What was that sound?” Cody asked. “Did you drop the phone?”
“No,” Rush said, trying hard to ignore the erection poking the side of his face.
“There must be something wrong with the connection.”
“Do you see the article?” Cody asked.
Rush looked down and saw their photo in the middle of the page. “Yes, I’m
looking at it right now.” It was the photo the vet had taken with his cell phone. Lance and
Cody were standing in front of the Jeep, and the little fawn was still trapped in the grill.
The headline read, “Two New York Attorneys Save Deer.” He tried to read the article
explaining the freak accident, how they’d saved the fawn, and where the fawn was recuperating now. But Lance had other ideas, and he didn’t seem at all interested in the
photo or the article.
When Rush opened his mouth to speak into the phone again, Lance shoved his
dick right into Rush’s mouth without any warning. For a moment, Rush closed his eyes
and sucked on the head. Lance was horny that morning. He already had pre-come and he
tasted great. So Rush sucked as much as he could, then pulled his head back. When
Lance’s dick popped out of his Rush’s mouth, there was a loud release of suction.
Cody heard the noise and shouted, “What was that? Are you still there? I heard
another weird noise.” He was speaking even faster now. Rush heard his heavy breaths.
Rush licked his lips and smiled at Lance. “I’m still here,” he said.
“What was that noise?” Cody asked.
“I’m sitting at the kitchen table,” Rush said. “I was drinking orange juice and I
almost spilled it.” Then he pointed at Lance and mouthed, “Be good.” Deep down, Rush
was the conservative type, with a New England upbringing he’d never be able to lose.
Sex was private; what happened between lovers was not discussed openly. And if Cody
even had the slightest idea that Rush was sucking Lance off while talking to Cody on the
phone, Rush would never have been able to look Cody in the eye again.
“It didn’t sound to me like you were drinking orange juice,” Cody said.
Rush started to say, “Ah well…” But when he opened his mouth and said, “Ah,”
Lance shoved his dick into his mouth again.
Rush closed his mouth and sighed, sucking more pre-come from Lance’s cock. He
wanted to push him away immediately, but Lance tasted so good he figured a few more
sucks couldn’t hurt. Cody continued talking. “Are you there? What happened? Did I lose you? I’m on
my cell phone. I might have lost the call.”
A few sucks after that, Rush pulled back again, making the suction noise. “I’m
still here,” he said, with the taste of Lance still on his tongue. Lance was standing over
him, slowly milking his penis within a half inch from his lips.
“I heard that noise again,” Cody said. “Were you drinking orange juice again?”
Lance rubbed a drop of pre-come on Rush’s bottom lip and smiled. Rush looked
into Lance’s eyes and said to Cody, “I think it’s the connection. I can barely hear you
now. I’m hearing all kinds of weird noises, too.” The only thing he wanted to do was put
Lance back into his mouth. “I’ll call you day after tomorrow when I get back to the city.
Thanks for calling about the article.”
“Okay,” Cody said, “I have to get moving anyway. I’m already late for rehearsal.”
When Rush switched off the phone, he reached for Lance’s dick and said, “That
wasn’t nice. I’d just die if Cody ever found out I was blowing you while I was on the
phone with him.” He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and pressed his thumb just
below the bottom of the head.
Lance put his hands on his hips and threw his pelvis forward. “Well, you’re not
on the phone anymore.” He stared down at his erection. “What are you going to do about
this?”
Rush smiled. He got up on his knees and kneeled between Lance’s slightly hairy
legs. He wet his lips and said, “I’ll show you what I’m going to do.” Then he wrapped his
lips around the head of Lance’s dick and slowly took it to the back of his mouth.
* * * * After Rush gave Lance a blow job that caused Lance’s legs to wobble with such
intensity he almost went down to his knees, they both went upstairs and took a long, hot
shower together. Lance pushed him against the shower wall, soaped his right hand, and
shoved two fingers inside Rush’s body. Lance said he wanted to thank him for the blow
job. Rush didn’t put up a fight.
By noon, they were downstairs in the kitchen and Rush was pouring coffee for
Lance. Lance was taking the afternoon train back to New York, and there wasn’t much
time for anything but coffee. Rush wanted to make omelets for brunch, but Lance said
he’d grab something at the train station from a machine.
When Rush sat down at the table, he smiled and said, “When I’m back in New
York this week, I’ll make you a real dinner in my apartment. Or we can do it in your loft
if you’d rather.”
Lance took a sip of coffee and smiled. Then he reached across the table and took
Rush’s hand. He looked into Rush’s eyes and said, “I wanted to tell you this earlier, but
we were having such a good time this weekend, I figured I’d wait until now.”
Rush was still smiling. “Tell me what?” When he saw the serious expression on
Lance’s face, his stomach tightened. It felt as if someone had tied a string around his
waist and they were pulling both ends as hard as they could.
“I won’t be in New York when you get back,” Lance said, “The firm is relocating
me temporarily to the Hollywood office. Bart thinks that because so many of my clients
are now on the West Coast, I’m better off there. But I’ll be back and forth to New York a
lot.” Rush pulled his hand back fast. “I see.” He stood up from the table and crossed to
the kitchen window. When he looked outside, he bit his bottom lip and forced his eyes to
remain dry. This was the last thing he’d expected to hear. He’d thought they were moving
forward in their relationship.
While he stared outside, Lance remained quiet. The only sounds in the room were
the hum and whiz inside the old refrigerator.
Lance finally stood up and went to the window. He stood behind Rush, wrapped
his arms around Rush’s waist, and said, “This only means we won’t see each other as
often. It doesn’t change the way we feel about each other.” He kissed the back of Rush’s
neck. “I’m sorry. I should have told you this earlier and we could have talked about it.”
Rush pressed his lips together. He took a deep breath through his nose, still
looking outside. He watched a squirrel jump from one branch to the other on his mother’s
favorite oak tree. Supposedly, the oak tree was even older than the house. The poor stupid
squirrel didn’t seem to know what it was doing or where it was going. It just darted back
and forth, jumping for the sake of jumping.
Lance kissed him again. “Are you okay?”
Rush smiled. His expression was blank and his voice was calm and even. “I
thought we were in love with each other. I thought the next step was for us to make plans
to live together as a couple. I guess I was wrong. I must have missed something.”
Lance pressed his hands against Rush’s waist and pulled him into his body. “We
are in love with each other. You haven’t missed anything. But you also know I’m not the