Chapter 16-Love Me Do
Thomas was puttering around his kitchen in a bemused state of mind, moving a bit slowly from the pain in his ass. He was making tea, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. They were, in fact, squarely with the man still slumbering in his bed. His neighbor, his grumpy pain-in-the-ass neighbor, had made love to him several times last night. The accountant never would have imagined this outcome when he’d set out to play some nasty practical jokes on said neighbor to make him move away. Everything had changed in these last few weeks.
Well, almost everything. There was a still a pain-in-the-ass involved, but it just happened to be HIS backside feeling it. Thomas laughed a little at this thought, even as he turned faintly pink at the same time at his own naughty musings. He measured tea leaves into a ball and set it in the kettle full of boiling water on his stove. It was early Sunday morning. He thought that he’d make Rob a big breakfast a bit later. The man needed nourishment to replace all of the energy that he’d used last night…
Lord, he was blushing again. He turned to fetch a mug down from the cupboard, stretching a little. Suddenly, he gasped and jumped. A pair of hands had settled on his narrow hips. “Morning, baby,” Rob purred in his ear. Lips kissed the back of his neck at the vulnerable nape, making him shiver. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes,” Thomas gasped. He had slept very well, in fact, after Rob had worn him out completely.
“Great,” the rocker licked at Thomas’s neck, his tongue tracing the bumps of the vertebrae under the skin. He was rewarded with a breathy moan, which made him grin faintly.
The accountant’s eyes widened a bit as he felt something hard pressing against his ass. Hands slid around the terry cloth of his practical robe. He moaned, shivering as one of the rocker’s hands came to rest on his groin. “Hmm, somebody’s got morning wood,” Rob noted slyly. “Can I take care of that for you, baby?”
Thomas was too incoherent to say yes or no, but he didn’t need to. Those insouciant hands found the belt of his robe and made quick work of it, then wormed their way into the loosening robe to grope lovingly at sensitive body parts. The accountant felt his knees threatening to buckle as his cock was grasped and gently stroked. “I have a fantasy,” Rob murmured hotly in his ear. “You wanna hear it?”
“Y-Yes,” Thomas choked, his hips beginning to move involuntarily.
A tongue traced his earlobe before the rocker went on: “I’ve always fantasized about making love with an adorable, sexy guy in his kitchen, having him bend over his own counter while I did him from behind. What do you think?” he growled, before nipping at the earlobe he’d already licked.
Thomas groaned and shook at Rob’s words, unable to reply verbally. He heard a chuckle before the robe was lifted from behind. Hands squeezed and kneaded his bare ass, making him yelp a little. “Still hurting a bit?” Rob asked in concern from behind him. “We can wait for another day for this, Thomas.”
The accountant tried to make his muzzy brain work. How kind Rob was, to think of his welfare above getting laid. But he wanted this just as much as his lover did. “Please,” he choked. “Don’t stop.”
Silence. Then the rocker laughed softly. “Okay. I’ll take this slow and easy, baby.”
He distinctly heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing, proving that the evil minded Rob had come into the kitchen prepared. But Thomas didn’t care, not at the moment. “Spread your legs, Thomas, and bend over with your hands on top of the counter,” the rocker directed him throatily.
He did as directed, shaking a bit with need and a touch of nervousness still. Hands opened his buttocks, and a slick finger slid inside of him. He moaned again, his head dropping down so that it was resting on one of his hands. “You’re so tight, baby, so sexy,” Rob said from behind him. “You feel so good. I can’t wait to get into you.”
Thomas made a low sound at this hot talk, his hips lifting a little as he offered himself instinctively to his lover. Now two fingers were exploring him, taking their time; and he bit at his lip a little to try to contain himself. But he couldn’t. A steady stream of sounds was drawn from his lungs by Rob’s clever fingers. There was some pain and discomfort, but he didn’t care about that at all. The only thing that mattered were the fingers rubbing and caressing his insides, and the voice saying dirty things to him.
Finally they withdrew, and a condom-clad cock began to ease into him instead. He gasped, squirming, because the pain was sharper now. Rob halted, his hands caressing his lover’s lower back and ass tenderly. “Relax, sweet one,” he murmured. “Just breathe.”
Thomas did as he was told, his muscles slowly losing their tension. It helped that the burning pain was slowly fading, to be replaced by that wonderful feeling of fullness once more. Rob read his signals correctly, sliding a bit more of himself inside. His hands stroked and caressed all the soft skin he could reach, as he looked down at where his body was slowly merging with Thomas’s. His lover gave forth a low sound, only a little pain in it. The rocker pushed forward a bit more, taking his time as he savored this most intimate of connections.
Finally, he had worked all of himself inside of the tight little body. Thomas was breathing swiftly, his body arching a bit. Rob caught at his hips and did a slow withdraw and an equally slow thrust, making his lover moan breathily. He rocked his hips, loving the sight of Thomas bent over for him like this. God, he was so damn sexy! It felt so good to just push himself into that tightness over and over again, taking his own sweet time and enjoying every moment. He pinched lightly at the skin of the perfect little ass he was thrusting into, and the accountant jumped and squealed a little. He grinned lustily, picking up his pace a bit.
Thomas’s hands were scrabbling at the countertop, and he was moaning loudly now. Rob stroked him long and deep, his hands clasping his lover’s narrow hips. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He stroked in one last time, his head flying back as he came with a shudder. Then he was standing, still buried in hot tightness, savoring aftershocks. Looking down with lidded eyes, he saw that Thomas still hadn’t come. His cock was standing fiercely between his legs. Rob withdrew reluctantly, never wanting to leave that perfect body. But he couldn’t let his lover suffer. He spun Thomas around, kneeling swiftly down as the accountant’s back rested against the countertop. Watching that flushed little face, Rob bent forward and engulfed the quivering organ between Thomas’ thighs.
A cry, and fingers buried themselves in his long hair. He sucked sweetly at the cock, nursing it. Thomas bucked his hips, driving more of himself into Rob’s mouth. Then he came with a last cry, slumping backward as pleasure coursed through him. His brown eyes were glazed when the rocker lifted his head. “Yummy, protein for breakfast,” Rob purred.
Thomas turned red when he realized what Rob was talking about. The rocker laughed as he stood back up. “Come on, baby, time for a shower,” he remarked. He drew the unresisting accountant from his kitchen and down the hallway. Showers, Rob felt, were one of the greatest inventions of man. Hot water to wash up in, and plenty of room for them to do things that would require them to wash up yet again afterward…
A squeal came over the phone, a sound so loud that Rob had to hold it out away from his war to save his hearing. “Way to go, Rob!” his sister yelled. “Your luck is holding as always,” she went on, her voice going down enough that he could comfortably put the receiver back to his ear. “Since you say that it was Thomas who initiated your first night together. Geez, if I had your luck I’d be playing the lottery every day.”
He grinned. “Hey, what can I say? I’m just that good,” he said with no false modestly.
She snorted. “Hah. Any way, you should bring him over to dinner sometime soon. I can’t wait to talk to him again. He seemed really nice.”
“He is,” Rob said with a faint insinuation in his voice.
“Eek, don’t tell me anymore. I’m happy that my baby brother got together with a really special guy, but I don’t need the details. It’s too weird.”
Rob chuckled. “I know what you mean. I’ll ask him about coming to dinner at your house. I’m sure he’ll say yes. I think he liked you too.”
“Awesome.” She paused, then said quietly. “Are you really serious about him, Rob? I hope so, because I’d hate to have to kick my own brother’s ass for taking advantage of someone like him.”
“I wouldn’t have dated him if I wasn’t serious,” the rocker assured her solemnly. “And I certainly wouldn’t have slept with him. He’s not the type of guy you just have a casual fling with. He’s a definite keeper.”
“That’s great,” she breathed in relief. “Anyway, have you told Ricky and Jack about him? I mean, they know that you’re bisexual in theory – but have you told them that you’re seriously dating another guy?”
“Not yet,” Rob said with a grimace. “It’s not because I’m ashamed of Thomas,” he went on hurriedly when he could heard a protest forming on the other end of the line, “If anything I’m keeping HIM away from THEM. Those two would be pretty overwhelming for Thomas – and besides, Ricky thinks he’s a serial killer.”
She laughed loudly. “He WHAT?!”
Rob grinned again. “He saw Thomas glaring at us over the hedge, and theorized that my oh-so-quiet next door neighbor was a serial killer who was gonna off me one of these days. He was right about Thomas hating me, although the man did things that were a lot more clever and benign than trying to kill me.”
“I see. So, you’re going to tell them eventually?”
“Definitely. For now, though, I’m just enjoying my time with him too much to share him. Except with Aretha. Do you know he actually petted her today? Scratched her ears a bit, which is all she’ll allow anyway. I have high hopes for him.”
Anne chuckled. “That’s good to hear. I’ll let you go now, little brother; just remember to ask Thomas about dinner.”
“I will. I’ll ask him tonight. Although,” he sighed in resignation, “We have a gig later on so I can’t spend all night with him like I’d like. Almost makes me want to give up on music and get a real job. Almost,” he said dryly.
“Laurie would love it if you did,” his sister noted. “Although she’s gonna spazz when she finds out you’re serious about another guy.”
“Yeah, I’ll probably tell her about us when we reach our tenth anniversary, if then,” Rob said with a sigh.
She laughed again. “I’ll tell her if you’re too big a chicken to do it,” Anne teased.
“I might take you up on that. Anyway I’ll talk to ya later, sis.”
“Right. Call me about dinner when you’ve talked to Thomas,” she hung up briskly, much as she did everything else.
Rob set the receiver down in its cradle and looked across his living room at his cat. Aretha was sitting on the couch licking at her white paws, a contemplative look on her face. She was probably bored, since the mice that Thomas had let loose in his house had all been annihilated by the furry wonder. “Maybe I’ll get you some more,” he said to her. “And keep ‘em in a cage. I could put them out one at a time for you to chase around the house.”
The cat blinked at him, pausing in her licking with her pink tongue half stuck out. He grinned at her. “All right, fuzz ball. I’m off to get a present for Thomas. I’ll get you a fuzzy ball with a bell in it to play with, okay?”
Aretha gave him a disdainful look and returned to her paws. The rocker jumped to his feet and headed for the door, his mind already on the gift he intended to get for his new lover.
Thomas pulled into his driveway, feeling great anticipation flow through him. He could see that Rob’s car was in his driveway, so the rocker must be home. He got out of his own car, locking the door behind him and walking toward his front door. He’d call Rob as soon as he got inside, and the other man would come over as he had for the last two nights and…
He knew that Rob had to go to work later, but until then they’d have all evening to be together. But as Thomas started to open his door, he jumped and yelped a bit as hands closed over his hips. “Hey, baby, nice to see you home,” Rob purred in his ear. “I’ve been keeping an eye out for you.”
Thomas turned in his hold to look up into his lover’s handsome face. “Good evening, Rob,” he said quietly.
The rocker snickered softly as he bent his head to kiss Thomas lightly on the lips. “You’re so cute, Thomas,” he remarked when he pulled back at last.
A faint blush stained the accountant’s cheeks as he looked around a bit to make sure that no one else in the neighborhood had seen the two of them kissing on his front step. “Would you like to come inside?” he asked.
“I’d love to do that,” Rob replied truthfully, the double entendre in his salacious words totally lost on his still rather naïve lover. “Hey, I’ve got something to tell you. I went by the clinic to get my results earlier this afternoon. And I am clean, baby,” he said, producing a sheaf of papers triumphantly. “Totally, one-hundred-per-cent clean. No STDs, no HIV, nothing. So I can definitely come inside,” he added with a leer.
Thomas’s face turned brick-red when he finally realized what Rob was talking about. Rob laughed and pushed him into the house. If he hadn’t, Thomas would probably have stood there lost in embarrassment for who knew how long. Instead, they’d be in the bedroom faster than the speed off light – if he had his way, that is. And in this matter, Rob definitely intended to have his own way.
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Thomas was puttering around his kitchen in a bemused state of mind, moving a bit slowly from the pain in his ass. He was making tea, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. They were, in fact, squarely with the man still slumbering in his bed. His neighbor, his grumpy pain-in-the-ass neighbor, had made love to him several times last night. The accountant never would have imagined this outcome when he’d set out to play some nasty practical jokes on said neighbor to make him move away. Everything had changed in these last few weeks.
Well, almost everything. There was a still a pain-in-the-ass involved, but it just happened to be HIS backside feeling it. Thomas laughed a little at this thought, even as he turned faintly pink at the same time at his own naughty musings. He measured tea leaves into a ball and set it in the kettle full of boiling water on his stove. It was early Sunday morning. He thought that he’d make Rob a big breakfast a bit later. The man needed nourishment to replace all of the energy that he’d used last night…
Lord, he was blushing again. He turned to fetch a mug down from the cupboard, stretching a little. Suddenly, he gasped and jumped. A pair of hands had settled on his narrow hips. “Morning, baby,” Rob purred in his ear. Lips kissed the back of his neck at the vulnerable nape, making him shiver. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes,” Thomas gasped. He had slept very well, in fact, after Rob had worn him out completely.
“Great,” the rocker licked at Thomas’s neck, his tongue tracing the bumps of the vertebrae under the skin. He was rewarded with a breathy moan, which made him grin faintly.
The accountant’s eyes widened a bit as he felt something hard pressing against his ass. Hands slid around the terry cloth of his practical robe. He moaned, shivering as one of the rocker’s hands came to rest on his groin. “Hmm, somebody’s got morning wood,” Rob noted slyly. “Can I take care of that for you, baby?”
Thomas was too incoherent to say yes or no, but he didn’t need to. Those insouciant hands found the belt of his robe and made quick work of it, then wormed their way into the loosening robe to grope lovingly at sensitive body parts. The accountant felt his knees threatening to buckle as his cock was grasped and gently stroked. “I have a fantasy,” Rob murmured hotly in his ear. “You wanna hear it?”
“Y-Yes,” Thomas choked, his hips beginning to move involuntarily.
A tongue traced his earlobe before the rocker went on: “I’ve always fantasized about making love with an adorable, sexy guy in his kitchen, having him bend over his own counter while I did him from behind. What do you think?” he growled, before nipping at the earlobe he’d already licked.
Thomas groaned and shook at Rob’s words, unable to reply verbally. He heard a chuckle before the robe was lifted from behind. Hands squeezed and kneaded his bare ass, making him yelp a little. “Still hurting a bit?” Rob asked in concern from behind him. “We can wait for another day for this, Thomas.”
The accountant tried to make his muzzy brain work. How kind Rob was, to think of his welfare above getting laid. But he wanted this just as much as his lover did. “Please,” he choked. “Don’t stop.”
Silence. Then the rocker laughed softly. “Okay. I’ll take this slow and easy, baby.”
He distinctly heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing, proving that the evil minded Rob had come into the kitchen prepared. But Thomas didn’t care, not at the moment. “Spread your legs, Thomas, and bend over with your hands on top of the counter,” the rocker directed him throatily.
He did as directed, shaking a bit with need and a touch of nervousness still. Hands opened his buttocks, and a slick finger slid inside of him. He moaned again, his head dropping down so that it was resting on one of his hands. “You’re so tight, baby, so sexy,” Rob said from behind him. “You feel so good. I can’t wait to get into you.”
Thomas made a low sound at this hot talk, his hips lifting a little as he offered himself instinctively to his lover. Now two fingers were exploring him, taking their time; and he bit at his lip a little to try to contain himself. But he couldn’t. A steady stream of sounds was drawn from his lungs by Rob’s clever fingers. There was some pain and discomfort, but he didn’t care about that at all. The only thing that mattered were the fingers rubbing and caressing his insides, and the voice saying dirty things to him.
Finally they withdrew, and a condom-clad cock began to ease into him instead. He gasped, squirming, because the pain was sharper now. Rob halted, his hands caressing his lover’s lower back and ass tenderly. “Relax, sweet one,” he murmured. “Just breathe.”
Thomas did as he was told, his muscles slowly losing their tension. It helped that the burning pain was slowly fading, to be replaced by that wonderful feeling of fullness once more. Rob read his signals correctly, sliding a bit more of himself inside. His hands stroked and caressed all the soft skin he could reach, as he looked down at where his body was slowly merging with Thomas’s. His lover gave forth a low sound, only a little pain in it. The rocker pushed forward a bit more, taking his time as he savored this most intimate of connections.
Finally, he had worked all of himself inside of the tight little body. Thomas was breathing swiftly, his body arching a bit. Rob caught at his hips and did a slow withdraw and an equally slow thrust, making his lover moan breathily. He rocked his hips, loving the sight of Thomas bent over for him like this. God, he was so damn sexy! It felt so good to just push himself into that tightness over and over again, taking his own sweet time and enjoying every moment. He pinched lightly at the skin of the perfect little ass he was thrusting into, and the accountant jumped and squealed a little. He grinned lustily, picking up his pace a bit.
Thomas’s hands were scrabbling at the countertop, and he was moaning loudly now. Rob stroked him long and deep, his hands clasping his lover’s narrow hips. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He stroked in one last time, his head flying back as he came with a shudder. Then he was standing, still buried in hot tightness, savoring aftershocks. Looking down with lidded eyes, he saw that Thomas still hadn’t come. His cock was standing fiercely between his legs. Rob withdrew reluctantly, never wanting to leave that perfect body. But he couldn’t let his lover suffer. He spun Thomas around, kneeling swiftly down as the accountant’s back rested against the countertop. Watching that flushed little face, Rob bent forward and engulfed the quivering organ between Thomas’ thighs.
A cry, and fingers buried themselves in his long hair. He sucked sweetly at the cock, nursing it. Thomas bucked his hips, driving more of himself into Rob’s mouth. Then he came with a last cry, slumping backward as pleasure coursed through him. His brown eyes were glazed when the rocker lifted his head. “Yummy, protein for breakfast,” Rob purred.
Thomas turned red when he realized what Rob was talking about. The rocker laughed as he stood back up. “Come on, baby, time for a shower,” he remarked. He drew the unresisting accountant from his kitchen and down the hallway. Showers, Rob felt, were one of the greatest inventions of man. Hot water to wash up in, and plenty of room for them to do things that would require them to wash up yet again afterward…
A squeal came over the phone, a sound so loud that Rob had to hold it out away from his war to save his hearing. “Way to go, Rob!” his sister yelled. “Your luck is holding as always,” she went on, her voice going down enough that he could comfortably put the receiver back to his ear. “Since you say that it was Thomas who initiated your first night together. Geez, if I had your luck I’d be playing the lottery every day.”
He grinned. “Hey, what can I say? I’m just that good,” he said with no false modestly.
She snorted. “Hah. Any way, you should bring him over to dinner sometime soon. I can’t wait to talk to him again. He seemed really nice.”
“He is,” Rob said with a faint insinuation in his voice.
“Eek, don’t tell me anymore. I’m happy that my baby brother got together with a really special guy, but I don’t need the details. It’s too weird.”
Rob chuckled. “I know what you mean. I’ll ask him about coming to dinner at your house. I’m sure he’ll say yes. I think he liked you too.”
“Awesome.” She paused, then said quietly. “Are you really serious about him, Rob? I hope so, because I’d hate to have to kick my own brother’s ass for taking advantage of someone like him.”
“I wouldn’t have dated him if I wasn’t serious,” the rocker assured her solemnly. “And I certainly wouldn’t have slept with him. He’s not the type of guy you just have a casual fling with. He’s a definite keeper.”
“That’s great,” she breathed in relief. “Anyway, have you told Ricky and Jack about him? I mean, they know that you’re bisexual in theory – but have you told them that you’re seriously dating another guy?”
“Not yet,” Rob said with a grimace. “It’s not because I’m ashamed of Thomas,” he went on hurriedly when he could heard a protest forming on the other end of the line, “If anything I’m keeping HIM away from THEM. Those two would be pretty overwhelming for Thomas – and besides, Ricky thinks he’s a serial killer.”
She laughed loudly. “He WHAT?!”
Rob grinned again. “He saw Thomas glaring at us over the hedge, and theorized that my oh-so-quiet next door neighbor was a serial killer who was gonna off me one of these days. He was right about Thomas hating me, although the man did things that were a lot more clever and benign than trying to kill me.”
“I see. So, you’re going to tell them eventually?”
“Definitely. For now, though, I’m just enjoying my time with him too much to share him. Except with Aretha. Do you know he actually petted her today? Scratched her ears a bit, which is all she’ll allow anyway. I have high hopes for him.”
Anne chuckled. “That’s good to hear. I’ll let you go now, little brother; just remember to ask Thomas about dinner.”
“I will. I’ll ask him tonight. Although,” he sighed in resignation, “We have a gig later on so I can’t spend all night with him like I’d like. Almost makes me want to give up on music and get a real job. Almost,” he said dryly.
“Laurie would love it if you did,” his sister noted. “Although she’s gonna spazz when she finds out you’re serious about another guy.”
“Yeah, I’ll probably tell her about us when we reach our tenth anniversary, if then,” Rob said with a sigh.
She laughed again. “I’ll tell her if you’re too big a chicken to do it,” Anne teased.
“I might take you up on that. Anyway I’ll talk to ya later, sis.”
“Right. Call me about dinner when you’ve talked to Thomas,” she hung up briskly, much as she did everything else.
Rob set the receiver down in its cradle and looked across his living room at his cat. Aretha was sitting on the couch licking at her white paws, a contemplative look on her face. She was probably bored, since the mice that Thomas had let loose in his house had all been annihilated by the furry wonder. “Maybe I’ll get you some more,” he said to her. “And keep ‘em in a cage. I could put them out one at a time for you to chase around the house.”
The cat blinked at him, pausing in her licking with her pink tongue half stuck out. He grinned at her. “All right, fuzz ball. I’m off to get a present for Thomas. I’ll get you a fuzzy ball with a bell in it to play with, okay?”
Aretha gave him a disdainful look and returned to her paws. The rocker jumped to his feet and headed for the door, his mind already on the gift he intended to get for his new lover.
Thomas pulled into his driveway, feeling great anticipation flow through him. He could see that Rob’s car was in his driveway, so the rocker must be home. He got out of his own car, locking the door behind him and walking toward his front door. He’d call Rob as soon as he got inside, and the other man would come over as he had for the last two nights and…
He knew that Rob had to go to work later, but until then they’d have all evening to be together. But as Thomas started to open his door, he jumped and yelped a bit as hands closed over his hips. “Hey, baby, nice to see you home,” Rob purred in his ear. “I’ve been keeping an eye out for you.”
Thomas turned in his hold to look up into his lover’s handsome face. “Good evening, Rob,” he said quietly.
The rocker snickered softly as he bent his head to kiss Thomas lightly on the lips. “You’re so cute, Thomas,” he remarked when he pulled back at last.
A faint blush stained the accountant’s cheeks as he looked around a bit to make sure that no one else in the neighborhood had seen the two of them kissing on his front step. “Would you like to come inside?” he asked.
“I’d love to do that,” Rob replied truthfully, the double entendre in his salacious words totally lost on his still rather naïve lover. “Hey, I’ve got something to tell you. I went by the clinic to get my results earlier this afternoon. And I am clean, baby,” he said, producing a sheaf of papers triumphantly. “Totally, one-hundred-per-cent clean. No STDs, no HIV, nothing. So I can definitely come inside,” he added with a leer.
Thomas’s face turned brick-red when he finally realized what Rob was talking about. Rob laughed and pushed him into the house. If he hadn’t, Thomas would probably have stood there lost in embarrassment for who knew how long. Instead, they’d be in the bedroom faster than the speed off light – if he had his way, that is. And in this matter, Rob definitely intended to have his own way.
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