Jeremiah sat braced against the headboard of his bed. Bailey was sitting in his lap, impaled on his cock. The lawyer was slowly lifting and lowering himself, choked little sounds falling from his lips, as Jeremiah’s hands steadied him. His head went back, and a wavering moan broke from his lips. Jeremiah buried his face in the skin of his new lover’s sweating back, licking at it to taste the saltiness. His hands slid up from Bailey’s waist to his nipples, and began to twist them lightly. Bailey cried out and shuddered in his lap at this extra stimulation. “Oh, God!” he wailed, and Jeremiah felt the muscles gripping him tighten and begin to convulse as Bailey shot his seed all over his own belly and chest.
Jeremiah groaned and pushed upward, letting those muscles milk his own orgasm from him. Bailey had collapsed back against him, a near dead weight as he recovered from his own orgasm. Jeremiah held onto him and closed his eyes, savoring the stillness and the aftershocks of his pleasure.
“Wow, man. It just keeps getting better,” Bailey croaked after a minute or so of contented silence.
Jeremiah had to agree. Both his body and his mind were humming with contentment, and he felt better than he had in…well, ever! For the first time in his life, he didn’t feel like he was all alone in the world. Bailey was here with him, and now his head had come to rest back on Jeremiah’s shoulder so that he could grin up at him. “How about a shower and then we get some sleep?” Bailey asked him. “I’m kinda getting tired.”
He was as well. “You want to sleep here?” he asked.
A nod. “Is that okay?”
It was. He nodded. Bailey’s grin widened, and he lifted his head enough to give Jeremiah a light buss on the lips before he scrambled off the bed and began to pad toward the bathroom, still nude. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “You coming?” he asked wickedly. “We can wash each others’ backs.”
That sounds just fine to him. Jeremiah disposed of the used condom and got off the bed, heading for the bathroom. In the shower, they did, indeed, wash each others’ backs. Certain other parts of their anatomy also got squeaky clean, and it took over half an hour for them to finally crawl into bed together naked and twine together like plants growing toward the light…
Jeremiah awoke first the next morning. He turned his head, and there was Bailey’s Face right nest to his. The lawyer’s eyes were closed, and his breath was pulled in softly between his lush pink lips. His long lashes fluttered on his cheeks as he dreamed. One of his hands was resting on Jeremiah’s chest, clutching possessively.
He felt a surge of warmth. He’d never woken up like this before, with someone else in his bed cuddled up to him. His few sexual encounters had all been brief experiences, and the men never stayed the night. He didn’t realize what he’d been missing until now; this was the best morning that he could ever remember having in his entire life. In fact, he didn’t want to get out of bed. He wanted to stay here all day with Bailey, just like this, with the other man pressed warmly to his side.
He might have spent a long time just lying there watching Bailey sleep, except that his stomach began to grumble loudly. It reminded him that the two of them had burned a lot of calories last night, and that those needed to be replaced by eating. Reluctantly he disengaged Bailey’s hand from his chest, and eased out of bed. Pulling on a robe, he went into the bathroom to wash his hands and face. Then he went into the kitchen to make Bailey breakfast in bed, pancakes and bacon and wheat toast. Cooking for his new lover was almost as good as lying in bed with him. Almost.
He carried a full tray into the bedroom a half an hour later. Bailey was still sprawled out on his bed, sound asleep, soft little snores drawn from his lips. Jeremiah set the tray down on the bedspread and then sat down next to it, reaching out to run his hand down Bailey’s bare back. “Wake up, Bailey,” he urged the other man.
“Mmm,” Bailey moaned, stirring. But he still didn’t wake up.
Jeremiah gave him a little shake. “Wake up, please. I’ve made you breakfast.”
That got his attention. Sleepy brown eyes flickered open, and Bailey blinked at him. “Hmm? Jeremiah? Did you say something about breakfast?” He yawned.
“That’s right. I’ve brought you breakfast in bed,” he explained.
“Oh, man, that’s so sweet,” Bailey said, pushing himself up on his forearms and running a hand through his wild curls. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before. Thanks, Jeremiah,” and he leaned over to collect a morning kiss, seemingly not worried about morning breath.
“Sit up and eat,” Jeremiah commanded him, and the lawyer did so. He propped his naked form up against the headboard and looked the full tray over with anticipation. “Wow! Pancakes AND bacon! Yummy! I think I love you, Jeremiah!”
He felt a strange sensation in his abdomen at these laughing words, as Bailey picked up a fork and set to on the feast in front of him. He made appreciative noises as he ate, and insisted that Jeremiah eat bites off of his fork as well. While he normally would have thought about germs, he found on this occasion that he simply didn’t care. He liked being fed by Bailey, especially when the lawyer would follow up bites of pancake with sticky sweet, syrupy kisses. When the plate was finally empty, and they’d drunk the glass of orange juice as well, Bailey set down his fork and stretched his arms over his head. “I feel so spoiled,” he said happily. “I could get used to this.”
Jeremiah realized silently that he could get used to it, too. He liked making breakfast in bed for Bailey. The lawyer laughed and looked up at him. “What shall we do today, Jeremiah?” He asked. “Besides the obvious, I mean?” he added with a naughty wink.
He frowned a little. “What do you want to do?” he asked warily.
Bailey giggled. “Don’t look so worried. I thought we could go for a long drive, maybe have a picnic lunch. What do you think?”
He considered this idea. It was actually rather appealing. “As long as we don’t have to listen to the music you prefer on the radio all the way,” he said austerely.
Bailey laughed outright at him. “Okay, that’s a promise. We’ll do half and half,” he added. “We’ll listen to my music on the way out, and your
Classical yawn-fest on the way back. Deal?”
He nodded. That was fair. Bailey chuckled and pounced on him. “But before that,” he purred, pushing jeremiahs down on the bed and opening his robe to bare his body, “I need to finish eating my breakfast.”
An hour later, they were driving down a country road together. Bailey was singing softly along to the music on the radio, which was annoying Jeremiah. But he merely gritted his teeth and looked out at the scenery passing by, because he’d made the deal with Bailey that they’d listen to his music on the drive out to whatever picnic spot they chose. An occasional soft giggle told him that Bailey knew of his plight and was thoroughly amused by it, which annoyed him even more.
A hand settled on his thigh, squeezing lightly. “It’s pretty out here, isn’t it?” Bailey commented.
It was. On either side of the road, fields and farms were spread out like blankets. An occasional cow grazed in the fields, and once they saw a herd of goats. Little clusters of trees gathered thickly in some places. The sun was bright and the sky was very blue overhead. It was a beautiful day. “I love this time of year,” Bailey chirped. “Summer right around the corner, and everyone and everything is getting randy as they start procreating. Even surly librarians are coming out of their hibernation,” he added with a chuckle.
Jeremiah chose to ignore this little joke, which only made Bailey laugh harder. Finally, the lawyer pulled over on the side of the road near an open field that wasn’t fenced in. “We can eat lunch here,” he said happily.
Jeremiah got out of the car and opened the back door to pull out a wicker hamper that he’d bought at the store this morning when he was buying ingredients to pack a picnic lunch for them. Bailey jumped out of the driver’s side and retrieved a heavy blanket from his side, which they were going to spread on the ground and sit on while they ate. He hummed to himself merrily as they locked the car and walked into the filed together. He finally chose a spot on a little raised hillock, a place where they could see all around them for miles. He spread the blanket out on the grass and smoothed it, then plumped himself down on it and patted the spot beside him. “Come and sit down, Jeremiah,” he said.
The librarian set the hamper of food down and carefully sat down next to Bailey, sitting very upright. Bailey grinned at him and leaned over to kiss his lips. “You brought grapes, right?” he asked.
Jeremiah nodded, opening the hamper beside him and reaching in to pull out a bunch of red grapes. He handed these to Bailey, who took them with a grin and began to take them one-by-one off the stems. He held one up to Jeremiah’s lips. He opened his mouth and took in the plump, succulent fruit, and Bailey ate a grape himself before feeding jeremiahs another one. This went on for some time, and the fact that they said little to each other was actually fine by Jeremiah. He was enjoying the peaceful quiet, and the intermittent kisses that Bailey laid on his mouth between grapes.
Finally, the stem was empty. Bailey tossed it away into the grass and rubbed his hands together. “So, what did you make us for lunch?” he asked hopefully.
Jeremiah produced fat roast beef sandwiches, potato salad, coleslaw, two small bags of chips, and some cut up fruits and vegetables. He also pulled out several bottles of water and juice, so that Bailey could take his pick. The lawyer took a plate and gleefully began to gnosh on it, as though he hadn’t devoured a whole plate of bacon and pancakes only four hours ago. “Mmm, mm, this is good,” he crooned. “Though it would be better if I could feed it to you,” he went on with a wink for Jeremiah.
The librarian slowly ate his own food, watching Bailey snarf up everything on his plate like a vacuum cleaner. His lover just looked so young, alive, and energetic - once again he wondered, distantly, why someone like Bailey was so interested in someone like him. Although he wasn’t sure that he really cared, as long as Bailey actually WAS interested in him. Whatever drew the sprightly young lawyer to him, he hoped that the madness continued to have a hold on Bailey for a long time to come…