They barely made it through the door of Miles’ house when Farley jumped on him. He kissed Miles ferociously, his hands going everywhere in impudent forays of the terrain. Miles groaned and grabbed the tight ass encased in close-fitted cotton, kneading it harshly as he sucked on Farley’s tongue. The blonde mewled and fell to his knees. “Mmm, I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he said hungrily as he went to work on the front of the trousers that Miles was wearing. “Even at your parents’ house. Is that wrong, Miles?” he asked, looking up through his lashes at the newscaster with a quasi-innocent expression on his face.
Miles groaned, and Farley smiled wickedly as he freed the stone-hard cock from its confines and began to bend his head. “Somebody’s kinky,” he murmured, his hot breath making the cock in his hand twitch wildly. “You liked the thought of me blowing you at your parents’ house, didn’t you, Miles? You sick, twisted creature. That’s why I like you so much,” he added, just before his little pink mouth was ‘otherwise occupied’ , and he couldn’t speak anymore.
Miles grabbed a hold of the blonde curls in a tight grip, hanging on for dear life as the wicked little weatherman began to work him over. He spread his legs and gave in to the pleasure, and if it was enhanced by naughty images of him and Farley doing this in very, very inappropriate places…well, that made it even better.
Miles sat back in his chair and frowned at his lover across the table. Farley was squirming with excitement, like a little kid on a sugar high. That wasn’t what was annoying Miles, however. It was the REASON that Farley was so excited. They were currently waiting for the weatherman’s friend David to appear. Farley had invited him a bit earlier than he had Mel, so that Miles could get to know his friend a little before Farley introduced him to Miles’ sister. Despite the fact that his boyfriend had assured him several times that his friend was a nice guy who he’d really like, Miles was still feeling wary. He didn’t want his sister set up with someone who wasn’t good enough for her. He was overprotective of Melanie; he always had been. He had Big Brother Syndrome, or at least that’s what Melanie always said when she was teasing him about it.
“Ooh, there he is! David!” Farley squealed, jumping up and waving. Miles’ frown deepened.
“Sit down, Farley!” he snapped at the blonde.
Farley plopped down in his seat and threw Miles a concerned look. “What’s the matter, Miles? Why are you so grumpy?” he asked worriedly.
He opened his mouth to deny being grumpy, but at that moment a man walked up to their table. His pleasant face was wreathed in smiles. “Farley!” he said, holding out his hand. “It’s good to see you again!”
Farley leapt back to his feet and seized the hand in a tight grip. “David! Hello! I’m so glad to see you again too!” he cried enthusiastically. “I’ve been so busy lately - and you have too - that we just haven’t had time to get together. I’ve missed you.”
“Me, too,” the man said, his eyes going to Miles. “Err...”
“Oh, David, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend Miles Henning,” Farley said, beaming at them both as he made introductions. “Miles, this is my good friend David Cook.”
Miles rose to his feet and held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, David,” he said politely.
The other man smiled as he took Miles’ hand. “Yeah, same here. Farley talked so much about you on the phone that I feel like I know you. He couldn’t stop talking about you, in fact. I’ve never heard him talk about another guy like that before.”
Miles glanced at his boyfriend, who gave him a sunny, beatific smile. “That’s because I’ve never felt this way about another guy before, David,” he replied simply to his friend’s comment.
Miles didn’t know what to say to this statement, which made him a little uncomfortable. David chuckled. “Good to see you finally in love, Farley,” he teased his friend gently. “You were always such a player in college. A new guy every night. Guess you decided to settle down, eh?”
“Yes,” Farley replied merrily, waving David to an empty seat beside him. “The moment I saw Miles,” he added with a twinkle in his blue eyes.
Miles sat down, still not sure whether he liked this conversation or not. He wasn’t one to trumpet his feelings to all and sundry, although it didn’t surprise him that Farley WAS. The man had always been incredibly outgoing and flamboyant. He wore his heart on his sleeve. Although…was that such a bad thing? He supposed that it wasn’t. It just wasn’t him, that was all. Which was fine, since Farley clearly liked their differences(and him, for just who he was) and didn’t expect Miles to be like him.
“So how are things going for you?” Farley was asking his friend.
“Oh, fine. The job’s just about the same as ever. Not as exciting as you’d think, tracking tornadoes and hurricanes and that sort of thing,” he added for Miles’ benefit. “It can be pretty boring sometimes, actually. Farley’s the one with the exciting job. Sometimes I think that I should have become a weatherman on TV, too. Except that I don’t have a television sort of personality,” he went on with a rueful shrug of his shoulders.
“Hey, that’s not true! I think you’d do fine on TV, David,” Farley said stoutly. “Don’t you think so, Miles?” he asked, turning to his boyfriend.
“I think that if Farley can do it, just about anyone could,” Miles said dryly.
“Miles!” Farley protested, as David’s lips twitched slightly. “You think that I’m a great weatherman, and you know it,” the blonde went on, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Now tell me different,” he said defiantly.
Miles sighed. “I’ll be the first to admit that you’re an excellent weatherman, Farley,” he admitted. “If only you weren’t so…well…colorful…”
Farley giggled as David looked from his friend’s face to Miles’ doubtfully. “Miles hates the fact that I wear costumes on air and flirt with him,” he explained in a mock-whisper to David. “It drives him nuts. But being the sweetie that he is, he puts up with it anyway.”
“I see,” David said, his lips trembling on a smile. “I’m starting to see why you two are a couple, Farley.”
Miles’ brows drew together in confusion as Farley grinned at his friend. “I told you, didn’t I? Anyway, I hope you don’t mind, David. We invited Miles’ sister Melanie to eat lunch with us too. She should be along any minute.”
David shook his head. “No, of course I don’t mind. This’ll be the closest thing to a date with a woman that I’ll have had in over a year. Which is a pathetic thing to say…” his shoulders lifted in a helpless shrug. “But what can you do?”
Farley patted his arm comfortingly. “Well, I know that you didn’t want to date for awhile after you broke up with Rebecca,” he remarked.
David grimaced. “Yes. But we just didn’t want the same things. Her career came first, and I came a distant second. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a career woman. But I’d like a girlfriend who also wants a personal life and maybe a family someday. Rebecca didn’t. She liked having me on her arm at company events, but that was about it. Everything else was just her putting up with the things that I wanted, not her being happy about it. I can’t believe that I put up with it for so long. Hindsight is 20/20, as they say,” he added with a rueful smile.
“Well, she just wasn’t right for you,” Farley said soothingly. “But you loved her, so you tried to make it work.”
“That’s true. You always know just what to say to make me feel better, Farley,” David said. He glanced at Miles. “One of his better qualities, wouldn’t you say?”
He nodded. “Yes,” he agreed simply.
Farley blew him an air kiss across the table. Then his blue eyes lit up, and he waved his hand in the air. “Here comes Melanie,” he told Miles eagerly.
He turned in his seat to see his sister walking toward their table. Her smile was easy and welcoming, and when he glanced back over his shoulder he saw that David was staring at his sister with the look of a man who had just been hit in the face with a jackhammer. He grimaced faintly as his sister approached their table. “Hi, guys!” she said cheerfully.
“Hello, Mel! I hope you don’t mind, but a friend of mine is eating lunch with us. David, this is Melanie Henning. Mel, this is my friend David Cook.”
“Hello,” Melanie said, taking the hand of the man who’d risen to his feet but hadn’t as yet said anything, “So you’re a friend of Farley’s?”
“Uhh…yes,” David said, pulling himself together enough to answer coherently, “We met in college.”
“Ah. What was he like in college?” Melanie asked, shooting Farley a laughing glance. He pulled a face at her, making her laugh outright. David swallowed visibly, his eyes riveted to her face.
“Err…he was just the same as he is now,” David said rather hoarsely, “Except for the fact that he never went out with the same guy twice. We had an endless procession of strange guys through our dorm room. I never did catch most of their names.”
“Neither did I,” Farley said merrily, making Miles scowl at him. “What? That’s what college is for, Miles,” he said with a wink at his boyfriend. “Besides, I got it all out of my system then, so now I can be a one-man guy. As that one man, doesn’t that make you happy?”
He had to grudgingly admit that it did. Seeing his expression, Melanie laughed as she took a seat next to him. David sat down as well, his fingers toying with his glass of water nervously. Melanie patted her brother on the shoulder. “Oh, Miles, relax,” she said. “I’m sure that Farley was never serious about any of those guys because he was waiting for you to come along. Right, Farley?”
“Totally, Mel,” Farley replied gaily.
Miles refrained from rolling his eyes with an effort, and his sister laughed at him as she nudged him with her elbow. But she looked across the table at the still silent David, her look full of curiosity. “So tell me about yourself, David,” she said. “I’m interested to know what kind of guy Farley would pick as a friend. Are you gay?”
“No!” he cried, then turned rather red as he realized how loud his denial had been. Farley snickered, while Miles rubbed at his forehead with two fingers. “No, I’m not,” David went on hurriedly in a more modulated tone of voice.
“Oh, really? I’m surprised that Farley would have a straight guy friend,” Melanie remarked, shooting Farley a teasing glance. “Or that there’s a straight guy confident enough to BE Farley’s friend, what with him being so…ummm…”
“Gay?” Farley chirped, grinning.
Melanie snorted. “Yes, very, very gay. It takes a lot of confidence for a straight guy to be friends with such a very gay guy. That’s pretty cool, David,” she remarked, giving him an approving look.
He cleared his throat, his fingers spasming a little on the tabletop. “Uh, thank you,” he said hoarsely. “But…it wasn’t that hard. Because Farley might be very gay, but he’s also a really sweet guy.”
“He definitely is. He’s even managed to sweeten up my brother,” Melanie agreed, laughing. “Which I wasn’t sure was possible,” she added, shooting Miles an amused glance.
“Miles is really sweet, too,” Farley said, defending his boyfriend.
“Yes, he has a sweet center somewhere,” Melanie agreed, giggling. “And if anybody can find it, it’s you, Farley.”
Miles scowled, annoyed that she was talking about him as though he weren’t there. “Are you done?” he growled, eyeing her.
She grinned cheekily. “For now, yes,” she replied. “We can talk about something else now.”
“Oh, thank you,” Miles said.
“You’re welcome,” she winked at him, then turned back to Farley and David. “This is great.” she added. “Eating a nice lunch will clear the dregs of ’test anxiety’ out of my head.”
“Was it a bad one?” Farley asked, commiserating.
She grimaced. “Yeah. I’m so glad that I’m in my last year. Finally!”
“What are you going to college for?” David asked curiously, his eyes on her face.
“Psychiatry. I’ll either be certified - or certifiable - come this time next year,” Melanie explained, laughing. “I guess I decided to get into it because I thought I could help my brother,” he went on slyly, with a sideways glance at Miles. “He has SO many problems, after all…”
“The biggest two are sitting here at the table with me,” Miles remarked dryly.
Farley giggled helplessly as Melanie pretended to be hurt by his comment. “What a thing to say about your only sister! And your boyfriend, for that matter,” she chided him. “You see what I mean?” she said to David.
He nodded, his lips twitching. “What are your plans after you graduate?” he asked her.
“Oh, I want to work with troubled children. Which still applies to my brother,” she said, elbowing Miles again. “I’ve always liked kids,” she added. “It’ll be good to be able to help them if I can.”
David had an expression on his face that made Miles sigh internally. The man was staring at his sister like he’d just caught a glimpse of a goddess just descended down from Olympus. And Mel, while not smitten with him yet, obviously liked him. He glanced at Farley’s face, seeing the look of smug satisfaction the blonde was wearing. Miles gritted his teeth together, but said nothing. As long as David didn’t hurt his sister, he wouldn’t try to interfere. Not that he could, anyway; Mel did what she wanted to, just like Farley. Maybe that was a good thing, but it still tended to drive him crazy sometimes…
“Listen, guys, this has been great. But I’ve got to run,” Melanie said as she consulted her watch. “I’ve got an afternoon class that I can’t afford to miss. Farley, Miles; I’ll see you both later. David, it was great to meet you,” she smiled at David as she pushed back her chair and rose to her feet.
“Wait!” David was on his feet as well, and she paused at his outburst. “Errr…I was wondering…if you’d like to go out to dinner with me sometime this week!” he blurted out, nervously.
Mel blinked. David’s face was a picture of trepidation when she didn’t answer right away, and then she said slowly: “I’m afraid that I can’t do that.”
“Oh. Sure. I guess I understand,” he said, visibly wilting. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you…”
Mel snorted in faint exasperation as Farley wrung his hands together and Miles tried hard not to roll his eyes. “No,” she said. “I meant that can’t go out with you this week because I’m neck deep in writing a very important thesis paper. How about sometime next week? Would Tuesday be okay with you?” she pulled out her smart phone and consulted it, as David’s mouth dropped open and he struggled to pull himself together.
“Yes! Yes, Tuesday’s fine. It’s great. Really great,” he babbled, then turned a little red in embarrassment.
“Okay. Here’s my number,” she scribbled a phone number on a small slip of paper from her purse and handed it to him. “Call me Monday anytime after five and we’ll make plans. I’ll talk to you then, David. Sorry, but I really have to go!” and she breezed off with a last wave of her hand for all of them.
Farley was beaming at his friend, who had sunk down into his chair again And was staring at the slip of paper in his hand as though he’d discovered the Holy Grail. “That’s great, David,” Farley crowed. “It’s wonderful that you’re going to go on a date with Mel!”
“Yeah,” he said in a shaky voice. “It really is.”
Farley turned to his boyfriend excitedly. “Isn’t it wonderful that she said ‘yes’, Miles?” he asked happily.
“Yes, it’s ‘wonderful’,” Miles drawled, his voice dry.
Farley made a face at him. “Don’t be such a grouch, Miles,” he chided.
David looked at him uncertainly. “It is okay that I’m going out with your sister, isn’t it, Miles?” he asked in a worried tone of voice.
Miles shrugged. “It doesn’t matter whether it’s okay with me or not, David,” he remarked. “Mel does exactly what she wants, and always has. Besides, you’re definitely not the worst guy who could have asked her out.”
David still looked uncertain, but Farley giggled and patted his shoulder. “What Miles is trying to say in his trademark grouchy way,” he said merrily, “Is that he doesn’t disapprove of you at all for his sister, but he’s not going to admit that aloud. Don’t mind him, David; he’s always like this. If he’d really hated you you’d definitely know it.”
“Oh,” his friend replied. “Ummm…”
“Don’t worry about it. Just concentrate on your date with Mel. Where are you going to take her?” they got into a discussion about restaurants, and
Miles sighed to himself and sipped at his glass of wine. He was staying out of this particular conversation entirely. Let Farley play matchmaker; Miles had never had the urge to be a yenta…
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