- 18 It Was All So Weird
Gregory stared into his mother’s tear-filled eyes and then at the barely restrained rage in his father’s. He hadn’t wanted to go into the details of why he’d left Arnold or more correctly was rescued from his husband.
“Why didn’t you tell us, Gregory, why?”
“I was embarrassed. I thought I could deal with it on my own and I thought about leaving so many times.”
“You could’ve come home. We would’ve made room for you on the boat. It wouldn’t have been ideal, but you would’ve been safe.”
“I know, I know, but I’m a grown man I should’ve been able to handle this on my own.”
“Instead, Landon called in Bull,” his dad said.
The quietness and evenness of his dad’s voice made him squirm in his chair. If he could have disappeared at that moment, he would have. He watched as his mom reached out and took his dad’s hand.
“We’re not blaming you. That’s not our intention, but we didn’t raise you to take shit like that.”
Aside from Landon’s parents, and also Lucky’s, his parents were the most loving couple he knew. They’d rarely been apart a day since they’d started dating. Even thirty-seven years later, they took every opportunity to touch, to say I love you. That was always what he’d secretly wanted. That seemingly unattainable love and he hadn’t found that until—shit, he wouldn’t go there. It was too soon.
“Landon got concerned when he didn’t hear from me and took it upon himself to call Bull.”
“I’m glad he did.”
“Son, is Arnold still giving you problems?”
“Yes, he calls, comes by the office, sometimes I turn around at the store, and he’s there.”
“Have you told Bull?”
“Yes, but not everything. Bull can be a bit…volatile.”
His mother snorted and made him smile.
“That’s one word for it. He’s awful grumpy, honey.”
“One of his more charming qualities.”
“Must be—”
“Definitely love, those two have been dancing around each other for months,” Twitch piped up from his position at the sink.
“Don’t start, Twitch.”
“Yes, Dad.”
“Pain in the ass.”
“Don’t start sounding like Bull.”
“I’m not that cranky.”
“Thank fuck for that. One of our Dads has to be sensible.”
“I didn’t adopt y’all.”
“Oh, you so did, once you hooked up with the resident Papa Bear, you got kids. But just think about it, at least we’re potty trained, grown, and relatively self-sufficient.”
“I’m moving back to town,” he mumbled.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, skinny arms wrapped around his neck from behind. Twitch’s cute face buried against the side of his throat.
“No, please,” Twitch whined. “I don’t want to live in a broken home.”
He laughed, raised his arm and reached back to stroke Twitch’s silky hair. Twitch loved hugs and affection of any kind. The young man hadn’t had any of that growing up, so he noticed the Twirled and Brawler Crews gave it freely, he’d quickly followed suit.
“I wouldn’t leave you, I promise. Don’t you have an appointment with Trouble?”
“Shit, forgot, lip piercing day,” Twitch squealed and pulled away to bounce out of the room. The small man yelled an I love you.
“I like your new family.”
“I do too. Did y’all want to go into town? Psycho’s husband has this amazing bakery. He has a whole line of espresso pastries. The man is a genius.”
“That sounds great, just let me go grab my purse.”
His mother stood and exited the room, but his dad remained behind. His dad leaned forward to rest his arms on the table and nudged his mug out of the way.
“Son,” his dad sounded hesitant. “Listen, I ain’t gonna say I understand you dating a man older than me.”
“If you and Mom hadn’t started early, Bull wouldn’t be older.”
“Yeah, besides the damn point. I’m just saying it’s weird. I gotta say though, you seemed to have done good this time around. You know I made it no secret I didn’t like Arnold, and I’m not sorry to see you away from him. I just wished you had been honest with us. You shouldn’t have put up with that shit. I wanted you to have what Aggie and I have. It’s never been easy, but nothing worth having is.”
“I know that, and that’s what I wanted, but I felt trapped. I knew I shouldn’t have said yes and I did it anyway. But, Dad, Bull’s great. He treats me great. He’s amazing even if grumpy. It’s new. I really want this to work.”
“I can tell. You did good is all I’m saying.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I’m gonna go see if your mom is ready.”
“I’ll meet you at the truck.”
“Truck, son, no more foreign, high-priced vehicles, about damn time.”
“I prefer Bull’s bike, but he’s seen me drive and won’t teach me to ride.”
“Smart, smart man.”
He grinned at his dad’s smirk and waited until he was alone to relax into his chair.
His life changed so much since he’d walked into Brawlers and he couldn’t regret it, but if he could just get Arnold to sign the papers. He wanted to be free of the man. All he needed was to move on and make a life with his grumpy bear without the dark cloud of his ex threatening to ruin it. Soon, he just needed to figure out how.
# # #
Gregory chuckled to himself as he climbed into Bull’s big bed. He’d spent most of the day with his parents. They even planned to go to Brawlers the next night. He couldn’t wait to see his parents in their first gay bar experience, especially when it was Brawlers.
The rumble of motorcycles caused his smile to widen. Bull texted twenty minutes ago he was headed home. It was a couple type thing, but it wasn’t a new development. Rarely did he not receive a text throughout the evening. He hadn’t really thought much about it. The Crews had a tendency to keep in touch. Not much went on that they didn’t all know about. He’d quickly been added to the circle.
He hadn’t realized how much he loved it or maybe hadn’t wanted to admit it in case it turned out to be temporary.
He heard the door slam but not much other than that. The guys were quiet for once. The window-rattling music didn’t start as soon as one of them could get to the stereo system. He found it weird that they couldn’t handle quiet after being in a loud bar all night.
Heavy boots on hardwood sounded as Bull made his way up the steps. It had to be him since he and Bull were the only ones with rooms upstairs.
Suddenly he was nervous about what Bull would think about him being in his bed. They hadn’t discussed him being there when Bull got home.
“Glad I didn’t have to carry you from your bed.”
“Hello to you too.”
“Hey,” Bull rumbled.
Bull crossed the room to lean over him and kiss him. He wrinkled his nose at the stench of stale beer.
“Did you bathe in beer tonight?”
“Jealous boyfriend, a thrown drink and a broken bottle.”
“You okay?”
“I’m free of any new scars.”
“I don’t care about the scars, they’re sexy on you.” He brushed his lips across the one that slashed across Bull’s cheek. It was faded with age but still noticeable.
“I’m going to shower work off me and be right back.”
“Okay, did you need dinner?”
“Naw, Elijah brought in pizza on his way home earlier.”
He knew they had a small kitchen at Brawlers, but it went relatively unused unless Hunter threw in a collection of fried food in the deep fryer if people actually wanted it. Elijah mentioned getting in a regular cook. It seemed a waste when most ate before they came and were happy to just drink.
He received one more kiss and Bull headed out of the room toward the bathroom. He reached for his book to kill the time it took Bull to take his shower. He wasn’t really into the book and was just starting chapter three when Bull entered the room.
Bull had a towel tied low on his hips and was drying his hair with another. Damn, the man was sexy, and all his. He slowly set his book aside without taking his eyes off Bull.
Bull turned to look at him as he tossed the towel toward the hamper. He licked his lips and his stomach clenched at the look Bull was giving him. Bull slowly removed the cloth around his hips and dropped it to the floor. He eased off the bed and walked toward Bull, he slightly lifted onto his toes and raised his arms to drape them over Bull’s broad shoulders. Bull’s fingertips under his chin tilted his head back.
Bull’s full beard had teased his chin and lips before the big man lowered his mouth to his. The kiss was slow and gentle, but he sensed the retrained need in Bull to take control—to be rougher. He loved what they’d done the night before, but he wanted the man to lose control. Bull was terrified of hurting him, doing something that triggered his panic. Except for the first night, he met Bull and the day Bull moved him in, he had never once been afraid of Bull.
As their lips brushed together and they played a game of chase and retreat, he sighed, “Are you holding back with me?”
“No, yes, maybe a little,” Bull whispered in that sexy, gravelly tone of his.
When Bull was turned on or mad it got even deeper and rougher.
“Why? You promised never to touch me in anger, but I also know you and the guys have certain proclivities for rougher.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to be rough with you.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Is that what my boy wants?”
“You boy wants you not to hold back. I’m not breakable. And I’m definitely not broken, Bull.”
“Never thought you were.”
He believed Bull. Bull didn’t see him lacking in any way. He dropped to his knees, dragging his hands down Bull’s chest, and then wrapped them around Bull’s cock. The thickness still surprised him. His hand barely able to circle it. He lifted it, held it against Bull’s body and licked up the underside. Bull groaned and threaded his thick fingers in Gregory’s hair.
He looked up to catch Bull’ gaze as he flicked his tongue over the metal and traced the ring to where it disappeared into Bull’s slit. He parted his lips and opened his mouth wide and took the fat head of Bull’s dick into his mouth. Bull’s tangy flavor burst on his tongue, and he moaned as he slowly started to bob along the length. He loved the contrast between unyielding metal and soft, silky skin teasing his tongue and palette.
“That’s right, boy, you love sucking my cock, don’t ya?”
His only answer a whimper. He gagged a bit with the ring touched the back of his throat and retreated. The coarse hairs on Bull’s body added to his pleasure, his chest, hips, thighs, and ass. He loved Bull’s hairiness.
He froze as Bull grabbed his head with both hands and held him still, Bull fucked his mouth in quick, shallow thrusts. Bull growled each time he gagged. The spit teasing the corners of his mouth and sliding down his chin embarrassed him, yet Bull never took his eyes off him.
Bull’s cheeks were flushed, and his eyelids were heavy. He didn’t know what came over him as he slid the fingers of his right hand between Bull’s muscular ass and teased the tight, wrinkled skin of his hole.
“My boy wants to play.”
He gave a short, small nod and pushed the tip of one finger inside.
“Fuck, baby,” Bull rumbled, his stance widened.
He slowly worked the muscle but didn’t thrust deep, just teased Bull as he moved quickly along Bull’s length. The taste of Bull became stronger, and he retreated until he just sucked on the head, used his tongue to tug on the ring.
He was suddenly pulled to his feet by his hair. Bull’s mouth slammed down onto his and Bull’s tongue thrust deep and rough. Their groans mingled, and he followed Bull’s lead as the man walked him backward toward the bed. His head swam, and he pushed his hips back as Bull slid his big, rough hands under the cotton of his pajama bottoms and pushed them down his hips.
A protest skipped and stalled on his tongue as he was turned and forced to bend over. He looked back over his shoulder to find Bull intensely staring down at his ass.
“Are you ready,” Bull asked.
He opened his mouth to ask for what, but it ended in a yelp as Bull’s left hand connected with one cheek, then the other. A gentle stroke soothed the burning skin of his ass. Spankings weren’t something he’d ever considered erotic until that moment.
He whimpered and silently begged for more.
“Is that making my boy hard?” Bull asked, then Bull kicked his feet apart.
He tried to answer, but a rough hand pushed between his thighs and jacked his hard, aching dick. Each blow made him impossibly harder, and he’d come close to coming just from the spanking. Although the quick pumping of his cock made him dig his toes into the area rug he stood on.
Then it was gone.
The only thing left behind was the heat of his ass. He lowered his chin to his chest and took deep, even breaths. His cock hurt and leaked pre-come, the head angrily flushed.
“Why did you stop,” he breathlessly asked.
“You were enjoying it too much. Stay where you are, don’t move.”
Instead of making some smart remark, he obeyed. He lifted his head to track Bull’s every movement. To watch the play of muscle beneath his tanned skin. The flex of his ass. Bull moved as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Bull opened the drawer, and just like the time before, he removed a condom and slick.
Bull closed it and laid down on the bed, scooted to the middle.
The big man removed the pillows from beneath his head and stretched out flat.
“You’re going to crawl up here and straddle my head, I’m gonna eat that ass before I fuck it.”
His thighs shook as he slowly crept up the bed, once he was at the head of the bed he did as Bull asked. Bull’s hot breath fanned his hole. He couldn’t believe he was doing it. His face flushed. Bull’s hands cupped his ass and pulled apart his cheeks, he squeaked as Bull’s tongue pushed against him.
“Hands on the fucking wall.”
His palms flattened against the wall. He could feel the texture of brush strokes beneath the sensitive pads of his fingers and palms.
“Bull, please,” he begged.
He didn’t care how it made him sound, he wanted more. Without thought, he arched and rocked his hips, rode the probing tip of Bull’s tongue. He threw his head back and whined to the ceiling as Bull’s thumbs pulled at the sides of his hole, opened him further.
Bull groaned and rumbled against his skin. He put more of his weight on Bull’s face as he rode Bull’s tongue, felt the muscles give and let Bull fuck him deeper. Then Bull’s mouth disappeared and something broader and harder pushed inside.
He’d forgotten he’d left his dildo under the pillow. His cock began to soften. Fucking great, how em—every cognizant thought he had splintered as Bull’s sucked his cock into his mouth and matched the rhythm with the shallow thrust of his toy. He dug his nails into the paint, and it gave slightly beneath the pressure.
His pace increased as he fucked into Bull’s mouth and back onto the toy.
It was perfection and yet not enough. He jerked away, gently pulled the dildo from his ass and scooted down enough to wrap his hand around Bull. He didn’t care how or when, but the man was already covered in latex. He held the man’s dick as he pushed down passed the painful pop of the fat head.
He grabbed the bottle of slick with the other hand and squirted some in his palm, liberally coated Bull’s dick on each upward and downward movement until the ride was smooth.
He fucked himself onto Bull in a quick, brutal pace until the room was filled with only the sounds of skin slapping against sweaty skin. Growls and moans blended, his was higher while Bull’s dark and harsh. Bull’s hands stroked up his chest and pinched at his small, pebbled nipples, he arched his back into Bull’s touch.
He leaned forward as he lifted his hips and drove them back down, his cock slapping between his belly and Bull’s hairy one. His mouth hovered over Bull’s. They shared a kiss that was nothing but tongue and teeth—it held no finesse.
Sweat poured from his skin. Heat infused him from head to toe, the pleasure was pain. Bull’s hands made their way to his ass, and his fingers dug into his parted crease, slick fingers pushed in on either side of Bull’s cock.
His thighs and calves squeezed Bull’s hips as his body arched and froze, Bull took over. Bull’s hips lifted from the mattress, fucking his ass as hard and fast as possible as Bull pushed his fingers deeper with every thrust until he didn’t think he could take more. The hard, metal of Bull’s cock piercing tortured his prostate until his mouth fell open to scream, but nothing came out. The ecstasy rendering him silent.
Bull latched onto his bottom lip and held on tight as the man’s movements faltered.
“Fuck, baby,” Bull growled. “I’m not…”
He didn’t need to hear anything else, he jerked off in time with Bull’s thrusts. He slammed down onto Bull’s cock and painted Bull’s stomach with his cum. Bull splayed his hands on his lower back and ground their bodies together as Bull came. He sprawled on top of Bull and attempted to catch his breath. His muscles shook and twitched as he tried to get his brain working again.
His eyes closed tight as Bull slipped from him and let himself drift. He’d get up soon, not yet, but soon.