Chapter Five

JOEL KNEW exactly where he was when he woke up in the morning. He knew Ian’s smell, he knew the feel of the arms around his shoulders, and he had a good guess as to what that thing was poking him in the ass-cheek.

He shivered and swallowed a little, and then he scuttled quickly out of bed.

“Where you going?” Ian asked sleepily.

“Gotta brush my teeth, Ee,” he muttered. “My breath smells like—”

“Monkey ass?” Ian supplied, pushing up on one arm, and Joel turned around and went in for quick peck on the lips before pulling back.

“That monkey, he gets around,” Joel quipped against Ian’s mouth. “I’ll be back in a sec,” and then he trotted off.

When he got back, Ian was scrambling back into bed, a little bit of toothpaste on the corner of his mouth, and Joel grinned.

“Ian, do you think people who’ve been married for a couple of years kiss with morning breath?”

Ian blinked. “I dunno. Maybe we’ll find out, you think?”

Joel moved in closer, so all he could see were those spring blue eyes. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” But then Ian kissed him, and Joel was suddenly in Ian-land: there was no future, there was only the now.

Ian took charge again. Joel had two brain cells, maybe, to be amused that Ian could be in charge in the bedroom when he couldn’t organize his own sock drawer—and then his sweats were down around his ankles again, and Ian’s mouth was on his cock.

“Ahhh… Christo, pappi, you good at that!” Joel groaned, and Ian grinned at him from his position at Joel’s groin. Then, very deliberately so Joel could see him, he stuck a finger in his mouth and pulled it out, slick with spit. He took that finger and traced it down the underside of Joel’s erection, down, between his darkly furred balls, to the ticklish space underneath. Joel knew where he was heading, and he gasped as Ian stroked his taint and gasped again when that finger teased his entrance, circled… tested… invaded….

Then Ian’s mouth was on him again, and Joel came so hard his vision blacked behind his eyes.

Ian chuckled around him, the vibrations getting him to being hard again, and then he swallowed and pulled back. “You keep coming like that, I’m not ever going to get to fuck you proper.”

Joel blushed and found he was stammering. “I… honestly, Ee… I don’t think it’ll fit.”

Ian laughed again, his mouth open, his slightly crooked teeth flashing in a clean smile, and then he moved sinuously against the bed. Joel realized that his new lover had gotten him off twice and not gotten off himself at all.

“You want to see it?” Ian asked ingenuously. “You get to know it for a bit, maybe it won’t be such a bugaboo, you think?”

Joel’s mouth went dry, and his cock, which was still wet and semi-hard in Ian’s hand, got a little harder. “I think,” he rasped.

Ian reached down one hand and wriggled right out of his briefs, and then he swung his hips up over the bed and crooked one leg up over Joel’s head. Joel found himself face-to-face with the most tender part of Ian’s body.

He swallowed. It was amazing. Tentatively he ran his palm from the curly blond hair at the base to the flared head the tip, and then he wrapped his hand more firmly around it and pumped.

Ian gasped, his breath tickling Joel’s own erection and making it just that much harder. “You can be a little rougher there, brother,” Ian breathed. “That thing won’t bite!”

Joel laughed and stuck out his tongue to taste Ian’s pre-come. “Yeah, Ee, but it sure does drool!”

Ian sucked in a hard breath, and Joel tried his tongue again and licked that broad head firmly, and then under the crown, and then, fascinated by the way Ian’s body jumped and throbbed in his palm, he opened his mouth and engulfed the thing, stroking his hand down to the base and pushing his mouth to his hand. Ian groaned and pulled Joel into his mouth, and Joel sucked harder because, well, because, oh God, it just felt so good!

He focused for a minute, not wanting to come again, not before Ian, and began to pay attention to details. Like the way Ian grunted when Joel touched his blond, furry testicles. He took his other hand and massaged them. He heard Ian’s gasp when his lips brushed the sensitive little harp string on the underside of the purpling head, so Joel tried, very gingerly, to brush that with his teeth.

Ian pulled back then and started to beg. “Not yet, mate, want to be inside you.”

Joel made a negative sound in his throat. He didn’t want to give this up. He loved the taste and the power and the noises Ian made when Joel pleased him.

There Ian’s fingers joined Joel’s cock inside Ian’s mouth, getting them slick at the same time they slid around the sensitive head. Those wet, slick fingers slid down, to Joel’s backside, and then—

“Gaaaahhh! Ian!”

Ian’s reply was garbled, and then those fingers moved again and stretched, and Joel found his mouth was slack and open and Ian’s cock was bobbing lightly on his cheek as he tried not to blow his wad with his mind.

Ian took advantage of Joel’s complete submission, and in a moment Joel found he was on all fours and Ian, the bastard, was using his strength and his height to haul his ass in the air, and then, oh God, was that his tongue?

Joel whimpered into the sheets and concentrated on his breathing because it felt soooo good. “Jesus, Ian… it… wait… condoms….”

Ian was suddenly over his back, nibbling his neck and his ear, and Joel turned his head to meet his kiss, which was musky and spicy and not like monkey ass at all. Ian pulled away and murmured, “I got tested again this week. I’m clean. You?”

Joel had gotten tested after his last girlfriend, who had been a skank ho, and he might tell Ian that story later, but right now, “I’m clean,” he gasped.

Ian reached over his shoulder now and fumbled at the nightstand and came up with a little bottle. There was a click and then— “S’cold!” Joel shivered, and then Ian was using his two thumbs to stretch and pull and stretch some more, and Joel was dimly aware that he was gibbering into the sheets again.

“God, please, Jesus, Ian, fuck me!”

One of Ian’s arms came around Joel’s chest to pull him up, and Ian’s other hand disappeared. Joel was stretched again, and he whimpered in pleasure, and then Ian slid home, and Joel swore again. “Fuck me, Ian, oh God, please!”

“If… I… must….” And then his hips started pumping, and Joel lost all words, all coherent thought. Ian’s hand came around to his cock, and he damned near lost consciousness. He came, spattering up his stomach and on the sheets, and then Ian grabbed his hips and both hands and thrust and thrust and thrust.

“Gaaaaaaaawwwwd,” Ian swore, and his hips jerked against Joel’s even as Joel fell forward.

They stayed there for a moment, face down, Ian’s body still spasming. Joel thought he could probably stay there and feel Ian’s pleasure forever.

“Ian?” he murmured, and Ian grunted, “Am I crushing you?”

“I’m good, Ee.”

“You’re awesome, mate.”

Joel laughed, but not hard because he really couldn’t breathe that deep, and Ian put a long-fingered hand over Joel’s shorter, blunter one as it clenched the sheets.

“I really love you, you know?” Joel gasped, because, dammit, the guy was heavy.

Ian kissed the back of his neck, and his ear, and he shifted so he could kiss down Joel’s jawline. The shift pulled him out, and Joel closed his eyes and savored the feel of Ian’s spend trickling down the inside of his thigh.

“I love you too.”

Joel closed his eyes. “Good, pappi. That’s good.”

“SO YOU got tested this week?” Joel asked later, when they were both dressed and in the kitchen. Joel had put Ian to work spreading the piecrusts in the tins, and he was fixing the pumpkin pie filling over the stove. He was planning on pecan, too, having gotten the recipe from his mom before he left, but he was a little nervous about that one because he’d never made it before.

“Yeah,” Ian muttered, and Joel gave him a glance and then laughed as Ian blushed.

“What?” Joel gave the filling a final stir and then moved up to wrap his arms around Ian’s waist and rub his cheek on his back. “No, you can’t get all embarrassed and not tell me!”

“I hoped,” Ian mumbled, paying scrupulous attention to ready-made piecrust. “I wasn’t sure, but, you were so close. I just hoped that maybe someday, and even if it didn’t happen you….”

“What?” Joel asked softly. He had to move in a minute to stir the pie filling again, and they had lots of work to do if they were going to have dinner ready the next day, but this was worth hearing.

Ian stopped and looked Joel in the eyes, smiling a little at their closeness. “You cared for me, Joel. Even if we were never lovers, you cared for me. It made it seem worthwhile, you know? To care for myself.” Ian grinned. “Now go stir that. You’re dying to, I can tell!”

“Oh, fine,” Joel murmured. “If I must.”