CHAPTER NINETEEN

 

 

NEW LAND speed records were set in his race up PCH to north Laguna and the townhouse by the sea. In the garage, Shaz seemed to have recovered, because he piled out of the Jag with no help from Billy. Billy punched the garage door button, crawled out of the car, and followed Shaz into the kitchen of his house.

Billy stopped inside the door. “Wow.” The kitchen gleamed with every high-end gourmet appliance. A six-burner Viking range, a huge built-in refrigerator, and what looked like an appliance garage. Man, he’d like an appliance garage.

Shaz opened the fridge. “Don’t be too impressed. It’s all mostly for show to clients. I don’t cook a lot.” He waved a hand at the refrigerator contents, which seemed to consist largely of bottles of champagne. Shaz pulled one out and began to remove the foil. The cork popped. “Let’s celebrate, okay?”

Billy leaned against the counter. “What are we celebrating?”

“My release from the tower.” He poured champagne into two tall, slim glasses and extended one to Billy. “To the return of knights.”

Billy took the glass but shook his head. “That’s a lot to live up to.”

Shaz stepped closer and clinked their glasses. “You don’t have to live up to anything, darling. You just are it. Nothing I could do would change that.” Shaz sipped the golden liquid, then stretched up, slipped his other hand behind Billy’s neck, and went in for a kiss that tasted like champagne and Shaz.

Billy grinned under Shaz’s lips.

“What?”

“Back in the car, I was thinking how much I love the feel of stubble on your chin when we kiss.”

Shaz raised an eyebrow. “Well, that means two things. First, that I didn’t shave close enough. And second, that you really are gay.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too. I told my sister.”

“Rhonda?”

“No, Teresa. She’s my best friend.”

“I’ll have to get to know her better.”

God, he loved the sound of that. “How are you going to explain me to your friends?”

“First of all, Shaz never explains! And truly, the only thing I would ever have to explain is how I got such a gorgeous guy interested in me.” He grinned. “Of course, I will be dressing you from now on.”

Billy stared into his champagne. “I figured if I didn’t have you, I didn’t have anything to dress up for.”

“From here on out, we’re both going to shine.”

Billy leaned down and captured Shaz’s mouth again. He’d never get enough. He let his lips slide back and forth against Shaz’s. So soft and sweet. Shaz moaned and sucked on Billy’s lower lip. Zap. Instant hard-on. He pulled back. “Wow.”

“How about we go to bed and don’t quit fucking until sometime day after tomorrow?”

“That sounds very good. But the boys. I need to go home and feed them.”

“Hmm. Okay, here’s the plan. How about a fast, hard fuck, then we’ll go to your place, get the boys with all of their paraphernalia, and see how they like Chateau Shaz.”

“Really? They’ll get fur all over.”

“I love real fur—as long as it’s on four feet.”

“I’m still back on the fast, hard fuck.” Billy grinned.

Shaz set down his glass. “Race you.” He took off like a rabbit out of the open kitchen. Billy slammed his glass so hard it’s a wonder it didn’t break and took off after the flying red hair. He registered a beautiful, two-story living room full of supermodern furniture and a kind of weird dining room table before he raced up the stairs to an open hallway above. Shaz was disappearing into a room at the end of the hall, and Billy followed just in time to see shoes flying in one direction while a shirt landed on a side chair. Good, time to watch the show. He stopped and leaned against the doorjamb.

Shaz looked up and saw him, smiled seductively, and slowed his movements. He unfastened the belt on his tight black pants, unzipped, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the pants and started to pull. Clearly he’d grabbed his briefs too, because pale skin showed until—peek—over the top a pink cockhead appeared. He circled his hips, creating a dick dance, then pulled the pants a little farther down, showing a few inches of very swollen shaft.

Who’d have ever thought a cock could look so good to him? Billy held up a finger and covered the space between them in three steps. He dropped to his knees. True, he had little experience, but he knew what felt good and that was a soft, wet tongue. He leaned in and applied tip of tongue to tip of dick. “Umm, salty.”

“You make me leak, baby.”

“How could I have lived all these years without sucking this cock?” He wrapped his lips and pulled the flare of Shaz’s dick deep into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the firm ridge, then over the silky tip with the intriguing hole in it. Paused for a little exploration. When the tip of his tongue inserted into that inviting slit, Shaz started to shake.

With a huge push, Shaz shoved his pants down around his knees and started bobbing his dick into Billy’s mouth.

He pulled back a little so he didn’t choke and worked at taking more and more in. The feel on his tongue was fascinating. The tip so smooth while the shaft was kind of rough and bumpy with veins. And the smell. Man, Shaz must use his citrusy scent down here too, because the orange smell mixed with musk like a whole new cocktail. He could get drunk on this fast.

His nose hit smooth skin. No hair? He opened his eyes. “Ou aved.”

“What?”

He popped his lips off. “You shaved.”

“Waxed. I thought I’d try it. You like?” He sounded like he’d run a marathon.

“Shit, yes.” He sucked that swollen rod back in and got it all the way to his throat.

“You learn fast. Sweet heaven, you’re good.”

Music to his ears.

Shaz had a hand on the footboard of the bed, holding himself up. Billy fondled his balls while he sucked. This was fun.

“Oh God, yes. Jesus, don’t stop. So close. Yes, yes. Oh my God.” Holy shit. Hot fluid filled Billy’s mouth. He gasped, pulled back, and tried to swallow as more hot spunk landed on his cheek. He got some down, coughed, and then swallowed the rest.

Shaz sagged against the bed. “Oh my God. I think I just came my liver!”

Billy chuckled and licked cum from his lips.

Shaz petted his hair. “So sorry, Billy. I should have warned you to pull away.”

Billy shook his head and licked his lips. “No, I liked it. Just new, you know. I’ll get better next time.”

“You’re wonderful.” Shaz fell back onto the bed. “Just wonderful.” He waved a hand. “Condoms are in the nightstand drawer. Get that cock in my ass, gorgeous. Do it fast.”

Didn’t have to ask him twice. He toed his sneaks and ripped off his pants as he stumbled to the nightstand. With a quick sort through a couple of jars of lube and three dildoes—dildoes?—he found the condoms and rolled one on. Tight.

Shaz stretched out an arm, still lying on his back with his eyes half closed. “Sorry I don’t have extra large. We’ll buy some later.”

Billy’s throat tightened. Him and Shaz buying condoms and picking up cats. How great was that? Okay, focus. Fucking was on board. He turned and watched as Shaz drew his legs up tight beside his ears. What a sight. Hard white butt waving in the air. Long, perfectly muscled legs. “Holy crap, you are so beautiful.’

“Thank you, kind sir. I’m so relaxed you’ll barely need lube, but shove a little in there anyway.”

Billy grabbed one of the lube jars. “You’re prepared.”

“Closest I ever get to being a Boy Scout.’

Billy scooped the sticky gel. This was the fun part. Sitting beside Shaz, he wiped the lube against his pink, puckered hole, then slowly pushed in his finger. Hot and tight.

“Oh my, your finger is as big as some men’s cocks.”

Billy stared at his hand. “Poor guys.”

Shaz laughed, but it turned into a moan as Billy pulled his finger out, then pushed it back in. Shaz had told the truth about the relaxed part. His channel gripped Billy’s finger, but warm and smooth, not like a vise.

“I think I’m ready for something bigger now.”

Billy looked down at his own cock that stuck up like a lighthouse seeking lost ships. “I happen to have just the thing.”

“Well, get that thing in me, baby.”

Billy moved a funny, ragged stuffed animal Shaz had sitting on his bed to the side table, knelt behind Shaz, positioned his cock at his glistening hole, and pushed. Not much resistance and—holy shit. Tight and so very hot. “Ohhhhh.”

Shaz sighed. “Yeah. Just fuck me until you can’t see.”

Billy pulled out, then slowly pushed back in.

“Ohhh, baby. Right on the button.”

He did it again, harder this time. Jesus, his cock was on fire. “Oh man, why did I waste so much time being straight?”

Shaz laughed. “Fuck me, my sweet gay boy.”

He popped his hips, and heat flashed up his spine and into his head. His vision went black, but who needed to see? Shaz made sounds like Clancy on the back fence. “Ohhh, yeahhh, ummm, mooorrre. Fuck. Fuck harder.”

Shaz lassoed his legs around Billy’s waist and took the hammering in his ass with closed eyes and open mouth. He looked in heaven. How did that feel, getting a cock in your ass? What would it be like? How could anything feel better than this? He slid in deep and hard, then pulled out sloooow so he didn’t miss one tiny tingle of that perfect friction. Zings of ecstasy traveled across his nerves into his groin, balls, and up his spine until he followed Shaz’s direction perfectly. His eyes closed on their own, and all he saw was a white light full of sparkles of color. Then—woosh. The universe sucked back into his balls. Holy crap! “Shaz. God! I’m—yes!”

Shaz grabbed his own cock and pumped while Billy held his hips and bunny-fucked with little pounds, each one sliding Shaz’s hot hole over his nerve endings like liquid fire.

Billy threw his head back as lightning shot through his balls and out his cock. “Shit!” One, two, three pumps.

“Ooooh, Billy!” A small stream of jizz shot out of Shaz’s cock and hit him on the chin.

Billy giggled, then his body froze and eyes closed as the orgasm rode through him. “Unh. Ohh.” He fell forward onto his hands. Shaz grabbed him and pulled until he was lying on Shaz’s lean body. “I’ll squash you.”

“What a way to go.”

True words. True words.

 

 

FOUR HOURS later they had driven to Billy’s, collected the cats, cat boxes, cat food, cat toys, and oh yeah, underwear and some clothes for Billy. He changed at his place, and they went to dinner on their way back to Shaz’s with two cats sleeping in Shaz’s giant tote bag. The waiter knew Shaz well, so he pretended he didn’t see Clancy and Yerby.

Back at his house, Shaz installed the cat box on his service porch, put down two bowls of tuna and water on his pristine slate floor, and altogether made the boys feel at home. They returned the favor by curling up on a chair that had to have cost more than Billy made in six months.

Then the humans went to bed and acted out another chapter in the “let’s fuck until day after tomorrow” scenario. Slow and sweet this time. After another rocking orgasm, Billy drifted off for a couple of minutes.

When he opened his eyes, Shaz wasn’t beside him. He sat up and saw the smooth, bare back facing him from where Shaz sat cross-legged on the foot of the bed, staring into his lap.

“Figuring out how that thing manages to come three times in one afternoon?”

Shaz looked up. “What? Oh no. I’m looking at your drawing.”

Billy rested his elbows on his knees. “Yeah, well, I just wanted you to see what was possible in that building. I know an architect can come up with better ideas, but at least this will give you a grasp of what you can do.”

“It’s perfect.”

“No, not really.”

“Yes, really. You understand how I work, and you understand what I like. We have similar taste. This is brilliant.”

That made him feel good. “I’m glad you like it.”

“But could I afford it? It’s so great. Not likely.”

Billy scooted closer. “Actually, I used a lot of cost-cutting measures in materials selection. I know an architect who’ll do the drawings for damned cheap. Then you need a low cost contractor. It wouldn’t be that bad.”

Shaz looked up and grinned. “So let’s build it.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I can call the architect. Then he can put it out to bid with contractors.”

“No. No bids. You’re going to contract it.”

Billy frowned. “I’m not a contractor, and they fine you thousands of dollars for working without a license.”

Shaz gazed at him. “What could be more cost-effective than you contracting it yourself? You can keep me in check so I don’t spend too much money. And I’ll pay some of your fee in sex.”

“Shaz, I’m not a contractor.”

“But you will be a contractor, and I’m going to help you. What do you have to do?”

Billy’s whole stomach wrapped in a ball of panic. “You have to apply, pay the money, and take the test. But I can’t—”

“Can you apply online?”

“Yeah, but—”

“How much money?”

“Three hundred dollars, then a hundred eighty after the exam. And you have to put up a bond. I have that. And start-up money. I have some of that—”

Shaz jumped up. “And I have the rest! Come on.”

“Shaz.”

“Come on.”

Naked, Billy followed naked Shaz out of the bedroom and down the hall. The boys heard them talking and came to investigate, so they got in line and followed. Shaz turned right into another bedroom he had set up as an office. Before Billy could even stop him, he’d searched “contractor’s license” and was staring at the application form.

“Shaz.”

“Let’s start filling this out.”

“I already have.”

Shaz turned to him. “What?”

“I’ve filled that form out about fifty times. I even paid the money a couple of times. When I get to the test, it’s all over.”

“Not this time.”

“How do you figure that?”

“This time you have me.”

Billy frowned and sat in the guest chair in front of the desk. Yerby jumped up on his lap. “Ow, boy, watch the claws on the balls.” He gazed at Shaz. “I know you can perform magic, Shazam, but trust me, I’ve tried. I take the practice tests and ace ’em. But I tried once to walk into the testing room and about blacked out. I just can’t do it.’

“You didn’t know who you were then.”

“I’m not sure that has anything to do with it.”

“Of course it does. You bought the bullshit some jealous idiots handed out because you didn’t know you were a knight.”

“You figure I can ride in there on my horse and slay that test?” He grinned, but it wasn’t easy.

“Yes. I know you can. Clancy, Yerby, and I believe in you totally.”

He sucked in his breath. There it was. Someone who believed in him. Someone who wasn’t his sister. Or a cat.

He slipped onto his knees and wrapped his arms around Shaz’s waist. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. For what?”

“Thinking I can do it.”

“No, I said I know you can do it. Tomorrow morning you send in the application. Pay the fee. How long does it take before the exam?”

He looked up into those green eyes. “About six weeks.”

“Good. Plenty of time. We’ll study together.”

Instant cold sweat. “I already know the answers. It’s taking the test I can’t do.”

“This time you can.”

Holy shit.

 

 

BILLY STARED at the computer, one cat on his lap and the other asleep on his feet. He knew this shit backward and forward. God, he’d been trying to force himself to take the test for most of the last year, but Shaz said he had to know it so well that no amount of fear or distraction would derail him. So he studied and studied every sample test he could find. He’d even signed up for an online tutoring class, but it was so simple he could have taught it. Now he was two weeks closer to D-Day. He went to work—where most of the guys were cool, or at least they didn’t say anything to his face—and then came home and studied. And he was just as scared. Shit.

He clicked on the link for his favorite porn. No pretense this time. No cocks and pussies. He went straight for the good stuff. The big cowboy pumped the ass of the redheaded twink. Funny, he’d picked the video where the guy was a redhead. Not as red as Shaz’s, but still.

“Unh, unh, unh.”

Billy held the forward arrow. There. They switched places. Man, he loved this part. The twink grabbed the big guy by his cowboy ponytail and started pounding into his butt. Jesus, what did that feel like? Shaz seemed to love it, but Billy remembered Shaz saying he liked to top too. Would he want to top Billy? How bad would it hurt?

He heard the door open downstairs, and his hand clicked back to the contractor’s exam. He chuckled. Reflex. It was now officially okay to watch gay porn. The cats heard the door too, and Yerby leaped off his lap and ran like tuna from heaven had arrived. Clancy ambled after him. Mr. Cool. But clearly, they loved Shaz as much as Billy. He smiled. Had to admit his own piece of heaven was here too, and his cock wanted to say howdy.

He walked out of the office and peered over the railing into the big open space below. Yes, Shaz’s home was pretty much his. Much as he loved his little place, a one-eighty view of the ocean from every window was tough to beat. So was the company. “Hey, beautiful.”

Shaz looked up at him. “Look who’s talking. Better come down and save me from this ravening herd of felines.”

He bounded down the stairs. “Hope you brought them a treat or they may eat you.” He wrapped his arms around Shaz. “Of course, I may eat you first.”

“Any time, sweetheart.” He stood on tiptoe and kissed Billy’s nose. “Come with me while I feed their majesties.” He rattled the bag in his hand.

Billy followed Shaz and the cats into the kitchen. Shaz rinsed the cat bowls and poured dark nuggets into each one from a package he took from the paper bag. “I hear it’s very gourmet.”

Billy grinned. “Have you been hanging out at the pet store again?”

Shaz put the bowls on the individual placemats he had purchased just for the boys, then walked over and rested his head on Billy’s chest. “I never knew how much I wanted pets until I had two gay cats in my bed.”

Billy tucked a finger under Shaz’s chin and brought his face up until he could see his green eyes. “You’re serious. You now officially have fur on everything.”

Shaz nodded. “I didn’t know what I was missing until you came along, Billy Ballew. I look forward to coming home for the first time in my life. Don’t you think we should stop pretending you live someplace else and replace my ugly dining room table with your beautiful one?”

Billy’s heart beat fast but he grinned. “Oh, so you only love me for my table and my cats, huh?”

“I love you for far more than that.” Shaz was serious. “And I totally understand if the idea of moving in with a man freaks you out. I don’t mean to rush you, and I get if you want your space.”

Whoa. The idea of moving in with a man did freak him out. But this wasn’t “a man.” This was Shaz. “Yes.” Just saying it made him feel—right.

Shaz smiled, and it lit up all the angles of his beautiful face. “Yes?”

He looked down at Yerby and Clancy chewing and purring. “Let’s face it. You already own my cats. If I want to keep them, I have to move here.”

“You really want to?” Shaz looked anxious and maybe a little skeptical.

“Are you trying to talk me out of it? I’m the one who should be asking you if you really want a big clod like me hanging round all the time.”

Shaz gave him a wicked grin. “Well—if you bring your table.”

Billy grabbed him and lifted him off his feet, then kissed him thoroughly. Shaz wrapped his legs around Billy’s waist, which brought significant areas of anatomy into close proximity. Both of them were wearing jeans—of course, Shaz’s were chartreuse—and the slow grinding Shaz started with his hips rubbed denim in all the right places.

“You looking to get fucked, Mr. Phillips?”

“Ummm hmmm.” He humped against Billy’s cock. “Carry me.”

“With pleasure. But aren’t you hungry?”

“I had a big lunch. I’ll be happy with some hors d’oeuvres of cock and balls, baby.”

“Shit, sounds good to me.” He started up the stairs carrying his beautiful package.

“Billy?”

“Hmm?” Mind firmly in cock.

“What are you doing Saturday?”

“Working like always, then Little League practice.” He thrust his hips up to meet Shaz’s downward momentum. Oh yeah.

“Any chance you could get free about four?”

Hell, what wouldn’t he do for Shaz? “Sure. Anything you want.”

“Good. Then you can be my escort to the Fashion Institute Gala in LA.”

What? “Hang on.”

Shaz tightened his legs and ground his erection against Billy’s. “I am hanging on.”

Billy stopped at the top of the stairs. “I’m no good for that kind of thing. Take Ru or somebody.”

“I’m taking Ru and the whole company. I want you to be my date.” He wiggled and dropped his legs until Billy let him slide to the floor. When Shaz’s feet hit the ground, he kept on going, slithering down Billy’s body until he was on his knees. With one zip, he had Billy’s cock in his hand and then his mouth and—holy shit! Shaz was the world champion giver of head, but he was outdoing himself. His tongue slid up and down Billy’s shaft, caressed the frenulum, and then bored into his slit like an erotic snake.

“Oh God. Jesus, Shaz.”

He popped off his lips. “Say you’ll go. Say ‘Yes Shaz, anything you say, Shaz.’” He sucked Billy’s cock to the back of his throat, then swallowed and swallowed.

“Oh my God, yes, yes, I’ll do anything.” His hips popped like a jackrabbit on six triple doppios. “Unh. Unh. Shit. Yes.”

Shaz grabbed his shaft and pumped while he sucked.

Billy gasped, “No. Wait. Don’t want to come yet.”

Shaz bobbed up, grabbed Billy’s hand, and dragged him toward the bedroom with his pants loose around his thighs and his cock dancing in front. Shaz let go and ran ahead of him. When Billy finally wrestled his cock and his pants in the door, Shaz was naked from the waist down, leaning over the arm of a chair, and shoving lube into his own hole.

As Billy struggled forward, Shaz threw him a condom. “Fuck!”

No asking him twice. He ripped off his clothes, pulled on the extra-large condom, and dove directly at Shaz’s perfect ass. No preliminaries. Shaz didn’t mind it rough and Billy liked to give it. He lined up cock to hole and shoved.

“Shit, yes.”

He pushed and Shaz howled as his cockhead scraped across his prostate. “Jesus. How did I ever survive all these years without that cock? That is the king of cocks. No, the knight of cocks. Fuck me!”

No thought. Fucking machine. Fucking forever. He threw his head back, watched the stars float through his brain, thrust five more times, heard Shaz scream, and went over the edge. “I’m so glad I’m gaaaaay!”

Shaz gasped for breath. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

When their hearts stopped pounding, they staggered to the bed and collapsed, laughing. Billy cradled Shaz against his chest. Finally he caught his breath, and they both nestled in quiet. Man, Shaz really yelled when Billy’s cock massaged his gland. “Uh, Shaz?”

“Yeah?”

“If I’m the knight and you’re the princess, does that mean I always need to be on top?”

Silence. Small chuckle. “Oh no. I’m a very bossy princess.”

“So, uh—”

“Are you saying you’d like to get fucked, my knight?”

“I might like to try it.”

“We’ll have to get you ready. Can’t just start shoving things in your butt with no practice.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Not if we do it right. Take our time.”

“Oh.”

Shaz rose up on one arm and looked at Billy. “So, we’re kind of anxious, are we?”

Billy shrugged and felt his ears heat.

“Okay. We will definitely get you ready to bottom. But I think it should be something of a reward.”

“Whadda you mean?”

Shaz’s eyes sparkled, and he looked totally evil. “Ah, my knight. You’ll see. Now let’s talk about your wardrobe for Saturday.”