May in December (18 page)

“Maybe. There are some things I have to do first. Like get my GED out of the way.”

“Speaking of babies, how is our daughter?” asked Bruce.

“Sleeping right now.” Gail sighed. “Lord knows she needed it.”

Bruce pulled Jorry tighter to him. Even though he and Jorry had gone through what they had, it would be a hundred times worse for Kerri. After all, she loved Bill and had believed in him enough to stand up when Bruce had tried to tell her the truth.

Kelley took a healthy swig of his eggnog. “Have the guests, the church, and the caterers all been called about the wedding being cancelled?”

Warren strolled over to the Christmas tree and glanced out the window at the snow flurries. “To the best of our ability, though we chose the liberty of having some of the food sent to a homeless shelter and some delivered here. After all that has happened, I didn’t think anyone wanted to cook.”

“Daddy?” Kerri’s small, trembling voice carried into the room from the hallway. She resembled a lost little girl.

Bruce stood. “Yes, honey. Are you all right?”

“Oh, Daddy!” Kerri came running into the room and threw herself into her father’s arms. “I am so sorry.” She sobbed into his shoulder. “Will you ever forgive me?”

“Nothing to forgive, baby girl.” All Bruce wanted to do was pull her in his lap and kiss the pain away, like he used to when she was little.

Kerri pulled back. There were dark circles under her eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”

“No worries. Everything has been taken care of, thanks to your mother and Warren.”

“No, not everything.” Kerri pulled away from her father and dropped her chin down. “I-I’m pregnant.” She heaved and broke into tears.

“I’m gonna be a grandmama?” Gail immediately rose and rushed to her daughter’s side. “Oh, honey. You should have told us sooner.”

“I was saving it for a Christmas surprise.” Kerri took the tissue her mother handed her and blew her nose. “Well, the surprise is on me. I should have known. I should have listened to Daddy.”

“It’s not your fault, Kerr-Bear,” Bruce cooed. “He had us all fooled. Except Jorry.”

“How can it
not
be my fault?” Kerri wailed. “I was with him all this time, and I never knew what he was into?”

“He was just another corrupt politician wannabe who got caught.” Kelley patted the love seat he was on for his sister to join him. “He got it in spades.”

“Let’s not talk about it,” said Gail as she returned to her own chair. “Let’s just enjoy each other and be glad we are all here, alive and safe.”

They all agreed.

Chapter Nineteen

Christmas morning found Bruce waking up to his present—Jorry’s slippery lips on his hairy nipple.

“Wow.” Bruce squirmed under Jorry’s attention. “I forgot how sensitive they are.”

“Good.” Jorry switched his attention to the other nipple. “I’m gonna have a great time reminding you.”

Bruce yawned and rose up on his elbows, successfully dislodging Jorry from his fun.

“Hey!” Jorry crossed his arms and pouted.

“Hey, nothing.” Bruce leaned over and licked Jorry on the nose. It made him giggle. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry indeed.” Jorry threw himself backward on the bed, his arms spread wide. “Best. Freakin.’ Christmas.
Ever
.”

“And to think, gifts haven’t even been exchanged yet.”

Jorry flicked the top sheet back and forth over Bruce’s naked body. “I got to open the best one this morning.”

Bruce placed his hands behind his head. “I think we should make a resolution to start every Christmas like this.”

“It’s got my vote.”

Bending down, Bruce ran his lips along Jorry’s smooth jaw, tracing upward to tickle his lips open. Jorry hunched up into the kiss, pulling Bruce’s head closer.

“Mmmm.” Jorry pulled back, all smiles.

Bruce shook his head. Jorry’s eyes were dreamy, his hair mussed. How did Bruce get so lucky at a second chance at love? Jorry reached out and threaded his fingers through Bruce’s beard. It tickled and was comforting at the same time. Bruce dropped his chin in Jorry’s hand and sighed.

“I want you.”

“Funny, that.” Jorry leaned forward and whispered in Bruce’s ear, “I want and need you too.”

“How much?”

Jorry rubbed below his navel. “Enough to fill this hole I’ve had inside me since I can remember.”

“And you think I can fill it?” asked Bruce.

“I know you can. I’m already three-quarters filled by your love.” Jorry squirmed back a little. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Bruce reached over to his wallet on the bedside table and fished out a condom.

Jorry stayed Bruce’s hand. “By the way, when I was at the hospital yesterday, I was tested. I’m negative. But because I was in some risky business, I’d like to wait for at least six months before going bare.”

Bruce nodded, tossed the condom on the bed, and lay down on Jorry. Bruce’s hairy chest mashed up against Jorry’s bare one, Bruce’s hard cock rubbing Jorry’s thigh. Again, Bruce attacked Jorry’s lips, taking the soft flesh deep in his mouth while he tangled his fingers in Jorry’s hair.

Bruce pulled back. Jorry grasped Bruce’s head and guided it down toward his slender cock. His knees bent, and his ass rose off the bed.

Bruce paused, gently blowing on the bobbing cock. The precum glistened as bright as the snow outside and flowed freely.

“Don’t waste it,” Jorry pleaded.

“Oh, I know there is more where that came from.” Bruce winked and blew some more before continuing his verbal torture. “I want to spend a day of doing nothing but tasting you, everywhere, in every room of our new apartment. But that will have to wait till after we move in.”

Jorry arched up, clutching at the fitted sheet beneath him. The movement forced Bruce to go farther down Jorry’s body, and he started to lick and suck the puckered hole underneath Jorry’s balls.

“Aughhhh. It f-feels so good.”

“You think that feels good, wait until I lube you up.” Bruce reached over to the nightstand and picked up a bottle of hot holiday-buttered-rum-flavored lube, no doubt a little treat from Gail wanting him to get his groove on. He opened it, poured some on his fingers, and began to work his magic inside Jorry, first by rubbing the little bud opening until it was nice and relaxed and then introducing his index finger in the tight, warm canal.

“That smells good enough to eat,” moaned Jorry.

“I’ll be doing that too.” Bruce bent down and started working the lube in with his tongue. It tasted like sweet buttered rum and smelled just as delicious.

“Oh yeah.”

After several minutes, Jorry eased himself out of that position and squirted some lube on his fingers. Gripping Bruce’s cock with both hands, Jorry kneaded up and down the shaft, pausing to tug on the balls every once in a while. This drove Bruce mad with want. As he grasped Jorry’s slender shoulders with a tight grip, Bruce’s head tipped back, and his mouth was wide open.

“God, that feels good.”

Bruce dislodged Jorry and bent down to give him a sloppy kiss, his beard all wet and tasting of buttered rum. Jorry licked Bruce’s beard and lips like a cat until Bruce started laughing.

“What positon do you want?” asked Jorry.

“We need to take into consideration your ankle, so I think the best would be on your back. Besides, I want to see your face.”

“Really? Why?”

“It will make it more real.” Bruce smiled. “I want to remember this moment forever.”

Jorry smiled back. “Me too.”

After placing a pillow under Jorry’s hips, Bruce rolled the condom on his cock, got on his knees, and positioned himself at the intimate entrance. He took a breath and started rubbing the head of his cock around the opening.

Jorry moaned. “Don’t play around.”

“Who’s teasing? I’m enjoying the stimulation.” Bruce hooded his eyes and hummed. “Mmmm. You feel so good, and I love looking at your opening.”

“Why?”

“Because it beckons me. It winks and pulses, and it o-ohhh…”

“It sucks you in when you least expect it?”

Bruce drew his hips back and thrust forward. Oh, the warmth. The tightness. The feeling of coming home. He closed his eyes, and his mouth dropped open, surprised to hear the guttural groans coming from deep within himself. He grasped the sides of Jorry’s thighs and reopened his eyes to stare down. Jorry was a sight to behold, his hair all tousled, his hazel eyes wide open with such love, trust, and devotion that Bruce had to swallow the heat climbing up from his heart.

“That’s it.” Jorry moaned. “Ride your boy. Ride me hard.”

Bruce loved that Jorry was bossy when it came to sex. He might be a bottom, but he was definitely topping in attitude and getting off on it as well.

Jorry was meeting each thrust, giving as well as he received. The feel of being inside someone he loved made Bruce dizzy, feeling as if he was finally complete. He wanted it to last forever, yet he wanted to come soon so he could do it all over again.

Bruce slowed a little, as he didn’t think he would last much longer. A stray thought that he should have taken the little blue pill crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. With as hot and hard Jorry got him, he wouldn’t have a problem getting his cock up for a second round.

Bruce felt like he was flying with his skin skimmed by a current of low electricity. The colors of the room burned brighter, and the sound of their heavy breaths panting echoed louder. Even the smell of stale mint cocoa on Jorry’s breath seemed to take on a life of its own. His cock inside Jorry was a fire poker stoking an internal flame, and he couldn’t help but slip his hand between their bodies and start pumping Jorry’s dick.

“I’m coming,” shouted Jorry.

Bruce felt the squeeze and release of the tightness around him. The anal convulsion brought on his own release, and he fell on top of Jorry, their sweat mingling together.

After a few moments, Jorry flipped Bruce onto his back. “More, please.”

Bruce chuckled. “Give me time to recover.”

Jorry laid his head down on Bruce’s chest. “That’s fine. I have all the time in the world.”

Bruce thought about it. No, they didn’t. With Robert dying so young and Jorry almost dying yesterday, one never knew when their time would stop. Bruce chucked his fingers under Jorry’s chin and made him look up.

“In light of our previous resolutions, I propose we add another one.”

“What would that be, Bruce?”

“Life is too short, and we are going to make every day count from now on.”

They sealed the agreement with a kiss. Jorry snuggled down on Bruce’s chest while Bruce began to watch the Christmas snow drift past the bedroom window.

Wherever Robert was in heaven, Bruce knew he was smiling down on them.

Loose Id Titles by Dawn Flemington

Hometown Secrets

May in December

Dawn Flemington

Dawn started out hobby writing fan fiction back in the 70s and has had a few things published in fanzine form and on fan-fic websites. She has written a weekly column for a county newspaper and has had a few magazine articles printed.

Dawn is engaged to Scott Flemington, a retired HS English teacher and sometimes co-author on stories. They are life-long Michiganders, and between the two of them have five children, seven grandchildren, a cat, and a turtle. They are highly active with their local GLBT and BDSM communities.

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