Lush in Lace by A.J. Ridges

wasn’t a dry
eye in the room afterward.
    BJ shared a brief emotional history of their
lives together. He began by explaining that he knew from their
first game of checkers that he and Jamie would always be connected.
BJ spoke of the night of his mother’s death when Jamie wrapped his
arms around him for the first time, comforting him. He relived
their first awkward kiss on the backyard swing after which he
subsequently threw up from both nerves and excitement. BJ had the
whole crowd in stitches after sharing some of the crazy antics
Jamie had gotten himself into over the years. He spoke lovingly
about Jamie’s impulsiveness and wished that his husband never lost
his childlike enthusiasm for everything because it kept BJ from
becoming a grumpy old soul.
    However, the real tearjerker came when BJ
looked at Jamie and thanked him—not only for being his best friend
but for having the courage to love him. He shared with us how much
it meant that never once had Jamie ever asked him to be anything
more than the man he was. Then BJ looked out into the crowd and
wished that all of us could find someone to love as deeply as he
loved Jamie. His words were powerful, especially in a room filled
with gay men and women. We all stood and cheered, clinking our
glasses and drying our eyes on cream-colored, linen napkins, even
Scott dabbed at his eyes a time or two.
    After the speeches, I hit the bar, figuring
whiskey dick might be a welcome salvation from my thoughts of Scott
tonight, but it was a wasted effort. Every time I looked over at
him, I’d picture his monster cock cradled in lace and recall the
tiny little grunts I heard through the door as he came, and my dick
would double in size.
    Fuck.
    My only consolation was that Scott looked
increasingly uncomfortable as the night wore on. I’d lost count of
how many times he’d headed to the bathroom. His discomfort should
have made me feel at least a little bit guilty, but it didn’t. All
I felt was horny and frustrated.
    I noticed, too, that Scott hadn’t consumed
one drop of alcohol the entire night. It was another reminder of
how different we were. From what I knew of Scott’s past, his
father’s heavy drinking had ultimately caused his death, not that
Scott ever shared anything personal like that with me. Any
information about Scott’s past, I’d learned from BJ or Jamie.
According to BJ, Scott and his mom lived through a hell of a lot of
verbal abuse during his father’s final years. I figured it was the
reason I’d never seen Scott drink, not even when all the other high
school seniors were partying with their fake IDs.
    As the night wore on and the festivities
began to die down, I knew it was time to put us both out of our
misery. Scott was standing alone out on the terrace when I found
him, his ass resting against the ornate metal railing. I had every
intention of bowing out in defeat and leaving. However, the minute
I looked into his deep-green eyes, I knew I couldn’t let him go
without one last look at what I’d paid for.
    I stalked toward him, his eyes cautiously
following me until I stopped with less than a few inches separating
my body from his. Neither of us spoke, not wanting to disrupt the
momentary truce that seemed to hover around us.
    Courageously, I reached out and touched his
belt buckle.
    “W-what are you doing?” he hissed
breathlessly.
    The whiskey gave me the courage I needed to
forge ahead. “Just checking,” I answered, hooking my fingers over
the waistband of his pants and prying them away from his body.
Thankfully, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to make out
that his manhood was still snuggly encased in lace.
    Scott held his body stiff as a board, barely
breathing, while I took this one last opportunity to look my
fill.
    “Satisfied?” he whispered hoarsely, breaking
the short stretch of silence.
    “Not yet.”
    I released my hold on his pants, stepping
further into him. He had nowhere to go, trapped between the rail at
his