weekend. But when Jonathan saw
Noah lower his head and pout, he said to the boy, “I’ll come in for five minutes. But we
can’t stay long, because it really is past your bedtime.”
The guest house was more like a small, one-story carriage house. When Tucker
saw Jonathan walk through the front door, he raced to him with his tail wagging, jumped
up, and licked his face.
There was a large living room/dining room section with an open concept kitchen
at the end. Beyond that, there were two large bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.
Noah’s room was stark and modern with white carpet, a wall of tacky mirrored closets
and a queen-sized bed. It was obvious this place had been pre-furnished with neutral
things and that it was only temporary. The only signs that this room belonged to a little boy were a baseball bat and glove on a chair, a collection of superheroes on a desk, and a
large poster of Barack Obama taped to the wall above the bed. When Jonathan
commented on the poster, Noah smiled and said, “He’s my ultimate hero.”
But they didn’t stay long. Ed stood near the door the entire time they were there,
hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet. When Lisa offered to make coffee,
Ed said he was tired and that Jonathan could come back another time. Lisa gave him a
look, then asked Jonathan for his cell phone number. “I’m taking Noah shopping for new
shoes tomorrow,” she said, “I’m probably going shoe shopping myself afterwards.
You’re welcome to join us if you like, Jonathan.”
Jonathan smiled. “I’d like that. I don’t know anyone out here. Call me in the
morning. I’ll drive.”
When Jonathan and Ed were back in the car, the ten-minute ride back to Ed’s
house was quiet. Jonathan mentioned how much he liked Lisa, and Ed smiled and nodded.
Ed thanked him for putting salt on the wine stain, and he smiled and nodded. The click of
the turn signal magnified. It felt as if they were driving cross country instead of a few
miles. When they reached the driveway and Ed pulled up to the garage and switched off
the headlights, the entire world seemed to go dark.
They sat there in silence for a moment, then Jonathan said, “Don’t forget:
hydrogen peroxide and detergent when you get into the house.”
“Got it,” Ed said.
“Then I guess I’ll see you on Monday morning,” Jonathan said. “Thanks for
dinner tonight. It was fun.” But when he reached for the door handle, Ed grabbed his arm and pulled it back.
Then he leaned over the center console and kissed him on the mouth. It wasn’t a soft kiss
either. He pressed his lips against Jonathan’s, shoved his tongue inside his mouth, and
tipped his head sideways. Jonathan grabbed the back of Ed’s head with one hand and held
his bicep with the other. The muscle bulged in his palm. His tongue was thick and warm;
he smelled so damn good. And he tasted even better.
Jonathan wanted this man to control him. He wanted this hot hunk of sexy male
flesh to pull him by the back of the head and throw him down again.
Ed stopped kissing for a moment and asked, “Should I stop? I will if you want
me to.” Then he ran his large hand up Jonathan’s shirt and squeezed his right nipple. “I
don’t want to be presumptuous here.”
Jonathan licked his ear and said, “Yes. We have to stop. We can’t keep doing
this.” He knew it was wrong, and he’d already promised himself that he wasn’t going to
do it anymore.
Then Ed squeezed his nipple harder and kissed him again. “I really want to stop,”
Ed whispered into his ear, “but you look so good tonight. When you cleaned that wine
stain on my shirt in the restaurant, my dick was ready to jump out of my pants. I never
thought cleaning a wine stain could be sexy, but there you were.”
Jonathan was surprised
Noah lower his head and pout, he said to the boy, “I’ll come in for five minutes. But we
can’t stay long, because it really is past your bedtime.”
The guest house was more like a small, one-story carriage house. When Tucker
saw Jonathan walk through the front door, he raced to him with his tail wagging, jumped
up, and licked his face.
There was a large living room/dining room section with an open concept kitchen
at the end. Beyond that, there were two large bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.
Noah’s room was stark and modern with white carpet, a wall of tacky mirrored closets
and a queen-sized bed. It was obvious this place had been pre-furnished with neutral
things and that it was only temporary. The only signs that this room belonged to a little boy were a baseball bat and glove on a chair, a collection of superheroes on a desk, and a
large poster of Barack Obama taped to the wall above the bed. When Jonathan
commented on the poster, Noah smiled and said, “He’s my ultimate hero.”
But they didn’t stay long. Ed stood near the door the entire time they were there,
hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet. When Lisa offered to make coffee,
Ed said he was tired and that Jonathan could come back another time. Lisa gave him a
look, then asked Jonathan for his cell phone number. “I’m taking Noah shopping for new
shoes tomorrow,” she said, “I’m probably going shoe shopping myself afterwards.
You’re welcome to join us if you like, Jonathan.”
Jonathan smiled. “I’d like that. I don’t know anyone out here. Call me in the
morning. I’ll drive.”
When Jonathan and Ed were back in the car, the ten-minute ride back to Ed’s
house was quiet. Jonathan mentioned how much he liked Lisa, and Ed smiled and nodded.
Ed thanked him for putting salt on the wine stain, and he smiled and nodded. The click of
the turn signal magnified. It felt as if they were driving cross country instead of a few
miles. When they reached the driveway and Ed pulled up to the garage and switched off
the headlights, the entire world seemed to go dark.
They sat there in silence for a moment, then Jonathan said, “Don’t forget:
hydrogen peroxide and detergent when you get into the house.”
“Got it,” Ed said.
“Then I guess I’ll see you on Monday morning,” Jonathan said. “Thanks for
dinner tonight. It was fun.” But when he reached for the door handle, Ed grabbed his arm and pulled it back.
Then he leaned over the center console and kissed him on the mouth. It wasn’t a soft kiss
either. He pressed his lips against Jonathan’s, shoved his tongue inside his mouth, and
tipped his head sideways. Jonathan grabbed the back of Ed’s head with one hand and held
his bicep with the other. The muscle bulged in his palm. His tongue was thick and warm;
he smelled so damn good. And he tasted even better.
Jonathan wanted this man to control him. He wanted this hot hunk of sexy male
flesh to pull him by the back of the head and throw him down again.
Ed stopped kissing for a moment and asked, “Should I stop? I will if you want
me to.” Then he ran his large hand up Jonathan’s shirt and squeezed his right nipple. “I
don’t want to be presumptuous here.”
Jonathan licked his ear and said, “Yes. We have to stop. We can’t keep doing
this.” He knew it was wrong, and he’d already promised himself that he wasn’t going to
do it anymore.
Then Ed squeezed his nipple harder and kissed him again. “I really want to stop,”
Ed whispered into his ear, “but you look so good tonight. When you cleaned that wine
stain on my shirt in the restaurant, my dick was ready to jump out of my pants. I never
thought cleaning a wine stain could be sexy, but there you were.”
Jonathan was surprised
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