To Serve and Protect II
 A Change of Venue

By: BJ Williams
(© 2013-2014 by the author)
Edited by: Gerry Young

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Introduction of the Characters

Andrew Butler, 35, and life partner with…

Michael Brady, 35, and Andy’s Neanderthal man.

David, age 20 is Michael’s biological son from a past adventure when he was 13 and a foster child at the girl’s parent’s house.

Thomas Sullivan, 52, is life partner to…

Dr. Aaron Smyth, 49, head of the Medical Center of Vermont

Shane and Adam Sullivan-Smyth, age 18, are identical twins that Thomas and Aaron adopted because they were orphaned.

Jonathon Davis-Butler, 20, son of Billy Davis and adopted son of Andy Butler

James Peterson, 33, Michael’s current boyfriend

Theodore (Teddy) Vandercamp, 35, Andy’s neighbor and pretending boyfriend

Chapter 5 

He never should have agreed to come, Andy thought as they pulled away. But the drive from the airport to Michael’s was somehow good. Andy had loved the area and took in the sites, noticing what had and had not changed.

A deep U-shaped driveway ran from the road to the front portico of the house, with a heavy iron gate barring entrance to strangers. David reached out his window and punched a code on the keypad. Slowly, the gates parted and David pulled through them, driving up the tree shaded drive and stopping a canopied archway which had several steps that lead up to front door.

Andy gazed at the pristine house and remembered what it had felt like when he had once lived there. When he stepped out of the SUV and started up the steps, a trembling began inside him, attacking his limbs, fingers and feet. He paused midway up and Teddy’s arm slipped around Andy’s waist to support him.’

“I’ve got you, Andy,” he whispered. “Stiff upper lip and march on,” he added in his usual perky fashion.

Andy nodded.

‘I must be insane to have come back. This was my house once and I never should have come back to it. How am I to be able to nod and be dignified when Michael’s boy toy smiles goodnight, clutching Michael’s arm, and walks up to what had once my our bedroom? He couldn’t be a guest here, not with what’s his name here also. I can’t be polite, charming and cordial … Michael will expect me to, after all, he’ll be that way with Teddy.’ Andy thought as Teddy led him up the stairs.

“Andy!”

The door had opened and Michael was coming down the stairs, with what’s his name trailing behind him. He was genuinely pleased, taking Andy into his arms and embracing him as he reached for Teddy’s extended hand.

Maybe Michael had been afraid that Andy couldn’t … wouldn’t do it, but if he had been, it was not evident on his face.

“Welcome home … babe,” Michael whispered against Andy’s ear, which sent a multitude of emotions racing through Andy, with one being love.

He had admitted to Michael when he had come to Vermont, he did love him, but now, here where they had once called home, his heart, soul and mind were flooded.

‘I never should have come back.’

James stood a stair up from them and noisily cleared his throat, making sure that he had been heard.

“Andy, this is my friend, James; James, Andy, and his friend, Theodore, and Jonathon, Andy’s son,” he said in introductions.

‘Friend … I’ll give him friend,’ James thought, feeling hurt and rejected.

“So you are the one that he rants about,” James almost grumbled as he shook Andy’s hand.

“And you must be his latest attraction … how nice,” Andy replied, thus setting the tone for his stay. “And to correct you, Michael, Teddy is my fiancé, not friend,” Michael’s face went ashen upon hearing the words.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, but please call me Teddy,” he said and gingerly pumped James’ hand.

“When did this happen? Just a day ago, you and he were just friends?” he asked and Andy detected a bit of anger and jealousy in his voice ... as did James.

“Actually, I sprang it on him on the plane,” Teddy quickly replied, saving Andy any further lies.

“Hmmm,” Michael grumbled, turned and lead the procession into the house.

‘He’s changed since I last seen him … he’s cut his hair, fuck, it makes him look younger,’ Andy thought as he followed Michael up the steps.

“I’ve got you, Jonathon in the blue room, and…”

“Ah, Dad, I kinda thought that Jonathon would stay with me at my place,” David interrupted.

“If he doesn’t mind, sure,” Michael said agreeing with his son.

“I’d like that,” he said aloud, but whispered to David, “It gets me away from the fireworks. Did you see how Dad and James instantly began sizing each other up?”

“Big time noticed, that’s why I felt it better you and I stay together. Besides, I was kinda hoping you and I could share more than just the apartment.”

“I thought that you would have had a boyfriend, David?”

“Nah … they are too demanding and controlling. What about you? Is there anyone special?”

“Yeah, there is, but he’s not ready to commit to me yet,” he said as his eyes looked past David to Andy. “Besides, as the saying goes … when the cats away, the mice will play.”

“I do like your way of thinking, come on,” he said and as he helped Jonathon with his luggage. “I’m taking Jonathon to my place,” he told Michael and Andy.

“Have a good time, boys,” Michael and Andy said in unison, which caused James to cringe.

“Hey Teddy, would you care to join us, I’ll even give you the tourist tour of what’s what in Springfield,” David asked.

“Do you mind, darling?” Teddy asked Andy.

“Not at all; I’m tired and would like a rest. I’ll see you later for dinner,” he told him.

The three left in a noisy rush of excited voices.

“Now Michael, I would like a shower and maybe a bit of a rest,” Andy told him.

“Not a problem, Andy. I have Jonathon in the blue room and Andy, you are in the green room,” Michael told them. “I wasn’t sure if you preferred separate rooms or if you wanted share a bed.”

“You can put us both in the green room,” Andy said pleasantly, and caught James’ expression of disappointment.

Andy knew why he had been so quick to have them together in the green room; it would be less temptation for Michael. But Andy knew the house; more so, he knew that the master suite adjoined the green room, so he quickly asked...

“Do you still that that door that connects each room, Michael, because if that’ll be a problem…”

“Yes I do and it won’t be a problem at all, babe … I mean, Andy.”

Andy blushed, as did Michael and James, he was green with jealousy, and turned his back to Andy as he whispered to Michael, “I don’t like this, honey, he’s come back to take you away from me.”

“Shhhh, he’ll hear you,” Michael said.

“So, I don’t give a fuck if he does or not.”

“Well I do, and if you are going to cause trouble, well, then go home,” he adamantly told him, which caused James to gasp.

“Fine, I have to pack for Boston anyways,” he angrily told him and casually called out to Andy, “Later!”

“A bit of the drama queen, eh, Michael?” Andy asked and Michael just shrugged his shoulders.

“So tell me, Andy, why the sudden engagement,” Michael asked as they walked upstairs to the bedrooms.

“Why don’t you ask, Teddy? After all, he’s the one who proposed?” he said.

“But I’m asking you; after all, you were the one who said yes.”

“Well … he ah … he wanted to make sure that I was his and that no one else could move in on his man,” he lied.

‘’I thought so, you are no more engaged then I am,’ Michael mused to himself as he lead Andy to the blue room.

Andy stepped into the room and froze. The room had not changed one bit in the ten years that he had been gone.

“I see that nothing’s changed,” he stated as he looked around.

“Why change when you have perfection?” he quickly told him with a sneaking smile. “There are fresh towels in the bath and I had all your favorite toiletries put in the vanity as well.”

“You did; how considerate of you, hon … Michael. I’m surprised that you still remembered, what with ten years gone by,” he told him.

“There is a lot that I remember about you, Andy.” He approached him and when he was but a step from him, placed his hand on Andy’s shoulder. “I still remember your scent, how you taste when you kiss me, and…”

“Okay, so you remember a lot about me,” he was quick to interrupt him.

“I even remember how much you liked this,” his hand moved to the nape of Andy’s neck, pulling him into a sweltering kiss.

“I can’t, Michael,” he said as he pushed himself away and hurried into the bathroom, where he locked the door behind him.

Andy took a long, leisurely shower, but, try as he might, he could not wash away the lingering affects of Michael’s kiss. He stepped out of the shower, dried and then exited the bathroom with just a towel around him. He paused when a soft knock came to the adjoining door. It was Michael and he stood at the opened door wearing nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs and two beers in his hands.

“Want a beer,” Michael asked.

“I … sure, why not,” he answered, and Michael held out one, he accepted the bottle from Michael and noticed his glazed over eyes. “I take it that this is not your first?”

“No and don’t go giving me a lecture about how you can’t drown the past with alcohol,” he grumbled.

“I won’t,” he assured him.

“What wrong, Andy,” Michael asked as he sat down beside him on the bed, placing his arm over Andy’s shoulder. “Does it hurt you returning here?”

Andy looked at Michael and suddenly, all the years of hurt came rushing back to him as his tears burst forth. He lunged at Michael, who, caught off guard, wrapped his arms around Andy as he cried, he knew that he had not only destroyed their marriage with his doubts and accusations, but he had also nearly destroyed Andy.

“Shhhhhh, I got you now, so let it out,” Michael whispered with his nose nestled in Andy’s hair.

It smelled of shampoo, an herbal kind, and it reminded him of another time. He was deep in thought about their past with his eyes closed and never noticed that Andy had stopped crying. When he opened them, he found Andy looking at him.

Up close, Andy saw that Michael’s haircut made him look like some Roman god, with his soft, curly brown hair that ringed his face and features that seemed chiseled in granite. He had a long, straight nose, aristocratic and high cheek bones and a strong jaw line that had a perpetual five o’clock shadow.

Michael noticed him looking and when their eyes met, he pushed Andy unto his back and kissed him. Unlike the one he had given him earlier that evening; this one was hot and sensual, as well as filled with promise. Andy fought it at first, but surrendered his mouth to Michael’s tongue, which delved deeply in.

“This isn’t right, Michael,” Andy said and his hands pressed against the stone hardness of Michael’s chest. “You have someone who loves you and so do I,” he told him, even if his engagement was a charade.

“Maybe so, but then, if you won’t tell, then neither will I,” he said and lowered his mouth again, but Andy turned his head.

“I find you very handsome, and God knows how long it’s been since I … well, it’s been quite awhile. But the thing is, Michael, when I agreed to come back and do the movie, I wasn’t looking for something in return.”

Michael sat up and reached for his beer and drained it before setting the bottle back down.

“I know that, but I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that being here … being with me, well, it doesn’t make you want it all the more, Andy.”

Andy looked at him and he knew what Michael had said was true, he did want him, he wanted him more than anything in the world, but he, Michael, would only break his heart again with his doubts and accusations.

“Is it Teddy? Is that why you won’t…?” he asked, and Andy shook his head.

“No, Michael, Teddy is not the reason, and we both know it,” he answered. “I don’t want my heart broken again, not like it was ten years ago,” he added painfully.

“I won’t break your heart, Andy, I promise… not again, baby love.”

Andy, as if he were able to read his mind, slowly shook his head, he knew that it was the beer and the moment talking, not Michael. Once he’d had his fun in bed, the doubts, fears and accusations would come fleeting back.

“I gave my heart away to you so many years ago, Michael, and then Billy came into our life and so did the doubts and accusations,” he said. “I left you that night because you had already left me. You had closed your heart and soul to me, Michael. So I moved on, I buried that hurt deeply away until…” he shook his head instead of continuing.

“Until what, Andy?” he asked.

“Until you came back to me in Vermont, then it was as if a dam had burst and the years that had gone by had never existed, the pain and cruel words came flooding back to me like a tidal wave.”

“So what happened to us, to our romance?”

“Billy and you happened, Michael, your doubts and insane accusation that I was in love with Billy, it destroyed us,” Andy confessed. “You see, Michael, Billy and I were best friends, and yes, I had been in love with him back then, but not when he came back. I knew soon after he had moved into the guest house that he had his eyes set on me, but I didn’t on him. And do you want to know why, Michael,” he paused, Michael nodded his head, “Because I loved you.” 

“Then why didn’t you tell me all this, then?” he asked, because he knew that Andy had more that he needed to say; so did he.

“I did, but you were so sure that I was lying about me and Billy, that you had closed your ears and heart to me.” Michael shrugged his shoulders as he always did when he did not know how to respond. “I love you even now, Michael; I never stopped loving you, but my heart, it cannot take anymore pain from you … it just can’t.”

Andy stood and walked over to the window, and slightly flinched when he felt Michael come up behind him. He wrapped his arms around Andy, resting his cheek on Andy’s shoulder. He could hear Andy’s heart pounding, feel his warmth, it chilled him. Why? Because Andy wanted him as much as he wanted him. But that was not enough, just wanting each other, Andy wanted it all back, a man to come home to, who loved him, trusted and believed him as much as he did his man.

Andy turned and faced Michael; Michael’s arms still encircled Andy, and he pulled Andy against him. Andy felt as if trapped in a vice; Michael’s arms were strong and unyielding. Of all things that Andy could have possibly thought of at that moment, he remembered his horoscope that he had read that morning.

A love as strong as time will invade your life today, but it comes with a price, it had begun. It won’t be easy to love, because the gods of fate, confusion, doubt and worry will try to hamper this love. If you will but reach out and embrace this love, something infinitely pure and stronger will rise from the ashes of a failed love.

Michael felt Andy’s movement as he twisted slowly from his grasp, but Michael made no move to stop him. He opened his eyes, barely, allowing his dark lashes to shield them as he watched Andy.

Night was falling and the sky was ablaze with gold and crimson, streaked against the gray of the dying day. The water of the Connecticut River reflected its glow like thousands of diamonds glittering to greet the night.

As Michael watched, Andy, felt like hours had passed as he stood there shivering and wrapped in a towel. Andy gasped slightly at the shock of the cold air from the air conditioner, caressed the back of his neck and caused him to shiver. He turned and the waning sunlight on his hair, as if caught in a spell of magic that had suddenly touched upon it, made the strands appear like pure gold mixed with a hint of copper.

Andy stood shivering as his nipples grew tall and hard as he wrapped his arms around himself. Andy looked like he had been set afire to Michael, as if a cloak of sunlight had embraced and then ignited him, bathing him in a rich and radiant glow.

Michael opened his eyes fully and leaned against the wall and drew in a deep breath. Andy turned suddenly around and stared at him, Andy’s eyes went wide — amber pools the color of the sunset as Michael stared at him.

Michael’s eyes slowly descended down Andy’s body, over his chest, down to his abdomen and finally to his sex, hard and covered by a towel. It was enhancing to Michael to see the full rise of Andy’s manhood again, even if it was covered.

Michael suddenly smiled that familiar roguish grin of his; he thought how easy it would be to just take Andy and make him his again, but with the fading sun’s light bathing him, Andy looked like some Greek god come to life, alluring, enchanted and handsome beyond all words.

His grin began to fade, although his eyes remained riveted to Andy’s. The air blowing on him was cold, but Michael felt uncomfortably hot, as if fire had replaced his blood. His limbs were tense, his muscles coiled and tightened … and damn, if he didn’t feel his breath coming hard and jagged from lungs that seemed to burn! His desire for Andy was painful, tearing at his gut like a gnawing hunger, tightening him, hardening him, when he hadn’t touched Andy except with his eyes.

Michael had always been a man who took what he wanted, and when he wanted it. But not now; no, be patient with this one, his conscience told him. He had been certain that … that he had found his soul mate in Andy back then, and now he was all the more certain of it. Be gentle and let him come to you, Michael that… inner voice further counseled.

But he had lived for ten years with a constant longing to find Andy and again, set his world on fire. Andy did not know this, but his desire and need for him had consumed his every thought.

He lifted his hand up and out to Andy, “Come here, my heart,” he said softly.

Andy hesitated, and in those moments, Michael prayed mentally that Andy’s heart would not refuse him.

Michael’s pride demanded that he go to Andy and take him, but he stood patiently waiting, unwilling to let it come to that. If there was to be any kind of reconciliation it would have to first come from Andy, who had been severely hurt by him.

Michael knew this and remembered Andy’s reaction when he had first met him and kissed him, as if Andy were his. Although Andy had rebuked him, Michael could sense even then, that Andy secretly loved the kiss. Like then, there had been some kind of aura or invisible power around Andy, telling Michael to tread carefully with my heart.

Michael walked to Andy slowly, ignoring that voice in his head that told him to ‘wait and make him come to you.’ Not once did he stop gazing at Andy’s eyes; it was imperative that he come to Andy and not Andy to him, because he had been the one that mortally wounded his heart. If he came forcefully, demandingly … Andy would run.

Andy watched Michael come, shivering against the cold air as Michael stopped before him. Andy’s arms were bare; the fine hair glistened with the fading light. Michael’s eyes held his as he lifted Andy’s hands and set them on his chest.

His eyes at last left Andy’s as he watched the gentle movement of his own fingers as they caressed the flesh of Andy’s shoulders. Andy shuddered.

‘Is it the cold that he shivered from, or is it my touch?'  Michael asked himself.

Michael’s eyes met his again. “It is fate you know, that we're together, in this house and like this,” he said quietly to Andy.

Andy did not answer him at first, but neither did his eyes waver from Michael’s.

“I knew that this moment would happen, Andy, I prayed to God that it would be so. And now look, here you are … with me,” he whispered huskily.

Again, Andy did not run nor speak, but stood there stoically and gazing into Michael’s eyes. Andy had once told Michael, that the eyes were the windows of the soul, and although the lips may lie, the eyes never could.

“I’m sorry for kissing you earlier, Andy, it was wrong of me to be so presumptive. Because a kiss should not be a shameful thing, some of regret, but such, that it is given and taken willingly.” He offered Andy a crooked smile. “It should be sensuously filled with promise of more to come for both.” 

Such a questioning glitter touched Andy’s eyes that Michael laughed.

“I swear by my soul, that I love you, Andy!”

Andy sighed; lowering his lashes over his eyes, took a breath and then allowed them to open fully. “I know, I see it in your eyes, which cannot lie, but show the truth that is in your soul.”

Michael’s lips slowly lowered toward Andy’s. No, Andy would not fight him, or what was happening between them. Coming from Andy, the words were as close to a willing consent to proceed further, as Michael was ever going to get.

Michael kissed him, as he moved his fingers across Andy’s shoulders and with a touch as soft as a whisper, trailed them down Andy’s arms. A flush rose throughout Andy when his nipples, their peaks a dusty brown and already hard from the cold air, grew even harder from Michael’s touch. His fingers went to the towel; he undid the knot, letting it fall to his ankles.

Andy was like the sunset to Michael, shrouded in innocence, yet not innocent.

“I’m going to freeze,” Andy told Michael nervously, and Michael knew that it embarrassed Andy to stand naked before him. He took Andy into his arms, freeing him from the look of passionate hunger in his eyes.

“I will make you warm,” Michael assured Andy, and his mouth was hot with that promise as he took Andy’s in a deep, thirsting kiss.

Instantly, Andy thought of Michael’s kiss earlier, his lips seemed to meld with his, widen, taking the whole of Andy’s mouth, moist and demanding, and yet … they promised more.

Andy felt a strange sensation, a weakness and also, sweetness had invaded his bones, his blood. His nipples were hard against Michael’s chest. The course hair there teased him. His chest was so hard … Andy pressed his palms against it, not to push Michael away, but to feel him with his fingertips.

Michael stepped away. Andy was afraid that he would falter and fall. He did not, and Michael reached out a strong, suntanned hand and squeezed Andy’s chest, his thumbs teased each nipple. Andy lowered his lashes, unable to meet Michael’s eyes as he remembered his prophecy:

If you will reach out and embrace this love, something infinitely pure and stronger will rise from the ashes of a failed love.

It was then that Andy, with his eyes closed, remembered Billy. He couldn’t even summon a likeness of Billy’s face to his mind’s eye. The name was confusion; memory of him was nothing more than a clouded haze from his youth.

Someone moaned softly; it was Andy. He had stepped toward Michael, burying his face against Michael’s chest, slipping his arms around his neck. He stumbled in the tangle about his ankles that was the towel, and Andy didn’t mind when Michael lifted him and carried him to his bed … their bed. Andy closed his eyes and rested pliantly against him. It had been years since Michael had carried him, and it caused sudden warmth to run through him.

Andy didn’t know how to reach out and seize that elusive promise, there had been too many years of aching, hurting for him to do so, it would have to be Michael, the one who had caused the pain, to do so. He felt drugged by the beauty of the moment and the tenderness of Michael’s touch. A dazzling spell of magic seemed to encompass him … them, and he allowed the magic to swirl; the sweetness that rendered Andy’s limbs so very weak grew and…

He was naked and found himself lying on the bed, still cold from the sudden absence of Michael’s body. He opened his eyes and looked into Michael’s, and saw him smiling down at him from beside the bed. He had discarded his briefs, and he looked like the statue of David, that he had once seen in an art magazine. Michael crawled onto the bed, like a lion stalking its prey and Andy suddenly felt vulnerable in his nakedness when Michael’s hands touched him.

Michael’s fingertips, light and feathery, touched Andy’s cheek, caressed and outlined his jaw. That soft touch followed along his throat, and long before Michael did so, Andy was craving that he would touch his nipples. Still, it was that feathery touch, circling, as elusive as a breeze. Andy tried hard to remain still.

Lazily … leisurely … that gossamer touch moved along Andy, and he felt Michael with each rib … drawing idle patterns along his waist … making Andy burn deep within as the strokes crossed low over his abdomen.

Andy heard Michael’s whisper, close to his ear, “Are you alright?”

“No.” He was far from alright; he needed more.

Michael smiled, watching Andy’s mouth form the word. Until that moment, he had been almost afraid to touch him. Stretched out on the bed, one long, muscular leg angled slightly at the knee, Andy’s nakedness entirely free of blemish, had appeared so pure and innocent that he had felt it almost irreverent to touch him.

It was then that he felt the fool. 'What am I doing?'  He wondered, looking down at Andy’s innocence, feeling as if he continued further, he would defile Andy.

Perhaps, because he had kissed him earlier, the man before him had eluded him, and therefore he felt, in a way, he had robbed himself of any chance with Andy. It had been but a kiss done without thought, but he had meant to take more. He had to have more; the obsession that the kiss had stirred in him remained. It had grown like the winds of a summer storm, beginning gently and increasing into a force to be reckoned with. Michael would know no peace until he had grasped Andy’s elusive quality and held it in his hands.

“Michael,” Andy whispered, not in protest, but in need.

The scarcely heard whisper of a single word, his name, had changed Andy. The handsomeness was still there; the innocent perfection. But Andy’s mouth remained slightly parted; he moistened it with the tip of his tongue, and the hard, rising nipples heaved with the quickened intake of his breath.

Michael bent over Andy, nuzzling against the cleft between his rock hard pecks, teasing the flesh with his tongue. He traced a wet path to a nipple that crested into a hardened challenge. He felt Andy shudder, and he knew that he shuddered himself as he savored the sweet succulence of Andy’s flesh, swathing him with his tongue, and then nipping gently with his teeth before drawing the nipple hard into his mouth.

Soft sounds were coming from Andy’s mouth … whispers … moans … whimpers, rustling and seeming to whirl like a tempest about Michael, within him. His hands splayed over Andy’s hips, holding Andy to him. Michael rolled onto his back, bringing Andy with him, groaning softly as he felt Andy’s flesh against his, and every inch of the man’s nakedness was a burning caress to Michael’s flesh.

Andy’s eyes were open; he gazed at Michael, startled by the movement. Michael slipped a hand around Andy’s neck and drew his face to his, kissing his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then his lips. Again his kiss was long and passionate as Michael’s left hand cupped Andy’s head, and his right moved along his back, caressing him with the same teasing touch.

Michael explored the length of Andy’s spine, grazed the curve of his waist, and enjoyed the hard, swelling rise of his ass. The he rolled again, pinning Andy beneath him. His touch was no longer feather-light, or slow. He needed to feel Andy, to soothe the fever in his palms with the masculinity of Andy’s flesh. His hands were rugged and calloused; yet where they touched upon Andy roughly, he soothed him with the gentle healing of his kiss and with the soft stroke of his tongue. He wanted to arouse Andy, but more than that, he was fascinated by his scent; it was a mixture of soap as well as his masculine scent, woodsy and earthy all at the same time.

Andy no longer lay still; he writhed and arched to the play of Michael’s hands and lips. Michael gloried in Andy’s motion, and felt the strength of his desire thunder within him. He moved lower on Andy, driven by some demon kind of the wind, to know that Andy would welcome him. Michael savored the triumph as he savored Andy’s masculine intimacy, knowing that he had taken from Andy any and all will to resist, and given him the beauty of moment that was nature’s gift to them.

Michael sought forgiveness.

Michael rose above Andy, laughing as Andy’s eyes met his, and then fell as flush touched Andy’s cheeks. He caught Andy with his kiss again, and Andy tasted the fervor of Michael’s passion. Andy did not remember ever wanting Michael so much, yet he was between his thighs, and Andy had wrapped his limbs around him. The sweetness had invaded Andy completely; it burned, it raged and it consumed. It was so wonderful, so erotic that it held a strange kind of agony, yet Andy did not want it to end. His fingers dug into Michael’s arms, and he was awed by the hardness and power of them. Andy returned his kiss with a fervor that also awed him; he wanted to taste Michael, to feel him against his own body, his own flesh. Even as they hungered for each other, Michael teased him, moving against him, hard and potent, yet not entering into him, but then not soothing that burning sweetness either.

Andy ran his fingers over Michael’s back and faltered at a scar. He ran his finger around it for a moment, touched it once more, and then found his firm ass-cheeks. They, too, were hard and round and rock-muscled. Andy pressed against them with his fingers and at last Michael moved. The essence of pleasure itself could be heard in Andy’s shudder and gasp, as Michael slowly slid his hardened length fully into Andy.

Andy had welcomed him, wanted him, and craved him. A liquid warmth, embracing shield shrouded Andy. Michael wanted to go slowly, to assure himself further that Andy would know the exquisite joy they could reach together. But his own need, held in careful abatement for so long, rose to engulf him. Desire drove him to a hell-bent rhythm, with shuddering strokes that invaded … sought and rendered.

But it didn’t matter, for Andy was ready to meet him. He knew with a satisfaction that was ambrosial that Andy’s hips writhed and undulated beneath his. Andy’s face was buried against Michael’s shoulder and his muted cries were the loveliest melody; his hands, so uninhibited upon Michael, were the closest thing to heaven that Michael had ever known.

Long, passion-filled minutes played out, and then Michael felt Andy tense beneath him, around him, as shudder after glorious shudder gripped Andy. Andy’s cry was almost startled, yet it was a gasp that tapered into a soft moan, as his climax erupted. Michael allowed all that was within him to explode like liquid fire, and then the guttural groan of replete, satisfaction that he heard was his own.

“Welcome home, babe,” Michael whispered after he had withdrawn and pulled Andy to him.

“Am I, Michael? Am I welcomed home to stay,” he asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“You are forever welcomed in my heart and home, Andy. I was wrong to say those things to you … forgive me?”

“How can I not, for your eyes apologized and begged forgiveness long before your lips asked;” he kissed Michael hard, savoring the fullness of the man’s lips as Michael’s tongue invaded his mouth.

They made love twice more and the sun had fully set when they finally curled into a spooning position with Michael possessively holding Andy to him.

“I’m home,” Andy whispered contentedly and then drifted off to sleep.

To be continued…

Posted: 03/21/14