Friends and Lovers Page 2

  “Come on in, Jack. Dinner’s almost ready.”

  “You look real good, Tom.”

  “Oh.” Tom actually appeared flustered by the compliment. “Thanks. So do you. Um…”

  “Something sure smells good. Here.” Jack handed him the cheesecake. “Why don’t you put this in the fridge?”

  “Yes. Sure. Want a beer while I’ve got the fridge opened?”

  “I thought maybe this?” He held out the bag. “The clerk at the wine shop said this Zinfandel should go good with a grilled steak.”

  “You bought wine?”

  “Well, yeah.” Had he screwed up?

  “Aw, Jack. That’s so… sweet!”

  “It’s okay, then?” He overlooked the play on his name.

  “Yes, it is.” Tom’s face was alight with pleasure, and he took a step toward him. Jack stood his ground. If Tom wanted to kiss him, well, he was going to let him. But Tom pulled himself up short and gave a lopsided grin. “Why don’t you go on out to the patio? The table is all set, and it will just take a second to decant the wine.”

  This time Jack himself was disappointed. “Sure thing, buddy. Here. Let me take the salad.”

  Jack was familiar with Tom’s backyard. When Tom had had plans drawn up to landscape the small wilderness behind his house, Jack had volunteered to lay the patio. It was a combination of pavers and cracked stone. Trellises covered with climbing, night-blooming jasmine, honeysuckle, and New Dawn roses separated it from the now-lush, manicured lawn.

  He set the large wooden salad bowl on the table and lit citronella candles to keep the mosquitoes at bay, then leaned against an archway. Tonight he was going to… to fuck a man. He waited for a sense of panic to swamp him.

  “Dinner’s ready, y’all. Come an’ get it.”

  Jack turned to face his friend, smiling broadly. Panic was nowhere to be found.

  Dinner was finished. The dirty dishes were stacked in the sink, soaking, and the charcoal in the grill was slowly burning down to glowing ash. Before them on the table were cups of coffee brewed from freshly-ground beans, and the cheesecake slathered with mounds of whipped cream.

  “Mmm.” Tom’s eyes were closed in sensual bliss as he took a final bite. “How did you know I had a weakness for amaretto cheesecake?”

  “C’mon, Tom. Everyone knows what a sweet tooth you have.” Jack couldn’t tear his eyes from the bit of whipped cream that clung to the corner of his friend’s mouth. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward, but Tom, his eyes still closed, was unaware, and he caught it on his tongue. Jack drew back, perturbed.

  “Well,” Tom deliberately thickened his accent, “Ah thank you, ma mama thanks you, and ma sistah thanks you.”

  “Well, all y’all are welcome.” Jack’s frown was hidden by a forkful of the sinfully rich dessert.

  You wanted to lick that whipped cream off his mouth?

  Yeah. Got a problem with that?

  Jack started to smile. Nope. He really didn’t.

  Tom saw the way he was looking at him. He put his coffee cup down on the table, then stood and did the same with Jack’s.

  “Hey, Jack,” he said softly, holding out his hand, “why don’t we go inside and listen to some music?”

  Jack entwined his fingers with his friend’s and followed him into the house.

  “So that’s what they’re callin’ it these days, babe?” Jack leaned over and nuzzled the sleepy man beside him.

  “Huh?” Tom blinked and stretched.

  “Listening to music? I mean once you started sucking on my toes, I didn’t hear much beyond my heart pounding. And when you started tonguing my nuts…”

  “Any complaints, buddy?”

  “You know I have none.” Jack took Tom’s earlobe between his teeth and bit down. “What… er… what about you?”

  For a second there was an odd look on his friend’s face, but then Tom grinned. “Not a one. You’ve got a dick that satisfied my every desire.”

  “So… uh…”

  “C’mon, dude, spill it out!”

  “Will you let me spend the weekend?”

  Again that odd look, and Jack felt his gut twist. I’m not backing down. He’s my friend. He’s more than my friend, he’s my…

  “You’re not gonna let me go back to sleep unless I say yes, are you?”

  “Nope.” Keep it light, man. Don’t let him know how much this means to you. Not yet.

  “Then I guess you’re staying. Now, do me a favor and go to sleep.” Tom buried his head under his pillow, and soon soft snores signaled his successful journey to the land of Nod.

  Sleep didn’t come as easily to Jack.

  He liked what he’d done with Tom, liked the blood-hot, snug feel of Tom around his dick, liked the sounds his friend… his lover… made as he’d plowed him into the mattress.

  And after he’d come, Tom Hansom, the man who’d worn leather, rode a hog, and refused to let anyone get close to him, Tom had cried and begged his best friend to kiss him. Jack had brushed his lips over Tom’s forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and then settled them on lips that were parted with panting, desperate need.

  Jack spooned behind Tom, pulling him against his groin, and his dick twitched. “Let the man sleep, Sweet Jack. We’ve got the whole weekend.”

  “You… say something…, Jack?”

  “No, babe.”

  “Mmm...” Tom was back asleep before the last consonant left his mouth.

  Jack rested his head on the pillow and stroked curious fingers over his lover’s almost hairless chest. It wasn’t anything like lying next to one of his ex-wives.

  This was even better.

  What they’d found together was more than a weekend fling.

  It might take some doing, Tom could be a stubborn cuss. But so could he, and he had every intention of persuading Tom that come Monday, Jack was moving in.

  Chapter 2

  Oh, What a Night

  The man Tom Hansom had in his bed was nothing like his usual twinks, and though he was tempted to forget the night’s agenda and do what he should have done the first time they’d met, when Jack took him down with a full-body tackle, he didn’t. Tom was not the night’s fucker, he was the fuckee, and he concentrated on showing his best friend a good time.

  Jack Sweet couldn’t believe this. He was lying, naked, on Tom Hansom’s bed. His best friend’s bed, his gay best friend.

  Jack was straight. He was 6’4”, a big bear of a man who dwarfed his companion.

  And yet it was he, on his back, who writhed helplessly, in mindless abandon, on sheets which were quickly becoming rumpled and hot.

  Strong fingers gripped his ass cheeks with bruising power, separating them. Before he could feel embarrassed at having that part of his anatomy exposed, Tom’s tongue began exploring his hole, stroking across it, probing it.

  “Tom! Sweet jesus, Tom! That’s… it’s…” He had no words to describe what he was feeling, what his friend was doing to him.

  Tom pulled back long enough to grin at him. “You like what I’m doing?”

  “Fuck, yeah man!”

  “Dude, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

  Jack was so open, so ready for what Tom was doing to him.

  “Nooo!” he groaned when Tom stopped. He pulled his legs back to encourage his friend to continue.

  “Oh, I’m not done with you yet!” Tom dove down onto Jack’s dick and swallowed it.

  “Oh, sweet… that feels… don’t stop, please don’t stop!” He shuddered as he felt Tom hum around the mouthful of pure Southern cock.

  Jack had gotten blow jobs before, but this was the first one he’d had from someone who knew what he was doing.

  He grunted in surprise as a slick finger pushed gently at his hole, but he was feeling too good to object. And when Tom found his prostate and rubbed it in time with the way he sucked Jack’s dick, Jack couldn’t have objected if his very soul depended on it.

  He knew how his father would react if he ever learned his son
had done something so beyond the pale – he’d often heard the old man denounce what he called the deviant behavior of sodomites from his pulpit – so he didn’t think about it.

  Words spilled from his lips, a garbled litany of incomprehensible, amazed pleasure. Sweat rolled along the hollow of his cheekbones. It beaded at his hairline and trickled into his eyes, and he blinked furiously against the sting. He had to remember to breathe, and he had to struggle not to tighten his palms on the head that was bobbing up and down on his dick and urge faster movement.

  The hot suction, the wicked tongue, the flicks and licks and nips… Jack lost his head and came with a howl.

  Tom seemed to know when Jack’s dick was too sensitive for even the lightest touch, and while Jack lay there gasping like a beached fish, trying to get enough air into his lungs, his best friend carefully let him slip from his mouth, then sat back on his heels.

  Jack opened his eyes in time to see Tom catch a dribble of come on his tongue.

  Ah, shit! The afterglow of good sex vanished. Shit, piss, fuck, and goddammit all to hell!

  Julie, his second wife, had hated like hell going down on him. The first time she’d grudgingly done it, he’d been overwhelmed by the fantastic sensations and hadn’t thought to warn her he was about to come. She’d screamed at him, rushed into the bathroom to gargle the taste of him from her mouth, and then had given him the deep freeze for days, even refusing to cook dinner for him. Finally, feeling like a wuss but wanting to have peace in his house, if only for the sake of his kids on those days when he had them, he’d gone out and bought her a tennis bracelet with diamond chips.

  He’d winced at the cost, but Julie, with reproachful forgiveness, had let him back into their bed, and a form of peace had been restored.

  What Tom had just done to him was so far beyond Julie’s reluctant attentions… Jack gnawed on his lip. What was he going to do if his friend was pissed with him?

  What was he going to do if Tom didn’t want to be his friend any more?

  “Buddy…” Jack winced at the begging tone in his voice. He looked up into Tom’s eyes.

  Tom was grinning like a loon. “You taste good, Jack.” He caught a stray drop on his finger, sucked it into his mouth and licked his lips, and winked at him.

  It’s okay! Jack was so relieved that he grabbed Tom’s arms, pulled him down onto his chest, and kissed him.

  No tongues, but for his first guy-guy kiss ever, it wasn’t awful; in fact, it was damned nice, and he thought maybe he’d like to try it again. He told Tom as much.

  “Jack. Dude, you said you didn’t want to kiss me.” Tom sounded stunned. “You… Why did you?”

  “Can’t a guy change his mind?” He loosened his grip on his best friend and met his eyes, smiling as they warmed. He could feel the tension leave Tom’s body. “I just have one question for you now.”

  “Yeah?”

  “How in hell can I match that?”

  Tom extended his arms out to the side and flopped backwards onto the bed, the smile on his face so boyish and happy that Jack grinned in automatic response.

  “I told you, Jack. Whatever you feel comfortable doing. We can do anything you want.”

  “Anything?” He suddenly had an idea. It had felt so good when Tom had tongued his hole. Who would have thought that area could be so sensitive? And dammit, he was a considerate lover. The least he could do was give Tom a taste of his pleasure back.

  “Uh… Jack?”

  “Okay, buddy. You said anything.” Jack’s grin broadened. He licked his way across Tom’s torso, from one nipple to the other, to the sensitive spot below his arm, tugging gently on his underarm hairs, inhaling his clean, masculine odor. “You smell good, babe. No deodorants. I really like that.”

  He paused at Tom’s navel and found that his friend was as ticklish there as he was. Tom convulsed. He rolled around on the bed like a little boy, making sounds that had Jack chuckling as he rubbed his cheek against Tom’s treasure trail of hair that led from his torso to his groin. Then he moved down lower, nuzzled Tom’s dick out of the way, and mouthed his balls, sucking on them gently.

  But they weren’t Jack’s ultimate goal; he had something else in mind, and it made him feel absolutely adventurous.

  With an audible slurp, he let them slide out of his mouth and gave them a final lick before he braced Tom’s legs on his shoulders. His broad palms rested on each taut, toned ass cheek, and he spread them.

  “You know something, buddy? You’ve got an ass like a green watermelon! So hard, so…”

  “Jack? What are you…?” Tom’s question dissolved into a gurgle of incoherence that matched what he’d drawn from Jack.

  Jack couldn’t speak, because his mouth, his lips and teeth and tongue were busy eating his friend’s hole. Is that what I sounded like? Oh, yeah, Tom, make that sound again. Man, oh, man! I have to remember to tell Tom this is even better than eating pussy!

  Gradually Jack’s dick became very interested in the proceedings. It swelled, thickened, lengthened. But this one was for Tom, and he sternly admonished it to behave.

  When he judged that his friend was inches away from orgasm, Jack pulled back.

  “Huh? What…” There was a glazed, dazed look in Tom’s eyes. “Dammit, Jack, why’d you stop?”

  “Um… Tom… were you serious about me doing that other thing?”

  “What other…” Tom’s eyes sharpened. “You mean about me wanting you to fuck me? Damn straight I was serious!”

  “Cool! What do I do?” Jack’s dick was bobbing, and he spared it a brief glance. Sweet Jack was going to get some, and it didn’t much care where it was going to poke its head, as long as it was hot and tight.

  “The supplies are on the nightstand. You’ll have to stretch me a bit, I haven’t done this since…” He bit off the rest of what he’d been about to say.

  “It’s okay, Tom.” Jack leaned forward and kissed the hinge of his friend’s jaw. “I’ll take care of you.”

  Tom looked disgruntled. “I’m the experienced one here.”

  “Then quitcherbitchin’ and tell me what to do.”

  “Okay, put some of the lube on your fingers. Let it warm!” he growled as Jack moved to smooth it over his hole.

  “Sorry.” But Jack knew Tom was teasing him; he was grinning, his dick was hard and oozing precome, and his hole yielded sweetly to the pressure of Jack’s lubricated finger. Things were progressing nicely.

  Jack squeezed out more lube, inserted a second finger, and twisted them. He found the small bump he was searching for and listened to Tom becoming as desperate as he’d been when his prostate had been manipulated.

  This is nothing like when Doc Wilson tells me to turn my head and cough! Jack’s laugh was silent, and he watched intently as a third finger disappeared into his friend’s body.

  “Jesus, Jack, what the fuck are you doing?”

  “Hey, I know the drill, buddy.”

  “Huh? What drill?”

  “You know. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, dick.”

  “Where the fuck did you hear that?”

  “Online. I told you I’m not completely computer illiterate.” After Tom had asked him for this favor, Jack had done a little research, and had found some really illuminating sites on the Web.

  Tom gave a snort of laughter. “Never mind. If you aren’t trying to kill me, then just get a condom the fuck on and do me!”

  “Whatever you say, buddy.”

  Jack’s fingers trembled as he tore the packet and withdrew the rubber.

  Tom was shivering, and Jack looked up quickly, but he could read nothing on his friend’s face beyond impatient desire. He smoothed the condom over his dick and applied a liberal coating of lubricant. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Tom, even inadvertently.

  “Okay, here we go.” Jack positioned his dick at his friend’s hole and began to push. The tight ring of muscle resisted, and then gradually yielded to accept the bulk of his dick. “Jesus, you’
re so hot!”

  He kept his eyes on Tom’s face, stopping when he saw the tense curl of his mouth.

  “It’s okay,” Tom gasped, “just… just give me a second…”

  “So hot. So tight! It’s a… a good thing you took the… the edge off for me, babe,” Jack said between gritted teeth. “Otherwise I’d be slamming into you like it was nobody’s business, and I don’t want to hurt you…”

  “No way,” Tom managed to say, “you’d never hurt me. Ahhh. That’s better.” His grimace was replaced by a wide-eyed grin, and he locked his ankles behind Jack’s back and rocked his hips.

  Jack gave a surprised grunt. He was buried deep in Tom’s ass, surrounded by heat, and he swore. It had never been like this, not with his ex-wives, not with the occasional women he’d dated.

  He grinned himself when Tom’s eyes suddenly grew wide; he let out a deep groan, and Jack knew he’d found his prostate.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” It became a mantra.

  “That’s… that’s what I’m… I’m doing, buddy.” Jack’s hips rocked in time to it, driving deeper into his friend’s snug, hot ass. He wrapped his fingers around Tom’s dick and started to jerk him off, loving how the skin slid against his palm like warm silk.

  “Harder, Jack! I’m not made of glass! Fuck me harder, goddammit! I’ve never felt… This is so… You’re so… Harder, goddammit!”

  Suddenly, Jack howled. “What did you do?”

  Tom’s smile was smug.” I squeezed your… your dick with my ass.”

  “Well, damn!”

  “Want me to stop?”

  “Fuck, no!”

  Tom laughed and clenched his internal muscles rhythmically, and Jack drove into him with increased intensity.

  They were both sweating and panting. Jack leaned forward and licked the drops from Tom’s adam’s apple, “God, I love the way you taste!” then changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, dipped his head to take a nipple between his lips and suckle strongly, rubbed his thumb across the slit at the tip of his friend’s dick and pressed down firmly.