Bad Boy 3
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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Previously
Thomas pulled Sean down onto him and kissed him lightly. Again with mischief, Thomas looked at him, "Now we both need a shower ... together! Who knows where that might lead?" They did and it did lead somewhere. Hot, very hot.
Sean woke with arms around him and a very hard cock moving up and down his crack. The sensation was new to him and quite arousing. As he came more awake, the fear arose with it. He turned to give Thomas a kiss and that broke the contact. Those pleasurable sensations died and so did his bad feelings. He was still hard and after a quick pee, they eventually lost their erections in a very pleasurable way. They needed yet another shower.
Present
To Sean, everything was a new experience. Waking up in his bed with a guy's arms around him. Having sex with a guy before breakfast and sitting eating breakfast with the man, a half naked, attractive man who only had shorts on.
Thomas was saying something. He paused. "You look as if you are miles away."
"Sorry, I was just thinking that this, you, here in the morning, is all new."
"Good new or difficult new?"
Sean smile. "I am surprised. Good new."
They chatted until Thomas had a serious look on his face. Sean raised his eyebrows. "Is this the time when we have things to discuss?" Thomas nodded yes. Sean continued, "Can we do the easy stuff first?"
"Go ahead."
"Dates, Friday night at the club. We meet and go together. That will start a lot of talk. I have a hockey game Saturday afternoon and time with the guys.
"Good I have a shift that Saturday night but the next day off off. How about a walk down around the market and we cook supper here?"
"And then?"
"Your choice, big guy. I have an early shift Monday."
"Bring your razor and clothes."
"I have to change the conversation."
With a wary smile Sean looked at him intensely. "You want to talk about top and bottom. I guessed what you were doing last night and this morning. It is complicated. "Thomas knew the importance of silence and he looked softly at Sean. "OK, my older cousin did things to me." There were tears forming in his eyes. Thomas grabbed his hand but still remained silent.
"We were experimenting, light stuff, hands, mouths. One evening when his parents were out of town and I was staying over, I was 16, he was 18, we got into some liquor. He changed. Suddenly, aggressive and demanding. He was bigger and stronger than me at that age and he took me with no preparation and just a bit of spit. It hurt; I struggled but he just got rougher. After he finished, he called me a pussy, gay boy, faggot and threatened to tell everyone I was a fag. Who would they believe? Him, the big, popular jock or me? I stayed away as much as I could but he would get insistent and threatening. He was rough. It hurt a lot each time and I felt degraded. He didn't care; in fact, I think he did it on purpose. He wasn't gay; he was the tough jock! He tried again the summer after my first year at university and I beat the shit out of him. We have never talked since then."
"On the positive, you are the most considerate, gentle lover I have ever had. I like to think that I am the same but that may take a while. I have some suggestions, later."
"Thanks Thomas. You are the first person I have ever told."
Thomas smiled at him. "I feel privileged. I do have another matter for which I do not have an answer. You, me and other guys? I want us on the same wavelength if nothing else. Same expectations." He raised his eyebrows. "Your thoughts?"
"You really are a thoughtful, articulate guy. Just us?"
"Is that you want or what you think I want?"
"I want to try."
"OK, we try it but if either of us has any second thoughts, we have to have the guts to tell the other. I was blindsided once and it hurt like hell."
They washed the breakfast dishes. As they finished, Sean came behind Thomas and put his arms around him and pulled him tight while nuzzling his ear and neck. When they broke the embrace and he turned around, Sean looked up and down Thomas' body. Thomas' shorts were tented. The word obscenely flash through his mind.
Sean's reaction was instantaneous. "You cannot be serious."
"I told you I was horny and you just keep on making me worse."
"You will wear me out for hockey."
"Your decision. I shall leave it in your hands." He smirked picking up Sean's hands and kissing them.
As they were leaving quite a bit later, Sean looked at Thomas. "I figured that that was bravado after breakfast. You were incredible again."
"I had to exhaust you so you can get to sleep without me tonight."
"We have Sunday covered. What about Tuesday?"
"Damn, I forgot. I have soccer on Tuesday evening."
"You play soccer? What position?"
"Yes, a team from the hospital. I am a striker, a forward in your parlance."
"I know what a striker is! Can I come and see the game. We can go for a drink and come back here. Guys in shorts turn me on."
"Everything turns you on." Sean shrugged his shoulders smiling lecherously. He gave him directions to the pitch.
Sunday was a warm May day and the market was bustling with activity. There was a bit of local produce but Thomas had some ideas that needed vegetables from far away.
"Have you ever had eggplant?"
"Thomas, I don't even know what it looks like. I am from a family that ate meat and potatoes only, with some of the very common vegetables, much of it canned or frozen."
"OK, I suggest that we buy a cooked chicken and a risotto over at the deli and I'll make a special dish that you can help me with. Then to the wine store to buy a nice, special bottle of red at Vintages on the way home. I think that dessert can take care of itself?" Thomas looked at Sean with his head slightly sideways and just the beginning of a smile. "OK, we need some tomatoes, garlic, onion, basil, thyme, aubergine, that is eggplant, and some good, fresh Parmesan. Oh, cannot forget some good extra virgin olive oil. I know that there is no virgin back at your place." Sean groaned at his play on words. He didn't tell him that he liked it.
They arrived back at Sean's place quite late in the afternoon and Thomas opened a bottle of Prosecco which he was able to pick up chilled. He had bought some antipasto and they sat beside each other to eat and drink.
Thomas held up his glass for a toast. Sean took over. "To a really unexpected, great afternoon. To you who made it so good."
"To you Sean, santé."
Sean sipped his wine. "This is wonderful, fruity, crisp and with soft effervescence. A man of many surprises, Thomas."
"Now you may not be quite so joyful in a few minutes. You are my sous chef and in my kitchen, you obey." He said it sternly. Sean stood up straight, clicked his heals and said yes sir.
They sat for quite a long time eating, drinking and going over Sean's hockey game the day before and Thomas' rather hectic shift at the ER. Both men felt so relaxed and at ease that the time passed quickly. Suddenly, they both realized that it was getting late and they were hungry.
They had the water boiling in minutes and Thomas taught Sean how to peel tomatoes using boiling water explaining to a questioning look that they didn't want tough skins in his wonderful dish. He sliced the eggplant and the garlic and started to lightly sauté the eggplant in olive oil. He quickly taught Sean how to slice an onion. They soon had a heavenly smell of tomatoes, garlic, onions and herbs sauteing together. When everything was done, he put on a layer of aubergine topped with the tomato mixture and little parmesan, repeating it for a second layer and put it in the oven. In the last minutes, he would put the remainder of the Parmesan on the dish under the broiler.
It was good and they were both very hungry by the time they ate. "Thomas, this was fantastic. You really are more than a pretty face."
"I'll give you a pretty face. Let's sit on the couch and sip the last of our wine and see if we can think of an appropriate dessert course."
They started to move hands over each others hands, arms and legs. It was Thomas who eventually expanded the dessert idea. His hands and fingers had reached a very hard cock. As he stroked it through Sean's jeans, "Sean, I think that I have found my lollipop or should I say my sucker." Sean groaned and rolled his eyes at his words. Not deterred at all, Thomas opened Sean's fly and soon had his cock out. "One of my favourite delicacies." His mouth and tongue were quickly working their magic on the head and then up and down his cock. "I like your taste especially after a day of activity." Sean's previous groan quickly turned to sounds of pleasure.
They left the next morning and they both realized that they were going to miss the other on Monday night. But Thomas thought to himself that it was a good idea not to monopolize Sean's time totally. This was an experiment for both of them. They were just dating and the sex and the closeness was intimate but that could wear off quickly especially for Sean who was not used to it. Nonetheless, they both thought about the other during the day and Tuesday was filled with anticipation.
The team was warming up when Thomas saw Sean coming on to the sidelines of the pitch. He gave a discreet wave to Sean. He realized they both had smiles on their faces. Tony, one of the medics on the ambulance service, noticed.
When they leaving the pitch to line up for the kick off, Tony came up to Thomas. "I think I see the reason for your very good spirits in the last days. Quite a stud. I am really happy for you, Doc."
"Thanks Tony, I thought I was being discreet."
"I just happened to catch it. It is between you and me."
The game was fast and well played. Thomas scored in the second half from inside the box on a pass from a midfielder. He had sidestepped a defender and managed to lift the ball up into the top right corner. A satisfying goal.
The final whistle blew and he was surrounded by jubilant players. Tony whispered in his ear, "Showing off to your friend. I hope he shows his appreciation for a fantastic goal."
"You'll never know. Thanks buddy."
Sean was beside himself with praise. "Shit, you played your heart out for the entire 90 minutes and that goal, inspired. You continue to amaze me. I hope you have some energy left."
"I guess you will have to wait and find out later. Coming for a drink with the guys? We do the same as you after hockey."
They group was raucous and Sean fitted right in with snide comments about how hockey was so much superior to football (soccer). He got a good natured, hard ride from the guys but he had the guys laughing with lots of repartee. As they left, Tony quietly told Thomas that he was a lucky guy.
They arrived home and Sean had decided to be the leader that night. They put Thomas' stuff in the bedroom and Sean immediately looked at him and started to undress him. "I think that you need a shower after your great efforts tonight. I think that I need one too."
He finished undressing Thomas. Thomas was already half way to full size. "Sean, let me. I really like undressing you. Such a lovely body. His hands showed their appreciation."
The shower was erotic as they each cleaned the other thoroughly in all areas. Sean pushed Thomas onto the bed and started kissing and scratching him with his beard from his face to his thighs. Without touching his cock, Sean opened Thomas' legs wide, lifted him up putting a pillow under him and started to lick his ass and then his crack. Eventually, Sean's tongue found his opening and he skillfully licked it and pushed his tongue in a far as he could. Thomas had his hands on Sean's head causing him to increase or decrease the pressure. "Sean, Sean I am ready."
"Not quite yet." He said it softly. Sean lay in the same position that Thomas had been in and he put the pillow under himself. Then he gave Thomas a nod giving him permission to copy him. Sean was beyond anywhere he had been before.
Thomas stopped pressing his tongue into him and looked up. "Sean, I am going to do something. Please just go with me. I won't do a lot." He licked his finger while Sean watched. There was a beginning look of apprehension on Sean's face but Thomas just whispered it would be OK and not too much. He took the head of Sean's cock in his mouth and gently sucked him and put the tip of his slick finger on his hole and just circled the hole with it. Then he pressed in just a fraction and moved it around very gently and then came out.
Thomas looked at him and said very softly again as he lay down beside Sean. "Now I am ready."
As Sean pushed into Thomas, he could still feel the sensation of Thomas' finger in him. He marvelled at the incredible feelings that it had caused. Thomas' hands were all over his back and chest as he slid in and out. As the pressure built, he moved Thomas' legs off his back and up to his shoulder. In that position, he increased his speed. He was moaning telling Thomas how incredible he felt. Thomas was telling him that he was hitting him in all the right places. Both guys were making little noises in their throats. Finally, Thomas muttered oh shit and he started. He made sure that he accentuated every contraction and he could tell from the look on Sean's face and the change in his rhythm that he was over. Sean's face was mixture of pain and pure bliss as his body slowly stopped shaking. He lay on top of Thomas looking at him.
"A quick shower and then bed?"
They fell asleep touching each other feeling at peace with the world.
Thomas was up the next day early as usual and he was off. Sean suggested that they meet for supper after work and it was agreed. Thomas left on Thursday knowing that they would go to the club together and back to Sean's on Friday night. He had pressed the issue and it had been agreed that Thomas would go to the hockey game and out with the guys on Saturday. Taking a friend to the pub after a game would be a first for Sean and Thomas hoped that he had not pressed too soon.
Thomas had a great time at the club with the guys. He particularly liked Mike and his partner, Peter and was beginning to feel like part of the group. It had been quite a week with Sean meeting Thomas' friends and now spending time with Sean's. It was almost too good to be true. Thomas told himself to stop thinking like that.
As Thomas promised, he wore Sean out Friday night and Saturday morning. Except for the question of top and bottom, they both took an active role in that part of their life. Sean couldn't stop smiling at breakfast. Before they both knew it, they were at the rink and the game had started.
Thomas was surprised at the amount of physical contact in the league. In particular, he realized that the opposing team was quite rough and he winced several times at the boarding and elbows. Sean had scored a couple of nice goals and Mike had scored one. They were into the second period when Thomas notice that one of the other team, number 7, was singling out Mike for some rough hits. Mike was a little smaller than Sean and it looked as if he was attacking Mike not Sean, because of Sean's size and ability to handle the roughness.
He was watching number 7 on the opposing team carefully as he had been particularly rough from the beginning of the second period. Mike had the puck and was skating fast down the left wing towards the net. Number 7 used his skill and speed to force Mike towards the boards and suddenly Thomas saw number 7's stick go between Mike's legs and pull back. As he had done that, he had given Mike a very hard push with his body. Mike's head his the glass and there was loud bang as he hit the boards and he was lying inert on the ice. Thank god for helmets was one of Thomas' first thoughts.
On pure instinct, Thomas was over the boards and onto the ice before he could even form a coherent second thought. Mike was still not moving when he reached him. His head was bleeding profusely.
It was a head wound and they bled a lot. "I need a clean towel for the head." Meanwhile he was talking quietly to Mike who finally opened his eyes.
"Hey, Mike, it is Thomas. Don't move. You are OK. You hit your head on the glass and your upper body slammed into the boards. You have a cut on your head. It may bleed a lot but it is superficial. Your arm looks disjointed, possibly broken?"
"Thomas, it hurts like hell. I am sure that I cannot move it."
"Sean, call 911. I want some help from the medics and we shall probably move him to the hospital." He saw Sean dialling and talking on the phone. OK, one down.
Peter had come up looking very upset. "Peter, just talk to him and hold him if you want. Tell him not to move especially his head and neck. I think he is OK but I want it checked." Peter moved in and smiled and talked to his partner.
"Guys I want his skates and pads taken off and everything put in his kit bag. Get his pants off if you can. Move him as little as possible. I want a couple of blankets."
Thomas heard muttering behind but moving closer. It was number 7 who was suddenly speaking. "Come on don't be such a wimp. Get up and let's get this game going."
"He is not being moved until the medics get here."
"Who the hell do you think you are taking over and ruining our ice time." The guy moved closer muttering things at Thomas and Mike.
Thomas stood up. "Back off and shut up. I am doctor and he is not moving and this game is not starting until I say so." Thomas' voice had started softly and slowly increased in volume. He had a tone in his voice that he used with some of the druggies in the ER that spoke volumes by itself. It was low but intense almost without emotion and his face was a mask of determination. He stared the guy in the eyes. The guy started to bad mouth him again. Thomas looked at a fellow who seemed to be the captain of the opposing team. "Get, him, away and shut, him, up." Same tone.
The captain looked at him. "OK, doctor. Come on Steve over here, now."
Thomas had heard the ambulance arriving during the confrontation and he saw movement at the entrance to the rink. He felt the relief course through his body. He looked back at Mike to tell them that help had arrived. From behind him he heard. "Hey Boots, what's up? What are you doing here?"
He turned and there was Tony with a smile and the question. "Mr. Morelli, I came to watch the game and well ...."
Quietly, "Sorry, Doc, I shouldn't have been so familiar. What's up?"
He filled Tony in and then added out loud for all to hear, "Mr. Morelli, you have more experience in this than I do. It is your scene." The look of pride on Tony's face was wonderful as he went into action. A few minutes later, Tony told him that he concurred that it was a probable minor concussion and probably a broken bone in the left arm. They had put a collar on him just in case.
"Thanks Tony. I shall meet you at the hospital. This is Peter who is Mike's partner. Tell them that he can be with him. Don't let them get into the next of kin stuff. Take him in the ambulance?" He could see Peter's look of thanks. "Peter, give us Mike's keys. We'll get his car back to your place."
"Sorry about the Boots thing. I was just surprised. By the way, Sean is a stud. Wow that hockey gear."
"I'll get you for the Boots and believe me, he is a stud. Now get to work."
"Yes, sir" There were big smiles from both of them.
"Gentlemen, the rink is yours." He went to Sean to tell him that he was going to the hospital to oversee Mike and they agreed to meet there after the game. They arranged for Mike's car.
Again there was look of amazement and pride on Sean's face. "You were fantastic. I see how you could hold your own with the drunks and the druggies in the ER. Don't mess with the Doc. What was that about boots."
"They give nicknames to almost anyone that they get to know well. Doctor Martin, Doc Marten boots? I was lucky. Some are awful"
"Not lucky. You treated him as your equal, your colleague. He respects you. You really are a good man." They shared a quiet intimate moment.
Thomas parked his car and entered through the waiting room and found Peter there. He took Peter with him into the ER.
"Have a seat. Give me a couple of minutes to find out what is happening."
He found Mike in observation. He had lots of questions for the staff. He explained that he was the first responder and that Mike was a friend of a good friend. He checked everything and noted that Dr. Faisal had been assigned the case. He told Mike that he was a good man. He brought Peter back and left the two together. It was obvious how close they were. He let the staff know that Peter was to be treated as family and to get him on his cell if there were problems. When Sean came in a while later, he took him down to see Mike and they stayed for a few minutes. The pain killers had started to kick in and Mike was in fairly good spirits and they had scheduled an x ray. They had cleaned up his head and decided that there were no problems with the neck or spine.
Thomas asked, "Want to go back with the guys?"
"How about a quick drink to let them know how things are and then home. I kind of what to have some time alone!" Thomas loved Sean's sexy little smile.
He was treated like a hero when they arrived at the bar. There were lots of manly hugs and touches as the guys thanked him for what he had done for Mike and how he had dealt with Steve. They assured him that things were said and that Steve went home with a few bruises that he would remember the next day. It felt good to be accepted by a group of guys most of whom were straight and recognized his relationship with Sean.
Sean was incredibly gentle and they made love slowly for a long time until they both finished with a lot of noise and touches. They repeated it again the next morning. Both guys were beginning to realize that this was not just a fling. Sean realized that something had happened to him and he liked it. He was really liking what Thomas' finger was doing to him but still the irrational fear kept coming back. He would have to work on it.
Author's Note There is another chapter written. Hope you enjoyed this one.
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