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INTRODUCTION
Another long wait between chapters, I know. My apologies for the delay and my thanks to all the dear, constant readers who have been patient and taken the time to contact me with inquiries and encouragement.
A lot has happened in my life since we last spoke. Not only did I complete six weeks of physical therapy and travel a lot for work, I also got an unexpected promotion that I did not apply for or even consider a possibility. While the added responsibilities and pay raise is much appreciated, the added stress and time in the office have also made it harder to sit down, find the creative muse, and immerse myself back into Josh and Alex's lives.
The other thing that has consumed a great deal of my time is, against all odds, I find myself in a relationship. He's smart, funny, kind, incredibly grounded and stable, and awe inspiringly open and honest; a great guy all around (and just plain crazy cute, I might add) and I'm well aware that I am beyond lucky to have him. As is often the case in the early stages of a relationship you want to spend every moment together and we've pretty much tried to do that. So, I can blame that damn-near-close-to-perfect human being for the delay as well!
I hope you all had a wonderful Holiday Season and have an even better New Year and, as always, please keep reading.
-Cameron
CHAPTER 13
Abbey and I were well into our second bottle of wine, the first one still sitting empty on the table, when we heard the garage door opening. We'd been discussing just about everything other than Josh and our relationship. After her initial questions were answered and we'd both told the other how he felt, things fell back into an easy, casual conversation more quickly than I'd ever imagined they would. I was amazed at her ability to quickly absorb and interpret what was happening between her son and I then deal with it in such a detached manner. She was a good friend and I thought frequently how lucky I was to have her.
The siblings made their entrance quietly, both looking on edge and a little anxious. Based on their expressions it looked as though they wouldn't have been surprised to see a bloody crime scene. They both paused at the top of the stairs leading from the entryway to the living room and looked at us sitting there.
Finally, Abbey laughed and said, "Will you two relax? Everything's fine!"
Cadee smiled and I saw a look of fluttering relief dance across Josh's face as his eyes met mine. "It's all good," I reassured them both but kept my eyes locked on him knowing he needed my guarantee now more than anyone else in the room. "Why don't you two grab a couple of glasses and another bottle of wine then join us?"
"Alex," Abbey said, turning on me. "I don't believe either of my children are old enough to be drinking wine."
I shot her a look and rolled my eyes. "Really? You think they've never had a drink or two before?"
"Yeah, mom!" Cadee interjected, "Didn't you and I just finish off a six pack together last weekend?" I laughed despite myself; the worried look on Josh's face relaxed as he snorted, trying not to snicker out loud.
"Why am I always outnumbered around you three?" Abbey asked, feigning indignity. "Fine, fine. Get the glasses and the wine. I guess there's nothing a mother can do these days to prevent her children from becoming drunkards!"
"What do you expect?" Cadee asked. "Once they start dating older men it's all bad influences and misguided decisions from there."
Josh turned and gave her a look that could have killed and I felt my own cheeks flush with a bit of embarrassment. Cadee just smirked at us both and headed for the kitchen. Abbey turned and looked at me, then shot me a wink that made it clear she liked it when I was the one getting shit from her daughter instead of her.
They joined us with their glasses and the third bottle of wine. Josh sat in the middle next to me and his sister was on the far end, closest to her mom still in the chair. The drinks and conversation both flowed liberally and I was pleased to see how quickly Josh became comfortable with this new phase we'd entered together. Soon, he was reaching out and touching me, even holding my hand briefly, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I was even more pleased to note that Abbey didn't seem to give it a second thought either. By the time midnight came and went we were all warm and fuzzy and nicely buzzed. Abbey was the first one to call it a night.
"Well, folks," she announced, putting her glass on the table and yawning. "I don't know about you, but this old girl is ready for bed."
"Me, too," I agreed.
"Yes," Josh said, looking genuinely tired as he did. "It's been a long, eventful day for everyone I think."
After a moment, Abbey turned and looked at her son. "Josh, is it safe to assume that you don't normally sleep on the sofa if we're not here?"
The worried look returned to his face and he looked like a little boy ready to be scolded. He glanced down at his lap and nervously fiddled with the empty wine glass he was holding. "No," he answered quietly.
"And I'm also guessing you don't sleep in the guest room?" she asked.
Still looking down, he answered, "No. Not anymore. Not for awhile now."
Abbey took a deep breath, met my eyes briefly then looked back at him. "Well, then it seems silly for you to be out here just because we're here. Why don't you go ahead and sleep in Alex's room and get a good night's rest so you'll be ready to cook us that big Thanksgiving feast tomorrow?"
His head snapped up, a look of complete shock on his face. He looked at his mom first, then at me, then back to her. "Really?" he asked, still sounding very skeptical.
"Yes. I'm sure," she answered him.
A huge smile broke across his face and his eyes sparkled. My heart skipped a beat; it was good to see him smile like that again after the stress of the last few days. "Okay," he said finally. "Thank you. Really."
She smiled at him and it was stamped on her face how much she loved him. "You're welcome, baby." She stopped for a moment, seeming to think, then continued, "But please, for your mom, just sleep in that bed tonight. Nothing else, okay?"
He beamed then put his arm over my shoulders. "Okay!" he agreed then looked at me. "We promise. Right, Alex?"
I wanted to be anywhere else other than in that room on that sofa at that moment. Now I was the one looking down at my lap like a scolded little boy. "Of course," I muttered.
"Wow!" Cadee said. "Thank Christ that wasn't awkward."
Abbey and Josh both laughed. I did, too but I kept my eyes down until I knew Abbey had stood and started to walk away.
After the goodnights had been said and hugs shared all around, Josh and I retired to my bedroom, sliding the door closed behind us. After a bit of discussion we decided that a quick shower was in order for us both and that it would feel good to slip under the covers clean and fresh. We kept the shower as chaste as possible, simply enjoying the feel of being together as our hands soaped and rinsed the other's body. We both thickened and hardened a little, but neither of us gave into our lustier inclinations.
When we were both dry and after having brushed our teeth I felt a sudden silly urge and bent, sweeping his legs out from under him at the knees and supporting his back with my other arm. I held him, cradled, like a groom about to carry his blushing bride over the threshold.
He laughed and looked up at me then wrapped his arms around my neck. I expected him to fight or at least be a little annoyed but he wasn't. Still laughing he looked up at me and asked, "What are you doing, you weirdo?"
I looked down at him in my arms, meeting his eyes and laughed a little, too. A big, goofy smile spread across my face and I said, "I'm really not sure. I just suddenly felt like picking you up."
He laughed at me. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"So now that you've got me, what are you planning on doing with me?"
"I'm not entirely sure, actually," I confessed. He smiled even bigger and rolled his eyes at me. "Probably just carry you to the bed," I said.
"Okay, better get going old man. We wouldn't want your back to give out," he teased.
"I could hold you here all night if I wanted," I assured him.
"Is that so?" he asked before moving his warm, moist lips to my nipple and taking it into his mouth. An electric spark shot from chest directly to my dick as he began to suck and nibble at me. My knees weakened, but didn't buckle.
"Joshua! You better quit that if you don't want me to drop your ass on the floor," I warned.
He removed his mouth just long enough to say, "Then get me to the bed," before clamping back down and resuming the suckling.
I took his advice and started towards the door, taking care to turn sideways enough that I wouldn't hit his head on the frame, trying to ignore the feelings coming from my nipple and dick. I took three long strides to the bed then tossed him forward and away from me, like Van Helsing pulling a sucking vampire off his throat. He landed and bounced on the mattress, laughing, and then kicked at me. His heel connected with just the edge of my hip before I could pivot away.
"Ouch!" He whined. "That wasn't very romantic, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," I said, safely out of his kicking range now. "You're just lucky I didn't drop you on the floor or slam your head on the door frame, you little bastard."
He rolled over onto his stomach, showing me his ass and looking back over his shoulder at me. "You love it," he said coyly.
I just looked at him before crossing around the foot of the bed to the other side and pulling the covers back for both of us. I lay down on my back and he shimmied over to me so quickly I barely had enough time to settle in before his arm was over my stomach and his head was resting on my chest. I wrapped my arm around his back, pulling him closer to me. I felt his warm, soft cock press against my hip. It felt so good to hold him like this.
"You sure we can't do a little something before we go to bed?" he whispered into my chest.
"Very sure," I told him. "We promised your mom."
"Okay," he said, giving in easier than I had thought he would.
"Night, Joshua," I said and kissed the top of his head.
"Night," he said and we were both asleep moments later.
When I awoke it was completely dark in the room but I sensed Josh wasn't in the bed with me. I turned to look at the clock. It was a little after 3:00 in the morning. No sound or light came from the bathroom and I noticed the bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Wondering where he'd gone, I decided to go look for him. Heading out of the bedroom I turned towards the living room and descended the stairs as quietly as possible. To my left I noticed a faint glow coming from the kitchen so I walked that direction.
Coming around the corner I stopped and stared. Naked, he had the refrigerator door open and was bending over, peering inside. As always when presented with that smooth, beautiful ass of his I couldn't tear my eyes away from it and my dick started to harden immediately. It was as perfect as anything could be and I was able to just make out the tight, pink hole between his slightly parted cheeks. Throwing caution to the wind, I made my decision and padded on my bare feet across the kitchen as silently as I could, holding my breath as I did.
He jerked and gasped slightly when he felt my hands on his hips and my hard arousal pressing against him. But he relaxed as soon as he realized it was me and pressed back against me, rutting his ass up and down along my dick, which had fallen into his cleft. I was already leaking copiously and my precum spread in his crack as he moved against me. He stood up, pressing his back to my chest as I continued humping against him. I reach out and closed the refrigerator door.
I wrapped my arms around him, one across his flat stomach the other around his chest. I started to tweak and twist his nipples, causing him to moan a little and push his ass back against me even harder.
I bit and licked at his ear then whispered a question into it. "You hungry, baby?"
"Yeah," he answered breathlessly, sounding a little dazed. My fingers on his chest, my tongue in his ear, and my dick driving against his ass was too much and I knew he'd do anything I wanted at that moment. I maneuvered him over to the left a few feet so that we now stood in front of the sink. I stuck my long, middle finger in my mouth, getting it as wet as possible, before moving it down and scooping up some of my own precum, adding it to the saliva. I shoved the entire thing into him, all the way up his hole, causing him to grunt and arch his back. I kept up my assault on his ear and neck as I moved my finger around inside him, finding his button and rubbing against it.
His head lolled back onto my shoulder and his mouth hung open. His eyes were unfocused and drunk looking as I continued to fuck my finger against his prostate. I looked over his chest, down at his pretty cock, and saw that it had gone from flaccid to hard and was now straining upwards nearly against his stomach and was leaking and twitching, too.
"I want to fuck you, Josh," I said, breathing hard into his ear as I did. "Can I fuck you, baby?"
His eyes focused on mine for a moment and he nodded, his mouth still hanging open. That was all I needed. I bent him over slightly and he grabbed the counter, holding onto the edge of the sink. I withdrew my finger and spit into my hand, rubbing it along my dick mixing it with as much precum as possible. I spit again and shoved it into his hole, then rubbed my dick one more time, trying to get it as wet as I could. But, I was almost beyond self-restraint at that point and could wait no longer. I pushed my fat, drooling head against his tight hole and pushed. There was a moment of resistance than I felt it dilate around me and I sunk more than half way into him.
He moaned loudly and the thought crossed my mind that I needed to shut him up unless we wanted to get caught. I roughly pulled him back up against me, shoving two fingers, one of them the same that had been in his ass, into his mouth. He started sucking on them immediately, like a baby on a bottle and as soon as he did, I felt his hole relax more around my dick, sucking me in even further as I pushed. My swollen, spongy head bumped against his spot, rubbing it hard, and a contented little sigh escaped his mouth around my fingers.
I started to piston him hard and fast, making sure to adjust my angle so that I rubbed against his prostate with every stroke, both on the way in and again on the way out. He was so tight and hot without lube that I knew I wasn't going to last long. I wanted to get him off quickly as well to lessen the chance of anyone walking in on us. So, despite the fact the he'd cum soon enough without either one of us ever touching his cock, I dropped my hand from his stomach and grabbed it. It was leaking and wet as I begin to jerk him off and he fucked into my fist. My other hand continued to pinch and tug at his nipples and my mouth sucked and bit on his ear and the nape of his neck.
I found a steady pace, slamming into him hard from behind and stroking his cock with my hand. Every time I would bottom out in him, my pubic hair pressed against his stretched hole, my hand would reach the bottom of his shaft and as I pulled out of him, my fist would travel back up him to his leaking slit. Even though he was standing up against me, he was still holding onto the edge of the sink as I fucked him hard and deep, as though he was afraid he might actually lose his balance from the motion. He was breathing hard now, still sucking on my fingers in his mouth, and I could tell from the twitching I felt in his cock and his ass that he was getting very close. A couple more pokes of my cock against his button was all it took and he was shooting. A massive, rapid-fire explosion of cum shot from him as I continued fucking and jerking him off. I could hear his load hitting the stainless steel sink. POP-POP-POP, it clattered and resonated.
That sound and the spasms in his ass around my dick were enough to push me over the edge and I buried myself in him as deeply as I could then held still as my own orgasm wracked my body. I felt like I'd never stop shooting and must have put a huge load into him, as I hadn't gotten off in several days. He was still coming, too as I shot; his cum now leaked out of his cock and into my hand. When we both started to come back down, we held onto each other, each supporting the other from collapsing and tried to steady our breathing.
I removed my fingers from his mouth and without really thinking about it raised my hand, covered in his cum, from his cock to his mouth and he opened for me instantly, accepting what I offered him. He proceeded to clean my hand thoroughly, licking and sucking all his seed off of it as I held onto him, kissing his neck and back gently as we stood there.
Finally having caught my breath a little, I asked him, "Still hungry?"
He laughed softly. "No," he said. "I think I'm full."
"Got lots of protein in you," I teased.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Mine and yours." There was a moment of silence then I stepped back slowly, pulling my softening dick from his ass. He turned, resting against the counter and looked at me. He smiled a small smile and said, "Jesus, Alex..."
"Not bad, huh?"
"Not bad at all," he confirmed
I stepped forward wrapping an arm around him then kissed him deeply, still tasting cum on his tongue as I sucked it into my mouth. Releasing him, I looked into his eyes and asked, "Ready to come back to bed now?"
"Yes," he said. "But first I'd better clean up the sink a little, don't you think?"
"Sure," I said. "You made the mess, so you clean it up," I added. He shot me a look that told me he didn't entirely agree with my assessment of the situation. But, I chose to ignore that and instead just swatted his ass before turning back towards the living room. "See you in the bedroom," I said before walking out of the kitchen.
I'd been back in bed a few minutes when he appeared in the doorway and slid the door closed behind him. He walked across the room and I threw the covers back, letting him in beside me. He crawled in and cuddled up next to me. I pulled the covers over us then turned and kissed him again.
"So what happened to that promise we made to my mom?" he asked.
"We told her nothing but sleeping in the bed," I reassured him. "We never said anything about the kitchen."
"Oh," he said. "So innocent on a technicality, huh?"
"Exactly," I said.
He was quiet for a minute then asked, "How long has it been since you got off?"
"I don't know," I thought. "Sunday night, I think. Why?"
"Because it feels like you shot a gallon into me."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, I can still feel your boys in there."
"Are my little swimmers swimming?" I asked, chuckling.
He laughed, lifting his head to look at me. "No. I think they've settled down for the night, there's just a lot more of them than usual."
"And how do you feel about that, knowing they're all in you?" I was genuinely interested in his response as I peered at him.
He thought for a moment, laid his head back down, resting his cheek on my chest. "Good," he paused then, "Warm. Sexy," he giggled a little. "I don't know. All of the above."
"You're awfully affectionate tonight," I observed.
He shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe the holidays just make me a little nicer than usual." I chuckled again.
"You want to fall asleep feeling that part of me inside you?" I asked earnestly, wanting to please him.
"Yes," he answered without hesitation. "I can't think of anything better."
"Good," I said. "I'm glad I can do that for you." Then I kissed him briefly again before pulling him tighter against me and we both fell into a deep, restful sleep.
It was almost 1:00 in the afternoon on Thursday, Thanksgiving, and Josh and I were busy in the kitchen as Abbey and Cadee sat on the sofa talking and paying only intermittent attention to the college football game on television. We'd been working on lunch almost since we'd cleared breakfast from the table. The turkey only had a bit longer until it was ready to come out of the oven and he was putting the finishing touches on the salad as I spooned the mashed potatoes into their serving bowl.
"You almost ready with the salad?" I asked him.
"Yep, it's ready," he said, having just finished tossing it in the balsamic vinaigrette dressing.
"Okay, well you want to go ahead and set it on the table and let your mom and Cadee know lunch is ready?"
"Will do," he kissed me quickly on the cheek as he passed, carrying the salad to the table.
I finished up with the potatoes then grabbed the platter of green beans and carried them to the table. Abbey and Cadee were walking towards the dining room. I saw Josh had set the salad on the table but didn't see him anywhere.
After setting the dishes I was carrying down on the table I turned to Abbey, "Where's Joshua?"
"He got a phone call," she answered, "said he'd be right back."
"Okay," I said. "Why don't you ladies go ahead and sit down and help yourselves to the salad and I'll be right back with the turkey and the rest of the food."
"Sure you don't need any help?" Abbey asked.
"Nah, it's cool." I said. "Josh and I have lunch covered. Remember, we wanted to do this for you two."
"Yeah," Cadee chimed in, already seated at the table, "relax and let the two, little domesticated love birds serve us a fancy lunch." Her mother and I both shot her pointed looks but she ignored us both, instead starting to fill her bowl with salad.
I looked at Abbey, "Seriously, don't worry about it. I'll get the rest of the stuff."
"If you insist," she smiled and seated herself.
"I do."
I returned to the kitchen, pulling the turkey and dressing from the oven. I finished setting the table and opened a bottle of wine, still expecting Josh to be back soon to help. When everything was on the table and he still hadn't returned, I excused myself to go look for him. Climbing the steps into the hall, I heard his voice coming from my study.
Walking in, I saw him on the phone. "Hey," I said softly. He turned to look and nodded at me, pointing at the phone and holding up one finger, indicating he'd be just another minute. "Food's on the table; we're ready to eat," I told him.
He nodded his head again and silently mouthed, "Okay."
"Okay," I said and left, returning to the table and taking my seat. Both Abbey and Cadee had already started on theirs, so I decided to go ahead and start eating mine slowly as well. I poured myself a glass of wine and took a sip. "How's the salad?" I asked.
"Good," Abbey replied.
"Really good," Cadee added before shoving another big bite into her mouth.
"Josh found the recipe for the dressing, so we bought all the ingredients and he whipped it up this morning," I explained before taking a bite myself. It was good.
"I can't believe my brother's making salad dressing from scratch now," Cadee said then looked at me. "You've really gayed him up, Alex!"
I laughed despite myself, nearly spitting out the wine in my mouth. "Cadee!" her mother said, "Enough."
I just looked down, trying to suppress the smile playing at my lips. "Fine," Cadee said, looking dejected as she took another bite of salad. After about ten minutes of small talk, salad, and wine Josh still hadn't joined us. I was becoming impatient and was trying not to get annoyed.
"Where is my son?" Abbey asked finally.
"Good question," I said. "Let me go check on him," glad to have an excuse to go get him, I sat my napkin on the table and stood up, heading back to my study. As I stepped in, he was still seated at my desk on his cell phone. "Josh," I said, a little louder and sharper than I'd intended, my annoyance seeping through in my tone.
His head popped up and he looked at me, a little shocked. He held the phone away from his face and covered the mouthpiece with his hand. "What, Alex?"
"It's Thanksgiving. Your mom and sister and I are waiting on you."
"Okay," he said but made no move to stand up or end the call.
I felt myself getting really annoyed then. "Joshua, your mom and sister are here. We made a meal for them remember? You've been on the phone for almost 20 minutes now and it's getting a little rude."
He shook his head then said, "Jackson, I'm sorry - can you hold on a second?" into the phone.
When I heard the name leave my mouth, I felt a flush rise on my face and impatience flared into anger. "Are you fucking kidding me, right now?" I asked him, incredulous.
He set the phone down on the desk and stood up, walking towards me and looking as annoyed as I was. "No, Alex. I'm not kidding. I know you don't like him, but he's my friend and he needs me right now."
"On Thanksgiving?"
"Yes, on Thanksgiving," he shot back. "He's got a lot of family issues and it's not a good day for him."
"Can you not call him back after lunch?"
"Now you're just being an ass," he said giving me a look that clearly indicated he thought I was the one in the wrong. "Just tell my mom and Cadee it will be a few more minutes, okay? No big deal." With that, he turned his back to me and walked to the desk, picked up the phone, and continued his conversation as though I was no longer in the room.
Angry and getting angrier, not really sure what to say, I turned and left the study, fighting the urge to slam the door behind me. I took a deep breath before walking back down the stairs and sitting down at the table.
"Where is he?" Cadee asked.
"He's on a call with a friend," I said not looking up. "He said to go on without him and he'd be here as soon as he was finished." There was a moment of silence before I raised my head and saw both of them peering at me with odd, questioning looks on their faces. I just forced a smile and reached for the turkey, "So, let's carve this bird, shall we?"