Loving Conor

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-------------------------------- Loving Conor - Chapter 17

My eyes snapped open to the sudden void and a pitch black room. I reached for Conor, but only found bed sheets... and emptiness. Shit! It had been another damn dream! ...a sweet dream worse than any nightmare now that I was awake and... alone. Did I even get the call from Jim and go to Florida in the first place? Had I actually met, lost, and found again the man I loved so much? A low moan started in my chest then reverberated in my throat as pure anguish and despair threatened to end my sanity...

The void next to me was quickly filled with Conor's body. I was trembling when I reached out and pulled my Love tight, then wrapped my arms and legs around him.

"You're shaking, B. What's wrong?"

Short breaths were the only answer I could give as my mind tried to reconcile the swift change of emotions. I felt fingers being run through my hair.

"Say something, B."

"Where were you?"

"I just went to pee."

"I'm sorry, babe. I had so many crazy dreams when we were apart, and they seemed so real. When I woke up and you weren't there, I thought..."

Sweet lips pressed against mine, then gently pulled away.

"Shhhhhh... I'm here, B. I love you."

"I love you, too, Babe."

I relaxed my grip, but neither of us let go as we found sleep and peace again.

An odd "Pfshhhhhhhlrp" sound and an unusual sensation on my crotch pulled me from my sleep. I pried one eye open to see that morning had come, and someone was up before me in more than one way.

Conor grinned at me over the line of whipped cream running the length of my cock.

"What are you doing, babe?"

"I'm making breakfast. Just relax."

The first licks started right above my hole... short, small, licks that quickly left me wanting more.

"Ugh... ooookay..."

I tried to relax, but my bladder had other plans.

"Babe, I need to p... ugh."

I felt my Love's tongue flatten and slide up my balls, making my cock so hard it almost hurt.

"Oh, goooooddd, that feels good, but I really need to pee."

Conor snickered like a kid sneaking a cookie from the jar.

The line between pleasure and pain blurred as one of my nuts was sucked into his mouth.

"F-f-f-f-f-f uck, babe!"

As much as I enjoyed what was going on between my legs, I had to get up or wet the bed. I tried to move my arm... and realized both my wrists were tied to the headboard. I panicked for a moment and started to bend my knees, but Conor held my legs down.

"You devious... ugh... shit!"

Conor chuckled again, then lifted my cock and swallowed it to the base and held there. My eyes clamped shut and mouth opened wide at the combined feeling of intense pleasure and extreme urgency.

"Ahhhh... I'm... ugh... warning you!"

Fingers wrapped around my nut sack and pulled tight as Conor lifted his head slowly. My cock came out of his mouth with a pop and was quickly engulfed again... then the pumping started. I didn't know if it was possible to piss and cum at the same time, but the pressure building up meant something was going to happen. I held back as long as I could, then grinned to myself... and let go without a word.

Piss poured down Conor's chin and a stream soaked his face before he could pull his mouth away. Bursts of gold streamed out like massive cumshots arching through the air then down on my face, chest, and abs. If there were such a thing as a Peegasm, I was having one. The exhilarating feeling of something so taboo only grew as Conor continued to work his hand up and down my cock making sloshing sounds.

I lost all control, shaking and moaning until white streams of cum flew from my dick. Conor stroked me wildly with one hand while he jerked himself off with the other. I growled out so loud that anyone around us was sure to be woken up. I was still writhing in ecstasy when Conor straddled my chest and pumped the last few strokes of his own cock right over my face. Held captive by the ropes and my lover's ass on my chest, there was nothing I could do... and nothing I wanted to do about it.

The sight of my man on top of me ignited a cumlust like I'd never felt before! I opened my mouth wide and the first shot landed directly on my bottom lip. I moaned and lifted my head in a desperate move for more and and got my wish. My gag reflex was completely overwhelmed as thick meat slammed so far down my throat that my nose was buried in short pubic hair and heavy balls pressed against my chin. I willed my body not to panic over the lack of oxygen and greedily accepted the torrent of cum from my lover's pulsating cock. I heard a deep growl and felt one final thrust, then gasped for air as my prize was taken from me.

My Love's amazing cock was replaced with his salty, sweet, lips. We made out slowly, softly... until we were interrupted by a vibrating phone. We both grimaced and sighed, but with Sean still not healed, any call or message was potentially important. Conor reached for the annoying device and begrudgingly pulled his lips from mine, then smiled and read the message out loud.

"Can't you guys fuck at night like normal people?"

"Sam?"

"Yep."

"You are naughty, you know that?"

Conor flashed a wicked grin at me.

"I learned it from you."

I smiled at the memory of forcing Conor to piss all over the bar.

"I suppose that's true, but the bed? We'll never get the smell out."

"All the beds are lined with plastic, otherwise we'd blow the budget every year buying new mattresses."

"That's good. We already have enough to explain when Jim gets back tomorrow."

Conor's smile faded.

"I've been thinking about that. How do you think he'll take the news?"

"I don't know, but we'll have to tell him right away or someone else will. Hopefully he can look past our age difference and realize how good we are for each other."

"I suppose we'll find out, but right now we need to get cleaned up. We have some shopping to do."

"For what, babe?"

"A ring for you. Rose didn't stick one in my pocket."

"You don't want to surprise me?"

"Not with something this important. I know you'll be happy with whatever I pick, but it may not be something you would choose for yourself. Plus, I would rather spend the day together if that's okay."

"I can't think of anything I would rather do than spend the day with you... but you'll need to untie me first."

Conor leaned in to kiss me, then pulled away and held his nose. "You stink, B."

"Yeah, I know. Now hurry and untie me so I can spank your ass!"

Conor grinned. "Don't threaten me with a good time!"

I started the shower while Conor went streaking through The House to put the bedding in the wash, and two minutes later we were soaping each other down. I couldn't help but smile as I washed my Love's smooth skin and realized we had countless more showers to look forward to together. Washing Conor gave me the opportunity to go over every inch of his amazing body, which had already become one of my favorite pastimes.

As Conor faced away from me, I put shampoo on my hands and began washing his beautiful long locks... something I hadn't done before. He let out a soft moan and relaxed as I ran my thumbs over the base of his neck while my fingers caressed his temples.

"I've been thinking about cutting my hair short, what do you think?"

I suddenly stopped the massage, unable to visualize my Love looking any other way than how I'd known him.

"Well, I think you're perfect as you are, but I don't think you would be any less perfect with short hair."

Conor pulled from my grip and rinsed his hair out.

"That's a safe answer, B. Don't you think we should be more transparent now that we're getting married?"

"Okay, you're right. Honestly I like your hair the way it is, but I've never seen it short so I really don't know."

"I've worn it this way as long as I can remember, which is why I want to cut it."

"A new look for a new life?"

"Yes, a new life with the man I love."

I grabbed Conor's hair and pulled his head back, then kissed him hard, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and gently biting down as our wet bodies collided. Conor melted in my grasp and wrapped his arms around me for support. I could feel my lover's heartbeat against my chest and his hard cock roll against mine. We held each other and made out, then I finally slid my face next to his ear and whispered, "Then you should cut it."

Conor replied in a husky whisper. "...not sure I want to now."

We ended our shower without finishing what we started. Though both of us were still hard and horny, our bodies needed time to catch up with our sexual desire for each other. Conor made a call to check on Sean so I went to the kitchen for coffee, catching a hard stare from Sam when I walked in.

"Were we that loud? Sorry, Sam."

I poured my cup and took a sip. Sam was still glaring at me when I turned back around.

"You're upset about something else, aren't you?"

Sam just sat there without saying anything, so I took the seat across from her.

"Could you at least tell me what I need to apologize for?"

Sam's eyes softened. "Sorry. I should be thanking you instead of taking it out on you."

I had an idea what she was referring to, but held my tongue in case I was wrong. I took another sip of coffee and waited. Sam took two sips, then finally spoke up with a bit of poison in her tone.

"Luke... and Tom..."

I didn't risk it. "Could you be more specific?"

Sam glared at me again, then confirmed my suspicions. "Specific about my boyfriend fucking my brother? I'm sure you got more of the story than I did."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't really know if sex in open relationships extended to brothers or not, but Luke was feeling guilty so I encouraged him to come clean."

"It's not the sex as much as... If Tom would have told me when it happened I probably would have kicked him in the balls and gotten over it. But this... I can't be married to someone who keeps secrets from me."

I looked into my cup, trying to find the right words.

"I know it took a while, but they did tell you."

Sam glared at me again.

"I'm not saying what Tom did was right, but if it were someone other than your brother would it have made a difference?"

Sam got up and refilled her cup, then sat back down.

"We had just started dating when it happened, and our relationship was a free for all with no boundaries... not that we have many now. If it were someone other than Luke, I guess it wouldn't have mattered."

"I can't tell you what to do or how to feel, but I know you love each other. We all live and learn, and relationships grow, even from mistakes. Maybe Tom should have a chance to prove that he's changed."

Sam turned the engagement ring on her finger. "I really do love him, but I need to be able to trust him. I guess I should go back and talk this through. I just got up and left without saying a word."

I smiled softly at Sam. "At least you didn't kick him in the balls."

The corners of Sam's mouth lifted slightly. "Not yet."

I stood and hugged Sam before she left the room, then refilled my coffee and poured a cup for Conor just as he was walking in.

"Thanks, B."

"Is everything okay with Sean?"

"Yeah. He's just miserable lying in bed all day. He starts physical therapy tomorrow, so that should help."

"Good. Maybe we can kidnap him soon and take him to a movie or something."

I held up the key to Sweets. "Would you mind? I need to make a call."

Conor grinned and snatched the key from my hand. It was good to see that his appreciation for the car rivaled my own.

As soon as we were buckled in, I dialed Luke.

"Hey Luke. I just talked to Sam. How are you doing?"

"I was just going to call you. I'm on my way over, can we meet at that restaurant in an hour?"

"An hour? I'm out with Conor..."

"It's cool, he can sit with us."

"Luke, I... okay hold for a second... and put me on speakerphone, you don't need any more distractions."

I muted my phone and shook my head, unsure how to approach the situation.

Conor stopped at a light and looked at me. "Boy troubles?"

"That and more."

"You should meet with him then."

"But I don't want to mess up our..."

"It's not going to mess it up, B. If Luke needs you, then you should meet with him."

I shook my head again then unmuted my phone.

"Hey Luke."

"Asshole!"

"Luke?"

"Sorry, Brandon, I was yelling at some jerk who cut me off, not you."

"Conor and I will meet you at the restaurant. Just drive safe, okay?"

"I will. Thanks, Brandon."

I put my phone down, still unsure about interrupting what was supposed to be a special day. Conor glanced at me, apparently seeing the internal struggle.

"Listen, B, people look up to you because you genuinely give a shit. It's one of the things I love about you, so don't feel bad about being there for Luke."

I reached over and put my hand on Conor's thigh, touched at his thoughtfulness.

Conor smiled his twisted grin. "What restaurant are we meeting your little boyfriend at anyway?"

With a slight adjustment, Conor's balls were in my hand. I squeezed enough to get his attention.

"No don't. I take it back!"

With plenty of time before meeting Luke, we stopped at a jewellery shop along the way to the restaurant. Looking over the sea of gold and diamonds reminded me of my search for Julie's ring, and the frustrations of finding the right one. With the stress we had both been through over the past few days, I had no problem helping Conor choose my ring.

"Okay, awkward question but what is our budget for this ring?"

"Do we really have to go there, B? I don't care if it takes me a lifetime to pay it off, I just want you to be happy."

"That's sweet, babe... unpractical but sweet. Let's start at opposite ends of the display and see what we can find."

I purposely sent Conor away from the multi-thousand dollar rings. Though they were definitely striking, walking around with mounds of diamonds on my finger just wasn't my style. In fact, I didn't see anything I cared for at my end of the display. Conor met me in the middle, apparently not seeing anything he liked either.

"Too much bling on this side, no luck over there?"

"I don't know, B, they all look kind of... sterile."

Overhearing Connor, the salesman spoke up. "What did you have in mind?"

What about something similar to this ring. Connor held out his hand.

"May I take a closer look?"

"As long as I don't have to take it off."

The salesman held Conor's hand and looked at the ring through a jeweler's loop, then his mouth plopped open and his tone became assertive, "Impossible! Where did you get this ring?"

Conor pulled his hand away, then looked at me. "From my fiancé, obviously."

I nearly told the man it was none of his business, but intrigue got the best of me. "The ring was handed down from a friend. Her grandfather made it."

"Did this friend tell you who her grandfather was?"

"No, she didn't."

The salesman looked back to Conor then excused himself and came back with a binder. After frantically flipping through the pages, he stopped at one and simply pointed without saying a word. Conor looked at the photo of a prestigious looking man, sitting with his fingers clasped around his knee. "That looks like my ring."

"That is Mario Giordano, one of the premier craftsmen of italy, or the world for that matter. The ring he is wearing is the signature band of the Giordano family. Only a few were made, and all were thought to be buried with their owners. Your ring is either a very good knock off, or... I would need to look inside the band to be sure."

Conor looked at me again. "It's up to you, babe."

Hesitantly, Conor slipped the ring off but held onto it. The salesman took his hand and looked inside the band with his loop. "I'm sorry to say... If you want a ring like this one, you will need a time machine. Your friend's grandfather was none other than Mario Giordano himself, and this ring is priceless."

Quicker than I could blink, the ring was back on Conor's finger. I grabbed his shirt sleeve and tugged toward the door. "Thank you for your honesty, sir."

Conor silently stared at the ring all the way to the restaurant, then to the same table I had previously shared with Luke. The spot had a gorgeous view of the beach and also allowed me to keep an eye on Sweets. After ordering two orange juices, I wrapped my Love's hand in mine.

"What are you thinking about, babe?"

A bit of sadness filled his emerald eyes. "I'll never find a ring that's good enough for you."

I considered his statement before responding. The "safe" answer was that he could tie a string on my finger and it would be good enough, but I knew I wouldn't get away with that.

"If I would have given you a plain gold band, would you care for it any less?"

Conor answered without hesitation. "No, of course not. It's not the value of the ring, it's... I have an idea, but I'm not sure you'll like it."

"Try me."

"Do you still have your ring, from Julie?"

"Yes, it's in my suitcase."

"Would it be too weird if I... never mind, it's a silly idea."

"I don't think it's silly, babe. It wouldn't be weird for you, knowing its history?"

"Its history is what makes it perfect, B. Julie loved you, and I love her for that. Do you think Julie would like me?"

"Julie would love you for the same reason, and I think it's a great idea."

"Can I add something to it?"

I smiled. "Yes, just go easy on the bling."

The sound of a car backfiring caused everyone in the restaurant to jump. I turned to see Luke's beat up old car literally limp into the parking spot next to Sweets, then clank, sputter, and smoke as he shut it down.

Conor chuckled. "That thing has seen better days."

Luke got out of the beater then bent over and reached back inside to grab something from the passenger's seat... his denim cut-off clad butt cheeks and fit legs sticking out of the car door. Conor didn't try to hide that he was staring, and he didn't need to. We were in love and dedicated to each other, but we weren't blind, and there was no reason not to appreciate an attractive ass when we saw one... the ass in question just happened to belong to Luke. When I realized he hadn't recognized Luke yet, I took advantage of the opportunity for a little payback.

"Nice ass, eh?"

Conor grinned and winked at me, then did a double-take when Luke stood up.

"Nice everything... wait, is that Luke?"

Orange juice nearly squirted from my nose. "Take a picture, babe, it'll last longer."

Conor's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, then he kicked me under the table.

"You set me up!"

"Yep."

Though I hadn't spent all that much time with Luke, I could tell by the lack of his strut that he was feeling down. I stood and hugged the young man, who then turned to receive a hug from Conor.

"Holy shite, Lucky Luke grew up! Brandon said you were a hottie, but damn!"

Luke's smile barely registered as he practically fell into his chair. "Fitting... All that time I had the hots for you but you barely noticed me, and now you think I'm hot and you're taken... so much for Lucky Luke."

"I'm sorry, man. What's going on?"

Luke looked to me. "He doesn't know?'

I shrugged. "He knows a little about Jay, but I didn't think it was my place to say anything about the other issue."

Our conversation took a pause when the waitress stopped by the table. Conor and I seemed to have become invisible as the young lady focused on the new arrival. Luke managed to turn on his charm long enough to order a Bloody Mary... enchanting the girl with his hazel eyes like a vampire. I wasn't surprised when she took his order without checking his ID.

"Starting early, are we?"

"Yeah, well, my car just died so I won't be driving anywhere."

"I'm sorry, Luke. If it wasn't for my advice, none of this would be happening to you."

"Yes, it would. Maybe not all at the same time, but I need to face the music sooner or later."

The flirtatious waitress handed Luke his cocktail. "Your drinks are on the house today."

Luke flashed a white toothed smile. "Thank you, hon, that's sweet of you." The girl smiled back, then wrote her number on a napkin and practically skipped away.

Conor chuckled and shook his head. "You don't seem like a guy who could have boy or girl problems. What's the story with Jay?"

Luke sighed. "The story is that I fell for my best friend. When I finally got the nerve to say something, he just laughed it off like I was telling him a bad joke. I started crying and he quickly apologized, saying he was overwhelmed and flattered but he wasn't into guys. We talked for awhile and ended up laughing and goofing off like usual. I thought things would just go back to normal, but... then he kissed me."

Conor leaned in closer to the engaging story. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yes, well... it was. When I called to congratulate you two, Jay overheard and started asking questions about being gay. The next thing I knew, his lips were covering mine. It felt really good for a moment, with our tongues dancing against each other, then... we just stopped kissing and started laughing."

Conor scratched his head. "You lost me on the laughing part."

"It was just too weird... for both of us. Neither of us regret the kiss, but we decided we make better friends than lovers. Honestly it was a really sweet moment and I'm glad we had a chance to test the waters."

Conor smiled. "Bromance over romance? I can relate to that."

"Yeah, we'll be even tighter friends now. I just wish I could be in a real relationship, like you two. Everyone wants what's on the outside, but when I try to let them in, they slam the door and walk away. I know it'll happen sooner or later, but I'm hoping for sooner."

I looked at Conor, grateful that I had found someone just as beautiful on the inside as the outside. "Conor won't say it, but he can relate to that, too. Just keep being yourself and don't hide how you feel. Emotions can be more attractive than six pack abs and a tight ass."

The waitress stopped back by, refilled our orange juice and replaced Luke's drink with another. Luke winked at the girl who went skipping off again.

Conor snickered. "Player. You know you won't call her."

Luke grinned. "It's true, I admit it... but I'm a poor college student with no sugar daddy, so I gotta make do."

Conor punched Luke in the shoulder. "Watch it, buster!"

As much as I hated bringing it up, Luke came all the way over for a reason. "Did you want to talk about the other thing, Luke?"

Luke slumped further into his seat. "No... but I need to."

Conor started to get up. "Should I leave you two alone?"

"No, please stay. It... it has to do with my sister, and you know her better than anyone."

Luke stared at the table for a moment. "I... um... It was a few years ago. I... I had sex with Tom."

I saw Connor's fists clinch, then managed to snag the car keys just as he reached out. "Babe..."

"Give me the key, B."

"No. You need to hear Luke out before you do something you regret."

Conor started to stand again, but Luke reached out and grabbed his arm. "Please don't."

"You were just a kid!"

"And how old were you when you started having sex? I knew exactly what I was doing, so don't put all the blame on Tom."

Conor sat back down, but I could still see the storm in his eyes. "Tom took advantage of you, Luke. He needs to learn that he can't just put his dick in anyone he wants without consequences!"

I found my unwanted role as mediator growing increasingly difficult. "I think Tom has enough incentive at the moment without your fist in his face. Sam has already been talking about canceling the wedding."

Luke's face went pale. "Oh shit... shit, shit, shit! What the fuck did I do?"

I put my hand on Luke's wrist. "Conor is right, Luke. You may not agree, but Tom did take advantage of you. It's nearly impossible to repress hormones at sixteen, and he knew that. Your sister knows it, too, and she's not blaming you."

"Well, that's not going to erase the fact that I let her future husband stick his cock in my ass, is it?"

We were all so engaged in the conversation that none of us realized the waitress had been standing near the table... until she grabbed the napkin with her number on it and stomped off.

All three of us were dead silent, not daring to speak until Conor finally gave in. "You... you seem to have lost your girlfriend..."

Even with the weight of the former conversation, there was no stopping the belly laughs that ensued. I tossed fifty bucks on the table to ease the poor girl's trauma, then we all made our way to Sweets, still laughing. After finally managing to regain our composure, Luke kicked a tire on his car... which promptly whistled a high pitch and went flat.

Conor snorted... "Luck..."

Luke turned around. "Don't you dare say it."

Conor managed to get the words out through his laugh as Luke sprinted toward him. "Lucky... Luke!"

Instead of running, Conor took a hard shoulder to the ribs and held his ground, then enveloped Luke in another hug. Laughter turned to sobs as the gravity of the situation hit Luke in full. I listened as my Love consoled the younger man.

"Hey. I know things seem hopeless, and I know how that feels. There's always hope, Luke... always hope."

Luke's sobs calmed to a whimper. "I screwed up big time, Conor."

"We all screw up, Luke. It's what we learn from it that defines who we really are. You came here to face the consequences of your actions, and that tells me something about you... it tells me you're a man of real character. You make me proud, Luke."

Conor lifted Luke's face from his chest and stared into his eyes. For a moment, I thought I would be breaking up a kiss.

"Let's go talk to Sam. I have a feeling everything will turn out better than you think it will. Either way, you can count me as a lifetime friend."

I echoed Conor's sentiment. "Make that two lifetime friends, Luke."

Luke cleared his throat and lifted his tank top to wipe his face. "Thank you both. That means a lot. But if you're my friend, then promise not to go after Tom. He's trying to face the truth, too, and that should say something about his character."

Conor scrunched his lips together, then let out a sigh. "I promise not to make any judgments until I hear him out or Sam clears him... but if he tries to throw you under the bus, I swear..."

"He won't. I'm sure of it."

"Good, then I won't have to rip his dick off."

"You wouldn't!"

"No, but don't tell him that."

"Hey guys, let's get this over with." I tossed Conor the car keys... much to Luke's dismay.

"He gets to drive? You didn't let me drive."

I turned and looked at the multitude of dents in his car, then raised an eyebrow at Luke.

Nearly half an hour had passed since we got back to The House. Conor and I paced the hallway like expectant fathers as Luke and Sam talked in her room. We hadn't seen Tom since we returned, and I was beginning to worry that he was gone for good. There was no arguing that he had messed up, but I was still hoping for the best.

Conor stopped midstep. "This is ridiculous. I'm going to the kitchen for water, would you like some?"

"Sure, babe. Thank you."

Hovering in the hallway was a bit ridiculous, but there was a lot at stake for people we cared about. I glanced at Conor just in time to see him stop in front of the Red Room, then push the door open and walk inside. The act seemed out of place since Conor was headed to the kitchen, but I hesitated to leave my post in case Luke, Sam, or both needed a shoulder to lean on... until I heard Conor's raised voice.

"What the hell, Tom?!"

Visions of Conor's hand wrapped around Tom's throat played in my mind. I sprinted to the red door and inside the room to see both Tom and Conor on the ground, but not fighting. Tom was nearly in the fetal position as Conor held him and rocked, not saying a word. Conor looked up at me with tears streaming down his face, then pointed with his eyes above his head... to a red velvet rope hanging from the rafters, ending in a noose.

To be continued...