Owen

Owen

Chapter forty-one

By Roy Reinikainen

Lucas joined Owen at the door to the apartment, wondering briefly at the unreadable expression on his partner's face. "You okay?" he murmured, following Owen's gaze toward Corey and Jonah, who were locked in a tight, silent, embrace, with Corey's head resting on Jonah's shoulder.

Owen nodded once, smiling crookedly. "I'm happy for him," he murmured, nodding in the direction of the two men. "For both of 'em." He seemed to tear his eyes away, and grinned. "Y'think we should go next door and leave 'em in peace?" He glanced toward the apartment's door, then to the couple, who were still embracing, slowly rubbing their hands over one another's back. "We'd better leave a note on the door, or something, to let Sam know that he shouldn't barge in."

A few moments later, Lucas returned, note in hand. As he closed the door to the apartment, he gave Owen another searching look. "Okay, Cowboy," he said, as they crossed the wide landing to the next door apartment. "What's going on?"

Owen sighed, as he sank into a sofa, and squished a pillow against his chest. "Jonah caught me as I was coming back from visitin' Sam's folks. We spent the afternoon together, down at the big flat rock at the river's side." He glanced at Lucas and slumped a little further, stretching his legs out before him. "I'll have to show you the place. It's where Jonah and I used to swim when we were kids. It was a safe place." He glanced up. "Pops didn't know about it, so we could hide. Anyhow . . ." He took a deep breath, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he hesitated, then went on. "It . . . it, was one of the most wonderful afternoons I can remember." He turned a crooked grin on Lucas. "We could easily have had sex. I think both of us sorta wanted to have sex . . . but we didn't. We sat there, naked, like we always were whenever we played on the rock. We ate a lunch Sally made for us. We dangled our feet in the water, and . . . talked about . . . everything. I kissed him, Lucas. That's something I've never done.

"It's kinda . . ." Owen raked his fingers through his short blond hair, shifting in his seat to face Lucas. "It's kinda like I've only just discovered Jonah. He was feeling like the two of us were drifting apart, and, after listening to him, I can see why. I've been so caught up in our relationship, working with little Nicky, helping Sam's folks, and stuff like that, that I haven't had time for Jonah." Owen was silent for a moment, staring across the room. "Geez, I'm wondering if Abigail, Opie, and Mama are thinking like Jonah was." He compressed his lips, his determination to show the rest of his family that he was not . . . drifting away, showing in his eyes.

"Anyhow, I'm sorta feeling all weirded out about the afternoon, at the moment. I was fine until I saw Jonah in Corey's arms, then pfft." Owen tossed the pillow aside and threw up his arms. "Strange feelings."

"Strange?"

"Yeah, it's like I'm suddenly worryin' about Jonah. I don't want him to be hurt. Not that Corey would hurt him," Owen hastened to add. "I just ," he shrugged, and pushed himself off the sofa. "I'm sorta feelin' like the girl's father who believes no one is good enough for his little girl. I'm thinkin' that no one's good enough for Jonah."

There was an extended pause. "Except you?" Lucas asked, his voice soft.

Owen turned to him, his mouth open for a quick reply. He seemed to consider what he was about to say, then closed his mouth and bowed his head. "I'm wonderin' if that's what I'm feelin'. And if it is," his voice rose, "I've gotta stop!" He pushed himself out of the easy chair, took three steps across the room, then turned back to Lucas, who was watching him in silence.

"He's my brother, Lucas! We've shared everything all of our life. Jonah was there for me, from the beginning . . . even before Sam . . . but when I needed to be there for him, 'cause of Pops . . . I was at school."

Lucas accepted Owen's assertion with a slow hand motion and a slight raising of one shoulder. "Okay . . . What does that have to do with you two spending the afternoon together, or your worrying that, somehow, Jonah's going to be hurt?" He held up a hand. "I'm just wondering why you're so bothered by it, and why you're making excuses for being bothered." When Owen looked toward him, he raised his brows.

Owen sank to a chair, facing Lucas, clasped his hands together between his knees, and gazed unseeing across the room. "I don't know the answers to your questions. All I know is that we decided to spend our day together. We talked about growing up together, y'know; about the good times, and some of the bad. I felt close, and I wanted to feel closer. Lucas, I wanted to do more than sit and visit. I wanted to do more than kiss him a couple times. I wanted to friggin' have sex. . . the kind of sex you and Sam and I have . . . serious sex! I still do, in fact!

"Are you angry with me?" he asked, in a small voice.

Lucas crossed the room and sat next to Owen, laying an arm across his shoulders, and pulling him close. "That's what's worrying you, more than Corey being good enough for Jonah, or some such nonsense . . . isn't it?"

Owen rested his head on Lucas' shoulder, wrapping an arm around the slender man's waist. "I don't know . . ." Another pause. "Yeah, I guess. I don't want anything to come between you and Sam n'me; then I go and do something which could."

"Easy, Cowboy," Lucas said, turning toward Owen and drinking in his presence like water. "You had lunch with your brother! We're talking about the same brother who endured the same things you did . . . for your entire life! Your relationship with him has got to be different than most guys and their brother's, just for that reason alone. On top of that, Jonah is an extremely sensual person. He fairly oozes sexuality. I feel it every time I'm around him. I know Sam feels it. I'm sure Corey does, too, so why should you be immune? The funny thing is, Jonah doesn't have a clue how his mere presence affects others.

"I remember the first night you and I showed up here in Riverton. We were staying over at Sam's place. You and Sam were locked away in his room, and I was out on the porch. When Jonah showed up, wearing a tight pair of underwear, I about fell on my knees, I was so turned on by what I saw. And he didn't have a friggin' clue! So, Owen, you've not done anything to upset me. Everything's cool, so don't go beating yourself over the head because of it. I'm sure Sam would say the same thing." They both turned, when Sam spoke. He stood in the doorway, smiling.

"What would I say . . . about what?" he added, as he entered the apartment, and set his school books down with a tired sigh, and a murmur of relief. "Geez, I'm glad to be home."

"I wanted to have sex today with Jonah, Sam," Owen began. "We spent the day, down by the river, havin' lunch, talkin' over old times. I kissed him!"

"So?" Sam asked, crossing the room and joining the two men in a group hug. "I've kissed him."

"And, so have I," Lucas added. "So, why shouldn't you?" He sighed. "Owen, you're trying to create a problem where none exists! So, leave it. You've done nothing wrong. Even if the two of you had fucked like wild men, you wouldn't have done anything to jeopardize our relationship. Right, Sam?"

Sam nodded once, smiling. "I would have liked to watch, though." His eyes widened, and he smiled. "Tell you what. If the two of you ever decide that you're going to get serious and do some real fucking and sucking, let me know. I'd like to watch!"

Lucas laughed. "Why not participate?"

"Naw, this is between Owen and Jonah. You'n I can fuck around while we're watching 'em do their thing." He raised his eyebrows and smiled, behaving as if what he was describing was going to occur in only a few minutes.

Lucas shook his head, not quite sure what to think. 'This is the super reserved man everyone was complaining about?'

Owen playfully reached out a hand and rested it against Sam's forehead, as if checking for a fever. "He seems fine," Owen, observed, seriously. "Maybe we need to strip him and give him a more thorough going over, y'think?" he asked, turning to Lucas.

Sam pulled the two men close, first kissing Lucas, then Owen. "Sounds good to me, but first I want something to eat, besides you guys' sperm," he added quickly, when Owen opened his mouth.

"Are we going to Sally's restaurant for dinner, or should I run down and bring something back?" He frowned. "And, why are we not in our own apartment? I saw your note pinned to the door on our apartment, but it didn't explain anything." He studied Lucas through narrowed eyes. "Don't tell me that you didn't want to clean, so you moved in here, hoping our place would clean itself. Or, worse yet," he added, ignoring a glare of warning from Lucas, who could already guess what Sam was about to say, "you didn't cook something which ended up smelling up the whole place, and you're waiting for things to air out before we go back inside?" He gave Lucas an over-the-rim-of-his-glasses look. "You do remember what the fumes did to the tree outside the window, the last time that happened, don't you?" He raised his brow, and tried not to smile, as he waited for an answer, while Owen tried to control his laughter.

'My Sammy's back!' he shouted to himself. 'He's feelin' comfortable enough to tease Lucas. This is wonderful!'

"Are we finished with trying to be cute?" Lucas asked, quickly placing a hand over Sam's mouth to prevent any more glib remarks. "We're over here because Corey and Jonah are using our place, for the moment. Corey showed up today. So, smart ass, the tree will have a chance to recover." He glanced toward Owen. "Someone's mother needs to give us some rudimentary cooking lessons."

Before Owen could reply, Sam smiled. "Good! Riverton is where Corey belongs. He'll do better here than in the city."

"Why would you say that?" Lucas studied Sam at arm's length. "I didn't know you knew Corey well enough to be able to tell what would be best for him."

"Oh, you know how it is," Sam temporized. "I see things others don't." After a few moments, he held up a reassuring hand. "Actually, I spoke with Bailey. He thought Corey would do better here than back in the city, and," Sam added, before Lucas could ask anything more, "don't ask me where, when, why, or whatever about talkin' to Bailey, 'cause I can't answer." He leaned close and stage-whispered. "That means . . . it's a secret."

"I'll go get some dinner," Owen volunteered, changing the subject. "I'll pick up some for the guys, too," he added. "Y'think Sally will mind me coming into the restaurant half-nekkid?" he grinned, sensuously running both hands over his bare chest and belly.

"Yes!" both Sam and Lucas shouted.

"She's put up a new sign, aimed at you, Mister Carver," Lucas laughed. "No shirt, no service. This means you, Owen!"

"Killjoy," he grumbled, pulling his t-shirt out of his back pocket, then slipping it over his head, his earlier worries seemingly dispelled, as he jogged from the apartment, running his fingers through his short hair, coaxing it into a semblance of order.

'That's just like Owen,' Lucas thought, 'ready to bawl one moment, then almost skipping out of the apartment the next.' He shook his head, wearing a bemused smile.

Sam continued to hold Lucas in a loose embrace, nuzzling his neck. "What's so funny?"

"Owen's quick change of moods. Just before you showed up, he was about ready to bawl, thinking he'd done something terribly wrong by kissing Jonah and wanting to have sex. Now, he's like normal."

Lucas could feel Sam silently chuckle. "He was really worried that we would care if he had sex with Jonah? I mean, hell . . . they've been jerking one another off since before Jonah could shoot. Personally, I'm surprised they've never gotten around to going further." He backed up and looked at Lucas, with a slight curve to his lips. "I sorta would have liked to watch 'em, though. I wasn't joking about that. Y'suppose we could ask 'em to make an encore performance?"

When Lucas snorted amusement, Sam went on. "Well, I think watching them would be very cool! I mean, I really get off watching you and Owen together, almost as much as when I know one of you are watching when I'm with the other." He kissed Lucas deeply, while at the same time he tenderly ran his hand over Lucas' groin, pleased to feel the cock's response. "I'm horny," he murmured, nibbling on Lucas' earlobe. "I'm hoping you guys are both up to fuckin' me tonight." He playfully shivered. "I've been twitching all afternoon, thinkin' about it."

"While you were talking to Bailey?" Lucas casually asked.

"Yep." Sam grinned, ingenuously blinking, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement. "Don't ask, Lucas. I'm not talking," he warned.

"Okay. So, you're not joking when you said you'd really like to have watched Owen and his brother?"

"I never joke about sex, Lucas," Sam smiled, "you should know that. I love sex. I love doing it. I love watching someone else do it. I love the smell of horned-up guys, the smell of sweat, and sperm." He ground himself against Lucas' groin. "I love the taste of yours or Owen's tongue, or your jiz, or your holes, as you squirm around on my tongue. I love kissin' one of you while the other's working on my hole, just as much as I love working on one of you guys, watchin' you kiss. I love laying on my back underneath either of you, suckin' on you while you're getting rimmed or fucked. I . . ." he backed up and theatrically fanned himself.

"I'd better quit, or I'm gonna cause myself t'shoot." He made a face. "I hate it when I pop a load into my underwear." Before Lucas could respond with more than an amused snort, Sam drew him close for another kiss. "Since movin' in with you and Owen though, I find that I'm always thinking about being all naked with you guys." He backed up slightly and gave Lucas a penetrating look.

"Thank you for askin' me to be part of this relationship," he murmured. "I'm hoping you haven't regretted making the offer. Not just 'cause of the great sex we have, but because we all are good together." He looked away, then back. "I thought things couldn't get better, when I was with Owen. Now that I'm livin' with you both, I know they can. They did." He grinned. "I can't tell you how happy I am." He leaned forward and kissed Lucas. "Thank you."

"Hey," Owen called, as he entered the apartment, carrying three large bags. "I didn't know Sally had a standing order to provide us with dinner! She had everything all ready. She even knew Corey was here." Owen shook his head. "Word sure travels fast around here. Anyhow, that's why I'm back so soon." He carried the sacks to the dining table, speaking over his shoulder. "You guys haven't moved since I left."

"We've just been kissin' and talking about how much we enjoy watching one another have sex," Sam laughed, joining Owen at the table, giving him a brief kiss and butt-grope, before beginning to empty one of the bags.

"You're always extra horny when you spend a day at school," Owen observed. "But, as far as watching, I like doing it better'n watching," he laughed, emptying a second bag, while Lucas began sorting things out. "Though listening to Sammy squeal can be sorta amusing," he snickered.

"I don't squeal," Sam grumbled, tossing a crumpled up napkin in Owen's direction, the first volley in what could end up becoming a full-fledged match of tossed napkins, pillows, or whatever else was close at hand.

"Do, too," Lucas added. He held up a restraining hand. "At one time or another," and snatched a second wadded up napkin from Sam's hand. "We all have squealed." He pointedly glared in Owen's direction. "Haven't we . . . Cowboy?"

Owen smiled. "I don't think I ever have. I remember you guys doin' it, but not me."

"We now have our goal for this evening," Sam laughed, turning to Lucas, as they sat around the table. "We can work on my twitching hole tomorrow. Tonight we're gonna make Owen squeal."

Owen's eyes widened. "Twitching hole? For real?" For an answer, Sam smiled and squirmed in his seat.

Owen laughed and lowered his voice. "I think Lucas and I need to examine this twitching hole, don't you?" he asked, turning to Lucas. "But, on another subject, I don't squeal. I'm macho." He flexed his arm, displaying a bicep.

Sam rolled his eyes, as he nodded towards the bulging muscle and proud man, while smiling at Lucas. "He always does that flex-thing when he wants to impress someone," he murmured.

"Macho!" Lucas hooted. "Yeah, right. After Sam and I finish with you, we'll see who's macho."

Corey inhaled deeply as he and Jonah hugged, a tranquility creeping over him unlike anything he could remember experiencing. One part of him noted Owen and Lucas leaving the apartment and closing the door, while a deep, animal part of his brain responded to Jonah's presence, sending a tingle through his body, centering on his groin. Like his prehistoric ancestors, his brain was telling him to act . . . now! Jonah smelled so . . . different . . . from Bailey. The scent of his hair, his entire body, proclaimed him to be wild and natural. 'I'll take wild and natural any day,' Corey thought to himself, as he buried his nose in the hair at the back of Jonah's neck.

Jonah's embrace tightened in response to Corey's actions, his warmth, and his sheer strength. 'Being held, like this, is so . . . different, from either Sam or Owen.' Corey was doing nothing less than taking possession of him. 'You and I were meant to be together,' Corey seemed to be saying. 'From here on out, I am yours, and you are mine.' Yet Corey's strength hid a secret vulnerability, a tenderness he seemed loath to let others see.

"Have I done the right thing?" he asked, aloud, as he backed up slightly, his gaze searching for an answer in Jonah's behavior. "Am I pushing myself on you, assuming things to exist, which don't?"

"You have doubts?" Jonah murmured, teasingly rubbing the tip of his nose against Corey's.

"Doubts?" Corey softly snorted. "Always," was the sighed response. "That's the story of my life. I've spent my entire life on the outside, looking in at all the people who were in the process of living happily ever after. I never imagined that such a thing could possibly happen to me. This," he gestured to the apartment, and to Riverton, beyond the large nearby window, "you . . . everything, might be no more than a dream, as impossible to hold as smoke whipped away by a breeze." He paused, and made a slight face.

"Pardon me for getting all literary on you. It's that damned schooling rearing its head. Stuff like that seems to pop out when I least expect it to. My professors would be proud." He tightened his embrace and rubbed a hand up and down the younger man's back. "You're real. It's just . . . all the stuff I've been imagining . . . hoping . . . I don't know if any of it is real."

"You're afraid that I don't . . . might not . . . feel about you the same way you feel about me?"

Corey reacted to the words with a slight flinch. "I don't really know how I feel about you, Jonah," he murmured. "Things are just moving so fast. I mean, it's been just a little over a month since Bailey and I visited . . . and you and I met. Since then . . ." his mouth twisted upward. "Then, Bailey and I decided to go our own ways." He bowed his head. "That was rough. Still is, in fact." He returned a wan smile. "One thing I do know is that I feel differently about you than I have about any man I've ever met. You . . . a person like you . . . and Riverton, are what I've always dreamed of. Yet . . . everything . . . seems sorta too good to be true. I'm afraid I might wake up in my bed, back in the city, and all I'll have left will be a few wisps of a dream. I'm not the skunk trying to crash a lawn party, am I?" he asked, a plaintive tone to his voice.

"What?" Jonah's eyes widened as he held Corey at arm's length. The pain in Corey's eyes was almost overwhelming. 'There's more to his fears than what he's saying.'

"A skunk?! Of course you're not!" He chuckled, as he nuzzled Corey's neck. "By the way," he murmured, "I've been so caught up in . . . you, I've not noticed the accent." He nibbled Corey's ear, then tenderly kissed his neck and jaw. "Love it."

"And, here I was thinking about your accent," Corey murmured, his vulnerability fading into the background, almost as if it were never there, to be replaced by the humor which lit both his eyes and his voice. He seemed to melt against Jonah as their lips tenderly touched in their first kiss since his arrival.

Jonah inhaled deeply, then blew out his breath slowly, as they parted, and looked into one another's eyes. "I've never been kissed like that before," he grinned, pleased with the answering smile and the crinkle at the corners of Corey's sparkling eyes. He ran a hand over the prominent muscles of Corey's upper arms. "I'm sorta feeling like an underdeveloped kid, when I'm standin' next to you." He shyly grinned. "My Southern-Boy, bruiser."

A faint blush shone through Corey's tan. "Yeah, well . . ." He shrugged. "Most of my life, all I had, that was truly mine, was my body. It was the only thing I could be proud of, other than how I did in school n'stuff." His dimples showed, as he smiled. "Now, I just like how I feel."

Jonah ran an open hand over the twins slabs of Corey's chest muscles. "I like how you feel, too." He lovingly ran his hands over the shirt fabric stretched tautly over the muscular chest, then leaned forward and burrowed his nose in one of Corey's armpits. "A real man," he murmured.

"If I don't get a shower soon, you won't want to stand downwind from me, much less go nosing around my pits. Do you happen to know of a shower we can share?" He drew Jonah to him for another kiss, then murmured. "I'd really like to be nekkid with you, my handsome . . . friend. After the shower, I'm thinkin' you might need a tongue bath." He grinned . . . "Y'know . . ." he grinned mischievously, as Jonah's eyes widened, "so I can take care of all those hard to reach places." He smiled, then playfully teased the tip of Jonah's nose with his tongue.

He squirmed slightly, reaching down to adjust the swelling at his groin. "Geez, just thinkin' about you makes my dick start to drool." He flashed a grin. "I've been doin' a lot of droolin' since I met you. Now, with you here, in my arms, I'm leakin' up a storm." His wink caused Jonah to furiously blush.

"Am I being too forward for you."

Jonah hesitated. "Um, ah . . . no . . . I'm likin' it." He grinned. "You're just being more forward than I'm used to, that's all. So, um, don't stop. I like laughin' and teasing; it's just I don't have much experience with either one."

To hide his sudden onslaught of shyness, Jonah looked around the room, neither man willing to release the other. "Um, ah, a shower sounds cool. Before that, though, are you hungry, or something? There's a good restaurant practically next door. Are you planning on staying here, with the guys?" He looked around. "I wonder if there's room for me, too."

They both looked up at the sound of a hesitant knock on the door frame. Owen smiled, sticking his head into the room. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything too serious, but we have some food next door, for you both. When we're all finished eating, we can switch apartments, and you guys can have the place to yourselves."

"Bingo!" Corey laughed, catching Jonah's eye. "Owen, you must be psychic, or something. We were just talking about gettin' something to eat. If I have a good meal in my stomach, and a long hot shower, possibly with someone else," he grinned in Jonah's direction, "then I'll be one happy boy." He glanced at Owen. "Since I'm gonna be staying next door, I'm guessing I should take my stuff."

He effortlessly lifted a bulging bag, the same one Lucas had struggled with earlier in the afternoon. Owen lifted a second, just as easily. Jonah's eyes widened when he lifted the third. "I had to pay premium prices to get that friggin' airline to even allow me to haul my stuff onboard," Corey explained, questioning Jonah with his eyes, asking if the bag was too heavy. Jonah determinedly jerked a brief shake of his head. "The ol' airline girl, employee-person, told me I shoulda hired a moving van, and that I'd be responsible for unbalancing the plane, or something," he continued, casually rubbing a hand over Jonah's back. "I knew right away that I'd chosen some rinky-dink outfit. Damned near gave me the heebie-jeebies, we were flying so low." He dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand. "I swear, the ol' girl who was giving me grief about the bags was one can short of a six pack. I mean, really guys . . . this girl was so dumb, she could throw herself at the ground, and miss.

"'You're not from around here,' she said, batting her fake eyelashes, looking like a nearsighted frog in the rain. 'I can tell because of your accent,' she purred. I mean, what could I say?" He looked from Owen to Jonah, then continued telling his story, as they crossed the short distance to the adjoining apartment. "But, when she asked if I was from far away, I just bit my tongue to keep from saying something outlandish, and just nodded. I swear, I never expected her to ask where!"

Corey laughed, recalling the scene, pretending to tear his hair out with his free hand, demonstrating his frustration. "'Where y'from?' she asked, still doing that blinking thing. I couldn't help it. I told her I was from the moon."

"What?" Owen guffawed, and Jonah snorted, rolling his eyes.

Corey nodded, his eyes twinkling. "And you know what she asked?"

When both men shook their heads, afraid to venture a guess, Corey shouted. "She said, all stupid-like. 'Is that very far?'" While Owen and Jonah howled with laughter, Corey added. "Geez, I hope the pilot had more smarts that she did." He shook his head in disbelief. "Is that far?"

The three men walked through the open door, Owen and Jonah still laughing at Corey's tall tale. "Hi, Lucas! Hi'ya, Sam!" Corey called, the moment they entered the new apartment. He dropped his bag on the floor at the side of the door and crossed the room, first taking Lucas, then Sam into a tight embrace. "It's good to see you, Sam! I didn't get to see you enough, the last time I was here." He patted him on the back. "I'm hoping we can become good friends. I sorta feel like I already know you, from all the good things Owen and Lucas are always saying about you."

"You'll have to forgive me. I ask this question of everyone I meet, but, can you cook?" Sam asked, in a deadpan voice, avoiding looking in Lucas' direction.

Corey nodded. "Some." He brightened. "I'm especially good with anything fried in bacon grease." Lucas made a face, while Owen's and Jonah's appreciative smiles matched Sam's.

"You're inviting us over for dinner . . . often . . . aren't you? Perhaps, tomorrow?" Sam patted the chair next to him. "Have a seat and tell us about all the stuff you can cook. Hey, maybe you can give Lucas lessons."

"Bacon grease?"

Corey pulled a chair out for Jonah, then scooted his closer, as they both sat. He rubbed the palm of a hand over Jonah's bare leg, glancing to his left, and smiling. "This is so cool, bein' here with you guys, like this."

"Have you decided about, at least, staying in this apartment until you get things settled?" Lucas asked. "Like I said, if things work out, it's yours, rent free, for as long as you like."

"Are you serious?" Jonah asked, his eyes wide. "I mean . . ." He looked around the apartment, his mouth hanging open. "I can't believe it," he said, shaking his head. "For real?" he asked, turning to Owen to be assured he wasn't being teased.

"It's got a great place for a set of weights," Owen volunteered, "and a shower large enough for the two of you . . . plus five of your closest friends," he muttered, grinning in Lucas' direction. "Or, if you'd like to invite us all over, we can scrub each other's . . . backs," Owen suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. "Lucas has been driving those construction guys crazy, gettin' everything finished fast, so Sam's folks could have some peace and quiet, and not have a bunch of guys hanging around."

"The apartment's also got a big bed," Sam added, pointing toward a set of double doors, standing wide-open, and the bed beyond. "We've got one just like it . . . for the three of us. So, there should be plenty of room for you two."

Lucas sank to he floor, in a cross legged position in front of the fireplace in the apartment he shared with his two partners. Owen kicked the pile of Lucas' clothes aside, and joined him, sitting close, followed a moment later by Sam, who handed a mug of hot chocolate to his two lovers.

"It really was cute," he said, slipping off his underwear, then laying down, resting his head in Lucas' crossed legs. He took Owen's hand and stretched out to absorb the warmth of the lazy fire. "It really was cute, how they would hardly let go of one another's hands the entire time we were eating."

"I've never seen anyone . . . except, maybe Owen, scarf down food like those guys did," Lucas teased, pulling Owen closer to his side.

"I think they were hurrying to finish so they could be alone. Geez, they almost kicked us out!" Owen murmured, his eyes dancing, belying his slightly complaining tone of voice. "I mean, Jonah was 'bout ready to strip-down the moment you mentioned the big shower. He likes bein' nekkid even more'n me." He lapsed into silence for a few moments. "I hope they're having a great time, right now."

"I'm hooooorrrrrnnnnnyyyy!" Sam groaned, twisting one way, then the other, as if in serious pain. He turned onto his belly and began to hump the floor. A moment later, from where his face was buried in Lucas' crotch, he laughed. "Hmm, snacks!"

"I got carpet burn the last time we fooled around on the floor, in front of the fireplace," Owen groaned. "They mar my perfect body," he added, ignoring the rude sounds made by both Sam and Lucas. "So . . ." he added, disengaging himself from Lucas' arm, and standing. "I'm headin' to the bedroom."

"Not yet, you aren't." Lucas grabbed Owen's calf and began licking his leg, while, at the same time Sam rolled away from Lucas' crotch, and began licking Owen's toes.

"Geez, guys," Owen groaned, flexing his toes. Lucas crawled to his knees and was now licking Owen's thighs and ass cheeks. "Wouldn't this all be better if we were in that big ol' bed? My legs are gettin' all trembly." He leaned forward to haul Sam into a standing position, forgetting that Lucas was behind him.

"OH!" he jumped in surprise, as Lucas spread his cheeks and licked across his hole. "I don't like this," he complained, as he reluctantly moved away from Lucas, whose tongue was still extended, the cheeks of his face wet with spit. "It's not fair that I'm gettin' all the attention. I wanna do some of the lickin' and sucking too." He hauled Lucas to his feet, then sprinted toward the bed, the muscles of his buttocks and legs bunching and flexing with each step. He leapt onto the center of the pile of pillows and down comforter, with a wild whoop and a laugh, then quickly turned onto his back, as Sam joined him, also with a wild, arm-waving, yell. Lucas followed a second later, sedately crawling onto the bed between the two naked men, who surrounded him with their arms and legs.

"I can't believe this place," Jonah said, as he closed the door to the apartment, switched off the lights in the area which served as a living room, then collected Corey, with an arm around his waist, and headed to the bedroom.

They both paused a moment, in the bedroom doorway, neither quite believing the wonderful room they were seeing. 'Damn, but Lucas has brought all of his accustomed luxuries to Riverton,' Jonah thought to himself. The vast bed, with crisply white linens, piles of pillows, and a dark blue down comforter draped over the foot of the bed, made for an awesome picture, framed, as it was, by the large window overlooking Riverton's street. In daylight, he imagined, one would be able to see the greenhouses under construction. 'One part of my future,' he thought, to himself. 'I'm holding on to the other part.' He smiled at the thought, in a way he had never smiled, when he thought of spending his life with Sam.

"Ohhh, my stars," Corey mumbled, as he stepped into the room, and ran his hands over the crisp bed sheets. His dark yellow polo shirt stretched across his shoulders, then disappeared into the light grey jeans which cupped his buttocks, and tightly clung to his thighs and calves. He looked over his shoulder. "It's too pretty to sleep on, though I imagine that's what Lucas intends us to do, isn't it?" He turned to Jonah, wearing a shy expression. "I can't wait to be all naked, snuggling in those pillows, holdin' you."

Jonah grinned, switched off the light, and crossed to Corey, his way lit by the silver light of the full moon shining through the large window overlooking Riverton's only street. Here and there, a yellow light shone through a window. In the distance, the single bark of a dog was answered by another, but otherwise, the town was silent.

"Gotta pee," Corey announced, suddenly. "Sorta bad."

"Can I hold it for you?" Jonah asked, following Corey, as he rushed to the bathroom, fumbling to get his pants open. After a shy smile in Jonah's direction, he skinned his bright red underwear over his muscular buttocks and cock, pushing both them and his jeans down the muscles of his legs to the floor.

"It's all yours," he said, thrusting his hips forward slightly, in front of the open toilet. Jonah moistened his lips, moved closer, and tenderly took hold of Corey's limp cock with one hand, aiming it toward the water. He could feel Corey relax, followed immediately by the flow of urine, as it forcefully splashed onto the water. When the flow became a dribble, then a few drops, Corey smiled. "All done."

Jonah sank to his knees and licked the last drops of urine from the tip of the cock, causing Corey to jump in surprise. "I've just begun," Jonah murmured, glancing up at the man who had been the subject of his fantasies, for weeks. "I've dreamt of kneeling before you, doin' this." He nuzzled Corey's sweaty nut sac, groaning with pleasure, as he pushed the heavy testicles from one side to the other with his nose, at the same time as he kneaded Corey's muscular buttocks.

"And this," he added, as he slipped the already stiffening cock into his mouth. Corey hissed an indrawn breath as Jonah pulled him closer, expertly bringing him to a full, and throbbing, erection in only moments. Corey's fingers dug into his shoulders, as Jonah continued sucking on the thick cock, doing his best not to gag as it hit the back of his throat.

"Oh, geez," Corey gasped, his breath coming in quick gasps. He pulled free and backed up. "Damn, you're good at that." He took a couple quick breaths. "It shows me what I've got to look forward to, but I can't shoot, not yet at least." He tenderly ran his fingers through Jonah's thick brown hair. "I'm wanting to make love, Jonah . . . not just get my rocks off. We can do that later. This is the first time we're together. I'd like it to be a loving experience."

Jonah jerked a frustrated, but understanding, nod as he sat back on his heels and admired the pale-skinned penis, which was still wet from his saliva. It stuck out from a mass of curly brown pubic hair, straight and throbbing slightly, with each of Corey's heartbeats. The dark head overhung the shaft, and, at the moment, was oozing out a strand of pre-cum which dangled thickly. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured, tenderly running his fingertips over Corey's scrotum, which reacted to the slight touch by shifting its contents.

"Am I okay?" Corey asked, in a slightly worried voice. Before Jonah could answer, there was a disgusted groan, "Oh, damn." When Jonah looked up, Corey was looking at himself in the mirror. He glanced at Jonah, then back at the mirror. "Why didn't you tell me my hair looked like a cat's been suckin' on it? I'm a mess!" He shook his head in resignation, then pulled Jonah into a standing position, facing him. "Am I the only one who's gonna be nekkid at this party?" he asked, a twinkle showing in his eyes.

"Fuck!" Jonah said, quickly stripping out of his clothes. "There," he smiled. He grabbed his and Corey's erection in a hand, and slowly masturbated them, his hand slipping easily over the pre-cum-slick skin of the two cocks.

"Are we gonna take that shower, we were talkin' about?" Corey asked, smiling. "As much as I'm loving what you're doing, I'd really like to . . . get to know you better . . . his eyes twinkled . . . while we're laying in that big bed." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Y'know . . . so you can squirm around on top of me while we swap spit."

He wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist, trapping their erections between their bellies, then slowly extended his tongue and licked across Jonah's lower lip, before leisurely kissing him. "Being here with you like this . . . all naked n'all, is so friggin' great." He slowly ran his hands over Jonah's back, as he nibbled on his ear, while making a chuckling sound, deep in his throat, and squeezing the younger man's butt. "I'd be willing to bet that I'm gonna have a fuckin' good time, back here," he teased, playfully slapping the pale skinned butt.

When Jonah whimpered, he continued. "D'you like having your asshole licked?" His murmured question was barely more than a breath of warm air against Jonah's ear. "D'ya like having it played with?" There was a hesitation, accompanied by a squeeze, "Fingered?"

"Oh, yes," Jonah groaned, beginning to tremble.

"Fucked?" Corey murmured, then kissed across Jonah's cheek, as he ground their cocks together. Jonah opened his mouth to answer, then licked his lips, and finally jerked a single nod before Corey's tongue found his.

"I like being fucked, too," Corey murmured, his voice low and passionate. "I think I'm gonna especially like being fucked by you, my handsome friend. Or, fingered," he continued, "or . . ." he licked over Jonah's neck and cheek. "Or," Corey continued, "having you tongue my sweaty hole."

"Geez," Jonah whimpered. "Sweaty . . . yeah," he exhaled. "Love sweat."

"I guess that means we can shower . . . tomorrow," Corey murmured, "and we can give each other a . . . tongue bath . . . tonight."

"Fuuuuck," Jonah sighed, a trembling breath. "Please, Corey. Let me lick you."

"Where?" Corey teased, as he switched off the bathroom light, and gently herded Jonah toward the bedroom, lit only by the dim light of the full moon. He climbed onto the bed and turned, holding out an arm in invitation.

"C'mon, lover. Lay on top of me. Let me taste your tongue."

Jonah climbed onto the bed, then lowered himself onto Corey, and into a tender embrace. 'This is so . . . perfect . . .' he told himself, as they parted from a lengthy kiss. 'We're skin-to-skin, just like I've always wanted.' The scent of the man sent a jolt through his body.

"Oh, Corey," he murmured, as he rolled onto his back, pulling Corey on top of him. He spread his legs, wrapping them around the heavier man's waist. "Making love, and goin' slow, is all well-and-good, but, right-now, I need to be fucked." He thrust himself against Corey, feeling their trapped penises mashed against one another's. "I need to feel you inside me, shooting inside me." He found the older man's tongue. "Make me yours," he panted.

Corey raised himself up and looked into Jonah's eyes. "Y'sure?" His question was answered by a single nod.

Jonah pulled Corey close for another lingering kiss. Then, as Corey knelt, he brought his own legs back so his knees were touching his shoulders, exposing himself to Corey.

Corey rubbed his nose back and forth across the opening, holding Jonah's legs back. "Fuuuuck," he sighed, aloud, then attacked the waiting pucker with his tongue, burrowing inside, then licking over the surface, feeling the muscular ring of the sphincter alternately relax, then tense.

"Y'okay?" Jonah propped himself up on an elbow and tenderly ran a hand over Corey's smooth chest. The pale moonlight streaming through the nearby window, draping them both in its light, highlighted the slow rise and fall of his chest, his small nipples stimulated to firmness by Jonah's touch.

Corey focused his gaze, and grinned, resting a hand on top of Jonah's, and lightly squeezing. "This is just so much beyond anything I've ever experienced. I'm overwhelmed," he said, choking out the words. "I don't know whether to laugh or cry, or both."

"Tomorrow will make things look better." Jonah snuggled close, throwing a leg over Corey's. "Laugh, Corey! Be happy. We've found one another. Out of all the people in the world, we've found one another."

"You misunderstand," Corey murmured. "I am happier today than I've ever thought possible." He raised Jonah's hand to his lips, from where it rested on his chest, and kissed it. "Thank you, Jonah . . . for everything."

~ to be continued ~

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