Jonas groaned softly as he thrust into the beautiful body splayed on top of his kitchen island, his hands gripping Julian's hips as he set a punishing pace. Apparently his lover appreciated it as well; he was gasping, his back arching as he thrust his ass backward to meet each push on Jonas' part. He admired the sweat sheening the younger man's skin as he swooped down to lay kisses on Julian's shoulders and the back of his neck.
Julian's fingers scrabbled at the wooden top of the island, and he threw his head back. "Ahh, Jesus!" he cried wildly. "I'm going to?come, Jonas!"
He released one hip so that he could reach around and help his lover out. Grabbing Julian's quivering cock, he stroked it steadily in time to his thrusts. The younger man gave forth a wordless cry of ecstasy, before painting the side of the island white as he shot out over Jonas' caressing hand. He flopped on top of the island, panting, as Jonas continued to thrust into him for a dozen more strokes before he found his own end in that hot, tight, convulsing space that milked his cock relentlessly. He fell on Julian's back, doing a fair amount of panting in his own right.
"Wow, that just gets better every time," Julian mumbled, not moving.
"Yes," Jonas agreed hoarsely. He rubbed his cheek against Julian's back, loving the feel of the sweat-slick skin.
Finally, reluctantly, he lifted himself away from his lover. They still had Julian's therapy session to do today, and he never shirked on that. No matter how tired he was from having sex with the young and active Julian, he intended to see this through. Julian's mental and emotional health were too important to him not to put forth his best effort. He sighed as he pulled the condom off and tied it up, walking over to discard it in the trash can. Julian propped his elbow on the top of the island and admired his lover's naked body, especially the back view. "Hey, Jonas?" he said.
"Yes?" The dark eyes turned his way as Jonas looked at him over his shoulder.
"Do you ever bottom? I like to top sometimes," Julian said.
"Oh? Yes, I do," Jonas replied. "I'm just used to being a top, because Chris loved bottoming and didn't like to top very often. But I used to switch hit in college, so just let me know whenever you want to be on top."
Julian walked over and slid his arms around Jonas. "You are awesome," he said, kissing his lover on the lips. "You know that? Really great. I love you."
"I love you too," Jonas replied, his hands sliding up and down Julian's back. "Very much. And I love being with you like this, but?"
"But we have to get dressed and retire to your study for my session," Julian finished for him. "I know. Is it bad of me to hope that I improve really quickly, so that we don't have to have those anymore? Then it'll just be sex all day every day."
Jonas smiled. "I'm glad you want to get better," he said humorously, "But please remember that I'm older than you. I doubt I could set that punishing a pace without wearing myself out."
"We could just cuddle then," Julian said, kissing the tip of his prominent nose. "As long as I get to grope you once in awhile, I'll be happy."
Jonas smiled. "That would be fine," he said.
Julian paused as a voice called his name. He turned to see his mother bearing down on him, and steeled himself for another conversation with her. She had a gimlet look in her eyes, and they seemed to be looking right through him. "What is it?" he asked as patiently as he could.
"Julian, why haven't I gotten any more bills from Mr. Goldman's office? Have you stopped going to therapy?" She asked suspiciously.
Oh, God. He'd been waiting for this moment ever since he'd stopped officially going to therapy a few weeks ago. "No, Mother, I haven't stopped going to my therapy sessions," he said.
"Then why hasn't he sent me a bill?" she asked suspiciously.
He took a deep breath. "Because he's not charging me for the sessions anymore," he said.
Her mouth opened a little, then she pointed a dramatic finger at him. "I knew it! You're screwing your therapist!" she cried.
He shrugged. "Yes. You predicted it, Mother. If anything, it's kind of your fault because you made me realize just how I feel about Jonas. I am in love with him, just like you said. And he loves me too. We're loves now."
"Is that wise?" she asked, studying his face anxiously. "You shouldn't mess up your therapy?"
"It's not messing up my therapy," He replied patiently. "If anything, I'm getting better faster because Jonas pushes me even harder now. He never stints on the tough questions or holds back, because he loves me and wants me to get well. I guess you could call it the best personal service possible. In many ways, "he added drolly.
She stared at him, then laughed a little. "Well, if you're sure I won't fight you on it. I just hope that he really loves you," she went on, sobering, "because I don't want you to get hurt again."
His face softened, and he stepped forward to hug her. "You don't have to worry about me," he said to her as he released her. "Because Jonas really does love me. I'm very happy," he said with a genuine, warm smile.
She looked relieved. "Oh, Julian, I'm glad. After that horrible last boyfriend of yours cheated on you?"
He steeled himself once again. "He didn't just cheat on me, Mother," he said quietly. "I think it's time for me to tell you what happened to me, why I started acting the way I did and why I needed therapy. Darryn?he?" he gulped, his hands fisting at his sides as he struggled to admit to the horror that he'd endured at his former boyfriend's hands. "He?and some drugged up friends of his?they came to my apartment one night about a year ago?and they raped me. All of them."
Her face twisted in shock and horror at his confession. One hand flew up to cover her mouth. "Oh, God, Julian," she whimpered. "Is it true? You were raped?"
He nodded, his throat closing up. He waited for her reaction, good or bad, to the news he'd never intended to tell her. At last she shocked him by coming over to him and throwing her arms around him tightly. "That son-of-a-bitch," she snarled as she clutched at him. "Is going to pay."
He hugged her back, even as he said thickly: "I don't want to go through a trial, Mother."
She shook her head against his chest. "Oh, no. I wouldn't put you through that, Julian. You've already been through enough. No, I'll find another way to make him suffer, you have my word on that. I don't have all of this money for nothing."
A laugh caught in his throat as she stepped back and looked up at him with bright eyes. "I'm so sorry that happened to you," she said. "And I'm really sorry that you didn't feel like you could tell me right away. But I understand - I haven't been a very good mother, have I?"
"No, but not everybody's cut out for it," he remarked as he patted her arm soothingly. "And at least you're trying, even if it's a little late. And thanks for not just saying that I deserved it. Because I'm a fa?homosexual," he said, changing in mid-word.
"That's because you didn't deserve it, even though you're a homosexual," she snapped. "No one deserves that?well, except for the rapists themselves. Like that Darryn," she said nastily, a dark look in her eyes.
He found himself smiling, even though there were tears in his eyes. "Anyway, Mother, I've got to go. I have another session with Jonas today."
She eyes him. "Is that what you're calling gay sex now? Sessions?" she asked archly.
He chuckled. "Not exactly, although that usually takes place before or after the real therapy sessions."
She laughed in spite of herself. "All right. Tell Jonas hi for me?and when you decide to move in with him, just give me some notice so that I'll be prepared."
He looked surprised. "Move in with him? We haven't discussed anything like that?"
She snorted. "Oh, please. Anyone who has it as bad as you do will be shacking up with the guy you love. It's inevitable. And probably sooner rather than later, which is why I'd like some notice. It'll be kind of lonely around here without you," she added.
He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'm sure you'll survive, Mother. You can always have Antonio move in with you. He'll keep you 'company'."
She brightened up at this mention of her latest boy toy. "That's true," she conceded. "Off with you now, I'm sure you're dying to see you're therapist," she said, making shooing motions at him with her red-nailed hands.
"Thanks. I'll see you later," he left the house, not only eager to see Jonas once again but feeling lighter and happier for having confessed what had happened to him to his mother. Her reaction had helped to soothe some of the hurt inside of him, in the part that had feared that she'd be both unloving and even cruel when she found out about his rapes.
Later, as he lounged in Jonas' arms, Julian sighed in pleasure as he rested his head back against the therapist's naked chest. "Hey, Jonas? I didn't tell you earlier, but I told my mother what happened to me," he said.
"Oh? What did she say?" Jonas asked, concern in his voice.
"She said that she's going to make Darryn pay for what he did, as she doesn't have all of her money for nothing," he said with relish.
Jonas laughed, stirring his hair. "I see. A formidable woman, you're mother. I'm glad that she took the news so well. I know that you were worried about how she'd react."
"Yeah. She was much better than I ever expected her to be. I guess it just goes to show that you never can tell about a person, even when you've known them all your life."
"That's true. People constantly surprise me," Jonas said, kissing the top of his head.
"She said something else, too," Julian said after a moment's comfortable silence.
"What?"
"She said that when I moved in with you I should give her some notice," Julian said hesitantly. He craned his neck to see his lover's face as he said this.
Jonas blinked. "Move in with me?" he said slowly.
Julian felt his stomach twist into anxious knots. "Yes, but its okay if you don't want to?" he began hurriedly, "We can just go on like we have. I mean?"
"Julian, please shut up," Jonas said firmly, taking him by surprise. Then the therapist kissed him, effectively stealing any protests he might have. When he pulled his head back, Jonas smiled down into his eyes. "I'd love to move in with you," he said softly. "I can't think of anything I'd like better. But I think we should wait until your therapy is finished, so that there won't be any conflicts of interest. Besides, that will give us some more time to get to know each other better. We could start going on dates, that sort of thing. Then when you do move in with me, we'll both know that we're ready and it's right. Okay?"
Julian felt a wash of warmth, desire, and love race through him. He turned in Jonas' arms and draped his body over his lover's. "It's more than okay," he said softly, just before he kissed Jonas to seal the deal, "It's wonderful. And you're wonderful. I love you, Jonas Goldman." Then he kissed his therapist deeply, saying without words how happy he was, how great this moment was, and how much he had to be thankful for.
Five Months Later:
"That's the last of them," Julian said, putting down the box in Jonas' (now him and Jonas') kitchen.
"Great. We'll start unpacking in a little while. For now, though, I thought we'd celebrate. I bought some wine and ordered take-out. I've got some candles, we can have a romantic candlelit dinner," Jonas said as he stepped up behind Julian and put his arms around him.
Julian relaxed back into his hold. "Sounds great," he said, rubbing his body back against Jonas' to make the older man moan a bit. "And afterward, dessert?" he added, his fingers reaching behind him to lightly touch Jonas' hard cock.
"I like the sound of that," Jonas gasped. He kissed the side of Julian's neck lovingly. "I'm so glad to have you here," he confessed. "Making love during the daytime is great, but I also like sleeping with the man that I love. Cuddling together all night is one of the better parts of a relationship - like taking long hot baths together, and sharing the hot tub, and making dinner together?"
Julian smiled, turning around to face him. "I love the sound of all of that," he confessed, putting his arms around Jonas' neck. "I didn't always like to sleep with Darryn; he snored and he rolled on me. I hope that you don't do that?"
"Chris never complained about anything like that," Jonas assured him.
"Great. I'm sure that Darryn has someone to sleep with now, except that I'm also sure that he's not happy about that arrangement?"
Jonas burst out laughing. "Is it wrong that I like the thought of that?" he asked.
Julian shook his head. True to her word, his mother had made sure that Darryn at least was punished for his crime. Campus security at his new school had busted the student with enough meth in his possession to put him away for at least five years. He'd protested vociferously that the drugs weren't his and he had no idea how they'd gotten into his gym bag and Julian was absolutely sure that that was true. But no one listened, and Darryn was now doing time with a lot of convicts who were sure to think that he was quite attractive. Justice had been served, even if somewhat belatedly. And he'd never had to endure the horror of a trial.
Julian knew he had a lot to thank his mother for. He would never have thought that was possible, but if she hadn't made him go to therapy, he never would have met and fallen for Jonas Goldman. And if he hadn't, he probably would have been dead now from suicide or drugs or in a mental hospital because he'd finally lost it. Instead, he was happier than he could ever remember being in spite of the trauma of the gang rapes. And he knew just how to thank her, too. There was this exquisite pair of diamond earrings that he'd seen in a jeweler's store the other day when he'd been picking out a promise ring for Jonas (an article he intended to give his lover as a Christmas present). He'd buy them with the allowance that his father sent to him, and give them to her at Christmas. He just knew that she'd love them, greedy little gold-digger that she was. He could smile as he thought that now, without bitterness. His mother was as she was, and that was fine.
"Have I told you that I love you today?" he asked aloud.
Jonas smiled. "No, you're been remiss. I think that I should punish you."
Julian looked interested. "Oh? Are you going to spank me?" he purred as he pressed himself to Jonas' body.
The therapist shook his head. "Now why doesn't it shock me that that's the first thing that came into your mind?"
"Because I'm kinky, and you know that?" Julian said quasi-innocently.
"Yes, that's it. Anyway?" he stroked his fingers down Julian's cheek, "Welcome home, Julian."
He felt as though his heat couldn't quite contain all of the happiness that he was feeling right now. "I'm glad to be home at last, Jonas," he replied simply, and then their lips met in the best homecoming possible.
The End