A Little Harmless Fantasy (5 page)

“God, you are a joy,” he said. He leaned forward and
brushed his mouth over hers. The simple kiss sent another jolt of
lust racing through her blood. He pulled back and smiled. “You
think about it. It’s a week. We can try it out, play…no
worries. I have a feeling that you’ll have a really good time.”

“I don’t know.”

“Just think about it.” He took her hand and kissed her
fingers. “I’ll see myself out.”

She didn’t move, couldn’t. She was so turned on she
didn’t know if she could walk. She finally gathered herself
enough to take a couple of steps. The glass he had drunk out of sat
on the counter still. She grabbed it up and drank the remaining water
down in one gulp.

She set it on the counter. The ideas that Rory had conjured up in her
brain were never going to go away. Closing her eyes, they flashed
there, tempting her. It was everything she could hope for. Zeke, and
a hot Dom to make it all happen just as he had said.

She
would
have a really good time, but would her heart
survive?

Zeke rolled up his swim trunks and stuffed them into his suitcase
with more force than he needed. Irritation inched down his spine.
Zeke knew he should have known this was going to happen, but he
thought this time would be different. Rory had promised, had told him
that he was there to stay. It was one of the reasons he had hired
him. They needed dependable people, and when he was there, really
there, Rory was the most dependable person in the world.

Zeke heard the door open, knew it was Rory and said nothing.

“Zee,” he yelled.

Zeke hesitated. He wasn’t sure he was in the mood to deal with
his lover at the moment. Rory had a habit of disappearing for long
periods of time right before he vanished for several months. Zeke
promised himself it would be the last time for that shit. This time,
if Rory walked out of his life, he was cut off.

Rory stepped into the room. “You seem to be doing some damage
to the clothes, there. What have they ever done to you?”

His tone told Zeke he was trying to keep that tone light. Zeke wasn’t
in the mood. He didn’t even look at him. If he did, Zeke was
pretty sure he would punch him in his fucking throat.

“What’s up?”

Zeke rolled up a shirt and stuffed it in with his other clothes
before answering. “Nothing. Just wondering where you were for
two hours.”

“I had some things to pick up.”

Rory had never cheated on Zeke.
Never
. It just wasn’t in
his character. When he was there, he was there just for Zeke. He
might be a bastard when it came to sticking around, but that went
with the package. Rory had commitment issues to the extreme. Zeke
understood them, he was just sick of dealing with them. Sometimes, it
was too fucking much to ask.

“When are you leaving?” Zeke asked. As soon as he said
the words, he regretted them. He wasn’t really in the mood for
the truth. He wasn’t sure he ever was but he was pretty sure he
wasn’t now.

When he said nothing, Zeke looked up at him. Rory was frowning. “What
the bloody hell are you talking about?”

Of course, Rory had no idea what he was talking about. They never
addressed the issues they had. Not the ones like this. He would start
to discuss it and Rory would disappear. It was the way he had dealt
with things in the past.

“Look,” Zeke said as he went into the bathroom and
started to shove things into his shaving kit, “I know what’s
going on. This time though, I’ll have to replace you at the
office if you are going to disappear, so at least give me a head’s
up.”

Rory said nothing. Zeke wasn’t sure if he was confused or
stunned that he had confronted him on it. He brushed past him back
into the bedroom.

“Stop,” Rory said.

Zeke shoved his bag into the suitcase. “I’m not in the
mood to have a fight, but if you’re leaving, I need to know.”

Rory walked to him then and took his hands. “Stop.”

Zeke shook his hands away. “This is my life here—my
reputation. I can’t let you drop off the side of the earth
because things got too intense.” He couldn’t look at him.
Zeke knew if he did, Rory would talk him back into bed easily. He was
sick of that. Hard truths had to be said.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not planning on
going anywhere.”

With a sigh, he turned to face him and felt a sharp punch to the gut.
The pain in Rory’s gaze was enough to undo Zeke. It was his
downfall to love stubborn people. Maura was just as bad. And when he
shoved them, Zeke tended to hurt their feelings.

“I’m not leaving you. Not now, not unless you want me
to.”

Zeke wanted to believe him. The sincerity in his voice was genuine.
And he understood that many times when Rory left, it wasn’t
because of their relationship but of the ghosts he fought from his
past.

Rory skimmed his hands up his arms and then cupped his face.

“I am not leaving.
Ever
.”

Then he leaned closer, brushing his mouth over Zeke’s. The
taste of him, the feel of his lips against his pulled a sigh from
Zeke. He rested his forehead against his. Rory sighed.

“I can’t leave you, Zee. Not anymore.”

The words tightened Zeke’s heart. Desire and love threaded
Rory’s voice. So many times he had watched the one man he had
always loved walk out of his life. This time…it might kill
him. But never before had Rory promised him not to leave.

Rory kissed him again, invading his mouth. Zeke’s heart raced
as his cock hardened, his blood heated. Rory’s tongue brushed
against Zeke’s as he slid his arms around him and down to his
ass, pulling Rory tight against him. The feel of his cock against his
own, even through the layers of clothing, was enough for Zeke to
start losing control. Rory was already hard and Zeke groaned. It was
difficult not to. For over ten years, it hadn’t changed for
them one bit.

Just like the first time, Zeke felt himself falling. Rory always did
this to him, could always make it impossible to resist him. He needed
him like an addict needed their favorite drug. Every cell in his body
urged Zeke to surrender to him. All the concerns he’d had just
minutes before dissolved under Rory’s sensual assault.

Rory kissed a path down Zeke’s neck as he grabbed the bottom of
Zeke’s shirt and practically tore it off. Then, Rory started to
work his way down his body, kissing and nipping at his skin. Zeke’s
cock hardened further and he shivered when he felt the hard bite of
Rory’s teeth against his flesh.

There was an urgency to Rory’s movements and it fed Zeke’s
need. He needed the connection, needed to feel flesh against flesh.
Rory grabbed the waistband of Zeke’s jeans, yanked it free of
the button then jerked down the zipper. Zeke wasn’t wearing any
underwear and his cock sprang free. Rory wrapped his hand around it
and gave it a few long pumps.

“Like, that, do ya, love?” Rory asked. He didn’t
wait for an answer. He took Zeke’s mouth in a hard, punishing
kiss as he continued to pump his shaft. Fuck. With each stroke, Rory
pulled him closer to the edge. At that moment, he was completely and
absolutely under his spell. Rory bit down on Zeke’s bottom lip
before pulling back and releasing his cock.

Rory dropped to his knees and wrapped his hand around his cock. He
gave it another hard pump before he lifted it up and slipped his
tongue over Zeke’s sac. Zeke curled his toes into the carpet
and tried to control himself. He was so fucking close to coming.

“Beautiful,” Rory said as he leaned forward to lick up
one side of Zeke’s penis. His breath feathered over Zeke’s
flesh and he shivered. Then, Rory looked up at Zeke and slowly, took
the tip into his mouth. Rory swirled his tongue around the tip, as he
pumped his cock. He pulled back, licked down one side, teasing the
tip of his penis, then down to his sac again. Little nips against his
sensitive skin pulled another drop of precome to the surface and Zeke
could feel his orgasm approaching. As Rory continued to pump him with
his hand, he took Zeke’s penis into his mouth fully. His other
hand was on his ass, his fingers digging into his skin as if he was
afraid he would go somewhere. There was no chance in that.

Closer and closer, Rory pushed him toward that edge, but just as Zeke
was about to come, Rory pulled back.

“Fuck,” Zeke muttered as he watched Rory pull off his
shirt. Rory stood and attacked his pants. He was naked within
seconds. Not able to resist, Zeke skimmed his hand over Rory’s
chest then slipped it down to Rory’s impressive erection. Rory
leaned his head back and groaned as Zeke stroked him a few times. He
wanted to make Rory lose control. Before he could though, Rory
tumbled them back onto the bed. Zeke heard a thunk and realized the
suitcase had fallen on the floor. He ignored it.

Rory wasted no time. He straddled Zeke’s face and took his head
in his hands. Zeke eagerly opened his mouth and took him in. Deeper
and deeper Rory thrust into Zeke’s mouth. His fingers dug into
Zeke’s scalp as Zeke slid his hands to Rory’s ass. A drop
of precome danced over his taste buds.

Each time he took him in his mouth deeper and deeper. He wanted that,
wanted to taste him as he came, but Rory had other ideas. He pulled
back and then moved off him.

“Fuck.”

The exasperation was easy to hear and Zeke smiled. It wasn’t
often he could push him that far. Rory scooted down Zeke’s body
so they were lying groin to groin, their cocks pressed together. Zeke
closed his eyes and sighed. Rory cupped his face and kissed him.
Frustration and desire filled the gesture.

When he pulled back, he looked at Zeke for a long while.

“I love you, Zee.”

The words were whispered but without hesitation. It had taken him so
long to finally tell Zeke of his love it was always a joy to hear.
Zeke smiled.

“I love you too.”

Rory smiled at him. It was almost embarrassing how his heart
flip-flopped. He really did love this man, almost more than he loved
himself. He had never really been serious about another man in all
his life. There had been others, but there was only one Rory. There
was a part of his heart—part of his soul—that had known
that all along.

Rory slipped out of bed, and offered his hand. Zeke took it and
stood, his heart hammering against his chest. Rory knelt down in
front of him, kissing and nipping at the skin as he went. Zeke
slipped his hands down to Rory’s head and fucked his mouth.
God, it felt good, the damp, warm recesses of his mouth, the way he
moved his tongue over the tip of Zeke’s cock always got to him.
He continued pumping in and out of his Rory’s mouth, but his
rhythm quickened as he felt his orgasm take over. One hard thrust and
he came, holding Rory’s head still as he thrust one last time
in his mouth and giving over to the pleasure.

Rory gave Zeke’s cock one last lick before he kissed his way
back up his body. Then, he turned Zeke toward the bed. He skimmed his
hands down Zeke’s back. God, the man had the hands of a god.
Just one little touch and Zeke was turned to jelly. Rory trailed his
fingers down to Zeke’s ass. Zeke settled his hands on the
mattress as he felt Rory pull his cheeks apart before he entered him
in one hard thrust.

Fuck, that felt good. The connection was stronger than ever. Rory
thrust in and out of his ass, his groans were music to Zeke’s
ears. It didn’t take long before Rory was groaning Zeke’s
name. He leaned over him, his chest against Zeke’s back. He
could feel his lover’s heart hammering as Rory kissed the back
of his neck.

He pulled out of Zeke’s ass and they fell onto the bed but
unlike all the years before, Rory held onto him, tightly. Zeke could
be pissed, he could be worried, but he couldn’t say that things
hadn’t changed between them.

Zeke just hoped that this time Rory was there for good.

* * * *

Rory didn’t always enjoy lying around in bed with lovers. He
rarely seemed to be able to settle even after a good bout of sex.
With Zee, it was different. No matter where they were, Rory could
find himself at peace if Zee was beside him.

The sun had set and the only light in the room came from the hall
light. His mind seemed to relax, his body felt…right.
Something just seemed right here in bed with Zee. After years of
fighting what he finally accepted, Zee was his home and there was no
way he could fuck it up. And that was the reason he wanted to give
him Maura, even if it was for a week.

“So, do you want to know where I was?” Rory asked him. He
knew Zee was worried about their relationship. The man was a worrier
and that was probably why Rory found him so attractive. He knew he
didn’t have to deal with the worrying; Zee worried enough for
the two of them. It was also nice to have someone, anyone, worry
about him. He’d only had one or two people in his life like
that.

Zee’s sigh was long and there was a bit of loneliness to it.
Ever since his return a few months ago, Rory felt that there was
something more going on with him.

“I figured you were starting your regular pattern.”

That brought him up short. Rory shifted in bed to get a better view
of Zee. His eyes were closed and the little bit of light that was in
the room shimmered over his skin. Damn, the man was still fucking
hot.

Rory shook his head. “What do you mean?”

Zee sighed again. “Every time before you bug off, you start
disappearing for long stretches.”

Rory pulled himself up so he could look down at Zee. Rory knew Zee
was close to falling asleep, but Rory had a point to make. He had
been a shit a huge part of his life and Rory knew that the biggest
mistakes he had ever made were pushing Zee away when they got too
serious. He was done with that. Almost dying did things to a man and
it made him look at life differently.

“Zee.” He waited for his lover to open his eyes. They
were deep chocolate with a dark gold encircling the iris. How could
anyone resist a man who was so fucking sexy and loving? He couldn’t
and thankfully, Zee hadn’t given up on him. “I’m
not leaving. I know you don’t believe me and I have a lot to
prove, but I’m not leaving this time.”