Boston Boys [01] - A Life Without You (28 page)

Jesse doesn’t come out, though. He pulls the door back half way and answers the ringing phone.

The sound of Jesse’s voice makes my hands twitch. “Oh, hi Mom.”

Pause.

“No, I’ve told you a hundred times, it’s over. Besides, I’m in love with someone else.”

Pause.

“Well, it’s kind of complicated. I’d rather not talk about it over the phone.”

Pause.

“Mom, that’s racist, but no, I’m not in love with a foreigner, and no, I won’t be swept off to live in Europe.” Pause.

I’ve talked to his mom a couple of times when he was out and forgot his phone in the room. She sounds very nice and I hope she’ll learn to deal quickly with his sexuality.

“Yeah, about that, I’ll come home for about a week or two, because we need to talk, but then I’m going back to Boston. I got a job at a construction company. I want to try to work on my own.”

Pause.

Construction company? I hope it’s the same one I’m applying for. They were looking for a number of workers.

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“Mom, Anne and I aren’t in love. You can’t expect me to –

Yeah, okay, but –”

I walk around the half-open door and look inside. Jesse’s wet hair is sticking to his neck and face. He’s lying on his bed next to damp towels, wearing a thin t-shirt and high shorts that reveal the golden hair on his gloriously tanned, muscular legs. Resting on the footboard are his sexy toes. I want to suck every single one of them.

“Listen, is it okay if I bring someone with me? I haven’t asked yet, but I’m hoping –” He stops mid-sentence when he sees me through the gap in the door. “Mom, I’ll talk to you later,” he says and hangs up.

I walk into the room and close the door behind me. The draft dies down. I meet Jesse’s gaze with a soft smile.

“I don’t really expect you to tell her, you know. I kind of feel like I’m pushing you into coming out.” Jesse sits up. “I told you earlier, it’s my choice and I feel kind of…liberated now that I’ve made the decision.” I try to suppress a chuckle, but fail. “Does this mean you’re going to turn into a butterfly?”

The quizzical look on Jesse’s face makes me smile wider.

“Butterfly?” He turns his phone off when it jingles again.

“Yeah. When some guys come out they feel so liberated that they turn into the girly-gay side of Eric – change their way of speaking and everything.”

Jesse frowns. “Oh, no way. I’m just gonna be me.”

“I’m glad.” I can’t stop smiling, but at least I’m not grinning anymore. Just looking at a happy Jesse – a free and single Jesse ready to be mine – has me feeling all warm inside.

“Did you come to talk?”

My palms are actually sweating. They never sweat. They’re usually so dry I have to use hand lotion to keep them moist. “No, I came to check if it was all right for me to move back in today.” A Life Without You
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Jesse stands up and walks to me, his lips half parted, his eyes gazing. I’m completely mesmerized by his beauty.

“Of course, but only if you give me a chance to make things up to you. I can’t live in the same room knowing I can’t have you.”

This was me several months ago, agonizing over my need to have him. Fighting my body every day so I wouldn’t jump him and force myself upon him. Living with him was almost unbearable before he gave in and became my lover and then life became impossible when I no longer had him as my lover.

“Jesse,” I breathe and close the distance between us.

The taste of his lips, the feel of his skin, the warmth of his body overwhelm me as I devour him out of primal instinct. I have very little control over my body. I push him against the wall and kiss him so deeply that he has to fight to break free for air.

He tastes so sweet. I lick his lips and dive back in, thrusting my tongue into his hot mouth. I lap against his tongue and nothing exists except for me and my precious lover, this amazing creature who is like a drug to me.

I pull off his t-shirt and push down his shorts. His naked skin feels like silk under my fingertips. He fumbles with my clothes as well and I help him get me naked. We fall onto the bed and roll around. The feel of his body under mine is so familiar, but it’s been so long that I’m having a hard time keeping a cool head. I have a strong urge to thrust my cock into him, but at the same time I know it would hurt him…like it did in the kitchen. Hurting him is the last thing I want to do.

Jesse claws me when I pull back and push myself off him.

“What are you doing?” he pants.

I sit up and rest my head in the palms of my hands. “I’m trying to cool down a little.”

“Why? I don’t want you to cool down. I want you to fuck me.” There. He said it again and my head reels. I lean back over him.

“I have to be careful because it’s been a long time since you’ve
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had something in here…apart from that time in the kitchen. I’m so sorry I shoved it in like that. Did you bleed?” I gently press my finger against the rim of his hole. It pulses hungrily under my touch.

Jesse shudders. “I was very sore after, but I didn’t bleed. But, um…” His teeth graze his lower lip while a blush spreads over his cheeks. “Well, it’s not exactly like I haven’t had
anything
up there recently...”

“You’ve been with other guys?” My heart thuds in my ears.

The all too familiar pain floods my chest and I’m about to pull back completely when Jesse grabs hold of me.

“No, it’s not like that. After you’d been gone a while there was a present wrapped in pink paper outside my door.”

“Pink paper?”

“Yeah. In the box was a very colorful and flashy vibrator from a shop called ‘Terry’s Sex Shop’.” He lifts a shoulder up to his ear in adorable embarrassment.

“And…you’ve been using it?” The shock earlier was enough to release me from the primal clutches and I was able to think straight for like a second. Needless to say, the pain has evaporated with Jesse’s explanation. Now my head is filled with images of Jesse getting off with a vibrator up his ass and it’s making me horny all over again.

“Well yeah, but it can’t even begin to compare to yours. I don’t even come with that thing in there; I have to use my hand, but I’ve been keeping myself stretched for you…you know, just in case.”

I look down at Jesse’s swollen cock. I might be able to prepare him somewhat calmly before the beast in my takes over again.

“Who gave it to you? Terry’s Sex Shop, did you say?” I move down and take his hard cock in my mouth.

Jesse whimpers. “I-I don’t know…probably…Eric. There was this- Ah!” I release Jesse’s cock and turn him over. He gets up on all fours when I spread his butt cheeks to reveal his beautiful bud.

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My voice is thick with lust when I talk. “There was this what?” I dive down and press my tongue against the rim. Jesse’s back arches as he cries out a moan.

“C…card saying… En- Aah!”

I grin wickedly. A new sensitive spot. “Saying what?” I move my tongue in circles and each time I press it against the middle Jesse’s body quivers. Why haven’t I tried this before?

“…saying ‘Enjoy’- Nnnh!”

I lick and slurp and suck his hole. It feels so good that my own body is shivering. I pull back and suck on his butt cheek while I try to calm down a little. He’ll be covered in hickeys after tonight, but that can’t be helped.

Jesse whimpers again. “There were also these little stick figures having sex drawn all over,” he pants under his squirming body.

His cheek is pressed against the pillow and his wanton expression does nothing to help me cool down.

“That’s definitely Eric,” I say, voice low and rattling.

My fierce desire is reflected in Jesse’s gaze when his eyes find mine.

“I thought he was saying that I better get used to that thing because I wasn’t going to get the real thing back.” I spread Jesse’s cheeks again. His hole pulses, hungrily pulling me towards it. I swallow hard and gaze down at it. “Since it’s Eric, he was probably telling you to use it
until
you got the real thing back.”

I can’t take it anymore. I lick and suck on it so much it only takes me a short time to get Jesse stretched enough for my cock.

By the time I push it in he cries out my name and spurts his come on the sheets.

I’m getting lost in Jesse again. I feel myself being pulled into him like a bee to a delightful, one-of-a-kind flower. His presence is intoxicating, numbing, heart wrenching. Maybe I will be able to keep my priorities a little straighter from now on, but Jesse will always be my top priority.

About the AuthoR

Erica hasn’t been writing since she was in diapers, nor has she been an avid reader since she learned her ABC’s. She has, however, always been a daydreamer spinning tales after tales.

After having exhausted every possible scenario of man-woman love, she started weaving stories of men who love men. So much hotter! This time she wrote it all down.

She lives in Iceland with her adorable little twin boys, and is happy with what she has. She often says that her real name sounds like Klingon to foreigners so she doesn’t even bother revealing it.

She’s been writing for several years, or ever since reading became an obsession. Aside from a business degree, Erica has taken English courses at the University of Iceland and gulped down anything that might help her in her career as an author.

She takes great interest in English, but will break every single grammar rule for the sake of the voice.

Erica loves to hear from her readers. She’s a friendly, easygoing (and a bit silly) person who doesn’t mind talking about herself in third person.

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ou can find her at http://www.ericapike.com

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