Gay Amish 03 - A Way Home (15 page)

“He’s quiet. I only saw him for a little while before he went to bed.”

“I talked to my mother about him. About me too.” He sighed heavily. “I know she loves us. But she’ll never go against the church. It’s like…we’re on a riverbank and none of us can swim, and she’s on the other side. So close, but always too far.”

“I understand.” David brushed Isaac’s cheek. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way. They believe they’re right, and we won’t change their minds. It’s right for them. We have to do what’s right for us.”

Silver neighed softly as she munched on the new grass struggling to grow. Quickly, Isaac tethered her to a tree, giving her lots of slack on the reins. He turned back to David, imagining he could see the blue of his beautiful eyes even in the shadows of the forest.

“There are things we need to talk about,” David said. “Things I need to tell you.”

Isaac nodded. “Yes.” They did need to talk. But he itched to touch, to feel David inside him and know that they were okay. “Later.”

He lunged for David’s mouth, kissing him with the same desperation he had their first night in these trees. David moaned, his tongue meeting Isaac’s as they grappled, hands squeezing and roaming. Isaac thrust his hips against David’s, his cock already getting hard, rubbing against the fabric of his pants.

“Wait, wait,” David mumbled, breaking the kiss. “I brought…” He motioned to a large bag on the ground that Isaac hadn’t noticed. He dropped to his knees and unfurled two blankets. “Is it…do you want…”

Isaac was already yanking off his coat and clothes. Gooseflesh rippled over his bare skin in the night air, but his blood was hot enough. He stripped off everything but his black boots, tugging his pants free over them, the legs just wide enough. David had just removed his shirt when Isaac urged him back on the blanket, pulling the other one up over his own shoulders. Isaac settled over David’s hips, groaning as he rubbed against the bulging fly of David’s jeans.

“Oh, Isaac. I wish you could see how beautiful you are,” David murmured, running his hands up and down Isaac’s thighs.

Running his fingers over David’s lips, Isaac whispered, “You too.” He bent over and kissed him. “I need you inside me. It’s been too long.”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” David reached for the bag and fished out a little jar of petroleum jelly. He smiled crookedly. “I’ll buy June another pot.”

Laughter bubbled up from Isaac’s chest. He kissed David again, wanting to forget everything else in this moment. There was only the two of them in the whole wide world, here together, and it was all that mattered for now. Isaac dipped his fingers into the little jar and sat up on his knees. He reached behind himself boldly, finding his hole.

The blanket slipped off his shoulders, but Isaac didn’t care. He pushed his index finger into his ass, working it in inch by inch. He didn’t even feel the night air, a flush traveling over his body as he opened himself. His cock jutted out, and it was so
shameless
, the way he was putting on a show. Not even in the privacy of their bedroom, but on the forest floor for the world to see. He shuddered, his balls growing heavy.
Let them see me.
Such brave thoughts when he knew they were alone.

David moaned softly, his lips parted as he watched. He caressed Isaac’s nipples until they were hard nubs, his fingertips dancing down over Isaac’s belly and around the base of his cock. “I could watch you all night.”

Smiling, part of Isaac wanted to continue working himself to see how long David could watch before breaking. But Isaac was breaking already—he needed to feel David filling him again. With sloppy fingers he rose up and jerked open David’s jeans, tugging them down with the black boxer briefs. He got them far enough so he could pull out David’s thick, beautiful cock.

It throbbed in his hand, and Isaac slathered it with more jelly before positioning himself over it and sinking down. “Oh, yes.” His thighs flexed as he lowered himself slowly, David’s hands on his hips. The burn was familiar, but somehow felt all new at the same time. “You feel so good inside me, my David.”

“I want to come already.” He bit his lip. “Want to fill you up.” His fingers dug into Isaac’s hips.

“Yes,” Isaac groaned. “Fill me. But not yet.”

David laughed shakily. “No. Not just yet.”

Isaac smiled, and they laughed together as he sank the last inch. He could feel the open zipper of David’s jeans against his ass, cold and rough. He wriggled against it, enjoying the sensation. The little pieces of metal—so very forbidden in Zebulon—were like a reminder of the world that waited for them when they could leave once more. He was so full with David’s shaft, and when he squeezed around it, it throbbed with David’s pulse.

“You’re so good,” David muttered, arching up with his hips. “I want to disappear inside you. Only you.” He took Isaac’s face in his hands, pulling him low and meeting his gaze fiercely. “Only you. Always you.”

Isaac shuddered, and he kissed David roughly. “You’re mine.”

“Yes.” David thrust up. “Yours.”

A breeze skipped through Isaac’s hair and over his bare skin. Pushing with his toes in his boots, he tensed his thighs and started moving up and down on David’s cock. David was like a poker inside him, burning orangey-red and sending tingles up his spine to the tips of his ears. “You feel like… I want it all.” Isaac knew he wasn’t making sense, yet he couldn’t seem to find the right words.

But David seemed to understand, and he nodded as he stroked Isaac’s thighs and hips. Their breathing was harsh, loud in the still of the forest, with only old leaves that had survived the winter skittering about, and Silver’s contented munching nearby. Isaac leaned his palms on David’s chest, feeling the pounding of his heart as he rode him harder, thinking of the power of a galloping horse as he fucked himself.

They were both grunting now, and Isaac tipped back his head and closed his eyes, letting his cries echo to the sky as he drove onward. The zipper grazed his skin each time he slammed down, and the little nip of pain somehow made the pleasure building in him burn all the brighter. He opened his mouth, making sounds he never had before—a mix of shouts and screams that should have embarrassed him.

But he felt free, as though he could float away if not for David’s cock swelling inside him, his hands grounding him, his murmurs and gasps of encouragement loud in Isaac’s ears as though he was wearing earbuds and David was speaking right into him. Isaac found the right angle to hit the little spot inside him, and dropped his head to meet David’s avid gaze, everything tightening.

“That’s it. That’s it.” David took Isaac’s cock in hand and jerked it roughly. “Come for me, Eechel.”

The wave crashed through him, and Isaac cried out as he painted David’s chest. He shook, squeezing down on David as the pulses ripped out of him. David stroked him, urging every last drop from him. Isaac felt as though he’d been turned inside out and emptied completely, made fresh and new.

And then David was filling him, moaning as he jerked, his hands tight on Isaac’s hips, and it felt so
good.
Hot and alive, and Isaac didn’t want it to stop. “More,” he muttered. “More.”

“All of it,” David groaned.

Even when it was dripping from him, Isaac squeezed, not wanting to let David go. “You’re mine.” His voice was hoarse. “And I’m yours. Always. Your eechel. No one else gets this.”

“No one,” David agreed. He caressed Isaac’s chest. “Only us. You know that, right?”

Certainty consumed every inch of him. “Yes.” He tightened around David again. “Only us.”

When David whimpered, Isaac relented, flopping on David’s sticky chest and burying his face in his neck. Isaac couldn’t help but whimper himself when David’s softening cock slipped from him, but David seemed to understand, and slid two fingers inside, filling him again and plugging him up. Isaac smiled, amazed. It should be disgusting, but he loved it.

Silver whinnied, and they both laughed. She was pacing where Isaac had tied her, clearly agitated by Isaac’s screams. “It’s all right, girl,” he croaked. He’d been so wild, but David had clearly liked it. So had Isaac. “Everything’s all right.” She snorted, but settled soon enough.

David ran his other hand over Isaac’s hair. “I want to stay here all night.”

“We can. A few more hours, at least.” The breeze skimmed over them, and he shivered.

“Here. Yes, that’s it.” David gently removed his fingers from Isaac’s ass and guided him onto the blanket before pulling the other one over them tightly. He swiped at his chest with his T-shirt. At Isaac’s smirk, David chuckled. “Good thing I wore a hoodie too.”

Isaac turned on his left side and rested his cheek on David’s shoulder, and their legs tangled as they held each other close. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his stubble scraped on David’s skin. He’d have to shave in the morning and hoped he could still do it without a mirror. Isaac was naked but for his boots, and he slid his calf over David’s jeans as he licked sweat from the hollow of David’s throat. “What if I’d never come to work for you?”

David shivered and tightened his arm around Isaac’s shoulders. “I don’t know. I suppose we’d still be here in Zebulon. I never would have had the courage to leave without you.” He was silent for a moment. “I shouldn’t call leaving my mother and sisters courage.”

“It was. You did all you could for them. And they’re well, aren’t they? They didn’t starve.”

A ghost of a smile lifted David’s lips, and the warm relief flowed through him. “Eli said it was a blessing for him. That his life was empty.”

“See? Isaac ran his fingers through the scattered hair on David’s chest. “God has a plan.”

“Even for people like us?”

“It seems like it, doesn’t it?”

“It does.” He kissed the tip of Isaac’s nose.

Isaac flattened his palm over David’s heart. He could feel the slightest throb, and he rubbed gently. “Can you tell me how you’ve been feeling? The things that made you so scared?”

David’s breathing stuttered. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Even as David’s heart rate increased, Isaac kept his hand there, pressing lightly.

David licked his lips. “When we left Zebulon, I was so happy. I’d felt so trapped here, and finally I was free—and with you. But part of me was…I don’t know how to explain it. Part of me felt so terrible and guilty for leaving my family. I tried not to think about it. You know the jars the girls use for canning? I put it in one of those and closed the lid so tight. But then there was more. The world wasn’t what I thought it would be. It was frightening. I thought I knew what it would be like, but I didn’t have a clue.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I was afraid you’d think I was stupid and weak. That I wasn’t who you thought I was. That you’d be disappointed I didn’t have all the answers.”

Isaac tightened his fingers on David’s chest. “Don’t you know me better than that?” He couldn’t keep the hurt from his voice.

David swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. I know you wouldn’t judge me. It’s just…”

“What?” Isaac asked gently.

“It’s hard sometimes not to think the worst of myself. I thought I was so worldly sneaking off to the drive-in and using an electric saw. The city has been so hard to get used to. Much harder than I expected. It’s so noisy and crowded. Sometimes I couldn’t bear it. But it was more than that. Living English is different in so many ways. It was like we’d moved to the moon. I didn’t understand the words people used, and there’s so much technology. I’d always thought of myself as…I don’t know. Adventurous, maybe. Then I saw how the English really live, and I felt like a little boy trying to keep up while everyone got so far ahead of me. Things that come so easily to them feel confusing and huge to me.”

“I felt like that too sometimes. My first few days at school, I had a million questions and I was afraid to even ask how the soap in the bathroom worked. But I found out that if you ask, most people will help. They
like
helping.”

“You’re right. I’m asking now. I should have all along.”

“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt? Why didn’t you let me help?”

“You were doing so well. Making friends and going to school. I didn’t want to worry you. Disappoint you.” He sighed, and his breath brushed over Isaac’s skin. “I was afraid you’d leave me behind.”

Isaac pushed up on his elbow. “
What
? I…I…” He sputtered. “Why would you ever think that?”

“Everything was changing. You were changing.”

Isaac exhaled and calmed himself. If he wanted David to talk, he had to listen. “Okay. That’s true. But…leave you? Why?”

David was quiet for a few moments, and he reached up to brush back Isaac’s hair. “I think part of it was that I didn’t expect you to go to school. I thought we’d work together like we did here. You wouldn’t be my apprentice anymore, and it would be our business. Together.” He hastily added, “And I understand why you’re going to school. I support you. I do.”

“I know you do.”

“So many things had changed, and suddenly you were going to school. You didn’t even tell me it was a possibility, and…you’d already decided. It honestly hadn’t even crossed my mind. There was no warning. It was a big decision, but you didn’t even talk to me about it first.”

Isaac’s stomach churned. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I shouldn’t have just sprung it on you the way I did.”

“Why did you?”

He flushed with remorse. “I think…I think I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to go.”

“Well, you weren’t totally wrong. I was sad we wouldn’t be making a business together. But I’m glad you’re going to school. I want you to do everything you’ve dreamed of. I’d never want to stand in your way.”

“I wouldn’t want to stop you from doing what you want either.”

David nodded. “I know. When we left home, sometimes talking to each other was harder than it should have been. But I think…I didn’t realize it at the time, but when that happened, I started wondering what other things would change. What other choices you’d make without me. If you didn’t want to be a carpenter with me anymore, maybe you wouldn’t want me at all.” His voice was barely a whisper. “It hurt.”