Gay Amish 03 - A Way Home (22 page)

He felt like there should be more to say; that he should have prepared better for a moment so important. But it had come upon him without warning, just as it had when he’d run with David the first time. So quickly, but there was no turning back.

Mother quivered, and Father was a slumped statue as Isaac passed them and started toward the road. He forced himself to walk steadily, and waited until he was around the bend to run, flying toward June’s and leaving his old life behind forever.

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“Isaac?”

Blinking, Isaac found David in the doorway of June’s guest room. June hadn’t been home when he’d knocked, barely able to catch his breath after running and running. But the front door was unlocked, and after waiting a spell on the porch, Isaac had gone inside, not able to wait another minute until he took off his Amish clothes. He’d balled them up in the corner after carefully removing the knife from his pocket and tucking it into his suitcase. He’d had a shower and curled up naked under the quilt in the room David was using.

David rushed to the side of the bed, brushing a hand over Isaac’s damp hair. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m—” Isaac croaked. He cleared his throat and reached out a hand to clasp David’s. “It’s over.”

“What do you mean?” David squeezed his fingers, his pale eyes searching Isaac’s face.

“I left. I’m not going back again. I can’t stay there. I can’t play Amish.”

“Oh, Isaac. I’m sorry.” Leaning over, David kissed his forehead. “I can’t do it either. I tried to stay at Eli’s last night. It felt so wrong. I know it’s a good life for them, but it’s not ours now. It can’t be.”

Shivering, Isaac pulled back the quilt. “Come to bed. It’s been too long.”

After stripping naked, David snuggled in next to him and pulled the quilt over them tightly. He rubbed Isaac’s back gently. “Was it bad?”

Isaac nodded against David’s chest, the sparse hair tickling his cheek. “I got so mad at them for asking the bishop about taking Aaron’s bone marrow. I told them I was leaving for good. I know it hurts them, but it’s the only way. But Ephraim understood, at least.” His mouth was dry. “David, he knows the truth. The whole truth.”

David froze. “You told him?”

“Only when he asked. He saw us at the barn, and I guess it just…clicked. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah.” He traced his fingers up and down Isaac’s spine again, and rubbed his foot over Isaac’s calf. “How did he react?”

“He was shocked. I don’t think he likes the idea, but…he didn’t turn his back on me. He said I should be happy.”

“Good. You should. I…” David hesitated. “I wanted to tell Mary so badly. But I don’t know how she’ll react. It might make it worse. She’s still hurt about you.”

“I’m sorry,” Isaac whispered.

David tightened his grasp. “Don’t be. You never let her believe anything would happen. She’ll marry Jacob Miller or another good man, and have a happy life. This is where she belongs, and you never could.”

Isaac listened to the faint beating of David’s heart beneath his ear. “I wish we didn’t have to hurt so many people we love to be together.”

“Me too.”

“Do you think Bishop Yoder will say yes? About Aaron’s bone marrow?”

“I pray he will. Oh, I almost forgot—Aaron dropped me off here before he went to Minneapolis to pick up Jen. She left San Francisco this morning.”

Isaac smiled. “Good. I miss her, and it’ll help Aaron to have her here. Help all of us. Was Aaron okay when he left?” He wished he’d been able to talk more with him, but soon he would.

“He was…all right. Angry and frustrated. Hurt.” David was quiet for a few moments, and Isaac closed his eyes, listening to him breath and feeling the gentle rise and fall beneath his cheek. Then David spoke again. “I know why they shun—because being Amish is everything. No matter what, as long as someone becomes Amish again, that’s all that matters. It’s always the…what do the English say? The bottom line? And they want to make it so bad that we’ll have no choice but to return because we can’t live without our families. But we can. Eventually, we can.”

Isaac kissed David’s chest. “We make our own family.”

“Yes.” He caressed Isaac’s back and shoulder. “We will. We do.” He ran his fingers around David’s belly button. “It feels like we’ve been here for months. It’s hardly even been a week.”

“I know. It’s like time stopped and still sped up somehow.” He sighed, and it was warm through Isaac’s hair.

The afternoon was waning, and the sun glowed over the corner of the room and the simple dresser there. Isaac rolled onto his back for a better look. He could tell it was one of David’s, and he smiled to himself. They had the house to themselves, and he could imagine that one day they’d have a house not so different from June’s. Not that he didn’t like Aaron and Jen’s townhouse in the city, but sometimes he really did miss the quiet, and now he realized how much. One day he and David would be able to have a place that was all their own, anywhere they wanted.

“What?” David ran his finger over Isaac’s lips. “What are you smiling about?” he teased.

“Just thinking about having our own bedroom one day. With our own furniture and pictures. You can make our bed.”

David’s blue eyes lit up. “You can help. We’ll do it together.”

“Yes. I’d like that. David, do you think eventually you’d like to live in the country again?”

David’s smile grew. “I would. Yes.”

“Me too.” He picked up David’s hand and toyed with his fingers. “We could have a little place that’s just ours. Close enough to San Francisco to visit. I still love the city, and my school, but…I’ve missed this. The fresh air. The quiet. I didn’t even know I had until we came back.”

“One day we’ll find the perfect place.” He pressed a kiss to Isaac’s cheek. “We’ll save our money, and it might take a long time, but we’ll get there.”

Nodding, Isaac tugged David on top of him. “Tell me everything will be okay.”

And David did, with his lips and hands, kissing and caressing Isaac from his head to his toes, loving every part of him until he tingled. When David spread Isaac’s thighs and splayed him open with his legs bent, Isaac moaned. “Please,” he murmured, lifting his ass.
I’m not Amish anymore. This is who I am. This is who I want to be.

He’d always loved David’s long fingers, which could carve a hunk of wood into something so intricate and fine. They felt so good on his body, teasing around the rim of his hole now. Isaac held his knees to his shoulders, opening for David as much as he could, biting his lip as he waited.

It felt like an eternity of fluttering touches, Isaac’s thighs trembling as David’s warm breath finally washed across Isaac’s hole. The first press of lips was barely a kiss. Isaac held his breath, waiting. Then David licked from the bottom of Isaac’s crease, the flat of his tongue dragging up to Isaac’s ass and sending sparks shooting along his spine.

“More,
more
,” Isaac mumbled. “My David.”

David’s hands were on Isaac’s cheeks, spreading him as he licked again from the top. His breath was hot against Isaac’s tender flesh, and Isaac moaned in anticipation, gasping when David suddenly thrust his tongue inside him. His face was buried in Isaac’s ass, and he licked and spit inside him.

Isaac wanted to shout with the joy of it—the feeling of being opened to his core for David to see and accept. Being licked like that made him feel like they were like the animals in the barn, but not in a bad way. As he’d run back to June’s, the weight of his family’s disappointment had splintered him, scattering him this way and that. Now with David loving him, the pieces fit back together, and he was whole again. He was his truest self, and David saw that. David loved him just the way he was. Every bit of him—even the dirty places.

Isaac’s balls were tight and his cock hard against his belly. He thought he might come just from David’s tongue, but he wanted more. He threaded his fingers into David’s hair and tugged him up. “Need you.”

David’s cheeks were flushed, and he panted softly as he reached blindly for the nightstand and the bottle of hand cream there. It smelled like lavender, and Isaac could imagine one of June’s sisters using it when she visited. He burst out laughing as David smeared it over his straining dick.

On his knees, David jerked his head up, smiling. “What?”

“Just thinking that June probably never expected that cream to be used like this.”

David grinned and leaned over Isaac. “Probably not.” He bent his head and licked Isaac’s nipples, sucking and biting gently. Then he pushed the head of his cock into Isaac, and Isaac wasn’t laughing anymore.

He grunted and groaned, loving the uncomfortable stretch that gave way to such delicious fullness as he bore down and David went hip deep. Isaac’s knees were still up, and he held his legs open.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” David muttered. “All the time, but like this, so…free.”

A bead of sweat formed on David’s brow, and Isaac lifted his head to lick it. “You are too. My David.”

The air was full of lavender and sex, and Isaac tasted his own musk on David’s tongue as they kissed messily, their teeth bumping as David thrust in and out. They both grunted—
uh, uh, uh—
and moaned—
oh, oh, oh
—and yes, Isaac was
whole
again as David filled him.

“This is how it should be,” Isaac mumbled. “How we should be. Not a sin.”
Not a sin. Not going to hell for this. This is love.
For the first time, he believed it without a shred of lingering shame or doubt or fear.

He loved hearing David’s groans of pleasure, which heated his blood to a boil. Isaac’s cock leaked against his stomach, and David wrapped a hand around him. It only took a few strokes until the sparks blazed through him in a rush of flame. Jerking and squeezing down on David, Isaac came. David’s eyes were wild as he slammed into him, their flesh slapping together, David’s balls smacking Isaac’s ass with every grunt.

Isaac urged him on with bold, breathy words. “I want you to come inside me. I love how it feels.” He thought of the woods, and how the German praise had reached down and pulled out something new from inside David. “Guter Junge.”

Crying out, David emptied inside Isaac. He shuddered and gasped, and Isaac wrapped his legs around David’s waist, holding him there as he came deeply. They panted, and David collapsed on top of him, his breath wet on Isaac’s collarbone. It was sticky and messy, and Isaac wanted to stay forever.

David finally raised his head, and they kissed slowly. “My good boy,” Isaac murmured. His gaze dropping like a stone, David blushed furiously. Isaac took his face between his palms. “Look at me. Don’t be embarrassed. Please don’t. I like it.”

Smiling shyly, David still blushed. “You don’t think it’s…weird?”

“No.” He rubbed his calf over David’s ass. “I think those English shrinks would come up with all sorts of reasons for it, but I don’t care what it is.” He kissed David softly. “You’re good. You’re my good boy.”

David buried his face in Isaac’s neck. “I want to be good.”

“You are.” Isaac caressed his back. David was getting awfully heavy, but he only held him closer. “I’ll show you how good you are. How good you can be.”

“How long before you can fuck me?” David mumbled.

Isaac laughed. “At least a few more minutes.”

“That long?” David teased. “I suppose I can wait.”

“Well, if you do that thing with your tongue again it might be shorter.”

He licked a stripe up Isaac’s neck. “Let’s stay in bed the rest of the day. Let’s forget everything else.”

“Okay. You talked me into it.”

They both jumped as a car door slammed outside, and David practically hit the ceiling. They burst out laughing as they scurried to clean up and get dressed before June came upstairs. In the bathroom, Isaac splashed cold water on his face and stared into the mirror. His smile faded as everything else came crashing back—his family and Nathan, and
oh God is he going to die? Please don’t let him die.

He reached up to flatten down his hair over his forehead before he remembered it was okay now. He wondered if June had any hair gel he could borrow. In the meantime he brushed his hair back and surveyed his reflection.

He liked who he saw.

“Oh my God, that smells amazing,” Jen said by way of greeting as she and Aaron walked into June’s house. “Isaac! I didn’t think I’d see you until tomorrow. How are my boys?” She flung out her arms and hugged Isaac and David together.

David hugged her back, leaning down and wanting to lift her off her feet. “I’m so glad you’re here. How was your trip?”

She waved a hand. “Long. Tedious. The usual.”

Aaron carried in a small suitcase and blinked in surprise. “Isaac? What happened? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. I guess I had it out with them. I told them I can’t stay there anymore. So, here I am. Lucky for me June says I can stay.”

“Lucky for all of us,” Jen said. “This must be the woman herself.”

Wiping her hands on a dish towel, June came from the kitchen. “So lovely to meet you.” She shook Jen’s hand and then they hugged anyway.

David smiled, pleased to see two of his favorite people finally meeting. “I think I’ll have to live to a hundred and fifty before I could repay June for everything she’s done for me.”

June laughed easily. “I’ll be pushing up daisies by then for sure, honey. I’ll take an IOU.”

Soon they were in June’s dining room around a large square table David had made, with room for two seats on each side. June had cooked something called beef stroganoff, and it was creamy and tangy and
delicious
. He could smell chocolate cake baking, and his stomach growled for it even though he was stuffing himself with the beef and noodles. He listened to Isaac beside him relaying his conversation with his parents.

Isaac shrugged when he was finished. “I just couldn’t stay.”

“We don’t blame you.” Aaron pushed his fork around his plate, spearing a piece of beef but not eating it. “I’m obviously incredibly biased, but I think it’s better this way. They need to accept that you’re not coming back for good, no matter how guilty they try to make you feel. Or, to be fair, how much they love you and want you in Zebulon.” He smiled sharply. “See? I’m trying to be fair.”