and sweater himself. When Rush was completely naked, lying in the middle of the bed
with an erection resting on his stomach, Lance removed all his clothes.
Then Lance climbed up on the bed; his heavy erection bounced up and down with
awkward jerks. He grabbed the backs of Rush’s thighs with his large hands and shoved
Rush forward until his head was between the pillows and pressed against the headboard.
Rush closed his eyes and lifted his legs higher. He bent them at the knee and spread them
as wide as they would go so Lance could enter him without any trouble. He clutched the sheets with both fists because he knew what was coming next. He took a deep breath and
braced every muscle in his body.
Though Lance was a gentle, refined man in almost every aspect of his life, in bed
he was the complete opposite. Rush had learned this the first time they’d been together.
Lance always pushed and shoved hard with his strong hands, his defined muscles flexed
and jerked, and there were usually beads of perspiration dripping down the sides of his
face before he even entered Rush’s body. While he was making love, he lost track of all
his senses. Lance made love with the same desperate passion that most men have while
they watch sports on TV—his fists flying, his voice rumbling, and his heart racing.
While Rush waited for him to enter, Lance covered his erection with a lubricated
condom and moved forward. When he was between Rush’s legs, he inserted the tip of his
penis and slipped inside Rush’s body as hard as he could with one deep, powerful thrust.
Rush’s head fell back and his fists clenched the sheets. There was always that moment of
initial pain that caused his teeth to clench. Lance moved forward without hesitating,
banging into the backs of Rush’s thighs. He placed his palms beside Rush’s shoulders to
brace his body, then shoved his tongue deep into Rush’s mouth.
Rush arched his back and let go of the sheets. He loved kissing and fucking at the
same time. And when the kissing started, it only took a moment for the pain to subside.
While Lance continued to fuck and kiss at the same time, Rush grabbed Lance’s hard
biceps and squeezed them gently with the tips of his fingers. The polar differences
between them in bed were what Rush had always loved the most about making love to
Lance. Rush had never experienced this kind of passion with Harold or any of his other
lovers. Lance was articulate but determined. He was both graceful and brutal. And the more aggressive Lance became, the more Rush submitted to Lance’s unyielding power.
While Lance pounded and hammered, Rush melted into the sheets, wishing it would
never end.
They didn’t change positions that morning. Lance was too eager to get what he
wanted, and Rush was just as anxious to please him. Ten minutes later, Lance stopped
kissing him. His body went up, he grunted a few times, and then he filled the condom.
When Lance came, he bucked his hips so hard the covers fell off the bed. When Rush
came, a second after Lance, his climax was so intense he shot over his torso and his own
come landed on his lips. He hadn’t planned this. But he shouldn’t have been surprised.
Rush hadn’t climaxed since the last time he’d been with Lance in New York.
Lance wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His
face was red and his chest was still heaving. He looked down at Rush and smiled. “You
made a mess all over your face. That was very powerful. I felt your entire body tighten.”
Rush lowered his legs and wrapped them around Lance’s waist. Lance was still
inside his body and he didn’t want him to pull out too soon. The sensations that Rush
experienced after sex with Lance, while Lance was still deep inside, were almost as good
as the feelings he experienced during the actual sex. Rush’s entire body relaxed, with
gentle, post-orgasmic feelings going off between his legs. He ran his hands up and down
Lance’s biceps a few times, then he smiled and said. “I didn’t realize how much I missed
you. I’m glad you came up today.” He hadn’t wiped his lips yet. A few drops slipped into
his mouth, so he licked his lips clean.
Lance pushed his penis in deeper and moved his head forward. When Rush’s lips
were clean and all the come was gone, he kissed him gently and said, “I missed you, too. I’m glad you’re not upset that I came up here without letting you know first. I was
worried.”
Rush tightened his legs around Lance’s body and said, “Actually, I was hoping
you would. I just didn’t want to sound too needy. It’s been hard this week, but I didn’t
want to bother you.” There had been times, especially during his mother’s service, that
he’d wished he’d been able to fall into Lance’s strong arms and just sob.
Lance looked into his eyes and smiled. “I’m here for you now. And I would have
been here for you if you’d wanted me earlier this week. Don’t ever hesitate to tell me
what you want. I mean that.”
Chapter Eight
On Saturday night, Rush and Lance went to the talent show at the local high
school gymnasium. Rush hesitated about going, but he’d promised his aunt he’d do her
this favor before she’d left for Florida. The talent show was being held to raise money for
college scholarships, and the knitting circle his mother and aunt belonged to was
sponsoring the event. There was a bake sale afterwards, which meant that Rush had to
bring two cakes: one on behalf of his aunt, and one on behalf of his late mother. His aunt
had left explicit instructions on the kinds of cakes she wanted him to bring: two white
coconut layer cakes. She told him in a stern voice that people depended on those cakes.
Rush felt awkward about asking Lance to go to a small-town talent show. Lance
was an internationally known entertainment attorney and talent agent. So Rush figured
he’d just make the cakes, deliver them on behalf of his mother and his aunt, and then he
and Lance would spend a quiet evening together roasting chestnuts in front of the fire.
But when Lance saw him making the cakes, he sat down at the kitchen table and
asked, “What are you doing? I had no idea you knew how to cook.”
Rush measured out two cups of sugar and poured them into a bowl with room
temperature butter. He thought Lance was still up in his bed napping. After they’d had
sex that morning, they’d both gone back to bed. Rush smiled and said, “I don’t really
know how to cook. I know how to bake. There’s a difference.”
Lance folded his arms across his chest and said, “I didn’t know there was a
difference.” “There’s a huge difference,” Rush said, switching on the mixing machine. “Some
people can do both, but mostly you’re either a great baker or a great cook. I’m neither,
but I know how to bake. ”
Lance noticed four layer cake pans on the counter. “Why are you baking all this
right now?”
Rush smiled and told him about the talent show and the bake sale. He assured
Lance that he wasn’t going to ask him to go. He’d just drop the cakes off, make an
appearance for the sake of his aunt, then come right back home.
Lance rubbed his jaw and frowned. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”
Rush dropped a wooden spoon and said, “Of course not. I’m
proud
to be seen
with you. I just didn’t think
you’d
be interested in going to a small-town talent show.
You’re a huge agent from New York. I don’t want to bore you to death with something
like this.”
“There’s something about me you don’t know,” Lance said. “First, I’m not a snob.
I’d love to go. Second, I’m also an amateur musician and singer. I’ve written a few of my
own songs, and trust me, I am an amateur. So I won’t be judging anyone else.”
Rush smiled and shook his head. He had no idea that Lance was a musician.
Evidently, there was a lot about Lance Sharp he still didn’t know. “Well then, we’ll go.
I’m sure the women in the knitting circle will love you.”
* * * *
At seven o’clock, they arrived at the high school gymnasium with two fresh
coconut layer cakes on cardboard rounds covered with pink cellophane. Though Rush
hadn’t baked anything in a long time, he was proud of what he’d accomplished that afternoon. The cakes looked very professional. He was also still proud of the five-star
blow job he’d given Lance in the kitchen. After Rush frosted the cakes and put them into
the refrigerator to set, he took the remaining white frosting to the kitchen table and
kneeled down between Lance’s legs. Before Lance even knew what was happening, his
pants were down around his ankles and Rush was spreading frosting between his legs. He
spread the frosting all over Lance’s growing erection with an inverted spatula, and then
he sprinkled flakes of coconut all over the frosting. When Lance’s dick was completely
covered with white fluff, it resembled one of those coconut-covered jelly rolls in bakery
windows. Rush squeezed Lance’s testicles with his right hand and gently began to suck
the frosting off. He started at the tip of Lance’s dick and worked his way down the shaft.
By the time he was finished, all the frosting was gone, there were drops of soft white
cream rolling down his chin, and Lance’s legs were trembling.
They set the cake down on a folding table covered with a pink paper tablecloth
and Rush introduced Lance to the women in the knitting circle. Lance smiled and flirted
with them while they blushed and batted their eyelids. The talent show wasn’t half bad
either. It turned out to be a karaoke show, and some of the local singers had decent voices.
One older guy sang a great version of
Fly Me to the Moon.
At the end of the show, when
the announcer asked if anyone else would like to perform a karaoke song, Lance stood up
and raised his hand. They were sitting in the back row. As Lance stepped out of the aisle
and crossed toward the stage, Rush pressed his palm to his throat and stared in
amazement. He watched Lance choose a song. And when the music began to play and
Lance started singing a slow, romantic version of his song, Rush sat back in his seat and
smiled. Lance had a deep, smooth voice. His pitch was excellent and he didn’t miss a lyric or a note. By the time he was finished singing, the entire room was standing and
applauding him.
On the way home, the weather changed. The wind had increased and the heavy
old car rocked back and forth. But Rush was a good driver and he knew the roads well.
He laughed and said, “I had no idea you were that good. You could have been a
performer instead of an entertainment attorney.” He wasn’t just saying it because Lance
was his lover and he wanted to boost his ego. He meant every word.
Lance shrugged. “I’m okay,” he said. “But I don’t have what it takes to make
million-dollar records. I know who I am. I’m much better at what I do. But I do enjoy
writing music. One of these days I just might try to get one of my own songs published.
I’d love to see Cody record it.”
Rush nodded. He watched a heavy branch snap from a tree and fly across the road.
He was about to say something about Cody and Roy, but he gripped the wheel, hit the
brakes, and the car swerved to the right. Before he came to a full stop, there was a thump
on the front bumper.
They were both wearing seatbelts. Lance fumbled with his belt and asked, “What
happened?” He’d been looking at Rush and he hadn’t been paying attention to the road.
Rush took a quick breath and unfastened his seatbelt. He frowned and said, “I
think I just hit a baby deer. It darted out in front of me. I didn’t even see it coming.”
They both got out of the car and crossed to the front end, terrified about what they
might find. The wind was so strong by then it blew Lance’s hair back and Rush had to
hold the front end of the car. Branches were flying and small shrubs were bending
sideways. But they saw nothing on the road. Rush looked at Lance and shrugged his shoulders. “I know I saw a tiny baby deer cross the road. It wasn’t a branch. It’s just
darted in front of me. I’m sure I hit it.”
Lance scratched the back of his head and frowned. “Maybe it ran back into the
woods. There’s nothing here.” His hands were deep in his pockets and he shook his head.
Even if the fawn had been nearby in the woods, they wouldn’t have been able to see
anything in the dark.
It sounded plausible. His mother had once hit a large deer and it had disappeared
into the woods, never to be seen again. Rush hadn’t been driving fast. Maybe he’d tapped
