Darling Hunter

Darling Hunter by Kate Steele


Through the canopy of trees over head, Mark glanced up at the cool opalescent orb of the moon. It illuminated his way through a darkness that otherwise would have been impenetrable. Peering cautiously from behind the tree that sheltered him, he gauged the distance between where he stood and the next, and possibly better, hiding place. Like a wild animal, he held perfectly still, his ears straining to hear any small sound while his eyes searched for any movement in this haunting, shadow-shrouded wood.

The night’s stillness was broken by the chirping of crickets and the soft soughing of air that whispered through the leaves of the brush and trees that surrounded him. The only motion he could detect was those same leaves swaying as they were touched by the ghostly fingers of the gentle wind that danced over them. Satisfied, he stealthily crept to what he hoped was a safe haven.

Taking those few steps into the open, bordered on frightening. His skin prickled. Tension and apprehension stretched every nerve in his body taut and a fine sheen of sweat broke over him while his heart pounded and his lungs labored.

Having made it to the next refuge, he leaned against the rough bark of yet another tree. Hidden by the surrounding thicket that, with any luck, hid him from the view of his pursuer, he took deep and quiet breaths trying desperately to still the near frantic beat of his heart. Hide and seek was supposed to be fun but this little game he’d started suddenly seemed fraught with danger. He shivered when a cool breeze caressed the nape of his neck.

Resisting the urge to rub the goose bumps that marched up and down his arms, Mark debated the merits of moving on when a rustling in the underbrush nearby made him freeze. His lungs seized and his heart jumped with the jolt of pure adrenalin that flooded his veins. For a breathless shock-laden moment, time seemed to stand still. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he fixed his anxious regard on the brush before him. Expecting it to part and reveal the hunter, instead, his astonished gaze was drawn downward when a furry body was disgorged from its place of concealment.

Man and beast stared at each other for a split second before pure panic set them both in motion. The startled raccoon seemed to double in size as every hair on its body stood on end. It did an odd circling dance as though confused as to what to do or in which direction to run. Seeing it make a bewildered rush toward where he stood, Mark frantically back pedaled then let out a warbling cry when his back connected with a solid slab of male muscle.

Two strong arms trapped him within an unbreakable circle and a deep voice growled in his ear. “Gotcha.”

Mark’s heart made a desperate leap for freedom. “Fuck! Damn it, Joe! You nearly scared me to death!”

“That’s what you get for running away from me. What’s the big idea anyway? One minute you’re off to pee on a tree and the next I hear your voice from what sounds like a mile away daring me to come and find you.”

Mark took a deep, shuddery breath and sagged in Joe’s arms. “I just thought it would be fun. You know, a little hide and seek in the dark? Didn’t you ever do that when you were a kid?”

“Sure. My brother, sister and I used to play that with the neighbor kids. As I recall there was usually a lot of running, yelling and outright screaming going on when someone managed to sneak up on someone else. Sort of like the screaming you just did.”

“I didn’t not scream.”

“Yeah you did… you shrieked like a little girl.”

“Did not, asshole.”

“Asshole? Is that anyway to talk to the man who just rescued you from a big bad raccoon?”

“You didn’t rescue me. He was already scared.”

“Not as scared as you, I’ll bet.”

Mark laughed. Now that all his tension had drained away he felt almost giddy with relief and was seeing the humor in the situation. “Probably not.”

“So, what prize does the winner receive?” Joe asked. His voice dropped a husky octave as he nuzzled the back of Mark’s neck.

“Winner?” Mark breathed, feeling the hardening bar of a growing erection against his jean-clad ass. Joe’s body was boldly broadcasting his interest even as his heat was penetrating the thin layer of Mark’s clothing, the warmth sinking into his chilled flesh. He tilted his head to give greater access to the soft lips roaming over his skin.

“Winner off this little hide and seek contest.”

The hot breath wafting over the side of his throat scattered Mark’s thoughts and made him shiver. “I don’t know. I didn’t think that far ahead. How about the cheesecake I brought for dessert?”

“Is that all? We were going to have that anyway.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly pack any prizes along with the food. It’s the best I can offer right now.”

“You must be joking.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Baby, you’ve got something so much better than cheesecake.” Joe’s arms tightened around him. “Remember the first time I brought you here?”

“You mean when you chased me and made me fall in a puddle of mud?”

“We agreed that wasn’t my fault so let’s not start that argument again. I was talking about what I wanted to do to you when we first viewed the spot where we’re building our house.” Joe began urging Mark’s footsteps toward the tree he’d previously used as cover. One of the arms holding him loosened and a large hand slid over Mark’s belly and down to cup his crotch. “I wanted to christen the site by fucking you up against a tree.”

“Oh God.” Mark’s breaths started to speed, becoming short, audible pants. His cock hardened beneath the uncompromising rub of Joe’s determined fingers. “Of course I remember. I also remember saying no.”

“That’s only because the ground was muddy.” A wet, teasing tongue traced over the whorls of Mark’s ear. “It’s not muddy now.”

“You… you… not fair,” Mark groaned. “You know that drives me nuts.” He moaned again when Joe’s tongue dipped inside his ear, executing a slow thrust and withdrawal.

“I know, baby. Want to make you feel so good,” Joe murmured. His hands lightly gripped Mark’s wrists and guided his arms to wrap around the tree trunk. Mark’s fingers found purchase against the rough bark. “Hold on tight now.”

Before he could muster a reply, Joe’s hands had dropped to Mark’s waist. The button and zipper of his jeans were opened and his pants and briefs were quickly lowered. Cool air caressed his naked flanks and Mark could hear the sound of Joe’s movements as he did something then the metallic grind of a second zipper being lowered. The warmth of Joe’s body brushed against his skin and a large hand cupped one curved cheek of his ass. Two slick fingers insinuated themselves into the cleft between both smooth globes and brushed over the tender flesh of his entrance.

“Mmm,” Mark moaned and pushed back into Joe’s touch. “You brought lube?”

“Of course,” Joe growled. “I wasn’t going to lose my chance a second time. This isn’t the building site but it’ll do.” His fingertips breached the tight ring of Mark’s anus.

“Yesss.”

Mark rocked against that gentle penetration, helping in the process that soon saw Joe’s fingers fully engulfed in his tight, silky sheath. The careful scissoring of those fingers eased Mark open, making him ready for the thick column of Joe’s engorged cock. Fingers were withdrawn and the smooth head nudged forward and retreated, each time stretching the muscles that guarded Mark’s passage until a firm push lodged the swollen crown within. Mark’s muscles convulsively tightened.

“Easy, baby,” Joe crooned, one hand sliding beneath Mark’s tee shirt to rub his belly while the other gently kneaded his hip. “Relax for me. Pretend I’m your vampire lover.”

A lascivious shiver shot down Mark’s spine at the image that hot whisper provoked. Joe’s mouth settled against the lower curve of his lover’s neck and he lightly bit down, his tongue licking and soothing the resultant teeth marks left in his Mark’s flesh. Amply distracted, Mark’s abruptly indrawn breath hitched and he moaned, his muscles relaxing, allowing Joe to slide home.

Shaking with the sensations racing through him, Mark shifted his stance and provocatively arched his back. He tilted his ass up in a manner designed to entice. “Fuck me hard,” he boldly demanded.

With a rumbling growl, Joe readily complied and ground his hips against the two pillowy mounds he was buried between before withdrawing. The sleek slide of that deeply immersed cock brushed the nerve-rich gland within Mark’s passage and he groaned, his fingers tightening on the rough tree bark under his hands. Using the tree for leverage, he slammed back into Joe’s thrust and a fast, powerful rhythm was established.

Whether from the excitement of the game they’d played or the fright he’d received, Mark was flying on an adrenaline charged high. He didn’t want slow and easy. This rapid, lustful coupling suited his need to a tee and he seized every sensation. His world narrowed to the rough tree bark grinding against his palms and fingers, the cool air caressing his painfully full erection and the thick cock that pistoned within his sleek, wet sheath.

Joe enfolded Mark within his embrace; one arm wrapped around his waist the other around his hip. Long, lightly callused and experienced fingers encircled his cock and Mark cried out as Joe pumped his rigid length in counterpoint to the thrusting rhythm of his hips. Impending climax came rushing forth to devour him. Mark could feel it in the fiery tingle at the base of his spine. He knew his lover was close as well from the short, desperate jabs of Joe’s cock within him to the harsh grunts that sounded in his ear.

When the urgent surge of pleasure began there was no stopping it. Mark cried out, shoving his cock hard into Joe’s fist as the first forceful spurt of his pearly semen spattered against the tree trunk. His body tensed and shuddered with each subsequent release, his passage gripping his lover, demanding Joe’s orgasm. Joe’s grating, guttural groan signaled his capitulation and Mark rode the exhilarating rush of their shared climax as it peaked then descended into a calm and sated peace.

Joe gently disengaged their bodies, pulled Mark into his arms, twisted around and leaned back against the tree. Resting against him, Mark listened to the steady thud of Joe’s heart as it slowed to its normal pace. Joe’s hands rubbed up and down Mark’s back then one lowered to cup a bare cheek.

“Your butt’s getting cold.”

Mark could hear the smile in Joe’s voice. “What do you expect? I’m standing here naked from the waist down.”

Joe slid a finger under Mark’s chin, tilted it up and brought their lips together. Mark opened his mouth for the lazy sweep of Joe’s tongue, loving the slow and sensual post-coital kisses they shared. Eventually their lips parted and Joe whispered. “I like you this way but if you insist…”

With a bit of maneuvering, he reached down and pulled Mark’s pant’s up. Mark helped by tucking in the more sensitive bits while Joe rearranged his own clothes.

“Come on. Let’s pack our stuff up and go back to your place. We can eat cheesecake in bed,” Joe enticed.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” Mark admitted.

“You know, we still need to christen the building site. How about another round of hide and seek tomorrow night?”

“No way.”

“Oh, come on. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Nothing you do is going to make possible cardiac arrest fun. I wasn’t kidding when I said you nearly scared me to death,” Mark admonished.

“Are you sure? How about if I…” Joe leaned down and whispered in Mark’s ear.

Mark’s stomach flipped even as he felt heat infuse his cheeks. “Well… I guess I could think about it.”

Joe’s warm chuckle brought a sheepish smile to Mark’s lips. His lover’s arm slid around his waist and the two of them began the companionable walk back to where their little adventure had begun.

Hi Everyone! Here's the Christmas story I promised you. Hope you enjoy it!!

Kate


CHOCOLATE COVERED CHERRIES
BY KATE STEELE


“Uh, I believe that’s mine.”

“I don’t think so. I had my hand on it first.”

“Listen buddy, if I don’t get these for my pregnant sister, I’m never going to hear the end of it.”

“Yeah well, that’s a shame but my boss loves these things and they go a long way toward smoothing over the rough spots at work if you know what I mean.”

“There’s plenty of that other brand.”

“Then you buy one of those. The boss likes this kind.”

“But my sister wants these!”

David Jackson glared at his adversary all the while berating himself with barely contained exasperation. Why the hell did he continue to do this? Last minute shopping on Christmas Eve was bad enough but when his sister called him frantically demanding he buy X brand chocolate covered cherries what was he supposed to do? Ignore her and the ardent pleas of a brother-in-law who was being driven to distraction by his beloved but bedeviling wife?

He’d searched high and low for these damn cherries. Every store that was supposed to carry the brand his sister insisted on had been out until here, at this last chance stop he’d found a single box in a display that had been picked clean. He’d silently shouted his triumph until that cry had been rudely interrupted. And now the interrupter was glaring back at him with what had to be the most gorgeous and at the moment, deadly serious eyes he’d ever seen.

Standing six feet tall himself, David was on an even level with the man who was threatening to make his Christmas day pure hell. The stranger was dressed in faded jeans, a dark navy sweater and boots. His black coat was thrown over the top basket of the cart he was pushing. From what he could see, the man was lean and from the grip he had on the box of cherries, he was endowed with a wiry strength. Not only that, he possessed a face that was just plain arresting. Oval with a strong chin, his nose was a slim blade that led down to curved well-shaped lips that suddenly made David wonder how they’d feel against his own. Add chiseled cheeks and those wide-set blue eyes with more than a hint of deep lavender in them and it was enough to give a man hot flashes.

“Isn’t it kind of late to be buying presents for your boss?” he asked the golden haired hottie he was staring at. “I would have thought office parties were over already.”

A sharp move of the strangers head resettled tousled bangs. “Not that it’s any of your business but my boss and his wife are hosting a cocktail party tomorrow night and I have to put in an appearance. I’ll be delivering these chocolate covered cherries then.”

David grimaced and refrained from cursing. “Look, I can’t go home without these. Do you think we could reach some kind of compromise here?”

“Like what?”

“Like, let’s split them.”

“How do you propose we do that?”

“A couple of isles over they’ve got holiday candy dishes. We could each buy one and take half the box. Your boss and my sister will get less candy but they’ll never know. Hell there’s what, fifty of these things in here?”

“I suppose that would work but I’m not done with my shopping yet. In fact I’ve just started.”

“Sounds like we’re in the same boat. How about we combine forces, do our shopping and after we check out we can split the cherries out in the parking lot?”

For the first time, his opponent smiled and David felt his libido take a direct punch to the gut. “It’s a deal. I’ll even let you take them in your cart.” The man handed the box over then held out his hand. “I’m Tor Murata.”

Taking the proffered hand, David introduced himself all the while cursing his lack of gaydar. This guy was definitely someone he’d like to get to know on a more personal level but he wasn’t about to risk making a pass at a straight guy. “Nice to meet you Tor. That’s not a name you hear everyday.”

“Ah, yeah. It’s short for Toru. I’m one quarter Japanese. My dad named me after my grandfather.”

“Interesting. Have you ever been to Japan?”

“A couple of times.” Tor rattled off a short spate of incomprehensible speech. “Which means, I understand Japanese… a little,” he finished with a grin. “Even though my grandparents live here, we have other family there. My parents took me to visit them and we did a lot of sight seeing too. I really enjoyed the trips and learning about the Japanese culture so I decided to study the language. My grandfather’s no end pleased when I converse with him in his native tongue. He gets a real kick out of my speech faux pas even though I don’t do too badly now.”

David got them started wheeling their carts toward the isle that held candy dishes. “I’ve always thought it would be nice to speak a foreign language. I tried French and German but they didn’t take,” he confessed, impressed by Tor’s accomplishment.

“I think it helps if you have a concrete reason for learning a language. My sister wanted especially to learn to read and write Japanese because she likes to read yaoi manga.”

“What’s that?”

Tor flashed David a quick look and a mischievous grin. “Manga are graphic novels, similar to comic books and yaoi loosely translated is boys love.”

Instantly alert, David responded. “You mean like… two guys together?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm. Well, I guess that makes sense. I’ve heard that some straight women get off on that. Guess it’s not surprising considering the fact that a lot of straight men like watching two women together.”

Arriving at the glassware isle they began examining the merchandise. “Does that do it for you? Two women together?” Tor casually asked.

Knowing a leading question when he heard one, David answered truthfully. He’d made up his mind a long time ago about hiding his sexuality. Being gay wasn’t something he advertised but when asked directly he didn’t deny it. “Personally I’d rather borrow one of your sister’s manga.”

“Me too,” Tor answered.

The two of them looked at each other in perfect understanding. Tor smiled and winked. He picked out a clear crystal candy dish with a holly design etched into the glass. “I think I’ll take this one.”

“Good choice. I like that one too.” David took a similar one and placed it in his cart. “So what next? I have a couple of toys to get then I need men’s and ladies wear. The toy department is just over that way,” he said, motioning in the general direction.

“Toys works for me.”

“Toys it is.”

David led the way to the toy department all the while very conscious of the fact that Tor, who’d just deliberately brought out into the open the fact that they both liked men, was following him. A small smile rode his lips. This trip was turning out a lot better than he’d anticipated. Despite the crowds, the heat that was turned up too high and the Christmas music that was being played too loudly over the store speakers, he felt his former irritation wane.

Arriving at the toy department they discovered each of them had nieces and nephews to buy for. They debated the merits of toy cars and action figures for small boys then dolls and colorful plastic horses with rainbow hued manes and tails that could be combed and styled for the girls.

“Do little girls really like these things?” Tor asked.

“Oh yeah,” David said perusing the box Tor held. It contained a plastic unicorn with big eyes and a benevolent expression. She was wearing a cape and a pointy hat. The box proclaimed it to be Rainbow Princess Dainty Toes. He chuckled at the name. “My niece loves these things. They don’t look so hot after she’s combed the hell out their hair and trotted them through the garden a time or two but she definitely loves them.”

Tor nodded. “I’ll bow to your expertise. Princess Dainty Toes, looks like you’ve found a new home. Heaven help you.”

David laughed and picked out a plastic winged pony called Princess Twinkle Bell. “I’ll take Miss Dainty’s sister.”

Finished in the toy department they wandered over to clothing and found knitted gloves with matching scarves and hats for some of the older females on their lists. Nice ties and wildly patterned boxers found their way into both carts. The jewelry department yielded pairs of earrings for pierced ears and new leather wallets and the salesperson at the cosmetics counter touted the merits of a perfume that both of them found acceptable. When the last names on their lists were accounted for, a new problem arose.

“What about wrapping paper? I don’t know about you, but I don’t have any,” David told Tor.

“Me either. I think it’s over where they usually have the garden stuff.”

This time Tor led the way and David gratefully followed. More than once he’d surreptitiously given his shopping companion the once over. He liked what he saw and the view from this angle was no different. Tor was in great shape and it was a pleasure just watching that long legged saunter in action.

Once in the Christmas department, they started shuffling through boxes loaded with rolls of wrapping paper. Tor picked up one with half a dozen rolls in it. “You know, I was thinking. Since we both have to wrap presents why bother with each of us buying our own paper, bows and tape. We could pool our resources and go in on this stuff together then you could come over to my place and we’ll help each other wrap presents. That is, if you’re not busy and you’d like to.”

Whispering a silent prayer of thanks to whatever Christmas elves had conspired to bring him this run of luck, David accepted. “Yeah, sounds good. I hope you’re better at wrapping than I am.”

“Well, I can’t make any guarantees but we can give it a good try anyway. Maybe we should go with gift bags.”

With a raised brow David nodded, approving Tor’s suggestion. After some consideration they settled on a combination of bags, boxes, bows and wrapping paper. After a visit to the stationary department for cards and tape, they headed for the checkout. The lines were long and they passed the time joking about the wildly speculative headlines on some of the gossip magazines that were on display.

The model on the cover of a men’s health magazine drew David’s eye He picked it up. “Look at those muscles. You gotta have a lot of time to invest to get in that kind of shape. What do you think?”

“Too bulky.” Tor blatantly ran his gaze over David from head to toe and back again. “I like guys with a more natural look. And besides that, he’s got brown eyes.”

“You don’t like brown eyes?”

“I’m very partial to green.”

David smiled, hoping his pleasure at Tor’s roundabout compliment would be conveyed by his own green eyes. Noticing that the line had moved, he replaced the magazine and turned his attention to unloading his cart on the conveyor belt and paying for his purchases. He watched while Tor in turn did his own checkout dance. Items were laid on the conveyer, then scanning and bagging was done by the cashier. Tor grabbed the bags and reloaded the cart, stopping only momentarily for that all important exchange of currency. With that done they headed out into the parking lot.

“Damn, it’s cold,” Tor complained quickly donning his coat. His breath huffed out in cloudy white puffs.

David was already buttoning his. “You got that right. So where are you parked? I’m over there in the far reaches of row C.”

“I’m a couple rows past you out in the parking lot boonies. Show me where your car’s at then I’ll drive around and you can follow me home.”

“All right.”

The two of them wound their way through the lot. Even the parking lot had its share of crowds. People were coming and going. Some were laughing and seemed to be having a good time, while others looked merely harassed. Cars were circling like sharks in search of the more coveted parking spaces. A horn sounded here, a car alarm there and the whole thing was overseen by the glare of headlights, towering lot lights and the twinkle of Christmas lights that decorated the small trees along the slim medians between parking rows.

With his shopping done, David heaved a sigh of relief. It was good to be able to leave the bustle behind.

“It’s gonna be damn nice to get out of here, huh?” Tor asked.

“Oh yeah. I can’t say I mind shopping but this is too much. Too many people and too much noise.”

“I have to admit I like it quieter myself. I’m an architect so I’m used to spending a lot of quiet time by myself while I work. Sometimes I’ll have the radio on but most of the time I work without any background noise. It’s easier to concentrate that way.”

“You sound like me. I’m a graphics designer. I do most of my work on my computer at home and it’s usually quiet.” They arrived at a sleek silver vehicle. “This is me,” David said. He pulled out his keys and popped the trunk.

“Nice car,” Tor commented while reaching for his wallet. He extracted a small rectangular piece of paper. “Here’s my card. My cell number’s on it.” He unzipped his coat a bit and reached into an inner pocket coming out with a pen. He quickly scribbled something on the back of the card. “This is my address in case we get separated in traffic. If you get lost, give me a call.”

David took the card and looked at the address. “I think I know about where this is. It’s those nice condos near Bernardo’s and the West View strip mall isn’t it?”

“That’s the place. You want to go ahead, or wait and follow me?”

“Oh, I’ll wait for you.”

“Okay. I’ll be back around in a few minutes. I’m driving a maroon pick up truck with a flat cap over the bed.”

“Okay.”

Tor went on, wheeling his cart ahead of him and David unloaded his purchases into the trunk of his car. Leaving the cart in one of the nearby round-up stands, he returned and slid in behind the wheel, started the engine and turned up the heat. It wasn’t long before warm air started coming through the vents.

He shivered and murmured a heartfelt, “Thank God.” As he waited, snow flakes began hitting the windshield. Looks like that snow the weatherman promised is actually going to show up. Damn. Most of the old stuff was almost gone too. Oh well, the kids will be happy and Mom always says how much she likes having a white Christmas.

Keeping watch in the rearview mirror, he saw a maroon truck pass by and slow to a stop just past him. Glad to see Tor at last, he backed out and followed him out of the parking lot. The traffic was heavy but he managed to stay with Tor through every light. Fifteen minutes later he was parking next to him in front of a large condo building with a neat yard. The bare trees were accented by white twinkle lights and with the snow falling and Christmas wreaths hung on nearby doors it was a festive and welcoming sight.

With their loaded bags of purchases in tow, Tor led the way to his door. Unlocking it, he preceded David inside. A nightlight gave the entranceway a soft glow, illuminating it just enough so that David avoided bumping into the small table just inside.

Tor dropped his keys into the shallow bowl that rested on it. “Hold on a sec. Let me turn on some lights,” he said.

He walked into what David supposed was the darkened living room and sure enough when the first lamp was turned on his supposition was borne out. It was a comfortable looking place. A sofa in a brownish gold color stood near one wall and faced the fireplace across the room. Several other chairs and tables were scattered around, one of which matched the sofa and had a large ottoman in front of it. Everything rested atop shaded carpet in muted green tones.

There was a dining room table at the far end of the room. “Let’s unload everything over here on the table.” Tor said, leading the way towards it. “We’ll have plenty of room and a good flat surface to spread the paper out on.” Dropping his bags he made for the open entranceway that led to his kitchen. “I’ll get some scissors. Would you like some coffee or how about hot chocolate? I’ve got real marshmallows. Or maybe chocolate coffee, I sometimes mix the two together. Oh and uh, I guess we ought to take our coats off huh?”

Tor flashed him a slightly sheepish smile and David chuckled. “Sounds like a good idea. And I’ll take whatever you want to fix. Don’t go to too much trouble on my account. Just plain coffee is fine with me.” He unbuttoned his coat and slipped it off then reached out a hand for Tor’s. “Where do you want these?”

“There’s a coat closet by the front door.”

“All right.”

David took care of the coats and returned to the living room where he began unpacking the bags. The wrapping paper, tape, bows, boxes and gift bags were set out in neat piles on one end of the table. Pulling a couple of chairs away from the table, he emptied the shopping bags laying the smaller items on the chair seats while setting the larger things on the floor. The smell of coffee teased his nostrils and he appreciatively breathed it in. A few minutes later, Tor came in with two mugs and a large pair of scissors tucked under his arm. He took the cups over to the end table near the sofa.

“Hey, would you grab that coaster over there?” he asked David, indicating with a glance the coaster that rested on a small table near the sofa’s matching chair.

“Sure.” David did as he asked and Tor set the second cup down.

“You need cream or sugar?”

“Nope, I take it black.” He chose a mug, picked it up and took a sip. “This is good. Thanks.”

“No problem. You want to sit a minute or get started?”

“Maybe we should get started. This might take a while and I have to drop those cherries off before I go home.”

Tor agreed and the two of them began by deciding what was going in gift bags and what had to be wrapped. They talked and joked around as they tackled the job before them, making the time pass quickly. Both men’s wrapping technique was a little shaky but together they managed to make a decent job of it. Bows were applied to wrapped boxes and tags or cards were attached. Both stopped now and then for swallows of coffee with Tor refreshing their cups partway through.

Working closely together, it was inevitable that the occasional touch or brushing of bodies would occur. David felt his awareness of Tor heighten with each casual contact. Tor’s scent in particular had caught his attention. It was warm, slightly musky, definitely male and accented by some subtle aroma that David found quite tempting. There was a distinct tightening in his groin, a precursor to a level of arousal that would make his cock start to thicken. He shifted a bit on his feet, admonishing himself to stay in control. How would it look if he was suddenly sporting a hard-on out of the blue?

Folding the corners of wrapping paper over the box he was working with, he reached for the tape and found himself nearly holding Tor’s hand instead. He froze for a second, his gaze flying to Tor’s. The lavender tint in Tor’s eyes darkened and his tongue came out to wet his lips.

He twisted his hand a bit and pressed the tape into David’s. “Go ahead. Take it.”

The husky quality to Tor’s voice had a groan threatening to rise from David’s chest. His gaze drifted down to Tor’s lips. He knew Tor meant the tape but couldn’t he have meant take a kiss? The thought was so damned enticing. He wrestled with temptation for a moment but afraid of overstepping his bounds, he grudgingly settled for taking the tape. Hyper-aware of the fact that Tor was watching his hands as he taped and folded another corner; he had to struggle to keep from tensing up. He finished as quickly as possible and returned the tape to Tor. Tor merely smiled and thanked him, leaving David to breathe a small sigh of relief.

Finally the last item rested on the table before them. The box of chocolate covered cherries. David opened it and the individually wrapped confections were divided into two equal piles. The shiny, red-foil covered candies glittered under the overhead light. Both candy dishes were filled and red ribbons tied around the handles on their tops. Nests of tissue paper were put inside gift bags and the candy dishes placed carefully inside.

David and Tor’s eyes met and they both grinned.

“That’s it,” David announced.

“We did it,” Tor agreed.

“Man, I can’t believe how painless it actually was. Normally I’m cursing a blue streak right about now.”

“It was a good idea to do it together.”

“Yeah,” David agreed. “I’ll help clean up the mess then I’ll get out of your hair.” Not that he was anxious to leave. If anything he wished he had an excuse to stay longer.

“You’re not in my hair. I’m having a good time,” Tor told him with quiet sincerity.

Encouraged, David smiled at him. “Me too.”

Leaving it at that for the moment, he helped Tor pack one of the empty shopping bags with the odds and ends of paper and ribbon while giving himself time to think.

“I’m going to take this out to the trash container in back,” Tor told him and carried the bulging bag in through the kitchen and out the door on the other side of the room. David grabbed their empty coffee cups and followed in his footsteps, stopping at the sink to rinse them out. From the corner of his eye, he saw Tor return.

“Hey.”

David dried his hands on the towel that was lying on the counter. Turning around, he found Tor standing near.

“You ever try one of these?” Tor asked. He was holding one of the chocolate covered cherries in his hand.

David shook his head and watched as Tor unwrapped the candy then popped it into his mouth. He stepped close and leaned in, bringing his lips to David’s. A triumphant thrill ran down his spine and David welcomed him with all the desire that had been building inside him since the moment he’d laid eyes on the man. Mouths opening, their tongues met around melting chocolate. The kiss was sweet and hot. When the chocolate sufficiently dissolved, the flavor of cherry liqueur burst upon his tongue. David groaned and sucked it into his mouth along with the cherry Tor gave him. Pulling back a bit, he chewed the savory, tart fruit and swallowed it along with the chocolate and sticky sweet liqueur.

Tor was grinning at him. “What do you think?”

“Not bad. I wondered what all the fuss was about. Tell you what though; I’d like to try another kiss. This time without the cherry.”

“That’s easy.”

Tor readily gave him just what he asked for and this time the taste he savored was Tor’s overlaid by the barest hint of cherry. It was a flavor he’d never forget along with the feel of the man in his arms. Something about the way they fit felt so right as though Tor was meant to be there. The hard-on that had been threatening to make an appearance all evening did just that but David wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by it. Tor was very obviously in a similar state and it seemed the right thing to do to press his body close to Tor’s and share that growing arousal.

They took a step back until David was pressed against the kitchen counter by the sink. One of Tor’s arms came down, his hand sliding between them. Agile fingers unbuttoned David’s jeans and slid his zipper down. “Is this all right?” Tor asked in a gravely purr.

“Hell yes,” David groaned and attacked Tor’s zipper as well.

Clothing was adjusted until two full and demanding erections were brought together. Tor’s fingers closed around them just as David’s did. Standing so closely, they shared each panting breath and moan that accompanied the firm strokes of their hands up and down naked, swollen columns of flesh. Tor’s thumb swept over the beads of pre-come leaking from their tips and the contact twisted a knife of pure pleasure in David’s gut.

He knew he wouldn’t last long. “Oh fuck. So good. I can’t hold out.”

“Don’t try. I’m about to blow,” Tor growled.

A few more strokes was all it took. Orgasm struck fast and hard wrenching spurts of warm semen from both men. Stomach muscles clenching, David uttered a guttural groan in concert with the blissful implosion that rocked his insides. His free arm tightened around Tor and he felt Tor’s fingers grip his shoulder as he rocked his body against David’s.

David let the pleasure wash through him and followed its waning ebb until the only thing left was the slowing pound of his heart and muscles that felt suddenly bereft of strength. Leaning against him, Tor chuckled weakly and David found himself grinning.

“Damn, talk about hot and fast,” David croaked.

Tor squeezed his shoulder. “But damn good.”

“Oh yeah.”

Taking a deep breath, Tor released his grip on David. “Turn sideways with me.” Completing the maneuver, Tor reached for the towel on the counter. He wiped his hand and David’s then very gently both their cocks. He threw the towel into the sink and took a step back to tuck himself in and readjust his clothing. David did the same while Tor rinsed out the towel then washed his hands. When Tor fished in a nearby drawer for a clean towel, David washed his own hands and accepted it when Tor handed it over.

Their eyes met and both men smiled. “I know you can’t stay so I won’t ask. I’m booked up with family the next couple of days but what are you doing New Years Eve?” Tor asked.

“Spending it with you.”

“Good answer.”

They came together and shared a long, leisurely yet oh-so-satisfying kiss. Tor’s hand came down and squeezed one cheek of David’s ass. “We better stop or I won’t let you go. I’ll help carry your stuff out to the car.”

“Good idea,” David agreed.

Together they gathered David’s share of the wrapped presents and slid them back into the empty shopping bags. Tor had David give him his phone number and address. “Just in case you try to ditch me,” he teased.

“Like that’s gonna happen,” David scoffed.

Donning their coats, they went out into the cold, snowy winter night. With the bags safely stowed in the trunk they said their goodbyes which included another scorching kiss.

“Maybe that’ll help keep you warm until I see you again,” Tor murmured in that husky way that had David’s toes curling. He stepped back as David opened the car door.

“I better get out of here. I’m starting to overheat,” David confessed then levered himself behind the wheel to the sound of Tor’s laughter. He closed his door and started the car. Through the windshield he saw Tor return to his doorstep and open the front door. He stood for a moment, silhouetted in the warm glow of light from the room beyond. Lifting his hand in a simple wave, he went inside and closed the door behind him.

Grinning, David backed the car out and headed for his sister’s house. He glanced at the festive bag lying on the passenger seat. He had the distinct impression that hunting for chocolate covered cherries was going to become a yearly Christmas tradition. One he’d no longer be doing alone.

The Farmer and Dale Chapter 12

The Farmer and Dale

Chapter 12

The next morning, after showers and breakfast, Gerald, Steven and James packed and left for Illinois. Steven called the company he employed to look after the house to tell them that they were leaving. They would see that the refrigerator was emptied and that everything else was put to rights for their next visit. James again employed the use of the company jet so they were not constrained by the need for commercial transport.

There was a car waiting for them at the airport and they arrived at Dale and Rick's, all smiles and totally relaxed. The younger men came out of the house in a rush to welcome them. They were amazed at the change in Gerald. The pale, solemn man who had left so reluctantly had been replaced by a tanned, laughing man who glowed with health and well being.

Gerald greeted his sons, for he considered Dale his son as well as Rick, with hearty hugs. James and Steven were also treated to hugs from Rick and Dale. Gerald's bags were unloaded from the trunk and they all headed into the house. Dale quickly brewed up a pot of coffee and brought out an apple pie.

"You must have just baked this one," Gerald quipped. "Rick never wastes time polishing off your pies."

"You're right about that," Dale answered. "He usually manages to finish one off in two days." He gave Rick an impish grin.

"Hey, I have help, you know," Rick defended himself. "As I recall, you eat your fair share."

The three older men looked on, amused by this bit of teasing.

"That's right I guess," Dale admitted. "As I remember, we had the last one in bed. You were wearing it and I was eating it."

"Dale!" Rick's cheeks flushed crimson.

Gerald and James began laughing. Steven had just taken a sip of his coffee and narrowly avoided spitting a mouth-full at Dale's outrageous remark. As it was, he did a bit of sputtering and coughing.

James rubbed his back. "You ok, babe?"

Steven nodded then cleared his throat. "Apple pie? We should have tried that in Florida."

James and Gerald stared at him open mouthed and actually blushed. Dale and Rick exchanged grins.

"Um, Dad?" Rick began. "Is there something you want to tell us?"

"No, and don't even go there, Son," Gerald warned. He turned a jaundiced eye to Steven. "You should know better, now these two are going to be hounding me for details."

"No we won't," Dale told him quietly. All eyes turned to Dale. "We don't need to know how or why, we're just happy you're back."

Rick nodded his agreement and the moment was saved.

Gerald rose and took his boys into his arms for a three way hug. "I've surely missed you. It's all right now, boys. Everything's all right."

The kitchen was filled with a deep, comfortable silence. Love gathered them into its sphere, holding them safe and warm.

Gerald released Dale and Rick. "I miss her, but she's in my heart and I know a part of her will always be with me, with us.” A growing smile curved his lips. “So now, who’s up for a barbeque?”

There was a round of laughter and more than one excited “oh yeah”. It was decided that James and Steven would spend the night. Gerald too was going to stay over. Rick and Dale made a mad dash to the grocery for steaks and raided the deli for pasta salad, macaroni and cheese and baked beans. They also bought some fresh bags of salad greens and a case of beer.

By the time they got home with their purchases, Gerald had the barbeque ready. James and Steven had been recruited to put fresh sheets on the beds in the room that would be theirs and the one that would be Gerald's, and had come back downstairs to keep Gerald company until Dale and Rick got back.

Rick and Gerald volunteered for chef's duty and barbequed the steaks, while Dale, Steven and James prepared the rest of the food which mainly consisted of heating what needed to be hot and putting the salad together. The table was set and everything ready when Rick and Gerald brought the steaks in. They served themselves buffet style from the kitchen counter and bringing their plates to the table, they dug in.

The meal was accompanied by easy conversation and murmurs of approval over the steak and other dishes. Although the side dishes all came from the grocery deli, they did a good job and the food tasted wonderful. The apple pie that had been ignored earlier when things had taken an emotional turn, made a reappearance, accompanied by vanilla bean ice cream. Eventually everyone rose groaning from the table with complaints of having eaten too much.

They all pitched in to cleanup, then adjourned to the front porch to enjoy the approaching dusk. James, Gerald and Steven had all changed into jeans or khakis and tee or polo shirts before the cooking began, so they were all comfortable and relaxed as they settled into chairs on the front porch. Rick and Dale opted to sit on the edge of the porch with their bare feet buried in the cool, damp grass.

The five of them sat mostly in companionable silence as the light grew dimmer with the setting sun. Darkness brought the chirping of crickets and other night creatures. Tree frogs sang and in the distance they could here an occasional moo and once the braying of donkey. There was general laughter at the sound and Rick explained that their neighbor kept a donkey along with his horses. He had a small pony cart and was occasionally seen on the road with the donkey between the traces in lieu of a pony.

A quarter-moon rode high in the sky and myriad stars made their appearance. A light, fresh breeze, laden with the smell of green growing things, stirred the leaves on the trees causing them to sway with a hypnotic rhythm. It also brought a low, mysterious whisper issuing from the surrounding corn fields.

"By George, it's peaceful out here," James observed quietly. "No wonder you love it."

"Now that we've got you hooked on all this country charm," Gerald joked. "You and Steven are welcome to drop in for a visit anytime."

"We'll take you up on that," Steven promised.

They fell silent, listening to the soothing sounds of the night while watching the lights of an occasional plane as it moved slowly across the darkened sky.

Steven yawned. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm ready to turn in. We had an early start and while it's been fun, it's been a long day too."

James and Gerald agreed with him. Dale and Rick decided to stay up for a while. After wishing everyone a good night and exchanging rounds of hugs, they curled up on the sofa in the living room to watch a movie. Upstairs, Steven and James faced a smiling Gerald.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay with us?" Steven questioned him, "You know we'd welcome you."

Gerald's smile grew broader. "I know and yes, I'm sure," Gerald asserted. "I love you both, and I'm so grateful for they way you helped me last night, but I'm ok now. You two need to be alone and I'm not ready to go any further with anyone yet."

"We understand," James told him. "If you need us, the door's open."

The three of them exchanged hugs and parted company. James was actually secretly relieved that Gerald had opted to leave them alone. Although last night had been wonderful and exciting with the addition of Gerald to their bed, James found himself wanting his lover. He wanted Steven's
full attention and the closeness that happened when they were wrapped up in each other, totally and completely. He also anticipated the tight clasp of Steven's sheath as he moved within his warm, welcoming depths. James soon got his way and was making sweet, slow love to his partner.

Dale and Rick came upstairs and celebrated their father's return to life with a vigorous round of love making. Rick was determined to punish Dale for embarrassing him earlier in the kitchen. His method of punishment was to bring his lover to the point of orgasm again and again, stopping at the brink until Dale was frantic and begging for release.

Rick finally gave in, only because his cock could no longer take the sweet massage of Dale's warm, velvet-soft chute. Together they came, Dale almost crying with relief. Rick was worried for a moment that he'd gone too far until a drowsy and sated Dale made him promise to do it again tomorrow.

The household settled down to sleep and even Gerald, in his solitary bed, was content. He was secure in the knowledge that Irene was with him and that he was surrounded by the love of his friends and family. Sleep came easily and his dreams were peaceful and serene.

The next morning saw Steven and James take their leave. They promised to come visit again soon and offered the use of the house in Florida to Dale, Rick and Gerald for whenever they felt the need of it. They also extracted the promise that the three of them would come and visit in New York. After several rounds of hugs and kisses they were on their way.

Rick, Dale and Gerald went back inside. Gerald sat at the table, looking thoughtfully into his second cup of coffee.

"I think I'll go to the cemetery today," he told them. "I've only been the one time. I think I'll go and spend some time there this afternoon."

"Do you want us to come with you, Dad?" Rick asked. He was clearly concerned.

"Now don't fuss, Rick. I'm okay. I'm not back-sliding. I just thought it might be nice to indulge in a little peaceful contemplation. You know I'm not a church going man, but God and I have our conversations. I think it's time we renewed our acquaintance and this will be a good place to do it," he revealed with simple sincerity. "I would appreciate a lift up to the house. Normally I'd walk but I've got to haul my luggage home."

They all made the trip to the Hunter farm, bringing in his luggage and taking it upstairs for him. Gerald smiled indulgently and allowed them to mother-hen him for a bit, then shooed them out. He went upstairs and unpacked, laughing when he realized that most of the clothes would have to be hauled back downstairs to be washed. After putting his other personal items away he prepared to head downstairs with an armload of clothing. He paused by the dresser and smiled wistfully at the sight of Irene's hair brush. His gaze was drawn to the framed photo of the two of them. They looked so happy and carefree as they smiled into the camera.

"The most beautiful woman in Illinois," he said softly. "I miss you so much Rene, but I promise I won't let you down again. I'll be here for our babies and for their babies too. Stay with me Rene, you're my strength."

He gazed at the silent picture then sighed and made his way downstairs to start the laundry.

Several hours later he arrived at the cemetery. He walked through the peaceful grounds, following the meandering paths that wound among the graves. The sun was shining and a warm breeze caressed his face. He was filled with an inner peace and knew that he needed this, needed to spend this quiet time alone.

As he approached the site of Irene's grave, he paused in surprise at the sight of the stranger who stood there, his head bowed. He was medium-tall, about six feet, with dark hair liberally touched with gray. His build was average in appearance, yet conveyed a certain strength. Gerald couldn't see his face. He wore a simple dark blue, long-sleeved, button down shirt, tucked into faded jeans. On his feet were white athletic shoes.

Gerald watched for a moment until the stranger became aware of his presence. The man turned to face him. He seemed somehow familiar. Gerald moved forward as he prepared to walk away.

"Wait," he called. The stranger halted. "Did you know my wife?" he asked.

The man nodded. "Yes, I knew her, a very long time ago." His voice held infinite sadness.

Gerald felt an overwhelming need to know more. "I'm Gerald Hunter." he held out his hand.

The man took it and gave it a firm shake. "Jack Becker," he replied.

"Becker?" Gerald questioned then his eyes went wide. "Jack Becker? Oh my God, Irene spoke of you so many times. She wanted so much to know where you were."

Gerald couldn't believe that here, now, was the brother that Irene had mourned. Jack had left home at sixteen after their puritanical father had discovered he was gay. Irene had been three years his junior and did not understand what was going on, only that her beloved older brother had left. When she had questioned her parents, she was told in no uncertain terms that she was never to mention his name again.

It wasn't until years later that she learned the reason for his banishment. She had been outraged that her parents would throw their son, her only brother, away so cruelly. The Becker's were not particularly loving parents and this knowledge put an even bigger strain on the lukewarm relationship that existed between them and their daughter.

"She spoke of me?" Jack questioned.

"Yes, she kept hoping you might contact her."

"Then she didn't know why I left," he stated, a slight tinge of bitterness in his voice.

"She knew," Gerald told him quietly. "She didn't care. Look, would you like to go somewhere and get a cup of coffee?"

"You want to have coffee with a gay man?" Jack asked, skeptically.

"Yes," Gerald said decisively. "You're gay? So what? I'm bi. I have one son and two daughters who are straight. My son has a wife, my girls have husbands and they all have kids. My other son is married to a man. We're all something. What difference does it make?"

Jack gave Gerald smile that caused his heart to flutter. "I wish everyone felt the same as you do."

"To me it just makes sense. Why make such a fuss about something that shouldn't matter? Now," he asked. "How about that coffee? Or better yet, it's getting late and I'm hungry. How about dinner?"

Jack nodded. "Dinner sounds good."

* * *

Two years later, Rick was sitting at the kitchen table scanning the New York Times. Dale stood behind him, gazing over his shoulder. Steven and James had sent the paper, the bestseller list highlighted with the top two slots circled.

"How about that?" Dale shook his head in wonder. "You do notice who's on top, don't you?"

Yeah, yeah, and I'll show you who's on top later," he promised. "Dad and Jack are gonna pop their buttons, they'll be so proud," Rick continued, his patented grin in place. "Did you ever think we'd be seeing this?"

"Us, holding the top spots on the New York Times Bestseller List? Not in my wildest dreams," Dale admitted. He bent down and kissed the top of Rick's head. "Steven and James are still arriving tomorrow aren't they?"

Rick nuzzled the hand Dale had rested on his shoulder. "Oh yeah. Dad and Jack have already got their room ready up at the house. Steven said to tell you he expects that killer macaroni and cheese at the barbeque tomorrow."

Dale chuckled. "You know, so much has happened in the last couple of years, some of it sad, like your mom's accident, but most of it's been wonderful. We got your dad to meet Steven again and now he and James are Gerald's closest friends. And the way Jack showed up when he did was nothing short of a miracle, especially since he and your dad fell in love," Dale sighed. "I mean really, how romantic is that?"

Rick laid the paper down and rose from the table. "What about us?" he questioned, as he took Dale into his arms. "Our meeting was pretty miraculous too. And as for romance," he gave Dale a long, slow, sultry-hot kiss. "You want romance? Come with me."

He took Dale by the hand and led him out of the kitchen, grabbing a blanket on his way out the back door.

"Where are we going?" Dale asked with a smile, sure that he already knew the answer.

Rick turned back and with a grin said, "I'm going to make love with my baby out under the trees. Is that romantic enough for you?"

Dale forged ahead and pulled Rick with him. "Oh yeah. Hurry up, would you?"

Rick laughed joyously. "Lead on lover, lead on."

Once again, sheltered by the oaks and maples of their own personal forest, Dale and Rick pledged their love to one another with their bodies, their words and most importantly, their hearts.

The End

The Farmer and Dale Chapter 11

THE FARMER AND DALE

Chapter 11

Steven stood at the window gazing out at the view. It was spectacular; clear azure-blue skies unmarred by even a wisp of cloud and creamy-white, sandy beaches caressed by gentle waves. The rhythmic ebb and flow of water erased any trace of those impertinent enough to believe they could leave evidence of their passing.

Far out on the diamond-bright water several boats, their sails full-set, gracefully skimmed the waves. Closer to the house, seated in lounge chairs were two men. Both were a healthy shade of bronze, kissed by the sun they'd courted daily.

Steven studied them both. The man on the right, with his raven hair touched only slightly with gray was his lover, James. The expression in his eyes softened as he regarded the man who had shared his life for almost thirty years. He felt truly astonished at the thought. It seemed impossible that so many years had passed. He and James had not only managed to stay together, something that so many couldn't accomplish, but they continued to love and cherish one another. Steven thanked the divine providence that had brought James into his life.

His gaze shifted to the man on the left.

Gerald's honey blonde hair had lightened in the sun so that it gleamed with pale highlights. Steven's fingers twitched as he remembered the feel of his former lover's skin, how they'd touched and loved each other through so many endless nights. He ached to go to him, to pull him into his arms and draw the pain from him.

Gerald had finally agreed to Steven and James' entreaty to go to Florida with them. He'd stubbornly resisted until Steven used the one argument he knew would sway him: his family. His children were worried about him; this trip would reassure them that he had an opportunity to heal. Gerald had given in, thinking that perhaps Steven was right and that now his sons and daughters wouldn't fuss over him so much.

Steven was relieved that he'd agreed but he was still worried. Gerald was eating better, he'd even re-gained some of the weight he'd lost. He seemed to enjoy all their activities from simple sun-bathing to the concerts they had attended. They went to movies and Gerald participated in their conversations and discussions, laughing in all the right places. He seemed his old self. Seemed, being the key word.

Gerald had built an invisible barrier between himself and the world. Behind that barrier he held on to his loss, held on to his pain and grief. After breaking down at the hospital, he had not cried again for Irene. He stoically endured saying little about her, acting as though everything was fine when little by little he was dying inside.

Steven had caught him several times with a sad, faraway look on his face, the sparkle dying in his eyes. Those sparks of inner fire were growing dimmer with each passing day. He knew Gerald was trying to bury his heart and emotions, trying to deny the pain as if with his denial the cause for it would no longer exist. Steven knew something needed to be done. He had an inkling of what that was, but was unsure how to go about it.

He sighed and made his way to the kitchen. After eating out the last four evenings the three of them agreed that, for a change of pace, it would be nice to stay in and enjoy a ‘home' cooked meal. Considering where they were they'd enjoyed many a meal of seafood, so Steven had decided on simple baked chicken breasts, salad, baked potatoes, crusty rolls and sorbet for dessert.

He'd chosen a crisp white wine to serve with their dinner and had found a special blend of coffee he wanted to surprise Gerald with. Gerald had confided his addiction to Dale's coffee. Steven thought perhaps this blend might come close to that which Dale brewed and that it might produce pleasant memories to help steady him.

Steven prepared the chicken, lightly seasoning it and laying it out in the baking dish. The potatoes were washed and like-wise the salad greens which were also drained and placed back in the refrigerator to keep them crisp. The rolls had only to be warmed.

He was just about to go out to ask James and Gerald when they would like to eat, when they came to the back door. Steven beamed at the sight of them. They looked so fit, healthy and beautifully male in their bathing trunks which exposed lots of smooth, tanned skin. They stood in the doorway using their towels to wipe down and to brush the sand from their feet. After Steven's complaints about the sand being tracked in, they knew to use the broom that rested by the back door to sweep the excess sand from the walkway that led to the door.

The two of them were joking about whose turn it was to sweep. Over the past two weeks Gerald had become quite as comfortable with James as he was with Steven. They joked sometimes, calling themselves the Three Musketeers.

The first to walk in, James observed Steven's preparations. "Why didn't you come and get us, love? We'd have helped you get things ready," he said, wrapping an arm around Steven's waist and giving him a kiss.

Steven breathed in his lover's scent; James smelled of suntan lotion, fresh air and heated male, a potent combination one his cock approved as it twitched and thickened under his shorts.

Gerald smiled at the two of them. "I thought you were coming out to join us? What have you been up to besides getting dinner ready?"

"I was doing a little reading, and lost track of the time," Steven confessed, then grinned mischievously. "Actually this book might interest you. It's a first effort by a very talented young man by the name of Richard Hunter."

Gerald returned his grin, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Talented, huh?"

"Oh yes, it's actually quite good but then we don't offer contracts for mediocre manuscripts."

"I'll tell him you said that."

Gerald walked to Steven, leaned in and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. Gerald jerked back, surprise, embarrassment and dismay registering on his face. His cheeks flushed and he began to apologize.

"James, Steven, I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that." He began to back away.

James placed a hand on his arm, halting him. "Gerald, it's okay," he told him gently.

His arm slipped around Gerald's waist. With his other arm around Steven, he drew them into a three-way hug. Gerald stood stiffly at first then slowly relaxed. His head dropped gently down to rest on James' shoulder. With a sigh, the tension flowed out of his body. Steven smiled softly and slid his free arm around him, his eyes meeting James' over Gerald's head. Steven gave him an
encouraging nod.

James rubbed his chin over the top of Gerald's head. Steven knew then that this was the key. Touch was the answer to dissolving the barrier that Gerald had erected around himself. Steven watched his lover touch Gerald in this simplest of ways and knew that Gerald, however unconsciously, had opened the door. Steven rubbed Gerald's back gently, eliciting another sigh from him.

He and James had discussed just this possibility. This simple, human need to be touched could unlock Gerald's heart. It was not something they had done before, sharing their bed with anyone. They had agreed that if doing so would help Gerald they were both willing and yes, even eager to do so.

When they first met, they had discussed all the aspects of Steven's relationship with Gerald. They had been very open and honest with each other about all their previous experiences and love affairs. James confessed that knew had Gerald not chosen to honor his engagement to Irene, he and Steven would very likely have stayed together. Just as Steven had earlier thanked the divine intervention that brought James into his life, James had previously expressed those same thoughts.

He could so easily never have had the opportunity to meet Steven, let alone build the life they'd made together. But they did have a life together. Their love was strong, solid and unshakable. They both knew that loving Gerald would only strengthen their commitment, each to the other. They were determined to see this man, who was so good and so deserving of more, recover and find joy again in his life. Working together to heal their friend would be yet another bond between them and a proof of their trust in each other.

Gerald's head lifted from James' shoulder as he slowly pulled out of their embrace. "Thank you." he said with quiet, sincere dignity. "I'm going to get cleaned up."

After he left the kitchen, James and Steven met each other's gazes and smiled. "It's just as you thought," James told him.

Steven took James' hand, his fingers lightly exploring the contours and curves of it. "How could it not be?" Steven answered. "When he lost Irene he didn't just lose his wife, he lost his lover as well. Rick told me how affectionate they always were with each other. Beyond a few hugs from his children, Gerald hasn't touched anyone in months. It has to have an affect on the psyche. It must be like going through withdrawal."

He brought James' hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles. "It's so easy to take everything we share for granted. Not only is that person there to talk with and to share things with but there are the tactile things. Not just making love." Steven stepped back, releasing James' hand. "But simple touches. Have you ever thought about how many times we touch each other in the course of a day?"

James shook his head.

"I'll bet it would surprise both of us just how many touches we actually share in that time-frame. To suddenly have that withdrawn, the warmth, comfort and love that each touch conveys," Steven's eyes filled with tears. "James," he whispered, his throat suddenly constricted.

James reached out and enfolded Steven into his embrace. "It's ok, baby. We're going to fix this. It's all right."

Steven relaxed into the comfort and strength of his lover's touch.

* * *

Gerald stood under the warm shower spray his body tense again, his thoughts in turmoil. He could still feel the warmth and comfort of his friend's embrace, how his body had yearned for it and reveled in it. He sighed and cursed softly as he felt his cock stir.

Since Irene's death he'd not had an erection, had not experienced desire of any kind except one. The overwhelming desire to be with her. It wasn't that he contemplated suicide. That was something he would never do, it was just that he dreamed of things being as they had been before the accident. This world that he was left in seemed empty. He felt desperately alone, even when he was surrounded by the love of his children and grandchildren.

But now there was this burgeoning desire for Steven and James. He squeezed his eyes tightly, burying his face in his hands. How could he even contemplate such a thing? His beloved Irene was gone. How could he possibly consider finding happiness, or even physical pleasure without her? Even now his body was betraying him; his cock stiffening as that scene with Steven and James replayed in his head.

In the darkness behind his closed lids, his thoughts strayed from impression to impression. The scent of them, each was different yet equally provocative. James had been warm from the sun, his scent stronger, musky male mixed with sunlight and suntan lotion. Steven's scent was more subtle, his fresh, clean yet masculine aroma had risen subtly with the warmth his body exuded. It aroused Gerald senses drawing him into the past, to a place and time that he had reluctantly put behind him.

And when they touched him, dear God, had anything ever been so welcome? For those fleeting moments the pain receded, the desperate anguish diminished so far that he no longer felt like a helpless child cowering in the dark, crying for the one person who would make it all better. Irene, who could not be there, who would never be there again.

He dropped his hands from his face and looked down the length of his body. He stared at his erection as though it were some unfamiliar and alien part of himself, something he'd never seen before and certainly nothing he welcomed. Slowly his hand moved down and he wrapped his fingers around himself. A groan burst from his throat as pleasure shuddered down his spine. His breath began to speed, his hand moved, slowly stroking.

"Ah god," he groaned.

Images of Steven and of their past, appeared in his mind and were being acted out like a play on a stage. His perspective shifted to the present, shifted to include James. The thoughts that filled his head were shocking in their conception, stunning for the sheer sensuality and daring of them. Another groan was torn from his throat. He felt the familiar tingling buildup that told him he was still very much a man.

Suddenly, wrapped in the approaching pleasure came another image. An image of Irene as she moved beneath him, welcoming every pounding thrust of his cock. Irene, Steven, James. Each face vied for supremacy in his mind. With an anguished wail, Gerald pivoted and cut the flow of hot water. The shock of the shower spray, now icy cold, sliced through the images shredding them like so much tissue paper. His lust disappeared as fast as his erection. Shaking and shivering with cold, he shut off the water completely.

Shuddering, he stood frozen for a few seconds with his eyes wide and unseeing as he fought to hold all his wildly careening emotions at bay. At last he stepped slowly from the shower and taking a towel, began to dry himself his expression mirroring the blank state of mind he’d achieved. Automatically, he returned to the bedroom and dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed, debating
whether to wear shoes and socks. The only evidence of his buried agitation was the occasional twitching of his fingers as they sought to tighten into fists.

* * *

James had set the dining room table, lighting some candles to enhance the atmosphere. Gerald had rejoined them and volunteered to help. Steven had set him to tossing the dressing into the salad. They had exchanged several significant looks over Gerald's withdrawn and subdued mood; he wasn't making the slightest effort to put on a show of normalcy.

The food was carried into the dining room and they began their meal. James and Steven carried the conversation; Gerald would not speak unless a question was directed his way. He played with the food on his plate, eating very little. Steven and James' own appetites were affected until the food seemed some tasteless mass that dared them to consume it.

Steven's nerves, stretched taut, hit the breaking point. He reached out and covered one of Gerald's hands with his own.

"Don't," Gerald told him without making eye contact.

"Don't what?" Steven asked.

"Don't touch me," Gerald elaborated. He looked up, his eyes bleak. "You don't have the right to touch me."

"You're right, Gerald, I don't have the right to touch you. I'm just trying to offer you some comfort," Steven told him quietly.

Gerald's face flushed, his eyes taking on a glittering anger. "I know what you're trying to offer. You've got no right," he snapped. "No right to make me feel..."

"What are you feeling Gerald?" James, seeing Steven's face blanch with hurt, decided it was time to intervene.

Gerald turned his anger on James. "And you, you're just as guilty. Trying to make me betray Irene."

"Is that what you'd be doing? Did Irene tell you that she expected you to stay celibate and alone?" He demanded. Gerald didn't answer and James repeated sharply. "Did she?"

Gerald flinched, tears sparkling in his eyes. He shook his head. "We made a pact," he swallowed hard, tears clogging his throat. "We agreed that if something happened to either of us, the other would go on living."

James nodded. "That was good. Irene is very wise, she loves you so much. Did you
notice that I said she loves you, present tense?"

Gerald nodded.

"That's because she's still with you. She's an integral part of you and always will be. You do know that don't you?" James questioned.

Gerald nodded again.

"Do you think Steven and I would ever want to change that, that we would try to take that from you?"

He shook his head, tears starting down his cheeks. He turned to Steven. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered desperately.

Steven stood and went to Gerald, who buried his face in his midriff. Anguished sobs wracked his body. James moved in behind him and they held him between them, James massaging his shoulders and back as Steven murmured words of comfort. His hand slid through the thick strands of Gerald's hair. Eventually he quieted. Steven urged him to stand and he and James shepherded Gerald to their room.

Steven steered him into the bathroom. "Why don't you get yourself cleaned up?
There's some aspirin in the medicine cabinet; I think you should take two or three, they'll help you to relax, all right?"

Gerald nodded and with a sigh went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Steven drifted into James arms and laid his head on his shoulder. "Thank you. I would never have found the words."

James hugged him tightly. "You would have. I've just had all that experience at cross examining people. Gerald was trying to hide from his feelings, and we just had to make him see them."

Steven sighed. "We should go clear the table and clean up."

"You stay here, love. I don't think he should be left alone right now."

Steven began to protest.

"Hush, don't fuss. I'm only going to throw everything in the fridge, rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher. It won't take me long. Now do as I say." He gave Steven's ass a light swat.

Steven smiled. "I just love it when you go all alpha male on me."

James chuckled. "Too bad I can't show you just how alpha I'm feeling right now. Are we keeping Gerald with us tonight?"

"I'm going to try, is that all right?"

"Of course, but you should make it clear that nothing is expected of him," James instructed. "I don't think he's ready for that yet, if ever."

Steven agreed. James left to take care of the cleanup. Steven sat on the bed and listened for Gerald's movements. He heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink running for a bit. A few minutes later Gerald emerged from the bathroom.

His face was freshly washed, his eyes and lips were still slightly puffy from his tears but he looked much more serene and in control. He looked at Steven almost shyly, a hesitant smile trying to make its appearance.

* * *

His heart felt lighter as Steven smiled in return and came to him, taking him in his arms. Gerald sighed, laying his head on Steven's shoulder, enjoying the brush of Steven’s hands as they slowly rubbed his back. He could feel the remaining tension drain away as exhaustion swept in.

"Okay now?" Steven asked.

"Yes," Gerald admitted quietly. He hadn't felt so at ease in months, it was a relief to drop his guard and release the pain that had imprisoned his heart.

"Gerald, we want you to sleep with us tonight. We don't expect anything from you, now or ever. If something happens or not, it's your decision but we want you with us. Neither one of us wants you to be alone."

Gerald pulled away feeling an unaccustomed quiver inside as butterflies took wing in his stomach. "Could we just sleep? I hate sleeping alone.”

"Of course we can. Why don't you get undressed and get in bed. James is doing a quick cleanup in the kitchen and I'm going to make use of the bathroom for a few minutes."

Gerald nodded and started undressing, pulling his polo shirt over his head. He emerged from under it to see the bathroom door close as Steven went in to get ready for bed. Gerald was feeling very strange, excited yet apprehensive, all underscored by a weariness that dragged at him unmercifully. He took off his shorts and folded them and his shirt, laying them neatly over a chair. He usually slept nude and debated for a moment then decided to keep his briefs. They gave him a feeling of security even though he knew that neither Steven nor James, would try to force anything from him.

He pulled back the covers of the super-size king bed and crawled in. His mind tried to keep his body from relaxing but was overwhelmed by the exhaustion brought on by his emotional outburst. Gerald lost the struggle to keep his eyes open and was asleep in seconds flat.

James returned from kitchen duty and smiled at the sight of Gerald sound asleep in their bed. He went into the bathroom and joined Steven in their preparations for bed. They returned to the bedroom and Steven paused.

"He always did look like an angel when he slept."

"No more than you, love." He took Steven into his arms and kissed him soundly, thoroughly.

Steven emerged from his embrace, his face flushed. "You, on the other hand, are pure devil."

James chuckled. "Just wanted to remind you who you belong to."

"As if I'd ever forget," Steven scoffed, but he wore a pleased expression on his face.

He rounded the bed and slid in next to Gerald. James stayed on the side nearest the door and slipped under the covers on his other side. Gerald stirred and moved to his side, mumbling softly in his sleep. He ended up facing Steven, snuggling against him. Steven sighed and pulled him close. James moved in and spooned Gerald from behind. Steven found James' hand and wove their fingers together. A few yawns later and all three were in the arms of Morpheus.

* * *

Several hours later Gerald surfaced from sleep, his body tensing then slowly relaxing as he felt the comfort of the tangle of limbs that enwrapped him. A slow, joyous smile teased his lips. He opened his eyes. In the dim glow from the bathroom nightlight, he could just make out Steven and James.

Gerald had moved to his back. James was snuggled in on one side, Steven on the other. Each had laid their head on his shoulders. Arms and legs draped over him. He was cocooned in warm, human and very male flesh.

His smile blossomed as his cock began to fill. He could feel Steven, already erect against his thigh. James' cock was just beginning to stir. Both men were still asleep.

Gerald turned his head to James, whispering his name. James murmured stirring slightly then woke with a start.

"What is it, baby?" he murmured sleepily.

Gerald grinned and chuckled; he was sure James, in his sleepy state, thought he was talking to Steven. He bent his head and kissed the top of James head.

"Wake up, lover, I need you," he whispered, huskily.

"Ummm," James' hand began moving over Gerald's chest.

Gerald shivered and turned to Steven and repeated the procedure, gently waking him. James and Steven soon were both fully awake and aware of who had woken them. James leaned up on his elbow and hovered over Gerald. On the other side, Steven did the same.

"Are you sure?" Steven asked quietly as he gazed down at Gerald's smiling face.

Gerald nodded. "I need to touch you," he turned to James. "Both of you."

James smiled and bent down, taking Gerald's lips in a warm, tender kiss. Gerald opened for him and their tongues explored with a slow, languid grace. Gerald moaned at the exquisite pleasure of it. When James released him, Steven started his own explorations. Gerald returned his kiss fervently. Together and without a word, they reached for Gerald's briefs pushing them down and off. Their own followed.

Hands touched warm, yielding skin, caressing and arousing. Breathy moans, murmurs of pleasure and the subtle sounds of the bed creaking disturbed the silence of the room as bodies shifted and moved. The pure, rich scent of male rut perfumed the air.

Gerald was lost to all coherent thought. His mind moved backward in time to a place where this was the most natural and welcome order of things. His senses were raw, open. Taste, touch, smell, sight and sound, all were inundated, filled to overflowing with the undiluted essence of man.

A seeking mouth found his. Another found his nipples, first one then the other, licking, nipping and sucking until he was gasping into the mouth that held his captive. He pulled away and nearly came up off the bed when a broad-fingered hand wrapped his cock in gentle steel and began stroking. Another hand found his full, aching balls, rolling and squeezing firmly yet with gently insistance. He lay panting, stunned by the exquisite pleasure.

He felt the rock-hard lengths of James and Steven pressed against his body. They undulated against him with a steady persistent rhythm. Gerald's own hands moved down until he captured those throbbing poles. He was rewarded with growls and gasps of pleasure.

The heat rose. With sweat beginning to bead from their pores, they writhed in an ancient, primitive motion as one thought consumed their bodies and minds. The pleasure built to immeasurable heights, growing and growing until it burst spectacularly free.

With a deep, groaning wail, Gerald came. Thick ropes of seed, creamy white and hot, flew from the swollen cap of his quivering cock arching up to land on his chest and stomach. Twin roars of release burst from James and Steven as they both shot. Their spurting semen added to Gerald's own, coating his shuddering body. The pleasure wrung them out then slowly receded, leaving a wondrous afterglow. Sated, the three of them sprawled together as their racing heart-beats and laboring breaths resumed their normal rhythm.

James rose up and bent over Gerald's body. His tongue slid over Gerald's stomach causing it to quiver and tighten. Steven joined him and together they gathered the cum that had mingled and mixed from the three of them. Steven and James met mouth to mouth over Gerald's body and exchanged a hot, languid kiss. They again bent and gathered the remains of the heady fluid and this time, rising up to Gerald, one at a time they fed him their thick male cream.

Gerald accepted their gifts, their tongues, their touches and their care. His heart opened, beating freely and unrestrained by pain for the first time in months. Pulling the two of them close, he kissed their stubbly cheeks.

"Thank you," he whispered, then paused. "I think I'm ready to go home now."

"Well darn," James quipped. "Just when things were getting interesting."

The three of them dissolved into light-hearted chuckles.

Steven cupped Gerald's cheek. "Are you sure you're all right now?"

Gerald placed his hand over Steven's. "Oh yes," he answered. "You made me see that trying to stop living won’t bring Irene back. She'd be madder than a hornet at the way I've been acting."

"You needed time to grieve, Gerald," James told him.

"We were just afraid you were going too far. We were afraid we might lose you," Steven whispered.

Gerald kissed him lightly. "I'm not going anywhere. I've got too much left too do, to much to live for. My kids, my grandkids and my very dear friends." He kissed Steven again and then James.

Steven sighed. "I don't know about you two, but I'm tired. Anyone want a shower?"

There was a short silence.

"I want to stay here, just like this, until morning," Gerald said softly.

James and Steven nodded their agreement. James reached down and pulled the sheet back over them. They settled down in a sprawling heap of tangled limbs and contented sighs and again courted sleep.

To Be Continued

The Farmer and Dale Chapter 10

THE FARMER AND DALE

Chapter 10

The night before the trip to New York, Gerald emerged from the bathroom after a long, soothing shower. He paused in the doorway between bath and bedroom, taking in the familiar and oh so beloved vision of his wife.

Irene stood before the mirror, brush in hand, giving her dark, lustrous hair a last few strokes before going to bed. Gerald often teased her about the futility of having such well groomed hair before bed, knowing that it would end up mussed and tangled, many times the result of his handiwork. Their lovemaking was often, and oft times vigorous. Irene had proved to be no shrinking violet in bed or out, something that Gerald had felt blessed with over the years.

In all their years together, she'd never used sex as a weapon. Irene was a fighter, up front and straight on the attack. If something bothered her, they had it out, cleared the air and many were the times they sealed the deal with a powerfully potent bout of lovemaking. The fact that Gerald had been true to her all these years was not only the result of his promise and integrity, but due also to the fact that she never left him wanting. They fulfilled each other absolutely.

He leaned in the doorway, breathing in the familiar scent of her. She wasn't one for fancy soaps, perfumes or lotions. The scent was female, his woman, sweet and arousing. Gerald felt himself stiffen in anticipation.

He moved across the room and reached for her brush, laying it aside as his arms wrapped around her. He pressed himself against the soft yet firm buttocks that had cradled him many times. Irene was more than willing to be adventurous, and anal play was a big part of their ‘routine.'

He stared at their reflection in the mirror, his inverted gaze meeting hers. "Did I ever tell you that you were the most beautiful woman in Illinois?" He dipped down to nuzzle the side of her neck.

She tilted her head, giving him easy and welcome access. "I believe you may have mentioned it a time or two, but I'm not adverse to hearing it again." She sighed with pleasure. "I'm so glad you're going with Rick tomorrow. The two of you need some time together."

"Rene, you can still come, it's not too late."

Irene turned in his arms, her smile was soft, her eyes filled with love. "You know the one thing I've always admired about you? Your honesty. When you tell me I'm beautiful, I have to believe, because I know you'd never lie to me. When you tell me I have nothing to fear from Steven, I believe that too. You've proved it time and again the past thirty five years. You go, speak with your friend, and enjoy the time with your son. I'll be here when you get home."

Gerald felt the tears prickling his eyes as he gathered his wife close in his arms. "I'm the luckiest man on the face of the earth," he whispered.

Irene slipped an arm between them. Her hand found the opening in his towel, sliding in and wrapping around the firm throbbing length of his cock. At her touch, it swelled, thickening, the blood pulsing under the skin. She slowly stroked him.

"Come to bed," she murmured. "You're about to get even luckier."

Gerald chuckled, a warm, husky sound, filled with love and arousal. Slipping the robe from his wife's still firm body, he walked with her to the bed.

***

"Like this, baby?" Dale panted as he continued the long slow thrusts that filled his lover with each forward motion.

"Ah, yeah! Yeah, babe. Don't stop! God, don't stop!" Rick chanted. He groaned under the continued sensual assault. Dale's thick, swollen length slid freely in the tight clasp of his velvet-skinned sheath.

Dale's body was on autopilot, his senses filled with the smell and taste of his lover. His gaze wandered the planes of Rick's face, watched as his plump, kiss-swollen lips parted, a moaning whimper of pleasure issuing from between them. His eyes were closed, his expression one of deep concentration. Another slide of Dale's cock within, and Rick's shoulders bunched, the muscles in his arms bulging as his hands tightened on the rumpled sheet beneath their laboring bodies.

His torso was bent, his legs resting over Dale's shoulders. Rick's cock was at full mast, the skin stretched taut, the round, plump head weeping. Dale kept it sandwiched between their damp, sweat-slicked bodies. Rick's precum coated their skin as his cock throbbed against their bellies.

With each long glide, into the dark, wet and welcoming heat, Dale could feel the convulsive clasp of Rick's channel as it grew increasingly tight around him. The rapturous peak was mere moments away.

"Rick," he gasped softly.

Rick's eyes opened, distant, lost. They slowly focused, blue-green melding with mossy green. The pleasure arrowed between them.

"Come with me," Dale ordered.

His hips rocked faster. Long glides, became short, hard punches that pummeled the hard knot of Rick's prostate. Dale reveled in the roar of Rick's release. As climax twisted his gut, his cock spewed its hot load deep into his lover, giving in to the hard milking spasms of the tight sheath that held him. He filled it with the tribute it demanded. Rick's cock erupted between them, milky cum, warm and wet, coating them, mixing with their sweat.

Dale collapsed, shuddered and went limp. He sank down onto Rick and felt his arms move up to encircle him. He lay against his lover as his pounding heart slowed. With his ear pressed to Rick's chest, he could hear the steady, slowing thump of Rick's heart. It was comforting, reassuring. Dale sighed and eased out of Rick's arms, rolling to his side. Rick followed, spooning Dale. Neither made mention of the fragrant seed that decorated their bodies. It was as though those intimate fluids anointed and joined them.

"I really am going to miss you," Rick whispered. His breath was a warm mist against the back of Dale's neck.

Dale shivered and felt tears well in his eyes. He fought to keep his emotions under control, fought to keep his voice steady. He pushed back into Rick's arms, needing the warmth and comfort of his lover.

"I'll miss you too," he admitted, his voice breaking up as he lost the struggle.

"Dale?"

"Mmm?"

"Turn over, look at me," Rick ordered softly

Dale hesitated, blinking his lids to rid his eyes of their sheen of moisture. As Rick moved back to give him room, he rolled and came to rest on his other side facing Rick who looked deep into his eyes.

"Are you all right, baby?" he questioned softly.

Dale nodded, not trusting his voice to remain normal past the lump in his throat.

Rick's arms wrapped around him and pulled them tightly together. His warm, musky scent filled Dale's nostrils. Dale breathed it in, wanting to hold every bit of Rick he could for as long as he could.

"I love you so much," Rick murmured softly. "The next couple of days are going to seem like forever." Rick hesitated, then continued. "There's one thing I discovered about what happens when two people who love each other part, even if it's only for a little while."

"What's that? Dale whispered.

"It's always hardest for the one who gets left behind," Rick answered.

Tears flooded Dale's eyes and he couldn't stop the sudden small sob that caught in his throat. Rick's arms tightened around him.

"This is stupid," Dale choked out. "You're only going to be gone a couple of days."

"It's not stupid," Rick assured him. "I'd feel the same way if I was the one staying home. Even though I'll miss you, I've got the distraction of going somewhere and doing something different, while you'll just be here, in our home, by yourself. It makes a difference, Dale."

Dale nodded, his cheek rubbing in the soft curling hair on Rick's chest.

"What you have to remember is that I love you, that I'll be thinking of you, and that I'll be counting the hours until I can be home with you. Does that help?" Rick asked hopefully.

Dale smiled. "It helps," he admitted. "I love you too."

"Good, now get some sleep. I'm going to make love to you in the morning before I go. Dream about how good it's going to be, baby."

Dale yawned, even as he felt a tightening tingle in his loins. "No fair, now I'll be horny all night."

He felt the vibration of Rick's chuckle under his cheek and quickly slipped into sleep.

* * *

"Dad?" Rick felt compelled to ask the question that had been bothering him ever since their trip began. They were ensconced in the comfortable luxury of first class. Gerald, who'd been idly scanning a magazine, looked up expectantly.

Rick, as promised, had started his morning by making love to Dale. He'd left him warm, sated and sleeping in their bed. Just the thought of Dale lying there looking so sweetly innocent, his hair tousled, his breathing soft and slow, made Rick glow with love. He'd insisted that Dale go back to sleep as he got ready to leave. He didn't want Dale feeling increasing melancholy as he prepared for the journey only to have it reach a peak as he walked out the door. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving Dale in that state.

Before driving away to pick up his dad, he'd picked a bouquet of flowers from those that grew around the house. He put them in a vase and left them on the bedside table with a note. A simple ‘I Love You.’ Those three words expressed his feelings with more authority than a thousands other could have. He'd resisted the urge to caress that beloved face once more and left quickly, feeling a wrench at the parting.

He'd gone to his parents house to say good-bye to his mom. She was all smiles and excited for him. She bade the two of them a good time and to enjoy the trip. Rick drove. The trip had taken about an hour. They chatted or rode in comfortable silence as the flat farmland vistas had rolled by out their windows. He and his dad had made it to the airport in good time and were now in the air, the trip more than half done. Rick couldn't keep his agitation at bay any longer.

"Yes, Son." Gerald answered.

"Do you feel guilty, not telling mom about Steven?"

Gerald chuckled. "I wondered what was bothering you. I thought maybe you were just missing Dale." Gerald sobered. "I would have felt guilty, if I hadn't told her."

Rick's eyes widened, "You told her and she let you go?"

Gerald smiled indulgently. "Your mother trusts me, Rick. You'll find that if you always act honorably and keep your word, people learn they can trust you, especially those closest to you. That's one of the rewards of being an honest man. Have you ever felt you couldn't believe anything I’ve said or done?"

Rick automatically shook his head. He didn't even need to think the question over. "Never."

Gerald's smile brightened. "I always wanted you kids to know I was there for you. That you could always trust and depend on me. Your mom feels the same way."

"We know, Dad," Rick told him. "Each one of us knows how lucky we are to have you and Mom."

"That's good to know, Rick. So, you say Steve knows I'm coming?"

"Yes, sir. Dale and I thought it would be a good idea to let him know in advance. If for no other reason than to make sure he was there when we arrive. I didn't want you to come all this way and then not see him," Rick explained.

Gerald nodded. "Good. It will be good to see him. I'm anxious to meet his partner too."

"You'll like James. He's a nice guy."

"Knowing Steve, I would expect nothing less," Gerald answered.

At that moment the, "Fasten Seatbelt", sign came on and the flight attendant announced their arrival. Rick and Gerald both took a deep breath, each preparing to face new and potentially troubling experiences.

* * *

Not long after the flight landed, they were checked into their hotel and on their way to Eddington's Publishing. Gerald and Rick marveled at the sights the city afforded. Though he'd been here before, one trip had hardly been enough for Rick to become jaded at the sights provided.

When they arrived at the building that housed the publishing company, they entered the lobby and Rick guided his dad to the waiting bank of elevators. He selected the button for the reception area and they took the ride. Both silent, each was immersed in his own thoughts and fears while the music from the recessed speaker system flowed over them.

At the publishing houses reception area, Rick was cordially greeted and they were shown straight to Steven's office where Steven and James were waiting for them.

Gerald felt his insides churn in a way he'd not felt in ages. He was nervous and yet anxious to see his old lover. When they entered the office he felt tears prick at his eyes. Steven had aged, just as he had, but he could still see the young man he'd fallen in love with all those years ago. As though the years had fallen away, they strode to each other and hugged their arms tight around each other. There was silence as the two of them silently communed, their affection for each other flooding back. Finally they broke their embrace and stood face to face, teary eyed, until smiles turned to laughter.

"My God, it's so good to see you," Steven told him. "I couldn't believe it when Rick showed up here with Dale. It was like seeing a picture from the past."

"I've always told him how lucky he was to take after his handsome old man." Gerald laughed.

"Hmmm... I see you still have the old conceit." Steven teased before turning to Rick. "Your dad always did think he was the cock of walk."

Rick and James laughed appreciatively.

"Gerald, I'd like you to meet my partner, James Duncan. James. My old friend, Gerald Hunter."

Gerald walked to James and took the hand he held out, shaking it firmly. "I can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you. When the boys told me they'd met Steven and that he was well and happily settled, I... well, it's what I'd always hoped." Gerald could see the flair of pleasure and relief that lit James’ eyes.

"Thank you. It’s very nice of you to say so. I'm truly pleased to meet you, Gerald. I'm delighted that you and Steven have this chance to renew your friendship and connect again. I know how much it means to you, to both of you." He and Steven shared a fond look. "In fact, Rick, if you'll come with me, I'll take you down to get those contracts signed and we'll give your dad and Steven a little time to catch up in private."

"That's fine with me." Rick turned to his dad and teased. "No hanky panky now."

"Get along with you, youngster, before I put you over my knee." Gerald gave Rick a mock frown.

Steven and James laughed. Steven gave James a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, love."

"My pleasure, and you owe me one." James teased.

"Then it'll be my pleasure to give you one," Steven returned archly.

James actually blushed. "Damn, I left myself open for that one didn't I? And no, don't say another word." James was apparently well versed in Steven’s ability deliver a quip.

Everyone chuckled. Rick and James made their exit, leaving Gerald and Steven to reminisce. Steven ushered Gerald across the lushly carpeted floor, to the section of his office that had been decorated and furnished with relaxation in mind. There were comfortably padded chairs with convenient tables for holding drinks or snacks and a sofa that was large enough for a man wanting a nap to stretch out on with ease. A well stocked bar held the makings for any kind of
drink wanted. Behind the bar was a sink and a fully stocked refrigerator.

"You still have that razor sharp wit, I see," Gerald remarked as they settled on the tapestry fabric of the sofa.

Steven grinned, "One has to stay sharp in this business." His grin faded and he faced Gerald, a soft smile on his face. "Now tell me, how have you been? Is everything all right with you?"

Gerald returned Steven's smile. "I've been well. It wasn't easy at first, I love Irene, but I missed you so much."

Tears filled both men's eyes as they recalled what might have been had fate not stepped in and changed the course of their lives.

Steven raised his hand and lightly caressed Gerald's cheek. "I missed you too."

Tears spilled down both their cheeks and they embraced, offering each other comfort, mourning their lost love and, though it was now different, muted, they celebrated the renewal of the love that lingered between them. Holding each other, feeling the warmth that settled between them even after so many years, felt completely natural. It was like coming home. Finally they parted and drying their eyes, began sharing with each other the lives that had taken such divergent paths.

When Rick and James returned, Gerald and Steven were laughing at a tale Gerald was relating about how his children played baseball in the fields and how a very young Rick was tricked into believing that a seemingly solid cow patty was home base. Rick discovered just how not solid it was when, encouraged by his elder siblings, he slid into home.

Rick frowned at his dad. "Did you have bring that up?"

Gerald chuckled. "It's a classic Hunter tale, son."

"Great," Rick intoned sarcastically, much to the delight of the others.

The four of them sat chatting for awhile until interrupted by Steven's assistant. "Excuse me, sir, but there's a phone call for Mr. Rick Hunter. It's Mr. Vaden, on line two.

Rick frowned. A chill of apprehension swept him as he walked to the phone. He picked it up and punched the button for line two. "Dale? Are you all right?"

When Dale's voice came over the line, Rick could hear the tension and barely restrained tears in his voice. "Rick, you and Gerald have to come home. Now. It's Irene. There's been an accident, Rick. She's in the hospital."

Rick had been gazing at the three men seated across the room. At those words, his vision blurred. "Is she all right? How bad is it?" Rick questioned. He felt himself sway and quickly sat down in Steven's chair.

"It's bad, Rick, very bad. Hurry, you have to hurry." Dale's voice caught on a sob.

"All right, Dale. We're leaving now. Hang on, baby. We're coming. I love you." Rick strove to keep his voice even.

"I love you too."

Rick looked up to see his dad hovering over him. "What is it? What's happened?"

"It's Mom. Dale says there's been an accident. She's in the hospital. We have to get home, Dad. Now, without delay." Rick could hear the break in his voice even as fear made the blood seem to slow in his veins. He felt as though the air had suddenly become thick and hard to breathe.

Gerald's face went sheet white. "Dear God," he whispered, "Rene."

Rick immediately rose and took his dad's arm. He'd never seen such an expression on his father's face. He took a deep breath and knew he had to stay strong. His dad needed him.

Steven and James, who had been listening from across the room went into action. James was on the phone calling the airport. His firm kept a small private jet and he ordered it made ready. He arranged for Steven's assistant to go to Rick and Gerald's hotel to retrieve their luggage and check them out. The car would pick them up and deliver them to the airport. They could be on their way within the hour.

Steven steered Gerald and Rick back to the sofa and gave them each a brandy, seeing to it that they sipped it slowly. He could see the color returning to Gerald's face. Rick roused from his daze and took his dad's hand.

"She'll be all right." Even as he said the words he silently prayed that it would be so.

Gerald nodded. "I know, I just need to be with her, Son."

The phone rang. "The car's here," James announced.

They all went to the elevator and rode down to the lobby. Steven and James accompanied them out to the car.

"Let us know if there's anything else we can do," Steven told them as he hugged first Rick then Gerald.

"I can't thank you enough as it is," Gerald told him, returning the hug. He turned and shook James' hand.

"Our prayers are with you and your wife," James told him.

"Thank you." With a final look at them both, Gerald entered the car.

"Rick, keep us informed, will you?" Steven asked. He laid a comforting hand on Rick's shoulder.

"I will," Rick promised. "Thank you for everything."

He quickly followed his dad into the car. Steven and James watched them pull away to be swallowed by the busy afternoon traffic.

* * *


Hours later, the Hunter family and Dale were gathered at the hospital. Each of the children had been allowed to see their mother. Dale had accompanied Rick. Rick held it together until leaving her room when he broke down. Dale held him, rocking him like the lost child he was, knowing that his mother would not be returning home.

In the waiting room, Paul, Sharon, Karen, Rick and their spouses were huddled together talking quietly. The atmosphere was stunned disbelief. This was an event none of them had thought to face for many years yet and certainly not with this wrenching finality. It was a shocking reminder of how fragile the human existence is and how the simplest of actions can have the most devastating results.

Irene had made a late afternoon run to the grocery store. On her return the sun had been setting. Just as she turned on her headlights, a deer had appeared from out of a corn field and run in front of her car. She'd jerked the wheel sharply to avoid hitting it and the car flipped, landing in the ditch by the side of the road. Another car had come along soon after and alerted the paramedics and sheriff, who rushed to the scene. Irene had been quickly taken to the hospital but her injuries, including internal damage to several major organs, were too extensive and too severe to be repaired. She was clinging to life. Just as her husband was clinging desperately to her hand.

She'd been unconscious when they arrived. As Gerald gazed at her beloved face, her lids fluttered and opened. A small smile played at her lips as she beheld the man she loved.

"Hi," she murmured huskily.

"Hi, baby," Gerald returned. He bent and kissed her gently. He laid his cheek against hers, breathing in her scent and warmth, feeling the familiar satin softness of her skin. He could not accept that these would be their last moments together.

"Are the kids all right?" she asked.

"They're fine, honey. They're out in the waiting room, just waiting for you to wake up."

"I'm so sleepy. Did I hit the deer?"

Gerald held back his tears. It was just like Irene to worry about an innocent animal. Despite her effort not to hit it, the car had clipped the deer. The sheriff had had to shoot it. He wasn't about to tell her the truth.

"No, baby, you didn't hit it," he managed. He kept a firm hold on one of her hands, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles, soothing, comforting.

"Good. I love you, Gerald." She frowned slightly. "Everything's all right, isn't it?" Drugged, she felt no pain, but something in Gerald's expression must have set off an inner alarm.

Gerald lightly smoothed the hair back from her face. "Everything's fine, sweetheart. Rest. I love you, Rene." He kissed her again.

Comforted and reassured, always trusting her husband's word, Irene smiled, her eyes closed softly as she slid gently away.

"Oh God, Rene," Gerald choked out. "I lied baby, I lied. Nothing will ever be right again."

He lay his head on his wife's shoulder and sobbed out his pain and grief as her doctor and several nurses came in and as unobtrusively as possible, disconnected the wailing machines that announced her passing.

* * *

Three months later, Rick was on the phone talking to Steven. He sat cross-legged on the floor in the living room. Dale sat on the sofa behind him. Rick rested back against Dale's legs as Dale slowly and firmly massaged the tension from his shoulders. Rick studied the pattern in the carpet, the tone of his voice clearly showing his concern for his dad.

"No, he's not improving. Paul, the girls, and I make sure he eats at least one good meal a day, but he's losing weight. He tries to make us think he's okay but he's not. Dale and I have tried to persuade him to move in with us but he won't consider it. After that first week, he was bound and determined to go home." Rick hated to confess it, but he knew Steven needed to know. "He gets angry if we fuss over him too much." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "He never used to get angry so easily. He's not himself, Steven."

"James and I have been discussing it, Rick. We think it would do Gerald good to get away for awhile. With that in mind, we've come up with a plan." Steven had been calling regularly for updates on Gerald's condition. He too was very concerned at his slow decline.

"I'm all for anything that will help," Rick said. "Dad's hurting, Steven. Hell, we all are, but it's worse for him. Even though he has us, he's still essentially alone. However much we want to, we can't fill that empty place in Dad's heart.

Steven sympathized. "I know Rick, it's a desperately hard thing to face, losing a loved one. I've lost both my parents, I know how you feel. I can only begin to imagine Gerald's pain at losing Irene.”

"So what's your plan?" Rick asked. Dale had leaned forward to rest his chin on Rick's shoulder. He reached back to lightly touch Dale's cheek.

"I have a nice place in Florida, near Ft. Lauderdale," Steven explained. "James and I thought we'd take your father there. He could swim, get some sun. There are nice places to eat and shop. We could take in movies and possibly a play or musical programs of some kind. There are a multitude of things to keep him busy. It's very different from Illinois. The change in scenery is bound to do him good."

"It sounds great," Rick enthused. "Are you sure you want to do this? What about your other responsibilities?"

"Things run like clockwork around here. James and I can easily take a few weeks off. If we're needed, well, we're just a phone call away. Please say you'll help us do this, Rick. Gerald means so much to me. We truly reconnected that day the two of you came to see us. I want to help him if I can."

"What about James?" Rick inquired softly. Rick was concerned that Steven and James' relationship might be affected by Steven's insistent need to help his former lover.

"James is every bit as enthusiastic as I am, Rick. He saw Gerald for the good man he is. He knows our own relationship is solid. He's right here with me now shaking his head in agreement."

Rick could hear the sincerity in Steven's voice. "All right. But the next thing is to persuade Dad. I don't know how easy that's going to be."

"Leave that to us. James and I will be there tomorrow afternoon. We'll see you soon."

"All right, Steven. Have a safe trip." Rick disconnected the call and turned to Dale. "Did you get the gist of that?"

Dale shook his head. "Not all of it. Tell me."

Rick recounted the conversation and Dale agreed it was a good idea. They just hoped that Steven and James could persuade Gerald. They both knew, without having to say it aloud, that Gerald needed help and soon.

To be continued....