"Ohmigod...ohmigod...""Ezra, don't...don't...wait-"
"Ohmigod, Buck...I'm going...I'm-"
"Oh yeah...God, yeah...I'm-"
"COMING," two voices rang out in unison as both men climaxed simultaneously, warm seed spillling onto bedclothes and bodies. As one, they collapsed in a sweaty heap, limbs entwined and hearts pounding as they lay side-by-side on rumpled sheets, listening to one another's ragged panting.
"My God, you're hot," Ezra whispered.
"Why, thank you. You ain't so bad yerself, Slick," Buck grinned, tightening the arm he'd draped over the slighter man's side.
"No, Buck, I mean...yes, truly that was incredible, but now...well, suffice to say the copious amount of heat you exude is such that I am fearful shall I not attempt an immediate removal of my person, we may be adhered indefinetly. You are your own living furnace, Buck."
"So, what are you sayin'?"
Ezra pulled himself upright and looked down at his lover. He leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against those grinning at him and smiled, "I am saying, I am hot and sticky. And now, I am off to retrieve towels and liquid refreshments, por deux."
Buck watched as the lean man slid gracefully from the bed, padding smoothly into the bathroom then out the door.
"You got a nice ass, y'now that Ez? You may like t' hide it under them fancy suits o' yours, but I say ain't nothin' finer than watchin' it in the raw. I'd do it like an oyster. Shuck it, suck it and eat it raw."
"I beg your pardon?" Ezra asked, returning to his bedroom.
"Huh? Oh, just somethin' I saw on a t-shirt once upon a time. Thought it was funny. Made me think o' you."
"Really, how...flattering. Disregarding the very notion that a t-shirt might inspire you to think of me, how is it I stand to remind you of a bivalve mollusk?" Ezra said, climbing into the bed. He handed a beer to Buck, setting his own glass of wine onto the nightstand. "Here, that pseudo-import you drink. Swill."
Buck chuckled, "Bivalve mollusk? Bivalve...hmm, sounds kinky, somehow. I don't know Ez, I just thought raw, thought oysters, thought you. You know, all hard on the outside, hiding inside that fancy shell, tough to pry into...but when you finally do? Reward; soft, sweet and juicy. A real delicacy, like they say."
"They say."
"An' sometimes, who knows, ya may even find a pearl."
"Buck? Have you the slightest notion of what it is you're rambling about?"
"Nah, just runnin' off at the mouth, I guess-," Buck stopped as his words were interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Ezra reached across to grab the cordless but was stilled by a strong arm. He watched, somewhat horrified, as Buck happily answered the phone. His phone.
"Hello?" Buck grinned at Ezra, reaching over to pinch at a protruding nipple.
"Ah, no. This is Buck...Yes, that's right...yes, Buck Wilmington, I'm happy you remember me."
Ezra winced, batting away at Buck's hands. He again grabbed for the phone, only to have Buck pull back out of reach, wagging a finger at him.
"Who? Oh, yes, Ezra. Yep, he's here...somewhere...hold on, I'll call him...Ezra? Ezra? Nope, y'now, he must be in the bathroom. Now, why don't you an' I chat for a little bit 'til he gets here...hmm? Oh no, I don't mind a bit."
Buck grinned, watching Ezra squirming on the bed next to him. He feigned incomprehension when Ezra repeatedly mouthed 'who is it?'.
"What am I doing here at Ezra's at this hour? Hmm, what time is it, anyway?...oh, looky, you are so right, it is late...past midnight already. Well, you know Ezra, happy to lend a hand to a friend in need...What? That don't sound like Ezra to you? Well, now...Maude," Buck's grin split wide open at Ezra's reaction to hearing his mother's name. "Maude, as I was sayin', you know, when I told Ezra I needed a place for the night since I was havin' my place painted today for...Oh no, Maude, you didn't wake me up. We haven't gone to bed yet...yes, yes, I understand it's earlier where you are, but really, Ezra and I were just, y'now, foolin' around."
Ezre blanched, he could feel the color drain slowly from his face, and he wrapped his arms around his head, praying for the conversation to end, or at the very least, for Buck to suddenly develop an acute case of lockjaw. Buck, on the other hand, was completely enjoying his lover's anxiety and reached a hand over to pull and play with the man's now softened cock.
"Guest room? Yeah, I know Ezra don't have a guest room...Uh huh, yep, yep...he does still have that sleeper sofa...It is?...That right? Huh, that uncomfortable...You hurt your back last time you stayed here? From sleepin' on that sofabed? Oh, I'm so sorry...No, I don't think he's just being cheap, maybe he don't know it's that uncomfortable...No, really, I don't think he's a tightwad at all...Okay, well sometimes, I admit, I have felt him to be a little tight, but it's never been much of a problem...Okay, not the sofabed...Sure...sure, I'll tell him. No, I don't think Ezra'll mind me sleepin' in his bed at all...yes, I'll be sure to tell him it was your idea. Absolutely," Buck was truly enjoying this conversation and he gleefully watched as Ezra continued to squirm, a reaction caused by the conversation as well as the firm grasp he had around the man's organ.
"When? Okay, I'll tell him...or, if you can hold on a minute, I'm sure he'll be coming shortly...I don't know, exactly, maybe there's a problem...coulda been somethin' he ate, I guess, he was complaining earlier about bein' too hot...yeah, I know, he has been in there a long time...Sure, I'll check on him...What? Oh, Maude, I'd sure like that, yes indeedy..."
Ezra quickly glanced up at Buck, not at all caring for the evil grin that was plastered all over Buck's face; the man was enjoying this all way too much.
"Right, I got it...No, I won't forget, believe me, I've got a firm grasp of the situation...I wouldn't miss it...Oh yeah, Ezra and I'll have a ball while I'm here, you can count on that...What's that?...Okay, if you say so...sure I'd be happy to blow one to Ezra for you...Yep, you too...uh-huh...okay, ciao right on back atcha, Maude," Buck chuckled as he hung up the phone.
Ezra sat, unmoving as he stared at the perfectly pleased expression on his fairly new lover's face. His head was spinning and he shuddered involuntarily, he glanced down at the developing erection between his legs and shivered again.
"What's the matter, Ezra, you cold?" Buck could not stop grinning.
"Yes, actually, I somehow feel my blood has now turned to ice as it runs coursing through my veins. What in heaven's name are you trying to do to me?"
"Uh, I kinda thought that was pretty obvious," Buck laughed and leaned down, grabbing the smaller man and rolled him quickly onto his back. Covering the slighter form, he peered deeply into the crystalline green eyes and plunged his tongue into the slightly opened mouth, relishing the sweet taste of the moist cavern. With a final swirl over pearly teeth, he pulled back, grinning again at the somewhat unfocused expression.
"Buck, you're driving me to distraction-"
"That's the name of the game, Slick. Oh, and hey, that kiss was from your mother, said for me t' blow ya one from her, a kiss that is, but hell, I'll blow anything ya want at this point."
"Have you become completely deranged? I don't believe you realize just how dangerous that conversation was in which you just participated, but my mother can sniff out an unconventional situation faster than hounds on a fox. Believe me, her curiosity's become aroused."
"Well, she ain't the only one aroused...Oh hush, Ezra. She don't have a clue you an' I are seein' one 'nother, I told her my place was bein' painted, that's what all I was doin' here in the first place. Oh, by the way, she said t'tell you I'm supposed t' be sleepin' in your bed, what with that...now how'd she put it? Oh yeah, what with that perfectly horrid torture rack you call a guest bed. I think she means that sofabed ya got. Anyway, I got her blessin' t' sleep here in your bed, whaddaya say t' that?"
Ezra stared horrified into Buck's smiling face, realization dawning of just how many double entendres Buck managed to infuse into the seemingly innocent conversation he'd just completed with Maude. His eyes widened as his mind conjured up the image of his mother in full force.
"Ohmigod Buck, she knows. She must, she's the queen of nuance, she's sure to pounce on every sexual innuendo you slipped into that conversation, regardless of how subtle you imagined yourself. God what the hell's wrong with you?...Oh Lord, you have no idea the depths of her wicked mind...I mean, the hell and drama she's displayed when I've introduced her to the few women I've escorted will pale in comparison to the impending scene to unveil when she discovers I'm in a relationship with a...a member of the same gender. Let me assure you will be of Oscar caliber, I shudder at the very idea. Well, the one saving grace is she's in Hawaii and not here, perhaps she'll become distracted enough to forget-"
"Uh, Ez?" Buck said softly, suddenly feeling somewhat responsible for his partner's agitated state. "I hate t' tell ya this, but she ain't stayin' in Hawaii. Fact is, she's comin', uh...here."
Ezra glared into the blue eyes, "Do not attempt to jest with me, Mr. Wilmington, for currently, I find you less than amusing. In fact, I fail to find even one iota of that statement humorous."
"Heh heh yeah, well I ain't tryin' t' be funny, here, Ezra," Buck whispered as contritely as possible.
Ezra's glare harndened, "You tell me you are joking, Buck. Tell me right now this is all nothing more than a frightfully insensitive play at my expense."
"Uhhh...well, I can't, not exactly. But, hey, I can tell you ya got that glarin' thing down real good."
Ezra dropped his head into his hands with a despondent groan. Raking fingers through his hair, he looked up, peering out from behind them. "Okay, okay. Perhaps, this is inconsequential; her arrival. I'm an adult, I can handle this. Let's see, I'll just have to structure some plan of defense. She never enjoys too long a stay, thank heavens we drive one another mad. I'll...I'll just avoid her, maintain that my schedule is far too harried for any deviations...yes, bury myself under...that's the plan. Doable. Okay, I can relax, I'm relaxed. See? I'm relaxed. So, when is the woman arriving?"
Buck was staring at the other man, "Two days and for Christ's sake, Ezra, this is only your mother. Do you really think you need to avoid her, I mean, she is flying into Denver to see you...it's only for one dinner. Besides, I've already accepted, for the both of us."
Ezra shook his head, then lay his hand on Buck's arm as he spoke slowly, as if to a child. "My dear Mr. Wilmington, you-"
"You know, Ez, we are sitting here, together...naked...I think maybe we've reached the point that it 'd be okay t' drop the formalities, don't you?"
"Buck, you just have no idea, no earthly concept as to the extent of my mother's talents for emotional scenes. I have seen strong men, pillars of society, leaders of men be cut to the quick, reduced to nothing more than shells of their former selves when my mother is involved. And let me tell you, make no mistake, when the smoke clears and the ashes fall, she is always the one left standing center ring, claiming her right to victory. There's no foretelling how disasterous this seemingly innocent evening will become if she's detected even a slight hint of our...our relationship. Good Lord, I suddenly feel the advancment of impending doom."
"But Ezra, she's your ma, she ain't gonna hurt you," Buck smiled, pulling the slighter man down to embrace him with both arms. "Don't worry, we're just having dinner, all three of us. I won't let the big, bad she-wolf hurt ya, I'll protect you. It's just a meal, how awful can it get?" Ezra laughed softly as he shifted lower into the warms arms wrapping his body. Maybe Buck was right, maybe Maude hadn't a clue and the dinner in two nights would be nothing more than that; an enjoyable evening. Just a lovely dinner with his mother.
And his male lover.
He groaned.
Continued in: The Appetizer
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