Darn him! I am not some invalid incapable of knowing my own body. The doctor had cleared him for god’s sake. This, this was torture. Kaine suddenly had a thought. Knowing they still had a patio full of guests almost stopped the idea forming completely. Forget it. Everyone here tonight was family, as far as Kaine was concerned. They’d better get used to seeing the sort of thing Kaine was planning. Grinning, Kaine turned and ran up the stairs to change. If Graeson couldn’t be swayed after this… then the man was just dead below the waist.
Graeson burst through the French doors into the kitchen and shouted for Kaine. As he turned toward the long hallway that led to the front of the house, he was brought up short.
Graeson stared, trying to get his brain to engage so that he could close his mouth before the drooling began.
“Hey, babe.” Kaine walked slowly down the back stairs from their bedroom and stood leaning in the doorway to the kitchen with his arms crossed. Kaine had changed from his baggy khaki shorts and black t-shirt into the tight jeans Graeson had only seen once before and a sheer, white silk t-shirt that clung to his slim, well-defined torso and made Grae want to fall to his knees and rip it off with his teeth. Graeson was speechless as Kaine shoved off the doorjamb and moved seductively towards Graeson.
“Babe? Did you need something?” Oh yes, I knew this would get him. Kaine looked innocently at him and drew close enough that Graeson could get a good look. And Graeson did. As Kaine walked barefoot towards Graeson, he noted the distinct outline of Graeson’s cock in his jeans. His lover was hard and speechless. Finally!
The anger and doubt of the past few weeks melted away. Of course, Graeson loved him; he loved him and only wanted to take care of him. If Kaine had to deal with his macho Texas swagger and his antiquated he-man attitude for the kind of love that shone in Grae’s eyes at this moment, it was worth the aggravation. Sighing in contentment, Kaine decided it was time to have a little fun.
“Uh, uh… yes. I… I needed, I wanted….” Grae was stuttering like a fool as Kaine walked his sexy ass towards the wall of cabinets and bent down. Fuck! Everyone needed to leave. Now! Grae’s eyes darkened to a stormy gray as he watched Kaine wipe down the counter, bending and stretching. What the fuck was he doing in that get up anyway? As Kaine walked closer to Grae, Grae could see the thin trail of fine, soft hair that led from Kaine’s navel to the barely hidden treasure below the dangerously low waistband of those sinful jeans.
“Yes? You wanted…?” Kaine cocked his head to the side innocently as Grae struggled to regain his voice. “Say, could you help me? Bruck is already wanting dessert. How about we take some of this out for everyone?” Kaine reached toward the upper cabinet, standing on tiptoe and stretching his torso, exposing the soft skin of his lower belly for Graeson’s benefit. Kaine had been bending and moving the entire time and now he saw a distinct wet spot at Grae’s groin. Knowing his lover was about to pounce, Kaine walked around the island, putting space between them. He was not quite ready to be caught.
Feet. It was Kaine’s bare feet that finally did Graeson in. Kaine’s feet were so fucking sexy and they were bare. Even fully clothed, Kaine’s bare feet made it seem as though the man was standing there ‘buck nekkid.’ Mentally shaking his head to clear the fog of lust that had gathered, Graeson’s brain finally engaged. He was done coddling the man. Kaine was about to get fucked through the floor! He would leave no doubt as to whether or not Grae thought Kaine was man enough for him. Graeson growled low in his throat as he reached to grab his man, but Kaine had retreated around the island, out of Grae’s reach.
“Need you,” Grae growled at Kaine as he placed an open palm on his groin, pushing his hard-on down.
“Babe, we have guests and it’s early yet.” Kaine gave a silent shout of joy. By the time he was finished with Grae, the man would think twice before denying them both the release they desperately needed.
“Besides, I thought you said I needed rest. So come on, everyone’s waiting.” Kaine tilted his head towards the doors to where their friends had settled down around the outdoor fireplace to watch the sunset.
“Fuck that. I need you now, come here.” Grae’s voice was low and dangerous. Kaine suddenly thought he might not be able to get past Grae to the doors. Mmm.
“Surely you can wait another couple of hours, Graeson.” Kaine finished loading the tray with the coffee cups and service as well as the coffee press. He carefully lifted the tray and headed towards the open doors.
“Darn it, forgot my flip-flops. Babe, would you mind? Run upstairs and grab them for me?” At Grae’s grunt, Kaine knew he had about two seconds to lose the tray or his precious new coffee press would be in pieces on the floor.
“Grae!” A most unmanly yelp escaped Kaine’s lips as he was grabbed from behind. Kaine stumbled to the island and set the tray down, groaning ecstatically as he was pinned to the countertop. He felt rough hands move over the silk of his shirt. He silently said a prayer that Grae wouldn’t rip this one to shreds, it was a gift from Honey, and Kaine really loved— “Ahhh!” Kaine gasped as he felt a hand crudely grasp his hardened cock. Grae grabbed a handful of Kaine’s hair, bringing his face around for a rough, wet kiss.
Fuck, the man was sexy when he was forceful. Graeson groaned loudly and licked his way around Kaine’s lips before shoving his tongue in. Grae ate greedily at Kaine’s mouth, nipping at his lips and not releasing his hold on the man’s soft hair. It was messy and hot and Grae couldn’t get enough. He knew he was being rough with Kaine, but it was his way of apologizing for the way he’d been behaving. The worst thing he could have done to Kaine was to make him feel like he wasn’t capable of handling things just as well as Grae was.
Grae continued his assault on his man’s mouth, trying to control himself and not ruin the fucking sexy shirt by shredding it. God, Kaine made him lose control! Grae tore himself away from Kaine’s lips, biting and sucking his way down to the sensitive spot between Kaine’s neck and shoulder. There Grae slowly licked his rough tongue in a circle as he reached around to mercilessly pinch and pull Kaine’s pebbled nipple. Kaine’s moans let Grae know his lover was enjoying his roughness, but Kaine’s ass pushing back against Grae’s cock told him Kaine wanted more.
Grae bit down and sucked roughly on the spot on Kaine’s neck that he’d been laving with his tongue, pinched Kaine’s nipple with one hand, and grabbed Kaine’s cock with the other. All the sensations at once had Kaine tensing in anticipation of release. Grae, sensing Kaine was near, yanked open Kaine’s jeans as he spun him around went down on his knees before Kaine.
“Oh fuck! Kaine! Fuck! Commando? You tryin’ to kill me, sweetie?” Kaine tried to smile through swollen lips, his cock slapping against his taut belly as it was unleashed by Grae’s greedy hands.
“Fuckin’ hell, so sexy, sweetie. My sweetie. Fuckin’ sexy.” Grae continued to moan, his Texas drawl deepening, as he grabbed Kaine’s ass and pushed his nose further into Kaine’s groin, inhaling deeply as his tongue swept quick licks of Kaine’s freshly washed balls. “Damn… I’ll fucking never forget your soap again, sweetie… oh fuck, you smell good!”
Kaine had missed the physical power in Grae’s touches. He was no longer the innocent that Grae had taken under his wing and nurtured and tenderly loved ten years ago. He was a man. His own man. And he liked it rough. Nothing turned him on more than Grae going all caveman on him, and if Grae couldn’t turn it off outside the bedroom – so be it. He could live with that.
Kaine was steadily dripping threads of precome as Grae continued sucking and licking his balls, ignoring his cock completely, and moving his finger up and down the crack of his ass. Kaine was going to come soon and he wanted Grae’s cock in his ass when he did. He knew one sure way to get him there fast.
Kaine began a steady stream of dirty talk just for Grae. He could feel the man tensing up as he groaned his pleasure. “Fucking suck it, Grae. Mmm hmm, yes! Suck my dick, baby. Suck… aaahhh.” Kaine suddenly felt his feet come off the floor and his bare ass hit the countertop as he was lifted and his jeans torn away and thrown across the kitchen. Kaine found himself on his back on the counter, his legs roughly spread apart.
“Don’t you fuckin’ move!” Grae’s eyes had turned almost black and he stepped back, breathing heavily. He roughly shoved his jeans and underwear to the floor, kicking them to the side. He stalked to the drawer where they kept the lube and slowly popped the cap and squeezed some into his palm, never taking his eyes from Kaine’s body.
Grae slowly lubed his cock as he stalked back to Kaine, his eyes pinning Kaine in place. Kaine’s breath caught as he prayed he’d be able to take what he’d been begging for the last few weeks. Kaine could see the depth of Grae’s desire and almost reached out to halt him.
Graeson stopped and slowly fingered the beautiful rosette that was calling to him. “I love you, Kaine. Forgive me, babe? Again?” Grae’s harsh whisper as he slowly pushed a thumb past the first ring of muscle broke something within Kaine.
“Oh god… Grae, now! I love you too, babe. Love you. Love me now.” Not caring about the stretching, craving the burn, Kaine screamed, pushing into the slow finger fuck. Kaine knew how much his dirty talk turned Grae on and he wanted the man to put all that pent up aggression into it. Not caring if their guests heard or not, Kaine yelled, “You want this ass, babe? Can’t wait to feel your big cock. Missed it so fucking much. Fuck me now, Grae”
Grae roared his lust into the quiet of the huge kitchen and yanked his fingers from Kaine’s slicked hole, and after a few pumps of his leaking cock, slammed inside Kaine, thrusting furiously into the love of his life. “Grae! Fuck me – fuck me. Please!” Kaine’s body tried to figure out if it was pain or pleasure he was feeling, settling on sweet, sweet pain. Kaine babbled as Grae grunted and piston fucked him.
“Yes, yes!” Kaine continued his obscenities, driving Grae mad with desire. “Gonna come babe… oh god… oh fuck… fuuck!” Kaine’s back arched as he his balls drew up tight, begging for release.
“Come for me, sweetie. Damn, you drive me crazy… fucking crazy.” Graeson pulled out of the tight sheath of his lover’s hole and shifted Kaine’s trembling legs to his shoulders to bring his cock close enough to latch on. Grae pulled Kaine’s cock into his mouth just as long, hot ropes erupted from Kaine.
“Yes, suck it down, my love… suck it.” Kaine panted as his cock was enveloped. Kaine grabbed handfuls of Grae’s hair as he held him in place while he pumped his hips as best he could and Grae sucked every drop Kaine had to offer before releasing his spent cock with a wet plop.
Graeson adjusted his legs and brought Kaine’s ass to the very edge of the counter, his mind blanking as Kaine’s naughty words continued to torture him. With a loud groan, Graeson slid back into the tight heat of the man beneath him. Pumping furiously as he was assaulted with scratches and slaps, Grae ground roughly one last time as his release shot out in powerful bursts. “Oh shit, sweetie… shit!” Graeson threw his hips into Kaine several more times. Unable to move, Grae tightened his hold on Kaine’s legs as the last of his seed was sucked in by Kaine’s ass.
“Oh fuck… that was… damn, babe.” Grae was breathless. “Fuck, Kaine. Missed this. So much. Never again.” Graeson slowly released Kaine’s legs and pulled his lover into his arms, peppering his face with kisses.
“Don’t ever stop touching me again, babe. I cannot go even one day without it. Promise me,” Kaine whispered into Grae’s ear as the man continued kissing every inch of his face.
“I won’t. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to take care of you. You scared me so much lying there bleeding. I just couldn’t get that picture out of my head. Forgive me?” Grae shut his eyes tightly at the stinging that signaled tears he refused to shed.
“Forgiven. Love you. Always forgiven.”
“I heard his wife moved to the east coast. God, I almost feel sorry for her.” Justin spoke to the lively group of friends gathered around the large fireplace. He was seated next to his old friend from college, Greer. The patio exploded in a cacophony of voices, everyone trying to be heard over the music and voices commenting on the Chaneys.
“How the hell can you feel sorry for someone who lives so far up their own ass they can’t see what’s going on around them?” Bruck sat on a pillow next to the fireplace with his legs tucked under him. He leaned forward and cocked his head at the uptight guy sitting practically on top of the smaller guy next to him.
Bruck continued shaking his head in disbelief at how naïve Justin was as his voice rose. “They fucking deserved each other. Hell, she had to know how sick that bastard was.” Bruck simply could not believe anyone would waste time or emotion on that sick fuck or his weird wife who was footing the bill for his legal fees and the fancy mental hospital where Trent currently resided. “Geez, dude! You cannot be serious!”
“Maybe he can be helped,” the date spoke softly.
“No way, he should be in jail for attempted murder. He tried to kill my brother for fuck’s sake – there should be no second chances,” Tyler said heatedly, Olivia and her husband loudly agreed.
“He should be put under the jail.” Olivia shivered as she thought of all the late nights she’d worked alone with Trent.
Honey’s clear voice sliced through the growing rumble from the small group. “Do we really give a shit? They’re out of our lives, the people we love are safe, and they don’t deserve another thought. I simply don’t want to give that piece of shit another moment of my life.” He moved towards the outdoor fridge, suddenly wanting an ice cold Dos XX. “Anyone want another beer, more wine?”
Everyone except Bruck nodded for refills. “Come on, help me out, love.” Honey thought Bruck needed a break from the glowering looks he was exchanging with Justin. They were so gonna hook up one day. Honey smiled as Bruck huffed and stood to follow him.
As the two men made their way back with the drinks, they heard quiet giggles and saw guilty faces.
“What?” Bruck asked as he stiffly held up the bottle of red wine to refill Justin and his date’s glasses.
Honey was about to ask the same when he heard a high-pitched scream followed by, “Yes, harder! I said, fucking harder!”
“Oh, my!” Honey raised an eyebrow and looked toward his blushing lover.
“Damn! Big bro sounds like he’s got his hands full.” Tyler guffawed as his sister frowned at him.
“Ty – you should go tell them we can hear down here, he’ll be embarrassed, they both will.” Her tone was serious. She sat in her husband’s lap, his lips pressed tightly together and his face turned away from his wife, trying hard to hold in his own laughter. He turned toward Tyler, giving a surreptitious wink to his brother-in-law.
“Yeah, Ty – go tell your brother we can hear him down here.” In an attempt to contain his amusement, Olivia’s husband sipped his beer but snorted it through his nose as he and the rest of the patio erupted into gales of laughter.
“Guys. Don’t embarrass them when they come back.” Justin tried to keep a straight face, choking back his own laughter as Bruck mimicked the sounds they were hearing, adding body movements of his own.
“You look fine, Grae. Come on, we haven’t been gone that long. I’m sure no one missed us.”
Remembering Justin’s comments from earlier, Graeson’s face grew impossibly hot. He was suddenly struck shy wondering if their guests had been treated to an unexpected after dinner show.
“You think anyone knows what we were doing?” Graeson asked, uncharacteristically nervous. While he wasn’t worried about his friends’ reactions if they heard anything, he was concerned how his brother and sister would react to hearing their brother’s screams during gay sex. Accepting your sibling was gay was one thing, hearing it was an entirely different matter. Sweat broke out on his upper lip and he turned to go upstairs for a quick— Mmm… damn, he could still smell and taste Kaine.
“Wait! Where are you going? Help me carry this out!” Kaine’s lips parted and his breath caught. Graeson was looking at him from under hooded lids, causing his mouth to water.
“No! No more… at least, not right now.” A giggling Kaine reached out and pulled Grae down for a wet, open-mouth kiss full of promise. As Grae’s breathing became labored and Kaine began to slowly melt into him, Grae reluctantly pushed away.
“Let’s go or you won’t be able to sit down for a week. They have exactly two hours to finish up and get the hell off my property!”
Kaine’s eyes shone brightly as he watched Grae pick up the coffee tray and head out. He let his gaze rove over the massive, 6’4’ muscled frame of his partner before he lifted the box that held the chocolate trifle – Grae’s favorite. Yep, all mine. Kaine moved in front of Grae to open the door and followed him down to where their guests waited.
Kaine and Grae slowly made their way towards the patio. Smiling at one another at the sounds of happiness floating towards them from the patio.
“I’m so glad you came home, sweetie.”
“I’m glad to be home.” Kaine tiptoed up and gave Grae a light peck as they reached the raucous group.
“Hey guys – anyone up for dessert?” Kaine held up the trifle as Graeson blushed hotly and silence descended… right before all eight of their guests dissolved into raucous laughter.
“What?!” Kaine’s brows furrowed as he glanced questioningly at Grae, who couldn’t seem to meet his gaze and whose eyes remained suspiciously trained on the ground. River rocks could not be that darned interesting. “What? What did I say?”
Graeson bit down on his lower lip to curb a smile and set his tray down on the coffee table. Without making eye contact with Kaine, he turned and took the trifle out of his partner’s hands and set it down, desperately trying to hold back his own laughter, refusing to join the rest of the would-be comedians.
“Seriously, what’s up… does anyone want dessert?” Kaine looked around the group, now laughing even harder. Even Shaw, and Ty’s buddy, Noah, had tears in their eyes. What the hell?
Bruck was the only one able to catch his breath long enough to speak… doubled over from laughing so hard, he looked Kaine in the eye and moaned loudly – “Oh, oh yes, yes, Yesss.”
Kaine’s eyes grew wide; his face grew hot in embarrassment as it dawned on him. Kaine could only grin as he rolled his eyes and drifted into the warm, safe haven of Grae’s arms. Grae smiled down as his lover’s face transformed into the same lovely shade of red as the floor pillows Kaine had so lovingly chosen during one of the many, many shopping trips that Grae suffered through when decorating the house. So fuckin’ worth it.
Kaine was mortified. “Please tell me they did not hear us!” Kaine’s warm breath bled through the fabric of Graeson’s shirt as he turned and buried his face into Grae’s chest raising goosebumps and causing all blood flow to change direction towards a more pleasant destination. Grae tightened his embrace and kissed the top of Kaine’s still mussed hair, so thankful that this man decided to find his way home.
As he inhaled deeply, soaking in the mingled scents of their re-awakening arousal, Graeson spoke softly. “So what if they did… after all, this is our family and we’re at home…” Kaine hummed his agreement as Grae’s breath bathed his face before he took Kaine’s lips in slow, sure possession. “…our home.”
~THE END~