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Desire Ch. 01

By: SoullessCynner



Hi... This is my first story on here. I hope you like it. Please vote and post comments. I'd really like constructive critiques.

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"Daddy's home. Daddy's home!"

Luke looked up from cleaning the spilled juice on the coffee table, his pale blue gaze riveted on the front door. Eoin was at the door, excitedly jumping up and down with all the energy of any three-year-old. Luke's lips crooked up into a small smile as he finished cleaning the juice. Jules sure was taking his sweet time getting inside. Maybe he should go see what was taking so long.

The front door opened just as he stood up, and Luke saw Jules, laden with plastic bags. "Hey, Eoin, I know you want to greet your daddy, but why don't you go get him a soda from the fridge?"

"But I wanna see Daddy!" Eoin's little face scrunched up in a scowl, no doubt trying to imitate his father.

"Come on, Bud, please? We can play outside tomorrow." Luke tacked on the incentive with a grin, knowing full well that the three-year-old would take the bait.

"Okay! Daddy, what kind you want? Mount Do or Coke?"

Jules threw a grateful smile to Luke, and then turned back to his son. "I'll take a Mountain Dew, please."

"Okay! Comin up!" Eoin shot out of the living room like a rocket, racing into the kitchen.

Luke quickly went to his best friend and grabbed a few bags. "I was wondering why you were so late," he said, grinning. "What'd you do, rob the whole store?"

Jules snorted and headed to his bedroom. Luke followed, dropping his bags on the bed next to the ones Jules had. "I had to finish my Christmas shopping for my son. It is the first week of December. Now I just have to get a few things for my mom, my brother, and of course, you."

"You don't need to get me anything, Jules. You know that."

"Right. I know Christmas is your favorite time of the year. I also remember the pain you could never quite hide when we were kids and your parents forgot about the holiday."

"But we're adults now. I'm too old for gifts."

Jules's lips quirked up in that crooked grin that made Luke's heart race. Damn, he was gorgeous. Jules was six feet four inches tall. He had real muscles, the kind you get from actually working, not a gym. He had naturally light golden skin, dark brown hair down to the backs of his knees and vibrant green eyes. Today he wore faded jeans with grease and oil stains that molded quite nicely to his ass, a black T-shirt tight enough to be a second skin, and tan, scuffed work boots he should have been thrown away last year. At least his shirt looked clean.

Jules grabbed the hem of his shirt and, in one fluid move that never failed to make Luke jealous, pulled it up over his head. The move stretched his six-pack, his biceps bulging just a little. Luke felt his gaze following just behind the shirt, pale blue gaze taking in every inch of bared skin. When he finally looked up, his eyes met Jules's vibrant green gaze. The air seemed to thin, making it hard to breathe. Jules opened his mouth to say something, but then Eoin appeared in the room with the can of Mountain Dew, dispelling the electric atmosphere.

"Here, Daddy! I reached it all by myself on the shelf! Can we go to the pawk now? Can I see what's in the bag?" Eoin launched himself up onto the bed and started to reach inside one of the bags.

"No!" Luke and Jules said simultaneously. Luke swooped the little boy up into his arms, making him giggle. "No, you may not see the contents of the bags. They are not for little eyes."

"But I wanna see." Eoin gave Luke big green eyes and a sad face. He had to hand it to the kid: he really knew how to get Luke and his daddy to relent. However...

"No, son, you may not see. They are your Christmas presents, and if you see them now, I'll have to take them all right back to the store before they close." At Eoin's horrified expression, Jules chuckled. He came close and ruffled his son's hair. "I bet if you ask real nice, Luke will stay over longer. Maybe even for dinner."

Eoin turned to look back at Luke, who still held the little boy, and, in a very sugar-coated voice asked, "Will you, Luke? I want you to stay for dinneh. Pleeeeaase?"

Luke gave Eoin a very serious expression, as if he were thinking about it. "Hmm, I don't know... I should go home and feed my cats... Maybe some other time?"

Giggling, Eoin said, "But Luke, you don' have cats."

Feigning shock, he said, "I don't?"

"Nope. No cats."

"Well, then I must except your very generous offer to stay for dinner. After all, who wants to go home to a cold and lonely apartment?"

"Yay! Daddy, he said he'll stay!"

Smiling, Jules said, "So I heard. Why don't you go occupy Luke for a few minutes while I take a shower?"

"'Kay!"

"Piggy back ride?" Luke suggested.

"Yeah!"

"Alright. Let's see if we can talk your daddy into putting you on my back." Jules grabbed Eoin and, once Luke turned around, placed him on his back. "Thanks, Dad."

"Thanks, Dad!"

Luke galloped out into the short hall, into the living room, through the kitchen, and through the dining room, ending up back in the hall, Eoin squealing and giggling behind him. After making the circle a second time, Luke calmly walked into the living room and let Eoin drop onto the couch.

"Again, again!"

"No, not again. You'll break my poor back if we do it again."

"Can I go play then?"

"Sure. Go ahead to your room and play."

"'Kay!"

Luke shook his head, smiling. Kids hogged all the energy. When he was sure Eoin was in his room playing, he went back to Jules's room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He went to the bed, gathered up all the bags, and went to the closet. Standing up on his toes, Luke was able to place all the bags onto the top shelf in the closet. Next, he bent down to collect all the dirty clothes, depositing them into the hamper. Honestly, was it really so hard for Jules to keep his room devoid of dirty clothes? Oh, well. He was done in here, so he could leave.

His eyes swept the room one last time for any clothes he might have missed. Nothing. He was turning around to leave when Jules strode through the door to the in-suite bathroom, completely naked except for the long hair. His eyes immediately followed Jules's 'happy trail' to the piece of meat between his legs. He tried looking away, but couldn't. It was a good thing Jules wasn't paying attention to where Luke's eyes were.

"Where's Eoin?"

"Hmmm?" Luke jerked his gaze up to meet Jules's. 

"Oh, he's in his room playing."

"I see you cleaned up my dirty clothes. Again. And put away the gifts. Thank you."

"No problem. I'm just, uh.." His voice trailed off when Jules, still naked, bent over to reach inside a drawer, his ass in the air. Luke's hands itched like hell to grab his hips and yank him down onto his throbbing dick. He realized he had taken a step closer. Jules straightened, a pair of pajama bottoms in one hand, and turned around to face Luke.

"I'm going to check on Eoin." Luke turned and fled.

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Later that night, Luke was cleaning up after dinner while Jules gave Eoin a bath. Jules smiled as his son babbled on about his day, clearly happy about getting to spend time with Luke again. The kid seemed enamored by him. He could see why. Luke was the kindest, gentlest man he'd ever met. He was six feet tall with short black hair, a square chin, and a nose that was slightly too large. His mouth, almost always curved up in a smile, was just the right size for his face. And his eyes... Luke's eyes were the darkest shade of blue they could be without looking black. They were actually kind of mesmerizing if you stared into them...

"Daddy, that's big people shampoo," Eoin said, bringing Jules out of his reverie.

"Hm?" He looked down and saw that he was holding the Men's 3-in-1. "Sorry, kiddo. Daddy's mind was wandering. Lay down and get your hair wet."

Jules grinned when his son closed his eyes, took a big breath of air, held his nose, and lay down, letting the water rush over his face. He set down the adult shampoo and grabbed the Burt's Bees Baby Bee Tear Free Shampoo & Wash. He poured some into the palm of his hand just as Eoin emerged from the water. By now Eoin new the drill. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes and Jules lathered the shampoo into the boy's short dark brown hair.

"Daddy, can Luke stay the night with us? Please?" Chuckling softly, Jules said, "Don't you ever get tired of asking the same question night after night?"

A pause, then, "No. I want Luke to stay the night with us. Please, Daddy? Please?"

Sighing in defeat, Jules said, "If I say okay, you have to go to bed at your normal bedtime, in your own bed, without arguing. Got it?"

"Yeah! I pwomise!"

"Good, now close your eyes and mouth so I can rinse your hair."

Jules finished bathing his son, then wrapped him in a towel and rubbed him down. When he thought Eoin was dry enough, he sent him to his room to get his pajamas on. He let the water out of the tub, put the bath-time toys up, and hung the towel up to dry. After stalling as long as he could, he sighed and went to the kitchen. He really hoped Luke didn't have to be anywhere tomorrow. Though it was unlikely, it wasn't impossible.

Luke was standing at the double sink, his back to him, washing the last of the pans. The dishwasher was running, which meant it was full with the rest of the dishes. The man was damned proficient. Maybe he should hire Luke on as a maid? At the thought, an image of Luke in nothing but a maid's costume appeared in his mind. One of those short dresses that barely covers a woman's ass. Well, in this case, a man's ass. Wait. What the hell was he thinking!? I'm straight, damned it! Why the hell am I picturing my best friend in hardly nothing?

Jules must have made some kind of noise, because Luke turned around, his usual smile on his face. "Hey. Eoin's in bed already?"

"No. He should be getting dressed."

"Ah. Well then, make yourself useful and wash the table."

"Okay." Jules went to the sink, grabbed the washcloth and went to the table and started wiping it down. "Eoin asks me every night if you can stay over. I finally cracked and said yes. So... If you're not busy tomorrow..."

Grinning, Luke said, "Jules Callahan, are you trying to ask me to stay the night?"

Flushing, Jules said, "That's not-I mean-Damned it, Luke! Get your mind out of the gutter! I'm not a fag like you!"

Luke's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. Finally, he shut his mouth without saying anything and turned back to the sink. He quickly washed the last pan, rinsed it, and put it in the dish drain. Jules sighed, knowing he had gone too far. He knew he'd hurt his best friend. He'd seen the hurt in Luke's eyes.

"Look, Luke, I'm-"

"All dwessed, Daddy! Did you ask Luke yet?" Eoin asked as he flew into the kitchen. Jules saw Luke's shoulders rise and fall as he took a deep breath. Luke's arm went up, and Jules hoped like hell he wasn't wiping away tears. Then Luke turned and knelt down to Eoin's level, his ever-present smile in place.

"Your daddy said you want me to spend the night. I'll accept just this once, but I have somewhere to be real early in the morning, so I might not be here when you wake up, okay?"

"Aw, but I want-"

"We can't always get everything we want, Bud. If we did, then life wouldn't be fun anymore. If I stay the night tonight, will you promise to stop asking your dad every night?"

Eoin nodded. "I pwomise."

"Good. Now how about we roast some marshmallows until your bedtime?"

"Yeah!"

"I believe I saw some in the pantry, low enough for you to reach. Will you please go get them?"

"'Kay!" Eoin left the kitchen.

"Luke, I'm-"

"Stop, Jules," Luke said quietly. "I'll stay the night for Eoin, but come morning, I think it's best if we didn't see each other for a while. You should have your mom or your brother watch Eoin if you need to go somewhere."

"Luke? I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I was a jerk-"

"You're sorry? You were a jerk? How many times in the last ten years have you caught me crying because some 'jerk' -your word- called me names? How many times have you stood up for me when all the other kids picked on me, calling me things like 'fag' and 'homo'? And now you're one of them!"

Jules's heart lurched. He had to fix this. He knew a simple 'I'm sorry' wasn't going to cut it. Not this time. In a moment of scared insecurity, he really had become the bad guy, and there was no excuse for that.

Fifteen minutes later, Eoin sat in front of the fireplace, holding the fire poker, a marshmallow on the pointed tip. Eoin put the tip into the fire, watching it roast. Luke was right next to him, showing him how to do it and laughing at Eoin's innocent joy at the simple activity. When the first marshmallow was properly roasted, Eoin turned around to show Jules, his grin lighting up the room more than the fire. Jules had to admit that Luke was good with the kid. Gentle and patient. Eoin obviously adored the man.

And so do I...

The thought startled him. Did he? Did he adore Luke? Come to think of it, he probably did. He always asks Luke to babysit before his family. He never minds it when Luke cleans his room. Or the rest of his house. In fact, Luke was just like a wife, and a lot of the time, Jules treated him as such, without the physical part, obviously.

But why not the physical part, too?

Why indeed. Jules paused, mentally shook his head, and examined the last few thoughts. Why not the physical parts, too? Well, because he wasn't gay. Was he? He didn't think so. He didn't get hard thinking of other men. His heart never raced when Luke was around, and he never fantasized about Luke sexually.

"Daddy, aren't you going woast mawshmellows, too?" Eoin asked, breaking into Jules's musings.

"Yeah, I think I will."

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Desire Ch. 02



The day seemed to stretch on forever and all I could think about was Laura's message to me. By mid-afternoon, everyone had returned to the villa and once again, screams and shouts could be heard from the pool area. The heat was stifling and I reluctantly left my room to join the others. I wore a new black bikini that barely covered my voluptuous breasts but I was past caring what anyone thought.

The glare of the sun was dazzling as I emerged from the villa and at first I was temporarily blinded. Shielding my eyes, I could see my parents lying on loungers while Peter, Eve and Greg were messing around in the pool, the beautiful azure of the water an open invitation. I felt unbearably hot and dumping my sarong and flip flops onto a lounger, I sat on the edge of the pool and watched the three of them play-fighting, hating how sad I felt as I envied them their fun. Peter looked over as I sat there and smiled, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

"Come in!" he shouted and grinned. "It's fantastic!"

I couldn't help smiling and lowered myself gingerly into the water. It was cold but the contrast of my hot skin and the silky water was delicious. I looked down and noticed how hard my nipples were, how rounded my breasts looked under the thin fabric. I would have loved to have removed my top, but couldn't quite face the looks that I knew Greg and Peter would give me. 

Trying not to think about what had happened in the kitchen this morning, I glanced over at Greg but he was ignoring me and concentrating on Eve who lapped up the attention like a thirsty man in the dessert. She was wearing a skimpy bikini as well, but her figure was scrawny and her tan leathery under the unforgiving glare of the sun. I wondered whether my mother still hoped for an Autumn wedding...

"Penny for them?"

I looked at Peter who was watching me. "Sorry?"

"You looked deep in thought...everything OK?"

I nodded. "Yes. Just wondering what the plans for the rest of the day are."

"Your parents mentioned something about dinner in town tonight. Will you be coming as well?"

I shrugged. "I suppose so. Got nothing else better to do." I swam to the far end of the pool, enjoying the feeling of the cool water on my limbs. It could have been heaven, I thought, if things had been different. But I refused to give into despair. I would not give anyone the satisfaction of knowing just how sad and lonely I was now feeling. 

I stayed in the pool for another half hour and even chatted to Peter who seemed genuinely concerned about my mood. Greg and Eve retired to their sun-loungers and made a big show about rubbing suntan lotion into each other's bodies. I couldn't help watching as Eve massaged Greg's back while he lay on the lounger, his eyes resting on me for the first time that afternoon. His smooth tanned back glistened in the afternoon sun and I felt that familiar sharp twist of desire as I imagined him lying over me, his hard cock thrusting away deeply inside me...

He could have been mine this morning, I thought, but instead I pushed him away. And for what? I thought I was being faithful to my boyfriend but instead he was...

Tears rushed to my eyes and I turned away in case Greg saw how upset I was. I climbed out of the pool and dried myself, aware that he was still watching me despite the eager ministrations of Eve.

Dragging my sun bed over to the shade of a tree, I lay down and closed my eyes. Laura's text message had been devastating to say the least, her words cutting me like a knife. Jake hadn't wasted much time in finding someone new, she had written, and as I suspected it was the sweet and pretty Alicia who had snared him, almost before the plane had landed in Ibiza. Laura had caught them making love by the pool but had waited to tell me in case it was a drunken fumble that would never be repeated. Sadly, for me, they were now a well established pair and Laura had felt it was only right to give me the bad news.

My head felt like it was going to explode with thoughts of Jake and Alicia together. I knew I'd been attracted to Greg, but a word from Jake would have had me running to his side in Ibiza and now I realised that I would never know what it felt like to make love with him. Tears gathered again as I thought back to how happy we'd been in the weeks leading up to the holiday and how close we'd come to consummating our friendship.

But obviously Alicia had been more pliable than me. She certainly hadn't waited for the right moment and I imagined them screwing each other on one of the sun beds, her legs spread wide for him as he pumped away at her...

I glanced over at Greg, almost as if he could read my thoughts. Despite his charm, he came over as old-fashioned and I wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his love making. I'd already experienced his lips on my breasts and I had to admit, he was good. Passionate yet gentle. Thinking back to this morning I couldn't quell the flame of arousal that flared inside me. Could I get revenge on Jake with Greg?

*

As Peter had said, a meal had been arranged at a restaurant in the nearby town of Pollensa. I dressed carefully in a red short dress with a plunging neckline. The dress fitted my curves perfectly and had a pretty flared skirt. With my long dark hair up in an elegant chignon, I felt desirable and sexy. Nobody could have guessed that the pretty girl I gazed at in the mirror had been curled up in bed crying this afternoon.

Everyone was gathered in the large living room of the villa, savouring the last blasts of air-conditioned cool before venturing out into the heat of the evening. Greg was standing next to the fireplace, a glass of wine in one hand, chatting to my father. He looked gorgeous in an understated way, navy trousers and a lighter blue shirt bringing out the colour of his eyes. He looked me up and down as I entered the room and I felt that frisson of desire shoot through me once again.

Eve and my mother were also chatting while Peter stood alone looking out of the window at the view. His eyes lit up when I approached and he gestured towards an open bottle of wine. 

"Would you like one?" he asked, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. 

I nodded and stole a glance at Greg who was deep in conversation with my father before turning my attention back to Peter who looked like he had just won the lottery.

"You...er...look lovely," he stammered, taking a large gulp of his wine. "This restaurant we're going to - it's one of the best in the area."

"Great," I said, my glance falling on Greg once again. 

"Um...I can recommend the fish. It's their speciality..."

I smiled but my mind was full of how I could ensure that I was seated next to Greg. I knew that Eve would try and worm her way to his side, but for my plan to work, I had to be near him tonight. The worst case scenario would be if I ended up next to Peter...

"Shall we go?" my mother announced, glancing at her watch. "I booked the table for eight."

"Who's driving?" Greg asked, draining the last of his wine. "I've only had one glass, I don't mind."

"Well, I volunteered, but I can't take six," my father said. "If you take one other, Greg, we can manage."

I looked up in dismay as Eve sidled up to Greg, her face alight. "Can I ride with you?" she murmured suggestively and linked her arm through his. He dropped a kiss on her head and without even a glance in my direction escorted her out to the waiting cars. 

All the way to the restaurant I fumed as my mother clucked on about what a good match they were, how she must try and dig out her hat as there was bound to be a wedding and how cosy we all were in the car together. Peter kept trying to press his knee against mine and by the time we reached the town, I was almost falling out of the car door in an attempt to avoid him.

The restaurant looked beautiful in the evening light, the windows thrown open to catch the cooling night breezes and the sound of lively conversation coming from within. My worst fears were realised when my mother organised us all, causing a minor disturbance as she insisted we all sit where she wanted us to sit. Other diners looked up as we manoeuvred our way around the table until eventually, we were seated. 

To try and distract myself from Peter next to me, I picked up the menu and studied it, trying to ignore Greg and Eve who were feeding each other olives, her giggles reverberating around the restaurant. 

"The cod," murmured Peter in my ear. "It's very good." He smelled of alcohol and a faint tang of cigarettes which surprised me as I had never seen him smoke. I could see his hands trembling slightly as he perused the menu and a sudden image of him kissing me came, uninvited, into my mind. I shivered and my mother noticed.

"You can't be cold, Lorna, dear. Surely?"

"I'm fine," I muttered, pulling the strap of my dress higher onto my shoulder.

"It's no wonder, with that dress on!" My father guffawed loudly and Greg looked at me in amusement. Instead of feeling sexy and desirable I now felt stupid, like an over-dressed Christmas decoration, out of place in the elegant surroundings of the restaurant. Even Eve, I noticed, was surprisingly conservative tonight.

The night dragged on and despite the restaurant being famous for its fish, I could have been eating cardboard. Peter monopolised my attention for the whole evening and I felt like screaming with frustration and disappointment. Eventually though, the coffees arrived and I felt myself relax slightly, my mind imagining my cool bed and a night of blissful, dreamless sleep...

I slipped off to the lavatories and examined my face in the mirror. The sun had given my skin a slight glow and despite the traumas of the evening I looked better than I expected. I ran my fingers through my hair and smoothed out my dress before heading back into the restaurant.

However, at the table everyone had gone. I stood there stupidly wondering what on earth had happened when I saw a waiter approach.

"Your friend...he wait for you outside." He gestured towards the road and my heart sank. Surely I wouldn't be travelling back to the villa with Peter? Not on my own?

With a sinking feeling I made my way outside but instead of seeing Peter waiting by the car I saw Greg leaning against the bonnet of his Audi, a grin plastered on his face.

"What happened?" I asked looking around. "Where is everyone?"

"Eve," Greg stated. "She took a turn for the worse and your parents have taken her home. Peter went with them and I must say your mother wasn't very happy."

A sensation of pure pleasure shot through me as I gazed at him. No words were spoken but he opened the door of the car for me and as I settled into the deep leather seat, I had a feeling that tonight was going to work out after all.

"You in a rush to get back?" he asked as he fired the engine up. 

"No, definitely not," I replied. "I've done nothing but sleep today."

Greg laughed. "I noticed! Fancy a detour to see the views?"

I nodded happily and before long we had arrived at the port where Greg took a right onto the coast road. It was a beautiful night with a full heavy moon that hung over the bay like a diamond.

"It's beautiful," I breathed as I gazed out at the silvery sea, the mountains on the other side of the bay just visible by the light of the moon.

"May I say, you looked beautiful tonight as well," Greg said, glancing over at me. "Your father was out of order with his remark."

"I thought you agreed with him."

"No. I'm sorry you thought that."

Silence followed as Greg steered the car off the road beneath a small clump of trees. It was late now, past midnight and I watched as he came around and opened the car door for me.

"You're such a gentleman!" I laughed as he took my hand. "How come you're divorced?"

"Long story." He grimaced and I could have kicked myself, but within seconds he had recovered his composure. "I'll tell you some time if you're interested."

We stood together, leaning against the bonnet of the car and I felt suddenly calm and at peace. All the stress of the previous days melted away as we stood and gazed at the view. I wanted this moment to last forever.

"Look, this morning...it was a mistake and I'm sorry for taking advantage like that." He looked at me and brushed a stray hair out of my eyes.. "Your boyfriend must be pretty special."

"That's just it, he's not. He's a bastard."

Greg winced as I spoke and again I felt sorry for my outburst. "What happened?"

I briefly told him what had happened but, curiously, I didn't feel the sharp pang of hurt that had assailed me earlier in the day.

"How long were you with him?"

"About a month," I replied. "But I thought he was the one."

Greg laughed. "How old are you, Lorna?"

"Twenty," I replied defensively, "and I know what you're going to say. I can't possibly be in love at my age."

He turned to me then and took my face in his hands. "You're so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. You're just starting out and the man you marry will be totally different to the man you think you're in love with now. Believe me."

I gazed at him, loving the feeling of his hands on my face. "I hear what you're saying, but I just thought he was special."

"What did your parents think of him?"

I frowned. "They didn't. They want me to pair up with Peter."

Greg burst out laughing. "Never. I just cannot see him and you together!"

I relaxed and Greg gathered me close. "Don't feel used by Jake. He's just young. Put it down to experience and move on."

"That's just it. We never did anything and part of me wishes we had."

Greg pulled away and looked hard at me. "You never...?"

I shook my head. "I haven't at all. I've been waiting for the right man. I know it sounds stupid, but that's me."

He whistled. "You never had sex with Jake, yet you say you love him. How can you know that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

Greg pulled me close again but this time he kissed me hard. He gently probed my lips apart and our tongues met as we shared a passionate embrace that I never wanted to end. Our bodies were moulded together and I could feel the heat emanating from him. The kiss went on forever, his hands stroking my back and making me tingle inside. 

"You know I want you so badly, Lorna," he groaned, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumb kneading my right nipple. "You've driven me mad these past few days and when I first arrived, I..." He stopped and I felt my heart thud. "I saw you...God help me, I'm sorry and I never meant to pry, but I came round the corner and there you were. You looked so beautiful like that..."

I looked down and felt myself blush. Part of me was ashamed but another part felt a huge thrill at being watched like that. "Touch me," I murmured as I guided his hand beneath my skirt. My knickers were damp with arousal and he pulled them to one side before gently stroking the outer folds of my pussy. I groaned and pulled him closer, willing him to bring me to orgasm there and then. He seemed to know what I wanted because his fingers probed deeper, his thumb rhythmically stroking my clitoris until I felt like screaming. While his hands worked their magic, he kissed me again, his tongue mirroring his fingers and taking me to the heights of pleasure. 

"Greg...Oh God," I moaned as his lips moved from my mouth to a breast. With expert knowledge, he nibbled on my rosy nipples, his tongue flicking over my skin and making me cry out with need. 

"Come for me, Lorna," he gasped and my fingers joined his as I hurtled towards my climax. It took only a few circular motions for me to experience an orgasm that seemed to make me lose all consciousness. The black sky overhead, the sound of the sea lapping at the shore all faded as I plunged into intense pleasure.

My breathing was fast and furious and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. I opened my eyes and smiled as Greg looked down at me. "You OK? Was that good?"

I nodded and cuddled into him, his arms around me and holding me close. I wanted to stay like that forever, but he was already jangling his car keys.

"Let's go," he said, opening the car door for me.

I re-arranged my clothing and got back into the car. Driving back to the villa I felt the weight of tension and wondered whether he was regretting what we'd done. Was he afraid of me falling in love with him?

When we arrived back the house was in darkness. The heavy front door creaked as we opened it, but nobody stirred and I stood in the hall unsure of what to do.

"Nightcap?"

I nodded and made my way into the living room, sinking down onto the sofa with a sigh. Had I fallen out of the frying pan into the fire?

"You look worried."

I glanced up as Greg handed me a tumbler of whisky. "Do I?"

"Mmm...what's up?"

"Nothing," I replied tucking my legs underneath me.

"God, you look so bloody young," Greg said, putting his drink down. "Come here."

I rose and went over to him and he kissed me again, his fingers stroking my hair. "I'm not sure whether this is a good thing to do, Lorna. Your parents are good friends of mine and you're so damn young. This is madness."

I pulled away, a hurt expression on my face. "I'll go to bed then, shall I?"

"Lorna...don't be silly. Just listen to me...I'm 42 for God's sake!"

I sat back and watched as he ran his fingers through his hair. "So? Jake was 22 and look where that got me..."

He smiled. "You're right. Come here again..."

This time he pulled my dress off completely and removed my knickers, holding my hips and kissing my pussy as I stood naked in front of him. His lips were just as I imagined, his soft tongue probing my depths as my arousal built again. I groaned with pleasure as he feasted on me, the pleasure surging through my veins as his tongue slid deeper inside me. I could feel myself coming again and pushed him away. This time I wanted him inside me, to feel that union that I'd dreamed of.

"Take your clothes off, " I urged, desperate to feel him beneath my fingers. He did as I asked and we stood close and hugged, skin touching skin. He felt so warm and solid next to me, his body hard and tanned from the summer sun. His erection was strong and hard and I stroked him gently at first, our eyes meeting in a smile, and then I knelt in front of him and kissed the tip of his penis, enjoying the salty tang. He groaned and I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, cupping his balls and feeling how heavy they were. 

He tasted delicious and I greedily took as much of him into my mouth as I could, loving the velvety hardness of him. His hands were entwined in my hair, pulling me closer into him and I could feel the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. 

"Oh God, Lorna," he groaned. "Carry on doing that for much longer and I'm going to come..." 

I looked up at him and smiled. "OK. Can I sit on your lap?"

"Gladly...but just one thing...are you OK for..."

I put my fingers to his lips. "I'm prepared. Remember Jake?" I smiled, the pain of his betrayal having finally disappeared.

"Yes...of course." He sat down on the sofa and I straddled him, wanting to prolong the moment before he entered me completely. We kissed and I moved the entrance of my pussy lightly over his cock; I was dripping with juices and the scent of my arousal filled the air. 

"You really are so beautiful," he murmured, stroking my breasts. "When I saw you the other morning I couldn't tear myself away, even though I knew it was wrong."

I kissed him. "I love the feeling that you were watching me..." I lowered myself onto his cock and gasped as he filled me up. The sensation was every bit as good as I'd imagined, as I'd dreamed it would be. Our eyes met. "Do you know what I really wanted when I was doing it?"

"No," he groaned as I moved slowly up and down.




Desire Ch. 02



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Luke sat on the sofa as Jules put Eoin to bed. He'd go in and kiss him goodnight when Jules was done. Then he'd leave. He couldn't stand to be here any longer if it meant being near Jules longer. It hurt too much and his hurtful words kept running through his mind, making him wonder if this was it. Sure, it was only one word, but it was a word that Jules knew would hurt him. That made it ten times worse than the bullying from all those years ago. Those had been kids who hadn't wanted to get to know him. But Jules... Jules did know him. Had known him since they were both four. So why-

"He's almost asleep. If you're going to go say goodnight, now's the best time."

Luke nodded and without saying a word, got up and went to Eoin's room. He smiled at the little boy. Leaning over the black and blue race car bed, Luke hugged Eoin and kissed his forehead. 

"'Night, little one."

"'Night, Bigfoot," Eoin responded sleepily.

Eoin kissed Luke's cheek, then lost the War of the Evil Sleep Monsters. He watched the little tyke sleep for a few minutes. Then, with a heavy sigh, he left the room, turning off the big light. Jules was in the living room, shaking out a blanket. Luke waited whiled Jules finished.

Jules looked up, smiling. "You can have the bed. I'll take the couch."

"No." A muscle in Luke's jaw twitched.

"No? Wouldn't you rather the bed? It's comfier."

"No."

Jules sighed, shaking his head. "Okay, I knew this would be harder to get past. I was prepared for ignoring the problem not to work."

"I'm going home."

"What? You can't go home. You promised Eoin you'd stay."

"Yeah, and I already told him I might not be here when he wakes up. That means there's no point in me staying here all night, is there?" When Jules failed to respond, Luke nodded. He turned on his heel and walked purposefully to the door. 

"Goodbye."

"Wait! You can't just leave like this."

"Oh yeah? I don't see anybody stopping me. Must mean I'm free to do whatever the hell I want to do." He grabbed the door handle and twisted. A firm hand on his wrist prevented him from yanking the door open. "Let go of me, Jules," he said through clenched teeth.

"No. You said nobody was stopping you? Well, you lied. I'm stopping you."

A snort of laughter escaped Luke. "What are you going to do? Tie me up and hold me hostage? You'd have to gag me then, too, because I'll scream, which would wake Eoin u--"

Jules spun Luke around and slammed his back against the door. He grabbed Luke's wrists and shoved them above his head, pinning them to the door with one hand. Jules stared down at him, his face set. Luke's eyes went wide. The hell had gotten into Jules?

"Uh, Ju-?"

Jules cut him off, pressing his lips hard against Luke's own lips. His breath caught. Holy shit, is he-? Jules closed his eyes and ran his tongue along the seam of Luke's lips, and Luke gasped. Jules took advantage of the gasp and stuck his tongue in Luke's mouth. Yeah, he is most definitely kissing me, Luke thought. He closed his eyes and moaned as he kissed Jules back, their tongues dancing together perfectly, both giving and taking. A shiver of pleasure snaked down his spine, and heat swirled low in his stomach and moved south. He felt Jules shove his thigh between Luke's legs and rub against his hardening cock. Luke snapped back to his senses and he struggled, turning his head away from the kiss.

"Jules, stop." His voice came out as no more than a croak. He cleared his breath and tried again. "Jules, stop. Wh-what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious what I'm doing?" he mumured in Luke's ear, sending another jolt of pleasure down his spine.

"Ob-obviously not, or I wouldn't be asking you."

"Then I'll just have to make it even more obvious, won't I?"

"More ob-"

Once again, Luke's words were cut off. Jules had licked the shell of Luke's ear and was now nibbling on it. His cock was throbbing now, and he began involuntarily thrusting his cock against Jules' thigh. Jules licked and nibbled his way down Luke's neck, and Luke rewarded him with another moan. Luke felt Jules shiver. Jules' hand slid under the waistband of Luke's pants and went farther down.

"Jules, no-Oh Gooood." Jules now had his hand wrapped firmly around Luke's cock, his thumb rubbing Luke's precum all around the head. Luke shuddered and Jules began rubbing his tight fist up and down the length of Luke's cock. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, a couple tears falling from his closed lids. He wanted Jules to be touching him more than anything, but not like this. Not after an argument like this. "Jules, please stop..."

He must have heard something in his voice because Jules looked up. And then promptly wrenched himself away from him. Luke slid down the door and hugged his knees to his chest. He rested his left cheek against his knees, eyes still closed. A few more tears escaped, but he ignored them. Jules was just standing there, as if frozen. Then he knelt down and placed his hand on Luke's head. Luke tensed, not because he was afraid of Jules, but because he was afraid of what Jules was going to say. When Jules didn't say anything, Luke lifted his head to look at him. Jules only wiped Luke's tears away with his thumbs.

"I get it now," Jules said quietly.

Luke tensed again, but stayed quiet.

"All these years, you've been in love with me, and you didn't say anything."

Luke nodded.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want things to change between us. I know you loved me, too, but as a friend, and that was enough. I didn't want to push my feelings off onto you and make you feel obligated in any way to return those feelings, because, quite frankly, you either love somebody like that or you don't. And you don't."

"Luke.."

"Please don't."

"Luke, I think I actually do love you, too."

"Jules, if this is your idea of a joke, please just shut the fuck up now."

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-grin. "I touched your dick, Luke. I wouldn't do that for anybody, no matter how good a friend they are. And if I did, it certainly wouldn't turn me on."

Luke's eyes dropped to Jules' lap and yeah, there was definitely a bulge there. And it was growing. He quickly looked back up. Licking suddenly dry lips, he said, "You don't get those for guys.."

"Actually, I've gotten one from you before. I just told myself it wasn't from you. It was one time when you spent the night at our house because your parents were fighting again. You were sleeping and I'd just woken up. I just watched you for a few minutes, and then I felt myself getting hard..."

"Why did you have to say that earlier?"

"I think I was afraid."

"Afraid? Of what?"

"I was afraid of what you'd think of me, I guess. Maybe I was afraid that you wouldn't want me.."

Luke smiled, leaned in, and gently kissed Jules on the lips. "Do you have any idea how many fantasies you've starred in? How many wet dreams? I've wanted you since I first realized I was gay."

Jules stood up, grabbed Luke's hand and pulled him up. Jules locked the door, then pulled Luke to his room. Once inside the darkened room, he closed and locked the door. Luke pulled his shirt off and sat down on the bed. Jules grinned and pounced on Luke. Luke let out a girlish shriek, but before it could wake anybody, Jules pressed his mouth to Luke's in a deep and passionate kiss. Luke's eyes closed and he felt himself being lowered down onto his back. Jules pulled back from the kiss so he could pull Luke's pants off. Luke felt a moment of panic -what I'm not big enough, What if I'm not pretty enough, What if- before Jules' hand closed around Luke's rock-hard cock. Luke shuddered, his hips jerking up. Before he could get used to the feel of his hand, though, Jules sucked the head of Luke's cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. Luke's head shot back and his spine bowed, his breath coming in pants. His hands scrambled for something to hold onto as Jules took more of him into his mouth, but all he could find was the sheet. He fisted the sheet as he felt Jules' teeth graze him.

"Oh, God, Jules... Stop, or I'm going to... I'm gonna..." Jules didn't stop. In fact, they both found out that Jules has no gag reflex to speak of as he swallowed the entire length of Luke's cock into his mouth and sucking hard and fast. Luke couldn't help it; he started thrusting his hips up and down and that, along with Jules' own head bobs, made Jules deep-throat Luke with each thrust. He felt his balls tighten. "Jules, stop! I'm gonna cum!" Jules still didn't stop. Instead, he sucked faster and harder, growling. The vibrations from the growl resonated through Luke's cock and up his spine. He moaned loudly, spine bowing again as his cum spurted down Jules' throat. And to Luke's shock, Jules didn't pull away. He kept sucking, which made Luke cum again. Finally, when Luke had had enough, he pulled Jules up his body and kissed him. "Now it's my turn to pleasure you..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Desire Ch. 02



"I wanted a hard cock inside me, just like yours is now..."

And it felt so good to be taken by this man who was old enough to be my father. We moved slowly together, our mutual pleasure building, layer upon layer, heedless of anyone walking in and finding us entwined on the sofa. 

"Will you lie down for me?" groaned Greg as our movements became faster.

I nodded and climbed off him, lying down on the sofa and gazing at his cock, slick with my juices. He crouched over me and I put my legs around his waist as he entered me again, hard with a single thrust. "Feel good, Lorna?" he groaned as he pushed hard and deep into me, his cock like a shaft of pure metal.

"Oh, yes!" I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he hammered away. There were no more words as he kissed me, his tongue hot and probing in my mouth. Once again I felt the rush of arousal take me to the brink of ecstasy, my fingers reaching down and massaging my clitoris once again.

"I'm coming, Lorna," he groaned and I rubbed the little nub harder. "Oh God."

I felt him spasm and as he shot his sperm deep inside me, my own body reacted and I felt myself spinning into an abyss of pure pleasure. He clung to me, our bodies stuck together in a moment of mutual abandonment, our breath heavy and hot.

For a while we lay there together, our breathing finally returning to normal, the air-conditioning making my skin cool.

"Has your door got a lock?" he asked, kissing me on the nose.

"Mmhmm..." I said sleepily.

"Fancy a long cuddle?"

I nodded and opened my eyes. Greg stood and gathered our clothes and we tiptoed to my room, our nakedness making us both giggle.

*

I awoke to find sunlight streaming in through the window and lips gently caressing my breasts. I kept my eyes closed and revelled in the sensations of Greg's mouth devouring my nipples. Deep inside, my arousal increased and an ache made me yearn to feel him inside me again. The house sounded silent and I moved closer to him as his mouth travelled further down my body. 

He flung back the covers and gently stroked my pussy, his fingers dipping inside to brush my clitoris. "You're so wet," he murmured in my ear. "Want something hot inside you?"

I nodded my head and kissed him hard, but was unprepared for him suddenly jumping out of bed and staring down at me, a wide grin on his face.

"What?" I said, my body reeling in shock.

"When I said something hot, I meant coffee, my little tart. What did you think I meant?"

"Greg, please!" I wailed. "Come back to bed..."

He shook his head and looked around for his clothes. "If your mum catches us like this, I'll be out of that door faster than you could ever imagine. I really don't think your parents would be happy to know I'm screwing their daughter."

I gazed at him in shock. "Screwing? Is that what this is?"

He kneeled by the bed, his eyes serious. "No, you know that, Lorna, but they won't see it the way we do. I'm old enough to be your father, for heavens sake! What do you think their reaction will be? Huh? Welcome me with open arms?"

I turned away, my eyes brimming with tears. First Jake and now Greg. Surely he wouldn't do this to me?

Greg pulled me towards him. "Lorna, what happened last night was fantastic and if I had my way I'd tell the whole world what happened, but we have to be careful, sweetheart. I don't want to piss off your parents, do you understand? Let's take it slowly. There are plenty of places we can go and be on our own..."

I gazed at him, a silent tear running down my face. "I just thought..."

Greg pulled me close. "That's the problem, huh? You just thought that we'd announce our love to everyone here and they would all clap and cheer? Hmm?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry."

He pulled me closer. "Don't be sorry, Lorna. You're just young. Leave this to me, huh? We'll work it out."

He stood up and put his finger to his mouth. I watched as he quickly dressed and then opened the door softly. "See you at breakfast," he whispered and with a final smile, he left, the ache deep within threatening to engulf me.

*

The rest of the day was hellish. I spent the day by the pool pretending to read a novel but in reality watching Greg's every move. At breakfast he had been friendly and normal and no-one had asked where we had got to the evening before. Eve was uncharacteristically quiet, a huge pair of dark glasses masking her pale face as she sipped coffee and pulled on a cigarette.

My parents were unaware of any tensions around the table and prattled on happily about the weather and the meal of the night before. "Thank you so much for settling the bill," my father announced to Greg as he took his seat. "Quite unnecessary you understand, but decent of you nonetheless."

I looked at Greg as he helped himself to coffee. What did he do for a living, I wondered? And were there any other women in his life? I knew so little about him yet I had almost thrown myself at him last night. I felt my face burn as I thought back to our love-making and how I had taken his cock in my willing mouth. Was this morning just a way of extracting himself from an awkward situation or would we continue this affair, right under my family's nose?

Now, as I stretched in the sun and watched Greg plough up and down the pool, I found myself hoping that this was the start of something new. Who cared about the difference in our ages? It was nobody's business.

I felt restless and wandered over to the pool, its azure depths beckoning me in. "Coming for a swim?" Greg asked, swimming over to me with powerful strokes. "You look a bit hot."

I glared at him and sat on the edge of the pool, the water caressing my warm legs. My parents were asleep on loungers while Eve seemed engrossed in a book. Peter was nowhere to be seen and the silence was like a balm on my frazzled nerves.

"Come on," Greg urged and I put my arms out so he could help me in. 

"Ever fucked in a pool?" he whispered in my ear as I slid into the silky water. "Know how good it feels?"

I stared at him shock. "I thought you hated swearing?"

He grinned. "From a mouth as beautiful as yours...yes...I do. But from an old hack like me...makes me feel randy..."

I swam away from him, kicking out strongly as the cool water enveloped my body. Greg followed and pulled me close. "No-one's looking, Lorna...let's carry on where we left off this morning..."

"But...this morning...you said not to draw attention to ourselves."

"Well, we're not, are we? We're just having a swim as it's so hot. Now if we disappeared during dinner and came back all dishevelled, then that might attract some comments. Hmm?"

I smiled. The thought of making love in the pool while Eve was reading ignited pure arousal in me.

"Just don't scream, OK..."

I giggled and looked over at Eve who was still reading. The Harold Robbins novel seemed to be keeping her quiet.

"Come here."

We swam over to the edge pool and Greg kissed me quickly on the mouth, then reached down and pulled off my bikini bottom. "We won't risk the top," he smiled, rubbing his thumb over my nipples through the material. "Just in case your mate Peter arrives on the scene..."

I leaned against the side of the pool as Greg stood close, his fingers stroking my pussy. The cool of the water and his probing fingers made me arch my back and whimper, but he shook his head. "Be quiet and turn around."

I did as he said and felt him lean against me. From his vantage point he had a great view over the terrace and the loungers where my parents were softly snoring. "If anyone looks up, I'll just point to the mountains, OK? Like I'm showing you something?"

I nodded and felt his erection pushing against my thighs. I bent my knees slightly, reached behind and gently guided his cock deep inside my pussy. I felt an explosion of such pleasure that I almost cried out. He started to thrust slowly inside me, his movements measured and steady, one hand on the pool side while the other gripped my waist. The water in the pool became choppy, slapping the tiles in the pool loudly in time to his thrusts, but no-one seemed to notice. 

"I can't stand this much longer," I gasped as Greg moved harder and harder. "This feels so good, oh God..."

"Hold on," he groaned, slowing a little. "I won't be long..."

The feeling was pure ecstasy...the hot sun, the thought of being discovered at any minute and Greg's cock hammering away at my pussy. I wanted to scream out and let rip, but I knew that that would be madness. Instead I closed my eyes and let myself be taken over by the pleasure as I finally came, my fingers just stroking my aroused clitoris in one hard movement.

I felt Greg tense and knew that he had also climaxed. His warm fluid erupted inside me and I briefly wondered if any pool chemicals had ever dealt with sperm. I felt wicked and naughty, and wondered what my parents would say if they knew what we had done. Greg relaxed against me, his breath warm in my hair and cuddled me close.

"That was wonderful..."

I nodded and looked around at him. "Thank you."

He smiled. "Just trust me, Lorna. OK?"

I sighed happily. A feeling of pure happiness shot through me as I looked around at the beautiful villa, the distant mountains and this man holding me close. How long would it last, I wondered?

*

Over the next few days Greg and I regularly made love in my room at night, my cries muffled by burying my head in his broad shoulders. We would make love without any inhibitions until the early hours and then he would return to his own room, just in case my mother made an unexpected visit. He was a gentle and passionate lover and I found myself more and more drawn to him as the days went on. The heat had become intense and we napped by the pool, ate long and leisurely lunches and barely moved. Eve was still quiet and whether she suspected anything, I didn't know. I caught her glancing at Greg several times and although he was friendly, their mock fights had stopped and she no longer shrieked and shouted in the pool. 

My parents said nothing and Peter seemed to have given up on me which was a relief. He read all day and contributed little at dinner, his hang dog expression sometimes resting on me when he thought I wasn't looking. I felt I could have prolonged this holiday forever and received a shock when Greg told me that he was going away for a few days.

"Where?" I asked, stroking his broad back with the tip of my finger. 

"Down to Palma. I shouldn't be long."

I stared at him, wanting to ask so many questions but feeling suddenly shy. "What do you do for a living?" I asked.

He shrugged. "A bit of this and that," he answered, looking amused. "Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know anything about you. All I know is that you're divorced."

"Yeah, well, the least said about that the better." He frowned. "Lorna, I'm 42 years old. I've got baggage. Do you really want to hear about my ex-wife and all the grief she caused me?"

"Do you have any children?"

He laughed. "No."

I cuddled up to him and felt the beat of his heart. "I just want to know a bit more about you, that's all."

He pulled away. "I'll tell you. Let's just enjoy these few days, hey? When I get back I'll take you out to dinner, OK, and we can talk."

I nodded and kissed him. The kisses turned more passionate and once again he was buried deep inside me, taking me once more to the heights of pleasure.

*

Greg left the next morning and I felt a sadness settle on me as I heard his car roar off down the drive. I'd planned on visiting Pollensa and climbing the famous flight of steps that led up to a small church. After breakfast I mentioned it to my parents. They made excuses not to go, but Eve looked interested when I told them about the views.

"Can I come?" she asked and although I groaned inwardly, I couldn't refuse. She ran off to get her bag and camera and I faced my mother. 

"How long is she staying?" I asked. "Surely you realise now that Greg just isn't interested?"

My mother shrugged her shoulders. "They're just taking it slowly. More than once I've heard him open his bedroom door in the early hours. Where do you think he's been?"

I felt myself redden and looked away. "She's not his type."

My father looked up. "What makes you say that? You hardly say a word to him."

Luckily I was saved from answering by Eve reappearing, a pair of stilettos on her tiny feet and a huge hat covering most of her face. "Are you ready?" I asked and without waiting for an answer, made my way to the car.

The journey was completed in near silence, Eve's heady perfume making my eyes water in the close confines of the car. She clutched a bag on her knees and seemed nervous and I wondered why she had bothered to accompany me. Walking up hundreds of steps in the Mallorcan heat didn't seem to be her thing at all.

We parked in a side street and made our way through the maze of roads that led to the main square. The church bells were ringing and I paused and waited for Eve to catch up. She was breathing heavily and a sheen of sweat covered her over-made up face.

"Are you OK?" I asked as she tottered towards me, the thin heel of her shoes looking ready to snap. "Shall we sit and have a drink?"

"No, I'm fine, just a bit hot, that's all."

We carried on and reached the bottom of the Calvari steps, the stone walkway stretching above us like a stairway to heaven.

"We've got to go up there?" Eve gasped as she held onto a café table for support. 

I laughed. "Yep! There's around 365 steps but there is a small café at the top and a little church. You sure you want to carry on?"

She nodded and we began to climb, her breathing heavy and laboured. I began to feel alarmed. Eve was by no means overweight, but she didn't appear fit at all and I was suddenly frightened she would have a heart attack. 

Half way up we stopped to look at the view, a jumble of red rooftops gathered around an enormous church. It was a view that I loved and I almost forgot about the wheezing Eve next to me as I drank in the sights and sounds of Pollensa.

"You're having an affair with him, aren't you?"

Eve's words made my heart beat race and I turned to look at her. "What makes you say that?"

She put her head on one side. "The way he looks at you. His eyes follow you around all the time. I can't believe your parents haven't noticed."

There was no point in lying to her. "It just happened. We didn't set out to be together."

"He was meant for me. Your mother went on and on about him. How he'd be so good for me after Bill. How he was looking for someone else after his wife left him."

"What do you know about him?" I asked, suddenly curious.

She shrugged. "Not much. Only that his wife left him a year ago...for another woman."

I gasped. "You're joking!"

"Hasn't he told you then? Thought that would be something you could talk about!" She laughed in a nasty way. "Don't get involved. He's still in love with her, if you ask me."

I ignored her and carried on climbing up the steps. She followed me slowly and I wondered why she thought what she did. Doubts filled my mind as I walked, tiny seeds that I knew would sprout into full grown anxieties if I let my thoughts dwell on them. With Greg away, I knew that I would torture myself over the next few days.

Finally reaching the top, I sank down onto a chair outside the café and ordered two beers. Eve appeared and fanned herself with her hat. She looked pale and her face glistened with perspiration. As she took a seat next to me, I took out my phone and checked my messages.

"Any from lover boy?" she cackled, lighting up a cigarette. 

I ignored her, my mind racing as I read a text that had been sent barely ten minutes ago...

*

Eve had moaned and complained the whole way down the steps, maintaining that the constant jarring killed her knees. "Why are we rushing?" she wailed as I almost ran down the stairway. I'd gulped my beer down in one go and urged her to drink hers just as quickly.

"I have to get back to the villa," I answered, looking at my watch. "Please hurry up!"

Eve said nothing and clattered down behind me. My mind was racing with the news I'd received and in my haste I almost slipped and fell.

"Steady on," she spluttered. "I won't be able to carry you back to the car, love!"

After what seemed like an eternity, we were back at the car and I checked my messages again. I couldn't believe the text I'd received from Jake telling me he was just about to board a flight to Palma and could I pick him up from the airport?

Revving the car into action, I tore out of the town and back onto the main road that led to the villa. I knew it took less than an hour to fly from Ibiza to Mallorca and realised that Jake would be in the air now and about to land. What on earth could he want? He hadn't been in contact at all since I'd left for the island and despite my doubts, I felt a sudden thrill course through me as I imagined meeting him at the airport.

As I drove through the gates of the villa, my mobile beeped and I skidded to a halt. Eve looked at me as if I was mad and shakily climbed out of the car, her face a picture of confusion. 

Here now, the text said. Meet me? Pls?

I sat and stared at my phone for ages, my mind racing with the unexpected message. I had to find out what he wanted and hated myself for the surge of excitement I felt when I tapped in my answer.

Need 2 tlk, Jake replied. Sorry xx

I thought back to what Eve had said about Greg, How he was probably on the re-bound, how the difference in our age was a hurdle we would have to face, both now and in the future. How my parents would react if they found out about our love affair...

But on the other hand...I sighed and looked over the pool and thought about how he made love to me, his eyes gazing into mine as he moved hard and fluidly inside me, over and over again, the feel of his skin against mine, his broad back... How he was so experienced and so damn gorgeous and how I knew he would look after me. I didn't know anything about him, but I felt we had a future together. Or did we?

I almost screamed with frustration, but turned the car and with my thoughts reeling, headed off to Palma airport.

*

At first I didn't spot Jake, as the crush of people mingling outside the terminal doors was so huge. The noise and bustle of tourists arriving to start their holidays was tremendous and I hoped that my furiously fast journey along the motorway would be worth it. As I scanned the crowds I saw him sitting on his suitcase, his blonde hair ruffled and standing up in unkempt spikes.

He looked up when I approached and smiled, a little boy grin that had previously melted my heart. "You came," he said and I allowed myself to relax a little. He looked scruffy and dirty and I wondered why he had let himself get like this.

"Come on," I said, gesturing over to the car park. "Let's talk on the way to the villa."

Once I had manoeuvred my way out of the airport and back onto the motorway, I stole a glance at him. He was slumped in his seat, his eyes almost closed. "What's up?" I asked. "Laura told me everything, by the way."

He grunted and looked away. I felt a sudden anger rise up inside me and clenched the steering wheel. "Jake...tell me what happened. I'm supposed to be your girlfriend for heaven's sake!"

"Not much to tell," he mumbled, staring out of the window. "Alicia was there, you weren't. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Is that all you can say?"

He sighed heavily. "Look Lorna, I never wanted you to go and stay with your olds...you know that. We could have had so much fun together, but you chose to go with them rather than me. I didn't ask for it to happen!"

I resisted the urge to stop the car and throw him out, willing myself to listen to his side of the story. "So why are you here now, then?"




Desire Ch. 02



He shrugged again. "Fancied a change." 

I gave up and concentrated on the road, my mind buzzing with annoyance. I had a feeling that Jake was lying to me and that I'd made a mistake picking him up, but thought that when we got to the villa and he had had a chance to relax, things might be different.

As we turned off towards Pollensa, I glanced over to find him deeply asleep. With his eyes closed I took the opportunity to study his dirty, rumpled clothes and the faint odour of staleness that filled the car. This wasn't the Jake that I knew and thought I loved. I couldn't help comparing him to the clean-cut Greg. Thinking of him, my stomach turned over. What was he doing now, I wondered and was he with another woman? 

Arriving at the villa, I turned off the engine and waited for Jake to regain consciousness, but he continued to snore, his face squashed up against the car window.

"Wake up!" I urged and shook his shoulders. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me in confusion.

"Wh-at?"

"Jake! We're here. Get out!"

His movements were slow and laboured, but he got out of the car and stood looking at me. "Don't expect to stay here," I said, my hands on my hips. "All the bedrooms are full."

"Where am I supposed to stay then?" he said, throwing his hands up in the air. "I thought your lot had a huge villa?"

"We do, but my parents have people staying."

"But, I thought..."

"You thought what? That you'd bed down with me?"

He smiled and came towards me, his hands outstretched. "Come on, Lornie...you knew what was going to happen when you picked me up. This is our chance to get together, babe."

I pushed him away and headed into the house. "You're welcome to have a shower and some lunch, but you can't stay here, Jake. It's impossible."

He followed slowly, his face darkening with annoyance. He looked a complete mess, I thought. From his unkempt hair to his crumpled shorts and tee-shirt, he looked like he'd been living rough for a couple of days...

"The shower room's through there." I beckoned to a door and watched him closely. "If you want anything washing let me know."

"Scrub my back?" he teased, trying to grab me. 

I ignored him and went in search of my parents, who would no doubt be more than a little annoyed to find their daughter's errant boyfriend on their doorstep...

*

Lunch was a stilted affair with my parents doing their hardest to play the genial hosts. Eve sat and ate her food quietly, but managed to put away a whole bottle of wine by herself. Peter looked like a dog who had been kicked and Jake hardly said a word, concentrating on stuffing as much food down him as he could.

"So Jake..." my father said, "what have you been up to in Ibiza?"

Jake shrugged. "Oh you know, chillin' out mostly. And, er...missing Lorna of course. Thought about her all the time."

Now I knew he was lying. Not once had he bothered to contact me despite my repeated calls. I glared at him but he avoided my gaze.

"Where are you staying here?" my mother asked brightly, her eyes searching out mine.

"Here?" he answered. "In Mallorca?"

"Yes...Lorna said you'd come over for a little visit."

"Um...don't really know," Jake replied, stretching and yawning. "Nothing arranged."

There was a small silence around the table before my mother cleared her throat. "You can sleep on the sofa tonight, if you want, but after that you'll need to find somewhere to stay. You are a friend of Lorna's after all."

I glared at my mother in anger. "I'm sure Jake can find somewhere."

"No...no," he interrupted. "That's really good of you. Just one night, hey?" He winked at me and smiled. "I'll er...help with the washing-up."

My mother gave him one of her tight smiles and I rose to clear away the plates. With a banging and clattering, Jake followed me and once in the kitchen, he shut the door behind him. "Look, Lorna, stop giving me a hard time, OK? I said I was sorry. But you left me, remember? It wasn't my fault that Alicia came onto me...you know what she's like."

"So that was it, was it? You had a chance to come here Jake, but you refused. I thought we had something going, but I was obviously wrong!"

He came over to me and tried to take me in his arms, but I pushed him away. "It was a mistake picking you up, Jake. Why did you leave Ibiza? Alicia throw you out?"

He looked away and I realised I was onto something. "What did you do?"

"Yeah, she threw me out. We had an argument."

"About what?"

He rolled his eyes. "Oh God, Lorna! It was nothing! Perhaps I eyed up another girl. You know what she's like. But I realised I'd made a big mistake. I needed you, darlin'...I wanted to say sorry and when she lost it with me, I thought you and I could finish where we left off. Alicia meant nothing to me, Lorna...you gotta believe me. I was stupid...and drunk, if I'm honest. She threw herself at me..."

I stared at him. Now he'd had a shower he looked more like the old Jake, but I still couldn't bring myself to trust him. It was too soon and the memory of Greg was too close to even think about resuming my relationship with him. I needed to be alone to think and I was glad that Greg was away so I could have time to be by myself in peace.

I stacked the dishwasher while Jake cleared the table and nothing more was said. After we finished I went to my room and stayed there for the rest of the day, my thoughts filled with doubts and worries. 

*

Dinner had been finished for an hour, yet I was still sitting at the table listening to Jake plead his innocence. He looked better in clean clothes, his blonde hair brushed back off his face and his eyes clearer. I hadn't asked what he'd been doing all afternoon, but he looked rested and relaxed.

"Come on, Lorna...we all make mistakes. Let's spend the rest of the holidays together, huh?"

"You can't stay here."

"Why?"

"Because my parents have guests!" I repeated, hitting the table with my clenched fist.

"Who? Eve and the other bloke?"

"And Greg..."

"Who's he?"

I paused. Greg's face and body sprung into my thoughts and my stomach twisted with nerves. "He's an old friend of my father's."

"So? What's he got to do with anything?"

I felt myself blush and Jake noticed. "How old?"

I shrugged. "Forties."

"Ancient then, hey?" He laughed but I didn't join in.

"What's going on?" he asked, watching me closely. "Are you telling me there's something going on between you and this bloke?"

I stared at him. "Yes, that's what I'm saying, Jake. Greg's different. He's older and..." I trailed off. Jake wouldn't understand the attraction I was feeling. He would mock me, say I was mad, laugh about it with his mates. But feel jealous? 

"I've slept with him," I said simply, waiting for his reaction. "Not once, but many times..."

He looked at me in amazement. "But...he's old! You wouldn't sleep with me and then you meet this old codger and that's it...you're screwing him?"

I stood up and turned my back on him. "Don't you dare say he's old, Jake. He's only 42, for God's sake. You make it sound like he's ancient."

He stood up and pulled me to face him. "When I think of all the times I wanted to screw you, Lorna and you wouldn't. You refused to do that with me, yet you don't waste a minute with this guy. I'm..." He gripped my arms harder, pulling me closer and for one moment I thought he was going to kiss me to try and grind some sort of submission out of me. His face was contorted with anger and as we stood facing one another, I heard tyres crunching on the gravel and saw the powerful lights of a car approaching. Blinded by the glare I held my hand up to my eyes and made out Greg's Audi coming to a halt in front of the terrace. Time seemed to stand still and I was acutely aware of Jake gripping my arms as Greg got out of the car. He slammed the door shut with a heavy thud, and then, without a word disappeared into the house.

I wrenched myself free from Jake's grip and ran into the house, my feet slipping on the smooth tiled floor. I heard Greg's door slam but I was up the stairs and into his room before he had a chance to bolt it against me.

"I take it that's loverboy?" he ground out, opening his suitcase. "When the cat's away..."

"Greg...listen to me! Jake texted me from the airport to say he was on his way. I didn't pick up the message until he was on the plane! What else could I do? Leave him stranded at the airport?"

"Well, that's what I would have done!" he snarled. "After what he did to you!"

"Where are you going?"

Greg continued to fling clothes into the case. "I'm going back to my villa. Your parents very kindly invited me to stay while mine's being done up, but if you think I'm going to stay here while you entertain your boyfriend, you can think again!"

"He's not my boyfriend!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. "He lied to me and doesn't care about me one bit!"

"Then why did you pick him up?" He was furious now, his face white with anger. "I expect you thought you could carry on where you left off while I was conveniently out of the way for a few days?"

"Why did you come back?" I sobbed.

Now it was Greg's turn to grip me by the shoulders. "I came back because I missed you. I couldn't stop thinking about you and look where that got me!"

He let me go and slammed his suitcase shut. "I'll call your parents tomorrow," he ground out. "Make up some excuse."

Without another word he turned and left, his footsteps echoing through the silent villa.

*

After Greg left I collapsed onto his bed and cried. The pillows smelt of him and the ache I felt inside made me feel sick with yearning. The thought that I would never again feel his skin against mine was too much to bear and I stayed there for an hour or more, my eyes red with crying and sore from all the tears.

At last, I rose and returned to my room, longing for a night of dreamless sleep. Tomorrow I would find out where Greg's villa was and go and see if we could mend things. Surely if I explained he would understand?

When I opened the door to my room, I was shocked to see Jake lying on my bed, completely naked. He was stroking his erect cock and smiled when I stood and stared at him.

"Lorna," he said softly. "Where have you been? I saw your friend leave and thought maybe we could talk some more about what happened earlier."

I had lost the ability to speak and could do nothing but stare at Jake's penis. It was fully erect and for a split second I was aroused by the sight of his muscular, tanned body and how ready he was for me.

"Look, we've both made mistakes," he continued. "You with your..." He struggled to find a word to describe Greg, "and me with Alicia. But you know, this could have a good ending, what d'you say? Put it all behind us and just..." He looked down at his cock and smiled again, "I've been waiting for ages for you. Let's start again," he urged, stroking his cock harder and faster. "God, Lorna...I feel so fucking turned on now. Imagining you and him, in here, yeah?"

A tiny aroused, but perverse, part of me twisted inside at his words, but as if by magic, I could suddenly foresee my future with Jake...Yes, we'd have great sex but that would be all. We'd see each other for maybe a year and then he'd move onto someone else. I'd never trust him again and I'd put our relationship down to experience and find someone else eventually. But with Greg...how could I find myself so attached to someone I hardly knew?

"Get out," I heard myself say. "Who the hell do you think you are coming here and lying like that on my bed?"

His smile faltered for a second, but he continued to stroke his penis, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're making a mistake, Lorna. I can give you this every night for as long as you want. Come here..."

I opened the door and stood to one side. "Just go, Jake."

He shrugged and rose to his feet, his cock bobbing up and down as he walked towards me. I could smell the raw animal scent of him as he stood close, stroking his erect member for one last time. "Sure I can't tempt you?"

I didn't even answer, just pulled the door shut, let the tears fall and collapsed onto the bed.

*

I awoke late the next morning and went to find my own breakfast in the kitchen. My mother was there drying a frying pan, a look of anger on her face when she saw me. "Thankfully your friend has gone," she said. "And I think you owe us an explanation, young lady".

My heart thudded. "What do you mean?"

"Is it true about Greg and you? That you're having an affair?"

I turned away and fiddled with the coffee pot. "It's over. He seems to think I've taken Jake back."

"It was never on!" she cried. "He's only five years younger than your dad! He nearly had a heart attack when Jake told us! What were you thinking? Are you mad?"

"It's not what you think."

"Too right it's not! We had the decency to put him up here and this is what he does!"

She carried on clattering around the kitchen, her lips pursed with anger. "I think it's time you went home, Lorna," she said. "You've caused nothing but trouble since you arrived. Honestly! This was supposed to be a rest for your father and me and all we've done is worry."

"What are you talking about?" I shouted. "You didn't know anything about us until this morning!"

"Now I know where he'd been," she continued, "at night. Poor Eve is heartbroken. I really thought they were suited."

"Well, you know nothing then!" I shouted. "She's an old hag and he wanted me! Yes, me! You can't handle it can you? Can't bear the thought of your darling daughter having some fun for a change!"

I ran out of the room and back upstairs. I had to find out where Greg lived and go and see him. The thought of never being with him again was too much to think about.

* 

An hour later I was in Pollensa square, my laptop open on the table in front of me. I'd tried Googling Greg's name and came up with an office in Palma. If he was the same man, he specialised in helping people move out to the Balearic islands and had offices in the Mallorcan capital, London and ironically enough, Ibiza.

There was a contact number, an email address and a website, but no photograph. After noting all the details down I closed my computer and sat back in my chair and tried to attract the waiter's attention for another coffee.

When a bottle of wine and two glasses appeared, I tried to remonstrate. "No, from the man...over there." The waiter pointed to the bar and my heart lurched as I recognised Greg.

We stared at each other and then he slowly came over to the table and sat down. Nothing was said while he poured out two glasses of wine but my heart was beating erratically as he raised one to his lips.

"I guess I should say sorry, huh?"

I nodded. "It's my fault as well. I should never have weakened and picked him up."

Another silence as we sipped the wine and stared out over the square. Happy tourists were ambling about and I envied them their carefree pleasure. 

"I called your father. He's not a happy man, is he?"

"No." I shook my head. "What did you say?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Just that we had some sorting out to do. He told me where you'd gone."

"I had to find you, Greg," I said. "I couldn't just let you go."

He reached out and took my hand. "Shall we take this up to our room?"

I stared at him in confusion. "What room?"

He smiled. "I keep a room here." He gestured towards the small hotel. "For clients, of course. We can use it if you want."

There was nothing I wanted more and he led me up the steep stairs to a room overlooking the square. The room was basic, but clean and as he closed the door gently, I felt my insides melt. Nothing was said as he removed my shorts and tee-shirt, just a tremendous feeling of arousal which was so strong it almost seemed to take on a life of its own.

Expertly he removed my bra and bent to kiss my nipples. "I never thought I would do this again," he murmured, cupping my breasts with his hands. You've bewitched me, Lorna."

I took off my knickers and lay down on the bed, watching as he removed his clothes. His erection was beautiful: strong and hard and I almost smiled when I thought back to Jake last night. I held out my arms and felt Greg fall into them, his scent and warmth close as he kissed me hard on the lips.

"We can see ourselves," he smiled and I looked past his shoulder to the large mirror that faced the bed. "Do you like that?"

I nodded and reached down to stroke his cock while he once again kissed and sucked on my nipples. "We could have had this last night," he whispered. "Aren't we stupid?"

"Mmm..." I murmured. "All night I wanted you...wanted you hard inside me, Greg."

He groaned as I encircled his cock in my hand, my fingers rubbing the sensitive head. "Turn around," he urged. "Face the mirror."

I did as he said and realised that we could both see our lovemaking reflected in the glass. He gripped my hips and gently rubbed the tip of his cock against the lips of my pussy. "Feel good?"

"Oh, yes..." I breathed as we stared at each other. "I want you so badly..."

I felt his hand move down to my pussy and he stroked my aroused lips, the moisture covering his fingers as he dipped them in and out, searching and finding my clitoris and rubbing gently.

I moaned with pleasure and leaned around to caress his cock once again. I wanted him inside me so badly and with one movement I pulled him deep, loving the feeling of him taking possession of my body. We moved slowly together, watching ourselves in the mirror and feeling the intense pleasure rise. He held me with one hand on my hip, the other entwined in my hair, his eyes on mine as we maintained a steady rhythm. With each thrust of Greg's I pushed back at him until we could not be any closer. I felt at one with him and wondered what I had ever seen in Jake.

There was no rush, no danger of anyone coming in to discover us and we took our time, relishing the exquisite pleasure. Our moans and sighs filled the quiet room and being able to see our love-making just heightened our arousal even more.

Soon, though, I was unable to bear it any longer. With just one touch of my clitoris I felt myself coming and moaned out long and loud. Greg must have been waiting for me as he moved harder and faster and soon erupted his warm juices deep inside my pussy. We clung to one another for a little while, our breathing fast and heavy and gazed at our reflections in the mirror. My hair was tangled around my face, but I looked more alive in that moment than I had ever before. The look of love was evident in Greg's face, but could our feelings for one another survive the opposition we faced?

*

One year later...

The noise and bustle of the airport deafened me as I made my way out of the arrivals gate and scanned the crowd. Inside I bubbled with excitement and nerves and wryly I thought back to the previous summer when I'd arrived angry and frustrated.

This time, instead of making my way to the car hire desk, I was enveloped in a pair of strong brown arms and kissed thoroughly. "At last!" Greg exclaimed when he finally let me go. "The bloody plane was delayed!"

I laughed and gave him the trolley to push, his face a picture as he saw my suitcases. "I take it you're here for good, then?" he grinned. 

"If you'll have me," I replied looking up at him. We were suddenly serious for a moment and I thought ahead to the years when our ages would be more noticeable, when I would be in my prime and he would be ready to pick up his pension. Would our love survive for that long?

"Your parents?"

"Have given me their blessing," I finished. "They'll be here for the wedding."

At my words he gave me a huge smile and together we made our way out into the Mallorcan sunshine.

The End



Desire Ch. 03



Sorry, guys. I accidentally forgot to submit this part as part of Ch, 2.

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Jules, now completely naked, looked up at Luke, and his heart melted. For the very first time, his heart actually felt full. Full of love, tenderness, lust... And all it took for him to get here to this incredible happiness was insulting his best friend, then damned near raping the man. There's got to be some irony in that. The straight guy insults his gay best friend, then ends up being the one to start them on the road to love.

He was jolted out of his reverie when Luke bent his head and licked his nipple. Jules jerked into his touch, his breath hissing out on a low moan. He threaded his fingers through Luke's baby-fine hair as Luke licked his areola. When the nipple puckered for him, Luke suckled it into his mouth. Jules pressed his chest closer and Luke nipped his nipple, then quickly soothed the sting with a few strokes of his tongue.

"Do you want me to go down on you like you did for me, or should I just start getting you ready?"

"St-start getting me ready?" Jules panted. Grinning, Luke replied, "Yeah, start. Sure, you might think you're ready now, but if I enter you without properly preparing you, it's gonna hurt worse than it should."

"I'm ready now, Luke."

Luke smirked and shook his head. Jules bit back a low moan as Luke lazily trailed his right hand down Jules' chest, followed his happy trail down, and..... went around Jules' cock, not so much as touching it. Jules whimpered at the lack of touch, but when Luke slipped a single finger into his ass, the whimper changed to a gasp. Okay, yeah, that hurt. A lot. But so far, it wasn't bad enough for him to stop Luke. Luke was gentle, anyway, easing his finger out, then back in, going slow and easy to give Jules plenty of time to get used to the invasion. Jules' was panting as his hands tightened in Luke's hair.

"Such a reaction," murmured Luke. "And all this from a single finger. Told you you weren't ready."

"That's just one fin-ger?" His voice rose at the end of the last word.

"Well, two now. What yummy sounds you make.."

As Luke's fingers thrust in and out of Jules, his other hand lazily toyed with Jules' cock. Jules was writhing beneath him, face flushed, skin damp with sweat. His long, long dark brown hair was fanned out under him, though not neatly. It wasn't put that way on purpose. Well, not completely, anyway.

Jules was thrusting his cock into Luke's hand, then grinding his ass into his hand, helping him fuck him. Just when he was getting close, though, Luke's hand retreated. Jules whimpered, and he opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed. Luke grabbed his legs and put them over his shoulders, then he felt his cock probing his entrance. Finally, Jules thought. But Luke didn't enter him immediately. Jules looked up at his face and his breath caught. Luke was just staring down at him, the softest, love-struck look in his dark, dark blue eyes. Had ever seen a look that beautiful on him before? No, he hadn't.

Jules smiled and, with one hand on the back of Luke's head, brought his best friend down and kissed him, slow and thorough and deep. He put all the love he felt into that kiss. Luke groaned and melted into the kiss and shoved his rock-hard cock hard and deep inside Jules. Jules yelped into the kiss and Luke ate up the sound. He appreciated that Luke didnt move for a full minute after entering him. It gave him more than enough time to relax and get used to the huge invasion. But then Luke slowly pulled out, almost all the way. Without pause, he slammed back in, hard and fast, their bodies making a loud smack as the end of him found the end of Jules. Jules threw his head back and moaned as Luke found his prostate (G-spot). Luke must have figured it out, because he kept at that angle, his cock repeatedly stroking over that spot.

Jules couldn't seem to catch his breath long enough to moan anymore. He was getting too close too soon. He tried to tell Luke to slow down, but he found he couldn't get enough air to do more than make a croaking sound. His fists held onto the sheets in a grip so tight, his knuckles had turned white. Then Luke did the impossible: he heightened Jules' pleasure even more by grabbing his throbbing cock and jerking up and down, his grip very tight and his pace fast. Luke thrust his cock in and out of Jules, over his G-spot, fast and faster, hard and harder. It was too much. Jules exploded with a loud moan, his cum shooting so hard, you could hear the smack as it landed on Luke's face and chest. Luke exploded a second later, and Jules felt all that hot semen fill his ass in not one, not two, but three spurts. He shuddered and slumped down, panting hard. Luke fell on top of him, his cock slipping out. He managed to roll off Jules and Jules snuggled close to Luke, resting his head on his chest. They lay there like that for a few minutes, relearning how to breathe. When he could breath again, Jules chuckled.

"Something funny?" Luke asked.

"Nah. Just thinking."

"'Bout what?"

"Well, if I'd known the sex was that fucking incredible, I'd have realized I was gay and in love with you a long time ago."

Luke laughed quietly. "Yeah, it was great, wasn't it?"

"Great?" Jules mock glared at Luke.

"Well, you know, it could have been better.."

"Better? How?"

"Well...."

"Spit it out, Jenkins."

Luke gave a dramatic sigh. "Well, if you must know, you could have screamed, 'I love you, Luke' when you came, rather than just moaned real loud." Jules looked at Luke, really looked. He may have said it as a joke, but there was some truth to what he said. With a jolt, Jules realized he hadn't actually come out and said it yet. Well, he did, but that one didn't really count, since it came after the words 'I think'.

"I do, you know."

"You do what?"

Jules gazed deeply into Luke's eyes and said, "I love you. I love you, Luke. I don't know why I never saw it before. I mean, it was so obvious. When I need a babysitter, who do I ask? My brother? My mom? No, I ask you. If I happen to have an extra ticket to some game or concert, who do I take? You. When I hear a joke I like, I think, 'Hm, Luke would love this one.' I even sometimes fall asleep with a pair of eyes in my mind's eye. Until now, I never realized they were your eyes." Jules grabbed Luke's hand, entwining their fingers together. Bringing up their joined hands, he gently kissed Luke's. "I'm sorry I was blind for so long," he added quietly.

Luke, always the crier, smiled, the movement making a tear spill down his cheek. He closed his eyes and kissed Jules. Jules was only too happy to comply. But then just as it was getting heated, Luke broke the kiss. "I love you, too, Jules, more than anybody and anything. You have always been my white night in shining armor, saving me from nasty bullies, and saving me from the horrible environment my parents created. If it weren't for you, I would probably have given up a long time ago, but you were always there to console me, to push me to be better."

"Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Marry me."

"Wh-what?"

Jules grinned. "Marry me."

"But gay marriages aren't legal here in Ohio, are they?"

"Then we'll move to Boston, or somewhere else where it's legal."

"Eoin. What about Eoin? We can't just uproot him. I mean-"

"Luke, he's three. He's not in school yet. He adores you. My family adores you and would most likely let out their collective breaths and shout 'It's about damned time, man!' I can get a job at a garage anywhere. Have I touched on all your objections yet?"

Luke's lips twitched up in a big shit-eating grin as he said, "Yes."

"You sure? 'Cause I can think-"

Luke kissed Jules, effectively rocking Jules' world. "I said 'Yes.'"

"You said ye- Oh! You said yes!"

Luke laughed and kissed him again. "Yes, Jules, I will marry you. Nothing in this whole world would please me more than to be married to you."

"Fuck yeah!" Jules climbed on top of Luke and proceeded to show him just how happy his answer made him. It was Jules' turn to be on top....

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The next day, Jules and Luke stood in Jules' living room. Jules' brother, Seth, and their mother, Linda, both sat on the couch. Little Eoin sat on Seth's lap. They all new something important was about to be said. They just didn't know if it was going to be good or bad.

"Mom, Seth," Jules began. He looked down at his son. "Eoin. Luke and I have some very important news. We'll be moving to Boston, Mass and getting marrie-"

"You owe me fifty bucks, Ma," Seth said, smirking.

"Now hold it just a minute there, son. I bet they'd get together before New Years."

"I bet they'd get together before Christmas."

"Semantics. I'm your mother. I don't owe you anything."

"Hey! A bet's bet! You can't renege on a bet like that!"

"Watch me."

Jules and Luke just stood there through the whole exchange. Luke had to bite back a laugh, especially when he saw Jules' dumbfounded expression. He nudged his shoulder with his own. When he had his attention, Luke leaned in and kissed him, full on the mouth in front of everybody. They vaguely heard Seth snickering in the background.

Eoin was quiet, as if he were thinking about something. Then he grinned one of those big, infectious kid ear-to-ear grins. "Does this mean I get to have two Daddies now? Or do I call Luke Mommy?"

Jules broke the kiss, laughing. "Yes, you get to have two daddies now. Luke and myself."

"Cool!" He paused, then frowned. "Do they have panacakes in Boston, Daddy?"

"It's 'pancakes', Eoin. And yes, they have pancakes in Boston."