Fire and Rain (13 page)

“Who’s ready for dinner?” Kip asked.

Isaac jumped to his feet. “Me!”

“How about you?” Kip asked Jos as he scooped Isaac into his arms.

“I’m a little hungry. I ate what you left a few hours ago.” Jos followed them out of the room, his heart feeling a little lighter. He really wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the fact that in some ways he had been lucky, or at least things hadn’t been as bad as they could have been.

KIP MADE
pasta for dinner, which Isaac seemed to wear more of than he ate. After they were done, Kip sent them upstairs so Jos could give Isaac a bath and then put his brother to bed. Jos wasn’t particularly tired when he was done, so he helped Kip down in the kitchen and then joined him in the living room.

The two of them sat together on the sofa and watched television. Jos had slept all day, so as the evening went on, his body and mind came awake. The sickly sleepiness and haze that he’d been in for the last day vanished, and Jos was hyperaware of Kip. He’d been carrying the blanket around with him, but he folded it up and leaned against Kip, letting his warmth surround him. He wasn’t sure if Kip would be welcoming or not, but he went with the memory of his kiss the night before. Kip put his arm around his shoulders, and Jos sighed and closed his eyes.

“How long has it been since you were cared for? Really cared for?” Kip asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe before Mom got pregnant with Isaac. I’m not sure.”

“What about your boyfriend?” Kip asked.

“That didn’t last long, with Mama’s anger. Back in high school I had a girlfriend. Well, she was more a special friend than a real girlfriend. She knew I was gay, and we were close friends, so she helped me keep up appearances so no one would bully me and stuff. When we graduated, she went to Cal Tech on a scholarship. I lost track of her when she went on to her new life. Since then I’ve just been trying to survive.” It felt like his life had been one long struggle, and right now, at this moment, he could breathe, because of Kip.

“I can understand that. But surviving isn’t living,” Kip told him. “And you need to let yourself live.”

Jos chuckled. “I have no idea what that means. Survival sometimes took all the energy I had. Maybe that’s why I got sick. I didn’t have anything left.”

Kip lightly touched his chin, and Jos lifted his gaze until it met Kip’s. “You don’t have to do everything alone. Not anymore. You have friends who can help you.”

Jos wanted to believe that more than anything. He was so tired of worrying about their next meal or if Isaac was going to be safe or if they were going to be put out in the cold. Jos nodded, and Kip leaned a little closer. Jos’s eyes slid closed and he waited.

When Kip’s lips touched his, it was like a shock went through him. He had been contemplating getting the blanket because he’d been feeling a little cold, but within seconds he was warm. A moan reached his ears, and Jos realized it came from him. He sounded so needy to his own ears, but Kip must have liked it, because he held him tighter, deepening the kiss. Jos wound his arms around Kip’s solid midsection.

“You taste good,” Kip murmured.

“Must be the chocolate cake you made,” Jos said, opening his eyes.

“No. I think it’s you,” Kip whispered. “But I’ll need to run a test to know for sure.” He smiled and leaned closer.

“Test away,” Jos agreed, and Kip kissed him once more, shifting until he pressed Jos back on the cushions. Kip’s weight combined with the intense kisses and then his hands under Jos’s T-shirt roaming over his chest had him shaking harder than he had at the height of his fever.

“Damn,” Kip gasped when he broke the kiss, burning his gaze into Jos’s. “You’re something else. You have goose bumps wherever I touch you.”

“Well…,” Jos began. “I’ve fantasized about being touched like that.”

“No one has ever touched you like this before?”

Jos shook his head. “Sex has always been… rushed.”

Kip backed away and climbed off the sofa. Jos was surprised and blinked, wondering what he’d done wrong. Kip helped him up and took him by the hand, leading him out of the room. “We aren’t going to do this here.” Kip turned off the television and the lights as they went, closing up the house as he led him up the stairs.

Kip stepped into the room and peeked at Isaac, who was sound asleep with Weeble and Pistachio next to him. He closed the door most of the way and then led Jos to his bedroom. He stopped at the door, turned toward him, and drew Jos into his arms. It felt so good to be held and to let someone else take the lead.

When Kip lifted him off his feet, Jos wound his legs around his waist, and Kip’s groan rumbled deep. Jos joined him, returning the kiss as Kip supported his ass with his big, strong hands. He walked him to the bed and stood there, kissing him so deeply Jos felt it in his heart. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since I first brought you home.”

“But….”

Kip stroked the hair out of Jos’s eyes, smoothing it back and then stroking down his cheek. “I’ll never forget as long as I live the moment you moved that blanket away and I first saw your eyes. They touched me, and I know it sounds stupid, but if I never saw you again, I know I’d remember your eyes forever.” Kip leaned in to kiss him once again.

“I’m sorry I worried you last night,” Jos said.

“You really did. I sat in the chair beside the bed for hours.”

Jos stilled completely. “I didn’t even know you were there.”

“I know. But I was worried and didn’t want to leave you alone. I put Isaac in my bed, and I spent the night either on the sofa or in the chair. You had a fever, and I was worried you might need to go to the hospital. Then you finally settled down and began to sleep deeply. Every few hours I checked your temperature and then fell asleep myself.”

“But why?”

Kip smiled. “You fascinate me. Getting you to smile is the highlight of my day because when you do, you light up and you flash me your dimples.”

“I do not,” Jos countered, trying not to smile.

“See?” Kip said when he failed and pressed lightly on his cheeks. “Dimples.” Kip turned and set him on the edge of the bed. Then he pushed him back, leaning over, with heat swirling in his eyes. “Damn, I said you were beautiful, but you’ve never looked better to me than right here, right now, in my bed.”

“I do?”

“Oh, yeah. You look amazing in my bed.” Kip tugged Jos’s shirt up over his head.

Jos had always thought he was skinny and plain. He never let anyone see him with his shirt off if he could help it. Jos had already seen Kip, with his strong, manly chest, flat belly, and narrow hips. He longed to see him again and feel Kip’s skin on his own, but he kept wondering what Kip would think of him. From the smile and then the lick up his chest followed by a swirl of his tongue around one of his nipples, Kip seemed happy with what he saw and felt.

“I knew you’d be beautiful.”

“Not like you,” Jos said as he worked the buttons of Kip’s shirt until they parted and he was able to push it over his rounded shoulders and down his thick arms.

“Hey, we’re all different. If I wanted a guy that looked like me, I’d go to the gym and try to meet someone. Instead, I kept my eyes to home, and look what the fairies brought to my doorstep.”

Jos giggled. “The fairies? Are you saying something about my manhood?”

“No,” Kip chuckled. “When I was a kid, I asked my grandmother how she found Grandpa and knew he was the one she wanted to marry. She said it was fairies. She had never looked at Grandpa, and then one day he was outside when she walked by. It was like she’d been hit by a spell, so she always said that fairies opened her eyes to the man Grandpa was.”

“So you figured the fairies delivered me to you? Don’t you think they’d pick someone better?”

“Grandma said never to question the fairies. They get angry and vengeful. Just take what they give and be grateful and happy. She always said that she was.” Kip grinned and kissed away his protest.

Jos figured if Kip believed in fairies and thought he was a gift from them, who was he to pop his bubble? After all, the way he plucked at Jos’s nipples had him groaning and pulling Kip tighter. They kissed harder, because all Jos wanted to do was scream, and if they woke up Isaac, that would put a damper on their amorous activities in a hurry.

Kip lifted Jos and positioned him higher on the bed. Jos gasped when Kip licked down to his belt, pulling it open and then teasing the line of skin just above his pants. Jos’s belly fluttered with anticipation and he pulled in his stomach, loosening his pants around the waist in the hope that Kip would get the message and accept his silent invitation. But Kip seemed in no hurry, stroking his hands up to Jos’s chest and then down his belly again and again until Jos was sure he was going to go out of his mind.

His cock throbbed. Jos couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this close to coming in his pants. Sex hadn’t really been a part of his life since Isaac had come to live with him, and frankly, Jos hadn’t thought much about it before meeting Kip. In fact, for weeks he’d done his best to hide who he was and to protect himself and Isaac by staying under the radar. That was the exact opposite of what he wanted now.

Jos moaned softly when Kip ran his fingers along the top of his pants. “Are you going to do something or just drive me crazy?” Jos asked as his frustration got the better of him.

“Oh, I’ll do something,” Kip teased, licking a small circle and then dipping his tongue into Jos’s belly button. “How about I follow this trail….” His words fell off, and Jos held completely still as Kip began to open his pants. He didn’t dare move in case Kip changed his mind. “You’re okay with this?” Kip asked.

“God, yes…,” Jos breathed, and Kip undid his pants, tugging the fabric apart and then pulling them away.

“Jesus,” Kip whispered as he pulled Jos’s pants past his hips and ran his lips over Jos’s briefs-enclosed cock.

Jos swallowed. “Is something wrong?” Jos asked, hoping like hell Kip was as turned on as he was.

“Wrong?” Kip lifted his gaze. “Sweetheart…. Let’s just say I like your proportions.” Kip lifted the waistband of Jos’s underwear, then sucked on the head of his cock, which was already peeking out. “Damn.”

“Oh,” Jos breathed. “I guess I’m okay.”

Kip pulled his lips away, much to Jos’s disappointment, and kissed him once again, hard, possessively and yet sweetly, and with enough intensity to send ripples down his spine and legs. “You’re amazing from head to toe, and don’t doubt that.” Kip kissed him again and then worked his way back down Jos’s body, the licks and kisses becoming more and more intense until Kip sucked the head of Jos’s cock between his lips and kept going, taking more and more of him until Jos gasped for air.

“Kip,” Jos squeaked.

Kip hummed around him. “Fuck, you’re big,” he said with a groan, backing away.

“You don’t have to if—” Jos began, but Kip took him again, deep and long, until Jos shook with the energy from him. His body was on fire, and he hoped like hell it wasn’t his fever returning. Then he realized it was—a fever, a need, for Kip. The way Kip touched him sent fire running to his brain, and there was nothing Jos could do to stop it. “Kip, I’m not….” Jos gasped and closed his eyes, trying to prolong what could not be put off. His cock had already been sensitive from all Kip’s teasing and the fact that Jos had ignored it for weeks. He balanced on the edge and ran his hands though Kip’s soft hair, trying to warn him.

Kip backed away and stroked hard and fast. “Open your eyes. I want you to see me when you come.” Jos did, and the passion in Kip’s eyes was the last straw. He came in a mind-numbing rush, thrusting into Kip’s fist.

Jos lay on the bed, unable to move, half floating, with Kip stroking his cheek. He felt Kip shift on the bed, and then he kissed him. Light kisses deepened quickly, and Jos tugged at Kip’s jeans, desperate to have them off.

Kip helped and soon he was naked, lying on top of him. Jos stilled his movements and motioned for him to roll over. Kip lay on his back and Jos sat next to him. “It’s my turn to look,” he groaned and swallowed hard. Kip was male perfection. “They should make statues of you.”

“Yeah, I can just see that,” Kip said.

Jos ran his fingers over Kip’s chest and then down his belly, tracing the lines on his stomach.

Kip laughed and actually tried to move away.

“Ticklish?” Jos asked and grinned. “I’ll remember that for later.” He continued his explorations, which ended with cupping Kip’s heavy balls in one hand and wrapping the other around his thick cock. “Imagine you as a statue, standing in a square. There’d be so many accidents.”

“I wouldn’t be naked.”

“You make your imaginary statue, and I’ll make mine.” Jos licked up Kip’s length and then took his cock in his mouth, sliding it over his tongue. Salty bitterness burst on his palate, and Jos slid his lips down farther, stretching to accommodate his girth. The man was a mouthful, and Jos loved all of it. He swirled his tongue around the head and slid his lips along the shaft to a chorus of groans and muttered curses.

“God, just suck me,” Kip moaned.

Jos had always been good at taking instruction.

Kip’s reaction was heady, adding excitement, and Jos sucked harder, loving the way Kip’s fat cock filled his mouth. He wondered more than once how he’d feel inside him, and his butt throbbed with excited anticipation combined with nerves that he pushed away, determined not to let what had happened a few days earlier intrude on his happiness with Kip.

“Yes!” Kip hissed and thrust upward, pushing off the bed. Jos relaxed his mouth and let Kip move, taking in his half-lidded eyes and open mouth as he filled the room with sounds that were as melodic as any song he’d ever heard. “Gonna….” Kip groaned and pulled away. Jos dove onto him, taking him deep and swallowing hard as Kip tumbled into his release.

Jos let Kip slip from between his lips as Kip panted and tried to catch his breath. Jos loved that he’d stolen it away. Jos lay down next to him. The window across from the bed was open slightly, and a cool breeze blew over his now hot skin. It felt amazing, and after a few minutes, once they had a chance catch their breath, Kip rolled onto his side and engulfed Jos in his arms.