Knight of Ocean Avenue (27 page)

Billy stopped inside the door. “Wow.” The kitchen gleamed with every high-end gourmet appliance. A six-burner Viking range, a huge built-in refrigerator, and what looked like an appliance garage. Man, he’d like an appliance garage.

Shaz opened the fridge. “Don’t be too impressed. It’s all mostly for show to clients. I don’t cook a lot.” He waved a hand at the refrigerator contents, which seemed to consist largely of bottles of champagne. Shaz pulled one out and began to remove the foil. The cork popped. “Let’s celebrate, okay?”

Billy leaned against the counter. “What are we celebrating?”

“My release from the tower.” He poured champagne into two tall, slim glasses and extended one to Billy. “To the return of knights.”

Billy took the glass but shook his head. “That’s a lot to live up to.”

Shaz stepped closer and clinked their glasses. “You don’t have to live up to anything, darling. You just are it. Nothing I could do would change that.” Shaz sipped the golden liquid, then stretched up, slipped his other hand behind Billy’s neck, and went in for a kiss that tasted like champagne and Shaz.

Billy grinned under Shaz’s lips.

“What?”

“Back in the car, I was thinking how much I love the feel of stubble on your chin when we kiss.”

Shaz raised an eyebrow. “Well, that means two things. First, that I didn’t shave close enough. And second, that you really are gay.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too. I told my sister.”

“Rhonda?”

“No, Teresa. She’s my best friend.”

“I’ll have to get to know her better.”

God, he loved the sound of that. “How are you going to explain me to your friends?”

“First of all, Shaz never explains! And truly, the only thing I would ever have to explain is how I got such a gorgeous guy interested in me.” He grinned. “Of course, I will be dressing you from now on.”

Billy stared into his champagne. “I figured if I didn’t have you, I didn’t have anything to dress up for.”

“From here on out, we’re both going to shine.”

Billy leaned down and captured Shaz’s mouth again. He’d never get enough. He let his lips slide back and forth against Shaz’s. So soft and sweet. Shaz moaned and sucked on Billy’s lower lip.
Zap
. Instant hard-on. He pulled back. “Wow.”

“How about we go to bed and don’t quit fucking until sometime day after tomorrow?”

“That sounds very good. But the boys. I need to go home and feed them.”

“Hmm. Okay, here’s the plan. How about a fast, hard fuck, then we’ll go to your place, get the boys with all of their paraphernalia, and see how they like Chateau Shaz.”

“Really? They’ll get fur all over.”

“I love real fur—as long as it’s on four feet.”

“I’m still back on the fast, hard fuck.” Billy grinned.

Shaz set down his glass. “Race you.” He took off like a rabbit out of the open kitchen. Billy slammed his glass so hard it’s a wonder it didn’t break and took off after the flying red hair. He registered a beautiful, two-story living room full of supermodern furniture and a kind of weird dining room table before he raced up the stairs to an open hallway above. Shaz was disappearing into a room at the end of the hall, and Billy followed just in time to see shoes flying in one direction while a shirt landed on a side chair.
Good, time to watch the show
. He stopped and leaned against the doorjamb.

Shaz looked up and saw him, smiled seductively, and slowed his movements. He unfastened the belt on his tight black pants, unzipped, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the pants and started to pull. Clearly he’d grabbed his briefs too, because pale skin showed until—peek—over the top a pink cockhead appeared. He circled his hips, creating a dick dance, then pulled the pants a little farther down, showing a few inches of very swollen shaft.

Who’d have ever thought a cock could look so good to him? Billy held up a finger and covered the space between them in three steps. He dropped to his knees. True, he had little experience, but he knew what felt good and that was a soft, wet tongue. He leaned in and applied tip of tongue to tip of dick. “Umm, salty.”

“You make me leak, baby.”

“How could I have lived all these years without sucking this cock?” He wrapped his lips and pulled the flare of Shaz’s dick deep into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the firm ridge, then over the silky tip with the intriguing hole in it. Paused for a little exploration. When the tip of his tongue inserted into that inviting slit, Shaz started to shake.

With a huge push, Shaz shoved his pants down around his knees and started bobbing his dick into Billy’s mouth.

He pulled back a little so he didn’t choke and worked at taking more and more in. The feel on his tongue was fascinating. The tip so smooth while the shaft was kind of rough and bumpy with veins. And the smell. Man, Shaz must use his citrusy scent down here too, because the orange smell mixed with musk like a whole new cocktail. He could get drunk on this fast.

His nose hit smooth skin.
No hair?
He opened his eyes. “Ou aved.”

“What?”

He popped his lips off. “You shaved.”

“Waxed. I thought I’d try it. You like?” He sounded like he’d run a marathon.

“Shit, yes.” He sucked that swollen rod back in and got it all the way to his throat.

“You learn fast. Sweet heaven, you’re good.”

Music to his ears.

Shaz had a hand on the footboard of the bed, holding himself up. Billy fondled his balls while he sucked. This was fun.

“Oh God, yes. Jesus, don’t stop. So close. Yes, yes. Oh my God.”
Holy shit
. Hot fluid filled Billy’s mouth. He gasped, pulled back, and tried to swallow as more hot spunk landed on his cheek. He got some down, coughed, and then swallowed the rest.

Shaz sagged against the bed. “Oh my God. I think I just came my liver!”

Billy chuckled and licked cum from his lips.

Shaz petted his hair. “So sorry, Billy. I should have warned you to pull away.”

Billy shook his head and licked his lips. “No, I liked it. Just new, you know. I’ll get better next time.”

“You’re wonderful.” Shaz fell back onto the bed. “Just wonderful.” He waved a hand. “Condoms are in the nightstand drawer. Get that cock in my ass, gorgeous. Do it fast.”

Didn’t have to ask him twice. He toed his sneaks and ripped off his pants as he stumbled to the nightstand. With a quick sort through a couple of jars of lube and three dildoes—dildoes?—he found the condoms and rolled one on.
Tight
.

Shaz stretched out an arm, still lying on his back with his eyes half closed. “Sorry I don’t have extra large. We’ll buy some later.”

Billy’s throat tightened. Him and Shaz buying condoms and picking up cats. How great was that?
Okay, focus
. Fucking was on board. He turned and watched as Shaz drew his legs up tight beside his ears.
What a sight
. Hard white butt waving in the air. Long, perfectly muscled legs. “Holy crap, you are so beautiful.’

“Thank you, kind sir. I’m so relaxed you’ll barely need lube, but shove a little in there anyway.”

Billy grabbed one of the lube jars. “You’re prepared.”

“Closest I ever get to being a Boy Scout.’

Billy scooped the sticky gel. This was the fun part. Sitting beside Shaz, he wiped the lube against his pink, puckered hole, then slowly pushed in his finger.
Hot and tight
.

“Oh my, your finger is as big as some men’s cocks.”

Billy stared at his hand. “Poor guys.”

Shaz laughed, but it turned into a moan as Billy pulled his finger out, then pushed it back in. Shaz had told the truth about the relaxed part. His channel gripped Billy’s finger, but warm and smooth, not like a vise.

“I think I’m ready for something bigger now.”

Billy looked down at his own cock that stuck up like a lighthouse seeking lost ships. “I happen to have just the thing.”

“Well, get that thing in me, baby.”

Billy moved a funny, ragged stuffed animal Shaz had sitting on his bed to the side table, knelt behind Shaz, positioned his cock at his glistening hole, and pushed. Not much resistance and—
holy shit
. Tight and so very hot. “Ohhhhh.”

Shaz sighed. “Yeah. Just fuck me until you can’t see.”

Billy pulled out, then slowly pushed back in.

“Ohhh, baby. Right on the button.”

He did it again, harder this time. Jesus, his cock was on fire. “Oh man, why did I waste so much time being straight?”

Shaz laughed. “Fuck me, my sweet gay boy.”

He popped his hips, and heat flashed up his spine and into his head. His vision went black, but who needed to see? Shaz made sounds like Clancy on the back fence. “Ohhh, yeahhh, ummm, mooorrre. Fuck. Fuck harder.”

Shaz lassoed his legs around Billy’s waist and took the hammering in his ass with closed eyes and open mouth. He looked in heaven. How did that feel, getting a cock in your ass? What would it be like? How could anything feel better than this? He slid in deep and hard, then pulled out sloooow so he didn’t miss one tiny tingle of that perfect friction. Zings of ecstasy traveled across his nerves into his groin, balls, and up his spine until he followed Shaz’s direction perfectly. His eyes closed on their own, and all he saw was a white light full of sparkles of color. Then—
woosh
. The universe sucked back into his balls.
Holy crap!
“Shaz. God! I’m—yes!”

Shaz grabbed his own cock and pumped while Billy held his hips and bunny-fucked with little pounds, each one sliding Shaz’s hot hole over his nerve endings like liquid fire.

Billy threw his head back as lightning shot through his balls and out his cock. “Shit!” One, two, three pumps.

“Ooooh, Billy!” A small stream of jizz shot out of Shaz’s cock and hit him on the chin.

Billy giggled, then his body froze and eyes closed as the orgasm rode through him. “Unh. Ohh.” He fell forward onto his hands. Shaz grabbed him and pulled until he was lying on Shaz’s lean body. “I’ll squash you.”

“What a way to go.”

True words. True words
.

F
OUR
HOURS
later they had driven to Billy’s, collected the cats, cat boxes, cat food, cat toys, and oh yeah, underwear and some clothes for Billy. He changed at his place, and they went to dinner on their way back to Shaz’s with two cats sleeping in Shaz’s giant tote bag. The waiter knew Shaz well, so he pretended he didn’t see Clancy and Yerby.

Back at his house, Shaz installed the cat box on his service porch, put down two bowls of tuna and water on his pristine slate floor, and altogether made the boys feel at home. They returned the favor by curling up on a chair that had to have cost more than Billy made in six months.

Then the humans went to bed and acted out another chapter in the “let’s fuck until day after tomorrow” scenario. Slow and sweet this time. After another rocking orgasm, Billy drifted off for a couple of minutes.

When he opened his eyes, Shaz wasn’t beside him. He sat up and saw the smooth, bare back facing him from where Shaz sat cross-legged on the foot of the bed, staring into his lap.

“Figuring out how that thing manages to come three times in one afternoon?”

Shaz looked up. “What? Oh no. I’m looking at your drawing.”

Billy rested his elbows on his knees. “Yeah, well, I just wanted you to see what was possible in that building. I know an architect can come up with better ideas, but at least this will give you a grasp of what you can do.”

“It’s perfect.”

“No, not really.”

“Yes, really. You understand how I work, and you understand what I like. We have similar taste. This is brilliant.”

That made him feel good. “I’m glad you like it.”

“But could I afford it? It’s so great. Not likely.”

Billy scooted closer. “Actually, I used a lot of cost-cutting measures in materials selection. I know an architect who’ll do the drawings for damned cheap. Then you need a low cost contractor. It wouldn’t be that bad.”

Shaz looked up and grinned. “So let’s build it.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I can call the architect. Then he can put it out to bid with contractors.”

“No. No bids. You’re going to contract it.”

Billy frowned. “I’m not a contractor, and they fine you thousands of dollars for working without a license.”

Shaz gazed at him. “What could be more cost-effective than you contracting it yourself? You can keep me in check so I don’t spend too much money. And I’ll pay some of your fee in sex.”

“Shaz, I’m not a contractor.”

“But you will be a contractor, and I’m going to help you. What do you have to do?”

Billy’s whole stomach wrapped in a ball of panic. “You have to apply, pay the money, and take the test. But I can’t—”

“Can you apply online?”

“Yeah, but—”

“How much money?”

“Three hundred dollars, then a hundred eighty after the exam. And you have to put up a bond. I have that. And start-up money. I have some of that—”

Shaz jumped up. “And I have the rest! Come on.”

“Shaz.”

“Come on.”

Naked, Billy followed naked Shaz out of the bedroom and down the hall. The boys heard them talking and came to investigate, so they got in line and followed. Shaz turned right into another bedroom he had set up as an office. Before Billy could even stop him, he’d searched “contractor’s license” and was staring at the application form.

“Shaz.”

“Let’s start filling this out.”

“I already have.”

Shaz turned to him. “What?”

“I’ve filled that form out about fifty times. I even paid the money a couple of times. When I get to the test, it’s all over.”

“Not this time.”

“How do you figure that?”

“This time you have me.”

Billy frowned and sat in the guest chair in front of the desk. Yerby jumped up on his lap. “Ow, boy, watch the claws on the balls.” He gazed at Shaz. “I know you can perform magic, Shazam, but trust me, I’ve tried. I take the practice tests and ace ’em. But I tried once to walk into the testing room and about blacked out. I just can’t do it.’