Too Soon For Love (6 page)

Robby and Phillip chat each other up.

Phillip was telling a story about his days managing his own theatre company. It was a story Michael had heard dozens of times, but he smiled and laughed in all the appropriate places because the telling wasn’t for him, the telling was for Robby.

And clearly from Robby’s delighted laughter and enthusiastic responses, Phillip’s magic was working on the young man.

By the time they were crossing the lobby on the way to the elevator, the thrill of what was about to happen, along with that second margarita, had overpowered his nervousness and Michael began to get into the spirit.

He couldn’t believe Phillip wanted to have a threesome. In all the time they’d been together, they had never done anything like this, had never even talked about it, not seriously, or he hadn’t thought it was serious. But here they were, the two of them and Robby, waiting for the elevator.

“We’ll need condoms,” Phillip said. He dug in his pocket, produced his wallet.

“Put your money away. I’ll get them,” Robby said. “What’s your room number? I’ll meet you up there.”

Once they were alone in the elevator, Phillip slipped his arms around Michael’s waist and tugged him close. “So, how do you like our boy toy?

“Seems like a nice kid. Quite a yacker though.”

Phillip chuckled. “Yeah, he is.” He rubbed his lips over Michael’s. “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, kind of. I know you are.” Michael rubbed his cheek against the scratchy silk of Phillip’s beard and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“What makes you say that?” Phillip angled their bodies so Michael could feel the bulge of his burgeoning erection.

“Honestly, I couldn’t care less.”

“Liar.” Michael laughed. He combed his fingertips through the thick pelt of Phillip’s chest hair. “I’ve never been in a threesome
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before.”

“I know. That’s why I suggested it. I thought you’d enjoy it.”

Phillip kissed him. “And Robby is very pretty.”

“Prettier than me?” Michael ground their cocks together through their shorts.

Phillip’s fingers flexed on Michael’s ass. “No one is prettier than you, my love.”

They weren’t upstairs more than five minutes before someone knocked and Phillip went to open the door.

“Hey, this room’s a lot nicer than mine.” Robby walked to the open terrace door and let out a low whistle. “Great view too.”

From where he lay on the bed, Michael heard Phillip cross the room to where Robby was standing near the door.

“It’s a mini-suite,” Phillip said. “You got the condoms?”

Suddenly it got very quiet. In the distance, Michael heard the waves crashing against the beach. In the room, he heard the soft
zzt
of a zipper being opened. What were they doing?

Someone was getting naked. Maybe they both were.

Michael’s heart began to pound. They were really going to do this, the three of them. His cock, which had begun to soften, perked up again. He reached down and stroked it through his shorts.

“Why don’t you go lay down with Michael. I’ve been imagining how the two of you will look together ever since I saw you out at the pool.”

The mattress dipped. Robby crawled up next to Michael and stretched out. He covered the hand Michael was using to stroke himself. “You going to keep that all to yourself, or can I help you with it?”

Michael smiled and slid his hand out from under Robby’s. “I guess you can help.”

Robby traced the shape of Michael’s dick then ran a fingertip down its length and hummed his approval before deftly flicking too soon FoR Love
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open the button of Michael’s shorts and tugging down the zipper.

The feel of Robby’s hand, a stranger’s hand, on his cock made Michael feel itchy and excited. What would Robby taste like? Be like? What would his mouth feel like on Michael’s cock? Of course he would get to find out. Would Phillip want to fuck the pretty blond? Of course he would. Why else get the condoms?

Robby pushed at Michael’s shorts. “Lift up and let’s get these off you.”

Michael complied. A hot flush rose to his cheeks as his shorts were dragged down his legs and off, his nakedness revealed.

Not that he was embarrassed, he knew he had a pretty good body. Phillip said so often enough. But Robby was essentially a stranger, a younger stranger, and his body would be exquisite as only the most toned and youthful bodies were.

Robby hummed his approval. He fisted his fingers around Michael’s cock and gave it a stroke. “So are you going to remain incognito while I suck your cock, or what?”

“What?”

“The dark glasses, dude. Will you take them off so I can see you?”

“Oh.” Michael felt a flush rise to his cheeks.

“Michael is blind,” Phillip snapped. “He wears dark glasses because the light hurts his eyes.”

“Oh.” Robby paused and his hand slid away from Michael’s dick. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I thought …”

Michael didn’t have to be able to see the kid’s face to sense his embarrassment. “You thought what?”

“Nothing. It was nothing.”

“No, say it.”

“I guess I thought you two were just really romantic with all the hand holding and everything. I’m a moron. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Really.” Michael pulled off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. “I don’t need them in here, but sometimes I
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forget I have them on.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to take them off. I didn’t know--”

“It’s fine.” Michael reached out, found Robby’s hand and took it. He felt bad for the kid who was clearly mortified. “I told you, I don’t really need them inside. C’mere.”

He pulled Robby back down to lay beside him and reached for him. Robby was already naked, already hard.

Michael ran his hands down Robby’s back and over his hips.

He was slim but strong, his muscles the long, lean kind. His body had only the lightest dusting of hair. He was physically as different from Phillip as he could be.

It was thrilling to touch him, to run his hands over all that youthful perfection. Michael’s balls tightened and his cock throbbed.

“Are you a runner?”

“Swimmer.” Robby pressed close. Their cocks slid together and both men gasped at the contact.

Michael cupped Robby’s cheek, leaned in and kissed him. Lips parted, tongues tangled, the taste of tequila and man, a different man, flooded over Michael. It was shocking and arousing, and the two of them began to hump against each other.

“That’s it, boys, my pretty boys. That’s the way.” The mattress dipped and Phillip’s big body pressed against Michael’s back. The hair on his chest and legs felt prickly in contrast with Robby’s nearly smooth flesh.

“I knew you two would be gorgeous together.” Phillip slid his hand over Michael’s hip, reached around and gripped their two cocks together. As he began to stroke, he pressed the hot length of his cock along the crack of Michael’s ass.

Pinned between the two of them, Michael squirmed, thrusting against Robby and into Phillip’s hand, rocking back against his lover’s gorgeous cock, he was in heaven.

Phillip leaned over Michael’s shoulder and insinuated himself into the kissing. The erotic excitement of kissing and being kissed too soon FoR Love
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by two men brought Michael to the edge of his control.

Gasping, he tore his mouth away from theirs. “Gonna come

… Oh, God.”

“Not yet, baby,” Robby murmured. “Want you to fuck me.”

Michael paused. His surprise must have shown on his face because Phillip chuckled.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah.” Robby’s hand cupped Michael’s cheek. His thumb traced the cheekbone. “I want your cock up my ass while daddy fucks my face. That okay with you?”

✧ ✦ ✧

The daddy thing had really thrown him, Michael remembered.

Not enough that he didn’t do it. Hell, he could have come just from the way Phillip groaned when Robby said that. And Phillip had liked the daddy thing. A lot. In fact, after they got home, he had tried to get Michael to call him daddy during sex, but he’d balked. He hadn’t balked at many things Phillip wanted, especially in the bedroom, but that? It just felt too weird.

Michael turned the condom over in his hand then slipped it back in the box and closed the lid. Certainly that’s where the condoms had come from, that long ago trip to Mexico. Phillip had just hung onto them, that’s all.

And why did he do that?
A little voice in Michael’s head whispered.

Why did he still have a box of two-year old condoms buried in his underwear drawer? As long as we’re talking about things that are just too weird, how about that?

Michael slammed a mental door on that little voice. Too much imagination, that was his problem. He needed to save the what ifs for his fiction where they belonged.

Before he folded down the flaps on the second box of underwear, Michael returned to the dresser. He slipped his hand into the drawer just to make sure he’d gotten everything, which was when he found the book.

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He recognized it immediately as Phillip’s journal. He knew because he’d given Phillip the leather-bound book and a gold pen to replace the cardboard composition book and cheapo Bick pen he’d lost during that same trip to Mexico, when half their luggage went missing on the way home.

Michael lifted the journal from the drawer, and forgetting everything else, sat on the edge of the bed with the book cradled against his chest.

If only he could read it. Not because of any curiosity about what was written there, but because reading Phillip’s words might bring him closer, might soothe the constant ache of loneliness and grief he now carried with him wherever he went.

Michael opened the journal and ran his fingertips over a random page. There were words written there, he could feel the indentation left by the pen. Phillip’s pen. Phillip’s words. Words he couldn’t read, not without help, help he could never ask for because who could he ask? Jane? Karen? That was so not going to happen.

Or Alan.

He could ask Alan to read Phillip’s journal for him. He could trust Alan to be discreet, couldn’t he? Of course he could.

Except …

Goddamn it! He didn’t want anyone reading Phillip’s journal; didn’t want to share his lover’s most intimate thoughts with anyone else, not even Alan.

No, this he would keep for himself even if he wouldn’t ever know what it said.

Michael closed the journal, replaced it in the empty dresser drawer and left the bedroom.

Alan stared down at his nearly new sneaker. Some very noticeable chew marks and a few actual tooth holes now marred the leather.

“This is bad.” He slapped the shoe against his thigh and winced at the sting.

Oscar stared up at him, his big doggy eyes filled with regret.

It looked like regret—but who knew?

“How did this happen? I only left you alone for five minutes.”

Alone with a pair of defenseless shoes, but still.

Oscar said nothing. The tip of his tail twitched.

“Don’t you dare wag that tail at me, pal. I’m mad at you.”

The dog hung his head. Then, with a huge sigh, laid down and settled his chin on his paws. From the floor he followed Alan with his eyes as he threw the sneaker in the trash-can then stalked back to the bedroom door.

He turned, pointed at Oscar and scowled. “You stay right there, and don’t even think about chewing anything else.”

In the bedroom, he chose a belt from the rack on the inside of the closet door and threaded it through the loops of his Levis. Hangers scraped along the clothes-bar as he considered, then rejected three different shirts, before selecting one made of some very soft and comfy flannel. The shirt was yellow with thin stripes in a paler yellow, and had no collar.

Not until he turned to study his reflection in the mirror did it strike him, Michael wouldn’t notice or care what color his shirt was, or even if he wore a shirt at all.

For God’s sake, he could wear a rhinestone-encrusted breastplate and it wasn’t likely to make an impression on a blind guy.
Doofus
.

Besides, this was not a date. He was going over there to read
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the mail, that’s all.

Alan’s gaze fell on the bottle of cologne sitting atop his dresser. Normally, he wasn’t much of a cologne guy, but cologne was something Michael would notice.

He picked up the bottle and removed the cap. Sniffed. It smelled good, and he spritzed some on.

Did Michael even like cologne on other men? Ah well, too late to worry about that now.

When Michael answered the door, Alan’s libido jumped up and did a little dance.

Whoa, down boy
.

Once more he reminded himself that he was only there to read the mail. But with Michael looking positively lickable in a long-sleeve black t-shirt and faded jeans, worn indecently thin in certain strategic places, it was going to be hard to remember that the only things he was likely to be licking tonight were the flaps of envelopes.

“Hey, Michael. It’s Alan Stuart.”

Michael nodded. “Yeah, I recognize your voice. C’mon in.”

Alan followed Michael through the foyer and into a cozy book-lined room. A large fireplace took up almost one entire wall, and cushy leather furniture was grouped around a low coffee table. A long oak-topped counter with built-in shelves and drawers held a laptop, fax machine and printer/copier. The laptop was open as if he’d interrupted Michael’s work.

“Nice … library?” Alan guessed.

“This was Phillip’s study.” Michael walked to the counter, picked up a pile of mail and brought it over to the coffee-table.

“Pull up a rock, Alan. Want a beer, or coffee maybe?”

“No, thanks, I’m good.” Alan sat on the couch. The cushions sighed under him. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your work. I guess I’m a little early. It’s a character flaw.”

“My work?” Michael lifted a brow.

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