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Seven. A Touch of Déjà Vu.

I had been at home for just over a week when things finally came to a head and my life changed forever. During the week, Liam had continued to be his usual pleasant self while I had sunk further and further into my depression. My father had watched helplessly until he couldn’t take it anymore and on the Saturday afternoon, unknown to me, he took positive steps to try and fix the situation.
“Liam?” He called from his office. “A quick word if you don’t mind. There is something I need your opinion on,” Liam, who was reading in the living room, rose and ambled through to the office.
I watched Liam stroll out of the living room from my refuge in the window seat. The beat of my heart quickened as it did whenever my attention was drawn to him. Over the last few weeks, I had become used to it. I controlled my breathing and closed my eyes. My heart gradually slowed to its normal rate.
Then the telephone rang. I ignored it because I knew that my father would take the call in his office. Nothing happened, the phone continued to ring. Answer it, damn it, I mentally pleaded, but it continued to ring annoyingly. Finally, I rose and picked up the receiver. The caller wanted my father so I told him to hold on, put the handset down and made my way through to the office. As I neared the door, I heard Liam’s voice.
“ . . . and you’re okay with it then, Doug?” He was saying. “God knows, I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.”
“Liam, nothing would make me happier so go for it,” my father remarked. “You know that I’ve always thought of you as family.”
“Thank you,” Liam responded. “The next question is: how are we going to handle it?”
“That is entirely up to you,” my father said, “I trust your judgment and I’m sure you’ll do the right thing.”
I knocked on the door and walked in. Liam turned to face me and smiled.
“Dad?” I said, “There’s a call for you. It’s Mr. Carrington.”
“Damn!” He replied. “I’d forgotten about him. Liam, if you’ll excuse me, I really have to take this call. We can talk some more later.”
“Sure,” Liam replied and made for the door.
I quickly turned and walked out in front of him and went back to the window seat. Liam resumed his seat in the living room and picked up his book. I watched him surreptitiously from under my brows. In my biased eyes, he was the most wonderful thing that I’d ever seen. Some vital organ deep within me ruptured and tore as I watched him. He was beyond my reach and it was killing me slowly.
“I can feel you staring,” he said softly without raising his eyes from his book.
I kept silent and averted my gaze.
He must think I’m a lovesick idiot with a teenage crush. But I knew that it was more than that. I loved him so much that it was making me ill. I couldn’t understand how he could sit there totally at ease and uncaring, knowing how I felt about him. The man must have skin as thick as a brick wall.
My father came through just then and plonked himself down in an armchair.
“That man irritates me, but he is one of my best clients, so I have to swallow his crap,” he sighed. “Hurry the day when I can retire.”
Neither Liam nor I responded. I gazed out of the window. The horses were in the paddock and Charlie, one of our hands, was pacing a beautiful roan.
There was long uncomfortable silence.
“Oh Liam,” my father began. “could I ask you to take a walk down to the pump house on the river and check the pump out. It’s been a little erratic lately. I’ve been meaning to do it but I haven’t had the time.”
Liam put his book down and rose.
“Sure,” he said, “I could do with a walk.”
There was a short silence and I could sense that there was some sort of odd exchange going on between Liam and my father. I turned to face them. Liam was still standing by his chair and my father was sitting in the armchair. They were both watching me.
“Take Kevin with you,” he said, “He could do with the exercise.”
“No thanks,” I replied. “I’m not really up to it.”
The thought of walking nearly a mile in Liam’s company, just the two of us alone, scared me.
“And I think you should,” my father said grimly. “You haven’t left the house in days.”
“Really, Dad, I . . . !” I began but my father cut me off.
“I’m not asking you Kevin, I’m telling you,” he said harshly. “Now get up off your sorry butt and go with Liam.”
I knew from experience that it was no use arguing with him when he got like this, so I got up slowly and made my way to the door. I went out onto the deck and waited for Liam. He seemed to be taking an awfully long time coming out of the house. Finally, he ambled out and we started down the path to the river.
Liam walked at a steady pace, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. I followed him a little listlessly. We walked on for about ten minutes and in that time, he pulled ahead of me a little. Then he stopped and waited for me to catch up. He watched me as I drew level with him.
“Come on, lazy-bones,” he smiled. “You’re slacking.”
I scowled at him as I walked past him.
“Ouch!” He remarked with a soft laugh. “That hurt. Hang on while I remove the daggers from my cheekbones.”
“Ha ha!” I grumbled and picked up my pace. The quicker we got to the pump house, the quicker I could get back.
At last, we reached the pump house and I sat on a log near the river while Liam checked the pump out. A few minutes later, he came out wiping his hands on a bit of old rag.
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” he remarked, puzzled. “I don’t know what your father was on about.”
“One of the hands probably fixed it,” I said offhandedly.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Probably.”
There was a short silence in which I could feel his eyes on my back.
“Come on, Kev,” he finally said, “let’s go.”
I rose and started back up the path to the house.
“Hang on a second!” Liam called out. “Seeing as we’re down here, there’s something I want to show you.”
I stopped and turned to face him my hands on my hips.
“No thanks,” I replied. “And I hardly think there’s anything on this ranch that I haven’t seen already, so can we go back now?”
“Come on, Kev, it won’t take a minute,” he said softly. “I’m not your father so I’m not telling you, I’m asking you as a friend.”
His icy eyes had a pleading light in them so I gave in.
He led me along the river bank and after about ten minutes we reached the beach where we had spent the day those seven long years ago. I stopped on the path, reluctant to go down onto the sand. I had stopped coming here about two years ago. The memories I had of this beach, although pleasant, were too close to my heart for me to handle. Liam walked out onto the sand and plopped down cross-legged. He looked at me and patted the sand next to him. I reluctantly walked onto the sand and sat down. What the hell was he up to, I thought. Why had he brought me here?
“So,” I began. “What is it that you want to show me.”
He laughed. “Actually, nothing,” he turned to me. “I just wanted to bring you down here.”
“Why?” I asked, puzzled.
“For various reasons,” he said and then was silent.
“Well, what are they?” I asked, getting a little annoyed at his easy casualness.
“We’ll get to them but first I want to know why you were staring at me earlier,” he said.
A sudden strong feeling of déjà vu washed over me.
“No reason,” I said and shrugged. “I . . . uh . . . was trying to read the name of the book you were reading,” I finished lamely.
“Okay,” he said unconvinced. I turned to him.
“Liam,” I asked, “If we’re done, I’d like to go home now.”
“Not so fast,” he said, “Let me tell you why we’re here. First; I like it here. Second; we really need to talk, and third;” here he paused, “there is something that I have to do but I’ll get to that just now.”
The ensuing long silence was deafening. He lay back and rested his weight on his elbows, his legs stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.
“So talk already, so I can go back home,” I said irritably.
“Patience, Kevin, patience,” he smiled. “Must you be in such a hurry all the time. Let’s take it one step at a time.”
I turned and glared at him. He was watching me carefully.
“You’re the one who’s trying my patience right now,” I said sharply.
“Alright. About my first point. Do you know why I like it here?” He asked, his eyes on me. I shook my head.
“Not really, no,” I said.
“Well I’ll tell you,” he smiled, a slow lazy smile. “Once long ago, I spent one of the best days of my life here. I’ll never forget it.”
“Really? And when was that?” I asked, even though I had an idea as to which day he was referring.
He smiled again. “I would have thought that you’d remember it considering that we were both here that day.”
Why was he doing this? Was he getting some sort of perverse pleasure out of torturing me?
“Of course I remember,” I whispered. “I’ll never forget it.”
There was another short silence.
“And do you remember what happened?” He asked softly.
I went cold. Now he was rubbing salt into the wounds.
“Liam please . . . don’t do this,” I pleaded.
He sat up suddenly and glared at me.
“Do what?” He asked harshly. “Talk to you? You’re not getting off so lightly this time so talk to me, Kevin!” His voice rose to a controlled shout. “Tell me what you want from me and stop mooning about like the world is coming to an end. And for fuck’s sake, stop beating about the bush and tell me the truth for once. Case in point, the book I was reading? You lent it to me yesterday so you know what it’s called.”
Anger rose in me like the unrelenting waters of a flood.
“Will you stop yelling at me!” I said loudly.
“I’ll stop when you talk to me and tell me what you want, Kevin,” he shouted.
“Considering that Simon opened his big yap, I hardly think it’s necessary for me to tell you what I want,” I jumped up to my feet and said angrily. “But I will if you like. Do you want me to get down on my knees ‘sir’; because if it’ll make any difference, I will.”
“Kevin, stop it!” He stood up and faced me.
“No!” I yelled. “Why should I? You started this, God knows why. Maybe you’re getting a kick out of taunting me, I don’t know, but I’m going to finish it! I remember every single detail of what happened here seven years, two months, one week and three days ago. I can’t tell you how many hours or minutes it is because I don’t know what time it is now.”
He stared at me.
”How’s that for remembering? I also remember that you had on a pair of blue shorts. I remember that you kissed me and I remember thinking that it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. I remember what you said to me afterwards, word for word and . . . ! I stopped and took a deep breath. “And I remember that that was the day that I . . . I . . . !”
I faltered, unable to finish.
“Was it really seven years, two months . . . !” He began casually but I cut him off.
“Oh for God’s sake, didn’t you hear a single thing I said?” I yelled.
“Will you stop shouting! And yes,” he growled, “I heard you, every word. And now it’s my turn.”
He jumped up and grabbed my shoulders in a firm grip.
“First; I know how much that day means to you because your father told me,” he said.
Why the hell can’t the people close to me keep their big mouths shut?
“Second; I just told you how much it means to me,” he continued. “And third:” He stopped his blue eyes on mine. “Well I guess I’ll just have to do the third.”
Then he pulled me close to him, his fingers digging into my shoulders, and he kissed me.
I stiffened as his tongue forced its way past my lips and into my mouth. His hand dropped to my groin and he fondled my genitals roughly. His kiss was brief and hard and not pleasant. Then he released me quickly and I stumbled back stunned. My lips felt bruised and I could taste him in my mouth. My cock, despite his rough handling, jumped and stiffened in my pants. I glared at him. His eyes were dark and completely veiled. Anger at his casual treatment of me turned to blinding rage and I flew at him, slammed my hands against his chest and shoved him backwards.
“Don’t do that!” I screamed.
He caught himself before he overbalanced and came at me like a steamroller. He gripped the tops of my arms painfully.
“I’ll do as I bloody well please,” he growled dangerously, his face close to mine. “And you can’t stop me.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I said loudly, desperately trying to control my rage.
“I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me,” he said, his eyes dark.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked angrily.
“Why?” He cut me off. “Why? For various reasons. Because I feel like it? Because it’s what you want? I don’t know, Kevin. Look at me and you tell me.”
He released me with a small push and stepped back. How can he be so cruel as to even think that that’s what I wanted. I turned away, my thoughts and emotions in turmoil.
“Look at me Kevin, and tell me what you want from me,” he said again. “You seem to have told everyone else, now tell me, Kevin, me!”
I took a deep breath and turned to face him.
“I certainly don’t want you to treat me like a two bit hustler!” I yelled.
“Then talk to me Kev,” he said softly. “Talk to me.”
Suddenly my anger was gone, replaced by defeat. He knew how to get to me. His eyes focused on mine and I marveled at how very blue they were. He stepped closer to me.
“Don’t think so hard about it, Kev, just say it,” he whispered. “Please, just . . . say it!”
“Alright! I want you . . . !” I paused, but then decided that I’d said enough. It was that simple.
“Well?” He asked softly. “I’m waiting.”
“That’s it in a nutshell, I guess,” I said softly.
“What?” He whispered. “For God’s sake, tell me.”
I looked at him carefully.
“I just did,” I said shortly. “I’ll repeat it so listen very carefully so you don’t miss it again,” I took a deep breath and continued. “I want you Liam, period.”
He stepped closer to me and smiled.
“And more than anything, I want you to love me,” I whispered daringly.
“At last, the truth,” he whispered. “And now I’ll tell you what I want, okay? I want you to tell me how you feel about me, every day if necessary. I want to hear it from you and no-body else, not Simon, not your father, nobody else. I want to have the opportunity to tell you how I feel about you every day; and last but not least,” he paused and smiled, “what I want most in the world right now is to kiss you again.”
I felt as if a great weight had been lifted off my shoulders and my heart broke free and took flight. I smiled into his wonderful blue eyes.
“If it’s going to be anything like the last one, then forget it,” I quipped.
He laughed, a deep throated, gurgling laugh that thrilled me to my core.
“Very funny!” He said, “Now come here and let me hold you.”
I went into his arms and he held me close to him.
“Oh God,” I whispered, “I’ve waited so long for this, for you.”
He put his lips close to my ear and I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
“I love you, Kev,” he sighed. “I’ve loved you for quite some time now.”
“I’ve loved you for seven years, two months, one week . . . !” I began.
“Stop it,” he laughed.
“Well it’s true,” I whispered. “That day when you kissed me here on the sand, I was lost.”
He brought his lips down to mine and kissed me tenderly, lovingly and then he pulled away. We stood in one another’s arms, content just to hold each-other close.
“I think we ought to get back to the house,” he said softly. “We have to tell your father.”
My father! I had forgotten all about him and what he would say, what he would do when he found out. Although I was twenty-three and old enough to make my own choices, I loved him too much to go against any of his wishes and hurt him. The thought of it scared me.
“Oh God,” I said, “what are we going to do?”
Liam stepped back and looked down into my eyes.
“Confirm what he already knows,” he said, “So don’t worry because he was the one who pushed me onto you. It was his idea that we take this walk together.”
“Really?” I said, amazed at my father’s conniving mind.
“Oh yeah!” He said, “He told me to ‘go for it’, his exact words.”
“Thanks Dad!” I yelled at the sky gleefully and laughed.
 

Eight. Homecoming.

As it turned out, neither of us had to say a word to my father when we got back to the house. We found him in the office, going through some paper work. I knocked and went in closely followed by Liam. My father looked up as Liam stopped behind me and put his hand on the back of my neck. My father put the document he was reading down and sat back in his chair. I drew a breath to speak but he held his hand up to stop me. Then he smiled.
“I think that under the circumstances,” he began, “the two of you should stay in the lodge from now on.”
There was a short silence while we digested this and then Liam burst out laughing, while I stood there awkwardly, a vacant grin on my face.
“Glad to see you’re back with us, Kevin,” my father said, “you had me worried for a while.”
“Dad,” I began, “I’m so sorry . . . !”
“No matter!” he said cutting me off. He stood up and came round the desk to us.
“Come here, my boy,” he said and held up his arms. I rushed into them and he gripped me in a tight bear hug.
“I’m very happy for you,” he whispered closely into my ear. “Treat him well, okay? He’s a good man,” he released me and went to Liam and gripped his hand.
“If you do anything to hurt my boy, I swear I’ll hunt you down. Got it?” He said. Liam grinned charmingly.
“It’ll never happen, I give you my word,” he told my father.
“Come here,” my father grunted and pulled Liam into his arms. Liam groaned and rolled his eyes at the force of my father’s hug and then grinned at me over his shoulder. My father released him and stepped back and looked from Liam to me and then back at Liam.
“I’ll get Charlotte to make up a double room in the lodge,” he said.
“Dad!?!” I groaned while Liam stood there and grinned stupidly.
“What?” he asked. “I’m not naïve, my boy. I know damn well what you two are intending, so a double room it is. Fortunately, the lodge is empty at the moment so you won’t disturb anyone, so have fun and be as noisy as you like.”
“Dad!?!” I exclaimed again. “You’re embarrassing me. Do you have to be so . . . blunt?”
“I’m sure Liam doesn’t mind, do you Liam?” He said.
Liam shook his head. “Not at all, Doug,” he said with another silly grin. “Actually, truth be told, I can’t wait,” I turned to him and scowled at him.
“And just what kind of a guy do you think I am and what makes you so damned sure that I’m even going to spend the night in the same room as you?” I asked.
“Um . . . tough question . . . let’s see . . . !” He put his finger to his chin in mock contemplation and then he grinned at me. “Oh yes, I know. Is it because you might love me? Or maybe it’s because I love you. Can’t remember which!” He looked at me inquiringly. I continued to scowl at him.
“Anyway, who cares,” he said, “just take it as given that we’re sleeping together tonight, okay?” My father guffawed with laughter. I flushed at the very thought but I noticed that there was a sudden warm feeling making itself felt in my groin.
“That’s it Liam,” he said, “now you’ve put him in his place, make sure you keep him there.”
“Will do!” Liam answered and then his face became serious. “Now, we have a couple of serious issues to sort out.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Well, for one; under no circumstances must anyone at Middleton know about us at present. Not even your good friend Simon, okay?” He said.
“But why?” I asked. “I’m transferring out anyway. I’m expecting an answer to my application any day now.”
Liam dug in his back pocket and pulled out a crumpled document.
“You don’t mean this application, do you?” He asked with a sly grin. I snatched it from him and looked it over carefully. It was my application for transfer. It had never been submitted. I looked up at Liam puzzled.
“But . . . !” I said, “I know I gave it to the secretary to send off after you’d signed it.”
“After what Simon told me, I couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving so I retrieved it before it was posted,” he smiled. “It’s been in my pocket ever since.”
“Wise move, my boy,” my father said, “now come and sit down so that we can thrash this out properly.”
We spent the next hour discussing all the ins and outs of how we were going to conduct our relationship. I suggested that in future I trained in Mr. Scott’s gym. Liam was a little against the idea but when I explained that I would find it difficult to train under him, especially when it came to rub downs and so on, he understood. Finally, my father sat back satisfied that we had ironed out all the little problems.
“I’ll get Charlotte to move your things to the lodge and make up a room for you. Now go on, you two,” he said, “get out so that I can get back to work.”
Liam and I thanked him again and walked out of his office together, ready to face the world and whatever it decided to throw at us. 

Nine. First Night.

I stood on the deck and looked out across the expanse of my father’s ranch. I could see one of the hands breaking in a new horse in the east paddock. Liam stood next to me. I looked at him. He was watching me silently. I smiled and his face lit up as he broke into a grin and then he winked at me.
“What’s the time?” I asked softly. He glanced at his wrist watch.
“Five after four,” he replied. I did a quick mental calculation and then turned to face him.
“One hour and ten minutes,” I said with a smile.
“What’s that?” He asked, a small frown on his face.
“Seven years, two months, one week, three days, one hour and ten minutes,” I said.
“What?” He asked a little puzzled and then his face cleared and he laughed. “Oh right,” he said, “It’s been that long, eh?”
I nodded and smiled. “Yeah. It’s been that long.”
“I haven’t kept track myself but it’s been quite a while for me too,” he said.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.
“Kev, I couldn’t,” he said quietly. “God knows I wanted to, many times but . . . !”
“Yeah right,” I said with another smile. “My Dad and the college, I know.”
“You’ve been just as bad,” he said, “I mean, you told Simon how you feel, and your father. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have thought that I would be the first one you’d tell.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, “But I didn’t know how to tell you. Besides, I thought that you didn’t like me much.”
“Don’t be silly,” he smiled. “Of course I like you. I love you. But that’s all past now. The main thing is that we can be together and on that note, let me give you a gentle warning!” He stopped and grinned wickedly.
“What?” I asked, intrigued.
He leaned in close to me. “God help you tonight.”
“And God have mercy on your soul!” I replied evilly.
He laughed and pulled me to him and hugged me.
“Come,” he said, “let’s take out a couple of horses and go for a ride. Just you and me.”
“I’d like that,” I agreed and smiled into his handsome face.
We saddled up two geldings and rode across the fields to the west. That late afternoon ride with Liam was one of the best times of my life. We walked the horses across the land, with no particular destination in mind. We talked endlessly, about anything and everything and then we talked about us. We told one another about our likes and dislikes, of our sorrows and of our desires. We discussed what we each expected from our relationship and then we spoke of the future and how we each saw it. The afternoon was very relaxed and intimate.
Later, when the sun had sunk to the horizon, we slowly walked the horses back to the homestead. We handed them over to the grooms to bed down for the night and then we went and got ready for dinner.
In our own rooms, we showered and changed and then we joined my father in the dining room. Dinner was a jovial affair. My father was in high spirits and entertained us with stories about some of the guests who had stayed on the ranch, some of them funny and some of them more serious.
After dinner, we moved to the living room and relaxed with coffee and liqueurs. I checked up on something in the almanac and kept a close watch on the mantel clock. At about nine-thirty I stood up.
“Dad,” I began, “if you don’t mind, I want to take Liam out to the lookout.”
“But I’ve been there,” Liam said, his brow furrowed.
“Is it one of those nights?” My father asked.
“Yes, I checked,” I replied, while Liam looked from my father to me puzzled.
“One of what nights?” He asked.
“You’ll see,” I said cryptically.
“Go on then,” my father said, “I think I’ll go to bed and read.”
The lookout was a log built, open sided cabin perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking a small canyon. The view from it was stunning. Facing due east, you could see across the countryside for many miles.
Liam and I arrived in time for us to witness one of the most beautiful natural occurrences that I’d ever seen. It did not happen often, only in summer and when the moon was in a certain phase and position.
We settled ourselves on the old settee and got comfortable.
“What are we waiting for?” Liam asked softly.
“You’ll see,” I said, “It won’t be long now.”
The sky above the distant horizon was fairly light and judging by the intensity of it, we would have to wait for only a few minutes.
Liam put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. I snuggled down onto his shoulder, thrilled at the close contact of our bodies. I slipped my hand inside his shirt and my fingers came into contact with the hair on his chest for the first time. I caressed his chest gently, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and the soft fur that covered it.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” he sighed. I lifted my head and looked up into his eyes. In this light, they were dark and the clean lines of his face were highlighted by the glow from the horizon.
He bent his head and kissed me tenderly. His tongue gently twisted around mine and I felt a shiver of excitement charge through my body. He drew back and sighed contentedly.
“I love you, Kev,” he whispered. “Very much.”
“And I love you too,” I said softly.
“You know,” he began, “I never thought it would be like this.”
“I always hoped it would,” I replied. “Ever since you said ‘maybe in a few years time’ on that beach so long ago, I’ve waited for you.”
“And I thought that you just had a teenage crush,” he laughed.
“You knew?” I asked.
“Of course I knew,” he said, “I could tell from the way you behaved around me and from the way you couldn’t stop looking at me.”
“Damn!” I exclaimed. “And I thought I’d hid it so well.”
He laughed again, a sound that had become very dear to me. Suddenly, the light on the horizon got brighter.
“Look,” I said and pointed at the sky above the land. “Watch carefully.”
He sat up and waited expectantly.
As we watched, a sliver of the moon, bloated and dark orange rose above the horizon. It was spectacular. Liam gasped and leaned forward a little more. I watched his face and the amazement on it as he watched the moon rise. I had seen the moon rise many times so I knew how beautiful it was. I was just interested in watching his reaction to it.
Liam sat fascinated, until at last the moon was its usual old self.
“Wow!” He breathed. “That is amazing.”
“It is, isn’t it,” I said, “It doesn’t happen often. I’m just glad that it did tonight.”
He turned and faced me, his face clearer now in the silver moonlight.
“You’re quite the romantic, aren’t you,” he began, “ um . . . speaking of tonight, I think that it’s time we got back, don’t you?”
His voice held a hint of expectancy and his face glowed with excitement.
I nodded dumbly, not trusting my voice. My entire body was vibrating in anticipation.
The walk back to the house was silent, both of us aware of what tonight meant to us. I noticed that Liam maintained a quicker pace than he had on the way out to the lookout.
At the lodge, we discovered that my father had put us into what he referred to as ‘The Honeymoon Lodge’. It wasn’t quite as elaborate as a suite in an expensive hotel, but it was the biggest room with the biggest bed and boasted an adjoining bathroom. Liam laughed merrily at the idea and once we were inside, he turned to me.
“Your father has a wild sense of humor,” he said, “I mean, look at this place,” he indicated the room with a wave of his hand.
The lamps were on but turned down low and the gentle light from them gave the room a warm glow. There was a vase of red roses on the bureau and standing on the table was a large bowl of fruit, an ice bucket and two crystal flutes. In the ice bucket, was a large bottle of champagne. On the table next to the fruit bowl was a small folded card. I picked it up and quickly scanned what my father had written.
“I don’t think he meant it to be funny,” I said, “Listen to this:
“My dear boys,
I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am for the both of you. I love you both dearly and nothing pleases me more than seeing the two of you together. Kevin, look after Liam. He’s a good, kind man and will treat you well. And Liam, be gentle with him. He’s so young . . . ”
I broke off and laughed.
“I’m not that young!” I exclaimed.
“Yes you are,” Liam quipped. “But I like it.”
I continued reading.
“He’s so young and he loves you very much, more than you know. Be happy together.
Love, Dad.
P.S. Liam, I’ve always thought of you as a son but even so, be warned; break him and I swear I’ll break you!!”
I handed the card to Liam who read it through silently and then dropped it on the table.
“He’s wonderful,” he said, “you’re so lucky to have such a father.”
“You read what he wrote. You’re like a son to him and he loves you very much,” I said.
He stood in thought for a moment and then grinned wickedly.
“Well what the hell are we doing here then?” He quipped with a laugh. “We’re about to commit incest!”
I laughed delightedly. “So commit it already. What the hell are you waiting for?” I grinned. “Me to get older?”
He stepped towards me and looked into my eyes. His face had become serious. He reached up and cupped my face in the palm of his hand.
“You know what?” He whispered. I shook my head slowly. “There’s no-one in the world that I’d rather commit incest with.”
And then he leaned forward and his mouth was on mine. His arms went around me and pulled me close to him. His lips were warm and moist and his tongue teased and caressed mine sensually. My hands gripped the front edges of his shirt and pulled him tighter against me. I felt the hot, long hardness of his cock spring up against me and a shiver of intense excitement ran up my spine. He moaned softly at the feel of my own throbbing hardness against him and he ground his hips against me suggestively. My hands, of their own accord, ripped his shirt open and the buttons broke off and flew across the room. I pulled his shirt off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it and dropped it to the floor behind him. He broke away from me and dragged my T-shirt up my body and off over my head. He stepped back and his eyes roamed over my naked torso.
“Look at you,” he whispered. “All grown up and very sexy.”
“But you’ve seen me shirtless, haven’t you?” I said.
“Not for seven years, two months . . . ” He began but I cut him off.
“Stop it. But you must have rubbed me down at the gym sometime?”
“No, never,” he answered with a small smile. “I always got someone else to do it. I couldn’t trust myself with you.”
“Well, we’re not in the gym now,” I laughed.
I had filled out somewhat since the day on the beach when he’d last seen me without a shirt. Gymnastics had packed the muscle onto me and my abdominal muscles were rigid and hard. I had also grown a bit more body hair and a fine pattern of dark blond hair stretched across my chest. A narrow path of dark blond fur ran down over my belly and disappeared under the waistband of my jeans. He stretched out his hand and laid it flat against my chest. His touch was warm and intimate and sent a thrill up my spine.
“Nice!” He whispered as he caressed my chest. He teased my nipple to a stiff, sharp point and then stepped closer to me and kissed it. An exciting tremor shot through me as his moist lips nuzzled me. I put my hands on his shoulders and felt the hard tight muscles of his arms. He stepped back slightly and took one of my hands and placed it on his hair covered chest. I ran my hand over it to his nipple and it jumped up against my palm. I marveled at the intricate pattern of his body hair as I ran my hand down over his ridged abdominal muscles. I teased the fur on his belly and then followed it down to the waistband of his jeans. He placed both his hands over the globes of my chest and ran them down my sides to my denim covered hips. He massaged my hips and sighed.
“I’ve been dying to do this,” he said huskily. I nodded dumbly as my hand found the buckle of his belt. I slowly pulled the end of his belt free and undid it. He moved his hand across to the front of my jeans and cupped my crotch. The warmth of his hand over my balls made me tremble uncontrollably. He squeezed my genitals gently and sighed.
“You’ve got quite a package there, Kev,” he whispered.
I nodded dumbly as I undid the button on his waistband and found the zipper. I gripped the slider firmly and ran it down. His jeans spread open, revealing his bulging undershorts. I gripped the top of his jeans and slid them down his thighs. The hardness of his cock pushed the front of his shorts out impressively and I noticed his wetness seeping through the fabric. I started to pull his shorts down slowly but he stopped me.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Let’s take our time. Let me catch up.”
He undid my belt and jeans and pushed them down my thighs. My own shorts covered cock jumped up stiffly against his hand. He covered it with his palm and massaged me through the fabric. I could feel the slick wetness of my flowing juices. He leaned forward and kissed me gently, his tongue teasing mine into submission. Suddenly, his kiss deepened and became more urgent. He slipped his hand into my shorts and I felt the heat of his palm envelope my cock. He gripped it while his tongue unrelentingly explored my mouth. My hands were busy fondling his genitals of their own accord. His shaft was thick and long and his balls felt heavy and big through the fabric of his shorts. He drew back, removed his hand from my shorts and knelt in front of me. He slowly took the sides of my shorts in both hands and pulled them down my thighs. My hard seven and a half inch cock, shiny with pre-come sprang out at him, right in front of his face.
“Wow!” He whispered. “We are a big boy, aren’t we?”
“As you said, I’m all grown up,” I said huskily, excited beyond reason.
He leaned forward slightly and kissed the pouting hole on the end of my throbbing shaft and I trembled in anticipation. He ran his open mouth down the underside of my cock to my balls where he lingered. He nuzzled his nose into them and then ran the tip of his tongue back up my shaft, scooping up my flowing pre-come as he went.
“Mmm!” He sighed. “So sweet.”
He stood up and slid his shorts down his legs and his steely, throbbing cock leapt out and up. A spray of his pre-come shot up my body and I gasped.
My God!” I whispered. “You’re so wet.”
“I’m a bit of a gusher, I’m afraid,” he said, “Sorry.”
“No,” I replied. “I love it. It’s so sexy and . . . juicy.”
He laughed as he rid himself of his shoes and kicked off his clothes. I quickly did the same and we stood before each-other, naked and proudly rampant. I examined his body minutely. His broad hair covered chest and his flat, powerful stomach had me breathing in fast gulps. His cock, thick, pulsing and cut was a magnificent eight inches or so and his balls, silky and soft, hung heavily between his thighs.
“Come,” he whispered and took my hand. he led me to the bed and sat me down on the end of it. He knelt between my spread knees and ran his hands up my thighs to my groin. His eyes held mine and he smiled.
“Remember what I said to you on the beach?” He began.
“Every word,” I whispered.
“I told you that you’d be a knock-out when you got older,” I nodded slowly. “Well, I was right. You are a knock-out. I’m so damned lucky.”
“I think I’m getting the best of the deal here,” I whispered with a grin. “You’re so incredibly hot and a lot more than I could ever hope for.”
“Don’t under-rate yourself,” he whispered. “You deserve the best and I only hope I can live up to the task.”
“Ditto!” I replied with a grin.
He stared at me silently for a moment, his icy blue eyes warm and tender.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked softly. “Me to get even older?”
He laughed. “No,” he said, “I just don’t want to rush it. I want to savor every second.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said.
He leaned forward and kissed me again, while his hands explored my groin. I gasped at his warm touch and spread my legs wider to give him easier access. He drew back and sighed.
“You are so delicious,” he whispered. He bent forward and kissed my nipple. Then he tongued it gently and it jumped out at him, hard and pointed. He ran his tongue down my body and gently explored my navel. He moved further down and nuzzled his face into my pubic hair. My throbbing cock pressed against his cheek and left a wet trail of pre-come across his face. He turned his face towards my shaft and before I knew what was happening, he enveloped it with his warm wet mouth.
“Oh God,” I cried out. “Oh God . . . don’t stop . . . !”
He gently pushed me back until I was lying on the bed, my legs bent over the end of it. He continued to work his magic with his mouth and I began to shake uncontrollably. In no time at all, I felt the familiar build up in the depths of my groin and I knew that I was very close to exploding.
“Stop . . . Liam stop!” I gasped. “I’m going to . . . !”
He released me and slowly moved up my body with his lips. He kissed me and I could taste myself in his mouth.
The pressure in my groin eased a little and I sighed.
“God you’re good,” I said breathlessly.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he laughed. “I’m going to edge you, over and over again until you can’t take it anymore.”
He lay down on the bed beside me and I sat up and faced him.
“My turn,” I whispered.
I bent over him and kissed him softly. I ran my tongue across his rough chin and down onto his neck. I nuzzled his ear and flicked my tongue quickly into it. He jumped slightly and laughed.
“That tickles,” he breathed.
I carried on my exploration of his wonderful body. I lay my face against his hair covered chest and inhaled the pure animal scent of his skin. I ran my hand down over his belly and teased his dense pubic hair with my fingers. His cock stood up and out from his body, hard and pulsing and I watched as a large drop of pre-come oozed out of it and ran down his throbbing shaft.
I couldn’t wait to have him anymore. I had held off to make it more exciting and finally I lost control. I pushed my face into his groin and nuzzled the side of his cock with my lips. He groaned softly and thrust his hips up in anticipation. In one swoop, I took his throbbing shaft into my mouth and drew him to the back of my throat. He groaned again and his hands flew to my head and held me. He tasted glorious, sweet, yet salty at the same time and I reveled in it. I slowly moved my mouth up and down his hot, bloated cock while I teased the head of it with the tip of my tongue. He writhed under me, his hips juddering uncontrollably. I released him and made for his balls. I ran my tongue over them and they jumped in their silky sac. His legs flew apart and his hips thrust upwards into my face. I sucked his balls into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. He groaned again and squirmed uncontrollably. I released his balls and went back to his incredible shaft. A large rivulet of pre-come was running down it and I sucked it up greedily. I ran my tongue around the wide ridge of his swollen helmet and then sucked the length of him back into my mouth.
“Stop now. . . !” He gasped suddenly. “Stop . . . !”
I released him and kissed his body just above his pubic hair. I slid myself up his body until I was lying on top of him and our cocks lay side by side, wet, hot and throbbing rhythmically.
His breathing slowed and his ice blue eyes focused on mine.
We moved up onto the bed properly and he once again teased and played with me until I was edging. I stopped him and I had another turn at him.
That’s when I began to feel an overwhelming desire. I wanted him, all of him, around me, on me and in me. If I could have absorbed him into me entirely I would have.
“Liam,” I whispered, “I want you to . . . um . . . ! I want you in me.”
He looked deep into my eyes.
“Are you sure?,” he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care,” I said desperately. “I just want you to do it. I need you to do it.”
“Have you ever . . . had anyone like that before?” He asked softly.
“No,” I whispered. “I want you to be the only one.”
I could tell that he was moved by my declaration. He kissed me again and moved on top of me. He slowly pushed my knees apart and slid his body down mine until his face was between my thighs. Then I jumped suddenly when I felt his warm wet tongue flick over my man-hole. He kissed it and then ran his tongue over and around it. He gently pried me open with his fingers and then I felt the hot slickness of his tongue penetrate me. I writhed on the bed, the pleasure of it exquisite. He milked my cock of its generous load of pre-come and lubricated me thoroughly. He did the same to himself and spread it over his steely rod. Then he knelt between my legs and lifted my hips and slid a pillow under my buttocks. He worked at my hole with his fingers until he had loosened me up. He moved forward and bent his dripping cock down with his hand and gently and slowly slid into me. The pain of it was sharp and quick but very brief. The pure pleasure of it took over and I groaned as it overwhelmed me. He started to withdraw, thinking that he’d hurt me, but I stopped him.
“No, don’t,” I whispered. “It’s fine . . . please don’t stop.”
He slid back into to me a little. I wrapped my legs around his back and pressed down with my heels.
“Go all the way,” I whispered. “I want all of you.”
He dropped onto me and his cock slid into me up to its hilt and I felt his balls smack against my butt. He groaned softly and then his mouth was on mine in a hungry, demanding kiss. Slowly, he began to move in me, his thrusts long and powerful. His eyes flew open and the icy blueness of them was startling. He released my lips and gasped.
“Oh my God, Kevvie . . . ,” he whispered. “Oh god . . . .”
“Do it . . . do it hard and rough!” I gasped. “I need it . .”
Then he lost control of his movements and he pounded himself into me. I gasped at the intense pleasure of it and threw my arms around him and gripped his butt cheeks. I forced him down into me harder and harder, until finally I couldn’t take any more and I exploded in a spray of flying come. It shot up between our bodies and splattered all over my face and chest. He cried out when he saw it and then his hips jerked spastically as he came with a howl of pleasure. His first bolt shot up inside me and I felt the hot flood of it deep within me. Then he withdrew quickly and knelt upright, his hands on my thighs. His cock, dark and pulsing strongly, shot out stream after stream of his milky juice. It sprayed up my body and over my head, dropping onto the pillow around me. One after another, the strings laid themselves across my body and face, mingling with my own ample juices. Finally, the last few dribbles ran out of him in long strings and dripped down onto my cock and balls. Then he slowly sank down on top of me gasping.
We lay still for a while, savoring the intense pleasure of the moment. Then he stirred and slowly rolled off me onto his side. I rolled over to face him. His face was serene, a small smile of contentment on his lips.
“Hmm!” He whispered and stroked my face with his fingertips, wiping our mingled juices from my cheeks. “That was . . . !” He paused. “That was . . . totally unbelievable.”
“Yeah!” I said, still a little breathless.
He sighed softly and smiled.
“I love you, Kevvie.”
“And I love you,” I said simply.
We lay together, silently savoring the contact of our bodies and the pleasure of one another’s presence.
Finally, he moved against me and sat up.
“I think we should sample some of your father’s champagne and nibble on some of that fruit,” he said, “And then my man, be ready because, whether you like it or not, I’m not done with you yet.”
This was what I had always wanted, what I had dreamed about for seven long years and I was not going to let him off lightly either.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” I said cheekily. “You’re not going to escape me now so be prepared for a very long night. An after that, a very long life.”
At last, after seven years of being lost and alone, I had come home.


The End.