23. Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
A week later, Tony took Bronx over to his house for a change of scenery.
Bronx referred to these excursions as “field trips” but he loved being with Tony in his own home.
It lifted his spirits and allowed them to be somewhat like a normal couple, since security didn’t have to be as intense at Tony’s place.
Tony simply played the role of main guard with a two-man team positioned outside in front of the house.
Tonight they’d ordered Thai food and were waiting for the delivery. Tony was in the kitchen pulling out plates and silverware. “By the way, the food should be here in about five minutes,” Tony hollered.
A few moments later, the doorbell rang. Bronx moved out of instinct and stood from the couch to walk toward the front door. He had his hand on the door knob when Tony’s booming voice came from behind him.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he hurried into the living room. He quickly looped an arm around Bronx and shifted them to press Bronx’s back to the wall beside the door. “You can’t just swing open a door without knowing with absolute certainty there is no threat waiting on the other side.”
The doorbell rang a second time.
“You were busy in the kitchen and I was just trying to be helpful,” Bronx explained. He tried and failed to squirm out of the firm hold Tony had with just that one big hand pressed to the center of his chest. “Besides, we both know it’s the delivery man.”
“Do we know that for sure? Did you get a visual or are you assuming?” Tony asked.
“And let’s just say it is the delivery service out there.
What if they recognized you and went back to the restaurant to tell their co-workers about the celebrity they just delivered to and then he shared the address with them?
How long do you think it would take before there was an unwanted mob of fans camped out on my front lawn waiting to catch a glimpse of you?
Or, what if this delivery guy called TMZ or whatever rag outlet he chose and sold them his story about delivering Thai food to the infamous Bronx Alauson and then gave out my address?
What then? This is exactly how things turn south in this business and it’s why you pay a professional security team to watch your every move. ”
“Jesus, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” Bronx said. “But it’s not completely my fault. My brain is still coming out of the fog the surgery left me in.”
Tony leaned in closer and wrapped his arms around Bronx.
He nudged his nose along the side of Bronx’s and inhaled deeply.
“I know, baby, and I’m sorry I overreacted like that,” Tony whispered as he stroked the pad of his thumb over Bronx’s cheek and lips.
“I just lose my mind when I see you stepping into harm’s way. ”
“It’s your nature to help those you care about,” Bronx said, the words heavy even to his own ears.
“Hold that thought,” Tony stated after the doorbell rang a third time. “I’m going to open up the door while you remain perfectly still in this spot and absolutely silent. Got it?”
Bronx nodded, feeling somewhat like a bratty child but not thinking was his norm when he was around Tony.
Tony pulled open the door and talked briefly to the delivery person before taking the food then closed the door again.
Tony set the bag of food down onto the floor and engaged the deadbolt on the door before he stepped in front of Bronx and wrapped him up in his arms again.
“I’m sorry,” he said beside Bronx’s ear. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you but when it comes to your safety, I get crazy focused on protecting you. I’m always going to be this way.”
Tony tipped himself forward and fully pressed up against Bronx.
His fingers caressed the smooth parts of Tony’s face, then inched slowly along his whiskered jawline.
Between them, the front of their pants were becoming tight from their growing erections and nerve endings were firing to life.
Bronx was about to take the kiss he so desperately wanted but Tony beat him to it and crashed their mouths together.
A million beams of colorful lights detonated like tiny bombs inside Bronx’s head.
The flood of sensations sent heat to his core and Bronx began to feel dizzy.
He opened his mouth wider and fully gave himself over to their kiss.
One of Tony’s hands roamed over his back and shoulders while the other began to head south.
When his fingers wrapped over the waistband of Bronx’s sweatpants he gasped.
His internal temperature felt like it had soared a thousand degrees and when Tony’s big hand slid into the front of his loose-fitting pants, Bronx thought he’d pass out from the pleasure.
White hot pleasure seared his skin as Tony’s skilled fingers curled around Bronx’s thick shaft.
Tony’s hand pulled off one agonizingly slow stroke and Bronx’s breath hitched.
His eyes clouded with pure lust and Tony tightened his grip and delivered another stroke, this time with a twist to Bronx’s aching cock.
Bronx opened his eyes and stared at Tony until their gazes met. Finally Bronx got his brain to work and said, “You’re playing with fire and I’m not sure I have the strength to put it out to save us from getting burned,” Bronx stated.
“Maybe we need to let the flames blaze with wild abandon and see what comes of it,” Tony panted.
“You do realize what you’re suggesting, right?” Bronx replied.
Tony stepped closer and pressed his forehead to Tony’s. “I know exactly what I’m saying, Rory,” he said. “I think it’s time we allowed ourselves to feel this . . . all-consuming heat, all the way through.”
“Fuckkk,” Bronx sighed.
“Yesss, that’s exactly what I’m saying. I have condoms and lube upstairs.”
“Then why are we standing here?” Bronx asked.
“What about the food?” Tony asked.
“Leave it,” Bronx said. “We can always reheat it later.”
Tony took Bronx’s hand and he led him to where Tony’s bedroom was located on the second floor.
They stepped inside the room and the first thing he noticed were the solid panes of thick glass that made up one whole wall, but the glass wasn’t stationary—the panels slid side to side like a massive sliding wall of window.
Sheer panels of white voile fabric covered the wide expanse of glass for privacy.
Bronx turned around to check out the rest of the room.
A large bookshelf filled one wall and held a wide variety of titles in several different genres on the shelves.
Bronx stepped closer and ran his fingers along the spines on each book and wondered if Tony had read any of them.
He spun a bit to his right and saw an enormous oak bed with a detailed headboard made out of three different types of woods.
A thickly padded quilt in a soft shade of gray was neatly spread over the bed along with several pillows of varied sizes.
There were a couple of other pieces of furniture in the room, as well, but what shocked Bronx was the lack of personal items. The walls were bare.
Not one photograph or painting decorated the space, or anywhere else in the house.
It looked more like a posh hotel room than a primary bedroom suite.
Tony walked over to the glass and partially pushed it open and suddenly the cool breeze was billowing the curtains into the room. “This end of the house overlooks the deck, a hot tub, and there’s also a fairly decent view of Los Angeles below in the valley,” Tony explained.
“I bet it’s breathtaking,” Bronx commented. “Makes me want to experience this when it’s daylight and sunny.”
“You’re always welcome here but you already know that,” Tony said.
He leaned out the open door to check the weather.
“It feels like it’s still raining a bit, so I won’t open the door all the way.
Feel free to close it if you get cold. I’m going to take a quick shower to clean up but it won’t take me long.
Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”
Bronx stood in the center of the room and watched Tony disappear into the bathroom.
A moment later, steam rolled out of the open door and wrapped around Bronx to bathe him in the scents he’d long ago associated with Tony.
It was a mixture of citrus and honey aromas with a hint of something enticingly masculine like sandalwood that had Bronx wishing he could lick it right off his skin.
“In case you were wondering, I’m typically not here long enough to make the house appear more .
. . lived in ,” Tony yelled from the shower, almost apologetically.
A moment later Tony stepped into the bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips.
Bronx could already see the perfect outline of Tony’s thick shaft growing beneath the terry cloth fabric.
His gorgeous chest with dark swirls of hair over both pectorals was still damp from the shower and the tips of his hair dripped onto his muscled shoulders.
Bronx had the sudden urge to chase every cascading drop of water with his tongue from Tony’s skin and offer teasing licks over the smooth patterns of chest hair.
“Jesus, you make my mouth water,” Bronx said absently.
Wordlessly, Tony let his towel drop onto the floor and pool around his feet.
He stood before Bronx’s inquisitive appraisal in all his glory and his cock continued to thicken and lengthen all in the blink of an eye.
“Christ, look at you,” Bronx said softly.
“You’re gorgeous and that dick is, well .
. . it’s a lot. I’m not sure I’ll be able to fit that beast inside of me but that won’t stop me from trying. ”
Tony chuckled at Bronx. “Your turn. I want to see you,” he suggested and his fingers wrapped around his girth and began to stroke.