Chapter 29 #2
The tension in his arms and back eased. Mike sagged into the chair.
“Great. See you soon.” He disconnected, put the phone down, and returned his attention to his laptop screen.
“Only one thing left to do,” he said out aloud.
He slid his hand over to the mouse and clicked on Send.
Mike pushed out a long breath. Done. He’d already written a post for his blog that announced his retirement.
All he had to do was upload it. Aware of how quickly his fans usually responded, he knew it wouldn’t be long before word got around.
He logged in to the site, uploaded the personal message, and added a photo of himself, clothed and smiling. “Adieu, Scott Masters.”
Damn, it felt good. Better than he’d imagined.
Mike shut down the laptop and put it into its bag, along with the mouse.
He took one last look around the house to make sure everything was as it should be before Tommy’s arrival.
He’d come back from the studio and begun cleaning and tidying, not that the place had been a mess.
It had been a spring cleaning, sweeping the dust bunnies of Scott Masters out of the house so that Mike Scott could have a clean start.
He had just enough time before Tommy arrived for one last call. Mike smiled as it connected. He just wished he could see her face. “Good morning.”
“And good morning to you too, baby—what’s left of it at any rate. It’s almost lunchtime.” She paused. “You sound happy. Any particular reason for that?”
He chuckled. “You know what I’m gonna say, don’t ya?” He shook his head. Mothers and their intuition. “Well, it’s done and it’s official. I’m out of the porn industry.”
“Thank heavens! We can celebrate this Sunday when you bring Tommy to lunch,” she said pointedly.
Mike guffawed. “You just don’t quit, do ya? Okay, I’ll bring him to lunch. Happy now?”
“I’ll be happier on Sunday when I lay eyes on him,” she replied dryly. “What is it about him that you’re not telling me?”
There was no way Mike was going to spoil the surprise, but he couldn’t resist teasing her, just a little. “Put it this way, Mom. I didn’t go fishing in the same pond as usual.”
That got her quiet, at least for a moment. “Well, I’ll be damned. Looks like you do listen to your momma sometimes, after all.” A pause. “Lord, but you’re an evil child. You tell me this on Monday, knowing full well it’s gonna drive me crazy all week ’til I meet him.”
He laughed loudly. “You raised me, Mom. I must’ve learned it from you.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Is it okay if I cut this short? I’m expecting someone any minute.”
“Would that someone be Tommy, by any chance?”
“It might.” And Mike had enough time to grab a shower beforehand. “Love you, Mom,” he interjected before she could start asking more questions, “and I’ll see you Sunday, all right?”
She said her good-byes, although her grudging tone told Mike there was more she wanted to say, but he was conscious of the time.
He disconnected, put the phone down, and hurried into the bathroom.
Within minutes he was under the jets, soaping away the tensions and worries of the day.
He resisted the temptation to jerk off, even though he was hard as a rock.
Better to make this quick. The thought of Tommy in his home once more wasn’t helping matters.
If anything, it was making him harder, if that were possible.
He put on his jeans and a clean dark blue shirt, leaving his feet bare.
He always preferred to be barefoot around the house, even in the wintertime.
It wasn’t long before he heard Tommy’s truck pulling up in the driveway.
Mike opened the front door and watched his lover walk up the front steps, that familiar shy smile in evidence.
Mike didn’t say a word but stepped to one side to let Tommy enter.
Mike closed the door behind him, and Tommy stood there, rubbing his palms on his jeans like he always did when he was nervous.
It only took a second for Mike to recall how Tommy had been on Friday, unhappy and uncomfortable.
At least he seemed more relaxed, but there was an expectant air about him.
Mike had no intentions of torturing him.
He held open his arms. “So, do you have a hug for a retired porn star?”
Tommy stared at him, those green eyes widening. “You quit? Since when?”
It wasn’t quite the reaction Mike had been expecting. Given that Mike hadn’t shared his career with Tommy, Mike could understand his apparent disbelief. He lowered his arms slowly. “Since this morning.”
“But… you had a shoot today. Didn’t you?
” Tommy’s eyes never left him. “What happened? Did somethin’ happen at the studio?
” He bit his lip. “Sorry, but after we talked about this, I had no idea you were even thinkin’ ’bout quittin’.
Specially as you were gonna do a shoot.” He blinked rapidly, hands falling to his sides.
Mike took his phone from his pocket and went online to his blog.
Just as he’d thought, the comments were already coming in, thick and fast. He took a second or two to take in the best wishes of his fans, along with comments expressing disappointment in his decision, offering him congratulations on his amazing career, and still the odd request for Mike to fuck someone.
He scrolled back to the top of the entry and handed the phone to Tommy.
“Take a look.”
Tommy took it in silence and spent a few minutes reading. Mike studied his face, the concentrated expression. Tommy jerked his head up, lips parting as he began to smile. He placed the phone on the hall table.
And then he pounced.
There was no other word for it. Mike had the air pushed from his lungs when Tommy enfolded him in his strong arms and caught him up in a tight embrace, their mouths meeting in a kiss full of heat and need.
Mike went with it, surrendering to the sensual onslaught, lifting his hands to grab Tommy’s head and pull him deeper into the kiss.
Tommy gasped and broke the kiss, leaning back to gaze into Mike’s eyes. “Why’d you do it? Why’d you quit?”
“For a lot of reasons, I guess, but there was one main motivation.”
Tommy tilted his head. “Yeah?”
Mike leaned closer and kissed him, loving the way Tommy sighed into his mouth. He cupped Tommy’s cheek. “You. I couldn’t lose you, Tommy.”
Tommy’s mouth opened to speak, but Mike pressed two fingers to his lips.
“Baby, I’ll tell you everything, I swear.
But right now? I wanna hold you, touch you, kiss you…
make love to you.” He watched the flush of red that rose up past the neckline of Tommy’s white T-shirt, up his neck, and spread across his face.
Tommy kissed his fingers. “I love you,” he said quietly. “You know that?”
Mike stroked his hair, caressed his cheek. “I do. I love you too, baby.”
“I still can’t believe you quit. I… am I talkin’ too much?” Tommy asked, smiling. Mike nodded, and that smile grew shy. “Then—” Tommy swallowed. “—then maybe you need to put somethin’ in my mouth to shut me up.”
It was the boldest thing Mike had ever heard from Tommy’s lips. And day-um, if it didn’t go straight to Mike’s dick. His skin tingled and his pulse raced. “Maybe I do at that.” His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. “Bedroom, now.”
Tommy released him and stood there, tall and still. “Lord, yes,” he whispered.
Mike grinned. “Then don’t just stand there. Get that cute ass in my bedroom and let me see this gorgeous body I’ve been missing.” He palmed his cock, heavy and thick behind his zipper. “’Cause I got something that will fit in your mouth perfectly.”
Oh my God. The look of naked hunger on Tommy’s face nearly had him coming in his jeans.
He grasped Tommy’s hand and tugged him across the hallway and into his bedroom.
He backed Tommy up to the bed and pushed him until he fell, laughing.
Mike was on top of him in seconds, sucking Tommy’s top lip, pulling it with his teeth, sliding his tongue into hot wetness.
Tommy gave as good as he got, writhing on the bed beneath Mike, noises pouring out of him that occasionally made sense: “More, now, kiss me….”
Mike never let up with the kissing while he slid his hand lower to fumble with Tommy’s belt buckle, Tommy eagerly helping him.
Then jeans were pulled down, almost savagely, Mike tugging at them as if they offended him before tossing them onto the floor.
He crawled up Tommy’s body, spreading him wide and thrusting his jeans-encased shaft against Tommy’s briefs, which were already damp with precome.
Mike rocked against him, Tommy’s cock pushing against the fabric, and kissed his neck and face.
Tommy nodded and shuddered, hips moving as he pushed up to meet Mike’s thrusts.
Mike couldn’t hold back on his desires, not now there was nothing hidden between them. He wanted Tommy to see just how much Mike wanted him, needed him. He sucked at Tommy’s neck, feeling his lover shiver. Mike bit at his earlobe and then caressed it with his tongue.
“Want me inside you?”
“Yes, oh, yes.” Tommy opened his eyes wide. “Want you deep inside me.”
The words thrilled him. It seemed Tommy wasn’t hiding anymore either.