17 The Every Good Deed
Dash/Beau
Dash
“You’ve been together since you were teenagers. You met here in Sea Springs during summer vacation,” she said, reading from her jotted notes. “Back in 2000. What was it like when you first met?”
“It was his fifteenth birthday,” I said. “I was about a month shy of my sixteenth birthday. I was out but living in a bubble. He wasn’t out yet. For me, I’d say awestruck might be the best way to describe the first time I saw him. How would you describe it?” I squeezed Beau’s hand as I handed over the reins for an answer.
Beau smiled. “Head over heels, literally. The first time I saw him, I was ridin’ a bike and crashed because I couldn’t turn away from starin’ at him. I went flyin’ over the handlebars.”
“Beau, you’re from Alabama, a lifelong elite athlete until you left the university when your father died. Dash, you’re from Dallas, skipping grades, attending private schools.” She’d done her research; I’d give her that. “How were you able to stay in contact in a world of landlines and dial-up internet?”
I took the question again. Beau was only willing to discuss the here and now, or the lighter moments. “For a few years, all we were able to do was text. I didn’t see him again until he’d had enough of the long-distance restrictions and came for me. The romance of it all was ridiculously sweet,” I answered, lifting his hand to press a kiss on his knuckles. No question, if not on the outside, Beau was rolling his eyes at me on the inside.
“How did your families take the news of you being gay?”
When her gaze trained on Beau, wanting his answer first, he obliged. “My father wasn’t happy, and it stayed a secret until his death,” Beau said. I was proud of his response. She was pushing buttons on triggers she couldn’t even know existed as if that trauma was ever going to be fully realized.
“I feel like we practically grew up together. We’ve been fully committed to each other since the night we met,” I said, glancing over at Beau for confirmation. “You agree?”
“Yeah,” Beau replied, causing my grin. My man of many words.
“What prompted the baby decision? How did Dash get his way six times?” she asked.
“Honestly,” I started, but Beau surprisingly interrupted me.
“This guy,” Beau said, nodding his head toward me. “Can be persuasive.”
“So it was his idea?” Zoe asked, tickled by the exchange.
“I’ve always wanted a large family,” I explained. “There are ten years difference between me and my next oldest sibling. I grew up as virtually an only child. Being gay never squashed my feelings of wanting a large family. Beau just needed a little convincing.”
“My life’s goal was far simpler. I wanted to be fishin’ every day,” Beau said with a slight laugh. “What neither of us planned on was three babies at the same time. No matter how we prepared, when Liv, Mia, and Ava came home, we were vastly outnumbered.”
“Before the girls arrived, we’d been preparing for a baby by taking endless parenting classes and reading all the books. We were in the process of building this house when we found out about the triplets, and the entire home just expanded to make more room,” Dash said.
“It was a lot durin’ their first couple of years,” I added. “But they were a breeze compared to the boys. Those little guys are a handful.”
“What would be your best tip to anyone who found themselves in the same position?” she asked.
Beau took this question like a pro. “I feel like communication is the key. And we’ve never lost the deep sense of gratitude for what we’ve been given. Dash and I remain on the same page, always. And we have loads of help. We cherish our world. Agree?”
“Absolutely. Cherish is exactly the right word,” I said. I loved my family endlessly. Having a partner who was exactly on the same page as me, living our lives together… It was everything.
“You own a local fishing charter company?” she asked.
“With a lifelong friend of mine,” Beau nodded, cocking his head toward the Lee’s home. “Scott Lee.”
“And, Dash, you have a local legal practice in town?”
I nodded too. “Correct. Sea Springs has been good to us. We’re happy here. It’s a good community of people. Of course, we’ve run into some belligerence, but only on a small scale.”
“And your father in-law is Wesley Carter.” Zoe went into full-on fangirl mode with her giant size-of-Texas grin and breathlessness creeping into her tone. “Wow. I bet birthdays and holidays bring the best gifts.”
“Carter’s a good man. My mentor and parental figure. He’s married to Beau’s mom, and I take credit for their meeting.”
Beau finally let the eye roll go, glaring pointedly at me.
“Here we go again,” Beau said as if it was the most boring and inaccurate story ever told.
“I do take credit,” I said, brushing him off. “He came to see us. Your mom was there. Seems a reasonable enough claim. We wouldn’t have been in Chicago if it weren’t for me. But more importantly, our children are crazy about them.”
“I understand this is a delicate subject. How do your parents fit inside this world you’ve created,” she asked, looking at me. I’d never spoken of those people with more than what I’d said earlier. Did I want to change that now?
It seemed like I did. “Early on, they didn’t approve of Beau. He didn’t fit the mold they lived within. At the same time, I learned that my sexual orientation came with a strong disapproval. We’ve severed ties.”
I could see the questions on the tip of her tongue, but we had previously discussed not mentioning them. She didn’t push for more. With a decisive nod, she shut her notebook in the same quick efficient way she had done everything so far and got to her feet. “We can follow you for the additional video of Dash’s law firm. We’ll leave from there to make the flight home.”
The dawning of understanding that slid across Beau’s brow as we got to our feet, didn’t have to include that cocked brow of accusation pointed at me. All right, Beau. Yes, I had to shell out some advertising money to make this all happen for us. And yes, I’d kept that tidbit of information from my mister. This was a good source of passive marketing, yes. But another motivation was for my mother and father to see how well I was doing, and what a lovely, beautiful family they were missing out on.
I clutched Beau’s fingers before he tried to talk his way out of the next few hours. “Come on, babe. The kids are occupied. We’ll have a downtown date night when we’re through.”
I turned on the charm until the cameras stopped rolling. All said and done, I felt sure I was made for the screen.
After that endless, drag-on day, Beau was giving me the silent treatment, but not because he was angry. He was just completely wiped out from the long, boring interview experience we’d shared. The couple of hours of primary interview ended with a late lunch at a longtime favorite café a few doors down from my office with Ms. Pebbly and her cameraman. From there, it appeared every resident in the city had decided on an early dinner at the café. From the booth we sat in, several of my clients and work colleagues came over to be interviewed. Most had also worked with Beau, singing his praises about friendly community development.
But now, we were finally home. Amelia had the children down to sleep. Both Duke and Dixie had received the love they required and were now settled in their beds for the night. The house was beautifully quiet. I went to the control panel near the bathroom door leading to the swimming pool and searched through my extensive music playlists. With a smile, I picked something sexy. I had a lot of making up to do. My guy had been a real trooper all day.
Beau finished brushing his teeth and dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor, kicking them aside. They’d make their way to the laundry basket soon enough. His tight-fitting athletic shirt followed over his head, discarded on top of the shorts.
I loved watching Beau undress. It was my personal porn. Tonight, he removed the shirt with his back to me. The way his muscles rippled this way and that mesmerized me. His biceps bulged until both arms dropped back to his sides. The fatigue of the day melted away as Beau opened the shower stall door and flipped on the faucet. The instant heat had him stepping inside. The shower spray hit him in the chest. All that fur was getting wet, and I wasn’t there to run my fingers through the mass.
My cock firmed right up, and I tore the clothing from my body. I continued to watch his normal shower stance, the one he did every day. He leaned forward with both hands against the back wall of the shower. He bent his head forward to let the hard spray hit the top of his shoulders and cascade the length of his gorgeous body.
Based on phases of cock building, he was at the starting gate, and I was a straight-up nine and a half out of ten. He wasn’t near my level of arousal. Even better. It was now my job to get him caught up with me. The fatigue of the day vanished as I perked right up. I dropped my last garment on the floor and headed toward what I thought of as heaven.
The click of the shower door drew Beau’s attention, but he barely moved his head to see me enter. The tight way he held himself eased as he gave me the sin-filled grin I loved so much. His amber eyes darkened, hunger entering his gaze as he moved to circle my waist. He brought me between him and the spray, the water pounding my back in all the right ways. Beau stared at me tenderly before his lips went to the area where my jaw and ear connected. My guy nibbled there, small bites, tender kisses, and sweet swipes of the tongue. My hands circled his head and neck. Beau still enjoyed marking me.
His lips pressed against my ear as he whispered, “Baby, go natural for me. You’re spending too much time dyeing, shaving, and waxing. I like your hair darker and let me see some hair on your chest. You like it on me. I’d be into that too.”
I reared back, looking doubtfully in his eyes. Lauren spent a lot of time and effort keeping me blond, but it was getting harder and harder to hide. Even my five o’clock shadow was darker than when I was younger.
“It’ll make those pretty blue eyes pop.”
“Do you think so?” I asked, skeptically.
“Absolutely,” he growled seductively. His lips attached to the crook of my neck, and he sucked there on the sensitive skin. Oh hell yeah, he’d claimed his method of making love. I was the prey, and he was my predator. We were going at it rougher tonight. The way he enjoyed making love to me.
My body loosened while absorbing his love, tender nips and sweet caresses. My arms stretched around his shoulders, holding him to me. The perfect relaxation that left the day in the dust. I slid my palms over his back, paying homage to all the hard work that built this body into my favorite playground. My fingertips ran the ridges and grooves until I cupped his neck and close-cropped hair. I closed my eyes.
“You’re leaving a mark in a hard place to hide,” I whispered against his ear.
“Expect more. All these gay dudes about to watch you in the video, they need to remember their messing with a married man.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I said, moving my hands to his cheek, bringing those sinful lips against mine. Beau swept his tongue inside my mouth doing a deep dive. The instant clash of tongue and teeth turned the kiss carnal. I wanted to give him the fight he enjoyed, but damn, it was hard. Beau dominated me in every way.
A guttural sound slipped past my lips as Beau roughly and possessively yanked my body against his, stepping us under the spray. As suddenly as he took my mouth, he left me there hanging. His nose trailing against my cheek and ear. “How do you want it?”
“For you to dirty suck me here in the shower. I want all the sounds and feelings as I shove down your throat,” I said with no hesitation. “Then take me to bed and remind me who’s my boss.”
His line of vision met mine. “You’re my prince, but you’ve been naughty with your half-truths. There must be punishment.”
My grin was immediate. “Exactly like that. I’ve been very bad.”
Beau took a knee and roughly took my stiff shaft into his fist. A powerful tug followed as he bent to lick the slit in my tip. I was transfixed by the sight, unable to look away as the warm water trailed off me onto him. Beau swallowed me whole, a practiced and perfected technique, effectively turning me from the inside out. Before reality slipped past the extraordinary pleasure, Beau began fucking my cock with his mouth. Gagging and gulping with the aggressive way he took me down his throat and pulled my cock free again. His free palm gripped my ass cheek, fingertips digging into the flesh there.
My hips instinctively moved into the same rhythm Beau sucked me. Beau pumped my cock in and out of his mouth, over and over. The way he loved me sent tingles racing along my skin. The neurons inside my brain misfired as I coasted on nothing more than sensations.
His finger slid between my butt cheeks, seeking the pucker of my hole. He used the same rough force to open me, his digit easily finding my gland where he rubbed and flicked over and over until my arousal shot to the stars. It took effort to stave off the orgasm ready to spill.
The pleasure was welcomed. I was now floating on a different plane. With my eyes screwed shut, I coasted there. A place I wished he and I lived together every single day. What a fucking turn-on.
Heat washed over me from the inside out. My spine turned to jelly, my back hit the shower wall, barely able to stay on my feet. He was so good at fucking me like he hated me. I loved each and every minute. “Damn.”
“Mmm…” Beau’s throat vibrated around my cock. His calloused fingers fondled my balls. The tip of my guy’s nose pressed into the small hairs at the base of my cock. His tongue cradled my length, before he pushed my cock through his mouth and down his throat again. I loved, loved, loved that move. The sensual sensations ran rampant through me. When Beau swallowed, drawing me further down his throat, shooting stars sprinkled my vision in the headiest ways. The warm spray of the water, beating against my shoulders, intensified every unguarded wave of arousal rushing through me. Beau regularly filled my emotional cracks; he was magic right now.
I put my hand on Beau’s head, petting the short strands there. Then traveled lower, my nails scratching against his skin until I cupped the back of his neck. With the pads of my thumbs, I caressed this way and that until I had my hands fisted into his beard. I was tired of fighting my orgasm. My need was taking over. I thrust my hips into Beau’s mouth, rougher than usual. The way Beau changed into a heat-seeking missile at my suggestion of making love tonight turned me the fuck on.
I should be paying homage to him for the day he gave up for me. Yet, here we were. Beau loving my body with precision and care. An instrument he had taken time to learn to play, drawing melodies and the rhythms within seconds of his hands on the strings. I felt his love.
Moments later, Beau pulled his mouth off my cock. His amber stare lifted to mine. “Let me do this. You’re close to the end, and the water’s turnin’ cool.” His voice was hoarse and husky. Beau escalated the finger play in my ass and tugged at my balls with force. I was a goner.
“It feels so good,” I murmured as I reached for the wall of the shower. I eased back, resting there. My eyes closed. Oh fuck, it felt good.
The urgent glide of his warm talented mouth lulled my senses once again, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. His palm gripped my sac and applied pressure. Yeah, I liked that move a lot, canting my hips, teetering between heaven and hell. Beau’s eyes lifted to mine again. My hands fisted, one around his ear and the other into the air. He added a third finger to my hole, maybe a fourth.
Fuck, I loved ass play. Reality beats my fantasies by a mile.
The battle was lost.
“Gonna come.” My vision blurred as I shot my load down his throat. He took every last drop.
Beau
I reached over to turn off the faucet while wrapping a strong arm around Dash’s legs, keeping him upright. I rose, holding his spasming body against mine. His one arm hooked around my shoulders, his head cradled into the crook of my neck. Dash felt like I was the one who liked it rougher. That wasn’t true. Through pleasure, I helped relieve Dash’s heavy burdens. Owning his body like I owned his mind, preparing him to start tomorrow anew.
“You do it for me every time,” I whispered. The evidence of my arousal was sliding down the drain with the rest of the water. I reached for a terry cloth bath towel, awkwardly wrapping it around Dash as I continued to hold him flush against me. “Let’s go to sleep. We’ll find another time this week for me to fuck you.”
If being smitten so far into a relationship was possible, the devotion, and sheer love I had for him welled inside me, day after day, week after week. Right then, I only wanted to put him to bed, wrapping myself around him, coasting on our beautiful life. My cheek rested against his forehead.
“I love you. I’m proud of what you’ve accomplished. The podcast’s gonna be awesome.”
His lips pressed against my neck. “You’re always giving to me. I don’t do my part.”
“Not true. I came. Don’t worry,” I whispered. “Our sex turns me on, I can’t hold it.” Dash clutched tighter around my neck. My heart tripped in my chest. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“You’ll have to hold me,” Dash reared his head back. “All night, like we used to do.”
Got it. Same page.
I lifted the towel to run over his hair and gently down his body. Then I did the same for myself. Curled up in our comfy bed, sleep came easy.