Chapter 18
Jon
”Good morning, husband,” Jon whispered, tightening his arms around Kyle’s chest and kissing the back of his neck. He could tell by the rhythm of Kyle’s breathing that he was awake.
“I really like the sound of that,” Kyle replied groggily.
“Good, ’cause I like saying it. It’s almost eight. We should probably head downstairs.”
“Okay. Oh, what about Wyatt?”
“Your dad said he’d be on grandpa duty this morning,” Jon reminded him. “Do you wanna shower first?”
“Coffee first, shower later.”
They plodded down the stairs, clad in sleep pants and T-shirts, bare feet landing soft footfalls on the treads.
“Good morning, guys,” Rob said in greeting. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please,” they answered in unison.
“There’s a breakfast casserole in the oven that should be ready in about ten minutes,” Rob told them after filling two cups with a strong, dark brew. “And we’ve also got fruit salad in the fridge. Ben should be down with Wyatt in a minute.”
“We can’t thank you enough for taking care of the little guy while we go away,” Kyle said, sincerity apparent in his voice.
“It’s our pleasure. With everything that’s happened, I know your dad wants to get to know him better. Really, both of us do,” Rob admitted. “I never thought I’d have a grandchild, so this is special for me too.”
A few moments later, Ben walked in carrying his grandson. “Morning, guys.” He hugged Jon and Kyle, kissing their cheeks, then kissed his husband on the lips.
“Hey, buddy,” Kyle said to Wyatt.
“Down, Pa,” Wyatt said. When Ben set him on the floor, Wyatt waddled over to Kyle, lifting his arms.
Dutifully, Kyle lifted him up and received a kiss on his cheek from his son.
Wyatt leaned toward Jon and bestowed a kiss on him as well.
He then squirmed to get off Kyle’s lap and headed for the family room, where several of his toys were scattered on the floor.
They could easily see him from where they were sitting at the kitchen island.
“He seems to be adjusting well to everything that’s happened,” Rob remarked, then turned to pull the casserole from the oven. “This needs to sit for a few minutes before we dig in.”
“Yeah.” Kyle smiled sadly as if remembering his cousin’s passing. “I wasn’t sure how Wyatt would do at first, but things really have been good with him.”
“What time do you guys plan on heading out?” Ben asked.
“No later than noon,” Jon said. “You said it’s only about an hour to Plymouth, right?” When Ben nodded, he continued. “That will give us plenty of time to get there and check in, then take a look at the town before dinner.”
“That reminds me,” Ben said, reaching for an envelope tucked amid some cookbooks along one wall of the kitchen. “Here’s some information about the town and places you might want to visit.”
Kyle opened the envelope and pulled out two sheets of paper written in Ben’s neat hand, along with a simple map of what appeared to be the center of town. “Thanks, Dad.”
“If you see Clay at the B and B, tell him we said hi,” Rob said.
“He was so pleasant and helpful when we were there. Oh, and there’s a place in town called the Cask and Larder.
It’s a wine and gourmet food shop. We got them to pack a picnic lunch that we took up to the park on the bluff.
The views are amazing there. You might wanna think about doing something like that. ”
“That sounds really nice. I think we need to do that, sweetheart,” Jon said to Kyle.
“Okay, this casserole should be ready to eat now,” Rob announced, pulling a bowl of fruit salad from the fridge.
“C’mon, Wyatt, time for breakfast,” Jon called out.
“Bef-kiss,” Wyatt repeated.
The ride to Hawthorne Bluff was uneventful but scenic, at least toward the end once they’d left I-195.
They’d opted to take Route 25 and get onto Route 3 north in Sagamore so they could enjoy nicer views than just the highway.
As they drove down Main Street in town, Jon pointed out the Bradley House Bed and Breakfast sign, and Kyle pulled into the parking lot near the beautiful Federal blue Victorian home.
“Wow, I can see why Rob and my dad liked this place so much. It’s gorgeous!” Jon grabbed their duffel and backpack from the back of the SUV, and they headed in.
“Welcome to Bradley House,” a cheerful young man greeted them as they entered the lobby. “I’m Will, how may I help you?”
“Hi, Will, I’m Kyle, and this is my husband, Jon. Last name is Rockingham-Rivera. We have a reservation.”
“Certainly. I see that your stay has already been paid for, including any incidentals while you’re here.”
“Yeah, that’s my dad for you, leaves nothing to chance,” Kyle said, smiling. “My dad was here last summer with his fiancé, Rob, and they loved it. They wanted us to stay here for our honeymoon.”
“Congratulations!” Will said enthusiastically. “Your dad’s Ben Rockingham, right? I remember when he and Rob stayed with us.”
A man appeared in the doorway behind the reception desk. “Did I hear you mention Ben Rockingham?”
“Hi. I’m Ben’s son, Kyle. Are you Clay, by any chance?”
“I am. How are your dad and Rob doing?”
“Very well, thanks. They asked me to say hi for them.”
“Welcome to Bradley House and our little town. I hope you enjoy your stay. If there’s anything we can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you,” Jon said.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a family dinner to attend, but you’re in good hands with Will.”
After Clay departed, Will handed them brass keys and directed them to their room.
“My dad already filled us in on things to see and places to go, so we’re gonna walk around the town for a bit after we drop off our things,” Kyle told Will.
“Perfect. I may be gone when you get back, but Jeff is our night manager. He’ll be taking over around dinnertime. And as Clay said, let us know if you need anything.”
They had just enjoyed a great dinner at the Gray Whale and were back in their room at Bradley House.
“C’mere,” Jon said, unbuttoning his shirt.
Kyle smiled and ran his hands through the dark hair covering his husband’s chest. They kissed, Jon holding the back of Kyle’s head and plunging his tongue into Kyle’s eager mouth.
Jon broke the kiss and quickly shed his clothes as Kyle did the same. When they were both naked, Jon grabbed Kyle’s already-lengthening cock. “Want you so bad.” He pushed Kyle onto the bed and covered him with his own body, knowing how much Kyle liked to feel his weight on top of him.
“Want you inside me tonight,” Kyle whispered. He reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and wrapped his legs around Jon’s waist. They were both already leaking, and Jon moved his hips slowly, their cocks sliding against each other.
“Keep that up,” Kyle panted, “and it’s gonna be over before you know it.”
“We can’t have that.” Jon smiled. “I’ve got plans for you, sweetie.
” He moved down Kyle’s body, planting kisses along the way and sucking gently on Kyle’s nipples until they peaked into tiny buds.
When he reached Kyle’s dick, he licked the underside and lapped up the precum at the tip.
Kyle’s moans urged him on, and he swallowed Kyle’s cock to the root.
His nose nestled in the dark-blond pubes, and he inhaled deeply, relishing Kyle’s scent.
As he sucked Kyle’s cock, slowly moving along its length and stopping to swirl his tongue around the velvet head, he reached behind Kyle’s balls, moving one finger to his waiting hole.
After one final lick down Kyle’s dick, Jon said, “Gonna get you ready, love.” He lifted Kyle’s legs, pushing up. Kyle reached for his knees and pulled them to his chest, exposing himself to his husband.
Jon kissed his taint, moving to Kyle’s pucker, kissing and nipping, licking and laving.
He speared his tongue into Kyle’s hot entrance.
Kyle groaned and pushed the bottle of lube into Jon’s hand.
Jon quickly coated his fingers with the slippery gel and slid a single digit into Kyle as he moved up to kiss him.
“Please,” Kyle panted, and Jon added a second finger, slowly scissoring to open up his husband. After a minute, Kyle pleaded, “Ready! Now, Jon!”
Jon positioned his cock against Kyle’s pucker and pushed. Once he was fully enveloped in Kyle’s heat he kissed him deeply, then began to move, slowly at first, then speeding up.
“Yeah, that’s it,” panted Kyle between kisses. “Fuck me, baby.”
Jon adjusted his position, lifting up on his knees a bit so that he hit Kyle’s prostate on every thrust. “So hot,” he cried out.
Kyle reached for his dick, but Jon gently batted his hand away, grasping his lover’s cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. “Oh, not gonna last!” Kyle exclaimed. After a few more thrusts of Jon’s hips, Kyle shouted, “Gonna come, baby!”
Kyle’s cum painted his belly, hitting Jon’s stomach at the same time. Feeling Kyle’s channel tighten around him, his orgasm hit, and he filled his husband with his own release. His movements stuttered and slowed, and he lowered himself onto Kyle, kissing him once again.
Their breathing eventually returned to normal. Kyle whispered, “Love you so much.”
“Love you back,” Jon said.
“We should clean up before we fall asleep and end up stuck to each other.”
Jon groaned but got up, grabbed Kyle’s hand, and they stumbled into the bathroom.