Chapter 22 #2
“Westport, I think, is about 90 minutes from here. Check for a website on the Internet. I assume you know how to work a computer.” James winked.
Ailbe laughed, drawing Pearson’s attention his way.
“This guy is a computer genius,” Ailbe said.
“Fierce!” James said, covering the fact that he knew both Rod and Wyl outside the bar. “I noticed you two in here before. But we haven’t officially met.” James extended his hand. “I’m James Pearson.”
“Ailbe MacGowan, and this is my partner Declan Knowlan.” Ailbe accepted the proffered hand. Declan did the same.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Declan said. “We love coming to hear your music. Do you have CDs available?”
James chuckled. “No, I never did any studio recording. I’m not that good.”
“Oh, I beg to differ,” Rod said.
“You know something about music?” James looked in Rod’s direction.
Wyl laughed. “My husband has his Ph.D. in music. So yes, he knows a little about music.”
All five laughed.
“Well, I need to get back to my set. It’s good meeting you two, and it’s good seeing you Texans back in Wilde’s. I hope to see all of you again.” James nodded and left.
“Nice guy,” Declan said. “Friendly, too.”
Wyl turned to Rod. “Well, babe, I guess we need to go. Ailbe has me working tomorrow, and I need my rest.”
Ailbe smiled. A bit of an evil twinkle escaped his eyes as he winked at Wyl. “You two take care. We’ll see you on campus in the morning. Come to the campus around 9:15. I’ll start the class, then you can come in and talk to the lads.”
“Sounds good. I am not familiar with the GMIT campus. Where is this classroom?”
“It’s in the Technology Centre in the School of Business. There is visitor parking at the south entrance off Ballybane Road. You’ll find a campus directory inside the building adjacent to the parking area. Follow the signs to Technology. The classroom is Room 240. Second floor.”
“We’ll find you. See you in the morning.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Ailbe said. “Good night.”
* * *
Back at the flat, Wyl and Rod undressed for bed.
“I think Ailbe plans to make a play for me.” Wyl unbuttoned his shirt.
“What makes you think that?” Rod unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants.
“He winked at me tonight. I’m unsure if it’s real or part of the game, but I definitely noticed.”
“What the fuck are you telling me?” Rod bristled, his voice ramping up to full-blown jealousy.
Wyl’s bare feet pounded the floor to Rod, and he wrapped him in his arms. “Babe, relax. I’m not interested in anyone but you.”
Rod struggled briefly, then relaxed and melted into Wyl’s embrace. “Sorry. I don’t like other men showing interest in my husband. Remember San Francisco?”
“How could I forget. Stewy’s advances threw us both for a loop.”
Rod pulled back to look at Wyl. “Yeah, but you came and found me after I fled.” Desire replaced the jealousy in his eyes.
“And remember this?” Wyl held up his left hand, tapping his thumb on the underside of his ring finger. “The gold and diamond thingy, as you put it.”
“Yes, and I have one, too,” Rod held up his left hand, tapping his thumb likewise.
“And what does that symbolize?” Wyl asked, adoration in his eyes.
“Uhm…I need a manicure?” Rod remembered their conversation on Castro Street that day.
Wyl grabbed Rod's sides and tickled him mercilessly. Rod wriggled, laughing wildly while trying to free himself.
“Stop,” he laughed out the word.
Wyl reached his arms around Rod and clasped his hand in the small of Rod’s back. “I asked you to marry me because I love you and only you.”
Rod gazed into Wyl’s eyes, and they shared a kiss. “And I said yes because I love only you.”
“Babe, sit.” Wyl released his arms and edged Rod to the bed, and they sat. “I need you to listen to me and listen carefully.” Wyl put his arm around Rod’s shoulders, his right hand squeezing Rod’s right shoulder.
Rod’s heartbeat quickened. What was coming next couldn’t be good. “What is it?” he asked.
“If Ailbe pursues me, I must allow his advances.”
“What?” Rod shouted, twisting to try and free himself from Wyl’s binding arm.
“Look at me!” Wyl maintained his hold on his husband.
Angry, Rod turned to glare into Wyl’s eyes. “This better fucking be good,” Rod spoke between gritted teeth, his breathing rapid and heavy.
Wyl noticed Rod’s pinpoint pupils, a clear sign of anger. “We are married. Husbands. Dedicated to each other. Nothing has changed. I do not want Ailbe’s advances, but we’re playing a game here. A life or death game.” Wyl kept his focus on his husband. “Death,” he repeated.
Rod blinked rapidly as the meaning of the repeated word hit him, anger and confusion contorting his expression.
“Ailbe needs to believe we are pawns in his game, to move about the board as he chooses. We must play the game to win.”
Rod paused for a few seconds while the message penetrated his warring emotions.
Anger again boiled to the surface. “If you think I’m going to fucking sit idly by and watch you in the arms of another man, you have another thing coming.
” Defiance stiffened every muscle in Rod’s body.
“The sight of you and Stewy in a lip lock on the balcony in San Francisco is permanently burned on my retinas. Although I realize that was all Stewy, it hit me in the chest like a punch from Cassius Clay.”
“You mean Muhammad Ali?”
“You’re not helping by making me feel ancient.” Rod studied the clenched fists in his lap and avoided Wyl’s gaze.
Wyl tugged at Rod’s chin to look into Rod’s eyes. “Tell you what, let’s have a signal. A codeword, perhaps. Something we’ll say to each other that would be innocent to others, but communicate to each other that we were playing the game.”
“What do you mean?” A hint of anger still in his voice, Rod looked away. “I’m not happy about playing the fucking game.”
“Death,” Wyl said.
The word hit Rod in the chest like another blow from Cassius Clay.
“Have you ever heard me call you darlin'? Wyl asked.
“No,” Rod groused, his chest still hurting from the phantom punch.
“I don’t use that word. It sounds a bit hillbilly to me.”
“I agree, darlin’.” Rod snarled out the word.
“Then that is our word. If you ever hear me say it, you’ll know I’m playing the game.”
“Like I said, you playing the game doesn’t sit well with me.”
Wyl tugged at Rod’s chin again and gazed into his eyes.
“There is no way anyone will lure me away from you.” Wyl softened his voice.
“I liked you when I first saw you walk into the classroom. Your confident swagger. Your firm handshake. Your captivating gaze.” Wyl kissed Rod lightly. “You didn’t know that, did you?”
“No.” Rod whimpered, his eyes closed as anger drained away and sensations of love crawled over him like ants.
“What did you think when you first saw me?” Wyl spoke in a calm and seductive tone.
Rod opened his eyes and gazed into Wyl’s. “My heart beat faster. My face felt hot. I thought you were the most handsome man I had ever seen. And when we shook hands, I felt the spark I still feel when we touch.”
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No.”
“Why would you think I could?” Wyl enveloped Rod’s mouth in a fiery kiss, tasting Rod's essence and pouring all his love into that moment. The kiss broke slowly, with a few quick pecks to Rod’s soft lips.
“Babe, you are the only one for me. Please keep that in mind as we proceed through the next few weeks. No matter what develops or what you see or hear, always remember that you are my husband, and my love for you is endless.” Wyl pulled Rod to his chest, kissed Rod’s ear, and gently nibbled the lobe.
Rod shivered at Wyl’s actions. “I would die to save you, Wyl.”
“Babe, if you died, I would die. You’re all I have left in this world. I could not survive without you.” Wyl choked on the words.
Rod wrapped his arms around his husband. “I wish I had brought my guitar.”
“Why?” Wyl said.
“The last time you gave me a guitar lesson, we ended up having sex.”
“How about we skip the guitar part and go directly to the sex?”
Rod stood and turned his back to Wyl. “If I remember right, you were massaging my shoulders.”
Wyl took the cue and stood, his strong hands digging into Rod’s shoulder muscles.
“You put your arms around me.”
Wyl remembered and wrapped his arms around his husband from behind.
“I groaned and leaned my head back. You leaned over and kissed me.”
They repeated the scene, complete with a more-than-fiery kiss that took their breath.
The kiss broke, and Rod gasped. “Boy, have you learned a lot about kissing.” He rotated in Wyl’s arms and pulled him into a jaw-tiring, tongue-wagging, saliva-exchanging, tooth-jarring kiss. Their passion for each other deepened, and the heat between their bodies intensified.
“Too many clothes,” Rod gasped, tearing at Wyl’s shirt, buttons flying across the room as he ripped the shirt from Wyl’s chest.
Wyl tugged at Rod’s shirt, pulling from the waist up and over his head, shirt and undershirt together, trying to get at Rod’s skin as quickly as possible.
They fell to the bed, and Rod attacked Wyl’s chest, licking and sucking at his nipples, the nubs hard and sensitive. He licked his broad tongue across the right nipple, bit it softly, then harder. Wyl gasped, a deep groan escaping from his chest.
With both hands, Wyl tweaked Rod’s nipples, massaging and pinching simultaneously while relishing Rod’s tongue on his chest. The little rancher had never stood at attention so firmly as now, and Rod’s cock was almost exploding, it was so hard.
Wyl looked at Rod’s cock. “Oh god, what a beautiful instrument you have. So perfectly shaped. So hard and throbbing.” He caressed the shaft, spreading the slick pre-cum around the head and down the sensitive sides.
Rod gasped. “I’m riding the edge, babe. You turn me on so much I’m about to shoot.”
“Not yet,” Wyl whispered. “I want you to enjoy this for as long as possible.”
“God, babe, I need to cum.”
“Little rancher needs attention,” Wyl gasped.
Rod looked at Wyl’s erect member, flexing with each heartbeat and begging to be touched, pre-cum pooling in his navel. Wyl leaned back and opened his legs, inviting Rod to have his way with the little rancher.
Rod reached down and stroked Wyl’s thighs with his fingertips, slowly edging toward his pleasure center. Wyl’s cock danced in anticipation as Wyl gasped. “Please!”
Rod scraped his fingernails over Wyl’s taught sack, teasing before he leaned down and sucked each ball into his mouth, tonguing the taught sack.
Wyl gasped as his cock danced. Rod licked the salty pre-cum, took the head in his mouth, and engulfed Wyl’s cock in warm, wet ecstasy.
“Babe, I’m gonna shoot if you don’t stop.”
Rod put his fingers up for Wyl to suck while slowly tonguing Wyl’s cock, keeping him on the edge of ecstasy.
Wyl worked his tongue around Rod’s fingers.
Rod groaned with Wyl’s cock in his mouth and took the wet fingers and inserted them in Wyl’s hole, finger fucking him and poking his gland with each thrust.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cream!” Wyl screamed as he shot down Rod’s throat, jet after jet of warm release, Rod drinking it all down with an active tongue that kept Wyl’s orgasm going forever.
When Wyl’s orgasmic nirvana ended, Rod pulled his fingers and positioned himself to fuck his husband.
Wyl groaned with pleasure as his cock stiffened again at Rod’s entrance.
“Fuck me, babe,” Wyl shrieked, jacking his cock again.
Rod leaned forward and captured Wyl’s mouth in a searing kiss, both gasping for breath in the passionate lovemaking.
Wyl was instantly hard again, his gland assaulted with every thrust of Rod’s cock.
He pumped his cock, using his own cum as a lubricant and tasting his own seed in Rod’s kiss. He felt his own orgasm building.
Rod felt Wyl’s hold tighten around him as Wyl’s orgasm built. The tightening/release of Wyl’s second orgasm around Rod’s cock pushed him over the edge. He filled Wyl’s cavity with his seed, holding his breath and pumping until they were spent.
“God, where did you learn to do that?” Wyl gasped. “Two orgasms in minutes.”
“I love you two orgasms,” Rod chuckled softly as he pulled out of Wyl. “Promise me we’ll get to do this again, in Texas, in our own bed.”
“Babe, that is a promise.”