14. Tennant
FOURTEEN
Tennant
Stepping off the plane at Myrtle Beach International Airport, I couldn’t believe how cold it was. I burrowed down into my Railers hoodie.
“Christ, it’s freezing,” I complained while Mads, Ryker, and I disembarked. “It must be like fifty or something.”
“Sissy beach boy,” the Canadian behind me chuckled.
Giving him the bird as a reply was my first thought, but since there were a couple old folks in front of me, I gave him a dark look over my cold shoulder instead.
“Hell, we’re out in tank tops and sandals when it hits fifty in Ontario,” Mads said.
“Good for you,” I muttered.
Ryker chuckled at the banter. He was a really cool kid. I know that some people would make all kinds of snide comments about how close in age Ryker and I were when Mads and I were public knowledge… if we were ever public knowledge. Fuck the haters and everyone who looked like them.
I hustled into the terminal to avoid frostbite. My folks were right there, grinning madly. Mom got to me first, pulling me into her arms and holding me tight for a long time. I embraced her tenderly, blinking at the moisture gathering in my eyes.
“My baby is home,” she whispered by my ear. I gave my father an awkward smile as Mom clung to me like a Capuchin monkey.
“Okay Jean, we have to move. We’re blocking traffic,” Dad commented.
Mom pressed a kiss to my stubble-coated cheek. “Now it feels like Thanksgiving.”
There was so much love in her eyes I had to cough and sniffle a bit before stepping away to motion to the men who’d flown down with me.
“This is Jared’s son, Ryker.”
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Ryker.”
Mom hugged him as well, but not as ferociously, and then pecked Mads on the cheek. Dad clapped Mads on the back, shook hands with Ryker, and then tugged me to his chest for a sound man-hug.
“It’s good to have you home, Tennant,” Dad told me as we headed to get our luggage.
After our bags were in hand, we hustled out to the parking lot. Mom herded us into their new red Dodge Durango. We all chatted during the drive from the airport to my parent’s house.
We stepped out of the Durango and I glanced at Mads. He looked stressed, his mouth set and his eyes worried. I thought about taking him for a walk to the beach just a block away, but my mother was already pulling me toward the house.
Mads threw an arm around Ryker, whispering something into his son’s ear. The roar that rolled out of the front door when Dad pulled it open made Ryker’s eyes flare.
“Twin two-year-olds,” I shouted over the high-pitched squealy giggles that met us at the door.
Brady’s girls were dressed alike in tan overalls over white lacy tops. Their dark hair was pulled into those little Pebbles Flintstone top-of-the-head ponytails. The girls saw Ryker and Mads, then ran off screaming at the top of their lungs.
“Mom, you seriously need to hand out ear plugs at the door.”
Total bedlam erupted. Jamie raced past with one twin on his shoulders, Brady the other girl, both stopping only long enough to say “Yo” to me, Mads, and Ryker before thundering off.
“Welcome to the loony bin,” Dad chuckled as children squealed and wives shouted at husbands to stop roughhousing in their parents’ house. “It’ll be like this until the boys leave,” he tacked on, for Mads’ sake, I think.
“It’s as lively as I remember,” Mads commented while peeling off his jacket.
Mom took our coats and hung them in the hall closet, then herded us into the madness.
Kids, toys, two Lisa’s, Brady’s black lab, Bourque, and my brothers.
We were shoved into the melee. It felt like home.
Loud, rowdy, and slightly crazed. I introduced Mads and Ryker to Brady’s and Jamie’s wives.
Blonde Lisa and Brunette Lisa, respectively.
“So, am I not going to fit in here, not being a Lisa?” Mads whispered to me as we lounged on the couch catching up. That made me laugh. I wanted to pat his thigh or lean in for a kiss, but I’d not quite found the right way to tell my parents about me and Mads. I would… hopefully.
Dinner was pizza and wings that night, since Mom said she had enough cooking the next day.
By the time the pizza was gone, Mads had lost some of the tension lines around his mouth and eyes.
We watched old Stephen Seagal movies until midnight.
Sitting beside Mads all night, his hip and thigh next to mine, but not being able to touch him had driven me slightly crazy.
I’d rolled a thousand scenarios about a secret tryst around in my head, but two things stood in the way.
The fact that Mads was sleeping in the man cave with his son on the pullout sofa, and the idea of having sex in my parents’ house.
There was just something squicky about doing it where my mother might hear. Now doing it where she couldn’t hear…
“Hey,” I whispered to Mads after everyone had headed for their beds. “Meet me in the back yard in an hour.”
His eyebrows knotted.
“Just do it.”
I jogged up to my old bedroom and spent the next hour reading over some old comics from a box in my closet.
When my phone alarm sounded softly, I grabbed a Railers hoodie from my bag, tugged it on, and slipped quietly past all the sleeping Rowes, then down the stairs, carefully avoiding the sixth step, which creaked loudly.
Mads was standing in the kitchen in nothing but fleece pants and a tank top, his shoulders looking so much broader than his lean waist. Yeah, I needed me some of that.
“Come on,” I whispered, then carefully unlocked the back door. Out I went into the night. “Fuck, it’s cold.”
“Tennant, what the hell is this all about?” he asked when we were standing under the old oak that stood in the center of my father’s well-groomed backyard. I waved a hand over my head. He glanced up. “It’s a treehouse.”
“Yep,” I said, then scurried around him to climb the boards that served as stairs. “And we’re going to get jiggy in it. That is the term you used back in your youth, right?”
“Christ, you’re a smartass,” I heard him comment.
Flipping the trap door up, I shimmied through the opening, which had gotten much smaller since I was ten, eyed the low ceiling, then wiggled aside so Mads could try to get in.
His shoulders almost stopped the whole secret tryst thing, but we wiggled him free and up into the cobwebby little box with windows.
“I remember this place being bigger,” I mumbled while using my flashlight app to check out the place. The old Marvel posters still hung on the wall. As did one of Wayne Gretzky. “And not nearly as cold.”
“And you expect us to do what in here, exactly?” Mads asked. I doused the light and crawled over to where he was seated beside one of two windows.
“I told you. We’re going to sneak in a screw,” I replied as I began peeling my clothes off. “Shit,” I shivered when I was nude. “I’m going to freeze my nuts off.”
“We can just go back inside and get back into our warm beds and fuck when we get home,” he stated, but his hands felt all kinds of into the sex thing when I slithered over his lap and sat on his thighs.
He was all touchy feely, his fingers roaming over my chest and shoulders as a lone beam of moonlight peeked through the window, throwing Mads and me into dappled ivory light.
“Or we can stay here and fuck now,” I moaned when his touch traveled downward, his rough fingers gliding over the head of my cock.
I rocked against him, linking my fingers behind his head.
He rolled his hips upward. I smiled at the hard length of him sliding up against my ass.
I lowered my head, my mouth traveling over his rough cheek to his lips.
He thrust his tongue in roughly, tangling it with mine as he gave me one long, hard stroke.
Oh yeah, he was into this big time. His kiss was aggressive, demanding, exhilarating.
“Did you bring stuff?” Jared panted after leaving my mouth to chew on my neck like a playful tiger cub.
“What kind of tryst master would I be if I didn’t bring stuff?” I asked while reaching for my hoodie.
I got his cock out of his sweats, then made fast work of the condom and lube so I could get myself seated on him properly. Knees tight to his hips, fingers locked behind his head, his hands on my hips, I eased myself down onto him. The burn and stretch stole my breath.
“Easy, go easy. Slow. Damn it, Ten. Just… shit, damn it.”
I chuckled at his loss of words. I would have said something, but; I was struggling with my words too. Instead of talking, I just moved. That seemed to be the best reply. Long, slow, circular rotations of my hips that got him deeper and deeper and deeper still...
His fingers bit into my hips. With each roll of my pelvis, his cock bumped my prostate.
Each bump pulled a groan from me. Each groan of mine got a matching moan from him.
It was a fast, heated coupling. I came with no other stimulation than him being inside me.
Mads ground his hips up into me as I rode out my orgasm, his grip almost painful.
One huge thrust upward sent him over the edge as well.
With his cock kicking inside me, I covered his mouth with mine, sucking on his tongue as he bucked underneath me.
I collapsed into him, my lips moving across his cheek to his neck. “God, that was epic,” I murmured over his jugular. He continued to keep me in place, his fingers still firm on my hips.
“Have I told you today that I love you?” he asked, his voice thick with passion.
“Several times on the sly.” I mouthed at his throat, nipping at the cords, kissing along his jaw, shuddering at the rasp of his whiskers on my tongue. I cupped his face, tipped his head, and kissed him slowly and thoroughly.
“Ten, you need to get up, babe.”
“I know.” I could feel him growing flaccid. I stole one more kiss, a light one, then eased myself off. Both of us made a noise of loss. “Okay, this place is a fucking freezer. What the shit is wrong with the weather?”