What Is and What Should Never Be

After a second breakfast of pancakes and syrup, Louisa had escorted the boys outside and to their new residence.  The Hendersons had converted the barn into a two bedroom house, complete with bathroom and an open plan kitchen and living area.  The décor was modern and light, giving the illusion of space.  Tom walked from room to room, his eyes wide with excitement.  Never in his life had he stayed anywhere so beautiful and he felt overwhelmed by how lucky he was.  Louisa watched on, occasionally dabbing at her eyes when her emotions got the better of her.  She explained how all the appliances worked but insisted that Tom and Dennis eat with them every night up at the farmhouse.  When she saw their meager possessions, she offered to take the boys shopping.  Booker politely refused but when Louisa pointed out that Tom would need new clothes for school, otherwise he might be teased for looking different, Dennis reluctantly said yes but only if they paid for some of the purchases.  Wiping at her teary eyes, the old woman agreed.  Kissing the two boys on the cheek, she finally left them to enjoy their new home.

Booker stood at the window and watched Louisa walk down the narrow path and disappear from sight.  Drawing the curtain, he latched the door before turning to Tom.  “Hey gorgeous,” he murmured, as he laid his hands on his lover’s hips and leaned in for a kiss. 

Tom backed away, his expression worried.  “Maybe we shouldn’t, what if they see us?” he muttered, his eyes staring at the locked door as if expecting Louisa or Henry to burst in at any moment.

“It’s locked Tommy,” Booker replied, putting his fingers in the belt loops of Tom’s jeans and pulling the teen close.  “They’d have to knock first.”

Tom’s expression relaxed slightly and he let Booker kiss him lightly on the lips.  Wanting more, Booker’s fingers moved downwards and he cupped Tom’s groin in his hand.  “Let’s try out the bed,” he whispered as he nipped and sucked on Tom’s earlobe.

“I’m tired,” Tom murmured, although his body contradicted his words and his cock began to swell as Booker stroked and fondled him through his jeans.

Dennis’ voice was gentle as he whispered, “You can lie back and let me do all the work.”

Tom grinned as he nuzzled into Booker’s neck.  “Will you suck me slowly?” he asked, his voice husky with arousal.

Moaning quietly, Booker replied, “Whatever you want baby,” as his hands moved to Tom’s buttocks.  Patting a cheek playfully, he took hold of Tom’s hand and led him into the larger of the two bedrooms.  He quickly undressed as Tom stood looking on.  Once naked, he took pleasure in undressing Tom, taking time to kiss and lick at his bare flesh.  Finding Tom’s hot mouth, he kissed him passionately as he gently steered him backwards towards the bed.  They crawled onto the mattress, their mouths clashing as their fervor intensified.  Breaking apart, Booker gazed down lovingly at his boyfriend.  “Do you still want me to suck you baby?” he whispered, as he stroked a finger over Tom’s pouting lips.

“Play with me first,” Tom murmured, as he smiled drowsily, “and I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

Kneeling up, Booker told Tom to bend his knees and spread his legs.  Positioning himself in between Tom’s thighs, he began to stroke and caress Tom’s growing erection whilst gently touching his own swelling cock.  Tom’s eyes turned black as his pupils dilated.  “Kiss it,” he whispered, wanting to feel Dennis’ warm lips against his engorged head.  Grinning, Booker placed both hands on either side of Tom’s body and ducking his head, he pressed his lips lightly against Tom’s cockhead.  A loud groan from Tom made him smile and he sucked gently using only his lips before darting out his tongue and swirling it around the weeping tip.  Tom’s hips pushed upwards, signaling that he wanted more.  “Suck me Dennis,” Tom begged softly, his fingers entwining in Booker’s dark hair.  Taking a deep breath, Dennis took Tom into his mouth.  The feel of Booker’s hot mouth wrapped around his cock had Tom crying out with ecstasy.  He forcefully jerked up his hips and his cock rammed deep into Booker’s throat.  Holding Dennis’ head, Tom thrust in and out of his lover’s mouth, groaning loudly.  Booker grasped his own erection and started to pull, his soft moans vibrating against Tom’s cock.  “I’m coming,” Tom panted, “Oh fuck Dennis… so good… so good… so… FUUUCK!”  Tom’s scream resonated around the room as his orgasm shot into Booker’s willing mouth. 

Swallowing deeply, Dennis did not take his usual time to lap and kiss at Tom’s softening cock.  He immediately sat up so Tom could watch him as he tugged at his hard, weeping cock.  He started to groan when he saw Tom’s hypnotized expression.  “Faster,” Tom instructed as he licked his lips in anticipation.  “Oh fuck,” Booker gasped, as his hand worked faster and faster and he stared deep into Tom’s eyes.  “Tommy… Tommy… I love… I love… I love… YOOOU!”  Tom watched in delight as semen spurted over Booker’s fingers and his body shuddered violently.  When the spasms finally subsided, Dennis slumped forward onto Tom’s torso, panting heavily. 

Tom coiled his legs around his lover’s body and held him tight.  “I love you too,” he whispered into Dennis’ ear, “Now and always.”

Booker moaned happily before lifting his head and pressing his lips against Tom’s.  “Now and always,” he repeated softly as gazed down at his lover, “That means forever.”

“Forever and ever,” Tom murmured, as his eyelids grew heavy.  “You’re my everything.”

Smiling happily Booker rolled over and pulled Tom so he was spooned against him.  “And you’re mine,” he whispered before closing his eyes and drifting into a contented sleep.

**

Waking several hours later, Tom and Dennis spent a blissful hour lazing on the comfortable bed before showering and dressing.  They wandered around the barn, opening cupboards and exploring the rooms before unpacking.  As they began to hang their clothing in the main bedroom’s closet, Tom suddenly paused.  “Maybe I should put my clothes in the other room and mess up the bed, you know, so they think I sleep there.”

Booker’s brow knitted into a frown.  “Would you care if they found out that you slept with me?” he asked warily, afraid of ruining Tom’s good mood.

Tom rubbed at the back of his neck.  “I dunno, I mean, they’re old and they might not understand,” he replied.

Booker grinned widely.  “If you don’t want them to find out, you’d better stop screaming my name, ‘cause I reckon they heard you back in California.”

Grabbing a shirt from the closet, Tom swiped playfully at Booker’s legs.  “Yeah right, I reckon it was you who was making all the noise,” he laughed as he began to mimic Booker’s post orgasm mutterings, “I love you Tommy, oh Tommy, I love you!”

Dennis’s face turned red.  “Asshole,” he muttered with a grin as he continued to unpack his clothes.  “You’re just as bad.”

“That’s ‘cause you make me hot,” Tom murmured, stepping forward and kissing Dennis tenderly on the lips whilst his hands clutched at his shirt front.

Booker pushed him gently away.  “Don’t start, ‘cause this time I might not be able to stop.”

Tom’s eyes searched Dennis’ face for an explanation but his lover quickly averted his eyes.  A sinking feeling pulled at Tom’s stomach and picking up his clothes, he carried them into the other room.  He recognized that Booker needed more and he wanted to give him more but he still did not feel ready to surrender his body completely. 

He wondered if he would ever know when the right time would be.