Changes - 8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I quickly covered his mouth with mine. I didn’t want him to talk, to ruin the moment and maybe his erection. He got the idea.

Stroking him, I felt him get harder, and he moaned. So I took a chance and pushed him onto his back, then straddled him. I kissed his lips, nibbled his ears, and he held me, rubbing his now-firm member against me. Slowly I moved down his body, kissing, sucking, tasting every inch of him. I glanced up, his eyes were closed, and so I continued my southward journey.

Nestled finally between his legs, I kissed his inner thighs, loving the smell of him; the maleness of him. I licked and sucked his balls, drawing them into my mouth, where I tongued and pulled them gently. His cock now stood at full attention.

“Lous … baby … please ….” He moaned and thrashed as I licked and sucked him.

I knew what he was begging for and I gave it to him. I wanted him to remember this forever. It had been months, and I needed him to cum and love every single minute of it.

I lowered my mouth onto him, and as I did, glanced up and found his eyes open. He put his hand on the back of my head and applied gentle pressure. I slid down, letting him into my throat. He was ready and I just let him cum. He moaned my name as he let go and thrust upward. I swallowed every precious drop he gave me. I gently licked him clean, kissed his balls and inner thighs and nuzzled him as he softened.

He pulled me upwards onto his chest and he kissed me. I felt the wetness of tears on his cheek. His arms encircled me, held me tight and he murmured my name. We lay together then in silence. It wasn’t long before I felt his grip loosen. Slowly I raised myself and lay down next to him.

Once I’d pulled up the covers, I settled back on my pillow and knew I was falling asleep; I prayed that this hadn’t been a dream.

“Lous … Lous.”

“Mmmm, Donny, go back to sleep.”

“No, wake up, baby.”

I was warm and wanted to sleep, but I turned over. His arm was over my waist in a second. Then his lips were on mine, and we kissed hungrily.

I knew he couldn’t be comfortable twisted around as he was. I moved so I lay facing him, resting on the right side of his chest. His kisses were warm and sweet.

“You okay, baby?” I asked between kisses.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay.” He smiled at me, his golden eyes shone. “Thank you for last night.”

I just grinned. “You feel anything down there now?”

“Oh, yes.” He reached under and gently slapped his cock. “What could have happened?”

I spoke to him gently. “Don’t know. Maybe things have healed. Maybe you believed, baby. Whatever it is, you need to see your doctor.”

We snuggled together; I lay with my head on his shoulder. Don kissed me and said, “I’m sorry about last night. If you had slept with Harry—I know you didn’t—it would have been because of me. I’ve been pretty shitty toward you. I am truly sorry, Louis.”

Raising up on my forearm, I turned to stare into his eyes. “I know. None of it matters. I just want to be with you, Donny. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I’ll do better. I promise.”

“Love you.”

Don squeezed and kissed me. “Love you.” He was quiet for a few minutes and then said, “You love me enough to get on top?”

“What!” I turned on to my side. “You sure you’re up to that?”

“Oh, yeah … I’m positive.” Lecherous best describes his look as he pulled me over his body.

Two hours later, we finally got out of bed, showered together and took the elevator downstairs to make … lunch!

I’d just put the main course in the oven when there was a knock on the back door. I found Rena there when I went to answer it.

“Hey, come in!” I bent slightly to kiss her cheek.

“How are you?”

“Good. I just put quiche in. Stay for some.”

“You don’t mind?”

“No, of course not!”

We walked into the kitchen. Don was at his counter chopping vegetables for salad.

“Hey, Mom! Good timing!”

Rena kissed Don’s cheek. “Good timing, eh? You want me to finish your salad?”

Don looked hurt but then grinned. “Nah. I’m good. How are you? When are we going to meet the beau?”

I’d put on a pot of coffee while Don and his mom started talking. I poured us each a cup and set out the cream, sugar and spoons.

Don completed the salad and put it in the fridge to chill while the quiche finished baking.

We sat at the kitchen table. Don glanced at me and smirked, I covered my stupid grin with my hands.

Rena watched us and said, “Okay, you two. What is going on?”

I blushed under my hands. Donny seemed to puff up.

My mother-in-law’s confusion slowly morphed into a smile and then she said, “Oh, no. You’re … don’t, it didn’t? It did? You … both … together?”

To us her stumbling words made perfect sense. Then she started to cry. Don’s eyes widened in surprise, he reached for his mother.

“Mom, please don’t cry. This is good news!”

I got up to get a box of tissues as Don rolled around to Rena. When I returned, Rena was asking, “Do you feel anything else? Anything in your legs?”

“No, Mom. At least not yet,” Don replied. “Doc said that it could take a while if anything was going to happen.”

“I know. Well, I’m just pleased that your … well … that you two can … I know how important it is.” Rena grinned, and her face flushed pink.

I smiled at them both. “Yeah, it was pretty darned good!”

Don grinned like the Cheshire Cat; a big cheesy grin. I sat down and held his hand.

Rena seemed thoughtful and a bit distant. I asked her if she was okay.

“Yes, I haven’t heard from Miriam. Have you two?”

“No, we haven’t since her appearance here.” I answered.

Don sipped his coffee. “Mom, do you have any idea what is going on with her? I mean, even when we were teenagers you knew I was Gay. But I never saw Mir with a girlfriend or a boyfriend.”

Rena looked into her coffee cup and back at us. “You know, when you announced that you were Gay … came out, Don, I took that hard. I was afraid, angry and hurt. I had no idea what to do, or to say.”

“Did you discuss it with Miriam?” I asked, because Miriam really didn’t seem normal.

“Looking back, I probably shouldn’t have. Don’s father, Tony, had left us two years before. I had only just started to cope better with the loss of my marriage and my husband. So I turned to her.” Rena faced Don, her eyes filled remorse and tears. “I am so sorry. And I’ll tell her that too.”

Don reached over and took his mother’s hand. Then he looked at me. “Lous, do we have any wine or something harder than coffee?”

“Yeah, there’s wine and some spirits, if you really feel like drowning your sorrows.”

“Wine’s good. Maybe we should eat?”

“The quiche is likely done. I’ll have a look at it. Vino with lunch will be nice. We can all pass out later on!”

Donny just smiled at me.

There was laugher at lunch. I’m sure some of it was helped by the bottle of River-Bend Gewurztraminer we drank.

After lunch, Rena left, and Don and I decided to have a nap. We did sleep, eventually.

I was wrapped in the warmth of Don’s arms when the phone woke us. Don groaned and reached over to pick up his mobile.

He pressed the talk button and held it to his ear.

“Hey, Harry … Yeah, good and you? … I’m writing as we speak … Um, yeah sure, what time? … See you then, I’ll have Louis put on the coffee and bake a breakfast coffee cake.”

That pricked up my ears! I flipped on my side and peered at him. Oh, you will, will you?

Don smiled.

“Okay, Harry, yeah we’ll see you tomorrow morning … bye now.”

I poked him in his sexy ribs. “I’m baking Harry a cake, am I?”

His eyes sparkled when he grinned. Don looked happy. “Well, for me too, babe.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll do it.” You are such a pushover, Louis!

“Yesss!”

I leaned forward and kissed him. “I think maybe we should get up and try to stay out of bed for at least two hours.”

“Fine with me. If you decide you want me again, you can just climb on my lap.”

I shoved him gently. “Get up, man! And I don’t mean your dick! We know it works, no need to show off!”

Donny giggled and grabbed me before I managed to retreat. He kissed me, while I feebly attempted to escape. Eventually, those lips won the day!

After some heavy-duty kissing, we actually managed to get up, and waited for certain body parts to go down.

Don washed the lunch dishes at his special sink, and I put a chicken in to roast. I also measured out what I’d need to make the coffee cake on Sunday morning.

We sat and had a cup of tea at the table. Don was looking at his laptop when he peered over it at me. “That call before. Harry wants to talk to me. I think he’s wanting me to hurry up with this story. I haven’t been too productive.”

“It’s been a rough time.” I traced the handle of my mug and glanced up at him. “Harry’s glad you’re okay. I’m sure he’s willing to give you time to get back into the swing of things.”

“Maybe so, but I need to get something finished. I mean, they won’t pay me unless I produce.”

I smiled and sipped my drink. My mind wandered to me in running shoes. Me running for anything was a crazy notion. Harry’s words came back to me: “What about a marathon?”

“That’s fine as long as I don’t have to run.”

“But you will have to run.”

“I can’t run down the street!”

“You need to train with him. Essentially he’ll be training you as well as himself.”

“Lous? Louis?”

Don’s voice dragged me out of my daydream.

“Sorry. I should do something I guess.”

“Babe? You know we could put a washer and dryer out in the barn. I could do the laundry during the week while you’re at work.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“No. It’s fine if they are front loaders; I won’t have any problem doing that.”

“Well, maybe next week we can go and see if they are on sale.”

Don smiled. “It’s a date. How about lunch out as well?”

I bent to kiss him. “It is a date! Love you.”

I left Don writing and went to do some much-needed laundry. I cleaned and tidied the spare room where I’d slept.

With luck, I won’t be back in there!

Things seemed to be going well with Don. At least we had some of our intimacy back. That was good place to begin to reconnect. I didn’t really have any doubts we’d be okay, but it had been touch and go for a little while.

I changed the sheets on our bed and threw them all in the wash. That done, I ran down to prep our dinner. That golden odour of roasting chicken was making its way through the house. I found Don with his mobile tucked against his shoulder while he cut up potatoes.

He glanced up at me as I got the vegetables from the fridge. He was still talking as I prepped the veg for the steamer.

“No man, not me anyway … yes … um, sure unless you know anyone that wants it … no that’s great, Jed. Yes … thanks. Take care.”

I heard him put his phone down.

“Lous? These potatoes are done. I’ll rinse them and put them on the stove.”

“Okay, thanks. That was Jed? How is he?”

“He’s fine. He’s got a job with another guy and he just wanted to know what to do with the bike and shit. I told him just to get rid as he sees fit. I don’t have a use for ….”

I put the paring knife down and turned around. Donny had gotten the potatoes on, but now sat with his head in his hands.

“Don? Heey … it’s okay.” I knelt before him and we held on to each other. He shook his head silently.

I just hugged him until he finally raised his glance.

“Louis, I’ve fucked up so many people’s lives. Yours, my own, Mom’s, and now Jed’s and the crew. They all had to find new jobs, and you and I nearly split up ….”

Hugging him tighter, I said, “Donny … please, baby. We had some adjustment pain, that’s all. I never intended to leave you. You have to know that, baby.”

He lifted his head. “No?”

“No. Oh my god, no. I may have been frustrated, but I never thought of leaving.” I kissed him. “So Jed’s found a new job? I’m glad. He’s a good man. What was decided about the bike and all the equipment?”

I reached over to the table and grabbed the box of tissues, and Don plucked a couple.

“He said he knew someone who may want it all because the bike isn’t too badly damaged. Thought he could get decent money for everything. I told him to go ahead and sell it. I’ll need to sign the papers, but I’m going to pay off Jed and the boys.”

I’d known that debt would have to be paid, and if Jed could get decent cash for the bike and other equipment, that would be good news.

I smiled at my sweet husband. “Don, let’s get this dinner on the road, eh? I’ll finish the veg, and get you the stuff to make the gravy. How’s that?”

He nodded.

After dinner, I was feeling a bit ice-creamish, so we decided to take a drive to a nearby park for dessert.

Our nearly-new van had a side entrance and ramp. We had to make sure we parked where we likely wouldn’t be blocked in. This model of van ensured that Don could sit in the front alongside me.

After we parked, and Don was out, I got behind him to push the chair. Don twisted around a little and looked up at me. “Baby, let’s walk-n-roll!” Then he laughed.

“Did you seriously just say that?”

“You’re just jealous you didn’t say it first!”

“True!” I started to push.

“Hey, you come and walk beside me baby. I got this.”

I did and he pushed himself along. My help was only required on some hills. We walked-n-rolled side-by-side until we’d hunted down an ice cream truck. The line wasn’t too long and we had our ice cream cones in a few minutes.

We quickly found a place for me to sit. As I ate my cone, I watched Donny with his. He seemed to be enjoying it.

“Lous? Isn’t that kid cute?”

I turned to look in the direction Don was. There was a mom and dad with a little one in a stroller. The little girl was eating a cone; she was covered in ice cream, but didn’t seem to care.

I thought it was nice the parents didn’t seem to care either. The kid was having a wonderful time. I figured you’d have to wash her clothes whether you were angry or let her enjoy it.

“Yes, she sure seems to be enjoying her ice cream.” I bite into my cone and smiled at him.

Don wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Lous, you ever think you’d want a kid?”

I choked a little. “Shit, Donny.”

“What? We’ve never talked about kids.”

That was true. “No, I guess we haven’t. I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Sometimes I think it would be nice. Other times, I think I must be out of my mind. Who would want me for a dad? I mean, it was bad enough before but now, with me in this thing.”

“You’d be a better dad than you think, Don.”

“Think so?”

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. “Yep, I do.”

“Is there a but?”

“Mmm, I don’t know baby. I mean, you talking about a baby? Would you have to be the biological father? Or adopt a kid who’s older and needs us?”

“Wow, I’ve not thought about all of that. But … to be honest, I don’t think I need to be the actual father … just be someone’s dad. A kid who needs us, like you say.”

I stood up; it was starting to get dark. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Can we talk about this again? Kids I mean.” Don started to push himself along.

“Sure we can.” I fell in beside him. “Once we’re all settled and stuff. Sure why not.”

After a few minutes of silence, Don asked, “What we gonna do when we get home?”

I looked down at him. “Watch TV? Why, what do you want to do?”

If his smile got any broader, I thought his face would crack. “Well, I thought maybe you could sit on my … knee.”

“Huh, is that what you thought?” I moved behind him and pushed him up a small incline and over a bump onto the parking lot tarmac.

“Well, maybe I can convince you then?”

We got to the van and I unlocked it, opened it and lowered the ramp. I helped push Don up. He locked his chair into place while I looked after the ramp. I headed to the driver’s seat and stopped to kiss him.

It was electric when our lips touched and Don reached for me as our kisses became passionate.

When we finally broke apart, Don, who was still smiling, said, “Convinced?”

I sat down and pulled on my seat belt. I glanced over at him. “Um, yeah I think I am.”

He grinned. “Home, Lous!”

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