Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2004 22:36:59 EST
From: SolCorazon@aol.com
Subject: Nell's Place Part 2/Lonnie's Heart Chapter 2

Nell's Place
Lonnie's Heart
Chapter 2


I owe a lot of thanks to my wonderful editor Terri and incredible beta-reader
Ena. Their insights and support are invaluable. Of course, any remaining
errors are my very own.

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LONNIE'S HEART
By SolCorazon


Sabian walked downstairs and entered one of three basement apartments. Only
one was unoccupied. He had no doubts that it would remain empty for long; Nell
would find someone else who needed help or they would find her.

He had called her several weeks before, after a late night spent drinking and
partying. Over the din of chatter and music, he had heard someone retching
loudly in the bathroom; his stomach had started gurgling in response.  Drunk out
of his mind, he had looked around the room. Heather and Beth, two of his
closest friends since childhood, had been having a conversation that he could have
repeated word for word. It was the same one from the night before, and the
night before that.

They could have all been on one of those reality TV shows: rich kids or
something like that. All of them had wealthy parents, the clothes, the cars, the
trust funds. Because of his mother, he knew how different things could be.

When he was old enough to understand, she had told him enough about her
earlier life for him to understand that it had been horrible in a way he would
never comprehend. He knew that's why she was so indulgent with him; she wanted him
to have all of the things she had lacked when she was growing up.

His eyes kept searching the room for something. He was too out of it to
figure out what he was looking for, but he did know that he felt sick, sour mouthed
and empty. For all that his friends acted like he was someone special, he
could have disappeared and someone else could have easily taken his place. None
of them would have missed a beat. If he left now, not one of them would have
noticed or cared.

He had gone outside and called a cab. While he waited, he called Aunt Nell
and asked to spend spring break with her. When he arrived, she hugged him,
looked him over with worried brown eyes and said, "Don't worry baby, everything's
gonna be alright."

He believed her because she was Aunt Nell.

Now, he lay in bed, wondering why he was so pissed off because some guy he
barely knew didn't want him. He rolled over and buried his face in his pillow,
slamming his fists against the mattress, wishing he could smother his thoughts
as easily, and extremely annoyed with himself because he couldn't deny that
beneath the anger, there was a little hurt too.

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"My baby's turning cold and the forecast calls for pain...." Robert Cray's
voice rang out, mournful and raw with heartache, matching the gloomy spring day.
The music corresponded perfectly with Sabian's mood.

The warmth inside of Nell's Place and the mellow, amber glow in the room
contrasted with the murky, grey outdoors revealed through the windows. The morning
crowd left and took their noisy chatter with them, leaving behind only the
quick taps of the heavy spring rain to interrupt the quiet. Nell sat at the
other end of the counter reading a book. Burt and Gary sat at the end of the bar
sipping coffee and talking in low tones.

There were a couple of girls, who looked like students from the nearby
college, sitting at a table munching on Nell's heavenly sugar cookies, drinking mugs
of hot chocolate and poring over the open textbooks in front of them. Sabian
looked around, bored and restless, wondering why he had thought he could
change. Wondering why he thought he needed to change. It was the same here. He didn'
t fit in here either.

He glanced over at Lonnie, moving fluidly around the pool table,
painstakingly lining up shots and practicing his game. Sabian felt a pang of loneliness
competing with the twinges of jealousy and rejection he felt whenever he looked
at Lonnie. Every single overture of friendship he had made towards Lonnie had
been ignored.

He polished the counter for the hundredth time and decided to try once more.
Uncharacteristically lacking in confidence, Sabian walked over to Lonnie.

"Hey, Lonnie."

"Hey," Lonnie replied casually, without sparing Sabian a glance.

"Um, I was wondering. Have you, um, checked the storage room lately?"

"Nah." Lonnie expertly sank three balls simultaneously then turned towards
Sabian and asked, "Damn, does it look like it did last time already?"

Finally, Sabian thought. There is life on this planet after all.

"Yes", he lied shamelessly. Well, he thought, maybe I'm not lying. Knowing
Aunt Nell, the storage room probably really is a wreck. "I thought we could try
and get it straightened out since it's so quiet in here today."

When they walked over to Nell, she eyed Sabian suspiciously for a couple of
seconds, smiled at Lonnie, shrugged and then told them to go ahead.

They worked side by side in silence. From time to time, Sabian would attempt
to get Lonnie to talk without success. He found himself staring at Lonnie
curiously, trying to figure him out. The longer he stared the more he found
himself wanting to be close to Lonnie, to touch him.

He would find excuses to brush against Lonnie when they were shoulder to
shoulder, some reason for their hands to touch while they stocked the shelves. As
they were about to leave the storeroom, Sabian asked, "You know what, Lonnie?"

"What?" Lonnie asked.

When Sabian didn't answer, Lonnie turned around and found himself standing
nose to nose with the other man. He backed away slightly.

Sabian replied, "If all you wanted was a blow job, all you had to do was say
so."

Before he finished speaking, he slid down onto his knees in front of Lonnie
and quickly yanked Lonnie's sweat pants down. Lonnie stared down at him,
wide-eyed, and as shocked by Sabian's actions as Sabian was by the fact that Lonnie
wasn't wearing any underwear.

Sabian swiftly captured Lonnie's dick, still soft, in his mouth. Lonnie's
penis responded so rapidly to the humid clasp of Sabian's mouth that his stomach
muscles spasmed and his hands jerked convulsively to the top of Sabian's
head.

Sabian's eyes lifted to meet Lonnie's and when their eyes crashed together,
the world went crazy. Lonnie couldn't look away. It had always been so
clandestine, shame filled almost, the way he did his thing with those guys. It was
always fast, always dark.

The lights in the storeroom were blinding. Almost as bright as Sabian's hazel
eyes, staring at him so intently, challenging him not to look away. Daring
him to acknowledge what was happening between them.

Lonnie had a flash of a sick, queasy feeling that rapidly passed because he
knew that he could stop this at any time. Sabian knelt in front of him
submissively, hands at his sides, waiting for Lonnie to make the next move.

Slowly, hands rising on their own volition, apart from his conscious
awareness, Lonnie touched the sides of Sabian's face and stroked lightly. Sabian held
Lonnie's growing penis in his mouth, unmoving. His heart was pounding
furiously and he couldn't believe what he'd just done. When he felt the tacit
permission of Lonnie's hands against his face, he began to slide his mouth slowly up
and down Lonnie's dick.

Lonnie shifted so that his shaking legs were spread wide open, feet flat on
the floor and back pressed up against the door, bracing himself so that he
wouldn't fall. He continued to caress the sides of Sabian's face, enjoying the
bristly feel of the fine, light brown stubble on Sabian's cheeks and chin. He
was still a little stunned to find himself leaning against the storeroom wall wi
th Sabian sucking his dick.

Lonnie watched avidly as Sabian slowly drew back, and then slid his open, wet
mouth down the length of Lonnie's penis, from tip to base, again and again.
When Sabian wrapped his arms around Lonnie's slender hips and buried his face
against the thick curly black bush at the root of Lonnie's cock, Lonnie
shuddered. He pressed his head back into the wall, struggling for control, not
wanting this to end too fast.

Sabian planted firm kisses against Lonnie's abdomen and upper thighs, moving
slowly and gently, aware that if he moved too quickly, he'd scare Lonnie away.
He lingered over Lonnie's lower abdomen, feeling the muscles tense and
release, and discovering how sensitive Lonnie was there as fine bumps rose beneath
his lips.

He looked back up at Lonnie. When their eyes met this time, the challenge in
Sabian's eyes was gone. Instead, they asked, `Does this please you?'

At least that's what Lonnie thought they were saying. Sabian's eyes were so
expressive that for a fleeting moment, Lonnie thought Sabian had spoken aloud.

Yeah, hell, yeah, he thought, hoping his eyes were conveying what he was
feeling. This was....this was...

When other guys had sucked him, he had felt like he'd been done and that was
cool. As pleasurable as it was, it was almost utilitarian. A lot of times,
they jerked themselves off while they were doing him and then it was over.

He had never before experienced this sensual, curious exploration of his body
or anything like Sabian's very obvious desire to please him. Sabian would
touch Lonnie in a certain way and if it elicited a response, he'd do it again.
Then he'd move on to another spot and see how Lonnie would react to a touch here
or a lick there. Sabian's tender attempts to discover what turned him on was
also a new experience.

At first, Sabian was thinking that Lonnie didn't really like what he was
doing but as he continued, he'd notice Lonnie's fingers twitching convulsively
against the side of his face or twining gently in his hair and then tightening
infinitesimally. Sabian was learning that Lonnie's body was very sensitive and
responsive to the very lightest of touches. If Lonnie liked something, he
wouldn't moan or make any noise, he'd just gasp a little, very softly, almost
inaudibly, and then his breath would hitch in his chest.

When he started recognizing the subtle signs that he was getting from Lonnie,
Sabian had finally looked into Lonnie's eyes again, wanting some type of
concrete reaction, Do you like this? he had wondered. Is this what you want?
Lonnie had looked down at him and Sabian had seen the answer on Lonnie's usually
quiet and impassive face. Yes.

Lonnie's eyes were so deep. Sabian just wanted to keep looking there and to
keep seeing that look, the one he had put there.

He held the head of Lonnie's penis in his mouth and sucked lightly while
rubbing the flat of his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves and flesh on
the underside. Lonnie's eyes narrowed in response and Sabian heard a quick,
sharp intake of breath.  So, of course he duplicated his actions repeatedly so
that he was rewarded again with Lonnie's subdued yet arousing responses to his
touch.

He grabbed Lonnie's hips with both hands, and moved him back and forth,
pushing Lonnie's cock in and out of his mouth in a slow, steady pace. Sometimes,
when he pulled Lonnie forward, as soon as Lonnie's cock head hit the back of his
throat, Sabian would reach around and cup Lonnie's buttocks, pushing him even
farther inwards.

The first time he did it, Lonnie almost fell over. His knees weakened and he
lost his balance. Sabian quickly tightened his grip to support him and Lonnie
recovered.
Sabian hummed with approval at Lonnie's reaction.

He removed Lonnie's cock from his mouth. "Like that?"

Lonnie's voice wasn't working. His reply was a hoarse whisper. "Yeah."

"Good," Sabian said.

He covered Lonnie's dick with his mouth again and grasped his thighs in an
even firmer hold. He pushed and pulled Lonnie forwards and backwards. This time,
when he pulled Lonnie forward and the head of Lonnie's cock hit the back of
his throat, Sabian was prepared when Lonnie's knees turned to butter. He
maintained his tight grip on Lonnie's muscular thighs and without missing a beat
ground his open mouth into Lonnie's pubes, forcing the cock just a little deeper
down his throat.

This time Sabian didn't stop, just kept going, listening as Lonnie's
breathing sped up, and became louder and coarser. He reveled in the feel of Lonnie's
hands clenching and pulling at his hair. He was embarrassingly gratified by
the soft, hiccup sounds Lonnie made each time he tried to catch his breath.

"Sabian", Lonnie gasped. "Sabian...."

Lonnie's cock twitched forcefully within the tight clasp of Sabian's mouth.
Caught up, Sabian had no intentions of stopping. He just kept pulling Lonnie
forward and pushing him back, savoring the taste of Lonnie's hot, hard flesh
and the sticky, gooey precum that soaked his tongue. He pushed Lonnie to the
back of his throat and just held him there, not allowing him to move, needing to
feel that fullness, and enjoying the taut stretch of his mouth around Lonnie's
dick.

Lonnie's legs were shaking and vibrating against him and Sabian knew Lonnie
wasn't going to last much longer. He gave one last, hard, forceful suck. Lonnie'
s cock bucked violently in his mouth, pulsed once, twice then Sabian felt the
abrupt rush of Lonnie's fluid into his mouth, thick, foamy, and so copious he
barely managed to contain it, swallowing rapidly and eagerly determined to
get it all.

Knees weak and shaking, Lonnie looked down at Sabian, dazed, perplexed, and a
little confused. His pants were down around his ankles. His cock was still
hard and sticking out in front of him, still wet with Sabian's saliva, and still
red.

Eyes closed, Sabian swallowed again and licked his lips. He was hard, not
quite believing what he'd done, on the verge of cumming and needing it, right
now.

He moved back towards Lonnie's cock. He licked and sucked on the sides,
avoiding the head. He sucked on Lonnie's thighs, nuzzled under his balls, all the
while squeezing his cock, needing it, needing to cum....just cum. Yeah, just...
once more...so close....

He buried his face against Lonnie's groin, mashing his face there, smelling
Lonnie. Sabian groaned quietly and came in his pants against his roughly
squeezing hand. He held his face against Lonnie's groin until his breathing slowed.
Every now and then, he would feel Lonnie's thigh muscles tighten and release,
still spasming after his powerful orgasm.

Reluctantly, Sabian pulled back and looked up at Lonnie. Lonnie returned the
look but Sabian was unable to interpret the expression in his ginger colored
eyes. For a chilling moment, they just stared at each other. Lonnie was the
first to look away.

He straightened himself up and moved off the wall. His hands, which had
recently been entwined in Sabian's hair, hung awkwardly at his sides; he wasn't
sure what do with them, or what to say. He decided upon, "Thank you". Master of
the quick getaway, his pants were up and he was out of the room before Sabian
had even begun to formulate a response.

Thank you?

Sabian finally noticed his aching, burning knees. His boxers were soaked. He
looked down at the large spreading stain on one of his favorite pair of jeans.
He was cold. He felt sticky and slimy and quite suddenly, tired.

Thank you?

You're fucking welcome, he thought to himself bitterly.

 TBC