Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2010 15:43:14 -0600
From: Roy <roynm@mac.com>
Subject: Owen, chapter 41, Gay College Section

Owen

Chapter forty-one

By Roy Reinikainen


	Lucas joined Owen at the door to the apartment, wondering briefly
at the unreadable expression on his partner's face.  "You okay?" he
murmured, following Owen's gaze toward Corey and Jonah, who were locked in
a tight, silent, embrace, with Corey's head resting on Jonah's shoulder.

	Owen nodded once, smiling crookedly.  "I'm happy for him," he
murmured, nodding in the direction of the two men.  "For both of 'em."  He
seemed to tear his eyes away, and grinned.  "Y'think we should go next door
and leave 'em in peace?"  He glanced toward the apartment's door, then to
the couple, who were still embracing, slowly rubbing their hands over one
another's back.  "We'd better leave a note on the door, or something, to
let Sam know that he shouldn't barge in."

	A few moments later, Lucas returned, note in hand.  As he closed
the door to the apartment, he gave Owen another searching look.  "Okay,
Cowboy," he said, as they crossed the wide landing to the next door
apartment.  "What's going on?"

	Owen sighed, as he sank into a sofa, and squished a pillow against
his chest.  "Jonah caught me as I was coming back from visitin' Sam's
folks.  We spent the afternoon together, down at the big flat rock at the
river's side."  He glanced at Lucas and slumped a little further,
stretching his legs out before him.  "I'll have to show you the place.
It's where Jonah and I used to swim when we were kids.  It was a safe
place."  He glanced up.  "Pops didn't know about it, so we could hide.
Anyhow . . ."  He took a deep breath, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he
hesitated, then went on.  "It . . . it, was one of the most wonderful
afternoons I can remember."  He turned a crooked grin on Lucas.  "We could
easily have had sex.  I think both of us sorta wanted to have sex . . . but
we didn't.  We sat there, naked, like we always were whenever we played on
the rock.  We ate a lunch Sally made for us.  We dangled our feet in the
water, and . . . talked about . . . everything.  I kissed him, Lucas.
That's something I've never done.

	"It's kinda . . ."  Owen raked his fingers through his short blond
hair, shifting in his seat to face Lucas.  "It's kinda like I've only just
discovered Jonah.  He was feeling like the two of us were drifting apart,
and, after listening to him, I can see why.  I've been so caught up in our
relationship, working with little Nicky, helping Sam's folks, and stuff
like that, that I haven't had time for Jonah."  Owen was silent for a
moment, staring across the room.  "Geez, I'm wondering if Abigail, Opie,
and Mama are thinking like Jonah was."  He compressed his lips, his
determination to show the rest of his family that he was not . . . drifting
away, showing in his eyes.

	"Anyhow, I'm sorta feeling all weirded out about the afternoon, at
the moment.  I was fine until I saw Jonah in Corey's arms, then pfft." Owen
tossed the pillow aside and threw up his arms.  "Strange feelings."

	"Strange?"

	"Yeah, it's like I'm suddenly worryin' about Jonah.  I don't want
him to be hurt.  Not that Corey would hurt him," Owen hastened to add.  "I
just ," he shrugged, and pushed himself off the sofa.  "I'm sorta feelin'
like the girl's father who believes no one is good enough for his little
girl.  I'm thinkin' that no one's good enough for Jonah."

	There was an extended pause.  "Except you?" Lucas asked, his voice
soft.

	Owen turned to him, his mouth open for a quick reply.  He seemed to
consider what he was about to say, then closed his mouth and bowed his
head.  "I'm wonderin' if that's what I'm feelin'.  And if it is," his voice
rose, "I've gotta stop!"  He pushed himself out of the easy chair, took
three steps across the room, then turned back to Lucas, who was watching
him in silence.

	"He's my brother, Lucas!  We've shared everything all of our life.
Jonah was there for me, from the beginning . . . even before Sam . . . but
when I needed to be there for him, 'cause of Pops . . . I was at school."

	Lucas accepted Owen's assertion with a slow hand motion and a
slight raising of one shoulder.  "Okay . . .  What does that have to do
with you two spending the afternoon together, or your worrying that,
somehow, Jonah's going to be hurt?"  He held up a hand.  "I'm just
wondering why you're so bothered by it, and why you're making excuses for
being bothered."  When Owen looked toward him, he raised his brows.

	Owen sank to a chair, facing Lucas, clasped his hands together
between his knees, and gazed unseeing across the room.  "I don't know the
answers to your questions.  All I know is that we decided to spend our day
together.  We talked about growing up together, y'know; about the good
times, and some of the bad.  I felt close, and I wanted to feel closer.
Lucas, I wanted to do more than sit and visit.  I wanted to do more than
kiss him a couple times.  I wanted to friggin' have sex. . . the kind of
sex you and Sam and I have . . . serious sex!  I still do, in fact!

	"Are you angry with me?" he asked, in a small voice.

	Lucas crossed the room and sat next to Owen, laying an arm across
his shoulders, and pulling him close.  "That's what's worrying you, more
than Corey being good enough for Jonah, or some such nonsense . . . isn't
it?"

	Owen rested his head on Lucas' shoulder, wrapping an arm around the
slender man's waist.  "I don't know . . ."  Another pause.  "Yeah, I guess.
I don't want anything to come between you and Sam n'me; then I go and do
something which could."

	"Easy, Cowboy," Lucas said, turning toward Owen and drinking in his
presence like water.  "You had lunch with your brother!  We're talking
about the same brother who endured the same things you did . . . for your
entire life!  Your relationship with him has got to be different than most
guys and their brother's, just for that reason alone.  On top of that,
Jonah is an extremely sensual person.  He fairly oozes sexuality.  I feel
it every time I'm around him.  I know Sam feels it.  I'm sure Corey does,
too, so why should you be immune?  The funny thing is, Jonah doesn't have a
clue how his mere presence affects others.

	"I remember the first night you and I showed up here in Riverton.
We were staying over at Sam's place.  You and Sam were locked away in his
room, and I was out on the porch.  When Jonah showed up, wearing a tight
pair of underwear, I about fell on my knees, I was so turned on by what I
saw.  And he didn't have a friggin' clue!  So, Owen, you've not done
anything to upset me.  Everything's cool, so don't go beating yourself over
the head because of it.  I'm sure Sam would say the same thing."  They both
turned, when Sam spoke.  He stood in the doorway, smiling.

	"What would I say . . . about what?" he added, as he entered the
apartment, and set his school books down with a tired sigh, and a murmur of
relief.  "Geez, I'm glad to be home."

	"I wanted to have sex today with Jonah, Sam," Owen began.  "We
spent the day, down by the river, havin' lunch, talkin' over old times.  I
kissed him!"

	"So?" Sam asked, crossing the room and joining the two men in a
group hug.  "I've kissed him."

	"And, so have I," Lucas added.  "So, why shouldn't you?"  He
sighed.  "Owen, you're trying to create a problem where none exists!  So,
leave it. You've done nothing wrong.  Even if the two of you had fucked
like wild men, you wouldn't have done anything to jeopardize our
relationship.  Right, Sam?"

	Sam nodded once, smiling.  "I would have liked to watch, though."
His eyes widened, and he smiled.  "Tell you what.  If the two of you ever
decide that you're going to get serious and do some real fucking and
sucking, let me know.  I'd like to watch!"

	Lucas laughed.  "Why not participate?"

	"Naw, this is between Owen and Jonah.  You'n I can fuck around
while we're watching 'em do their thing."  He raised his eyebrows and
smiled, behaving as if what he was describing was going to occur in only a
few minutes.

	Lucas shook his head, not quite sure what to think.  'This is the
super reserved man everyone was complaining about?'

	Owen playfully reached out a hand and rested it against Sam's
forehead, as if checking for a fever.  "He seems fine," Owen, observed,
seriously.  "Maybe we need to strip him and give him a more thorough going
over, y'think?" he asked, turning to Lucas.

	Sam pulled the two men close, first kissing Lucas, then Owen.
"Sounds good to me, but first I want something to eat, besides you guys'
sperm," he added quickly, when Owen opened his mouth.

	"Are we going to Sally's restaurant for dinner, or should I run
down and bring something back?"  He frowned.  "And, why are we not in our
own apartment?  I saw your note pinned to the door on our apartment, but it
didn't explain anything."  He studied Lucas through narrowed eyes.  "Don't
tell me that you didn't want to clean, so you moved in here, hoping our
place would clean itself.  Or, worse yet," he added, ignoring a glare of
warning from Lucas, who could already guess what Sam was about to say, "you
didn't cook something which ended up smelling up the whole place, and
you're waiting for things to air out before we go back inside?"  He gave
Lucas an over-the-rim-of-his-glasses look.  "You do remember what the fumes
did to the tree outside the window, the last time that happened, don't
you?" He raised his brow, and tried not to smile, as he waited for an
answer, while Owen tried to control his laughter.

	'My Sammy's back!' he shouted to himself.  'He's feelin'
comfortable enough to tease Lucas.  This is wonderful!'

	"Are we finished with trying to be cute?" Lucas asked, quickly
placing a hand over Sam's mouth to prevent any more glib remarks.  "We're
over here because Corey and Jonah are using our place, for the moment.
Corey showed up today.  So, smart ass, the tree will have a chance to
recover."  He glanced toward Owen.  "Someone's mother needs to give us some
rudimentary cooking lessons."

	Before Owen could reply, Sam smiled.  "Good!  Riverton is where
Corey belongs.  He'll do better here than in the city."

	"Why would you say that?" Lucas studied Sam at arm's length.  "I
didn't know you knew Corey well enough to be able to tell what would be
best for him."

	"Oh, you know how it is," Sam temporized.  "I see things others
don't."  After a few moments, he held up a reassuring hand.  "Actually, I
spoke with Bailey.  He thought Corey would do better here than back in the
city, and," Sam added, before Lucas could ask anything more, "don't ask me
where, when, why, or whatever about talkin' to Bailey, 'cause I can't
answer."  He leaned close and stage-whispered.  "That means . . . it's a
secret."

	"I'll go get some dinner," Owen volunteered, changing the subject.
"I'll pick up some for the guys, too," he added.  "Y'think Sally will mind
me coming into the restaurant half-nekkid?" he grinned, sensuously running
both hands over his bare chest and belly.

	"Yes!" both Sam and Lucas shouted.

	"She's put up a new sign, aimed at you, Mister Carver," Lucas
laughed.  "No shirt, no service.  This means you, Owen!"

	"Killjoy," he grumbled, pulling his t-shirt out of his back pocket,
then slipping it over his head, his earlier worries seemingly dispelled, as
he jogged from the apartment, running his fingers through his short hair,
coaxing it into a semblance of order.

	'That's just like Owen,' Lucas thought, 'ready to bawl one moment,
then almost skipping out of the apartment the next.'  He shook his head,
wearing a bemused smile.

	Sam continued to hold Lucas in a loose embrace, nuzzling his neck.
"What's so funny?"

	"Owen's quick change of moods.  Just before you showed up, he was
about ready to bawl, thinking he'd done something terribly wrong by kissing
Jonah and wanting to have sex.  Now, he's like normal."

	Lucas could feel Sam silently chuckle.  "He was really worried that
we would care if he had sex with Jonah?  I mean, hell . . . they've been
jerking one another off since before Jonah could shoot.  Personally, I'm
surprised they've never gotten around to going further."  He backed up and
looked at Lucas, with a slight curve to his lips.  "I sorta would have
liked to watch 'em, though.  I wasn't joking about that.  Y'suppose we
could ask 'em to make an encore performance?"

	When Lucas snorted amusement, Sam went on.  "Well, I think watching
them would be very cool!  I mean, I really get off watching you and Owen
together, almost as much as when I know one of you are watching when I'm
with the other."  He kissed Lucas deeply, while at the same time he
tenderly ran his hand over Lucas' groin, pleased to feel the cock's
response.  "I'm horny," he murmured, nibbling on Lucas' earlobe.  "I'm
hoping you guys are both up to fuckin' me tonight."  He playfully shivered.
"I've been twitching all afternoon, thinkin' about it."

	"While you were talking to Bailey?" Lucas casually asked.

	"Yep."  Sam grinned, ingenuously blinking, the corners of his mouth
twitching with amusement.  "Don't ask, Lucas.  I'm not talking," he warned.

	"Okay.  So, you're not joking when you said you'd really like to
have watched Owen and his brother?"

	"I never joke about sex, Lucas," Sam smiled, "you should know that.
I love sex.  I love doing it.  I love watching someone else do it.  I love
the smell of horned-up guys, the smell of sweat, and sperm."  He ground
himself against Lucas' groin.  "I love the taste of yours or Owen's tongue,
or your jiz, or your holes, as you squirm around on my tongue.  I love
kissin' one of you while the other's working on my hole, just as much as I
love working on one of you guys, watchin' you kiss.  I love laying on my
back underneath either of you, suckin' on you while you're getting rimmed
or fucked.  I . . ."  he backed up and theatrically fanned himself.

	"I'd better quit, or I'm gonna cause myself t'shoot."  He made a
face.  "I hate it when I pop a load into my underwear."  Before Lucas could
respond with more than an amused snort, Sam drew him close for another
kiss.  "Since movin' in with you and Owen though, I find that I'm always
thinking about being all naked with you guys."  He backed up slightly and
gave Lucas a penetrating look.

	"Thank you for askin' me to be part of this relationship," he
murmured.  "I'm hoping you haven't regretted making the offer.  Not just
'cause of the great sex we have, but because we all are good together."  He
looked away, then back.  "I thought things couldn't get better, when I was
with Owen.  Now that I'm livin' with you both, I know they can.  They did."
He grinned.  "I can't tell you how happy I am."  He leaned forward and
kissed Lucas.  "Thank you."

	"Hey," Owen called, as he entered the apartment, carrying three
large bags.  "I didn't know Sally had a standing order to provide us with
dinner!  She had everything all ready.  She even knew Corey was here."
Owen shook his head.  "Word sure travels fast around here.  Anyhow, that's
why I'm back so soon."  He carried the sacks to the dining table, speaking
over his shoulder.  "You guys haven't moved since I left."

	"We've just been kissin' and talking about how much we enjoy
watching one another have sex," Sam laughed, joining Owen at the table,
giving him a brief kiss and butt-grope, before beginning to empty one of
the bags.

	"You're always extra horny when you spend a day at school," Owen
observed.  "But, as far as watching, I like doing it better'n watching," he
laughed, emptying a second bag, while Lucas began sorting things out.
"Though listening to Sammy squeal can be sorta amusing," he snickered.

	"I don't squeal," Sam grumbled, tossing a crumpled up napkin in
Owen's direction, the first volley in what could end up becoming a
full-fledged match of tossed napkins, pillows, or whatever else was close
at hand.

	"Do, too," Lucas added.  He held up a restraining hand.  "At one
time or another," and snatched a second wadded up napkin from Sam's hand.
"We all have squealed."  He pointedly glared in Owen's direction.  "Haven't
we . . . Cowboy?"

	Owen smiled.  "I don't think I ever have.  I remember you guys
doin' it, but not me."

	"We now have our goal for this evening," Sam laughed, turning to
Lucas, as they sat around the table.  "We can work on my twitching hole
tomorrow.  Tonight we're gonna make Owen squeal."

	Owen's eyes widened.  "Twitching hole?  For real?"  For an answer,
Sam smiled and squirmed in his seat.

	Owen laughed and lowered his voice.  "I think Lucas and I need to
examine this twitching hole, don't you?" he asked, turning to Lucas.  "But,
on another subject, I don't squeal.  I'm macho."  He flexed his arm,
displaying a bicep.

	Sam rolled his eyes, as he nodded towards the bulging muscle and
proud man, while smiling at Lucas.  "He always does that flex-thing when he
wants to impress someone," he murmured.

	"Macho!" Lucas hooted.  "Yeah, right.  After Sam and I finish with
you, we'll see who's macho."


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	Corey inhaled deeply as he and Jonah hugged, a tranquility creeping
over him unlike anything he could remember experiencing.  One part of him
noted Owen and Lucas leaving the apartment and closing the door, while a
deep, animal part of his brain responded to Jonah's presence, sending a
tingle through his body, centering on his groin.  Like his prehistoric
ancestors, his brain was telling him to act . . . now!  Jonah smelled so
. . . different . . . from Bailey.  The scent of his hair, his entire body,
proclaimed him to be wild and natural.  'I'll take wild and natural any
day,' Corey thought to himself, as he buried his nose in the hair at the
back of Jonah's neck.

	Jonah's embrace tightened in response to Corey's actions, his
warmth, and his sheer strength.  'Being held, like this, is so
. . . different, from either Sam or Owen.'  Corey was doing nothing less
than taking possession of him.  'You and I were meant to be together,'
Corey seemed to be saying.  'From here on out, I am yours, and you are
mine.'  Yet Corey's strength hid a secret vulnerability, a tenderness he
seemed loath to let others see.

	"Have I done the right thing?" he asked, aloud, as he backed up
slightly, his gaze searching for an answer in Jonah's behavior.  "Am I
pushing myself on you, assuming things to exist, which don't?"

	"You have doubts?" Jonah murmured, teasingly rubbing the tip of his
nose against Corey's.

	"Doubts?"  Corey softly snorted.  "Always," was the sighed
response.  "That's the story of my life.  I've spent my entire life on the
outside, looking in at all the people who were in the process of living
happily ever after.  I never imagined that such a thing could possibly
happen to me.  This," he gestured to the apartment, and to Riverton, beyond
the large nearby window, "you . . . everything, might be no more than a
dream, as impossible to hold as smoke whipped away by a breeze."  He
paused, and made a slight face.

	"Pardon me for getting all literary on you.  It's that damned
schooling rearing its head.  Stuff like that seems to pop out when I least
expect it to.  My professors would be proud."  He tightened his embrace and
rubbed a hand up and down the younger man's back.  "You're real.  It's just
. . . all the stuff I've been imagining . . . hoping . . .  I don't know if
any of it is real."

	"You're afraid that I don't . . . might not . . . feel about you
the same way you feel about me?"

	Corey reacted to the words with a slight flinch.  "I don't really
know how I feel about you, Jonah," he murmured.  "Things are just moving so
fast.  I mean, it's been just a little over a month since Bailey and I
visited . . . and you and I met.  Since then . . ." his mouth twisted
upward.  "Then, Bailey and I decided to go our own ways."  He bowed his
head.  "That was rough.  Still is, in fact."  He returned a wan smile.
"One thing I do know is that I feel differently about you than I have about
any man I've ever met.  You . . . a person like you . . . and Riverton, are
what I've always dreamed of.  Yet . . . everything . . . seems sorta too
good to be true.  I'm afraid I might wake up in my bed, back in the city,
and all I'll have left will be a few wisps of a dream.  I'm not the skunk
trying to crash a lawn party, am I?" he asked, a plaintive tone to his
voice.

	"What?" Jonah's eyes widened as he held Corey at arm's length.  The
pain in Corey's eyes was almost overwhelming.  'There's more to his fears
than what he's saying.'

	"A skunk?!  Of course you're not!"  He chuckled, as he nuzzled
Corey's neck.  "By the way," he murmured, "I've been so caught up in
. . . you, I've not noticed the accent."  He nibbled Corey's ear, then
tenderly kissed his neck and jaw.  "Love it."

	"And, here I was thinking about your accent," Corey murmured, his
vulnerability fading into the background, almost as if it were never there,
to be replaced by the humor which lit both his eyes and his voice.  He
seemed to melt against Jonah as their lips tenderly touched in their first
kiss since his arrival.

	Jonah inhaled deeply, then blew out his breath slowly, as they
parted, and looked into one another's eyes.  "I've never been kissed like
that before," he grinned, pleased with the answering smile and the crinkle
at the corners of Corey's sparkling eyes.  He ran a hand over the prominent
muscles of Corey's upper arms.  "I'm sorta feeling like an underdeveloped
kid, when I'm standin' next to you."  He shyly grinned.  "My Southern-Boy,
bruiser."

	A faint blush shone through Corey's tan.  "Yeah, well . . ."  He
shrugged.  "Most of my life, all I had, that was truly mine, was my body.
It was the only thing I could be proud of, other than how I did in school
n'stuff."  His dimples showed, as he smiled.  "Now, I just like how I
feel."

	Jonah ran an open hand over the twins slabs of Corey's chest
muscles.  "I like how you feel, too."  He lovingly ran his hands over the
shirt fabric stretched tautly over the muscular chest, then leaned forward
and burrowed his nose in one of Corey's armpits.  "A real man," he
murmured.

	"If I don't get a shower soon, you won't want to stand downwind
from me, much less go nosing around my pits.  Do you happen to know of a
shower we can share?"  He drew Jonah to him for another kiss, then
murmured.  "I'd really like to be nekkid with you, my handsome
. . . friend.  After the shower, I'm thinkin' you might need a tongue
bath."  He grinned . . . "Y'know . . ." he grinned mischievously, as
Jonah's eyes widened, "so I can take care of all those hard to reach
places."  He smiled, then playfully teased the tip of Jonah's nose with his
tongue.

	He squirmed slightly, reaching down to adjust the swelling at his
groin.  "Geez, just thinkin' about you makes my dick start to drool."  He
flashed a grin.  "I've been doin' a lot of droolin' since I met you.  Now,
with you here, in my arms, I'm leakin' up a storm."  His wink caused Jonah
to furiously blush.

	"Am I being too forward for you."

	Jonah hesitated.  "Um, ah . . . no . . . I'm likin' it."  He
grinned.  "You're just being more forward than I'm used to, that's all.
So, um, don't stop.  I like laughin' and teasing; it's just I don't have
much experience with either one."

	To hide his sudden onslaught of shyness, Jonah looked around the
room, neither man willing to release the other.  "Um, ah, a shower sounds
cool.  Before that, though, are you hungry, or something?  There's a good
restaurant practically next door.  Are you planning on staying here, with
the guys?"  He looked around.  "I wonder if there's room for me, too."

	They both looked up at the sound of a hesitant knock on the door
frame.  Owen smiled, sticking his head into the room.  "I hope I'm not
interrupting anything too serious, but we have some food next door, for you
both.  When we're all finished eating, we can switch apartments, and you
guys can have the place to yourselves."

	"Bingo!" Corey laughed, catching Jonah's eye.  "Owen, you must be
psychic, or something.  We were just talking about gettin' something to
eat.  If I have a good meal in my stomach, and a long hot shower, possibly
with someone else," he grinned in Jonah's direction, "then I'll be one
happy boy."  He glanced at Owen.  "Since I'm gonna be staying next door,
I'm guessing I should take my stuff."

	He effortlessly lifted a bulging bag, the same one Lucas had
struggled with earlier in the afternoon.  Owen lifted a second, just as
easily.  Jonah's eyes widened when he lifted the third.  "I had to pay
premium prices to get that friggin' airline to even allow me to haul my
stuff onboard," Corey explained, questioning Jonah with his eyes, asking if
the bag was too heavy.  Jonah determinedly jerked a brief shake of his
head.  "The ol' airline girl, employee-person, told me I shoulda hired a
moving van, and that I'd be responsible for unbalancing the plane, or
something," he continued, casually rubbing a hand over Jonah's back.  "I
knew right away that I'd chosen some rinky-dink outfit.  Damned near gave
me the heebie-jeebies, we were flying so low."  He dismissed the thought
with a wave of his hand.  "I swear, the ol' girl who was giving me grief
about the bags was one can short of a six pack.  I mean, really guys
. . . this girl was so dumb, she could throw herself at the ground, and
miss.

	"'You're not from around here,' she said, batting her fake
eyelashes, looking like a nearsighted frog in the rain.  'I can tell
because of your accent,' she purred.  I mean, what could I say?"  He looked
from Owen to Jonah, then continued telling his story, as they crossed the
short distance to the adjoining apartment.  "But, when she asked if I was
from far away, I just bit my tongue to keep from saying something
outlandish, and just nodded.  I swear, I never expected her to ask where!"

	Corey laughed, recalling the scene, pretending to tear his hair out
with his free hand, demonstrating his frustration.  "'Where y'from?' she
asked, still doing that blinking thing.  I couldn't help it.  I told her I
was from the moon."

	"What?" Owen guffawed, and Jonah snorted, rolling his eyes.

	Corey nodded, his eyes twinkling.  "And you know what she asked?"

	When both men shook their heads, afraid to venture a guess, Corey
shouted.  "She said, all stupid-like.  'Is that very far?'"  While Owen and
Jonah howled with laughter, Corey added.  "Geez, I hope the pilot had more
smarts that she did."  He shook his head in disbelief.  "Is that far?"

	The three men walked through the open door, Owen and Jonah still
laughing at Corey's tall tale.  "Hi, Lucas!  Hi'ya, Sam!" Corey called, the
moment they entered the new apartment.  He dropped his bag on the floor at
the side of the door and crossed the room, first taking Lucas, then Sam
into a tight embrace.  "It's good to see you, Sam!  I didn't get to see you
enough, the last time I was here."  He patted him on the back.  "I'm hoping
we can become good friends.  I sorta feel like I already know you, from all
the good things Owen and Lucas are always saying about you."

	"You'll have to forgive me.  I ask this question of everyone I
meet, but, can you cook?" Sam asked, in a deadpan voice, avoiding looking
in Lucas' direction.

	Corey nodded.  "Some."  He brightened.  "I'm especially good with
anything fried in bacon grease."  Lucas made a face, while Owen's and
Jonah's appreciative smiles matched Sam's.

	"You're inviting us over for dinner . . . often . . . aren't you?
Perhaps, tomorrow?"  Sam patted the chair next to him.  "Have a seat and
tell us about all the stuff you can cook.  Hey, maybe you can give Lucas
lessons."

	"Bacon grease?"

	Corey pulled a chair out for Jonah, then scooted his closer, as
they both sat.  He rubbed the palm of a hand over Jonah's bare leg,
glancing to his left, and smiling.  "This is so cool, bein' here with you
guys, like this."

	"Have you decided about, at least, staying in this apartment until
you get things settled?" Lucas asked.  "Like I said, if things work out,
it's yours, rent free, for as long as you like."

	"Are you serious?" Jonah asked, his eyes wide.  "I mean . . ."  He
looked around the apartment, his mouth hanging open.  "I can't believe it,"
he said, shaking his head.  "For real?" he asked, turning to Owen to be
assured he wasn't being teased.

	"It's got a great place for a set of weights," Owen volunteered,
"and a shower large enough for the two of you . . . plus five of your
closest friends," he muttered, grinning in Lucas' direction.  "Or, if you'd
like to invite us all over, we can scrub each other's . . . backs," Owen
suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.  "Lucas has been driving those
construction guys crazy, gettin' everything finished fast, so Sam's folks
could have some peace and quiet, and not have a bunch of guys hanging
around."

	"The apartment's also got a big bed," Sam added, pointing toward a
set of double doors, standing wide-open, and the bed beyond.  "We've got
one just like it . . . for the three of us.  So, there should be plenty of
room for you two."


----------


	Lucas sank to he floor, in a cross legged position in front of the
fireplace in the apartment he shared with his two partners.  Owen kicked
the pile of Lucas' clothes aside, and joined him, sitting close, followed a
moment later by Sam, who handed a mug of hot chocolate to his two lovers.

	"It really was cute," he said, slipping off his underwear, then
laying down, resting his head in Lucas' crossed legs.  He took Owen's hand
and stretched out to absorb the warmth of the lazy fire.  "It really was
cute, how they would hardly let go of one another's hands the entire time
we were eating."

	"I've never seen anyone . . . except, maybe Owen, scarf down food
like those guys did," Lucas teased, pulling Owen closer to his side.

	"I think they were hurrying to finish so they could be alone.
Geez, they almost kicked us out!" Owen murmured, his eyes dancing, belying
his slightly complaining tone of voice.  "I mean, Jonah was 'bout ready to
strip-down the moment you mentioned the big shower.  He likes bein' nekkid
even more'n me."  He lapsed into silence for a few moments.  "I hope
they're having a great time, right now."

	"I'm hooooorrrrrnnnnnyyyy!" Sam groaned, twisting one way, then the
other, as if in serious pain.  He turned onto his belly and began to hump
the floor.  A moment later, from where his face was buried in Lucas'
crotch, he laughed.  "Hmm, snacks!"

	"I got carpet burn the last time we fooled around on the floor, in
front of the fireplace," Owen groaned.  "They mar my perfect body," he
added, ignoring the rude sounds made by both Sam and Lucas.  "So . . ." he
added, disengaging himself from Lucas' arm, and standing.  "I'm headin' to
the bedroom."

	"Not yet, you aren't." Lucas grabbed Owen's calf and began licking
his leg, while, at the same time Sam rolled away from Lucas' crotch, and
began licking Owen's toes.

	"Geez, guys," Owen groaned, flexing his toes.  Lucas crawled to his
knees and was now licking Owen's thighs and ass cheeks.  "Wouldn't this all
be better if we were in that big ol' bed?  My legs are gettin' all
trembly."  He leaned forward to haul Sam into a standing position,
forgetting that Lucas was behind him.

	"OH!" he jumped in surprise, as Lucas spread his cheeks and licked
across his hole.  "I don't like this," he complained, as he reluctantly
moved away from Lucas, whose tongue was still extended, the cheeks of his
face wet with spit.  "It's not fair that I'm gettin' all the attention.  I
wanna do some of the lickin' and sucking too."  He hauled Lucas to his
feet, then sprinted toward the bed, the muscles of his buttocks and legs
bunching and flexing with each step.  He leapt onto the center of the pile
of pillows and down comforter, with a wild whoop and a laugh, then quickly
turned onto his back, as Sam joined him, also with a wild, arm-waving,
yell.  Lucas followed a second later, sedately crawling onto the bed
between the two naked men, who surrounded him with their arms and legs.


----------


	"I can't believe this place," Jonah said, as he closed the door to
the apartment, switched off the lights in the area which served as a living
room, then collected Corey, with an arm around his waist, and headed to the
bedroom.

	They both paused a moment, in the bedroom doorway, neither quite
believing the wonderful room they were seeing.  'Damn, but Lucas has
brought all of his accustomed luxuries to Riverton,' Jonah thought to
himself.  The vast bed, with crisply white linens, piles of pillows, and a
dark blue down comforter draped over the foot of the bed, made for an
awesome picture, framed, as it was, by the large window overlooking
Riverton's street.  In daylight, he imagined, one would be able to see the
greenhouses under construction.  'One part of my future,' he thought, to
himself.  'I'm holding on to the other part.'  He smiled at the thought, in
a way he had never smiled, when he thought of spending his life with Sam.

	"Ohhh, my stars," Corey mumbled, as he stepped into the room, and
ran his hands over the crisp bed sheets.  His dark yellow polo shirt
stretched across his shoulders, then disappeared into the light grey jeans
which cupped his buttocks, and tightly clung to his thighs and calves.  He
looked over his shoulder.  "It's too pretty to sleep on, though I imagine
that's what Lucas intends us to do, isn't it?"  He turned to Jonah, wearing
a shy expression.  "I can't wait to be all naked, snuggling in those
pillows, holdin' you."

	Jonah grinned, switched off the light, and crossed to Corey, his
way lit by the silver light of the full moon shining through the large
window overlooking Riverton's only street.  Here and there, a yellow light
shone through a window.  In the distance, the single bark of a dog was
answered by another, but otherwise, the town was silent.

	"Gotta pee," Corey announced, suddenly.  "Sorta bad."

	"Can I hold it for you?" Jonah asked, following Corey, as he rushed
to the bathroom, fumbling to get his pants open.  After a shy smile in
Jonah's direction, he skinned his bright red underwear over his muscular
buttocks and cock, pushing both them and his jeans down the muscles of his
legs to the floor.

	"It's all yours," he said, thrusting his hips forward slightly, in
front of the open toilet.  Jonah moistened his lips, moved closer, and
tenderly took hold of Corey's limp cock with one hand, aiming it toward the
water.  He could feel Corey relax, followed immediately by the flow of
urine, as it forcefully splashed onto the water.  When the flow became a
dribble, then a few drops, Corey smiled.  "All done."

	Jonah sank to his knees and licked the last drops of urine from the
tip of the cock, causing Corey to jump in surprise.  "I've just begun,"
Jonah murmured, glancing up at the man who had been the subject of his
fantasies, for weeks.  "I've dreamt of kneeling before you, doin' this."
He nuzzled Corey's sweaty nut sac, groaning with pleasure, as he pushed the
heavy testicles from one side to the other with his nose, at the same time
as he kneaded Corey's muscular buttocks.

	"And this," he added, as he slipped the already stiffening cock
into his mouth.  Corey hissed an indrawn breath as Jonah pulled him closer,
expertly bringing him to a full, and throbbing, erection in only moments.
Corey's fingers dug into his shoulders, as Jonah continued sucking on the
thick cock, doing his best not to gag as it hit the back of his throat.

	"Oh, geez," Corey gasped, his breath coming in quick gasps.  He
pulled free and backed up.  "Damn, you're good at that."  He took a couple
quick breaths.  "It shows me what I've got to look forward to, but I can't
shoot, not yet at least."  He tenderly ran his fingers through Jonah's
thick brown hair.  "I'm wanting to make love, Jonah . . . not just get my
rocks off.  We can do that later.  This is the first time we're together.
I'd like it to be a loving experience."

	Jonah jerked a frustrated, but understanding, nod as he sat back on
his heels and admired the pale-skinned penis, which was still wet from his
saliva.  It stuck out from a mass of curly brown pubic hair, straight and
throbbing slightly, with each of Corey's heartbeats.  The dark head
overhung the shaft, and, at the moment, was oozing out a strand of pre-cum
which dangled thickly.  "Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured, tenderly
running his fingertips over Corey's scrotum, which reacted to the slight
touch by shifting its contents.

	"Am I okay?" Corey asked, in a slightly worried voice.  Before
Jonah could answer, there was a disgusted groan, "Oh, damn."  When Jonah
looked up, Corey was looking at himself in the mirror.  He glanced at
Jonah, then back at the mirror.  "Why didn't you tell me my hair looked
like a cat's been suckin' on it?  I'm a mess!"  He shook his head in
resignation, then pulled Jonah into a standing position, facing him.  "Am I
the only one who's gonna be nekkid at this party?" he asked, a twinkle
showing in his eyes.

	"Fuck!" Jonah said, quickly stripping out of his clothes.  "There,"
he smiled.  He grabbed his and Corey's erection in a hand, and slowly
masturbated them, his hand slipping easily over the pre-cum-slick skin of
the two cocks.

	"Are we gonna take that shower, we were talkin' about?" Corey
asked, smiling.  "As much as I'm loving what you're doing, I'd really like
to . . . get to know you better . . . his eyes twinkled . . . while we're
laying in that big bed."  He wiggled his eyebrows.  "Y'know . . . so you
can squirm around on top of me while we swap spit."

	He wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist, trapping their
erections between their bellies, then slowly extended his tongue and licked
across Jonah's lower lip, before leisurely kissing him.  "Being here with
you like this . . . all naked n'all, is so friggin' great."  He slowly ran
his hands over Jonah's back, as he nibbled on his ear, while making a
chuckling sound, deep in his throat, and squeezing the younger man's butt.
"I'd be willing to bet that I'm gonna have a fuckin' good time, back here,"
he teased, playfully slapping the pale skinned butt.

	When Jonah whimpered, he continued.  "D'you like having your
asshole licked?" His murmured question was barely more than a breath of
warm air against Jonah's ear.  "D'ya like having it played with?"  There
was a hesitation, accompanied by a squeeze, "Fingered?"

	"Oh, yes," Jonah groaned, beginning to tremble.

	"Fucked?" Corey murmured, then kissed across Jonah's cheek, as he
ground their cocks together.  Jonah opened his mouth to answer, then licked
his lips, and finally jerked a single nod before Corey's tongue found his.

	"I like being fucked, too," Corey murmured, his voice low and
passionate.  "I think I'm gonna especially like being fucked by you, my
handsome friend.  Or, fingered," he continued, "or . . ." he licked over
Jonah's neck and cheek.  "Or," Corey continued, "having you tongue my
sweaty hole."

	"Geez," Jonah whimpered.  "Sweaty . . . yeah," he exhaled.  "Love
sweat."

	"I guess that means we can shower . . . tomorrow," Corey murmured,
"and we can give each other a . . . tongue bath . . . tonight."

	"Fuuuuck," Jonah sighed, a trembling breath.  "Please, Corey.  Let
me lick you."

	"Where?" Corey teased, as he switched off the bathroom light, and
gently herded Jonah toward the bedroom, lit only by the dim light of the
full moon.  He climbed onto the bed and turned, holding out an arm in
invitation.

	"C'mon, lover.  Lay on top of me.  Let me taste your tongue."

	Jonah climbed onto the bed, then lowered himself onto Corey, and
into a tender embrace.  'This is so . . . perfect . . .' he told himself,
as they parted from a lengthy kiss.  'We're skin-to-skin, just like I've
always wanted.'  The scent of the man sent a jolt through his body.

	"Oh, Corey," he murmured, as he rolled onto his back, pulling Corey
on top of him.  He spread his legs, wrapping them around the heavier man's
waist.  "Making love, and goin' slow, is all well-and-good, but, right-now,
I need to be fucked."  He thrust himself against Corey, feeling their
trapped penises mashed against one another's.  "I need to feel you inside
me, shooting inside me."  He found the older man's tongue.  "Make me
yours," he panted.

	Corey raised himself up and looked into Jonah's eyes.  "Y'sure?"
His question was answered by a single nod.

	Jonah pulled Corey close for another lingering kiss. Then, as Corey
knelt, he brought his own legs back so his knees were touching his
shoulders, exposing himself to Corey.

	Corey rubbed his nose back and forth across the opening, holding
Jonah's legs back.  "Fuuuuck," he sighed, aloud, then attacked the waiting
pucker with his tongue, burrowing inside, then licking over the surface,
feeling the muscular ring of the sphincter alternately relax, then tense.

	"Y'okay?" Jonah propped himself up on an elbow and tenderly ran a
hand over Corey's smooth chest.  The pale moonlight streaming through the
nearby window, draping them both in its light, highlighted the slow rise
and fall of his chest, his small nipples stimulated to firmness by Jonah's
touch.

	Corey focused his gaze, and grinned, resting a hand on top of
Jonah's, and lightly squeezing.  "This is just so much beyond anything I've
ever experienced.  I'm overwhelmed," he said, choking out the words.  "I
don't know whether to laugh or cry, or both."

	"Tomorrow will make things look better." Jonah snuggled close,
throwing a leg over Corey's.  "Laugh, Corey!  Be happy.  We've found one
another.  Out of all the people in the world, we've found one another."

	"You misunderstand," Corey murmured.  "I am happier today than I've
ever thought possible."  He raised Jonah's hand to his lips, from where it
rested on his chest, and kissed it.  "Thank you, Jonah . . . for
everything."


~ to be continued ~


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