Written by: Brad
“I’m glad you were all able to join us for supper,” Conrad addressed his guests. “I had two reasons for wanting you here. First, is to celebrate Raven’s latest accomplishments. He has won the bid to paint a sports car belonging to a local celebrity.” Conrad’s pride in the young man was evident in the beaming smile softening his often too-serious face.
“Congratulations, Raven!” Adrian’s booming voice held honest sincerity.
“What make is the car?” Chad asked, knowing Raven would be more interested in talking about the car than about its’ owner.
“A 2006 Bugatti Veyron 16.4, and it was a real challenge to come up with a design worthy of that beautiful vehicle. I was just lucky to be chosen,” Raven shyly volunteered this information.
“There was no luck involved, Raven. Yours was the best design and that’s all there is to it,” Conrad firmly reminded the young man.
“You sure you didn’t pay someone, Con?” Devon snidely joked.
“It is highly unlikely anyone could have been bought off to begin with, Devon,” Conrad reprimanded with a cold look of disapproval.
Devon had the good grace to blush, even though he was having a hard time withholding the smirk triggered by Troy nudging him under the table.
Conrad’s warm smile offer reassurance and Raven shyly returned it. The older man was pleased to see his loft-mate relax and resume eating his meal, or at least pretend to.
“And the second reason for you wanting us here, Con?” Chad asked out of curiosity.
“Brandon is due home tomorrow.”
“Yippee!” Devon exclaimed excitedly. “I can’t wait to see him again!”
“Man, he’s been gone like forever!” Troy’s face lit up in anticipation of their friend’s much waited-for return.
“Wonder what he’s going to say when he gets a load of Raven here?” Devon tried but failed to keep the comment frivolous.
Raven’s face turned a deep red, even his ears burned. He didn’t know if he was embarrassed, hurt or just plain pissed-off. He felt like getting up from the table and storming out but refrained from doing so, probably saving himself a sore backside in the process.
“That was rude and totally uncalled for, Devon!” Chad sternly scolded his partner.
“It was a joke,” Devon explained.
“Then it was in poor taste and you’ll apologize immediately!” Chad ordered.
“Come on, Chad. I didn’t mean anything by it,” Devon insisted, even knowing no one believed him.
“You can say you’re sorry now or after we have availed ourselves of Brandon’s bedroom,” Chad crossly stated.
Recognizing the threat and knowing beyond a doubt it would be carried out, Devon shamefacedly mumbled. “I’m sorry for saying what I said.”
“Apology accepted,” Conrad acknowledged with a brief nod. “I do have a favor to ask of you all. Brandon has been away for three months and I would appreciate a couple of days for us to catch up.”
“In other words, you’d prefer none of us waylay and involve him in endless conversations on what has or has not been happening during his absence,” Adrian clarified, looking pointedly at his partner, Troy.
“Hmm, something like that,” Conrad laughed.
“In truth, what you’re delicately asking is for us to sod off and give you guys some space,” Chad teased, although his tone demonstrated understanding.
“Yes, exactly!” Conrad emphatically concurred, much to the amusement of his friends.
“But…” Devon’s attempt to disagree was nip in the bud by Chad’s raised eyebrow.
“Let’s take our coffee out to the deck where it’s a bit cooler,” Conrad suggested.
As the others got up from the table and headed outside, Raven quietly offered to wash up from the meal Conrad had prepared. Conrad would have liked to refuse but strongly suspected the younger man needed to be alone.
Raven felt unsettled by Brandon’s pending return. Devon’s comment hadn’t help ease the tension Raven was barely able to keep under wraps and neither had two days of Conrad’s enthusiastic commentary about his long-time friend, their shared interests and the activities they had enjoyed together.
Raven breathed a sigh of relief when the finishing of his self-assigned chore coincided with their guests’ departure. ‘Talk about good fortune,’ he thought. He obeyed Conrad’s beckoning finger and soon found himself comfortably seated on the big man’s lap.
“You did fine tonight, Shop-kitten,” Conrad praised. “I know how anxious you are about Brandon’s homecoming, I’m just not sure why.”
Raven shrugged and burrowed deeper into Conrad’s embrace.
“Talk to me, baby. Please,” Conrad whispered into the black hair beneath his chin.
“What if he doesn’t want me here? What if he persuades you to get rid of me?” Raven murmured his greatest fears.
“That’s not going to happen. Although Bran and I have been in touch throughout his travels, I have not yet told him about us. I wanted him to me you face-to-face first.” Conrad felt Raven tense up. “Do you trust me, little one?” he softly requested confirmation of something he already knew.
“Yes, I trust only you!” Raven avowed once again.
“I have a special treat in mind for you. I want you to go into our room, turn down the blankets, strip and get on the bed. I’ll join you shortly.” Conrad gently swatted Raven’s butt to get him moving before the young man started asking questions.
Raven did as he was told and stretched out on the bed he had been sleeping in since the first time they made love over a month ago. With his hands behind his head, he lay on his back and waited. He closed his eyes and willed himself to relax as he listened to the calming hum of the wheelchair as Conrad moved around the en suite. Scratching his crotch, he made a mental note to get rid of the itchy hair growth first thing in the morning.
After turning off all but one lamp, Conrad placed the supplies he had gathered on the night table and shifted himself onto the bed beside his young lover. He ran a large hand lovingly down the length of Raven’s beautiful supple body. He knew every inch, every curve and angle, and every erogenous spot. He gazed into the black eyes surrounded by long black lashes; lashes that cast shadows over high cheek bones and accented the overall beauty of their owner’s face.
“Spread your legs, Raven,” Conrad instructed, “and stay very still.”
Raven glanced up to see a can of shaving cream and razor in the older man’s hands. A perplexed frown marred his handsome face. “I usually use a chemical depilatory, Con.”
“Yes, but I want to do it this time.” Conrad proceeded to slowly spread the cream over his lover’s pubic area. Next, he gently shaved away all traces of unwanted hair as Raven’s cock hardened.
The act signified trust and intimacy, and resulted in the special bond between them growing stronger. It also heightened their sexual imagination and was a stimulating prelude to sex.
Lastly, Conrad washed away the remaining traces of shaving cream and patted the freshly shorn area dry. Leaning down, he breathed in the clean scent before taking Raven’s erection into his mouth and beginning to suck. He gently fondled the smooth balls, then slipped his middle finger into Raven’s body and lightly brushed the prostate. He grinned when the young man groaned and raise his butt off the bed.
Conrad stopped sucking. He wouldn’t allow Raven to climax. He licked Raven’s balls and then used his tongue to wipe away the precum as he withdrew his finger.
Raven moaned his disappointment until he felt the bigger man’s body lying next to his own. He submitted to Conrad’s manipulations until he was sitting on the older man’s hips with Conrad’s engorged penis deeply embedded in his body. Raven began to move up and down, establishing a rhythm and steadily building towards an orgasm.
“No,” Conrad whispered, taking Raven’s hands in his. “Let my being inside you be enough for you to cum.”
Heart rates increased and internal organs contracted, finally culminating in crashing climaxes. Conrad shot into Raven’s body while Raven shot over Conrad’s stomach and chest.
Raven collapsed on his lover and rested there as their bodies reverted to a normal state. “Man, I think I’ve died or something,” he tiredly mumbled.
Conrad eventually pulled out of Raven’s body and moved the young man off him. Both were sticky with semen and sweat. Conrad reached for the towel he had used earlier and cleaned first his partner and then himself. He turned off the bedside lamp, pulled his well-satiated and sleeping lover into his arms, lovingly kissed Raven’s forehead and fell asleep.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges.
The End
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