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Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Justin

JUSTIN RUSHED out to the kitchen as soon as he heard the garage door opening. Dinner had been ready almost an hour ago, and he’d just been trying to keep it warm, waiting for Vince. Justin began scooping potatoes into a serving bowl as his boyfriend stepped through the hallway entrance into the kitchen.

“Didn’t you get my text?” Justin said, looking over to meet Vince’s gaze. He looked like he’d had an exhausting day, and he probably had. Vince worked hard at his job. He did a shitload of physical labor, and the hours were long.

“Oh, I dunno. I didn’t even look at my phone. I had an accident this morning.”

“What?” Justin set the bowl and spoon on the corner and turned around. “Are you okay? Was anyone hurt?”

Vince placed his hands on his hips, arms akimbo, and leaned backward, closing his eyes. He rocked side-to-side, stretching, and then yawned. “Uh... I’m fine. But we had to have the truck towed, then reload everything into another trailer. Set me back two f*****g hours.”

“Well, what happened?” Justin stepped over to him, placing one hand against Vince’s muscular chest. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

Vince sighed, obviously annoyed. “I just told you, I’m fine.” He stepped away from Justin. “Just tired. I’m gonna jump in the shower.”

“But I have dinner—”

“I’ll eat later.”

Before Justin could protest, Vince walked around him and headed down the hallway toward the bathroom. Justin stood there, mouth agape, staring at the stove. He’d spent the previous three hours cooking, anticipating Vince’s arrival from work. When Justin wasn’t working himself or in school, he tried to always have dinner waiting for his man when he got home.

Defeated, he covered the potatoes and placed them back on the stove as a wave of emotion swept over him. He should try not to take things so personally. Vince didn’t mean anything by his casual dismissal of Justin’s efforts. Actually, he had probably thought nothing of it and in all likelihood had not noticed the table was set, complete with candles. Being upset about his rough day at work, he’d probably also missed the smell of his favorite meal, oven-fried chicken.

Vince wasn’t real good at expressing feelings. He wasn’t the kind of guy who got emotional and mushy. Romance clearly was not his forte. That was part of the reason the two made such a great couple. In many ways, they complemented each other. Justin was emotive enough for both of them. He was the sentimental one, the one who liked to cuddle after s*x. The one who remembered anniversaries and birthdays. Justin prided himself in going the extra mile to make his man happy while Vince just went with the flow. Seeing Vince pleased was what made Justin happy.

Their relationship seemed almost surreal to Justin. A dream come true. He’d always fantasized about meeting a guy like him, manly and self-assured. And God, in bed he was beyond perfect. Justin smiled to himself, remembering the night before. They’d made love three times. Three f*****g times, and every time Justin went to sit down today, he remembered. His butt wouldn’t let him forget.

Of course Vince needed a shower. He needed to unwind after a horrific day. Justin stepped over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. Vince would be ready for one when he got out of the shower.

Weird. Sometimes events were so coincidental. Justin’s best friend Ezra had sent him a text this morning while Justin was sleeping, saying he’d almost been in an accident. Said he’d nearly gotten hit by a semi. How odd that the two most important people in Ezra’s life would experience traffic blunders on the same day. Thankfully, Ezra was okay. He worked midnights and had told Justin in the text that he’d call him later when he got up. Knowing him, he was probably still sleeping.

Justin took a seat in the living room and waited for Vince to finish his shower. After a few moments, he heard the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of footsteps headed toward their bedroom. Vince must be getting dressed. Justin started to push himself up from his chair just as he heard the sound of Vince’s voice, calling him.

“Justin, come ’ere.”

With Vince’s beer still in hand Justin scurried down the hallway, and when he pushed the door open, he stopped in his tracks. Before him on the queen-sized bed lay his boyfriend in all his naked glory, fisting his rigid c**k with his right hand.

Justin smiled and then stepped over the threshold. He held the can of beer out, handing it to Vince, then slid onto his belly on the mattress between Vince’s splayed legs.

“I’ve had a rough day,” Vince said as he popped open the beer. He took a big swig and then released a satisfied sigh. “And I want you to make it a little better.”

Smiling, Justin looked up at him, establishing eye contact. “I will, Vince. I promise.”

“Good. Get busy.”

Without hesitation, Justin obediently and reverently approached him, grasping the base of Vince’s rock-hard shaft. He positioned himself with his arms on either side of Vince’s upper thighs, holding his c**k with one hand and gently caressing his balls with the fingers of his other hand. He parted his lips as he lowered his head, taking Vince inside his salivating mouth. God, how he loved the taste.

Justin loved everything about this man. Every f*****g inch of him. He knew all of Vince by heart, and he savored the feel and taste of his perfect c**k. Circumcised and bigger than any c**k Justin had seen in real life, it seemed too good to be true. He moaned as the hard-yet-silky member slid against his tongue.

“All the way. Deep throat me,” Vince said. Though his tone remained casual, he meant business. During s*x, when he gave Justin an order, he was never playing. He expected Justin to appreciate his perfect body and to worship it. He made it abundantly clear that he had no tolerance for non-compliance.

Vince’s dominant personality never bothered Justin in the least. To the contrary, it turned him on. He felt his own c**k throbbing against the mattress beneath him as he obeyed Vince’s directives. He indeed deep-throated him, sliding all the way down the shaft, forcing the spongy cockhead into the back of his throat.

“More suction,” Vince said; then he took another sip of his brew.

Justin kept his lips tightly sealed around the base of the shaft as he sucked, fully aware that Vince absolutely loved the sensation. Justin knew exactly how to tease his frenulum with his tongue. He knew the most sensitive areas of Vince’s c**k. Justin’s mouth had him memorized.

When Justin could hold his breath no longer, he slid up the shaft and gulped for air then quickly slid back down.

“Nice,” Vince said. “Bob on it.”

Justin obeyed, rhythmically sliding up and down the shaft, all the while Vince kicked back, relaxed. Justin loved when Vince did this, when he allowed Justin to worship him like this. Service him. He could tell, though, that Vince wouldn’t last long. He’d already begun to tense up, tighten his abdominals. Justin could feel Vince’s legs flexing beneath him. When Vince slid the beer can on the nightstand and grabbed hold of Justin’s head with both hands, Justin knew he was about to get his mouth flooded.

Mmm. A warm protein shake. The perfect appetizer right before dinner.

Vince groaned as he fiercely gripped Justin’s faux hawk, holding his skull firmly in place, all the way down. Justin’s lips wrapped around the base of Vince’s hard shaft, and his tongue remained pressed against the sensitive underside. He sucked all the harder as Vince moaned. The hot liquid blasted into Justin’s mouth and he began to gulp, swallowing every drop and continuing to suck until Vince finally released him and allowed his body to go limp.

Justin pushed himself upright and stared into Vince’s eyes. “Hope you liked it,” he said. “Feel any better?”

“Felt great,” Vince said. “But God, I’m starving.”

Justin rose to all fours and moved closer to Vince, pressing his lips toward his mouth, but Vince quickly looked away.

“You know I don’t like that,” he said. “Brush your teeth first. I don’t wanna fuckin’ be kissed right after you sucked dick.”

“Sorry,” Justin said. “I forgot. Let me go fix your plate.”

Justin hurried back to the kitchen and began loading up a plate for his man. The food no longer remained piping hot, but at least it was warm. He’d fix Vince’s plate and nuke it in the microwave for a minute or two. As the microwave alarm sounded, Vince reentered the kitchen. Justin pulled out the plate and turned to him.

“Smells good, babe,” Vince said as he took a seat.

“It’s your favorite,” Justin said, placing the plate on the table in front of Vince. “What happened today? I mean, with the accident.”

“Oh f**k, it was crazy.” Vince picked up his fork and dove into the food without waiting for Justin to get his own plate. “This car pulled out in front of me, and I didn’t have time to stop.”

“Oh my God. So you hit it?”

“No, I had no choice but to drive off the road. The trailer of my truck ended up wedged between two huge poles.”

Justin’s mouth fell open. “I’m just so glad you weren’t hurt.”

“I wish I could say the same about the truck. And there was quite a bit of property damage, too. It happened at one of the Speedy Mart stores.”

“Oh wow. That’s crazy. So did that other driver get a ticket?”

Vince shook his head. “f**k no. But at first it sounded like I was going to get one. The cop was kind of a prick... until I talked to him a little.”

Justin slid his own plate onto the table and took a seat. “But after you explained what happened, he was cool?”

“Yeah, after I talked to him.” Vince grinned, then shoveled a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. He swallowed and took a sip of his water before continuing. “I worked things out with the officer.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“We have a date Friday night.”

Justin, who’d just picked up his fork, set it back down next to his plate. “What’d you say?”

“Me and the cop. We’re goin’ out on Friday.”

“Wh-what do ya mean?” Justin couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“What, you’re not gonna get all pissy about this, are ya? I had to, ya know, sweet talk him. If not, I’d have gotten a ticket. I could lose my job. I’ve gotta keep a clean driving record.”

“Uh, Vince.” Justin’s voice rose at least an octave higher than he wanted it to. “You can’t just... um... go out with other people. I mean, you’re my boyfriend, and I thought....”

“You thought what? That we were exclusive? I never promised that. Never.”

“I just....”

“You just made an assumption. Look, you’re starting to sound like a chick. I got no problem if you wanna go out with someone else, and you got no right to expect me to commit to you exclusively.”

Justin’s eyes became watery as a lump formed in his throat. Suddenly he was at a loss for words and had no appetite. This was the last thing he ever expected to hear from Vince.

“And you should find something to do that night. Stay at one of your friends or something.”

“Wh-what? Vince, you can’t expect me to leave my own house so you can—”

“This is my house,” Vince shouted, slamming his fist on the table.

Startled, Justin trembled in his seat. He looked at Vince without speaking then pushed his chair back. “I... I....” He turned and stumbled out of the room, rushing down the hall toward the bathroom.