17. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

"I picked up all the bottles and cans, and I put 'em in the recycling like you ordered. Can I go to bed now?" Mickey turned from the sink where he was washing dishes to see Matt with a pouty expression on his face.

The birthday party had been a great success, and Mickey knew the boys had appreciated all of it, including the horseback rides for their friends and the silly game Mickey had bought at Walmart. Everyone had been a good sport, and at the end of the party, it seemed Miss Jeri was the only one who hadn't taken a face-full of whipped cream. Everyone participated and nobody complained.

"Hang on, bull rider. It's still okay if I sleep with Jon, right? I know how you feel about things happenin' in the house, but the barn loft didn't work out so well." Mickey touched his bruised cheek and the cut on his brow for emphasis.

Mickey had been half-hard all damn day around Jon, and all he wanted was some relief. He wasn't about to let Matt cockblock him again, but he didn't want to break the trust he'd gained from Matt and Tim.

Matt scowled. "I don't know why you gotta—"

"Matthew, don't be an ass." Tim stood in the doorway of the kitchen holding more dishes from the party.

"I'm not tryin' to be an ass. I was just lookin' out for—"

"Don't even try it. That beating Mickey and Jon took? That's partially your fault because you told Mickey he couldn't have guests. Did you think he was gonna fuck someone on the kitchen table with the boys watching? You owe Mickey an apology, and we owe him some time off to go to Richmond when he wants to visit Jon. Say you're sorry, Matty, before I cut you off," Tim threatened.

Mickey felt a hug from behind as he continued cleaning the pots that couldn't go into the dishwasher. "I'm sorry, Mick. I was just lookin' out for our boys, but I shoulda known you had common sense. You have my blessin' to fornicate with the lawyer if you wanna. Wash your own sheets." Mickey laughed at Matt's taunt. Mickey did the lion's share of the household chores, anyway, including the laundry.

A deep laugh caused Mickey to turn toward the kitchen doorway where Jon was standing, grinning at him. "I guess I need a kiss as well, Matt." He pointed to his bruises and laughed when Matt actually kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't charge me for the time it takes to heal." Matt's joke made Jon laugh.

"You got it. Can I take him to bed now? It's late."

Mickey quickly finished the pots and let out the water, drying his hands. It was late and he was looking forward to climbing between the sheets of his queen-size bed to meet the lawyer in the middle, hopefully in their birthday suits.

The love he felt for Jon was palpable, and he prayed it would finally be the night they could officially consummate their relationship. It would make it real for him, which was exactly what he needed.

"Yeah. Lock the basement door so you don't have any unwanted guests." Tim took Matt's hand and led him upstairs.

After Mickey rinsed the sink, he turned off the big kitchen light, leaving on a light over the sink. "You ready?" Mickey hoped he was hiding his nerves.

"I am. Are you?"

Mickey chuckled. "You betcha. Get down there and get nekkid. I'll lock up and meet ya in bed. I've been lookin' forward to this for ages."

Jon exhaled. "Looking forward to what?"

"I guess we need to talk some more, huh?"

Jon laughed as he walked down the stairs, and Mickey had no idea what to make of it, but he was determined to navigate whatever waters came his way. With Jackie, he'd been a top. He was prepared to bottom for Jon because he was sure the man was an alpha male who would demand to show Mickey who was boss. The only time he'd bottomed hadn't been exactly good, but Mickey vowed he'd go into the encounter with an open mind.

When Mickey closed the door to his room, seeing Jon relaxing against the headboard with his phone in hand, he didn't hesitate to step toward the bed. The man's chest was bare, and Mickey was hungry to caress the hard muscles with his tongue.

"Problem?" Mickey stripped off, starting with his trainers and working his way up.

Jon chuckled. "Just sending my assistant a message I won't be at work on Monday. I'm going to find a decent place for Rocky to get his hair cut. Plus, I'd like to spend more time with you if you don't mind. Since Matt seems to have accepted us as a couple, I was hoping I could ride the stallion."

A huge lopsided grin filled the lawyer's face as he peeled back the blankets just enough to reveal a bare hip. Mickey almost dropped to his knees in grateful thanks.

"I'll go get Charlie from Marty's barn in the mornin'." Mickey dropped his shorts and put his hands in the waistband of his boxer briefs.

Jon peeked under the cover before he gave Mickey a wicked smile. "Maybe I need a refresher?"

Mickey dropped his drawers so fast that he swore the bedspread ruffled from the breeze. He whipped his shirt over his head and as he was about to drop it, he remembered he needed to brush his teeth.

"Keep the thought, please, I'm beggin' ya." He raced to the bathroom and hurriedly brushed his teeth before a quick touch-up shave and an even quicker cleaning of a few places in hopes it would make a difference before the night was over.

After he was happy with his appearance and smell, Mickey hurried back to the bedroom, locking the door on his way to the bed to ensure they'd have complete privacy. He took deep breaths to calm himself before turning to see Jon had shown no mercy.

He was lying on the bed with the covers bunched at his feet. His semi-hard cock was resting on his left hip as Mickey stared at the man's gorgeous body feeling completely dumbfounded. He'd never seen a man more beautiful in his entire life.

"We can't do what I'd like to do if you just stand over there." Jon's sexy smile brought Mickey out of his stunned silence.

He turned off the ceiling light and moved to the bed, reaching for the bedside lamp. Once it was illuminated, he opened the drawer of the nightstand to retrieve the same box of condoms and bottle of lube Matt and Tim had given him the night he met Danny and slept alone on the man's couch.

"So, um, where were we?" Mickey lay on the bed and pulled Jon's muscular body to his, kissing the man with pent-up passion.

He reached between them and wrapped his hand around Jon's ample cock. He was so happy it perked up at his touch because he was concerned maybe Jon wasn't as attracted to him as Mickey was to the lawyer.

Their tongues swirled around each other, mixing cinnamon with mint. Mickey hadn't tasted anything quite so delicious. Long fingers wrap around his own cock, and he couldn't help moaning at the delightful sensation.

Surprisingly, Jon pulled Mickey on top of him and the two began frotting their hard, leaking shafts together, clearly enjoying the friction. The kisses didn't stop and when Jon wrapped his fingers in Mickey's too-long hair, Mickey vowed he'd never cut it again as long as he lived.

"Fuck, Jonny," Mickey groaned as the man kissed across his jaw to his neck where he nipped and bit as the two of them continued to enjoy the friction provided by the pre-cum leaking plentifully.

"Mickey, baby, I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I've had a hard-on for you since I got here." Jon kissed his way back to Mickey's waiting mouth.

"Oh! Oh, God, Jonny." Mickey's balls heated before drawing up closer to his body. Mickey felt Jon's arms around his shoulders, holding on as Mickey let his control crumble like a cookie. Jon's cock throbbed against his. He heard the "ahhh…. fuck" groan as they broke apart for a moment before cramming tongues down each other's throats.

It was a way to keep from shrieking out in joy at the feeling of Jon's body relaxing beneath him. It wasn't what Mickey hoped to get that night, but it was a damn good start.

After catching their breath and sharing a few more soft kisses, they went to the bathroom, both laughing as they tried to keep from making a mess. They stepped into the roomy shower stall after the water heated and proceeded to gently wash each other as they continued to kiss and nip at each other's mouths… jaws... ears… necks, mindful of the injuries they'd suffered that morning.

When they got out of the shower, Mickey wrapped a large bath sheet around Jon before taking one for himself. "Darlin', your face… You're gonna have a hard time explainin' that to your daddy come Tuesday."

Mickey felt terrible about what had happened that morning, but he was damn proud of Jon for trying his best to rescue him from what was sure to have been hell if those two idiots had actually tried to sexually assault him.

Jon sighed. "Thankfully, there's no permanent damage, but Mickey, please promise me if they try to do anything to get back at you for losing their jobs, you'll call me. I'll file police reports and whatever else is necessary to make sure they stay away from you. I'm not going to feel good about leaving you here when I go back to Richmond. Maybe you can come visit next weekend?"

"I'da been fine if it was just one of ‘em, but the two of ‘em made it tough. My ribs are sore, but I don't think nothin's broke. I'll keep ya apprised… a-p-p-r-i-s-e-d. Meaning: inform or tell." Mickey grinned.

Jon chuckled. "Well, now, look at you, becoming the wordsmith. I'm really proud of you for getting your GED, Mickey. With it, you can truly do anything you want. Baby, I'll help you any way I can."

Mickey's chest swelled a little at the praise. "Tim tells me I need to clean up my grammar. I need to learn to speak more professionally. It's hard to break old habits, I'll tell ya… you."

Jon smiled and kissed him gently as they crawled into the comfortable bed. "I don't want to dissuade you from your studies, but I've grown to love the way you speak. There's nothing wrong with embracing your southern roots, sweetheart. I work with a guy from South Georgia, Jackson Lee Tremont. You should hear him with the darlins, and sugars. He charms the ladies around the office, and he's as gay as the day is long. It cracks me up to be on a call with him when he's in full fluff. Throws off a lot of the straitlaced DC lawyers we deal with sometimes." Jon's laugh was something Mickey was coming to love hearing.

"Damn. Does he have the Stars and Bars hangin' on a wall in his office?"

Jon guffawed, pulling Mickey to rest on his bare chest. "Naw. You've met Ham. He'd have him strung up if he did. No, Jack's a good ol' boy, but he doesn't take it to extremes. Maybe sometime in the future we can get together with him and his partner, Monte. They're a fun pair, I promise you."

Jon finished off with a yawn and looked down at Mickey. "I'm sorry. I mean, we didn't get much sleep last night, but I did love hearing about your childhood. You sure you don't have any desire to find out what happened to your parents?" Jon had asked the question the night before, offering his help, but Mickey had been staunchly against it.

After considering the offer, Mickey softened a little. "Not yet, okay? Maybe someday."

Without waiting for an answer, Mickey settled onto his stomach with his arm over Jon's torso. They hadn't consummated their new relationship in the biblical sense, but maybe it was better to go slow? If Jon was still there in the morning, maybe they might fool around some more?

It bothered Mickey that he had to wonder if the lawyer would be there in the morning. With those thoughts swirling in his mind, Mickey drifted off into a fitful sleep. He did hate feeling unsettled.

Mickey woke at the gentle snick of the door closing. He rolled over to see the bed empty, and the panic set in immediately.

"Fuck me," he hissed. He started to get up, but if Jon was going to run again, Mickey refused to stand in his way.

"You knew it was likely gonna happen." The clock said it was quarter of six, and he hoped Jon got the hell out of the house before Matt or Tim got up.

It would be awkward enough to explain the man's absence when Mickey went upstairs, and they all saw Jon's sports car was gone. It was a one-night stand he'd promised Matt and Tim would never happen. Not only had the man broken his heart, but he'd also made him a liar.

Mickey heard someone fumbling with the door handle, so he rolled over and pretended to sleep, hopefully putting off the inevitable conversation with his bosses. "Damn, that was close." The voice was quiet, but Mickey grinned when he heard it.

Mickey rolled over to see Jon wearing his boxers from the day before. He was standing there with two cups of coffee and a bright smile on his handsome face. He handed the mugs to Mickey and whisked off the shorts before he climbed over Mickey and under the covers.

"What was close?" A tear of gratitude slid from the corner of Mickey's eye at the fact Jon was still there. He handed a mug to Jon, hoping he could surreptitiously wipe it away.

"Matt seems to have the nose of a… Wait, are you okay?" Jon obviously noticed Mickey wasn't one for smooth moves.

"I'm fine. My eyes always water in the mornin'. I think it's allergies." It was a lame-ass lie.

Jon took his chin in hand and looked deeply into Mickey's green eyes. "That's bullshit. Don't lie to me, cowboy. You thought I'd left, didn't you?"

Mickey felt ashamed for his lack of faith, but history had proven it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry, Jonny, but I'm so relieved you didn't disappear again."

Jon leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Mickey's lips. "I know I have a lot to prove, Mickey, but I swear, I'm done with the running thing, okay? I do, however, need to go home this evening because my assistant, Karen, sent me a text that I've got a meeting with a judge in the morning at eight. I hate the idea, but I'm hoping maybe we can spend the day together. I'll help you with whatever it is you need to do as far as chores. I just want to be with you." Jon softly kissed him again.

Mickey took both cups of coffee and placed them on the nightstand before he grabbed a condom and the lube. "I think I know a better wake up than coffee. It's still a little hot anyway." Mickey squeezed a glop of lube onto his fingers, reaching back to prepare himself.

He truly wanted that huge cock inside him because he wanted to feel the lawyer after the man left. It was a tangible way to remember it really happened. It wasn't a dream.

After many hungry kisses and fingers—one, two, three, and four—Mickey pulled his knees up to his shoulders and smiled at the man above him with the bright, sage-green eyes and the beautiful smile. "Ready when you are, darlin'." His eyes didn't leave Jon's as the man whisked on the condom.

He leaned forward and kissed Mickey as he settled the engorged crown of his thick member at Mickey's entrance. The initial breach stung, but the kisses and the soft moans took Mickey's mind off the burn until Jon was finally seated completely inside him, which wasn't a small feat.

"Fuck that feels so goddamn full." Mickey's lips nibbled along the side of Jon's neck, seeing an unexpected hickey he'd obviously given the man the previous night. He smiled at the mark, happy that he'd staked his territory.

"You're okay?" Jon pulled back before pushing forward.

"Yeah. Make me feel it ‘cause I'm not gonna be able to see ya until next Friday night. Gimme a reason to take the drive, Jonny."

Jonathon did not disappoint. Based on the subtle thrusts followed by a delightful swirl of his hips, he had honed fucking to an art. Mickey wanted to ask how many others had received the Jon Wells Treatment, but it wasn't the time or the place.

To avoid the temptation, he kept his mouth moving over Jon's nipples, left first, then right, which seemed to be extremely sensitive. Mickey definitely enjoyed the ride.

"Fuck, yes, Mick. You feel so damn good. I've… Ugh!" The man was vocal during sex, and it wasn't really anything Mickey was used to because Jackie never mumbled a word when Mickey had fucked him. He hated himself for allowing thoughts of his former lover to invade his time with Jon, so he concentrated on the moment and flexed his ass muscles to squeeze Jon's thick cock.

Jon slowed and moved back, settling on his knees as he pulled Mickey's legs up over his shoulders. "Okay, where were you?"

"Huh?"

"For a couple of minutes, you weren't here with me while I'm bringing out my best moves. Is it not…?" Jon's expression was sheepish.

"No! No, baby. I get in my head. Sorry. Go harder, Jonny. It feels really fuckin'… Gah! " A stroke over his prostate set his mind to rights.

"Finally." Jon gasped as he continued the same maneuver, continuing to stroke Mickey's hot button, sending him into the stratosphere.

"What the fuck! You're gonna make me come, Jonny." Mickey's balls were throbbing, and he couldn't help himself. He couldn't hold back.

"I want you to, baby. Come for me, Mickey. I want you to let go for me." Jon stroked harder into him, battering Mickey's prostate enough that hands weren't necessary. Mickey shot off, feeling it hit the headboard behind him, his forehead, and his chest. It was a powerful orgasm, and after Mickey's eyes settled back into the forward view in their sockets, he opened them to experience Jon's beautiful come face. The man was mumbling before he dropped forward onto Mickey's chest, gently stroking in and out of him.

After a few minutes, Jon looked up at Mickey from his prone position on his chest and smiled. "Damn, baby, you can shoot. You good?" He slowly moved out from Mickey to collapse on the bed beside him.

Mickey caught his breath and turned to Jon with a bright smile as his lover reached for tissue from the nightstand, gently cleaning the cum off of his forehead and behind him before he swept his tongue over the mess matting in Mickey's sparse chest hair that took up the space between his pecs.

"Mmm. A little salty this morning. Eat more fruit." Jon smirked as he cleaned the remainder of the jizz on Mickey's chest.

Mickey started laughing. "You a nutritionist now?"

Jon smiled at him. "You want me to suck your cock, you'll eat more fruit. Now, I guess we better shower and get dressed for chores, right?"

Mickey was a bit stunned, but he was definitely going to look that shit up. He certainly wanted to do anything it took for Jon Wells to suck his cock because the man had an amazing mouth. "Yessir." He hopped out of bed and grabbed his coffee which was cool, but still drinkable.

They showered, dressed, and joined the others upstairs as Tim was fixing breakfast for Matt and the boys. "Mr. Jon! I didn't know you stayed the night." Rocky hugged him around the waist.

"Yep, and if you aren't too busy, we're going to find a place around here for you to get your hair cut properly."

Mickey saw the gleam in Ryan's eyes, knowing the boy had faith in the lawyer. "Can I go along so I can show Poppa and Daddy where it is next time Rock needs a cut?"

Matt laughed. "Take Mick with ya so he knows where it is. We gotta make sure the handsome Rocky Whipple has a first-rate haircut for the ladies to notice."

They all laughed, and once again, Mickey felt the warm glow in his chest from being at a place where he knew he was loved. It was an amazing feeling. He prayed it lasted.