Beyond the Edge (17 page)

“Classy,” I said. “I'm sure they'll be back in…” I looked at my watch, “about ten minutes.”

She laughed.

“Um, Sebastian and I are gonna…”

“Yeah, no kidding!”

“…go back to my place.” I finished. “Are you okay on your own here?”

She made a face. “Please. I'm a big girl. And like you said, Greg and Casey will be back once they've explored every gay cliché known to man. Anyway, I'm enjoying the show…” She gestured to the dance floor where young men clutched and swayed together in the blue and orange light.

“Okay. Well, congrats on your good news and, um, give me a call next week. We have to arrange a dinner with you and your gorgeous husband sometime.”

She nodded. “It was nice meeting you, Sebastian. Have a great time, guys.”

“Same here.” Sebastian smiled. “I've always liked the name Chloe, y'know.”

Joanne's eyes lit up. “Oooh, I like that! It's short and pretty! Thanks!”

§ § §

As soon as we stepped out of the bar and headed down the steps, Sebastian said, “We could go to my place, if you want? It’s closer.”

“Sold,” I said, grabbing his hand and lacing my fingers with his.

He squeezed my hand, hard, as we stepped onto the sidewalk. “How fast can you walk?” He sounded breathless already.

“Watch me,” I said, pulling him along.

§ § §

We kept stopping to grope each other as we climbed the stairs to Sebastian’s apartment. By the time we actually got the door open and moved inside, I’d gotten his jacket off and was unbuttoning his white shirt.

“Tate…” he moaned, kissing me frantically and helping me with his shirt. “Oh…fuck!…I wanna…I wanna…fuck…you…” He breathed out between kisses.

I groaned, ripping the last button from his shirt as I wrenched it off him, pushing him backward into his room. I was desperate, so horny and wild for him. I shoved him roughly down onto his bed and started to strip.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.

He nodded, his eyes like two blue coals, staring at me from under hooded lids. He lay back, taking his pants down and off and his cock rose, thick and red, before me.

“Well, goddammit…” I murmured, tossing my shirt on the floor and pulling my own pants off. “…If you think you can do the job,” I teased him, grinning.

He laughed. “Get over here…”

And I was on him. We struggled together, naked and both achingly hard and eager. He pressed me down on the bed beneath him, covering me with his muscular body, rubbing his erection against my own.

“Oh my God…” He looked down at me, blond hair falling in front of his eyes. He shook it out of them. “I want to fuck you so hard, Tate, so fucking long and so fucking hard…”

I arched my back, pushing myself up to him. “Then do it…do it now…”

He kissed me hard, reaching over to his bedside table and ripping open the drawer. He had me lubed in moments. So awesome to know we'd had clear STD screens and being able to bareback right away.

“Ready?” he said as he fingered me gently.

“Always,” I murmured.

And he was pressing against me, and pushing into me. I gasped at the ecstasy of finally having his cock in me again, that beautiful, hot, smooth, gorgeous cock. And I was under no orders this time, no restraints. I could let go if I wanted and I had the freedom to enjoy every minute of it.

“Oh…Tate…” He moved back and forth inside me. “Oh…God…so…good.” He bent his head, opening his mouth against my shoulder and pressing with his teeth in a soft bite of pleasure as he fucked me.

I grabbed his hips, encouraging him to go faster, because I wanted a pounding—I needed it. I was so fucking desperate.

“Fuck me…fuck me, Sebastian…make me come…like you did before…”

He groaned, moving faster, ramming into me again and again as my prostate throbbed and my dick swelled. I found it with my hand and stroked myself frantically. So close…so close…

“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, I'm gonna come, Sebastian.” I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back in my head as the pleasure gathered and rolled through me. “Oh! Fuck! Yes!” I yelled as I exploded. It lasted forever it seemed while Sebastian kept fucking me until, with a loud groan, he convulsed over me, his face like an ecstatic angel's.

“You're beautiful,” I murmured. “So beautiful fucking me like that, coming like that.”

He collapsed on top of me and we fell into a dreamy, blissful unconsciousness.

§ § §

Sebastian and I spent a lot of time together over the next week and a half. We just seemed naturally drawn to each other, and if I was honest with myself, we’d been this way since we’d met. I loved to cook for him, feed him, and enjoyed having him around. He slept over a number of times. His presence enriched my life, there was no doubt about that.

We had one argument in all that time and it was about whose apartment we should hang out in. Mine was the obvious choice, since I didn’t have roommates, and that was where we’d spent most of our time, except for the night after The Flamingo. But Sebastian said he liked having me at his place too. He said he felt more confident there and less like a guest. I felt uncomfortable around his roommates and didn’t like not knowing when they’d be arriving home. I thought it was a fair complaint, but he went into quite a sulk about it. It was cute, but frustrating, and the truth was I didn’t like sharing him. I wanted him all to myself when we were together, especially since I knew I’d have to share him with James in a couple of weeks.

The day after we argued, he called me.

“Tate, I'm sorry about yesterday. I really want to see you. Can you come get me? Maybe we could go see a movie or something?”

“Sure. I'll be there in twenty minutes.”

I picked him up and we went to see some lame action movie I'd heard about. It was pretty stupid and atrociously violent, but we had fun anyway. Sebastian kept whispering suggestive things in my ear and nibbling my earlobe until I wanted to drag him into the bathroom and pull down his pants. By the time the movie ended, my dick was hard and aching, and I wanted nothing more than to bury it in him up to my balls.

Trying to be fair, I suggested we go to his place, but he shook his head and admitted that both his roommates were there. So I drove like a maniac back to my place and started taking his clothes off as soon as we got in the door.

He laughed, helping me, until we were naked, and we barely made it to the couch. I pushed him so he fell on his belly over the arm of the couch, his ass in the air, right where I needed it and slapped it hard.

“That’s for flogging me so hard at James’ place,” I said. He giggled. I slapped it again. “And that's for teasing me all through the movie.”

He crawled over onto the couch and flipped onto his back, staring at me through the hair that always fell over his eyes. The naughty grin he gave me would have tempted the purest soul.

I think I growled. I crawled onto the couch and over top of him, finding his mouth and attacking it with everything I had. I was so damn horny and I needed to fuck him. He knew it too. I felt his own need pressing up against me.

“Fuck, Tate…Jesus…” He gasped. “Please…fuck me…”

“I need to get some lube,” I moaned.

He shook his head. “No you don't.” He spat into his hand as my dick throbbed. It was the hottest thing I'd seen as he prepared himself—so desperate for my cock he didn't want to waste any time, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

“Here,” I said, raising up and spitting into my own hand. I added it to his already wet hole and with no other preamble, pushed my dick inside him, slowly but firmly, making us both groan with pleasure.

“Oh…yeah…
fuck
!” Sebastian didn’t swear as much as I did, unless he was getting fucked, and then he let loose.

My cock felt so good inside him. I moved quickly and roughly, my eyes rolling with the glorious feel of it, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

Sebastian made desperate, harsh sounds of pleasure as I fucked him. He reached his arms back, bracing them against the arm of the couch, pushing against my thrusts. His mouth dropped open, his eyes closed and his hair grew damp with sweat. He looked so beautiful, like a wanton angel.

“Jesus…Sebastian…” I moaned, pounding his ass as I felt the orgasm coiling inside me.

“Tate,” he gasped. “Mmm…fuck! Jesus…” His hand found his cock and he stroked himself hard once, twice. “Oh fuck!” he yelled as he came all over himself, and kept coming, as I fucked him through it. I’d never seen anything so wonderful, and it sent me over the edge. He was still shooting as I cried out and came inside him, trembling and giving myself up to the joy of it.

When the waves of bliss diminished I collapsed on top of my boy, kissing him with gratitude and much emotion. I ran my hands through his sweaty hair, pulling back to examine his face in the satiety of the moment. When his eyes finally flicked open, their blueness astonished me, once again. He smiled and his face held such a look of peace and contentment, I couldn’t help smiling back.

“Holy hell, that was awesome,” I said.

“Uber awesome,” he agreed.

“Do you want to sleep over? I’ve got extra pajamas.”

“Who needs pajamas?” he said, pulling my face down for a kiss.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Puppy Love?

That Sunday, I insisted on driving Sebastian to church. It was on Rideau Drive, in an old, affluent Ottawa neighborhood. The church itself was picturesque, made of stone and reminiscent of a medieval chapel.

When I pulled into a parking spot and shut off the engine, Sebastian looked at me funny. “Aren’t you just dropping me off?”

“Can’t I come in? I haven’t been to church in a while. And that way I don’t have to come back for you,” I said.

He smiled. “Are you sure? You don’t have to stay. I can get the bus back.”

I stared at him, wondering if he didn’t want me to invade his sanctum. “I’d like to stay and hear you sing. If that’s okay?”

He nodded. “Sure. Just…” He looked at his hands. “Can you be…discreet? None of these people know I’m gay. I wouldn’t want to give anyone a heart attack, y’know? Most of them are kinda…old.”

I nodded. “Understood. That won’t be a problem. Are we just friends, then?”

He smiled. “Good friends, of course. It’s not that I’m hiding, right? If any of them asked me directly I wouldn’t lie about it. I mean, I’m proud of who I am, but who I sleep with really isn’t any of their business. Besides…” He looked out the window at all of the people exiting their cars and walking up the walkway, most of whom looked past the age of fifty. “…Who knows what some of these folks get up to behind closed doors?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Maybe some of them are even kinkier than us.”

I laughed, finding that hard to believe. But you never knew.

We got out of the car and walked up the lane to the large doors. Everyone was going in the side entrance and that’s where Sebastian led me. An elderly lady was having trouble opening the door in front of us, so I reached over and helped her. She turned and beamed at me. “Thank you, dear. These doors are so heavy.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, smiling back and feeling a warm something fill my belly.

We followed the woman inside, stamping the snow off our boots and hanging up our coats. Sebastian hung up the woman’s coat for her. “Haven’t seen you for awhile Iris,” he said to her. “I hope everything’s okay?”

She nodded. “Thank you, dear. My arthritis has been acting up and Harvey’s been ill. But he was well enough to drive me today. Just didn’t want to come for the service.” She looked at me and nudged Sebastian. “So who’s your handsome friend?”

Sebastian blushed and ran a hand through his tousled hair. “This is Tate. It’s his first time here.”

“Welcome Tate. We’re delighted to have you. It’s nice to see young people come to worship.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. “I hear the choir is spectacular.”

Sebastian giggled. Fuck, if he thought nobody knew he was gay he was deluded. He sounded like an embarrassed schoolgirl.

Iris beamed. “Why, yes it is!” she said proudly. “I’m a soprano. And, well, Sebastian has the most beautiful tenor, but I’m sure you already know that.”

“Actually, no. I’ve never heard him sing,” I admitted, and now Sebastian was really blushing.

“Well, we’d better get to the choir room.” He rolled his eyes at me and took Iris’s arm. “I’ll see you after, okay?”

“Okay. Have fun.” I watched him help Iris down the steps, then made my way into the chapel. Some folks at the entry smiled warmly, bade me good morning, and handed me a program. I thanked them and found a seat in a pew near the middle of the congregation. The place was packed, to my surprise. Mostly with older people but I saw a few young families and some other twenty-somethings.

I looked around at the elegant architecture of the building itself. There were stained glass windows depicting various biblical scenes all along each side of the church. I knew what some of the images were, others I had no clue. My parents had dragged me to church until I’d put my foot down at the age of fifteen and refused to be confirmed.

I opened the program, looking it over. It had the standard listing of hymns, readings and prayers, and at the end there was a note that coffee and cookies would be served in the upstairs hall after the service. That sounded nice. I could handle a snack.

After about ten minutes the Minister came out to the podium. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, younger than I’d expected. He wasn’t bad looking either.
Sorry, God. I really can’t help it.

He made some announcements in a clear, masculine voice that echoed pleasantly in the crowded space, and made some jokes too. I was starting to like him and I already liked the church.
What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so comfortable here?

Finally it was time for the introductory hymn. I watched as the choir members, wearing burgundy robes, filed onto the stage and stood in formation. I quickly found Sebastian and couldn’t help grinning at how stately and beautiful he looked in the choir get-up. I wanted to tell the person sitting beside me that that was my boyfriend, but he looked like he might keel over at that news, and Sebastian had asked me to be discreet, so I kept quiet.