Vegas Miracle (10 page)

What he couldn’t tell her was that he was terrified.  Down deep petrified at the concept of failing at his own marriage, of her finding out about Henri, about his need for the man.  She was going to be crushed but he had hoped to ease her into it.  To convince her he could love them equally somehow.

"Right," he scoffed to himself.  He couldn’t even effectively convince her he felt anything beyond the drive to succeed.  She reminded him of this repeatedly.  And she was right, on one level.  He was driven and successful and enjoyed the trappings and rewards and tried to share them with her.  He stood up and leaned on the balcony railing, taking deep breaths of cool night air, trying like hell to calm his wildly spinning brain. 

Ryan closed his eyes at the sound of the key in the lock and he didn’t move as Henri entered, made a tsk-tsk sound over the mess in the foyer, grabbed a glass and the bourbon decanter and joined him on the balcony.   The sound of liquid splashing into over ice and the hiss of the fabric as Henri eased back into his chair brought no response from Ryan.  He remained standing, staring at the night sky, unable to form words as his lover of nearly two years sat and watched him in silence. Then he spoke out to the air.

"Just what, exactly were you hoping to accomplish by fucking my wife?"

Henri stood and leaned over the balcony, mirroring Ryan’s stance. 

"I thought it was why you brought her.  But I'll say, you were right.   She's amazing."  Henri sipped his bourbon and looked at the tall blonde beside him. 

Ryan turned to look into Henri’s deep brown eyes, the eyes that held him the moment they met in Cannes two years ago.    That compulsion, the weekend they shared together, led him places he never imagined he’d go and now he couldn’t give it up.   He shook his head and looked back out over the Detroit River, remorse and dread twisting his gut in knots.

He shut his eyes once more as he felt Henri’s hands on his shoulders, kneading, smoothing out the tension in his muscles. 

"You can’t distract me.  I’m hugely pissed off at you."

"I know, but at least you won’t be tense so you can really focus on the anger.  Now sit so I can reach you properly."

Ryan sighed, suppressing a smile at the man’s ability to defuse.  It was a talent he wished Grace had. Her tendency was to ramp up the ante, to find the sore spot and grind her heel into it until Ryan lashed out, making the whole thing much worse than it usually was.  Sitting, pouring himself one final splash of bourbon, he let Henri work on his shoulders and upper back, groaning as the knots untied and his neck lost some of its rigid stress.

"Ow, Jesus," Ryan yelped when Henri’s knuckle dug into his trapezoid. 

"Shut up already," the young man’s voice was airy, relaxed.  "Let me work."

After about twenty solid minutes spent over Ryan’s shoulders and upper back, Henri leaned down to his ear.

"She’ll be okay."  Ryan turned and frowned, wincing as the freshly released nerves in his neck sang out in protest.

"You don’t have to treat her with kid gloves, Ryan.  She’s a grown woman, a successful author. She's used to being on her own.  Just because you swept her off her feet in an admittedly romantic fashion doesn’t mean she needs to be coddled like some hot house rose."

"I think I know how to..."

Henri took his hands off Ryan’s shoulders.

You know what, I don’t think you do.  And that’s part of the problem."

Henri flopped into his chair and propped his bare feet up as Ryan stared at him.

"I hardly think a guy who managed to stay married about thirty minutes is qualified to…"

Henri held a hand up cutting him off yet again.

"Don’t be condescending.  I never claimed to know anything about women.  I just think I have a handle on this one—you know, they one we want to share our lives with?"  He raised an eyebrow at Ryan.

Ryan pushed the younger man’s feet off his lap and stalked back inside the condo.

"How did she get home?"

"I took her."

Ryan stuck his head back outside as he unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off.

"Great."

Henri rose and took the two steps between them quickly, hands on Ryan’s biceps, pinning the taller man against the French doors, his dark eyes angry and hurt.  Ryan glared at him.

"Park the attitude all right?  I’m just trying to fucking help you get over yourself long enough to salvage your marriage.  If you stepped out of your God-damned pity party for half a second you’d see that, you ass."  

Ryan’s body reacted to his lover’s closeness as it always did.  His scalp prickled and his skin flushed but he set his jaw and pushed back on Henri’s strong chest just enough to make him take a step back.   Henri crossed his arms but didn’t move out of Ryan’s space.  Drawing himself up to his full six feet, six inches, he opened his mouth to retort but watched as his arms reached out and pulled Henri to him.  The young man resisted at first then let himself be drawn into the circle of Ryan’s strong embrace.

"I’m sorry," Ryan muttered into Henri’s hair, reveling in his familiar scent and the feel of his body.

Henri sighed before wrapping his arms around Ryan’s waist and planting a soft kiss on the man’s full lips.  What started as tender turned tumultuous as Ryan grasped Henri’s face and held him, letting his tongue dance across his lover’s lips and into his mouth.   Ryan felt his cock harden instantly as he tasted his lover’s lips.  Leaning back against the door where he’d been pinned in anger earlier, he let Henri press into him, loving the feel of their cocks pressed together, the sense of fulfillment he got whenever they touched.   Henri’s dark skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the balcony. 

The delicious taste of bourbon on his lover’s tongue made Ryan growl deep in his throat as he reached down and yanked Henri’s zipper down.  Running a hand down his shaft, Ryan sighed with satisfaction.  This was what he needed right now.   Henri broke their kiss and leaned back, hands on his hips, his cock pressed up against his lower belly, slick with early desire.

"If you’re gonna apologize like that, I'll take you angry every day of the week."  His eyes were hooded as he studied Ryan’s face.

Ryan grinned at his young lover, thoughts of Grace driven away for the time being.  There would be more discussions later, more anger and hopefully a resolution they could all live with, but for now Ryan’s need was deep and throbbing.  He required a connection, a physical and emotional bond that only Henri could provide.  Yanking his own zipper down to release his cock which ached nearly as bad as his heart, Ryan reached for Henri, and walked him over to the balcony’s glass and stainless steel barrier, kissing him as he maneuvered them nearer the edge.

Henri moaned when his ass hit the barrier and he pushed Ryan back, going down on his knees and taking Ryan’s cock all the way into his mouth and to his throat, swallowing his full length.  Ryan buried his hands in his lover’s silky black hair and gave into the exquisite sensations as Henri let the tip of his cock strangle him.  Thrusting his hips forward, Ryan felt Henri’s hand slip around and clutch his as, while he strained with the effort of staying upright.

"Hell yes, right there," Ryan’s voice was hoarse as he reacted to the finger Henri slipped into his tightest hole.

Henri buried his finger deep, but moved his mouth up to lap at the head of Ryan’s cock before swallowing him again with a moan of desire muffled by his lover’s long shaft.  Ryan sensed himself tensing for release, but he clamped down on it, wanting more time to revel in it, needing something else.

"Come up here," he whispered.  Henri released his cock, leaving it glistening and throbbing in pre-orgasmic agony.  He pulled his finger out of Ryan’s ass and grinned at the tall blond man.  Sauntering into the condo to wash his hand and grab the lube, Henri shed his jeans and shirt, leaving them in a crumpled pile that would normally drive Ryan insane but for now just made him smile as he watched the handsome young man’s bare ass in one direction then his great, thick cock as he returned.  Ryan licked his lips and pulled Henri close again, devouring his mouth, fucking him with his tongue, their arms entangled and hands grasping, breathing ragged.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Henri. Please." Ryan ran his lips down Henri’s latte colored flesh, licking his way down to the tight copper buds of his nipples.

"Then what are you waiting for," Henri growled, pulling Ryan back over to the balcony’s edge.  "Take what you want."

Ryan grasped Henri’s shoulders and shifted him around to face the balcony’s edge, using the lube on his own cock and on Henri’s thick shaft, making the young man thrust his hips as he turned to give Ryan his ass.

"Mmmmm, yes, lovely," Ryan murmured, using two lube-slicked fingers to probe Henri’s lusciously tight hole, shoving past the tight resistance, finger fucking him while he stroked the man’s thick cock with his other hand, loving the look of Henri’s back as his muscles tensed at Ryan’s touch.  Pressing his own cock up against Henri’s soft skin, Ryan closed his eyes and bent over his lover’s back, keeping the rhythm of his hands on either side of the man’s body, fingers sunk deep in his ass as he pumped his rod, paying extra attention to his thick, sensitive head, feeling pre-cum drip down his hand.

"Oh hell, Ryan, you’re gonna make me blow," Henri gasped as he held tight to the glass barrier at the balcony’s edge.  Henri’s head tilted back as he thrust his hips up into Ryan’s hand then back against the pressure of his fingers.

Ryan stopped, pulled his fingers out and repositioned himself, guiding his throbbing cock into Henri’s now-ready ass, slowly, an inch at a time, gritting his teeth against the urge to shove himself in, to make the connection he needed so badly. Rough, hard, immediate.  Keeping his fist wrapped around Henri’s cock, Ryan buried himself inside his lover, holding himself still for a moment, feeling the muscles clench around him, making small thrusts ever further inside, his balls pressed up against the dark skin of Henri’s ass.  Slowing his hand, he glided up and down, smelling the salty sweat and passion between them.  Then an undercurrent of another familiar smell stole over Ryan, turning him on even more.  Grace.  Her perfume still clung to Henri’s body.

Ryan bent over Henri’s back further, wanting to taste him, lick the salty sweat from his back, soak up what was left of Grace’s essence on the man’s skin.  Henri tilted his hips up giving Ryan full access, leaving the head of his own cock in Ryan’s hand where he toyed with it, running his fingers around the sensitive edges of his bulging erection.

"Now you can come," Ryan grunted, pulling back and shoving himself inside again and again, up on his tip toes, grasping Henri’s hips leaving him to stroke his own cock in the last seconds before climax.

"Oh, yes…God!" the scent of Henri’s sweet release filled Ryan’s nose, the sound of his loud grunt of satisfaction making him thrust harder, deeper, needing him, nearing his own orgasm as he thrust into Henri’s ass one last time, his balls contracting and his cock spurting and filling him.  He spasmed, holding tight to Henri’s hips, letting his cock twitch and empty, his whole body suffused with well-being and lightness he so desired after this night.  The tight ring of Henri’s anal muscles flexed and Ryan pulled out, running hands across the man’s lube and cum slicked ass.

"Mmmmm…."Henri arched back once more as Ryan ran his hands up his sides to his arms, leaning over and cradling him from behind, kissing his shoulders and neck.

"Jesus Christ," Ryan whispered into Henri’s thick hair.  "You are amazing." He sighed with satisfaction as the man turned to face him.  Wrapping his arms around Henri’s dark brown body, Ryan gripped him kissing his full lips tenderly until Henri broke away.

"I love you," he said to the tall man holding him.  "So much. You know that, right?"

Ryan nodded, still managing the final throes of passion inside his head.   He pulled Henri in for another kiss, letting his lip and tongue speak for him.  But Henri stopped him.

"I want to hear you say it."

Ryan took a deep breath, grabbed both of Henri’s hands and looked into his eyes. "I love you, too."

Henri smiled. "About time, my emotionally constipated lover."

 Ryan grimaced.  It was the exact thing Grace had called him earlier in the week.  He started towards the shower, his cock at half-mast, the night air starting to chill his skin.   Henri gazed at him.

"Let’s just talk to her, okay?  You’re torturing yourself with this."

Ryan turned, his eyes trained on the horizon.

"But not tonight.  I, um, I have to leave for Paris tomorrow.  I can’t dump this on her then leave."

"But you can stalk out on her at a party full of naked strangers, stay away for a night, and then go away for five days?"  Henri threw up his hands.  "I'm amazed she puts up with you at all."

"It’s not always this bad.  It’s just lately she keeps bringing up the kid thing and we agreed when we got married it wasn't an option.   And you’ve been around more, meaning I spend more nights in the office," he ran a hand down Henri’s chiseled chest to his abs and put a hand around the man’s still hard cock.    "Ah shit, you’re right.  I should." Ryan did a quick wash up, then walked slowly back out to the balcony. He didn’t have to reach for his phone.  Henri had it in his hand already and was punching in Grace’s number.

He kissed Ryan’s lips once then handed him the ringing phone before heading back inside.  Ryan watched him go, took a deep breath and listened to the tiny sound of Grace’s phone ringing not that far from where he sat right now.  Relieved and terrified, he waited but frowned when she didn’t pick up.   He hung up then dialed again, getting her voice mail almost instantly, Grace’s soft Southern drawl soothing his ears.  Knowing she was ignoring him and not really surprised, Ryan put the phone down next to his empty glass.   He strolled into the small bathroom and turned the hot water on full blast before climbing in and letting the steam clear the post orgasmic stupor he always fell prey to.