Thank you all for your kind words and understanding. Losing our Mack has been devastating. It’s going to take time to heal for sure. I appreciate your patience. It’s been a difficult week. <3
But…A Kind of Romance will be here in three short days and there are two more parts to tie-in short story! This next part is NSFW…Enjoy! 😉
Happy Reading! Lane xo
A Kind of Beginning- Short Story (Part 2)
Will’s POV-
Rand’s expression was hysterical. He went from horny with his eyes half closed to wide-eyed and surprised. His ability to recover quickly always made me laugh. He rezipped his jeans slowly and made a production of adjusting his obvious hard on with a cocky grin. Benny chuckled at my boyfriend’s antics while I lowered my head to hide my certain blush.
“William, you didn’t tell me I was in danger of interrupting a booty call. I’m mortified,” Benny exclaimed theatrically.
He didn’t sound mortified in the slightest. He sounded highly amused. I swiveled on the piano bench to glare at Benny who set his hand on his heart and fluttered his eyelashes for good measure. Rand threw his head back laughing, then flopped gracelessly beside me. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close, kissing the corner of my mouth before I could admonish either of them.
There was a time I didn’t think Rand and Benny had much in common besides me. They didn’t act or look anything alike. Nor did they share any interests. However, they had a measure of self-confidence and a fierce sense of righteousness I admired. And a wicked sense of humor. They both enjoyed pushing my buttons. Especially Rand.
I leaned into his side and rested my head on his shoulder, loving the scent of his musky cologne and something that was his alone. He may have been an unconventional boyfriend in many ways, but to me, he smelled like home. Rand was music, laughter, and all things childlike and wondrous. And he was mine. He was tall, lean and drop-dead gorgeous with longish dark hair, brown eyes and beautiful ink all over his toned body. He oozed rock star sex appeal when he was nowhere near a stage or a microphone. We couldn’t walk down the street lately without someone recognizing him. Random guys gave him fist bumps while their girlfriends flirted shamelessly. We’d been together for over a year and sometimes I still couldn’t believe how easy this felt.
Until he opened his mouth.
“Mortified, eh? Then you better scram, kid. I’m about to get this guy naked in record time and fuck—”
“Rand!” I dug my fingers into his knee to get him to shut up. He yelped with mock dismay, and then squeezed me tighter. “Can’t breathe,” I gasped.
“Me either. I need to talk to you. Alone,” he whispered. He nibbled on my ear then licked it before pulling back to glance up at Benny.
A series of facial gestures passed between them. I may not have been privy to the exchange but it didn’t take a genius to guess Rand was mentally shoving my friend out the door while Benny decided how long he’d stay right where he was to give him a hard time. I pushed at Rand’s chest and moved to the kitchen to join Benny. He was right. My plans had just changed for the morning, but I wasn’t about to be rude to my pint-sized, blue haired friend.
“Sorry Benny. Mind if I take a rain check?”
I stood on the opposite side of the island for the sake of modesty while Benny gave me one his signature once-overs with his arms crossed. I had him by at least six inches, but he had a way of making himself seem much taller than his five feet eight. Like Rand, he had a unique style all his own. Although my boyfriend wouldn’t be caught dead in the bright blue, snug fitted T-shirt with skin-tight jeans and fuchsia sneakers Benny was wearing now.
“Hmph. Well, since I’m not offering what he is, I suppose a rain check will do. Let me see when I can fit you in.” Benny pulled his phone from his back pocket and made a production of scrolling through his calendar while Rand huffed impatiently.
“I’m not getting any younger here, Ben,” Rand snarked. He sighed heavily as he stood and came to join us in the kitchen.
“Don’t be rude—oh, you’re right.” Benny narrowed his gaze and cocked his head. “Your eyes look tired. I found this new miracle cream. It works wonders. I may have some in my bag for you tr—”
“Benny, I love you like the little brother I never had and didn’t necessarily want, but I—”
“I know, I know. I’m leaving. It’s probably for the best. I would have been tempted to purchase delicious fabrics I can’t afford. I should head to the restaurant and see if I can pick up another shift or two. Moving into William’s old apartment was a brilliant idea, but it’s going to take me a few months to get used to being on a strict budget.”
Rand snapped his fingers suddenly and gave Benny a pointed look I knew well. Oh boy.
“Do you need a job?”
“Huh?” Benny and I both turned wearing matching incredulous expressions. Benny recovered first.
“What did you have in mind? Did you want to hire me on as an assistant in the bedroom? I could hand you the lube when you’re ready to—”
“Benny!” I smacked his arm and reached over to do the same to Rand who was cackling like a loon.
Rand pulled me close again, wrapping his arm around my waist so I couldn’t easily escape. Then he kissed my temple, my cheek and the corner of my mouth. I felt instantly warm all over. I threaded my fingers through his belt loop and nudged his side with my free hand.
“What kind of job are you talking about?” I prodded.
“Bagels. But I like Benny’s idea better. Maybe we should consider hiring him for lub—”
“I’m not laughing,” I said primly while Benny and Rand chuckled merrily at my prudish expression. “What about bagels?”
Rand turned so we stood chest to chest. He yanked at my hair and then crashed his mouth over mine. His tongue collided with mine enticingly, but he pulled back before either of us could get lost in the moment. Not that Benny would let us. He cleared his throat and waited until we looked over at him.
“Bagels?”
“Yeah, I quit. George needs a replacement pronto to work the early morning shifts and…”
I listened with half an ear while Rand went on about his hours and general duties, but I was still reeling from the news flash that he’d actually given his notice. I knew him too well. This meant something more than him being tired of waking up at the crack of dawn to slather cream cheese on toasted bagels.
“…so what do you say? You know George. He loves you already, Benny. He’ll hire you on the spot if you say you were interested,” Rand enthused.
“Hmm. Not my dream job but I could use the extra cash. I don’t know about waking up that early though.”
“It’s not that bad. Actually…it is that bad. You get used to it. Hey, come by the store Thursday to talk to him. No pressure. But don’t get your hopes up. Not everyone is capable of bagel mastery. It takes the right stuff. You may not have it,” he teased with a raised brow.
Benny rolled his eyes on cue and hefted his man bag over his shoulder. “Golly, I’d be devastated. Well, I suppose there’s no harm in talking to George.”
“Cool!” Rand smiled brightly. He swatted my ass playfully before skirting the island and slinging a companionable arm over Benny’s shoulder. I overheard his highly embellished praise of the joy of bagels as he escorted our friend toward the front door. “…all you can eat and you wouldn’t believe the variety of cream cheese blends. George is a genius.”
I rounded the corner and leaned against the foyer wall to better observe their exchange.
“And you’re an idiot,” Benny intercepted. “I’m not promising anything so don’t get excited.”
“But you’ll talk to him, right?”
“Sure, but I have to ask… why does it matter so much? He can find someone to replace you easily.”
Rand gasped. “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that. Look, it matters ’cause he matters. George is a good man and if I can do something to make life easier for him, I will. That’s all.”
“I take it back. You’re not an idiot. You’re a sweet soul, Rand,” Benny commented as he pulled open the door. “Now go be sweet to William or I’ll be pissed you ruined my fabric shopping excursion for no good reason. Will— oh there you are. Call me later… and tell me all about it,” he added with a wink.
The second the door clicked shut, Rand was all over me. He pushed me against the wall and threaded his fingers through my hair. He held my face in his hands lovingly before shoving his tongue down my throat. He was all heat and energy. The sudden elevated ferocity was a good indication he’d held back for as long as humanly possibly and was now officially at the end of his rope. I slipped my hands under his jacket and T-shirt and raked my fingernails over his back. He grunted in approval, bucking his hips against mine and leaving little doubt he was hard and ready to go.
We broke apart panting for air. I rested my forehead on his as I fumbled with his belt and zipper.
“Why did you quit?”
Rand pushed his jacket off and slipped his tee over his head in one fluid motion before doing the same to mine. He snapped the elastic band of my pajama bottoms and then yanked them over my ass with my briefs. I closed my eyes and hummed to sounds he was making as he squeezed my cheeks.
“’Do It Like This’ went to number ten,” he said with a growl as he ran a finger along my crack. He pulled back to lick that same digit and invite me to do the same. I obeyed.
“Oh my God, that’s amaz—” I paused as his finger nudged my hole.
“What’s amazing, baby? The song, the trip to Europe we’ll have to take this summer… or me?”
“Europe,” I joked.
Rand chuckled. “Liar. You love me. Admit it.”
He pulled me closer still and slipped his finger inside me. I moaned as I leaned into his touch. I had to feel him too. I shoved his jeans and briefs over his ass and went straight for his thick cock. I loved his sweet sigh of pleasure. It made me want to sink to my knees and suck him to oblivion. He wasn’t going to let me today. He needy something faster. Something dirty. I held his stare as I stroked him in a firm grip. He licked his lips. So fucking sexy. Everything about him screamed sex. The way he moved, sang, spoke. I could feel myself being pulled under. Hypnotized. He was saying something but I couldn’t hear words anymore without swimming for the surface. I wanted to be where the music was. Right here. Right now.
“Yes, I—”
He crashed his mouth over mine possessively, rocking himself into my grip as he tapped insistently at my hole. The pressure was building around us in a familiar swell. The kind that demanded quick release. But Rand was still talking. I swam above the haze in an effort to hear his words.
“I want you so bad it hurts. I’m literally aching with this… need. And I’m not just talking about my dick. Ah yeah… harder. Will, I want to bend you over that baby grand and fuck you senseless. I want to come in your ass and watch my cum drip from your hole. I want—”
“Rand, fuck me.”
He pulled back and stared into my eyes for a long moment before nodding. Then he pointed in the general direction of the piano.
“Go. I’m going to grab the lube.” He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans, grumbling good-naturedly as he moved naked toward the bedroom. “Geez, I didn’t take the offer of lube assistant seriously, but…”
I chuckled at his silliness, though it had the desired effect of keeping me grounded. I stepped out of my pajama bottoms and crossed the room to the piano as instructed. I ran my hand along the side of my sleek black instrument and considered the logistics of getting fucked over a piano. How was this supposed to work?
“No thinking allowed. Bend over, baby,” Rand commanded in an over-the-top lascivious tone.
I huffed in amusement as I observed my lover. He stood with one hand on his impossibly hard shaft and a bottle of lube in the other. I couldn’t decide if it was his cocky stance or the naughty look in this eye that turned me on, but fuck… I couldn’t form a sentence to save my life. I bit my lip and made a gesture I hoped he’d understand without a major explanation.
Rand grinned. Message received. He understood. But that didn’t mean he’d make anything easy, I mused as he moved closer.
“Will, look at me.” He waited for me to obey before continuing. His confident veneer slipped ever so slightly. There was a hint of vulnerability in his gaze I knew was for my eyes only. My heart swelled as I waited patiently for him to move or speak.
“What is it?”
“I love you.”
I cocked my head curiously and squinted at him. “I love you too. But why—”
“Because everything we do, we do together. Wherever this journey leads… it’s for us. Not for me. International tours, stadium shows… hell, maybe the fucking Grammys some day. This is ours. Everything. You understand?”
I didn’t realize my mouth was hanging open until he smiled kindly and set his thumb on my chin.
“Yes, I—”
“Shh.” He kissed my lips and positioned me so my hands rested on the side of the piano. “No more talking. I’ve got a raging hard on and lube all over my hand. Let me get to work. Spread your ass… yes, like that. Fuck, you look hot.”
And just like that the mood shifted again. The underlying emotion combined with physical need made for a heady combination. My vision blurred as he moved behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack and slid a finger inside. I pushed back for more as I reached to stroke myself, using the dripping precum as extra lube while Rand gently stretched me open. His tender touch was in severe contrast to the dirty tale he was weaving. When he whispered a raunchy refrain about fucking me senseless while the neighbors watched, I looked back at him in alarm.
“Are the blinds closed?”
Rand snorted in disbelief and smacked my ass. “My game must be off. Geez Will! Yes, the fucking blinds are closed. Now relax.”
My half laugh quickly became a sigh when he pushed a second finger inside me. I grunted and leaned forward to rest my forearms on the piano. I relished the moment the burning sensation turned to intense pleasure. I could feel his cock riding my crack as he moved his fingers, expertly twisting them until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Now.”
“You sure you’re ready for—”
“Rand, fuck me now!”
“Holy shit. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your nasty—”
I pushed back forcefully just as he set pushed inside. We groaned in unison. The heat and the intensity were overwhelming. He grasped my hips and held me steady, leaning forward to kiss the back of my neck and my shoulder. When I reached for my cock and tilted backward to meet his tentative rocking motion, he bucked into me hard, and then wrapped his arms around my chest.
“What do you need?” he whispered, biting my earlobe.
“I need you to move.”
“Like this?” He pulled out almost all the way and surged forward ’til he was buried balls deep.
I cried out and shook my head. “Don’t fucking tease me. Move. Really move.”
And he did. He moved like thunder, consuming me as he pumped his hips frantically. I could feel his balls against my ass and his sweat on my back. I gripped the edge of the piano with my left hand and stroked myself with my right as I met my lover thrust for thrust. It wasn’t going to take much for either of us to lose it. The heat was too intense.
“Will. I’m gonna come!”
He clutched me close as he shuddered, spilling himself inside me. And I was right there with him. I cried out, trembling with the force of my release. My legs shook and my heart felt like it was beating outside of my chest.
We stood fused with sweat and cum until the aftershocks passed. Rand leaning on me while I leaned on the piano. I closed my eyes, then opened them a second later when he gently disengaged. He caressed my back, running feather light fingers along my spine before kissing my cheek.
I looked over my shoulder when he tapped his spent penis on my ass with a wicked grin. I snorted and rolled my eyes. He was so goofy sometimes. But I knew how he worked now. Well… sometimes. He was still a mystery to me in many ways. He was demanding. He pushed when he shouldn’t and asked for more than he deserved at others. However, his energy was too brilliant to ignore. And in a funny twist, it was complemented by his enormous heart. Rand loved bigger than anyone I’d ever met. To be the focus of his affection was not for the weak spirited.
I wasn’t just his focus now. I was his vision. And he was mine. Where one of us ended, the other began. He was right. Whatever happened with Spiral or with career in theater, if and when it took off… we were in this together. It was ours.
But Rand didn’t need or want any sappy clichés to cement our truths right now. He needed humor and the reminder to not let things get heavy. I cupped his ass and nibbled at his jaw before stepping aside.
“Since you were partially responsible for that mess, you get to clean it up this time,” I said, pointing at the piano.
He gave me a wide-eyed incredulous look, then narrowed his gaze in mock irritation. “That’s your jizz. How come I’m always the one cleaning the messes?”
“You’re always the one making them.”
I gave a half-laugh as I stepped away. I didn’t get far. Rand hooked his hand behind my neck and pulled me so close our noses touched. His teasing expression quickly turned serious.
“I meant what I said earlier. I love you.”
“I know, baby. Me too.”
His smiled widened into Cheshire cat grin. “You called me ‘baby’. You never call me ‘baby’. I like it. Say it again.”
“I love you, baby.”
To be continued…