Taste. Part 31

Grier leaned into Lil silently and pressed his nose against the hollow between Lil's neck and shoulder, inhaling his scent. "You smell so good."

"I didn't think I managed to wash away the smell of s.e.x."

"It's a good smell," Grier teased. "I wish I could bottle it and bring it back with me."

"Grier...."

"I know, Lil."

"Don't ever forget."

"I won't."

THEY had dinner at a small restaurant on Union Street to take a short break and replenish their depleted fluids so that they could go back to the apartment and have another round of s.e.x before Grier left for the airport. This time he dressed for Lil, going all out for his lover, who enjoyed the playacting as much as he did. He wore black stockings held up by a garter belt that cinched his slim waist. The black lace thong barely covered his engorged package, and Lil could see a dark stain seeping through the fabric as Grier's arousal bloomed. He wore the black vest Lil had purchased for him, black elbow-length gloves with the fingers cut out, and a black, leather ball cap turned back to front to top it off. His multicolored tattoos spilled down his arm and torso, breaking up the monochromatic backdrop. Lil gravitated toward Grier, captivated by the sight of his lover in leather and lace. He begged Grier to let him take a photo, several in fact, to sustain him while Grier was gone. had dinner at a small restaurant on Union Street to take a short break and replenish their depleted fluids so that they could go back to the apartment and have another round of s.e.x before Grier left for the airport. This time he dressed for Lil, going all out for his lover, who enjoyed the playacting as much as he did. He wore black stockings held up by a garter belt that cinched his slim waist. The black lace thong barely covered his engorged package, and Lil could see a dark stain seeping through the fabric as Grier's arousal bloomed. He wore the black vest Lil had purchased for him, black elbow-length gloves with the fingers cut out, and a black, leather ball cap turned back to front to top it off. His multicolored tattoos spilled down his arm and torso, breaking up the monochromatic backdrop. Lil gravitated toward Grier, captivated by the sight of his lover in leather and lace. He begged Grier to let him take a photo, several in fact, to sustain him while Grier was gone.

The brunet was a natural, modeling for Lil with a playful glint in his eye and making one suggestive move after another. The final pose had Grier with his arms and legs spread out against the wall. He leered over his right shoulder and winked at Lil, just before he snapped another shot, looking every bit the bad boy. Lil sank to his knees with a soft moan, too aroused to continue, and he tossed the camera off to the side, intent on partaking of Grier's fine a.s.s. He stripped him of the flimsy thong and parted Grier's succulent cheeks, burying his tongue in the puckered flesh as Grier expressed his approval. Lil tugged on Grier's hand, coaxing him down onto the floor, and Grier complied, resting his head on his forearms and spreading out without prompting. Lil slid his hand underneath Grier's thighs and wrapped strong fingers around Grier's c.o.c.k, stroking him slowly while he continued to f.u.c.k his a.s.shole with his tongue.

Now it was Grier who was moaning, in addition to thrashing and pounding on the floor, as he rutted against Lil's face. "Like that, oh f.u.c.k...."

"Umm," Lil garbled against the heated skin that twitched uncontrollably.

"Yes, yes... go, babe, don't stop."

Lil applied more pressure, twirling his tongue in and around the tight spot that clenched when he probed through the stubborn rings. He withdrew his tongue and began to nibble on Grier's heavy s.c.r.o.t.u.m, sucking a ball into the wet heat and rolling it around until Grier began to beg.

"Will you please please f.u.c.k me?" f.u.c.k me?"

"I don't have anything handy."

"Do it raw."

"No," Lil said adamantly. He resumed the r.i.m.m.i.n.g and wrapped Grier's stiff c.o.c.k with a strong hand and began to jack him off in rhythmic strokes until the brunet exploded in a fountain of warm s.p.u.n.k. The smell of raw s.e.x and the tactile sensation of the s.e.m.e.n were so intense Lil climaxed spontaneously.

"Grier." Lil's voice came out strangled.

"f.u.c.k, Lil...."

"Love you," Lil whispered.

Grier flipped over and gathered Lil against his chest, holding him so tight it was almost uncomfortable. "How am I going to leave you?"

"Consider it temporary."

"I have to, or I'll go nuts."

"I'll be thinking of you every second of the day."

"Ditto."

Sebastian watched the lovers from his spot on the six-foot carpeted scratching post, twitching his long tail and narrowing his bottle-green eyes. He'd warmed up to Grier and had allowed him to pet him a few times, but he had yet to give him the final blessing by sitting on his lap.

"Your cat's a voyeur," Grier noted.

Lil laughed. "Like father like son."

"Did you enjoy my show?"

"Very much."

"We'll have to do this again sometime. I'd like to see you in lace as well."

"Yeah?" Lil's face lit up. "That sounds intriguing."

"Thank you for these last few days. I had a great time," Grier said tenderly.

"My pleasure, love."

"I'd better get in the shower. Lil?"

"Yes?"

"I'd like to leave the lingeriefor when I come back."

Lil was heartened by that statement and smiled agreeably. "Of course."

THE goodbye kiss at San Francisco International was difficult because Grier clung to Lil instead of making it fast and painless. "I'll miss you," he whispered, just before parting. The light from the oncoming traffic revealed Grier's sorrow as a lone tear slid down his cheek. "Take care, Lil." goodbye kiss at San Francisco International was difficult because Grier clung to Lil instead of making it fast and painless. "I'll miss you," he whispered, just before parting. The light from the oncoming traffic revealed Grier's sorrow as a lone tear slid down his cheek. "Take care, Lil."

Lil remained stoic until Grier slammed the car door and walked into the terminal. When he was sure that his lover was in the building, he pulled away from the curb and let his tears flow as he drove back into the city.

GRIER slept all the way to Chicago and only awoke when the flight attendant accidentally b.u.mped his knee with the refreshment cart. She apologized and offered him coffee. "We're about forty-five minutes away from O'Hare." slept all the way to Chicago and only awoke when the flight attendant accidentally b.u.mped his knee with the refreshment cart. She apologized and offered him coffee. "We're about forty-five minutes away from O'Hare."

"Thanks," Grier replied, sipping at the hot brew that was surprisingly good. He unbuckled his seat belt and went to the restroom to wash his face and take a leak. As soon as the plane touched down, he turned on his cell phone and dialed Santino's number.

"We just landed."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

SANTINO arrived in Grier's red truck. He hopped out of the driver's seat and greeted him with a hug and a loud thump on the back. "Have a good time?" arrived in Grier's red truck. He hopped out of the driver's seat and greeted him with a hug and a loud thump on the back. "Have a good time?"

"Yes."

"That's great, son. Let's go and have some breakfast, so you can tell me what the h.e.l.l is going on."

Grier took the wheel and didn't start the truck until his dad was buckled up. "Rose Garden okay?" Grier asked. It was a small restaurant in Elk Grove that served a kick-a.s.s breakfast at reasonable prices. They ate there often because Santino was hooked on the skillets that were basically a mountain of hash browns drowning in cheese and eggs.

"That's a good idea. I'm in the mood for the Irish skillet."

"What a surprise," Grier quirked.

"Just drive, boy."

Grier barely touched his breakfast and drank cup after cup of coffee while Santino ate his meal with a heartiness that seemed wholly inappropriate considering the state of Grier's nerves. He knew his stomach would pay for this caffeine abuse, but he couldn't seem to say no when the perky waitress offered to pour. Eventually, Santino reached his saturation point and topped off the last bite with a satisfied burp.

"Dad!"

"What? It's just gas, for Christ's sake."

"Just?"

"Enough stalling, Grier. What the f.u.c.k is so d.a.m.ned important that you cut your trip short?"

Grier tried to get the words out but froze.

"Spit it out, son. Nothing can be that bad."

"Do you remember when you asked me if I'd ever had s.e.x with a girl?"

Santino's eyebrows practically crossed in the middle of his forehead. "What about it?"

"I slept with a woman one time and fathered a child."

"I'll be a son of a b.i.t.c.h!" Santino guffawed with pride and punched Grier playfully on his shoulder. Still smiling, he said, "Who's the girl, and where's the kid?"

"Luca."

"No!" Santino pulled back abruptly. "That's impossible."

"Dad," Grier reached for his arm. "Please calm down."

"All this time it was you?"

Grier nodded and haltingly explained. When he finished, the older man was shocked beyond words. "Dad, say something."

"So you're not gay?"

"Of course I'm gay. What happened with Jillian was a one-time thing."

"How could you get it up if you don't like p.u.s.s.y?"

"Jesus, Dad. Do you mind?"

"I'm just saying, Grier. I don't understand."

"It was a fluke. I was drunk and h.o.r.n.y. She offered."

"And poor little Luca is the product of your experiment?"

"Please don't call him that. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I don't ever want to hear you call him names."

"Lighten up, Grier. I've always loved that kid, and knowing he's my grandson makes me care for him even more."

"I'm glad."

"Why didn't Jillian admit you were the father?"

"She couldn't face t.i.ta t.i.ta Nita and Nita and t.i.to t.i.to Enteng. You know how she is, Dad. Jillian has always been an overachiever and refused to admit she'd been wrong about me. When she finally acknowledged my orientation and admitted that sleeping with me wouldn't change anything, she lost it. I offered to marry her, but she turned me down." Enteng. You know how she is, Dad. Jillian has always been an overachiever and refused to admit she'd been wrong about me. When she finally acknowledged my orientation and admitted that sleeping with me wouldn't change anything, she lost it. I offered to marry her, but she turned me down."

"I find it hard to believe she never told Nita or Enteng the truth."

"n.o.body knows except for you and Lil."

"Why reveal this on the eve of her wedding?"

"Are they really in love, Dad? It seems so sudden, and besides, she's talking about having Ali adopt Luca. I won't stand for it. I want Luca to know I'm his real father."

"Your newsflash may destroy their chance at happiness. Can't you let things remain the same? "

"No. I want to be acknowledged as his father. I've been asking Jillian for a long time, but she's refused, and once she and Ali are married, it may be too late."

"Can you prove he's yours?"

"Not without DNA testing. This is why I'm hoping you know a good lawyer, Dad."

"Maybe you won't need one," Santino observed. "Let's go home, son. I have to show you something."

"What?"

"An envelope."

"Why?"

"Mom added a codicil to her will about a month before she died that neither the lawyers nor I could understand."