"It's all yours," Paul rasped. He pulled away to retrieve a condom and quickly sheathed himself. With more lube slathered on his straining erection, Paul finally, finally pushed into Ace.Ace struggled to keep from crying out and sharing his bone-filling pleasure with the world -- or, at least, with the receptionist just outside the door.Soon, though, all thoughts of being discovered melted from his mind, replaced with the overwhelming, blinding relief of having Paul inside him.Their lovemaking turned frenzied and hungry, like they hadn't eaten for days, like this was a dream and they were racing the dawn."Not gonna last," Paul groaned. "So tight ... so fucking good ...""Do it," Ace grunted. "Fill me up." He reached down to his own painful erection, determined to join Paul in this release."Awww, fuck!" Paul moaned, entirely too loud. "Love you so much!"Ace tripped over into ecstasy at that moment, in the most ferocious orgasm he'd ever known.He was so out of it that he didn't r
Ace's fears started to morph into anger -- anger at always having to be the patient one, anger at being fooled by yet another closeted guy. Most of all, anger at letting himself fall in love with Paul, who was so quick to run out on him without letting him explain.By the time Paul had closed his office door, Ace was ready to explode."Mr. Gillen, please take off your shirt," Paul said disinterestedly.Fine. He wants to play pretend? Let's play.Ace whipped his T-shirt over his head. "So, your secretary's name is Nicole, huh?" he said tightly. "She's cute. Nice set of tits she was pushing out there. Said some interesting things about you when she was on the phone."Paul, who had been avoiding eye contact and scribbling something on a clipboard, paused briefly and looked up, but not at Ace. "Oh?""Not very professional of both of you, Dr. Z."This time Paul did look at him. "Excuse me?""Well, if you're going to fuck your secretary, you both should have the decency to be a little more
This is such a bad romantic comedy move.Ace sat in his truck in a nondescript little strip mall, waiting for a reasonable time to arrive for his fake appointment with a real chiropractor. He had been in the parking lot for nearly an hour, having grown too antsy to stay home any longer.The weekend had been agonizing, three days of limbo knowing that Paul was just a couple miles away -- close enough to potentially see and touch, but so far away in every other respect.Now Ace was even closer to his goal, and he still had no idea what he was going to say once he saw Paul again. That was assuming, of course, that Paul would listen to him.He braced himself for the possibility that Paul might not, in fact, want anything to do with him anymore. And even though Ace knew it was all based on a stupid misunderstanding, if Paul wasn't willing to listen to him when he was standing right in front of him, he was probably going to give up. Masochism was never his thing. But pride certainly was.Co
"More stout, boys? Yes, that's just what's needed here," he said, sweeping away the empty glasses. "And I think I'll be sending out some of the shepherd's pie. The lamb's quite the stuff today."Steven nodded. "Thanks, John. You really are the best.""Not at all, lad, not at all. And just so you know, laddie," he said to Paul, "one of our waiters is your way. He's going to be so chuffed when I tell him!" He pounded Paul heartily on the back and left for the kitchen.Holly sighed happily. "Love John."Steven leaned over to Holly. "Chuffed is a good thing, right?"Paul hung his head, unable to process any more today. This much turmoil in his life in the past seven days was starting to get to him."Cheer up, bro," Steven said. "Dad just needs a little time. You know how the McDonnell men are. Some of us are just slow."Slow to change, that was their dad's motto. Paul knew Steven was right. Patience and time were the only way out of this. He learned that -- painfully -- with Steven."Your
Both parents looked at him expectantly, and the silence threatened to swallow up all of Paul's practiced words. He fought to get the next words out."The thing is," he said, "there isn't going to be a nice girl for me. Ever." He let that sink in.Helen was still confused, but Paul could see understanding dawn in his father's face."You mean you broke up with somebody?" Helen guessed."Not exactly, no."Holly squeezed his leg under the table and gave him a bolstering smile.Paul tried again. "The thing is --""You're queer," Jack said flatly. The air left Paul in one big breath and he looked at his dad warily. The face he found was filled with comprehension, yes, but also incredulity and thinly masked disappointment.Helen smacked her husband's arm. "Jack! How can you say that about your son! That's not what he means! Paul, tell him that's not what you meant."Paul swallowed heavily. "It is what I meant. I'm gay, mom."This time Helen had no alternate explanation. Only silence.At that
He could probably get away with not telling them.Paul was a few blocks away from the Gaf, where he was meeting his parents and Steven and Holly for lunch. For the entire drive from Lawrence, he'd been debating with himself -- well, arguing, really -- whether to tell Helen and Jack McDonnell his big secret.His bruised, cowardly angel said: They've lived their whole lives just fine without this little bomb being dropped on them. And it's not like they live in town or that you see them very much.His also bruised, angel-knows-best side said: You're lying to them. There is no excuse for that. The lie compounds the pain.Coward: It will probably hurt them worse to know the truth about you. Their son is a fag! Think they're going to be proud of that? You can spare them that pain.Better angel: Tell them. Mom's going to keep pushing for you to get a wife and give her grandchildren. Stop lying to your mother.Coward: Do you really want your dad to look at you that way? Like he's tasted some