September 10, 2008

Date Night
by Mychael Black

October 12, 2026

Twenty years after Hearth & Home 3…

“Well, how do I look?” Chris Conner stood in the living room in his best jeans, a button-down blue silk shirt, and black boots. His long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with only a single strand escaping it no matter how much he tried to fix it.

Mama stood and came over, fussing with his collar. “You look…” She grinned up at him. “Amazing, honey.”

Chris smiled and glanced over her shoulder at his uncles. “Uncle Robbie? Uncle Seth?”

“Lookin’ good, kid,” Seth said. He reclined back on the couch, Robbie in his arms. He kissed Robbie’s hair, which held less gray than his.

“Got stuff?”

“Good Lord, Robbie,” Mama laughed.

“What? He’s going out on a date, he’s twenty, if he gets laid, he’d better have rubbers.”

Chris laughed and shook his head. “Y’all are horrible. Of course I have ‘em.” He patted his front right pocket just as the doorbell rang. “That would be Jeff.” He kissed Mama on the cheek. “I’ll be home…umm… I’ll call if it’s gonna be tomorrow.”

“Be careful,” Mama said.

“Always.” He smiled and tugged open the door. “Hey…”

Goddamn, Jeff looked good. So good that Chris had to keep from licking his lips in front of Mama and his uncles.

“Hey.” Jeff waved in the doorway, then turned his attention to Chris, that hazel stare burning Chris where he stood. “So, ready?”

“Oh, yeah.” The second the door closed with them both outside, Chris tugged Jeff close, kissing him hard. “Fuck, I missed you. How was the trip?”

“Mm…it was good. Next time, though, you’re going. Kinda hard to find an apartment in Atlanta without you, baby.”

Chris took another kiss, one hand sliding down to cup his boyfriend’s ass. “Deal. Now, dinner, movie, bed.”

Jeff groaned and shifted, rubbing them together. “How about bed, order in dinner, crash on my couch with DVDs? I need you, Chris.”

“Done.” Chris licked Jeff’s lips, then turned the man around and pushed him toward the Mustang parked behind Robbie’s truck. “You drive. My car’s in the shop.”

“Again?” Jeff unlocked the doors and got in as Chris did.

“Yeah. Robbie thinks it’s the alternator.”

“Ouch.”

Chris leaned over and licked Jeff’s neck. “But…that also means I’m spending the night unless you plan on bringing me home.”

“Hell no.” Jeff started the car and backed out. “You’ll be lucky if you’re walking tomorrow.”

“Good thing I work for my uncle then,” Chris chuckled. He slid his hand up Jeff’s thigh, loving the way the muscles flexed while Jeff drove. “God, I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Shut up or we’ll be fucking in the car,” Jeff muttered.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Jeff laughed. “Yeah, but do you have any idea how hard it is to ride a cock in a car?”

“Mm, no, but I’d love to find out.”

Jeff groaned, one hand coming down briefly to press Chris’ fingers against the outline of a hard cock. “Bed, Chris. Want to ride you.”

Chris squeezed, earning himself a hiss. “Drive faster then, before I blow you right here.”

“Jesus, Chris.”

Before Chris knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot of Jeff’s apartment building. Jeff was out of the car before Chris and grabbed Chris’ hand, tugging him up the steps to the second floor. Jeff finally got the front door opened and Chris took over, dragging the man inside. Then he shoved Jeff up against the door as it closed and kissed him hard, fighting with Jeff’s jeans.

“God. Need, baby,” Jeff murmured. “Fuck!” The back of his head hit the door when Chris gripped his cock, giving it a good squeeze.

“Don’t move.”

Without waiting, Chris sank to his knees. He got a rubber out of his jeans and within seconds, had it on Jeff. Then he was sucking the man down, starving for this. Jeff moaned and slid his fingers through Chris’ hair, catching the ponytail and freeing it. Brown hair spilled over Chris’ shoulders and Jeff pulled it back, using it as leverage as he started fucking Chris’ mouth.

“Oh, fuck yeah…”

Chris moaned, head bobbing, throat working as he sucked and swallowed. He gripped Jeff’s hips, breathed in deep through his nose, and went down to the base. Jeff shouted his name, entire body jerking as the hard cock flexed on Chris’ tongue. Then he pulled off slowly and stood, fumbling with getting the rubber off while Jeff scrambled his brain with a kiss.

“Love you, baby,” Chris whispered.

“God, yes. Love you, too.”

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