Page 59 of Missing in Action

He stretched out on the chaise longue, too tall of course with his feet hanging off the end. Padding his head on a plump matching cushion, he closed his eyes. Yeah, it was comfier than it looked. Holden knew what he was doing after all. Tyler wondered what Finn would make of it when he came over. Their new house was around half a mile from Finn and Brandon’s little love nest. Finn had seen photos and been astonished when they put an offer in for the property after selling the stamp. The old house by the lake remained for sale, empty once again and waiting for someone who didn’t mind that Dominic Bateman had met his last days there. The Inverted Jenny had sold for so much at auction that Holden decided against selling the two pence Newfoundland too and gifted it to Tyler. Holden had got the best blowjob of his life that night.

Tyler looked out once more at the immense garden. The house was too good to be true. With four bedrooms, plus a library, study, orangery and massive basement housing another three rooms, it was the stuff dreams were made of. Holden had already organized some work on the place before they’d moved in, work that he had been especially secretive about, saying it was a surprise. Tyler didn’t mind. Holden had a better eye for things and Tyler trusted his partner’s decisions.

The collaboration between Holden and Finn had been released the day before. It sold thousands on its first day as well as the thousands of pre-orders it had taken. Finn had reluctantly taken all the advance money once he found out Holden was now rich, and he would also take a hefty cut of the profits—more than Holden. The press were clamoring for interviews and while Holden refused, Finn had agreed to do just one, a meeting with a respected British journalist for the BBC, involving a substantial fee. He and Brandon were now set for life and Finn was three months into his art degree. While Brandon was still sheriff. Tyler wasn’t sure why the guy didn’t retire but he guessed unlike most people, Brandon enjoyed his job.

Tyler sighed and glanced down at the immense and expensive titanium beast strapped to his knee. What a beautiful machine it was. So it should have been for the price. His new doctor had arranged physical therapy sessions, pain management appointments and mirror therapy. He went to the city once a month for mindfulness sessions where he was taught to be present in the moment and let go all his thoughts about the past. Holden accompanied him to the group for his own demons and afterwards they always went out for a slap-up meal and booked into their arranged suite at The Four Seasons, rolling around on the bed till the small hours under the influence of an expensive bottle of wine. The staff knew them there now. They’d started giving Holden and Tyler the honeymoon suite when it was available and hinting very hard that they wanted them to actually book the place for their wedding. Not that it was in the cards and he wasn’t sure why the staff thought it was. They left rose petals on the bed and champagne on ice which had backfired the first time when Tyler had ended up with his head in the toilet bowl. Red wine and champagne did not mix. As well as the mindfulness, Holden attended a once-weekly addiction meeting in the next town over. There was a range of alcoholics, drug addicts and sex addicts in the group. Tyler imagined all the sex addicts getting together for a gangbang after the session and had let that idea torture him for way too long. The way he looked at it now was if infidelity was going to happen, then it would. He would deal with it when and if it came along. Holden had tried to reassure him until he was blue in the face. He told Tyler over and over again that he was on the road to recovery and that road would be travelled with Tyler, and Tyler alone.

Holden was working on his next book, back to crime fiction, with another law enforcement main character, who he’d made gay at Tyler’s suggestion. He smiled to himself as he remembered the story Holden had written for him. The conversation had come about in bed. Tyler had asked him to write a dirty sex scene between two men. Holden had taken the brief and come up with an older business man in a suit picking up a hot younger rent boy in a bar. The steam rising from the pages had nearly melted Tyler’s tablet. Holden had been out at the store when Tyler had read it—one-handed of course—coming way before the story had ended. He’d waited in the house by the lake for Holden to get back. As soon as he’d stepped foot into the kitchen, Tyler had pinned Holden flat to the table, wrenched his clothes down and dropped a blob of lube into his ass crack before thrusting inside.

The rickety table had almost given way beneath them as he’d rode Holden, his partner nearly screaming the place down as he came. They’d laughed and kissed and Tyler had suggested that Holden write a dirty story as often as he could and publish under a pseudonym. Holden had been amused, but with the writer’s block seemingly banished he came up with a series of erotic shorts that made Tyler’s toes curl. Tyler took over formatting and uploading them and paying a PA to promote them, and they were making a tidy sum that Holden insisted went into Tyler’s bank account. He guessed he was earning his keep by being in charge of publishing the stories, but Tyler still felt guilty that he was riding the coat tails of Holden’s fortune. Holden didn’t see it that way of course.

Tyler closed his eyes again. He tuned out the crashing and banging from other parts of the house as the movers manhandled the furniture, and let the stress of the day slide away, focusing on the movement of his ribs as he breathed in, held it, and let it out slowly. He felt the tension in his body slide away along with the muted pin-pricks to the sole of that fucking non-existent foot. He jumped when he felt two hands on his knees, sliding up his thighs.

“Hey,” a soft voice said. “Here you are.”

Tyler opened his eyes and smiled at the heavenly vision of Holden kneeling before him. He was dressed all in black, heavy wool sweater and black jeans, the silver glinting in his dark hair and his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks as the gloomy day started to slide towards an early sunset.

“You okay?” Holden reached up to stroke his cheek.

“Yeah, just taking five.”

“Good.”

“I’ll be back out in a moment.”

“No, you won’t. Stay here,” Holden said. “How do you like my chaise longue?”

“Ridiculous.”

“Oh, really? So you won’t want the benefits it comes with then?”

“What?” Tyler focused on Holden’s hand on his belt buckle, sliding it open before popping his button.

“It comes with a free blowjob every time you sit on it.”

Tyler’s dick went so hard so quickly he was sure there was no blood left to perfuse his brain. “Uh huh?” he mumbled.

“Yeah.” Holden made short work of his zipper and reached into Tyler’s underwear.

“Fuck,” Tyler said, glancing at the door in panic.

But Holden had closed it and the clatter of removals sounded like they were downstairs rather than close by. He grabbed Holden’s hair in an attempt to stop him as Holden opened wide and sank down his erection. That attempt lasted all of a second before he tightened his fingers and urged Holden down deeper, groaning as his partner sank all the way to his balls.

“Oh fuck, Holden.” Tyler arched off the chair, his toes curling. Holden had the wettest, hottest mouth Tyler had ever known. When he drew back to lap across his cockhead and torment his slit with the point of his tongue, Tyler whimpered, his legs shaking. “Take your dick out,” he said, as he had that day in his kitchen when Holden had been sucking him off.

Smiling, Holden released his cock from his jeans. Then he went back to long, slow sucks of Tyler’s dick while jerking off, emitting groans around Tyler’s flesh that nearly undid him. He watched Holden’s hand as he got closer to the end, fantasizing about christening the room later—his cock in Holden’s ass on that bed overlooking the magnificent garden. With the curtains open because there were no neighbors to see.

“Don’t you dare come,” he told Holden. “I have plans for you.”

Obediently, Holden took his hand away with his eyes wide with anticipation. Then his last suck took Tyler over the edge into oblivion and he filled Holden’s mouth.

He lay still for a moment, getting his breath back. Then he looked down at Holden still kneeling there with his cheeks flushed and his cock hard. Tyler swung his legs to the floor, planting his one good foot and one expensive fake foot on either side of Holden, before tugging him to his feet. With a groan, Holden stood and guided his dick into Tyler’s waiting mouth.

Tyler loved sucking him off. He grabbed Holden’s ass and let his partner thrust into his mouth, using him and grabbing hold of his hair. Holden looked down at him, mouth slack and panting, eyes dark with lust, so incredibly beautiful when he was turned on. “Fuck, Tyler,” Holden said. “Oh my God, I love you so much.” And with those words, he came down Tyler’s throat in a gush.

Tyler took it all with his heart soaring at hearing this from Holden for the first time. He lapped around Holden’s cockhead collecting every drop until Holden’s erection started to subside. Then he swung his legs back onto the chaise longue and lay back for another rest. Holden joined him there, clambering onto him and squeezing his body onto the seat, and Tyler discovered something else about the expensive piece of furniture. There was room for them both to squash on without fear of one of them falling off. He was impressed. Perhaps it would become his new favorite place to fuck. Although there were plenty of places in the house he planned to take Holden. Starting with that massive antique desk.

Holden buried his face against Tyler’s neck, kissing him while he fastened his pants back up. “Epic,” he muttered.

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