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Chapter Five – Craving

“I’m afraid it’s a bit cramped. I’ve never really thought about remodeling,” Sid explained, as Tom held him close and kissed him slowly under the water spraying their bodies.

“I don’t mind it.” It was such a wonder to touch someone else so freely. Tom enjoyed every bit. He liked Sid’s natural smell, too, faint already. 

As they stood face to face, their cocks touched, and it made him remember what had happened just earlier. He should have known that he wouldn’t be able to resist temptation. But, strangely enough, he had no regrets.

“Not that I don’t enjoy the attention, but I think we should take this to bed.” Sid shivered slightly under Tom’s fingers. “Will you sleep with me now?”

“Is your bed big enough for both?”

“Yes. I’ve never changed it.”

Tom understood what wasn’t said. Those were the shadows between them. “Maybe it’s better if we sleep in different rooms.”

Sid just nodded. The magic veil had been torn with a few words. “But, you could still spend the evening with me.”

Tom climbed out of the shower. “What towel can I use?”

“Ah, avoidance,” Sid commented. “So, we’re not going to talk about it?”

“It?”

“Them.”

“No.”

Tom almost made a run for the door, the first towel he got his hands on wrapped around his midsection. In the hallway, he stopped for a moment, but then he decided that the least he could do was to run all the way. He went directly to his room – Melinda’s, actually – and closed the door behind him.

***

He had slept through the night quite well, given the circumstances, but it was mostly due to his training that he could shut down his mind and get the needed rest than to other factors. At first, when he opened his eyes, he needed a few moments to understand why he was there. The girlish décor made him smile a smidge. Sid seemed like the kind of dad who would allow his kids to walk all over him. Tom had only one son, so he couldn’t imagine the challenges of having a daughter, but the size of that makeup table said something about how Melinda must have gotten her way.

Last night, he had run away like a criminal. Sid hadn’t come after him, and that was a relief, although Tom couldn’t stop feeling a bit annoyed with how he had been ignored. Maybe that was something Sid had gotten during his training as a dad. But no, Tom couldn’t imagine Sid ignoring April or his daughter. He seemed like the kind of guy who would always peck and peck at something until he had it all unraveled.

Or maybe he was wrong because he didn’t know Sid at all. Tom tiptoed out of the room, listening carefully for any sounds of activity in the house. It was six in the morning, so maybe Sid didn’t get up that early. It had been his understanding from their conversation at the bar the first time they had met that Sid worked for a private practice, so he didn’t have as strict hours as other nurses.

Tom also remembered that Sid had said something about being lucky to manage both his job and taking care of his children. That had been something he, personally, had failed to do, so he was envious of Sid for having it all figured out.

Tom didn’t figure out stuff. He either solved it or preferred to pretend that it didn’t exist. In his world, that was how things stayed. If Sid didn’t like it … well, he didn’t like it, and that was all there was to it.

He headed for the bathroom and manipulated all the appliances with maximum care while making as little noise as possible. Then, he headed for the kitchen, only to witness Sid fiddling with the coffee machine.

“Oh, you’re awake!” Sid exclaimed.

The fact that they had parted the night before without even saying goodnight seemed forgotten. Tom sighed. “I walked so carefully around so that I didn’t wake you up.” He took a seat at the table.

Sid waved. “I don’t sleep late. I have no reason to, and I’ve never been the type to sleep in, not even as a kid.”

“Now you’re showing off. Don’t tell me you never skipped school, either.”

“I did, once in a while. I even did detention.”

“I find it hard to believe.”

Sid chuckled. “The things I did for love.”

Tom froze. “Can I have some of that coffee?”

Sid turned and placed a full cup in front of him. “Catherine and I were high school sweethearts. We skipped together a few times and also did detention together. She was a bit of a wild thing.”

Tom didn’t want to hear. But running away again couldn’t be his modus operandi as he stayed there. Not that he had any obligation to do that. After all, Sid had courteously invited him over, but he could just as courteously thank him for everything and be on his merry way.

“And now you’re thinking how to run away again. Should I go lock the door?”

“Stop it, please,” Tom said quietly.

He didn’t look at Sid, so he was surprised when he was suddenly embraced. His head was pressed against Sid’s chest, and he inhaled the now familiar smell of cologne by accident.

“There.” Sid let him free.

Tom shook his head. “How can you make everything a joke?”

“That wasn’t a joke. It was a hug.”

Tom ran one hand over his face. The stupidest thing was that he felt like laughing. “I’m not the hugging type.”

“Oh, you’re not?” Sid asked suavely. “Wait till you sleep with me. I’ll be all over you.”

Tom could feel his cheeks getting red. He was too old to be embarrassed, but the mental image of Sid wrapping his long limbs around him made him instantly hot. 

“I need to go to work, so I’m afraid you will have to entertain yourself while I’m not here. Will you be all right?”

“I’ll find something to do.”

“For food, I think you’ll find everything you need in the fridge.”

“Don’t worry. But do you have to be so early at work?”

“I need to organize some files. I hate leaving my employer and my colleagues with too much on their hands when I go on leave.”

“Are you going on leave?”

“I’m planning to. Only that I won’t be going anywhere, I’ll stay here, with you.”

Tom could feel his jaw dropping. It had to be hard enough to rein in the temptation in the few hours Sid would have been around after work and before time. This complicated things.

“Don’t do it for my sake. I’ll find something to do.”

“You might feel tempted to run, and I can’t have that. Also, I will still need to go to work a few days, maybe all week, so that the others won’t suffer on account of my absence.”

“Are you always this considerate with others?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Then why aren’t you as considerate with me?”

Sid smiled at him, and Tom felt his heart skipping a beat. “Because you need fixing, and that means a little bit of tough love.”

“Tough.” Tom snorted. “When have you ever been that?”

“Just watch me,” Sid promised.

He patted Tom on the shoulder on his way out of the kitchen. Tom stopped him and pulled him hard toward him. Sid lost his balance and landed with a small laugh in his lap. “I must take back what I said about you being a seducer. You have the seduction techniques of a Neanderthal.”

Tom grunted instead of a reply and then kissed Sid. There was blessed silence for about one minute until Sid pulled away. “I still need to go to work.”

“Then go.” Tom held Sid tightly in his arms. 

“You want me to fight you.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Hmm. I’m not all muscles like you.”

“Good. I finally have the upper hand in something.”

“Dream on.” Sid grabbed him and kissed him until Tom could feel he was going out of breath. His hands caressed Sid’s back.

Sid stood up fast. “See? All free.”

Tom shook his head. Sid was incorrigible when he wanted to. “Then go.”

“Don’t leave while I’m gone. Promise?”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Call me if you get bored.”

“Bored?” Tom snorted. “Your property needs a lot of work.”

“My property?” Sid asked.

“That lawn is a disaster. The faucet in the bathroom is leaking. When did you last --”

“I see why the kids hate you.”

Tom stopped. Now, Sid might get the idea that having such an annoying guest was not that good a thing, after all. “Okay, I get it. If you don’t want me to touch anything, I won’t.”

“Are you kidding me? Knock yourself out.”

“Really? Won’t you get pissed?”

“Why would I do that?”

Tom smiled. “Okay. You give me free rein, right?”

Sid shrugged. “Just don’t touch April’s room. I swear he senses from a hundred miles if I ever displace something of his. He’s very attached to his things.”

“All right. Let that be the forbidden room, then.”

Sid caught his chin and kissed him loudly. “All right, honey. Off I go, then.”

“Off you go,” Tom replied. “Wait, I’m the stay at home wife?”

Sid laughed on his way out. “You’re whatever you want to be, Tom.”

Tom shook his head and tasted his coffee. He smacked his lips. Sid might not be a lawn expert, but he sure as hell knew how to make good coffee. And now, it was time for him to get to work.

***

He had to make a few trips for supplies since Sid’s idea of a repair kit was abysmal, to say the least, but once he had everything, he started working. Physical work had never scared him, but after doing most of the light repairs around the house, Tom stared at the sad lawn with a frown. That could be enough work for a landscape expert, but he didn’t want some stranger to do that. 

Armed with a shovel, he decided that it couldn’t get any worse. And he would have to think of rejuvenating the soil first, anyway.

“Are you a friend of Sid?” 

Tom looked up and saw an old lady resting on a cane and examining him with keen eyes. “Yes,” he replied.

The old lady nodded. “Good. He’s too alone since April left. Kids always leave and forget about you.”

Tom didn’t know exactly what to say, so he just nodded. Not always kids left; parents were to blame for doing that, too.

“Are you trying to do something about the lawn?”

Tom nodded again.

“Come with me. I’ll give you something to make the soil better,” the old lady gestured. “I keep telling Sid, but he never has time. Come, come, young man.”

Young man? Tom rested the shovel against the wall and followed the old lady. She clearly needed glasses.

***

“Oh, wow, I almost drove by,” Sid said when he got back home at five o’clock. “What happened to the lawn? Are you trying to bury a treasure here? And you thought I was reckless about hiding the spare key under a pot.”

Tom hushed him. “I moved it.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere random people won’t be able to find it.”

Sid laughed. “All right, I may start to regret a little leaving you in charge. What’s with the excavation?”

“I’ll have some new soil delivered tomorrow. And also, I have Mrs. Gibson’s magic formula for making grass grow.”

“It’s not exactly a good time of the year for planting anything, right? Not that I know anything about it. Wait, did you fall for Mrs. Gibson’s charms?”

“Charms? The lady must be one hundred!”

“And she makes the best lemon cake in the neighborhood. You’ve tried it, right?”

Tom admitted silently. Maybe he had had one too many slices. Sid slapped one hand against Tom’s belly in passing. “Then a light dinner it is.”

“Light, right.” Tom snorted, but he sucked in his belly. “I’ve already cooked. Some people also need meat.”

Sid remained silent for a moment. Tom wondered if he didn’t make some wrong move. After all, it was Sid’s house and his kitchen. Sid turned toward him, and he seemed to have stars in his eyes. “Excellent! Do you have any idea when was the last time someone cooked for me?”

Tom had an idea, but he didn’t comment on it. “Come. I’m starving, so be quick with the shower.”

“All right, captain.”

“I’m a major,” Tom corrected him playfully.

They walked into the house together. Only after the door closed behind them, Tom dared to do something he had been thinking of all day. He took Sid in his arms and kissed him deeply. His kiss was welcomed, and Sid wrapped his arms around him for a while.

“You know, that does smell fantastic,” Sid said, as soon as their kiss was over. 

Tom surely hoped his talent as a cook would impress Sid. Hell, he hoped anything he did would impress his host because somehow, for some reason, it mattered.

***

Tom took his phone, looked at it, and then tucked it back into the back pocket of his jeans. Sid stared at him from across the table. Without really planning for it, they were both solving crosswords or at least pretending to. It looked like an activity Sid liked to indulge in, so Tom had just asked to be part of it.

“When are you going to call Jett?”

Instead of a reply, Tom offered a grimace. “I’m not going to call Jett.”

“Yes, you are going to call Jett.”

“You have no idea what that boy told me.”

“I do have an idea.”

“Of course. April spilled the beans, right? Let me just ask you. Your son isn’t much loved at school, right? He must be the number one snitch wherever he goes. He sure has the training.”

Sid laughed wholeheartedly. “That’s just something he does with me. And he wouldn’t have told me anything if he had thought it was someone’s secret. God knows I’ve never been able to make him talk when Melinda asked him to lie for her. Good thing I have my methods of keeping track of my children.”

“Then you know,” Tom said curtly.

“He couldn’t have meant all of that,” Sid insisted. He pushed the crosswords aside and stared at Tom. “He’s just a hothead, just like you. I bet he misses you right now.”

“Ha! Jett isn’t like that. He must be so happy that I’m finally out of his hair.”

“What about you? Are you happy being out of his hair?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Oh, it is all about you. Somehow, you don’t manage to tell your son the most important thing.”

“Oh, really? I told him everything. That he should be responsible, take care of that kid, forget about stupid --”

“Stupid what? Were you going to call my son stupid?” Sid challenged him with his eyes.

Tom pursed his lips. “No, nothing like that. I was talking about Jett’s infatuation with him. April’s not stupid,” he added quickly. He had a feeling that he would get on Sid’s bad side pretty fast by mistakenly saying something bad about his son.

“Good. Because he’s really bright. He’s my pride and joy. Not that Melinda is not that, too. But he’s a tiny smidge above her in my preferences. Just don’t let her know. Ever.”

Tom sighed. “I don’t believe you’re in danger of me saying anything to your daughter. There’s no chance of meeting her, so --”

“Hmm.”

“Why are you always interrupting what I’m saying? It’s a surefire way to jump to conclusions. You do that all the time.”

“Hmm.”

“Stop ‘hmm’-ing at me.”

Sid’s lips curled into a smile. “Hmm.”

“I can take you in a fight. I have at least twenty pounds over you.”

“Make that thirty.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No. But you’re a big guy.”

“Exactly. So why do you pick a bone with me all the time?”

“I like many things about you, Tom, but there’s one thing I don’t.”

“Only one? Okay, what is it?”

“That tough shell you’ve built around you. You might think that you’re safe there, but you’re just lonely.”

That gave Tom pause. He grunted and looked away. Lonely. Had he really felt it? Loneliness? When Sid put it like that, yes, he must have felt it, for so long, that it was his best pal or something.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“All right.”

“Ah, so you’re not going to fight, after all.”

“Don’t worry; I have my strategy.”

“Care to share it?”

“No. It wouldn’t be effective then.”

Sid made a move to pick up the crosswords again, but Tom grabbed the booklet and held it over his head.

“Ha-ha. Very funny,” Sid said dryly. “Do you want me to fight you for it?”

“If you want it, you should come for it.”

Sid stood up quickly, but Tom was ready for that move. He stood up, too, and ran out of the kitchen, with Sid after him.

They fell on the hallways, Sid on top, taking him completely by surprise. 

“Did you just jump on my back? How badly do you like crosswords?”

“Not as much as to tease you.”

Tom turned, making Sid roll on one side. “What is it with us and landing in a horizontal position?”

“Do you really have to ask? I think you have the answer.”

Tom turned and stared at Sid. “Why …” He didn’t know exactly what to say.

“Why what? Why are you here?”

“Really? You invited me.”

“Sure. But it’s the question that you keep asking yourself.”

“Oh, right. You’re a mind reader. I keep on forgetting.”

Sid was beside him, and Tom could feel his body heat, or maybe he just imagined things. Whenever he was this close to Sid, he couldn’t stop what he felt; it was a pull, a sort of longing that soon turned into craving. He couldn’t recall feeling like that toward another person. It was easy to shut down all the memories.

Only that, with Sid, it was impossible. If there was a dam keeping his heart at bay, Sid had all the drilling equipment on his side, starting with that blue gaze that searched deep inside his soul whenever he looked at him like that.

“Tom,” Sid whispered, “thank you for the meal.”

Tom blinked a few times. “We ate a couple of hours ago.”

“Yes. I just thought I should say it before I forget.”

“Why would you forget?”

“Because of all the other things I must thank you for.”

What other things? Tom wanted to ask, but Sid moved quickly and pressed their lips together. It wasn’t fair that only that was needed for him to come undone. He wrapped his arms around Sid, pulling him on top. 

Had kisses always been sweet like this? There was something in how their lips touched that made Tom feel like melting on the inside. Water came through, or maybe the dam wasn’t there at all anymore.

Sid pulled back. “The bed. And I’m serious. You can’t stop me. I will --”

Tom put one hand over Sid’s mouth. “I’m coming with you. Don’t fret so much.”

The blue eyes crinkled with amusement. Tom removed his hand.

“With you, I can’t tell. I need to make sure you want it.”

“I want it. I do. With you of all people.”

“You make it sound like it’s something you’re not happy with.”

“It’s not a matter of being happy or unhappy. I don’t know what it is. But it feels like it’s right. Is it?”

“Yes. I’m sure of it. Don’t think of anything else. Just come.” Sid pushed himself up and then offered Tom one hand. 

The crossword booklet remained on the floor.

***

Sid straddled him and seemed curious with tracing invisible lines on his chest. Tom watched him with unhidden curiosity. “What are you doing?”

“Do you like men’s bodies? As a general rule?”

“My hard cock against your backside right now is not enough proof?”

Sid snorted. “Yes, I can feel it.”

“I thought you were ready to do it.”

“I am. But I need to talk a little about it.”

Tom threw Sid a cursory look. His toes curled against the coverlet. Some people were just cruel. He liked Sid’s body, so lean and tight everywhere. In the past, he had never thought about having a type, but now it looked like he had found one, at least. 

Sid was even more attractive without clothes on. Some might have been fooled by his joyous attitude all the time and didn’t believe that there could be a fox hidden under those clothes. His waist was lean, but his shoulders were strong, and Tom liked his arms, so sinewy and firm in how they moved. 

He didn’t dare to look down. Staring at Sid’s cock would only add to the torture. “So,” he tried to sound casual, “what do you want to know?”

“Why do you like me? Is it because I’m a guy, and you like guys?”

“Are you, what, insecure?”

“No. Just curious.”

“Funny, you just sounded insecure.”

“From this position, I can reach your balls.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, what was the question again? Oh, yes. I like you because of you.”

“So disappointing,” Sid moaned, but Tom could tell he was just playing. “Do better.”

It was a bit difficult to focus while Sid raked his fingers through his chest hair. “Okay. For starters, you’re sexy.”

A snicker was the immediate answer. So like Sid.

“Okay, you’re not sexy. You’re a pain in the butt. You piss me off so much that I feel that I need to set you straight, and the only way to do that is by fucking you.”

“You’re setting me straight by fucking me?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “Just a way of saying. I do like guys. I mean sexually. I think the real question is why you like me. You’ve never fooled around with another man, right?”

“Right. Hence the conundrum. Did you give me the gay or something?”

“Give you the what?”

“Sorry, just a stupid meme that crossed my mind. Or it may be just a joke on the Internet. I can’t really tell the difference. Maybe I should call April --”

Tom just had enough of it. He maneuvered his tormentor swiftly and ended up on top. “Shut up, Sid. You’re not calling your kid. Right now, you’re not April’s dad. You’re the guy I’m going to fuck, okay?”

To his surprise, Sid just nodded thoughtfully. And then, he kissed Tom, and that bone-melting sensation came again in full force. That was more like it.

It took some moving around to find the right position, but in the end, Tom was sure he preferred it like that, facing Sid while fucking him. It made everything feel intimate, complete. And he could also watch Sid’s face and gauge his reaction. Maybe there was a smidge of insecurity there, and Tom wanted to make his lover get rid of it. There was no point in feeling that; Tom really liked Sid, and that was a simple fact.

“You’re a great lover,” Sid praised him breathlessly, as Tom moved steadily, making sure not to thrust too hard or too fast.

Tom just kissed him again. He found it hard to admit that simple words like that made his heart soar, and his chest tightened. It was a form of validation he didn’t even know he needed. But now, that he was getting it, he needed it all the more.

Sid kept him close, and they moved like one being. It felt so good; it wasn’t just the sex, it was the completeness of whatever it was that he was feeling. Sid’s soft murmurs and encouragements were making him just as hot as the tight channel of muscles squeezing his cock. He knew he couldn’t last forever. The craving, at least now, was subdued, and with each move, each time he went deeper, he was closer.

Sid coaxed him gently into it. Tom kept steady and allowed himself the pleasure of coming inside that lean body he wanted to hold close like he couldn’t recall wanting something. 

One minute later, he was on his back, and Sid was all over him. He didn’t mind the slightly clumsy manner in which he was manipulated to open up, as well. It looked like Sid preferred the face to face position just as fine.

It was new to him, and a bit embarrassing, to accept being penetrated like that. It wasn’t the burn or the slight pain, but the idea that another guy could dominate him. It was all right only because it was Sid and no one else. No matter what Sid said, Tom knew one simple fact, which was that Sid didn’t judge him.

His breath hitched as Sid focused on giving it to him. It felt so good now that Tom could feel his cock twitching again. But now, it had to be about Sid and his need, so he tried to push down the growing arousal.

“Am I hurting you, or you have a toothache?”

Tom opened his eyes and stared at Sid. “No, I just want this to be about you. My cock has a mind of his own.”

Sid stared down between them. “How about you rub it while I fuck you?”

“No. It’s about you. I just came.”

“Do it. I want you to do it.”

Tom felt slightly uncomfortable to do that. Not that they hadn’t gotten so far already, but simply because he felt exposed. Tentatively, he took his cock and began pumping it. It wasn’t hard to get it to full mast; after all, Sid’s hammering was doing wonders for it. That kind of arousal was unique.

“Look at me. Don’t be ashamed,” Sid said softly.

He definitely was a mind reader! Tom grunted, but he opened his eyes. What he saw made him understand; Sid got him. He got him in more ways than one, and that was strange and beautiful at the same time.

“With me. Do you think you can?”

Their heavy breathing mingled. Their rhythms matched. And then it happened, and Tom cursed and praised at the same time.

Sid laughed a little as he pulled out. “I guess this is how you make sure you’re going to sleep until the next morning without even moving from one side to another.”

Tom laughed, too. Sid saw the positive in everything. How marvelous was that?

“So, where do we go from here?”

Sid’s question floated in the room. And it was a very good one.

TBC

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