Coming to Terms

By Alex Berry

Two o’clock approached and Jerome sat legs crossed, on the sable colored microfiber sofa. His heart splintered watching Joe prepare to leave him behind ~ again.

They’d talked over and over again about the uncomfortable subject of Lenore, and her influence. Jerome wondered if the loud beat of his heart echoed in the room, it sounded so loud in his ears. Shaking off the ridiculous thought, he silently prayed that something; anything, would intervene to change the course of the demise of their relationship.

His eyes burned, yet he refused to break over this blunder. It passed the oops stage. Only an insensitive ass would miss the signs staring him in the face. He’d warned Joe, told him to watch out, and all those words had fallen by the wayside. Feeling he’d been pushed to the side one time too many, he allowed his heart to break, so it could heal.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” Joe said picking up the large brightly wrapped gift Jerome had bought for the twin’s birthday. “You want me to bring you anything?”

Jerome shook his head realizing Joe thought this breach was okay. His gaze drank in the handsome dark haired man that held his heart. Dressed in jeans and an urban print shirt, he could be a fashion model. Chin length wavy hair, angular face with sharp cheekbones, brown eyes with ridiculously long lashes, Joe received second looks whenever he walked into a room.

Even so, Jerome knew if his lover left to go the birthday party without him, everything they’d shared the last ten years was over. Could the man be so blind, or so sure of him that he took his love for granted?

“No, I’m good.” And he was. Good at hiding his pain; good at placing the needs of his lover over his own; and good at wearing a smile while he cried inside. Today, this chapter of his life would end.

Joe nodded, blew him a kiss and sprinted out the door, gifts under his arm. Jerome sat frozen, staring at the white paint on the door.

“I’ll be damned.” He smoothed his hands over his hair and looked around, stunned. Thoughts of what he could’ve said battled for supremacy in his mind.

In the end, he realized none of it would’ve have mattered. His lover had a family and lately, it didn’t include him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sitting Bull Publishing
• Release date: Apr 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452498102

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Coming to Terms

Alex Berry

Coming to Terms

Copyright © March 2011 by Alex Berry

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Thanks for reading the second book by Alex Berry. There are two other books in this Ron and Travis short series*.

I Feel You*

Coming to Terms*

I’ve Got You*

Man of Honor

At His Beck and Call

Coming to Terms

Jerome rolled over, turning away from the sunlight as it streamed through the mini-blinds. He groaned, covered his head with the cotton sheet and nudged Joe. A strong arm pulled Jerome back into a cocoon of warmth. Erect and ready to start his morning, he rubbed his backside against his lover’s woody. Jerome loved this time of day, he could pretend it was just the two of them, and nothing threatened their relationship.

You need to get up, Jerome teased. The birthday party was much later on, but he wanted to make sure Joe knew they didn’t have a lot of private time to spend locked in each other’s arms. Their weekends were split between family obligations and well, more family requests. Not his, Jerome thought uncharitably. His lover’s relatives constantly pulled and ate up their free time. Unfortunately, Joe’s parents were uncomfortable seeing their only son with a man, especially a black man. Consequently, Jerome spent a lot of his free time with friends instead of his lover.

Do I Really? Joe kissed his neck and tweaked his nipples. I thought the girls’ birthday bash was at two o’clock. That gives me plenty of time to take care of you. He bit down on Jerome’s ear. And let you take care of me.

Jerome moaned as Joe stroked his erection, pulling him over so he lay on his back. Small bites to his pointed nipples sent tingles through his compact frame. His hands threaded through Joe’s hair holding his Latino lover’s face exactly where he wanted him. S’good.

You like that? Hmmm? Joe kissed his chest.

Speechless, he could only nod.

I know what else you like. Joe stroked, pulled his cock, squeezing hard. Jerome moaned under the delicious pressure.

Oh yeah? Give it to me then. Jerome’s legs widened further, knowing what was coming next.

Joe bypassed his cock, cupped his sacs, took one in his mouth, rolled it gently around, sucking, and tasting while stroking his lover’s shaft with his hand. Jerome’s legs twitched, his muscles bunched, heavy panting and slurping sounds made their morning music.

A quick scrape of teeth over the sensitive flesh had him arching into Joe’s face. A calloused palm splayed across his abdomen, pushing downward as lips captured the crown of his cock. Waiting impatiently for the crème de la crème, Jerome’s eyes flew open in surprise as a thick finger penetrated his ass.

Pre-cum leaked from his sensitive head as Joe’s face lay on the thatch of coarse hair between his legs, teasing him. Jerome’s rod lifted and tapped his lovers face as his fingers tunnel furiously in his hole. His body hums in preparation.

Moments later, Joe’s warm tongue captured his lover’s erection. Jerome fisted Joe’s hair, catching the rhythm, grinding into his face, guiding him up and down his cock. Close… so close. Arching off the bed, Jerome succumbed to pleasure spiraling through him and shot his seed. Joe took everything, licking him clean as his body shook under the powerful release.

He gazed into the loving eyes of his partner of ten years. The man knew how to work his body and constantly surprised him.

I love you, Jerome whispered, his heart full. No matter what, this man held his heart.

Te amo, Roma, Joe whispered leaning forward, kissing him gently. His fingers continued stretching his lover’s rear opening, tapping his prostrate. Jerome trembled in response as firm lips kissed a trail down his chest. Goosebumps rose in their wake. His fingers touched the soft waves of Joe’s hair as it feathered across his legs. Tingles of pleasure shook his frame. He moaned as his hips and thighs undulated while Joe rimmed him.

Babe, that’s soooo good. Every time Joe loved on him there, he fell apart under the fiery sensations. His whole body vibrated. Blood surged to his rod. Hard as a plank, his hips rose off the bed. Please, please.

Joe smiled naughtily, a jolt to his heart. The man was gorgeous. Long dark lashes lowered half-mast over milk chocolate brown eyes. Jerome looked downward and took a moment to admire his lover’s long, thick, veined cock. It didn’t taper except for the crown area. Magnificent. He licked his lips, hungry to taste the drips of pre-cum exuding from his beautiful love baton.

But Joe had other plans. He stretched Jerome’s arms over his head, and placed a washcloth between his hands. Hold on, Joe grinned lecherously. And don’t drop your arms. A hard shudder wracked Jerome in anticipation.

He licked Jerome from his rim to the tip of his cock before lifting him slightly and placing his thick cock at the entrance; plunging forward, he set a brutal pace. The muscles on Joe’s stomach flexed and bunched with each thrust. Jerome’s mouth opened, he babbled incoherently, unable to catch a breath. The heady smell of sex filled his nostrils. The thrusts slammed machine gun fast. Joe pressed his palm on Jerome’s stomach underneath his erection. His cock slammed forward, balls slapping as he went deeper, harder, stroking his hot spot.

The sound of ripping cloth punctuated the air. Jerome arched and grabbed the sheets thrashing as he joined Joe in the erotic dance. Grunts, moans and the slapping of flesh, their morning soundtrack. Jerome felt it from his toes, boiling, rolling to the surface. His back arched as he came like lightning. Stars exploded across his eyes. His toes curled as he trembled under the force of his release. Joe shouted, beads of sweat dotting his brow, falling on his chest. His muscles bunched as he froze above Jerome, and then shook wildly as he shot off.

Moments later, he rolled over, holding Jerome tight. G’morning.

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Two o’clock approached and Jerome sat legs crossed, on the sable colored microfiber sofa. His heart splintered watching Joe prepare to leave him behind, again. They’d talked over and over again about the uncomfortable subject of Lenore, and her influence. Jerome wondered if the loud beat of his heart echoed in the room, it sounded like cymbals in his ears.

Shaking off the ridiculous