Labor of Love

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Labor of Love
(c) 2008 by Maura Anderson

Noah was more than ready to be home and sleep in his own bed but even more, he was ready to be in his own bed with Jim. His handsome blacksmith lover spent nearly all his non-work time at Noah’s house now, instead of his own. A now-familiar warmth spread through his chest. Damn, he was so in love. So much so that he’d given Jim a key to his house and free reign of it.

He shook his head, still amazed at how easy it had been to open up to Jim and trust him. He still hated to have others violate his privacy but Jim was a part of him now. For probably the hundredth time since he’d left on this trip ten days ago, he tried to figure out how he would ask Jim to move in with him. There wasn’t much “moving” left to do, really, but the formality of it seemed important.

An ache in his throat made him swallow convulsively. What if Jim said “no”? What if his feelings were one-sided? Jim had never seemed to take him or their relationship lightly but what if…?

The snap of his ears popping pulled Noah back from the spiral of doubt and fear to see the ground nearing out the small airline window. Finally. Sitting on the runway in Atlanta had only made him more anxious to be done. The trip was a success and he’d gotten the contract he’d set out to get but that goal seemed far away now. He really wanted Jim.

The process of landing and getting to the arrival gate at SeaTac took forever. As soon as the seatbelt sign went out, Naoh yanked his briefcase from the carry-on bin and stood, waiting not at all patiently, for the doors to open and the few people ahead of his business class seat to exit the airplane. Another twenty minutes of pacing while waiting for the luggage to appear on the carousel and he finally was able to make his way out of the busy airport and to the long-term parking to retrieve his car.

Only once he was on the freeway, his nervousness returned. Jim had dropped hints about a special present he had for Noah during their nightly phone calls but he refused to elaborate, instead he just laughed and reassied Noah that it was a good surprise and he’d been planning it for a month.

After an hour of driving, Noah pulled into his driveway and excitement ran through him when he saw Jim’s car in the driveway and the lights on. No sooner had he popped his trunk to retrieve his suitcase than the front door opened and Jim stepped out onto the porch. The sight of his lover’s muscular body made his cock instantly hard. Ten days was way too long for only some phone sex and his hand, dammit. He needed to be fucked. Now.

A few quick steps and he was up on the porch, suitcase and briefcase abandoned on the porch bench and arms thrown around Jim’s neck. Massive, strong arms gathered him close to the bigger man and a sexy, rough chuckle sent shivers down his spine. “Welcome home, Noah. I missed you.”

Jim’s warm lips devoured his, first softly and gently then rougher and more hungry. His tongue traced the edge of Noah’s lips, the tender flicks setting fire to every nerve ending. A shudder ran through Noah’s body and his lips parted to invite Jim in.

Instead Jim pulled away with a heavy groan. He threw his head back for a moment and Noah couldn’t resist the pulse thundering in the other man’s neck, nipping and licking the hot skin. “Wait. First you have to see your present.”

“The only present I want is your cock in my ass. That would be a perfect present.”

Jim groaned again and pushed Noah to one side, then picked up his suitcase and briefcase. “Soon. Just cooperate for once and you can have my cock too. But I’ve been working on this for a long time so I really want to give it to you.” He spun and walked back into the house, barely dodging Noah’s grab at his ass.

Once inside, the luggage set by the base of the staircase, Jim turned back to the smaller man and rubbed his hands together. If anything, he looked a little nervous. “Okay, time for the present. It’s in the bedroom so I want you to close your eyes at the top of the stairs and let me lead you there. Okay?”

Noah nodded and walked up to the top of the stairs. His hard on made it a bit tricky, though. Eyes closed, he followed obediently when Jim took his hand and led him down the hall to the big master bedroom. The snick of the door opening was all he heard, then Jim came to a halt a few steps further. A small quiver of fear clenched his gut, just a twitch of doubt. What was Jim up to?

“Okay, you can open your eyes.” The other man’s voice sounded strange, strained and almost unsure. Jim was never unsure.

Noah’s eyes opened slowly and he couldn’t help but see the present - a huge wrought iron bed with an intricate headboard of twists, spirals and thic pillars at the two corners. The footboard was shorter but no less intricate and both pieces had the uniquely sensuous but still very masculine feel he’d learned to equate with Jim’s best work. In awe, he couldn’t look away.

“I’m going to assume that since your mouth is gaping open, you like it?” A touch of humor was back in his lover’s voice.

“Oh my god, Jim. This is amazing. How many hours did you spend on this?” As if released from a trance, Noah stepped toward the bed and ran his fingers over the sleek, satiny wrought iron. “I don’t just like it, I love it.”

Hard arms wrapped around him from behind. “I’m glad.” Lips brushed the nape of his neck and his cock hardened even more. “It was a true labor of love.”

Noah bent his head to one side, coaxing the nibbling lips and teeth toward his sensitive ears and neck. “But if it’s here, you need to be in it with me.” Fear made his voice quiver just a little. “Would you move in with me, Jim?”

Teeth stopped in mid-nibble and a flash of terror made him feel sick. Did he misjudge the situation after all? He’d just opened his mouth to say something, anything, to get rid of the strain. Instead Jim’s arms loosened and he was spun around so quickly he was momentarily dizzy. Jim cupped his calloused hands around Noah’s cheeks and looked straight into the smaller man’s eyes.

“Thank you. I’ll move in this weekend but we need to inaugurate the bed now. It would be a shame to waste it and I need to be inside you. Now.”

Written by Maura Anderson

Maura began writing on a whim and writing male/male romance on a dare. She enjoyed the results so much that her muse can't seem to turn off the ideas and she continues to write stories about acceptance, being true to one's self and love.
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