The rest of Jon's afternoon was basically routine, punctuated by minor problems he was able to rectify without difficulty. He hoped nothing major would come up toward the end of the day--he was dying to get home and see Luke.

The Inn - Chapter 8

Jon left work as soon as he reasonably could and risked a speeding ticket as he drove toward home. He was glad to see it had only rained briefly. When he swung into The Inn's parking lot he saw Luke waiting for him with a smile. He parked and walked toward him.

"Why are you standing out here?"

"Because I couldn't wait to see you. And I couldn't wait to do this..."

Luke quickly glanced around, then took Jon into his arms and kissed him firmly for several moments.

Luke broke the kiss and Jon said, "Come on, someone might see us."

"I don't care if anyone does see us. It's not illegal."

"Maybe not, but it could still get us in trouble. But I loved it."

"So did I. Let's get a quick drink."

"If you insist. But you don't have to ply me with liquor any more, you know."

Luke grinned. "I'm not. I just want to show you off."

They went in and sat at the bar. Kevin arrived with their drinks even before they were settled. They raised their drinks and clinked. "To us," Jon toasted.

"To us," Luke repeated.

They talked about how the day had gone for each of them. Luke was somewhat shook up because one of the men at his work site had had an accident. A load of asphalt was dumped near him and his legs were burned badly. Jon was visibly upset.

"Oh, Luke, if anything ever happened to you. I worry about you all the time. I worried even before. I check the weather forecasts to see what kind of crap you have to work in. I worry when it's icy or cold or snowy or windy. I'm always so afraid something will happen to you."

"Ease up, man. I've been doing this kind of work most my life. I know how to handle myself, and I've learned to be safe. I've had very good men teach me the ropes. I wouldn't have put myself in the situation that guy did today. He was new, and unfortunately no one was supervising him. He wasn't on my crew. If he had been, it wouldn't have happened. I don't fuck around when it comes to safety."

Jon sighed. "I know, but I still worry. I can't help it."

"It's nice to know you worry about me, but I don't want you to drive yourself nuts. And what about you? You work around all kinds of machines and chemicals and shit. That's dangerous, too."

"That's different."

"Yeah? How so?" asked Luke.

"Because all day I know I'm okay. But I don't know whether you are or not."

"Oh, Christ! Please don't tell me you're really that paranoid."

"Maybe I'm being melodramatic. I don't obsess about it. I guess I'm just a worry-wart. I do worry about how you're doing, though."

"Driving to and from work is probably more risky."

"You're probably right. Wanna go to my place? I owe you a few shirts."

"Let's roll."

Jon drove the short distance to his condo and as soon as they were in the elevator they embraced and kissed.

"God, I missed you last night," Jon said.

Luke leaned into him and Jon was momentarily caught off balance. He threw his hand against the elevator panel to steady himself. They heard a dial tone, then three touch-tones.

"Oh, shit!" Jon said. "I hit the emergency call!"

A male voice came through the speaker. "9-1-1. Is this an emergency?"

"Uh, no, we hit the button by accident. We're okay, sorry," said Luke.

"All right then, have a good evening," the voice replied.

Jon said, "I'm so fucking embarrassed."

"Why? They don't know who it was. All they know is it was someone in this elevator."

"I know, but still."

"Fagedabodit."

Jon unlocked his door and turned on the lights as they stepped inside. He was still a little unnerved by the elevator incident. He was impressed Luke handled it as coolly as he did. Jon's first thought was to run and hide. He could be intimidated by things like that. Luke sat on the couch.

Jon asked, "Want a beer?"

"Sure."

Jon got two cans of beer from the fridge and sat next to Luke, swinging his legs onto Luke's lap and lying against the arm of the couch. They sipped their beers.

Luke asked, "Do you really worry about me that much? I mean, it's kinda weird, but nice."

"I don't think it's weird. Yes, I do. Not constantly, but it's in the back of my mind."

"Thanks. I love you for that, among other things."

Jon smiled.

"Jon, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"This is kind of awkward, but..." He took a sip on his beer. "Have you ever had, I mean, do you get into anal sex?"

"Yeah, Michael and I did. Are you asking if I want to with you?"

"I've been thinking about it. But not unless you want to."

"Have you ever done it?"

"No," Luke replied. "But I want to try everything with you. I want to explore everything I've missed all my life. And I want to explore it with you."

"So do I."

"Okay, so, uh...were you the pitcher or the catcher?"

Jon grinned. "I was usually the catcher, but we switched sometimes. What about you?"

"Well, as I said, I haven't gone there, but mostly I think of myself as a pitcher."

"That works. Let's head to the mound."

"What about...do you think we need to play safe?"

"Michael and I got tested three times. We were both negative and I haven't had sex with anyone since."

"I used to get tested every six months. Not that I thought I needed to, it was just sort of a ritual with the guys I hung out with. I'm negative, and I haven't had unsafe sex with anyone since my last test."

"So what are we waiting for?"

Jon led Luke to the bedroom. They were both pulling off their shirts as they walked. Jon was just a little nervous. It had been a long time since he'd had anal sex and Luke was a lot bigger than Michael. Luke was nervous, too. He'd seen porn flicks, but this wasn't a slam-bam fuck--it was making love. He hoped he'd do it right, and he didn't want to hurt Jon.

They shed the rest of their clothes and fell onto the bed, arms wrapped around each other, Luke covering Jon with his body. They were kissing passionately. They could feel their dicks side by side, pressed against their stomachs. Both were leaking precum steadily and the slickness excited them even more.

Luke whispered, "How do you want to do this?"

"I want to be on my back, so I can see you."

Luke rose to his knees, kneeling between Jon's legs. Jon twisted around and reached into the headboard behind him, retrieving a new tube of KY.

"I was hoping this would come in handy one of these days."

Jon flipped open the cap and squeezed a generous amount of the gel onto his fingers. He pulled his feet up and proceeded to lube himself as Luke watched. Jon handed the tube to Luke, who put some gel on his hand and then stroked his cock a few times. He was amazed at how incredibly hard he was.

"You're going to have to use your fingers first," whispered Jon. "It's been a long time."

Luke nodded, a look of concentration on his face. He placed the tip of his index finger on Jon's anus and massaged it gently. Then he inserted it to the first knuckle. He looked at Jon.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

Luke pushed slowly and gently until the rest of his finger was in Jon. He waited a few moments, then withdrew. He repeated this several times, and then added a second finger. Luke slowly inserted and withdrew, twisting his hand at the same time, and eventually added a third finger.

"Fuck, Luke, I want you so bad."

"You ready, baby?"

Jon nodded. He raised his legs and rested his ankles on Luke's shoulders. Jon's heart was racing.

Luke repositioned himself slightly and held his cock, aiming it at its target. He leaned forward and rested the tip against Jon's hole, then looked into Jon's eyes. Jon was breathing through his mouth, a look of passion and lust in his eyes. Luke had never seen him appear like this. He pushed, and after an initial resistance the head of his cock penetrated Jon's ass. Jon winced and closed his eyes tightly, drawing an audible breath and holding it. His erection subsided.

Luke froze. "You okay, babe? Am I hurting you?"

Jon exhaled. "I'll be okay, just give me a minute."

Luke waited patiently. He was deathly afraid of hurting Jon--it was the last thing in the world he'd ever do. He was about to tell Jon they didn't have to do this.

"Luke, just take it slow in the beginning."

Luke nodded. He pressed forward again, watching his cock disappear into Jon. He looked for any signs of discomfort. The look of lust had returned, as had Jon's erection. Luke had half of his cock in Jon, then eased back until only the head was in him. He repeated the motion, each time sinking deeper. Finally he was buried to the hilt and he remained still. He was amazed at how incredible Jon felt. This was far better than sex with Molly had ever been. There was no comparison.

Jon looked into Luke's eyes. "Fuck me, you stud!"

Luke began slow, rhythmic thrusts. As they both began to relax he increased the tempo. Jon moaned encouragement to him. Luke experimented, varying the speed and depth of his penetration, trying to see what Jon liked best. He decided the fact that he was mixing it up was what worked. At some point Jon had removed his feet from Luke's shoulders and now had his legs wrapped around his waist, pulling himself to Luke.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck me hard!" Jon began stroking his own cock.

Instinct took over and Luke went into high gear. He was damp with perspiration. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to be inside Jon.

Finally, "I'm gonna cum," gasped Jon.

"Right there with you, babe."

Jon arched his back and began grunting. The first shot went over his left shoulder and onto the pillow. Six or seven succeeding ones landed on his chest and belly. Jon's ass ring was contracting around Luke's cock, and that sent Luke over the edge. He pumped his load deep into Jon. He had never experienced an orgasm even close to this intense. Jon could actually feel Luke's spunk filling him. Eventually their breathing began to slow as they both panted and their bodies started to relax. Luke wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He leaned forward and rested his weight on top of Jon, gluing their chests together with Jon's seed. His dick remained inside Jon, still semi-hard. Both had big grins on their faces.

"Did I do okay?" Luke asked quietly.

"Jesus, Luke, are you sure you weren't a porn star in a previous life?"

Luke smiled. "I'll take that as a yes. Just so long as you're happy."

Jon kissed Luke deeply. "I've never been happier. Ever."

Luke said, "Ya know, now I know why they call it 'making love.' Corny, huh?"

"No, it's beautiful. God, I can't believe how much I love you."

Luke rolled off Jon, his dick finally slipping free, and lay beside him.

"That's the worst part of sex. I wish you could stay inside me all night."

They basked in the afterglow for about five minutes. Luke turned his head and looked at Jon. He chuckled.

"What?" asked Jon.

"Look at your chest. The hair's all matted with your cum."

Jon looked at his chest and laughed. "Looks like we could use a shower, huh? Let's go."

After their shower they returned to the bedroom. Luke asked Jon for a change of clothes; he didn't want to put his work clothes back on. Jon tossed him boxers and a pair of jeans.

Jon said, "I should probably change these sheets. They're about due, anyway."

Jon got fresh linens from the closet shelf and Luke helped him make up the bed. As they walked to the living room Jon's cell phone rang. He glanced at the display.

"It's Cathy," he said to Luke as he flipped it open. "Hi Cath."

"Hi, Sweetie. Hey, I know it's a little late for dinner, but have you eaten yet?"

"No, uh, we haven't had time. Luke and I. He's here with me."

"Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything..."

"No, actually, your timing is perfect."

"Good. I didn't get a chance to make corned beef and cabbage last week, so I made it today. Why don't both of you come down?"

"Just a sec." He lowered the phone and looked at Luke. "Wanna go to Cathy's for corned beef?"

"Sure. My stomach's starting to growl."

"Yeah, Cath, we'll be down as soon as we finish dressing. About ten minutes."

"See you then. Bye."

"Bye."

They went back into the bedroom and Jon handed Luke a pair of socks and a shirt. They finished dressing and headed downstairs. When they got to Cathy's floor they could smell the aroma of her cooking. Her door was ajar, so Jon gave it a couple of quick raps and walked in. Luke followed.

Cathy was just setting a large platter loaded with corned beef, cabbage, carrots, celery and potatoes on the table. Plates and silverware and water glasses were already in place. Jon walked over and pecked her on the cheek.

"Thanks for asking us over. This looks and smells delicious!"

He walked back over to Luke. Cathy regarded them for a few moments. She smiled.

"I can scarcely believe it, but you two just get better looking and happier looking every time I see you. You're the cutest couple I've ever seen."

The guys smiled and mumbled thanks.

"I really mean it. You complement each other. Luke with his darker complexion and black hair and blue eyes, and you with your dark blonde hair, brown eyes and lighter skin. You guys were made for one another."

"We think so, too." said Luke as he put his arm around Jon's shoulders.

"Have a seat, guys, before it gets cold."

Jon sat on one side of the table, Luke opposite him. Cathy took her place at the head.

"Hand me your plates, guys. This platter is too heavy to pass around."

Cathy loaded up their plates, and then her own.

"Dig in. There's butter and homemade horseradish sauce on the table. Anyone need anything else?"

"No, I'm fine," answered Luke. Jon nodded. They all proceeded to eat heartily. Everything was delicious and they complimented Cathy's cooking. When they had finished, the men helped Cathy clear the table and took the dishes into the kitchen. Cathy made up "doggie bags" for both of them.

They all retired to the living room and relaxed. Cathy brought a bottle of wine and they sat and talked about their respective jobs. Jon excused himself and went to the bathroom.

"Cathy, thanks so much for tonight. I've really enjoyed myself."

"My pleasure, Luke. Any time. I love watching my men eat. I'm Italian, it's in my blood."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"I see the way you look at Jon. You really love him, don't you?"

It was a question, not an accusation.

Cathy bowed her head for a moment. Then she looked Luke in the eye.

"Yes, I do. He's the most wonderful guy I've ever met. I do love him, but it's not the kind of love you guys have. Do I wish things were different? Sure. But I know how things work. And I'm thrilled you and Jon are so happy together. I truly meant what I said before. You two are meant for each other. I'm so happy for both of you. But if you ever do anything to hurt him, you'll have me to deal with."

"I can't imagine anything like that happening. I've never loved like this."

"I know. I can see it. You just make sure you take good care of him."

"You can bank on it."

Jon returned from the bathroom. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing, just girl talk," Cathy replied.

They sat around chatting for a while longer. Luke said he had to get up early and he and Jon rose to leave. Cathy produced two Tupperware containers with tomorrow's lunch. They both thanked her profusely and headed back up to Jon's condo.

"I hate to say it, babe, but I have to get up an hour earlier than you. I should be getting home to bed."

Jon sighed. "I know. Not that you need your beauty sleep. Come on, I'll drive you home."

Jon drove the short distance to Luke's condo. When they arrived they embraced in a long kiss.

"Jeez, it's almost scary how much I love you," Luke said.

Jon just nuzzled and kissed his neck. He didn't want to let go. Finally he pulled back and looked at Luke.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you? I love you more than life itself. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"I know babe. I would kill for you. I would lay my life down for you."

They kissed again and Luke opened the door.

"Okay, I gotta go. Love you, see you tomorrow."

Jon released Luke's hand. "I love you, too. See you tomorrow."

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