Page 4 of Mama’s Boy

At about three, Rowan looked up. “It looks like those showers we were promised tomorrow decided to make an early start.” They quickly packed up, making two trips to the car, and then took the umbrella back to the beach rental booth just off the boards.

They made it to the car just as the downpour began. It was one of those quick thunderstorms that came and went within a half hour. By the time they reached Chase’s door, it was over.

“I still want to take you out to dinner tonight. Why don’t you throw together some clothes in a duffle and you can shower in the guest bedroom at my place? That way I won’t get sand all over your furniture while I wait for you.” Chase thought for a minute. I like him. I’m going to take a chance.

“That sounds good. Let me get my clothes.” Chase went to the master bedroom at the back of the house and came back with a dark green casual shirt and a pair of charcoal slacks, socks, briefs and a pair of dress shoes.

Oh my God, I just blew it. I didn’t ask him where we were going, I might be bringing stuff that’s too dressy.

“I love that shirt, it’s just right for where we’re going.

There’s this little restaurant by the marina in Belmar in an old converted Victorian.

I know the chef. There is no menu, just a list of specials for the day.

She shops at the fishing boats when they dock at the inlet, and sources all of her other meat and produce locally.

You’re going to love it.” So I obviously passed the clothing test. He’s still smiling.

Any moment now he’s going to catch on to the fact that I’m desperate for him to like me.

When they pulled into the driveway of Rowan’s house in Interlaken, Chase got the impression of an ordinary home from the forties.

However, inside was a different story. There was a sunroom and a deck which all opened up to the wraparound porch.

Rowan had a beautifully landscaped yard that was as manicured as any English estate.

His evident pride in his home showed as he gave Chase the quick tour.

The kitchen was magnificent, the master and the guest bedrooms were all spacious and the shower in the guest room was to die for.

He removed his fresh clothing from his duffle and put them on the bed.

He shook out his sandy clothes in the shower and he rolled them up and put them in his duffle.

There were four showerheads which he set to rain.

Despite the sunblock, Chase had, as usual, burned.

He had some aloe to put on after his shower.

As he stood under the four spouts of drizzling water he took a soft sponge to his skin using the sandalwood body wash he favored.

There was an expensive shampoo in the shower, he felt guilty for forgetting to bring his own but he took a little bit of it and the conditioner for his hair.

Thinking about Rowan taking a shower in the next room gave him a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

What would it feel like with Rowan inside of him?

Chase decided to take the matter in hand, so to speak, and began the fantasy in his head.

As he showered, he heard the bathroom door open.

He went still. A few steps and the shower door opened silently.

Rowan was gorgeous. He imagined Rowan’s muscles rippled along his back as he reached down to the bench for the sponge.

He grabbed Chase from behind, putting his arm on his ribcage.

Rowan gave him a squeeze. He turned Chase around, knelt down, and began to wash Chase starting at the bottom of his feet.

As he washed and rinsed, he kissed each cleaned part.

Chase shivered when he felt Rowan’s tongue behind his knee.

Chase groaned. He put more body wash into his hand and stroked his already steel-like shaft.

Rowan made his way up both legs slowly, laving and nipping his way to the intersection of his leg and thigh.

In a surprise move, Rowan didn’t immediately seize his prize.

Instead he stood and brought his mouth up Chase’s ribs to his neck.

A series of hard kisses that Chase knew would bruise followed along his collarbone.

Rowan turned him around again and his tongue licked the back of Chase’s ear down to the nape of his neck which was one of the hair trigger points on his body guaranteed to make him come.

But Chase didn’t want to come right away.

He wanted to see where this led. Rowan grabbed Chase’s arm and twirled Chase to face him, ensnaring his lips in a deep kiss, using his tongue to open Chase’s lips and explore his mouth.

After leaving Chase panting with need, Rowan began his descent, kissing Chase from the shoulders, up over his smooth pecs and down the taut stomach.

Rowan silently looked up at Chase. Chase nodded and Rowan plunged his mouth down on Chase’s cock. The dual sensations of hot mouth and cooler water made him shiver. Rowan turned off the tap.

“I’m going to take you right here in the shower.” Rowan began to suck Chase in a precise rhythm that was coming to a crescendo.

“Don’t come yet, Chase, I want to feel you come all over my cock.

” Rowan stuck his arm out the shower door and picked up a condom packet along with a sachet of lube.

“I want you so bad my teeth hurt.” Rowan rolled the condom down his cock and began to stretch Chase with one finger crooked to hit his gland.

Chase panted faster. Rowan put the second finger in and slowly stretched Chase’s entrance.

Chase cried, “Enough, please come inside me.”

“I can’t, I have to prepare you better.” The steam of the shower had obscured the size of Rowan’s member from Chase until now. He looked down. Rowan had a horse between his legs.

“Uh, I guess you do.” Rowan stretched Chase with his third finger patiently working around the sphincter muscle until he felt Chase was loose enough to take him.

Rowan pushed in and Chase met him halfway.

Chase moved to grab Rowan but Rowan placed Chase’s hands back on the tile wall.

With his hand on the middle of Chase’s back, Rowan put the last bit of lube on the condom and began to slowly enter Chase’s channel.

When the head popped through easily after all the preparation, both men heaved a silent sigh of relief.

Rowan waited a moment for Chase to adjust and began to move.

He went slowly at first, then faster and faster until he was pounding Chase into the wall.

Chase could feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine.

He grabbed his shaft and started to pull, Rowan pushed his hand away.

Kissing Chase’s neck he murmured, “I’ve got you. ”

Chase began to come like a rocket. When he finished he looked around, he thought he’d screamed, but he hoped it was just in his head.

He cleaned himself off, soaped up the sponge again and worked it over the rest of his body, then rinsed, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, taking one of the clean towels Rowan left for his use.

He dried himself well and used his razor to shave the slight shadow off his face.

He cleaned up the bathroom so that it looked exactly as it had when he entered it.

Leaving the bathroom, Chase found his clothes where he’d left them on the bed, and got dressed.

He ran a comb through his hair in an effort to get it off his forehead and out of his eyes.

On Monday, Chase was going to get a haircut.

He left the bedroom still basking in the afterglow of his fantasy.

* * * *

Rowan heard Chase shout his name from the bathroom and ran into the bedroom to find out what was wrong.

He stood in awe as he watched strands of ropey come shoot out of the most beautiful cock he had ever seen.

It was long, slender, and cut; he couldn’t stop looking, but forced himself to move.

Embarrassed to have caught Chase in such a private moment he exited the bedroom and sped into the kitchen which was where Chase found him after he dressed.

“You’re burnt,” Rowan told Chase bluntly. “Take off your shirt and let me put some aloe on your back and shoulders.”

“It’s not necessary,” Chase said blushing beneath his sunburn.

“Yes it is, if you don’t want to stiffen up.

” Rowan stood in front of Chase and unbuttoned the shirt Chase had just put on.

Rowan went into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aloe and proceeded to rub it into Chase’s shoulders and back.

When he was done he couldn’t resist stealing a small kiss on the nape of Chase’s neck. He felt Chase shiver.

“Are you up for dinner, or do you want to hang out here for a while and watch the game before we go? The Yankees are playing Baltimore.” Rowan thought about cuddling Chase on his couch and the thought pleased him.

While Chase was in the shower, Rowan had his own fantasy in the master bath, cut short by Chase’s shout.

“The Yankees sound fine. It is a little too early for dinner.” Chase stretched; he looked a little stiff and sore.

“I’m glad you can wait to eat. I made reservations for eight but I can change them if you’re hungry.” Rowan hoped that Chase would agree. He found himself wanting to spend more time with Chase and really get to know him. “Do you want some chips to hold you over?”

“No, I’m good,” Chase said.

Rowan grabbed Chase’s hand and pulled him into the great room.

The great room had a stone fireplace with a seventy-inch flat screen television.

The room was traditional with an overstuffed couch, loveseat, and two chairs.

The chairs had a small pattern in sage green and the couch and loveseat were a solid fabric in the same color.

Rowan propelled Chase onto the couch and picked up the remote.

He turned on the game, put his arm around Chase and brought him closer to his side.

He expected Chase to stiffen up because he was being too aggressive, but he relaxed and his head fit just right against Rowan’s shoulder.

The game was close and both men jumped up and cheered when the Yankees hit a home run with the bases loaded.

Rowan brought out two bottles of beer from a local brewery along with some tortilla chips, salsa and homemade guacamole.

They talked about Rowan’s new job and how Chase got into writing gay romance.

“I was trying for the great American novel but I wasn’t getting anywhere.

I went online and read about gay romance and how it was emerging as a hot market.

I put down the novel and started writing my first gay romance and have turned out about two a month ever since.

I’m lucky. I write quickly and haven’t experienced writer’s block so far, although I’ve heard about how hard it is to overcome. ” Chase took a sip of his beer.

“So do you believe in the happily-ever-afters you write?” Rowan asked, pulling Chase in a little closer under the guise of setting his beer on the side table.

“You may think I’m a goof, but I do. I see more and more of my friends in committed relationships and some even getting married. I want that for myself.” Chase turned red. Rowan knew that Chase thought he said too much.

“I believe in happily ever after too. After my botched go round with Marty, I decided I wasn’t going to settle for a friends-with-benefits type relationship.

I want the whole ball of wax, a fiancé, a big wedding, and a big love to celebrate.

” Rowan smiled at Chase. “It seems we both want the same thing.”

They found they had a great deal in common.

Both of them love spy thrillers and science fiction movies and books.

Neither of them was a morning person and both needed two cups of coffee to be human.

Although Chase admitted his mother was a pain in his ass, he also loved her very much and wanted her to find happiness again.

“I don’t object to her dating, I just want to make sure that whomever she is seeing appreciates her.

This man, Mr. Schwartz, seems to have funds of his own so I don’t have to worry about that, but I want for her what I want for me.

I guess being a romance writer, some of the romance rubs off. ”

“What’s your pen name, or do you write under your own?” Rowan was curious.

“I write under the name of A.J. Hall. I use the initials so that new readers can’t tell whether I’m a man or a woman.

” Chase half laughed. “Although some of them say there is a definite difference in style between the two.” Chase was so close to Rowan that Rowan was able to smell sandalwood body wash on his skin.

“Are you on Amazon? I have a Kindle and I’m curious.” Chase sat up and looked around. “Do you have Wi-Fi and a computer?”

“Yeah.” Rowan gave Chase a look that said what the fuck?

“I asked because I have a website featuring all of my books and a blog that I can show you. There is also a chat room for my fans and a brief biography. That’s how I reel them in, they look to see if A.J. Hall is male or female and stay to read about my books.”

Rowan brought out his notebook and put in the URL for Chase’s website. “If you click on one of the books it goes directly to my publisher’s buy now page for the book where she also lists several other romance sales outlets and Amazon.” Rowan looked at Chase with a new respect.

“I had no idea you had to run this like a business. This looks great. How did you do the website?” Rowan put his feet up on the coffee table and reached over Chase to get his beer. “One of these days I’m going to have to get another end table but I haven’t seen one that I liked.”

“Go to antique stores and auctions. I got a beautiful nineteen twenties reproduction of a piecrust table at a small auction once. I use it as an end table. It’s beautiful. I’ll have to show it to you. Do you mind?” Chase took his shoes off and tucked his feet under his knees.

“No, of course not, I want you to be comfortable in my home.”

“About the website, there is a program called WordPress that is an open source website designer. It’s easy to install and use, so I was able to do it myself.

As I got more proficient, I was able to add the chat room, the book carousel, and the newsletter functions.

Twice a week I update my blog to let my readers know what new books I have planned and snippets of Works In Progress. ” Chase moved closer to Rowan.

“That sounds like a lot of work.” Rowan took the last sip of his beer.

“It is but it’s what you have to do to hang on to your fans and acquire new ones.” Chase put down his beer.

Rowan looked at his watch. “It’s seven thirty, time to get ready for dinner.”

In fifteen minutes they were out the door. Rowan had found out a lot about Chase and he liked what he saw. He was very pleased at the way the day had gone so far.