FREE FLYING HEARTS -- A collection of short stories from Tonig73

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Warning  --  bxb

They made love that night, boy did they.  Laurent had never had a lover THAT fit.  Or loving.  Larry had been tender, and sweet.  The touches, the soft, unspoken looks of devotion that were almost an act of worship.  The touches that showed him his care and his concern, his attentiveness and affection.  He was thorough in his ministrations, however.  He left not one inch of Laurent's skin untouched or untasted, and Laurent felt like his whole body was on fire in Larry's wake.  He attended to him, encouraged him, persuaded him to do things he didn't think he could do, but with this man, that was all he wanted.   Larry blanketed his body with his own, his chest to Laurent's back, moaning as he pushed into him, adding more speed and delicious pressure and depth to his thrusts.  The weight of him when they were face to face, the intimacy of it, the searing kisses they shared, the way he filled him so absolutely beautifully.  He wanted to please Larry too, and he let him, guiding Laurent's lips where he wanted them, his soft, wet mouth to his more than hard dick.  Laurent had never felt like that before, none of his other partners, and there weren't many, had bothered to take care of him in this way, and there were none that he wanted to reciprocate that feeling with either.  But this, here, with this man, was euphoric.  Larry told him the same, and he believed him.  They both slept better that night, in each other's arms, than either of them ever had.

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"Larry ?"  Pierce was heading to the bathroom, passing Laurent's bedroom door on the way, just as Larry opened it.  He could see inside, his dad asleep, it seemed, a vacant space beside him, the rumpled comforter pulled back.  Although only 10, Pierce was far from stupid or even naive.  He hung out with teenagers, and even at that age sex was a major topic of conversation.  Most people in both their lives knew Laurent was gay, and it bothered no one.  So, although his dad had never had anyone stay over, the fact that it was Larry just about made his head spin.

"Larry !" he yelled, throwing himself into his arms. 

"Sshhhh, you'll wake your dad," he whispered.  They stepped out into the hallway, as Larry closed the bedroom door quietly, and just looked at one another for a second.  Pierce was beaming at him, just about levitating off the floor.

"I take it from the look on your face you don't mind .... if me and your dad are .....  together ?"  he gestured back to the bedroom door. 

"Are you kidding me ?"  Then a thought struck him.  "Don't hurt him Larry, they always hurt him.  He likes you, a lot, we both do.  Don't hurt us."  Larry pulled him into a headlock, raking his knuckles across his scalp affectionately.

"Gahhh !  What do you take me for, huh ?  You should know me well enough by now.  How do you know he won't break my heart, have you thought about that ?"  Pierce mused on that for all of two seconds.

"He won't.  He's not capable."  Larry could believe that too.

"C'mon, I'm making coffee.  Come with ?"  He slung his arm around the younger's shoulder.

Older brother and younger.  Father and son.  Best buddies, whatever they were to one another now, their affection for each other hung in the air like sunlight. 

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He left after another 3 days.  He abandoned his teammates, and spent every minute of those 3 days with Laurent and Pierce.  The buddies skated in the park of course.  He and Laurent made love every single night, in an all enveloping cloud of white softness, in the moonlight, and in the dark, and in the soft glow of a small bedside lamp.  He helped out in the cafe', becoming as good a barista as he was a skater.  Well, almost.  Fans who had been at the Games, and had cheered for him as he won Gold, wondered what the fuck he was doing here, working at Blue Mountain.  Then they would see he and Laurent together, catch a little look here and there, a shy smile, a furtive glance between the two, and they knew.  It wasn't a secret, but, at the moment, they didn't need it announced.  It was beyond obvious to them then, why he was here.