Yin Yang #AtoZChallenge
“If we were any more opposite it’d be sitcom worthy.”
Yale smiles and takes a sip of his hot tea. His boyfriend, York, sat across from him in what he’s heard York describe as “scene” and a can of Coke. “It still baffles me sometimes.”
“You in your business suites and me in my individuality.”
Yale’s aforementioned suite looks good on him and he knows it. It’s Gucci for crying out loud. Who doesn’t look good in Gucci? “Don’t hate on my suites. You like them.”
York smiles, “Never said I didn’t.” York’s green eyes move over Yale and he knows what York wants.
“We don’t have time for that this morning.”
His boyfriend sighs and dramatically lays on the table. “But a man can dream!” York wails and hides his face in his arms in mock dramatics.
Yale chuckles and takes another sip of hot tea. “Do you still have that concert next weekend?”
“YES!” York pops up practically bouncing in his seat. “It’s down at the marina. Think you can come?”
In truth, Yale has meetings all weekend but, “For you, anything.”
York’s smile is well worth any hell he’ll get at work for canceling. “You’ll come? Really?”
A grunt escapes Yale as he shifts in the too comfy chair. “I may not get your creativity or anything but you know I’ll support you in whatever you want to do.”
“You know it’s because of you,” York’s voice lowers, it holds something deeper, more meaningful than before, “I even have this chance.”
“I didn’t do anything.” He waves York off without a second thought.
York stands and walks over to Yale, he stops and drops to his knees, his hands on Yale’s thighs cause his pants to become too tight. “You supported both of us when I up and quit job with no warning ever.” Yale rests his cheek against Yale’s inner thigh, the bastard. “Encouraged me to pursue my music and here we are. The guys and I are opening for Emotio in five days.”
Yale ponders their timing. “Just how grateful are you?”
York smiles and makes quick work of Yale’s entrapping pants. His full hard cock springs free, smacking York on the cheek. “Pretty grateful.”
“Damn.” York’s lips over his cock send sparks of pleasure down Yale’s spine. York knows exactly what he likes, deep throat and twist, then pay special brief attention to his head with that tongue ring before going back down.
Soon Yale is fucking York’s mouth, his tea forgotten on the table. His balls tighten and he knows it’s soon. Yale stays quiet as he cock unloads over York’s pierced tongue.
Yale uses his grip in York’s hair to yank the other man up, demanding a come swapping kiss. York moans with compliance. “Next time,” York nips Yale’s lower lip, “mister suite man will give me the blowjob.”
“That can be arranged.”
The mischief in York’s green eyes cannot be ignored. “We’re going to be late.”
“Who gives a shit. Blowjobs and couple bonding time are much more important.”
York pulls away to sit back in his chair, his pant fly already lying open, cock in hand. Waiting. Yale stifles a chuckle and crawls over to his boyfriend. Little does York know he plans on proposing tonight. “Happy Anniversary.”
Green eyes sparkle and a firm hand over Yale’s cheek to the back of his hand tells Yale what the other wants. “Happy Anniversary to you too. Now shut the hell up and suck me. I’m dying.”
Yale grins and takes all of York in my swift action. “Bitch.”
He inwardly grins as he gives his boyfriend everything he wants and hopefully tonight, York will make him the happiest man in the world.