Isolation Play (Dev and Lee) by Kyell Gold Read Free Book Online Page A

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    It takes me a minute to realize she’s trailed off, as Lee is now breathing wetly on my shaft and it’s getting hard to focus on anything but the warm shivers and the red-and-white curve of his rear, with his tail swishing alluringly above it. “That would what, Mom?”
    “ Just for an evening.” She sounds distracted. “It would be good for the neighbors to see you come home.”
    I squirm away from Lee’s tongue, panting. He pulls my shaft to his mouth and gets his lips around it before I pull away again. “What do the neighbors have to do wi-ith it?”
    “ They talk, you know.”
    Lee sucks. I bite my lip. “Can I talk to Dad?”
    At that, Lee looks up at me, his ears back. I mouth, “Sorry,” and look as apologetic as I can. He cups my sac and then retreats back to the bed, lying on his back so his own hard shaft is lying exposed on his stomach fur. His eyes stare up at the ceiling, but his ears are cupped to listen to me.
    “ He’s gone to bed,” Mom says, even though it’s barely ten o’clock where they are. I didn’t think Dad would talk to me, but I couldn’t help trying.
    “ I’ve got practice all week.” I can hear the flatness of my voice, but I can’t seem to do anything about it. “But the week after that is a bye. I’ll have to come in Friday to work out, but I could go up there Tuesday. If you think it would be worth it.”
    “ Please try.” But she doesn’t sound very hopeful.
    I tell her I’ll make the reservations and will let them know when I’m coming up. There isn’t much to say after that. She tells me that Gregory’s doing well, his new cub—my nephew—is fine and healthy, his wife Marta is good. I tell her it’s cooling down in Chevali, and they should come see my place sometime. She says they’d love to.
    By the time I hang up, my arousal is pretty much gone, only its memory keeping my shaft from pulling all the way back into my sheath. Lee flips over onto his stomach and brushes a finger there, along the ridge of fur. I don’t stop him, but I don’t react, either. He gets up on his knees and puts his arm around me, and when he lifts his muzzle to mine, I do pull away.
    “ Not really in the mood,” I grumble.
    He pulls me back. “I know that, stud,” he says, and just holds me, touching his muzzle to my lips and then withdrawing it. “C’mere and sit down.”
    We sit together on the bed, me with my legs over the side and him cross-legged beside me. He waits for me to say something, and I want to be angry at him, but I can’t. “How did you deal with your mother?” I say finally.
    “ Persistence, and then separation.” His tail curls around my back, comforting. “I got tired of waiting for her to deal with things and move on. It’s harder ’cause I’m not in their faces with it. After that time you came to P.J.’s, I thought she’d realize that she can’t ignore this forever. But whenever I went back, if I so much as mentioned you, she did that high-pitched talking-about-something-else thing again. So I never call them, because she might answer.”
    “ You don’t miss them?”
    He shrugs. “They don’t miss me.”
    “ They have to miss you. You’re their son.”
    “ They don’t call.” He sighs. “They haven’t disowned me or anything. I just don’t have that much in common with them anymore.”
    I can’t imagine that. How can he not have anything in common with his parents? I have to word this carefully, though. Things started to go bad with his family a couple years ago, after I walked up to them in a restaurant and introduced myself as his boyfriend. He’s told me over and over, softly and sharply, lovingly and frustratedly, that it’s not my fault. “What about all the hard times growing up? The family vacations?”
    “ The hardest time we had was when we had to downgrade our winter vacation hotel to one without a beach view. My father didn’t play sports with me. I didn’t have a brother to get in trouble with.