Irreconcilable Distance
Josh/Terry - The Beginning
It had been a full work day at the library. Jerry drove home and walked in the door to the wonderful smells of Italian. Terry came out of the kitchen and they met halfway across the living-dining room. Terry's smile glowed. Josh grinned right back at him. Josh tossed his briefcase at the couch. They melded together in that familiar way; lips locked, a little tongue, hugging, straining against each other. Josh could feel Terry responding. Josh's passion matched Terry's. It grew hard between them. Grinding. Teasing.
"Let's eat first, you sexy man." Terry's voice was husky, but firm.
They settled at the table, after Terry brought forth the bread sticks and lasagna. He'd had the table ready. Usually did. They talked about the day's events like two old married guys will. Terry told about a new contract he'd landed. Josh blathered about the library staff meeting, the decision to go all out for Pride week. They were going to put appropriate books in every display case and on every open special table. Josh listened to a funny story about one of Terry's coworkers and her problems with her pet snoodle.
Together they swept the table clean, loaded the dishwasher, put the leftover lasagna in a container for lunch, scrubbed the pan and left the kitchen to itself. Just as they finished up, Terry grunted and shrugged.
"Need the magic hands again?"
Terry turned his back and let out a sigh. "Puleeese."
"You spend too much time sitting on your butt at that job, meetings, sales conferences." Josh was working his thumbs along Terry's neck and across the back of his shoulders.
Afterward the two of them snuggled together in their recliner-love seat and Terry pointed the remote. Didn't find anything they wanted to watch, even with over 200 channels. So, with that whimsical gleam in his eye, Terry propositioned Josh. Josh couldn't refuse.They had been together for nearly 6 years and Terry still made Josh shiver. Terry said he felt the same. He told Josh so almost daily.
Lying, sweaty, exhausted but content, Josh let his hand caress the flank of the man beside him. He talked silently to his lover. You are my life. We were good together. Maybe he said it out loud.
Sometimes Terry was the aggressor, sometimes Josh was. Tonight they had come together, numerous times. They'd kissed and sucked and licked around, driving each other to a mounting frenzy. Terry had opened himself, legs wide and high, and Josh had pounded in. But, not much later Terry was on Josh's back, clutching his shoulders, plunging in as Josh lifted and surged back against him. It didn't end then, either. They cuddled and talked softly about their first time together, special times on their infrequent vacations, their honeymoon night. With a light touch, Terry stroked Josh. His touch and his smell and the memories made Josh's blood pulse, swelling him. Soon they were back hunching together, lips on fire, hips eager for action. This time Terry knelt before Josh. His knees pressed Josh's farther and farther apart. Josh's legs were on Terry's shoulders. Terry slid in, deep, deeper. Josh's muscles gripped him, locking him within. Terry winked. Josh laughed. They fucked.
Filtered sunlight announced it was morning. Josh slowly untangled, pulling a leg from between Terry's. Josh rolled Terry over to retake his left arm. Terry grunted and tugged the sheet up over his head. Next was the pillow. Terry is not a morning person. Josh didn't silently creep around. Their toilet was noisy, as was Josh's morning mouthwash gargle. Terry finally gave up and hobbled over to join Josh in the shower. Josh knows it takes a lot of hot water to loosen his man up in the morning. They did each others backs. Josh worked up a frisky lathering of soap, reached around to do Terry's chest, tweaking his nipples. Terry bumped his ass into Josh. Then Terry turned around.
The spray rinsed the foam down to fall from between Terry's legs. The river ran from his balls into the tub. Josh held on to Terry's hips and sank to his knees. Terry watched as Josh's lips followed that stream until he encountered an obstacle. It bobbed before Josh and surged upward as his tongue explored it's length. Terry shoved forward when Josh opened and swallowed him. Terry had his hands firmly on the back of Josh's head. The water continued to pour, growing colder. Terry's thrusts grew bolder. His grip on Josh's head tugging Josh into his crotch. He listened as Josh gulped. Josh gaged. Terry shot. Josh swallowed. Terry drove deeper and shot again. From below Josh heard him cry out.
Terry reached and readjusted the water, bringing back the warmth. He pulled Josh up and they kissed. Terry's tongue worked to take back the salty sweetness of his own juices that had overflowed and filled Josh's mouth. Drying off, they stood side by side at their own basins. They shaved. They brushed teeth with vigor. Terry blow dried his hair. Josh gave his another touch with a dry towel. Standing in front of their respective closets, they dressed; Josh in his educational casual, Terry in his typical power suit and tie.
"Hey, lover, thanks for the 6 a.m. head," Terry chuckled as he headed for the kitchen.
Josh was right behind him. He grabbed the nearest dish towel and snapped Terry's ass. "You only got what you deserve, sweet one.""Ouch!"
"Want me to kiss it make it all better?" Josh smirked.
They ate, put away last nights dishes, straightened up, and headed for work. Terry stopped right at the door. He wrapped his arms around Josh, grinned and gave him a sloppy kiss.
"Love you," he mumbled. "Remember that."
CONTINUE
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