Center of Earth and Sky 2 - Painting the Desert,

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Painting the Desert
by Sean Michael
Torquere Press
Copyright ©2006 by Sean Michael
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Painting the Desert
by Sean Michael
Chapter One
Mr. Bartholomew Whittaker watched the kids go screaming
out and shook his head. It was the same every spring; they
all went just a little crazy. Spring fever might have been a
cliché, but like with most clichés, it had something at its
roots.
Of course he was experiencing a little spring fever himself.
He drove his little Toyota to the park near home, almost
skipping as he walked toward the center of the green space.
Raine had called and asked him to meet his lovers by the
fountain.
The sun was warm and the earth fragrant with budding
life.
Love was definitely in the air.
Grey was lying on the edge of the fountain, sunning,
barefoot. Raine sat close by, reading aloud, eating grapes,
feet in the water. He could see the sun glinting off the copper
bracelets that were a match to his own. Whit's dark-haired
lovers looked beautiful, so exotic, so fine. That hair was still
all black, the mahogany faces smooth and sharp.
Impulsively, he snuck up on them and swept a hand
through the water, splashing them.
Raine cried out; Grey just laughed, hand splashing him
back without even opening those beautiful dark eyes. He
laughed too, bending to kiss Grey's smiling mouth and then
Raine's.
"Mmm..." Raine's eyes were shining, warm. "Happy Friday,
our Whit. How was your day?"
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"Long. Animals of all ages and species are a little crazy
during the spring." He smiled at them. "And why are you two
away from the gallery and shop?" Raine ran a gallery and
Grey an antique store beneath the loft they lived in together.
"Because it's a beautiful day and it's supposed to rain
all
weekend and Grey thought we needed some sun and a walk
and dinner somewhere decadent." Raine smiled back.
"Oh, that sounds lovely. And you two look good enough to
eat. As always." He sat by Raine, tilting his head up to the
sun.
"And you look tired, but happy. I think we should buy
plants for the balcony, new sheets for the bed." Raine
grinned. "Bring spring into the loft."
He laughed and gave Raine a wink. "As long as the sheets
are black or white, or Grey will growl."
Grey smiled, eyes still closed. "And soft. I like soft sheets."
"But not silk. I always slide off those."
"Not satin, that's tacky." Raine giggled, winked. "I was
thinking purple."
"Oh, a nice lavender would go beautifully with your skin.
Or a red." He leaned past Raine to watch Grey's reaction to
their teasing.
"Lavender?" Grey actually opened his eyes, long hawk-like
nose wrinkling.
Whit laughed softly. Oh, he did love these two.
"Hot pink." Raine's eyes were dancing.
"Your ass maybe, my Raine."
"Oh ... pretty." He caught his breath. So lovely when they
played.
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Raine chuckled, leaned close. "Would you like that, Whit?
Like to fuck me with my ass on fire?"
He met Raine's eyes, clinging to them, the way he wanted
to cling to those beautiful shoulders. "Raine ... we're in the
park."
"So observant." Grey's low, rough, raw voice was full of
laughter.
He blushed hard, smiling at Raine and then at Grey,
shifting to make room for his cock which made his pants
suddenly very tight.
Raine winked. "I'd let you do it, love. Let you warm my
skin."
"Would you let him bind you first, Raine?"
Raine pinked, purred. "Anything you want, my Whit."
"The white leather looks so amazing against your skin." He
couldn't quite catch his breath and he was rock hard and he
couldn't quite bring himself to care that they were in public.
Grey sat up, eyes flashing. "You'd have to bind his cock."
He moaned, pressing against Raine's side, eyes on Grey.
"With your fingers to guide mine, Grey."
"As often as you'd have them, Whit." So hungry, so
serious.
He reached over to stroke Grey's face. "I'd have them
always, Grey."
Grey blushed, face nuzzling into his touch. "Yes, our Whit."
He sighed and let his fingers fall away. "Well I suppose if
we're going for a walk we should go before I'm convinced the
only place we should go is home." They made him need, his
lovers, so much.
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