Fate: California Obscura

He kissed my forehead and said, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

I grinned at him, then gestured at what he’d been kneading and asked, “Is that going to be breakfast?”

He moved the dough into a big, ceramic bowl and covered it with a blue dish towel, then moved it to the counter as he said, “No, that still has a few hours to go. I baked some brioche for breakfast.”

“You must have been up for hours.”

He wiped his hands on another dish towel as he said, “I woke up at dawn and couldn’t get back to sleep. I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?”

“Like where we’re going to live, and what I’m going to do now that I’m retiring from my current line of work.”

“Wouldn’t we live here?” Just then, I noticed my portrait in its new home on the kitchen wall, right where he’d see it as he was working, and exclaimed, “I thought you got rid of that!”

“No. I just moved it out of the bedroom, because I thought you’d find it awkward to wake up to it,” he said. “As for your first question, you shouldn’t have to live in a fortress, or a place designed to suit only me. We need to either find or build a home for the two of us.”

“I’d love that.”

“Good. Then we’ll start looking right away.”

I leaned against the work table and took his hand. “Are you really retiring?”

He nodded. “It’s inevitable to make enemies, given what I do, but it’s not just about me anymore. It’s about us, and I don’t want my bad decisions to affect you.” He kissed my forehead, and then he gestured in the general direction of the refrigerator and asked, “Are you hungry? I should get breakfast started.”

“Not yet. There’s something we need to do first.” I tried to look very serious as I said that.

“What do we need to do?”

“We need to fuck, right here, right now.”

Elias chuckled at that as he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the work table. I pulled him to me and kissed him as he cupped my ass with both hands, and then he climbed up on the table with me and pushed me onto my back.

We ended up getting naked and rolling around in the flour that was left on the work surface. It coated out bodies in a gossamer layer, and my hands slid over the slickness of his skin as he playfully nipped my lower lip.

When I flipped us over so I was on top, a cloud of flour rose into the air, which made us laugh. I ran my fingers over his cheek, leaving white streaks, then leaned down and kissed him again. As I rubbed my stiff cock against his, he murmured, “We really need to buy some lube.”

“You’re right about that. In the meantime, let’s improvise. Again.”

We tumbled off the table, and after he found some vegetable oil, I pulled him onto the wood floor with me. He used the oil to finger me open while I poured some into my palm and stroked his thick shaft.

Once we were ready, I straddled his hips and lowered myself onto his hard cock. It was exhilarating to be the one in charge, setting the pace as I pinned his hands down on either side of his head.

I rode him hard and fast, and after a few minutes, he arched off the floor and came in me, throwing his head back and moaning as he thrust deep into my ass. It was so satisfying to see him like this, totally given over to pleasure.

As soon as he finished, he flipped me onto my back and sucked my cock like a man on a mission. It felt incredible, and I totally let go, riding along on pure sensation until I finally shot down his throat. Afterwards, I grinned and ran a hand over his floury chest as I murmured, “We made a mess.”

“Easily remedied.”

He got up and scooped me into his arms, and when he stepped outside through the kitchen door, I chuckled and told him, “Okay, not what I was expecting.” He carried me through an opening in a vine-covered wall, and I murmured, “Oh wow.”

He’d brought me to an outdoor shower which was totally ringed with plants, including the half-wall which gave way to a sweeping view of the Pacific. After he adjusted the water so it was nice and warm, we took turns washing each other. Then we wrapped up in towels, and he led me to the pool deck.

There was a throw blanket on the back of the lone lounge chair, and he bundled us up with me on his lap. “This is so nice,” I murmured, as I put my head on his shoulder.

“I know you’ll want to stay in Southern California because your friends mean a lot to you, but what do you think about finding a home up the coast, somewhere less crowded than L.A.? I’d love to live someplace off by ourselves, where we have some land and lots of privacy.”