The next day at the plant was an exercise in torture. Every number on Keith’s spreadsheet blurred into meaningless columns, the rhythmic hum of the machinery a dull drone that did nothing to drown out the memory of Tucker’s gasps in his ear. He replayed their encounter in his mind on a constant loop: the taste of him, the feel of his skin, the way his blue eyes had gone dark with desire. By 4:30 PM, he was practically vibrating with a nervous, desperate energy that made it impossible to focus. He packed up his things, told his boss he was leaving early, and drove home with a singular, desperate purpose.
He had barely kicked off his work shoes and unbuttoned his shirt for a quick shower when a sharp knock echoed from his front door. His heart leaped into his throat. He threw the lock and pulled it open to find Tucker standing there, his chest heaving as if he’d run up the three flights of stairs.
“Did you run here?” smiled Keith.
"I couldn't wait," Tucker breathed, and then he was inside, dropping a stuffed gray backpack, pushing the door shut behind them and backing Keith against the wall. “I need to find out how that movie ends.”
The kiss was immediate and hungry, a collision of lips and teeth and desperate, pent-up need. All the frustration and longing of the day melted away in the heat of Tucker’s mouth, in the way his hands gripped Keith’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Mmm,” groaned Keith. “You’re going to make me pass out. All the blood has gone out of my head.”
“I know where it went,” said Tucker as he aligned his hand with Keith’s growing shaft.
Keith wanted to take Tucker straight to the bedroom. Tucker wanted to be led straight to the bedroom. Almost at the same instant, both men pulled back and stared into the other’s eyes. Keith spoke first. “I want you more than I can put into words, but I also know that there’s more here than the physical.”
“I’m so glad you said that. I’m feeling that too. Sure, I’m lusting after you, but…” Tucker paused, unsure of how to say what he was thinking in a tactful way.
“Let’s sit down. We still have a movie to finish and time to talk.” Keith reached out and took Tucker’s hand. Their fingers interlaced.
“This is what I mean,” said Tucker as the two of them moved to the couch and sat, knees touching. Tucker raised his hand, still holding Keith’s. “I don’t want to sound like I’m some stud, some cock of the walk, but I’ve fucked a few guys, and I don’t remember any of them grabbing my hand.” He shook their clasped hands and said, “This means something.”
“It’s deeper than just getting off, isn’t it.” Keith said it as a bold statement, not a question.
The two men locked eyes once more. They studied the other’s face. “I want…” Keith stuttered slightly then bit his lower lip.
“No, say it,” encouraged Tucker.
“I want to have kids with you.” Keith’s eyes became moist. He noted a tremor beginning in Tucker’s lower lip.
“Fuck, Keith. I was just thinking the same exact thing. I was thinking that I have found a man that, even though I haven’t known him long, yet I know better than any other man I’ve ever met. I want to have a family with him.”
Keith moved his head forward, and the two of them pressed their foreheads together, silently absorbing the thoughts of the other. The sun continued to go down; the wind continued to blow, the leaves continued to swirl in circles just outside the front door. “My grandmother once told us that from the first instant she saw my grandfather, she knew that he was the one. He would say that it took him much longer to know; then he would say he had to look into her eyes for about five seconds.”
Tucker smiled. “I have to admit that you excited me from that first interaction in my exam chair. And when you asked me out, I was screaming ‘yes’ on the inside.” He paused. The distant sound of thunder was the only break in silence as the two men continued to fall more deeply into their eyes.
“Come with me,” Keith whispered. “Let’s shower off the grime of the day.”
“I’d like that,” replied Tucker.
Still, hand in hand, they stood and went into the bathroom. Keith turned on the water. Each helped the other disrobe. “You’re beautiful.” Keith reached forward and placed several fingertips on Tucker’s chest.
“That’s what I think about you. How can I be so in love with you? I don’t understand it, but I know that I am.”
Keith pulled him close and kissed his cheek. “I’m so blessed.” He drew him forward, and they stepped into the steaming water and held each other tightly. Keith ran his fingers through Tucker’s hair. Quiet moans accompanied their movements, and while their dicks hardened, neither made a move to further stimulate their leaking erections.
The lather was thick and rich, and when they had dried, Keith led Tucker into the bedroom and under soft luxurious sheets. Keith lay on his back; Tucker’s shoulder fit under his arm; his head on Keith’s chest. The two remained silently holding one another as the rumbling of thunderclouds increased and the sound of rain falling against the windows drowned out the sounds of their breathing.
As the flashes of light behind the curtains revealed the ferocity of the storm, Tucker began to kiss Keith’s chest. His tongue made small circles around the nipple. Keith’s hand dropped to cup Tucker’s butt cheek. The build was slow this time, the exploration tentative, concealing raw, urgent need to reaffirm everything they had discovered the night before. Keith rolled on top, his hands framing Tucker’s face as he kissed him deeply, pouring all of his frantic, aching want into it.
Keith turned Tucker face down and left kisses down his spine before spreading his cheeks to circle his entrance. Tucker’s quiet moans, barely audible about the increasing noise of rainfall, prompted Keith to continue. Using saliva and his fingers, Keith probed for Tucker’s prostate.
“Yes,” said Tucker. “Don’t stop. I want you.”
Keith pushed Tucker’s legs farther apart, and having spread more saliva on the head of his rigid penis, placed the head against Tucker’s now quivering sphincter. Tucker reached back and pulled his cheeks to give Keith more access.
When Keith entered him, the sensation was a homecoming, a perfect, overwhelming fullness that chased away every last shadow of doubt. This wasn't new territory anymore; it was theirs. Each thrust was a declaration, a physical echo of the words they had spoken just before their shower.
Tucker moved his hips up and back as Keith moved forward, burying himself more deeply with the man he now knew physically. “I love you, Tucker.” Keith’s head dropped, and he kissed Tucker’s neck. “I’m close,” he whispered.
“Come inside me. I want you to come inside me.”
Those words were enough. Keith’s release filled Tucker.
“Stay inside me. I want to feel the weight of you.”
Afterward, they lay one over the other, the distant rumble of the storm letting them know that it was moving away was a gentle backdrop to their slowing breaths. Keith’s head was next to Tucker’s, his chin on Tucker’s shoulder, his fingers tracing patterns on the skin of his arm.
"You know," Tucker said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Keith’s body, "I was thinking about you all day. I couldn’t stop myself. They turned away a few walk-ins because they didn’t think I could handle the extra load. Dr. Currier thought I might be coming down with something."
Keith lifted his head, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Good. So it's not just me, then."
Tucker chuckled. “I’m coming down with a case of the Keiths, and you’re coming down with a case of the Tucks.”
Keith laughed softly. “It’s a chronic illness for me.”
“I love you, Keith.”
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