The Sentinel is owned etc. by Pet Fly, Inc. This story is not meant to infringe on, nor is it endorsed by, Pet Fly, Inc. and Paramount.

Warning: Underage relationship. Remember, James is in high school!

This story is a sequel to: Work of Desire, Chapter 7

"Save some of that hot water for me," James yelled as his lover headed toward the bathroom.

"I wouldn't have to save any if you'd get your ass in here," Simon yelled in return.

Chuckling, James began to strip off his clothes. He yanked his shirt over his head and instantly caught sight of one of Simon's bite marks on his left pectoral. Closing his eyes, he played with his nipples, reliving the fucking Simon had given him that afternoon in the studio.

"God, I love his mouth on me," James moaned.

"You say something, Tiger," Simon inquired just before stepping into the shower.

James pinched his nipples and grinned. "My ass needs some serious rimming, Simon." He poked his head into the bathroom. "You up for another round of Kiss My Ass?"

Simon pulled back the shower curtain and smiled in the direction of the teenager. "Bring that fine ass in here and you'll find out."

"On my way, Hotlips." James moved back into the bedroom and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his shorts, tossing it on the bedside table. It fell open and revealed a photograph of his brother. After shucking off his denim shorts and underwear, James sighed heavily and sat down on the bed. He reached for his wallet and spent several minutes tracing a finger over Stevie's face.

"Something wrong, James?"

A touch on his shoulder caused James to look up and he found Simon standing before him with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Something weighing on your mind?"

James returned his gaze to his brother's picture. "I was thinking about Stevie. I miss seeing him every day." Reaching out, he slid his hand across Simon's flat stomach. "Umm... Si? Stevie's got a swim meet this weekend. Would you like to come with me? I'll introduce ya to him."

Simon sat down on the bed next to him. "It's about time I get to meet the famous Stevie Ellison."

James laughed and patted Simon's thigh. "I haven't brought him over yet cause I didn't know if you liked little kids running around your place."

"He's your brother, James. Of course, you can bring him over." Simon moaned softly as James slipped his fingers underneath the towel he was wearing, the teasing touch causing his cock to lengthen and swell. Covering James' hand with his own, he halted his exploring fingers. "Have you told Stevie about us?"

James grinned as he attempted to wrestle his hand free. "Come on, Si. Let go. I promise to behave."

Simon shook his head. "Uh huh. Where have I heard that before?" Tilting his head to the side, he listened. "Do I detect a pout?"

James pushed Simon on his back and straddled him. Taking Simon's hand, he placed it on his dick. "Big pout. Can't you feel it?"

"That is not your mouth."

"Details, details." James thrust his hips forward.

Simon laughed and rolled to his side, dislodging James. Before the teen could move, Simon continued rolling and trapped him in place. "Seriously, Tiger... have you told your brother about us?"

James ran his hands over Simon's broad shoulders. "No. I was kinda waiting for the right moment... like at the swim meet."

Aware of the potential problems of going as a couple to a public event and not wishing to visit those problems upon his first meeting with Stevie, Simon thought for a few seconds. Nuzzling James' neck, he suggested, "Why don't you bring your brother here to meet me. That way we can enjoy a quiet visit together and not have a thousand spectators screaming in our ears." Leaning down to capture a kiss, he continued. "And yes, I'd be more than happy to go with you to your brother's competition this weekend."

James looped his arms around Simon's neck. Tangling his fingers in the man's tight curls, he pulled him down and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Thanks, Si. You wanting to meet my little brother means a lot to me. I really want the two of you to be friends."

Overcome with emotions and unable to speak, Simon rolled to his side and pulled James to him. Wrapping his arms around him, he buried his face in the sandy blonde strands that caressed his cheek. "James,' Simon forced out his lover's name.

James swallowed the sound of his name with a long, hard kiss. Grinning, he jumped to his feet and gently tugged on Simon's cock. "Enough sap. I've got an ass that needs to be shined and polished." Releasing his hold, James pulled Simon off the bed and guided him toward the bathroom, stripping away his towel as they walked. "Make sure I'm squeaky clean, Si. I want a rimming that will make me howl."

Simon slapped James' ass. "And what do I get in return?"

James bent over and turned on the taps. Satisfied with the temp of the water, he bumped his rear against Simon's groin. "You get to ride the finest ass in Cascade."

Simon stepped into the shower. "Your ego is bigger than your dick."

James rested his weight against the blind man's back and rubbed his cock between the crack of his ass. "I'm still growing; give me a year or two."

Shaking his head, Simon reached for the soap and turned around. "I think I better increase the amount of vitamins I'm taking."

James took the soap and lathered up Simon's chest. "Oh yeah. You're going to need all the help you can get to keep up with me."

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"That's the third shirt you've changed into. What's going on?" Dawn watched her boss pace the small confines of her office. "I haven't seen you this nervous in years." Pulling forward her day planner, she asked, "Did you schedule a meeting with a new sponsor and forget to tell me?"

Simon pulled on the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning and re-buttoning it several times. "James is bringing Stevie by today."

Dawn raised an eyebrow. "His little brother? You're nervous about meeting a ten year old?"

Simon sat down on the edge of Dawn's desk and rubbed his hands over his face. "James thinks the world of his younger brother. If Stevie doesn't like me...."

Dawn reached forward and rested her hand on his knee. "If he doesn't like you, so what? Do you think James is going to stop loving you if Stevie doesn't give you the seal of approval?"

Simon sighed. "I know, I know. I'm overreacting. But dammit, Dawn. It sure wouldn't hurt to have the kid's approval."

James' yell had both Simon and Dawn staring at the doorway. Dawn grinned at the sight of Simon breaking out in a sweat. Pinching him on the butt, she purred, "He's herrrrrrrrrrre."

Simon slapped at her hand. "There went your Christmas bonus."

"I am so worried." Dawn leaned back in her chair and watched Simon readjust the collar on his shirt for the millionth time. Before she could again tease him, James burst through the doorway.

"Si!" The teenager insinuated himself between Simon's thighs and silenced his greeting with an open mouth kiss.

"I've got work to do. Go suck face elsewhere." Dawn pushed Simon off her desk and with a grin, patted him on the back. "Good luck, sir."

Simon aimed a glare at her as he followed James out of the office. "Make sure you remind me how supportive you were the next time I sign your paycheck."

Dawn laughed as she closed the door.

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James pulled Simon through the kitchen. "Stevie's outside; he's playing fetch with Jeffrey." Stopping just short of the door, he unbuttoned Simon's shirt, letting the garment hang open. "It's fucking hot outside, Si. Don't want you suffocating." Leaning forward, he licked Simon's left nipple, causing the dark flesh to pucker into a tight bud. "Shit, I'd love nothing better than to drag you out to the pool and suck these sweet tits until the sun goes down."

Gritting his teeth, Simon eased James away. "Hold that thought, Tiger. We've got company, remember?"

"It's only Stevie, Si." James slapped at Simon's hands, preventing him from buttoning his shirt. "I ain't gonna stop tasting your delectable bod just cause my little brother is hanging around now." He pressed a kiss to Simon's glistening wet nipple. "You're mine, Si; I love you. And the sooner Stevie learns that, the better. In fact...." James gripped Simon's hips and pulled him close. Latching onto the side of his lover's neck with his mouth, he sucked hard for several seconds before letting go. "That's better. Once he gets a look at that hickey on your neck, Stevie won't have any doubts that you're my man."

Simon rubbed the side of his neck and frowned. "I love wearing your mark, Tiger. But could we cool things down just a little while your brother is here. I don't want him running home to your father with tales of our sexual exploits." Simon held up a hand to ward off James' protest. "I'm not saying you can't touch me or kiss me but I'd feel more comfortable if we kept the more intimate gestures behind closed doors. Stevie's only ten, James. He's too young to be witnessing some of our wilder moments."

James' uncontrolled laughter brought a frown to Simon's face. "What's so funny?"

Glancing outside, James wiped the tears from his eyes. "Too young? You think Stevie's too young? James groped Simon's crotch. "Hell, Simon. I caught the little bastard masturbating the other night while watching one of my porn DVDs. Stevie's no baby when it comes to sex, gay or straight."

Simon shook his head in disbelief. "Despite that, I'd still feel better if we toned down things while he's here. Think you can do that for me, James?"

"It's not necessary but if that's what you want..." James wrapped his arms around Simon and ran his hands down to his ass. He squeezed the firm globes hard and when Simon gasped in response, James pushed his tongue deep inside his mouth. The need for air dictated the end of the hungry kiss and James leaned back and grinned at the dazed look on Simon's face.

Slipping his hands inside the waistband of Simon's pants, he wickedly whispered, "You sure you want me to curb my wild ways?"

Moving away, Simon walked to the refrigerator and opened the freezer door. He stood there for a long time, allowing the frigid air to cool his overheated body. "James, please." Silence greeted his entreaty and he turned around slowly. "James?"

The return of his guide dog, along with the touch of a strange hand slapping him on his arm warned Simon that his guest had decided to come inside. "Stevie?" Simon reached out his hand to James' brother. "I'm so glad to finally be meeting you."

Another moment of awkward silence passed before the boy spoke.

"Why don't you go fuck somebody your own age and leave my brother alone?"

End Work of Desire, Chapter 8 by Angelise: angelise7@hotmail.com

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