[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Alternative, Interracial, Spanking, MM, HEA]
Landon Jackson is a waiter, thirty with a small build. He's never had a relationship last beyond one year.
Roarke Jackson, no relation, comes in to eat. Roarke is tall, Black, forty-three, and over six feet tall and fit. He's a retired police officer after he's shot on duty. He has a long history of lovers cheating on him and he worries it will happen again.
They both fall for the other and dive into a love relationship having many things in common, including their last name.
Roarke now owns a restaurant and brings Landon in as a server and has Landon move in with him after he loses his apartment.
Landon convinces Roarke to remodel the older restaurant in a Renaissance theme, but problems arise, personally and professionally. They break apart, re-establish but can it last?
He felt so special being with this handsome man. Damn, a hot sexy Black man, his fantasy coming true. But he wondered what the issues and problems would be between them and how long it would last. Landon never had a relationship with a man last more than a year.
“What else, like, what are you thinking now?”
Like a magic talking spell was cast over him, Landon just blabbed. “Now? I’m wondering how long our relationship will last. If you’re married or partially married or totally gay. What will the issues be between us, and how will it end? Are you top or bottom? I hope you’re totally single.” He went on to talk about prior relationships and how he hated being cheated on.
Roarke lowered his head and pretended to scan deep into a crystal ball, waving his hands over it. “I’ll ask the powers.” He squinted into the invisible magic ball. “Ah, they say we’ll be friends and lovers for a very long time, maybe decades, maybe the rest of our lives.”
Landon smiled. “Wow, that’s good to hear. I’m sort of embarrassed.”
The calamari, water, and wine were delivered, and they dug in.
The server asked, “Would you like to order now or when I return?”
Roarke asked Landon and he said, “Whatever you want.”
Roarke waved her off. She wore a mischievous smirk.
“I hope the rest of your evening is free?”
“Sadly, yes, considering it’s my birthday.”
“Landon, do you like chocolate cake?”
“Yes, especially if it’s German chocolate.”
He motioned for the server, and she moved her head close and he whispered to her. She smiled and left.
“So, what’s your story, Roarke? Gee, I love your name.” Landon covered his mouth. “I’m sorry for talking with food in my mouth. I know it’s rude.”
“That’s one of society’s stupid little rules. I don’t think it’s rude. I do it a lot. It’s very common, so why ban it?” He forked the last piece of calamari and gently placed it into Landon’s mouth, and then he settled his huge paw of a hand on Landon’s arm again, making eye contact. His arms bulged in his long-sleeved shirt. “So, my story. I was delivered to this planet a long time ago, and—”
Landon laughed. “Wow, I’m from another planet too.”
Roarke joined in his laughter. “I was born in Oklahoma and entered the United States right after graduating high school.”
He paused to chuckle, and Landon was enthralled with him and rotated in his seat to make eye contact, loving that Southern drawl.
Roarke went on, “I always did a bit more than average in school, went to college for three years locally but didn’t graduate. It just wasn’t for me. Worked in school and was ready for the world. Worked for the city of San Jose a few years.”
The server returned. Roarke asked Landon if he was ready to order. They did, and Roarke said, “Thank you, Jeannette.” She curtsied and left.
“You know her name, so either she’s your secret wife or you eat here a lot.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I’m here a lot. So, tell me more about you.”
And that same spell came over him. He couldn’t stop talking about himself. He said his parents home-schooled him and kept a tight lid on the Internet and convinced him it was only for businesses. They had no TV, and Landon had no friends growing up. He sipped the wine.
“This is good. I never learned about wine, but this is good. I’m not being polite. My parents insisted on social lies, and I don’t buy into that. I’m always polite, but if I don’t like something, I say it.” He got quiet.
“Where are your parents?”
“They’re local, but we don’t see each other much. We just have nothing in common.”
“And there’s the gay issue.”
Landon nodded sadly. “Yeah.”
“So, what else?”
“My parents sent me to counseling when I was eighteen because I staunchly announced I was not going to college. Michelle was so cool. She was sort of shocked when I told her how I was raised. She helped me get a job for a heating company as a helper, and then I got my current job, as a dishwasher, part time, and I did both. That helped me buy a laptop, and Michelle helped me learn to use it. I took classes and got real good with it. She said my parents were stifling my personal growth, and I moved out, finding a roommate.”
He finished his glass of wine, and Roarke tried to pour more, but Landon stopped him. The server brought their meals and they began to eat.
“And I downloaded one hell of a lot of gay porn. I was so happy. Now I have a separate laptop just for porn so if I download a virus it doesn’t hit anything else. I get out more, and I’ve had several relationships with men, but none lasted over a year.” He placed a hand on Roarke’s arm. “I’m waiting for my Prince Charming to come along. Someone I can be a lover to and have as a best friend.” He laughed. “Yes, I’m a romantic and idealist.”
When they got out, Roarke captured Landon in a huge bear hug, drawing him against his well-muscled body and kissed deep, sending a loving sizzle throughout Roarke’s body.
Landon returned the affection and said, “I have to admit I have blue balls. I’ve been hard since we sat together at the restaurant. I usually don’t screw on the first date anymore, but—”
Roarke whispered, “I love your beautiful voice, precise and soft. I love your looks and age and perfect small build. I love so much about you. I’m blessed to have found you, and I’m so glad you had to courage to tell me how you felt about me. I couldn’t think of any way to ask if you were gay.” He rushed them inside and sat Landon on a loveseat. He went to the wood stove and lit a match to the setup already done. In seconds a fire grew. A few minutes later the fire was on its way to roaring, and Roarke turned off the lights and lit candles around the room in glass jars.
He sauntered to Landon, removed his own coat and shirt and T-shirt, and slipped off his shoes. He knelt in front of Landon, kissed him full on the lips, and opened Landon’s belt and his jeans, slipping them down.
“Oh, awesome, pink briefs.” He lowered them and checked the wet spot on the front and took the leaking member into his mouth. Landon played with Roarke’s nipple, and Roarke swallowed the entire shaft. Landon moaned in pure joy.
Roarke worked Landon’s cock like an expert, using tongue on the slit and thin skin area under the head and then swallowed it again.
“I won’t last.”
“Just blast whenever you need. Don’t warn me.” He returned to a wonderful blowjob with the hottest of mouths.
Landon fisted the cushions and rolled his head side to side, and Roarke grinned as best he could with a cock in his mouth. Landon moaned and blew his wad, blast after blast, into Roarke’s mouth. Roarke swallowed all of it.
Landon relaxed, breathing heavy. Roarke pulled the jeans and briefs off his legs and covered him with a light blanket. From the light of the fire, he sat on the loveseat, handed a bottle of water to Landon, and lifted him onto his lap.
“That should take the stress off for a while. Just relax. I love holding my man, and I love smaller men. What are you, about five, four, 130 pounds?”
Landon wrapped an arm around Roarke’s neck and rested his head against him. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I am. You do have a crystal ball.”
Roarke smiled huge. “I have some experience judging height and weight. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life. Can I get you something to drink, wine, beer, more water?”
“Water would be nice. Do you need some relief?”
“Thanks, I can wait. I’m still glorifying in your presence. You are such a magnificent piece of mankind, perfect in all ways. I am so very very very very grateful for meeting you.”
That made Landon blush, and he whispered, “Thank you.” And then he added, “I love fire.”
Roarke set Landon aside, brought a bottle of wine, opened it, and settled water next to Landon before taking him back onto his lap. Landon wrapped an arm around him and sipped with the other.
“I can’t believe this is happening, that I’m with you, that you’re gay, and I’m gonna get fucked good and hard on my b-day.”
They kissed, spilled wine and water, and didn’t care. When their glasses were empty, Roarke set them aside. “I need to build the fire a bit more. I love it blazing, unless you want to go upstairs to my bedroom.”
“I can’t stay here tonight.”
“Why, do you have a roommate or dog you have to feed?”
“I just don’t do that anymore.”
“Exception to every rule.” Roarke kissed Landon with tongue. Then their lips met and broke after a few seconds of magic, and they made magnificent eye contact, holding it in silence.
“Oh, my God, you are corrupting me. Don’t suppose you have a wood stove upstairs, huh?”
“Your wish is my command.” He waved an invisible magic wand and carried Landon upstairs.
He rested him on the bed, ever so gently, in the extra-large room that went the length of the house, and lit a fire that was just waiting for a match.
“Ironically, I just stacked the fires today, thinking it would save time if I ever brought someone here again. It’s been a long time, but it was worth the wait for you.” He jumped on the bed, standing like a ten-foot bear over Landon, and finished undressing slowly to naked.
“Damn, that is by far the biggest uncut cock I’ve ever seen outside of porn.”
Roarke smirked huge but stayed silent. He slowly removed Landon’s shirts and knelt, straddling him, kissing all over. Landon returned the pleasure. That went on for over thirty minutes until Roarke grabbed lube and a rubber, holding them up. “I’m ready. Do you want me to use this?”
“Not the rubber. There’s something magical about you. I know you’re clean.” He shook his head. “Am I being stupid? There is a magic about you. I’m glad you came into my restaurant. That you sat at my table. I feel an intimacy on the deepest level for you that I’ve never had with anyone else.”