A minute later, Carson took his hand and he helped him into the tub. As the candle flames flickered, he straddled Carson's waist and reached around to cover him with the condom. Then he spread his legs wider and leaned forward to hold Carson's shoulders. Carson took his own dick and guided it as Evan slowly sat down on it. He felt some pain at first; he closed his eyes and squeezed Carson's shoulders harder, waiting for it to pass. But the deeper Carson went, the less he needed to hold onto Carson. By the time it was all the way inside, Evan released Carson's shoulders and sat up straight. He arched his back and ran his hands up and down his own torso, grinding his hips in slow circles. For a moment, he lost himself so completely in this position that he jerked a little when Carson grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him forward.
They started to kiss and he put his arms around Carson's shoulders as Carson held his waist. While he slowly rode Carson's dick, their mouths locked and bath water splashed over the side of the tub. At one point, as Carson bucked his hips, Evan licked Carson's ear and asked, "Are you more relaxed now?"
Carson rubbed his ass and said, "I'm in heaven."
Evan laughed and said, "It really is amazing. I'm glad you wore that groin protector tonight when you went into the ring, because I'd hate to see anything happen down there. That would be a shame."
Carson laughed. "You're fascinated with my groin protector, aren't you?"
Evan shrugged. "I've never seen one before. I think it's sexy."
Carson grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his hair in a playful way. "I'll rub your face in it later tonight."
When they tried to change positions, the water started splashing too much so Carson opened the drain and forced Evan over the side of the tub. The water had become cold anyway, and Carson seemed ready for another round, so to speak. Carson wound up fucking him over the side of the tub, then on the floor next to the tub, and finally over the toilet bowl.
It didn't end in the bathroom. Evan submitted and Carson took complete control. He fucked him in the living area on a brown leather sofa, then on top of the concrete center island in the kitchen. They wound up outside on Carson's terrace overlooking Ninth Avenue with Evan's head hanging over the railing while Carson fucked him from behind. Although the slaps against Evan's ass were loud enough to be heard on the other terraces that surrounded them, Carson didn't seem to care one way or the other. He seemed to have reached that point where there was no turning back and Evan didn't want to stop him.
They both came together, without screams or moans or grunts. Carson went in as deep as he could, he remained dead still, and Evan rubbed his own dick a few times. Even though it was quiet, it was such an intense orgasm for them both they remained locked together this way for a minute or two longer than most people would have. A horn honked on the street below them and Carson leaned forward to kiss Evan's back. Then he asked, "Are you cold out here?"
Evan sent him a backward glance and said, "I'm okay, but thanks for asking. I think that's nice." It was the first time he'd been with a man who seemed to care about his well being. Jeffery wouldn't have asked if he was cold; the humpy delivery man with the big dick would have cared even less. They would have fucked him, pulled out, and left him there standing in the cold.
Carson bent down and wrapped his arms around Evan's body. "I hate to let go. Can you spend the night here?"
It would have been nice to spend the night. But Evan said, "I have to get home. Kenny's spending the night with a friend from school, but I don't want him to walk in tomorrow and find the apartment empty."
"You can leave early in the morning."
"I can't take that chance," Evan said. "If he came home early and I wasn't there, he'd know I spent the night with you. He's having a little trouble with me dating his teacher. I don't want to make it worse."
"He thinks I'm boning you?"
Evan laughed. He knew Carson was joking around. "Not yet, and I don't want him to think I'm getting boned by his teacher … or anyone." Evan had always walked a straight line in this respect. Having a straight teenage son had its advantages, but he didn't want his son to think he liked dick too much.
"But I am boning you," Carson said. He pushed harder and his dick went deeper. "Can't you feel it?" He slapped him and laughed.
Evan shrugged. "Oh, I can feel it. But I really do have to go home and you have to pull that bone out right now. I'm not sure I'm ready to spend the night with anyone. You know I'm married."
"But you have an open relationship," Carson said.
"As far as sex goes," Evan said. "When it comes to getting emotionally involved with another man, that's completely different."
"Who said we're getting emotionally involved?" Carson asked. "Now you're being presumptuous. For all you know this could just be good old-fashioned boning."
"I'm sorry, you're right," he said. "It's just this is the first time I've ever dated anyone in this so-called open marriage thing Jeffery wanted."
Either Carson didn't want to know more about Evan's relationship with Jeffery, or he didn't care. He pulled out slowly and rubbed Evan's ass. "Let's shower, get dressed, and get something to eat. I'm starved and I know you haven't eaten. Then I'll take you home."
Evan stood up and kissed Carson on the lips. "You don't have to do that. I can get around in this city blindfolded. Trust me, when I was drinking I did get around blindfolded half the time."
"I want to do it," Carson said. "I had a good time tonight. And there's nothing emotional about that. It's just the right thing for a guy to do for someone he just boned."
Evan laughed louder that time. "Since you put it that way, I guess it's okay."
Though Evan felt awkward about Carson taking him home, he didn't argue the point. He let Carson take him by the hand and lead him back to the bathroom. It was nice for a change to be treated with that rare kind of concern. For Evan it was a novelty and he couldn't help but wonder what his doctor at Havilland would have thought if he could see him now. Jeffery had always been there to offer him anything he wanted in a material sense, but he'd never been there to offer his time. And that had always been the one of the things that Evan had needed the most.
Chapter Nine
Evan woke up early on Saturday morning and he took a long hot bath. He'd planned to go out for a three-mile run in the East Village. The blue sky and slightly warmer weather would have made it a perfect morning for running. But his legs were so sore from having sex with Carson the night before he decided to give his body a rest. After all, it wasn't every day he suffered from sex injuries. Of course they weren't serious, and he wasn't upset about them in the least. It was just that he hadn't had sex injuries in a while and he wanted to quietly enjoy them, and remember the time he'd spent with Carson before Kenny came home from Zack's house.
While Evan was in the tub soaking, with his head back, his eyes closed, and his hand on his dick, Kenny stormed into the apartment and slammed the front door. Evan had been thinking about how sexy Carson had looked in the locker room, sitting on the metal table, right before he'd gone into the ring to fight. There was something about a real jock that filled Evan with a sense of well being that he would never have admitted aloud to anyone.
Then Kenny pounded on the bathroom door and said, "Dad, have you seen the news this morning? You're going to love this."
Evan released his dick and sat up in the tub. He'd locked the door; force of habit. "What are you doing home so early? I didn't expect you until noon." It was a good thing Evan hadn't spent the night with Carson.
"I couldn't stay there," Kenny said. "It was too embarrassing. Seriously, Dad. "
This made no sense. "What was embarrassing? What are you talking about?" At first he thought this was just more of Kenny's teenage drama.
"You obviously haven't seen the news," Kenny said.
Evan detected a hint of desperation in his son's tone, so he stood up and said, "Give me a minute. Go make a pot of coffee and I'll be right out. I'm in the tub."
While he dried himself off, he glanced at the back of his legs in a full-length mirror on the bathroom door and smiled. There were a few black and blue marks from last night and he didn't want Kenny to see them. So he put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt he'd been planning to dump in the hamper instead of the short robe he usually wore after a shower or bath. He didn't rush; he even took time to comb his hair and shave. He knew from experience his teenage son tended to exaggerate the smallest incident and this drama was probably nothing important. Kenny could turn a pimple on the end of his nose into a goiter that rivaled an avalanche.
When he stepped out of the bathroom he found Kenny in the living room with his eyes fixed on the TV. Evan smiled, sat down on a chair opposite the sofa in front of a fresh mug of black coffee, and asked, "So what's wrong?" He figured Zack and Evan had had an argument. They'd argued before over the same girl; he had a feeling it had happened once again.
Kenny was leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees and a mug of coffee in his hands. He stared at the TV and said, "That's what's wrong."
Evan picked up the coffee and turned to the TV. At the exact moment he went to take a sip he saw Jeffery's face on the screen and the coffee went up his nose. He started to choke and Kenny came over to pat his back. Though he couldn't hear what was happening because he was choking, he saw Jeffery's face and the word "scandal" on the TV screen.