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Thank you Jen, for being my Beta.
NC17
The Road 1
Ricky woke with a smile at the feel of soft lips gliding up and down his cock.
"Oh, yes, that's nice pet." He slid his hands in to the short soft hair that bobbed at his groin, arching back as nimble fingers caressed the ridge at the base of his balls.
Christ, but she knew her stuff, he thought as groaned and lurched into his climax. His jaw clenched and he gripped harder.
"Ah…yes, that's so good. Aye bonnie lass, you just…" he was caught now, grinding forward, pumping himself into the hot, tight, wetness. He glanced down into the bright young adoring eyes smiling back at him as the eager lips and tongue did their work.
Ricky frowned, the name of the girl escaped him, hell, the girl escaped him. He didn't remember bringing anyone back with him last night.
"Christ, what the fuck!"
Billy's young enthusiastic face looked back up at him.
"You looked so good man; I just knew you'd…"
"Ah, Fuck, no…I…" but the rush of blood and sensation over took him."Oh, Jez boy!"
Billy wanted to finish what he'd started, and Rick didn't move away. He wanted to come whatever the sex of his partner.
Billy speeded up, and Ricky clung to the dark head at his groin. He found himself pumping his hips till the white light and shriek of blood in his ears exploded. And he came in the willing mouth that held him.
A week later, Billy Lister was dead.
Ricky Deeming was well aware of the rumours, he laughed at them. He was a man at home with art, music, and sensation. His love of life was exuberant, He loved literature, his favourite writer was Shaw, fuck could that man write!
But some saw that exuberance as flamboyance. Ricky wrote poetry, big mistake, the one teacher who encouraged him was queer, everyone knew that, they didn't understand it, but they knew. This labelled him queer too.
Not that he cared too much. Ricky liked girls, but at school his rep was always as 'the noisy queer'. Girls his age at school were scared of the big, excitable puppy of a boy he was.
Till Magda.
She was his Auntie Pip's friend and had come from Hungary to England after the war. She was a scientist and, like his Auntie Pip, had never married. She was a sophisticated woman, knew about all the things he liked, writers, musicians, artists.
She'd fucked Picasso for Christ sake. Or at least Auntie Pip said she had.
And she taught Ricky all about sex. And taught him well, he was an apt and willing pupil.
Aunt Pip had not quite approved but she indulged him.
Amilia and Phillipa Deeming were sisters. They'd been 'society gels'; the family had been wealthy, but bohemian. Phillipa 'Pip' was the artist, but Amilia was the beautiful intellectual. Marriage was for neither of them.
Ricky's mother had him when she was 27 and living in Madrid. 1937 was a whole other world for a single mother. She never named his father, just brought him home to England. Giving him the Deeming name. But then the Deeming's were not your average family.
When Amilia brought her new son back from Spain, Pip was delighted, everyone else, horrified. To compound her sin, Amilia got a place at Girton College Cambridge. When the war came she went to work for the SOE as a wireless operator. Her partner, Merle was soon much more. Then came the fateful night when his message was clearly not from him. She knew this meant he was probably dead, and she volunteered for active service. She was captured in France and died in Ravensbruck the day after the Russians liberated it.
This was Ricky Deeming's mother, how could he be ordinary?