For The Love Of Chéri (CHAPTERS 1-112 REWRITTEN)

Chapter 89 : Lennon And Chéri's Place In Tennessee

Lennon and Chéri were ascending the stairs to the second floor where Lennon's apartment was. They kept stopping the kiss and fondle each other while giggling. Lennon tried to get the key out in the door to unlock it, but kept getting distracted by Chéri's amorous kisses.

Finally, the door pushed open taking them with it, stumbling into the room. Lennon pulled the key out of the door and kicked the door shut behind him, throwing the keys on the large king-size bed before they started pulling each other's clothes off.

Chéri was trying to undo Lennon's large belt buckle, while Lennon pulled the t-shirt and hoodie up and off Chéri to uncover the naked top half of his body, with all the beautiful pink blossoms all over him.

Lennon then quickly pulled off his own thick quilted hooded shirt and best as they kept their kiss going, only stopping briefly to pull clothes over their head. Chéri pulled down his skateboarding jeans and the male underwear that he was wearing as a disguise and then stepped out of them.

He squatted quickly to his knees and pulled Lennon's thick trousers and bright red underpants with its thick black lines, down to his hips.

Chéri then looked up smiling an almost innocent smile as he pulled out Lennon's long, hard cock and started to lick at it in different directions before he started to suck with a sense of urgency.

"Oh, my God." Lennon muttered to himself as he threw his head back while he enjoyed the hugely arousing sensations caused by Chéri's tongue piercing, scraping up and down his length. He pulled the elastic band off Chéri's hair, freeing it, so he could grip a handful of hair and hold his head in place against him.

Chéri was making satisfied sounds as he finally got to do what he wanted, and they could finally enjoy a basic part of their relationship that so many couples take for granted. Lennon felt emotionally starved, living with Chéri and not being able to even put his arm around him, sit together or even kiss.

Chéri stood up, his thin and curvy body with its large tattoo of pink blooms looking stunning in the light.

"Get on the bed, Lenny." Chéri said after slapping Lennon's ass.

Lennon smiled back and climbed into the bed, laying down flat on his back as Chéri pulled the trousers and underwear down his legs, exposing the large scripture tattoo paragraph he had on the front of his thigh, as well as the garter tattoo he had high up on the other leg.

Laying on the bed, Lennon couldn't help noticing that the apartment smelled musty and unlived In, as did the bed covers on the uncomfortable bed. A fleeting thought entered into his head that he would never have to sleep in this bed, or see this dismal small apartment ever again. In fact, he was going to leave the bed here, and wish that it would be the happy altar for two new, real lovers.

Chéri climbed on top of him, rubbing himself forwards and backwards on Lennon's abs as Lennon ran his finger along Chéri's beautifully decorated collar bone and over the pink cherry blossoms that weaved down his side.

"You're beautiful Chéri." Lennon said softly. "You're a precious flower, that only blooms at night."

Chéri looked down on Lennon, and smiled, as his hair fell down upon his face. Chéri Leant down and whispered in Lennon's ear. "You're a good man, Lenny. I love you, and you play the piano beautifully. I fell in love with you all over again, hearing it." He said he made a space for himself between Lennon's legs. Chéri touched delicately the two thickly lined star outlines on both of Lennon's pelvic bones and then ran his finger through his own name, which arced across the top of Lennon's stomach.

Lennon spread his thighs wider to allow Chéri to move close and offer himself up. He applied a lot of silicone lubricant to himself and his partner. Lennon relaxed himself and gripped the bed covers beneath him in anticipation. He had waited days to have a sexual connection with Chéri, but he didn't imagine that Chéri would be in the mood to top him. He placed one hand behind his head as he looked up at Chéri's flawless body. Their union was always sweet, but tonight it was sweeter after being separated so long.