Poison Pen

Three of them were on lavender stationery, anonymously sent. Melissa. The others used the same phrasing that the lavender stationery notes used. It was a vicious circle of gossip and innuendo.

Samuel hauled ass back up to BeauView Winery. He found Daniel sitting, his stance dejected, amid a living room that had been torn apart in the search.

“I’m sorry, Daniel. This shouldn’t have happened. I didn’t want this to happen.” Samuel sank down on his knees beside Daniel. The consolation moved to embracing, and then to kissing. Samuel unzipped Daniel’s trousers and took possession of the older man’s cock, first with a hand and then with his mouth. They both heated up, which led to Samuel sitting in Daniel’s lap, impaled on his cock and riding the older man to a mutual ejaculation.

Afterward, while Daniel went flaccid inside Samuel’s channel, they cuddled and murmured to each other.

“I didn’t want this to happen,” Samuel repeated.

“It might be for the best,” Daniel answered. “I have been thinking of leaving here anyway. I can’t get the vines to give better grapes here no matter what I’ve tried.”

“What do you mean?” Samuel asked. “You have the best grapes in the country. Your wine is the best.”

“Not because of these grapes,” Daniel said. “These grapes are good, yes. But they are the same as your grapes. They could be even better. They are better grown somewhere else. The wine of mine that gets top awards doesn’t come from these grapes. Those grapes come from my other fields.”

“Your other fields?”