Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2015 12:36:06 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected Five Years On 10

Unexpected: Five Years On 10

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Previously

"Would you mind if I brought a change of clothes for going to work on
Wednesday."

"Smart thinking. What are you going to do after that?"

"Haven't made up my mind. I'll probably go to the Suites for a week or two
until I can find an apartment. I'm not exactly broke."

Jeremy had already thought this through and he decided to stay quiet for
the moment. He wanted to give his suggestion face to face when a lot of the
emotions had died down or when other emotions had replaced the bad ones.

"If things go as I think they will, I may need some help on Thursday
morning to get everything of mine out of the house. I have already
collected all my personal documents that are not in my safety deposit box
and I am going to put them in the vault at work tomorrow."

"You really are a lawyer. Think smart and quickly. Wish you were with me
tonight."

"Probably would not be my best night."

"Just to hold you and let you know that I am with you."

"That I know. I have quite a few things to finish and I am bone tired." He
sighed again. "Night. Sleep tight. Will probably have impure thoughts about
you. Impure enough to be asked to leave the house."

Later, before going to bed, he loaded his car with all his electronics and
put his documents in file folders and put them in his briefcase. He was as
ready as he could be.



Present

Tuesday morning, Jeremy was called into Michael's office to be given the
reaction of the client to the case they had finished days before the
holiday. Apparently the client had given it to their lawyers who read it
and sent it to another accounting firm who said that it was a first class
job. Several of things that they liked were things that Jeremy had added or
thought of. Jeremy was responsible for the bullet point summary of their
findings and actions to be taken. They were mentioned highly in their
praise.

He asked for some possible time off on Thursday morning. Michael sensed
that there was something that was bothering Jeremy. Jeremy explained the
situation and Michael laughed. Then he told him what he and Stephen had
gone through with their parents when they finally started to act as a
couple.

"He may come round or he may not. Luckily his mother and sister are on his
side. Then there is your family; they will surround him with love." He gave
Jeremy his fatherly look. "Jeremy take all the time that you need."

Timothy had a quick breakfast. His mother came into the kitchen as he was
almost ready to leave..

"It is Tuesday. I assume that you have a practice tonight and supper out at
the pub. Will I see you this evening?"

"Probably not mom."

"Thanks for being honest. I'll do what I can but I suspect that there won't
be much that I can do. Sorry."

"Mom, I know that you are caught in the middle but thanks for all the
support." He gave her a kiss and there were tears in both their eyes as
they looked at each other.

His father came into the kitchen as they separated. Timothy decided to try
and avoid any conversation with his father. "Well, I am off to work."

"I am going to invite Father Pierre over tonight for supper so that he
...."

Timothy interrupted his father. "Father, it is Tuesday. I have a practice
and then to the pub for food and a strategy session."

"This is more important!"

Very calmly and quietly, "Father, I will not be here to see Father Pierre
tonight. My personal life is not up for discussion." He paused a fraction
of a second to make sure that that statement had been heard. "I have
explained my reasons for that several times. If you want to chat with him
fine but I don't want to embarrass you by not turning up unexpectedly. I am
being honest and open with you. Sorry but I have to be off. I have an
appointment with a client that I have to prepare for."

He left the room before his father could continue the conversation. He knew
that this would only anger his father more but he was close to not caring
any more. He would not talk to that priest about his private life.

Timothy focused on his work that day and whenever his thoughts wandered
back to his father and his home situation, he refocused on supper with
Jeremy, the practice and after the practice. It was finally time to leave
and he had had a productive day. The meeting with his client had gone
well. They laughed, talked and completed their business after a good
session. No one would have guessed what was happening to him in his
personal life. He was pleased with himself.

Jeremy and Timothy had a delightful supper. Timothy quickly answered his
questions about the morning with his father and Timothy deliberately then
changed the subject. The practice was really good and Timothy let off a lot
of steam and enjoyed the pure physical release.

The pub was great and they played some pool with the guys. It was a good
night. They arrived back at Jeremy's.

After Timothy put his clothes away for the next day and put his shaving
gear in the bathroom, he came out to the kitchen where Jeremy was opening a
final beer for them.

"Timothy, I know that you have steered away from discussing the situation
but ...."

Timothy interrupted. "This whole fucking situation has been the focus of my
life for a month and a half and yours too. I have had it! I don't want to
become boring!"

Jeremy smiled and kissed him letting his hands slip slowly from his chest
to his thighs. "Never boring but I have a suggestion to make."

"Alright, I have to admit that you have had some really good suggestions
recently."

"Last night you mentioned the Suites and renting an apartment. I have a
better idea." He paused looking at his guy. "Move in with me and before you
start to object, I have given it a lot of thought. We can do what Gio and
Kevin did." Timothy moved his head to the side with a puzzled look. "When
they first started seeing each other, Gio, himself, and Kevin, didn't know
if Gio was truly gay. So Kevin suggested that they see only each other and
meet in one month's time over a good supper to discuss their
relationship. Over that month, they would not talk about it but just see
each other. We know, OK, I know how I feel about you. Move in and in one
month we go out for a good supper and decide our next step. No discussion
in between. Oh there was one other stipulation. If either wants out during
that month, they have to be honest and not let it drag on."

Timothy gave Jeremy his lawyer, I mean business look. Quiet, determined,
crisp voice, "Let's get one thing straight. I think that it is pretty
obvious how I feel about you. If it isn't, then I am walking now."

Jeremy started to laugh. "I never really know how you are going to
react. Very well done, Mr. lawyer man. Come here and show me how you feel
about me."

They kissed for a long time until Timothy pushed him against the counter
and started to undo his shirt. Jeremy stopped him. "I take that as an
affirmative. You are living here for one month. The only discussion is how
we arrange the condo for two and we meet one month from this Saturday
coming over a good supper at an expensive restaurant. We split the cost."

Timothy looked at him. "Thank you. There is nothing further to discuss on
this matter right now. There is only one matter for discussion at
present. I want you in me. Are you alright with that?"

"Then there is nothing to discuss."

It was so formal and matter of fact that both guys started chuckling with
big smiles at each other.

So Timothy continued with Jeremy's shirt and it was soon lying on the
kitchen floor with his t shirt. His pants were next with his shorts which
lay beside the rest of his clothing.

Timothy stood back and took in the great sight before him. "God you look
good." He leaned in and kissed him and then his neck which was a spot where
Jeremy really liked to be kissed.

Timothy kissed Jeremy's body moving slowly down stopping at his navel and
finally at his balls. Jeremy smiled when he heard the word
delicious. Jeremy felt alive as sexual energy ran through him.

Finally, Timothy looked up. Looking at Jeremy's straining cock, "I think
that is ready." He stroked his cock. "Yep. Stand still."

Timothy quickly undressed himself swatting Jeremy's hands as they tried to
help. "I think that we need some place a bit more intimate." He reached
over and pulled Jeremy to him.

"I hope that that tells you how much you mean to me. Now you come and show
me your feelings."

Timothy lay on the bed, spread his bent legs and looked up at his guy,
giving him the most wonderful look.

Jeremy returned the look. "I want to have something set straight as well. I
consider myself so fortunate. I have been wandering for quite some time,
never satisfied, never making that connection. You came into my life. I had
almost given up. Oh shit, oh shit ...." He choked up. Words weren't coming
out and tears were forming his eyes.

Timothy pulled him down and kissed his tears away. He moved his hands down
Jeremy's body and placed Jeremy at his entrance. He said the simplest
words, 'Make love to me'.

Sometimes in moments like these, everything is in alignment, mental and
physical. That was the way it was that night. Timothy wanted to feel
needed. He wanted to give himself and be taken by someone who cared for
him, loved him. Jeremy wanted to show this man how much he cared for him,
loved him.

At times, it was gentle and romantic but as they came towards the finish,
it was passionate and very physical. Jeremy bit Timothy's shoulder and
Timothy moaned in pleasure. Jeremy was plunging in and out of his
lover. Timothy was moaning and encouraging him on. It became very
vocal. Timothy reached between them and stroked Jeremy's cock with his
fingers and then pulled his balls, hard. That was all it took. Jeremy
slammed into Timothy and held, pushing himself in as hard he could. His
body spasmed as he called out Timothy's name again and again.

Timothy was madly stroking himself to catch up and he suddenly erupted
yelling fuck, fuck, fuck. Both could feel the volts of electricity jolting
through their bodies, until breathless, Jeremy collapsed on top of him.

Timothy opened his eyes the next morning to realize that Jeremy was not in
bed. He heard noises from the kitchen. There was a plaintive call from the
bedroom. "Jeremy, where are you? I need you."

From the kitchen, "Hold it. I am making coffee. You slept in. We have to
get to work."

When Jeremy returned to the bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks and
cracked up. Timothy gave him a strange look. Timothy looked down at his own
hand that was around his very red, stiff cock. "What's the matter? You told
me to hold it."

Still laughing, Jeremy sat beside him shaking his head and pried Timothy's
hand off and Jeremy took the head of the cock in his mouth. He didn't stop
until Timothy had filled his mouth. "Best protein drink that I have ever
had. You can pay me back later in the day. We have to get to work."

"Oh my goodness, you realize that I fell asleep and stayed the night. I
guess that this little boy is in big trouble with his daddy." They probably
would have laughed if it had not been so deadly accurate..

That day passed quickly. Timothy had told Jeremy that he would go home and
he would either be asked to leave or he, himself, might simply say that he
was leaving.

Jeremy got a call at 6 as he was driving home. "Hey, could you come by my
parents' home. I might need some help getting my stuff out."

Jeremy arrived and phoned Timothy. "I'm outside what do you want me to do?"

"I'll meet you at the door. Just don't react to anything that is said. Be
your pleasant, helpful self."

So seconds later, he saw Timothy at the door. Jeremy was out of his car in
a flash.

"Dad was very obnoxious when I arrived. I'll tell you all later. So before
he could tell me to leave, I calmly told him and mom that I was moving out
tonight and thanked them for having me so long. I told them that I really
appreciated it. Dad told me that I was to take all my stuff tonight. I
guess it was the only way that he could get back at me for my
impudence. That word was used a couple of times. Mom is really upset with
him. She has actually been helping me pack the stuff from my chest of
drawers."

"You OK?"

"Yes and no. It is not the way that I wanted to leave my parents' home but
I am not going to make it into a drama. Come on in."

"What is he doing here?"

"Dad ...  manners." He gave his father a very stern look. "Jeremy is here
to help me move my belongings. It is a fairly big job ... with such a short
deadline." With the pause and the emphasis on 'short', he said it the way
he meant it; this was not necessary.

He moved Jeremy out of the room to stop any remark by his father. It took
over an hour to get all his suits and clothes from the closet along with
all the stuff in his chest of drawers into the two cars. He collected a few
nicknacks that he had collected over the years. His mother had tears in her
eyes as she saw his room bare. It seemed barren to him as well. She hugged
her son who tried to comfort her.

"Mom, I'll phone when everything has settled. It is a bit like the chalet;
the atmosphere would be poisonous. You know that he was going to order me
out and I frankly didn't want to give him that pleasure."

"Son, you were marvellous. No bad words, very little anger. You acted like
the gentleman that you are. Someday he is going to come to his
senses. Please don't leave me out of your life."

It took them a while to move all his clothes and things from the cars to
the condo. When they had it all pilled in the study, they sat down to a
cold beer.

"This beer tastes so good. Jeremy thanks so much for coming so quickly. I
was just holding my anger in. I saw you and all that hostility just
evaporated. I never realized just how ugly my father could be until the
last few days. He did see Father Pierre and he tried to tell me all the
arguments that the wonderful Father had expounded to him. I finally had to
tell him that most of it was nonsense. Didn't go over very well. Probably
shouldn't have done that but I am not going to have that priest tell me how
to live my life."

"Your mother whispered to me that you were fantastic with your father. She
said that you behaved admirably. I liked the 'Dad ... manners' retort
personally."

"Enough of this. Do you know what today means?" Jeremy shrugged. "This is
the first time that we are together and I don't have to go home and explain
myself. It is really our first time together as a team."

"You, lawyer. You are skirting the issue. This is the first time that we
are together as a real couple."

Timothy started to tear up. Jeremy smiled and reached over and took his
hand, just holding it. Timothy could get used to this very quickly. Jeremy
was happy beyond explaining.

As Jamie had promised, the telephone rang on Friday morning just as the
guys were preparing to leave for work. Timothy answered and it was
Jamie. Jeremy sat down taking the greatest pleasure in hearing his guy
talking in his animated way. He heard a just a sec from Timothy.

"Hey it is Jamie. They are asking us for supper after the game. You up for
that."

"Tell him that I am up for anything, anytime when it involves free food
that I don't have to prepare. You can quote me."

Timothy repeated Jeremy's words. Timothy listened. "Jamie told me to tell
the little shit that he might just cancel the invitation for him, meaning
you of course."

Timothy was laughing as he listened to Jeremy's humble apology. "Jeremy
says that he would love to have the company of such eminent people and he
is truly sorry for any misunderstanding."

"He better mean it and tell him not to forget it and a good bottle of wine
would help. Make him pay for it."

Timothy loved the easy rapport between the dads and Jeremy. "Oh, Jamie, no
negotiations, I am going to bring some hors d'oeuvres or dessert. Your
choice. Remember that this is non negotiable; that is lawyer talk for you
can't stop me."

Jeremy could see the big smile on Timothy's face as he replied. "Nope, it
will be my choice then. Let's see. This time, dessert." He paused, "You
sound just like Momma. See you on Saturday."

"He called me pig headed. Is he angry with me?"

"Believe me, a compliment when dad says things like that. You don't want to
see him angry and that is not anger. He goes quiet; he speaks quietly and
slowly with determination. And then there is the look. You know, you remind
me of him. That is what you did with your father the other day and at the
chalet."

"You know with my father it was more than anger. It was great
disappointment. There was some anger but it was mostly disappointment that
my father, a person whom I respected, put his religious ideology ahead of
love for his son."

"Maybe he saw it as love for you, your soul."

"Not the way to show it. No, for him it was religious and being disobeyed
by his son, not getting his way. Enough! I just had a wonderful
conversation and an invitation from your dads."

They were off to work with a quick but passionate kiss. Jeremy couldn't
help thinking how wonderful this was. They didn't have to plan when to meet
and keep track of time. They would come back here after work, eat some
supper and then go out dancing. He almost thanked Timothy's father for
being so stupid.

Timothy arrived back first. It was great to take off his work clothes and
change into something casual. They had bought some chicken and he put in
the microwave to defrost. As he was working in the kitchen, his mind
wandered about the plans for the summer. He would really miss the chalet;
maybe they could go camping. Then he thought about the chalet again. It was
in his mother's name. In fact, she had been given it years ago by her
parents when they weren't using it much. He wondered if there was weekend
when it would be free and his parents wouldn't be going up.

No time like the present. He phoned his mother's cell phone. She answered
after a couple of rings. "Timothy, I had to pull over to the side of the
road. I'm on my way home."

So 15 minutes later, she phoned from home. "Thanks for phoning me. I miss
you so much at home.  So how are things going?"

"Mom, it has been great. We have an invitation out to Jeremy's dads on
Saturday after the football match. Then it is Sunday with the Marchese
family, church then lunch at their home with all the family. Mom sometime
you are going to have to come. No not right now but maybe in the fall."

They chatted for a while. "Mom, I have a request and if you say that it is
not advisable, I shall not be upset. I am just exploring options. Is there
any time this July or August that you and dad will not be using the chalet
for certain? I would like to take Jeremy up and if MC is there, that is OK
as long as they agree."

"You know, we have tickets for the last weekend in July to the Stratford
Festival for the entire weekend. There is absolutely no reason that you
could not use the chalet. You have your key and all the neighbours know
you. Talk to MC and tell her to keep it quiet between you."

"I am going to discuss it with Jeremy but I would like to invite Jake and
Marie for the weekend. Jeremy hasn't had any chance to see them since the
wedding and I would like to have them as friends."

"Timothy you really are thoughtful. I know that MC would love to talk to
you. She is very upset with your dad and has let him know it. She is
actually avoiding him. Timothy that is not your fault."

Jeremy found a very happy and pleased fellow at the condo when he arrived
shortly after the call between Timothy and his mother ended. He could smell
the meal that Timothy had prepared as he entered the condo.

"My god, he cooks me supper too."

"Don't get too used to it but tonight seems special. Our first weekend
together with no worries about anyone but ourselves. Go change. Supper is
almost ready and I bought something a little special to drink with supper."

"Oh, planning the seduction of this poor innocent boy?"

"Yeah, something like that. Innocent my ass! Actually, that lovely, firm
ass did enter my thoughts. Go! Change!"

As Timothy said, it was not a gourmet meal but the chicken with backed
potatoes, steamed vegetables was tasty and nutritious. He had bought a
really good BBQ sauce for the chicken and a very good bottle of Prosecco
which seemed to mellow the mood a lot by the time they were finished the
meal.

"Jeremy I had an idea this afternoon. Yeah, I know remarkable, isn't it? I
talked to mom and the chalet is free the last weekend in July. Mom and dad
are going to the Stratford Festival that weekend and she would be delighted
if we used the chalet. We'll have to check with MC. She also liked my other
idea that we invite Jake and Marie to join us for the weekend."

Jeremy's mouth was open and he was shaking his head in amazement. "You
don't fool around when you start to plan things, do you? You are amazing. I
was thinking of Jake and Marie a few days ago. I would love to see them."
He stood up and went over and pulled Timothy up to him. Jeremy kissed him
and wrapped his arms around him. "Phone MC now. It is supper time. They
will be home."

Timothy smiled at him looking up and down his body. "You are excited in
several way." Timothy reached down and fingered the outline of Jeremy's
increasingly enlarging cock. "Sure you don't want to delay that phone call
for a while?" Timothy saw the look on Jeremy's face. "I know that look,
delayed gratification. Right?"

"You know me too damn well. I have things planned for you but first things,
first.

Marie Claire was so happy to hear her brother's voice. They talked and
laughed until he finally started to talk about the weekend. She was
delighted especially when Timothy told her that they would love to have
them along as well. Jeremy was called to the phone and he too was delighted
to talk to MC and then to see MC, Pierre and Luc again under such different
circumstances. He only hoped that Jake and Marie would be free as well.

Minutes later after a call to Jake and Marie, the weekend was set
up. Jeremy was so excited. "What a great way to start this weekend. So big
guy, do you want to go dancing or ...."

"Why don't we go dancing for a while and then come back here. We have
nothing on tomorrow until the game at 2. I even bought dessert for supper
tomorrow with the dads."

"What did you get?"

"A really good selection of baklava. From the look on your face, you don't
know what that is."

"Never had it. I have heard the name but ...."

"It is a really delicious, rich, dessert. No peeking. You'll taste it
tomorrow. You will like it. Do you have the wine?"

"It is in the car. I forgot to bring it up.  Alright, all is in
order. Let's get on our dancing clothes and get ready for some dancing."
Jeremy pulled his guy to him and twirled around once.

They went a little early to pick up some Italian salamis and cheese to take
to Momma and Pops on Sunday. They took a small styrofoam cooler that Jeremy
had and put some ice from the freezer in it to keep everything cool when
they went to dance.

Jeremy was so happy at the entire evening and he was almost bouncing as
they entered the club. He knew that dads would not be there and neither
were Eric and Tom. So to begin with, they sat at a table by themselves
until a couple of guys that Jeremy knew came in and they joined them. It
was just good conversation with a few jokes and then the music
started. Jeremy grabbed Timothy and had him really moving on the dance
floor. It was fast and fun. Some really smooth moves. The guys were
laughing and breathing hard when a slow piece started up.

Jeremy grabbed Timothy and pulled him tightly to himself. He could feel the
heat and sweat on Timothy. It felt wonderful to Jeremy. He was finally able
to dance and know that this guy was his now. They could enjoy themselves
with no other agendas or pressures of time and consequences. Jeremy was so
happy that he lifted his head off Timothy's shoulder and when Timothy
looked at him, Jeremy kissed him with a dreamy, lost in the moment look. He
felt Timothy pull him even tighter in the magic of the moment.

The dance came to an end. Jeremy loosened his hold enough to look at his
guy. "I would like to go home now."

"I can only hope that it will involve things that we mentioned earlier."

Simple reply, "Yep!"

They took a little flak from the guys for leaving early. Somehow their
explanations of a long, hard week and fatigue just didn't go down with the
guys. There were many other suggested reasons for their leaving that left
the guys smiling and slightly red in the face. It was good natured and the
guys really appreciated the friendship that was behind the kidding.

They were walking on air outside the club but were brought down quickly by
a tough looking guy muttering under his breath, fucking queers. They
stopped holding hands and simply told each other to shut up and walk
away. It was a good warning however and both would remember it.

It certainly was forgotten when they walked inside the condo. It was hard
to tell who grabbed who first. They ended up with Jeremy against the wall
of the entrance area of the condo. He was being pressed hard against it as
Timothy smothered him in kisses.

Jeremy, "Hey, it was supposed to be me who had something to say to you.

"Oh, you weren't fast enough. You'll get your turn."

Both had a dreamy look in their eyes as the walked with arms around each
other down the hall talking about all that had happened since they had
arrived home earlier in the day.

They undressed each other. It was Jeremy's turn. He pushed Timothy onto the
bed and jumped on top of him. Timothy tried to struggle loose but Jeremy
was just too determined. Finally, Jeremy raised himself on his knees and
elbows.

Looking down at him. "One of the best nights in a long time. You are
amazing. You have come more alive with every day that we have been
together. I love hearing you talk to your sister and to my dads. I kept
telling myself after meeting you at the wedding, one step at a time, maybe
it won't work out and look at what has happened."

"So you like cute little me just a bit more each day?"

Some how the atmosphere had changed. Timothy reached up and pinched one of
Jeremy's nipples. "You bugger that hurt."

Jeremy forced himself between Timothy's legs. He ran his hands through the
hair on his thighs and then pulled the hair, hard.

The fight was on as they pinched and pulled each other until they were
rolling on the bed laughing.

Timothy finally grabbed Jeremy's ass and manhandled it with his clenched
fingers. "I told you that I had designs on this tonight.

"Not going to be so easy." Using an old wrestling trick, he managed to turn
Timothy over and started to lick and then bite his ass cheeks. Then his
tongue went up and down the crack until it was wet and glistening in the
light of the room. Jeremy pulled the hair on his legs more gently.  There
were curses and then moans and sighs from Timothy. Timothy turned his head
to look at Jeremy. Jeremy gave him an evil grin and stuck his own finger
his mouth until it was wet. Then he very slowly lowered it and carefully at
first, pushed it in slowly and when he knew that he could, he shoved it in
quickly and worked it over his prostate.

Several minutes later, Timothy yelled, "Oh shit ... the lube ,,, in me
... fast." He was almost panting.

Jeremy got off the bed and got the lube. He stood in front of Timothy and
slowly lubed himself. "This seems to be a change in your plans. Now what it
is exactly that you want me to do?"

"Fuck me! I want you so badly. Do it!"

And so that is exactly what Jeremy did. He was gentle at first but then he
became rougher and more physical. Timothy spurred him on with his hands on
Jeremy's ass making him go harder and faster. He could tell from the look
on Jeremy's face that he was close and so he used his old trick. He put his
hands between them but this time he was exquisitely gentle as he massaged
first his balls and then using two fingers stroked him as he went in and
out.

Jeremy groaned and then went rigid and started pulsing in Timothy's
body. Jeremy's face radiated absolute pleasure until he lowered himself to
kiss his lover. He stayed in Timothy until Timothy used his fist to start
himself shooting between them. Jeremy looked down at his guy as his face
too showed the incredible emotion and absolute pleasure of his release.

Both guys lay there hardly believing what had happened between them. It was
if for a short time they had become one giving each love and
pleasure. Neither wanted to talk so they just held each other and kissed a
final time.



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