Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs – Ch. 6
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2020 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Six – Sometimes,
You Just Want To Eat At Home
"What's the expiration
date on a crush?" Mike asked with a long sigh.
On the other end of the
phone call, Jared matched his with one that spelled compassion. It was only
natural for Mike to go complaining to him since Jared surely had some kind
words for him.
"Go have fun, Mike. I
feel guilty that I can't come with you so that we could party as usual.
Actually, I could call Chris --"
"No, listen, Jared. It's
okay. We went last night for drinks, and it was all fine. I'm not going to take
over your Saturday, especially since you have a date with a super guy."
Jared made a small sound
like he was melting. "I know how you hate being on your own. But you're cute
and young, and there are many guys out there. I know that the last time I told
you to go out on your own, you practically ended up --"
"Sucking off my boss,"
Mike completed Jared's words, but his voice was dreamy, not self-deprecating as
he aimed for.
"Right. But I think the
best remedy is to go dance with some hot guys, take a few phone numbers, and
see where the night takes you."
"You are so optimistic
about my chances to get some hot guys' phone numbers. But thanks for your trust
in me, J. You're the best friend I could ever hope for."
"I haven't asked you.
Have you seen Ryan after he came down to your server haven?"
"Just from afar. I
promise I wasn't stalking him or anything!"
"I wasn't accusing you,"
Jared replied, obviously surprised.
"Ah," Mike groaned, "I'm
in so deep. Why do I have to fall for impossible guys?"
"When have you ever
fallen for such guys before?"
"In my dreams," Mike said
promptly.
Jared laughed. "It's okay
to fantasize. But don't lose yourself in such a habit. It could be quite
dangerous."
"So, are you trying to
tell me that it's fine if I dream of my boss?"
"If you can't help it ...
But please go clubbing. And yes, I know what you'll say, even without Adrian
and me. Even if you go to the club, stay for one hour, and then go back home,
it will still be a win. At least, you won't be by yourself, moping around."
"I guess that's true. But
I should think of going to another club. Jimmy might still want to kick my ass
over that Gino thing from last week."
"I told you, Mike.
There's nothing to worry about. You can go to our usual spot. The only thing
you should worry about is them proposing you to get into a threesome."
"Would a threesome heal
my broken heart?"
"No," Jared said
promptly. "Please don't tell me you're even considering it."
"I wasn't. Well, if Jimmy
won't kick my ass, then I'll go for one drink. He might not even be there. If
I'm lucky."
"Hey, have a little
faith."
"Wait, how do you turn
down an invitation to a threesome?"
Jared laughed. "Just say
that you believe in monogamy."
"What if they get into a
debate and come strong at me?"
"Hmm." Jared seemed to
ponder. "You can lie, then. Tell them your boyfriend is jealous."
"Ah, so I managed to get
a boyfriend between last Saturday and this one. They won't buy it."
"I should point out some
things. One, the chances that some strong debate over the delicate subject of
threesomes would occur are slim. Two, you almost did get yourself a boyfriend.
It just wasn't meant to be."
Meant to be. Somehow,
those words felt cruel to Mike. Jared wasn't at fault, of course. But that
evening with Ryan had been perfect. It had felt like something meant to be. And
Mike was a bit afraid that such things were unlikely to happen too often to
someone like him.
***
Mike took place at the
bar, trying to appear relaxed and in the mood for fun. He knew it quite well
that his tries wouldn't fool anyone, but the lights were dim, and people were
too busy seeing about their night that they couldn't be bothered to observe one
awkward guy.
"Just the man I was
hoping to see."
Mike looked up and forced
a smile. If anything went wrong, he could always blame Jared. No, he would
never do that. Going to a different club seemed way too intimidating, so he had
settled for their usual spot, as Jared had said.
"Hi, Jimmy." His voice
was so low that Jimmy had to lean over the bar to catch his words.
He waited. If Jimmy
wanted to curse at him, he was welcome to do it. Despite what Jared and Adrian
had said, Mike still had his doubts that the cute bartender would be okay with
his boyfriend sleeping around, and especially with someone Jimmy had
practically invited because he had taken pity in.
Jimmy offered him a smile
from up close. Then, he suddenly closed the distance between them and kissed
Mike quickly.
"Wow, what was that for?"
Mike asked, his voice even meeker than before.
"You looked like you
needed it. So, you just ditched me and Gino that time, huh?"
Mike fidgeted in his bar
stool. "I had no idea he was your boyfriend." That excuse was lame, but also
true. "I'm sorry." He looked down and linked his fingers, to stop his
nervousness.
"I am the one who's
sorry. I should have come clean and tell you my boyfriend and I both wanted to
get to know you better."
Mike's head snapped up.
"For real?"
Jared and Adrian had told
him this much.
Jimmy smiled at him. Some
client shouted something unflattering at him. He flashed an apologetic smile at
Mike. "Be right back. Here, something to keep you busy." He placed a drink in
front of Mike.
"I'm paying for it this
time," Mike said, but Jimmy was already gone.
It wasn't such a bad idea
to have a drink. At least, he could work a little on calming his jitters while
Jimmy was busy with the other patrons and their parched throats. Was Jimmy
going to propose that kind of arrangement? Nah, probably that ship had already
sailed, and the previous Saturday had been the only chance for Mike to do
something so wild.
He hoped Jimmy wouldn't
say anything. Things were completely different from the previous Saturday. Now,
there was Ryan on his mind and, as helpless as it was, the idea of cheating on
him with an adventurous couple made up of a cute twink
and a handsome alpha top was torturing him already.
Wasn't he getting ahead
of himself? Jimmy had a handsome man like Gino in his bed, and Gino already had
a cute twink as a boyfriend. He didn't need a lesser
cute one.
He was still debating
over his shortcomings when someone took the seat next to him. "How are you,
birdie?" The husky voice made Mike sit straight in his bar stool.
"Oh, Gino, hi." He threw
some desperate looks toward Jimmy, but the bartender was still busy and quite
far away from them to be easy for Mike to call for him, without appearing
hysterical.
Mike let out a small gasp
as a firm hand rested on his back and began to massage his tense muscles.
"You know, I wondered why
you took off like that."
"Ah, well, I just
remembered that I was busy ... preparing ... um, something for work," Mike
blurted out the last words.
"On a Saturday night?"
Gino appeared genuinely disoriented over Mike's lie. "Hey, listen, we wanted to
have some more fun with you."
"Jimmy is your boyfriend,
right?" Mike asked, trying to sit in such a manner so that Gino would take his
hand off his back. Gino didn't appear to take the hint.
"Yeah. We've been
together for six months or so."
"And is he really okay
with, you know?"
"Yeah, sure." At least
Gino understood what Mike was talking about and didn't make him say the words
out loud.
"But, he's cute."
"He is."
"Cuter than me."
Gino laughed, and this
time, he moved his hand only to sling one arm over Mike's shoulders and pull
him close. "Two cuties are better than one."
Oh, fuck. Here came that
debate about threesomes. What was he supposed to say? His mind was blank.
Automatically, he reached for his glass and downed it all down.
"Wow. Thirsty?" Gino
laughed.
Jimmy finally made it
back to them. He kissed Gino on the lips, not quickly, as he had done with
Mike, but long, sweetly, and lingering. Then he noticed Mike's empty glass,
and, without even asking, he brought a bottle and filled it.
"Thanks," Mike said
politely.
"So, Mike, do you have
any plans for tonight?" Jimmy asked, after bringing Gino a drink, too.
"Not really," Mike
mumbled, realizing too late that he would have better come up with a lie.
"Then let's have some
fun. You guys sit here and get to know each other a little more while I'm
slaving for the man. Just make sure that you keep something for me, too."
Before going away, Jimmy
kissed Gino again, and then Mike, too, this time, sweetly and lingering, just
the same as he had done with his boyfriend.
He was in deep, deep
trouble. Mike reached for his glass and drank some more. As soon as he let his
glass down, Gino turned toward him and grabbed him, pulling him into a kiss.
The tongue in his mouth was firm and persistent, and Mike should have felt like
his entire world was tilting on its axis, but it was nothing like that.
Instead, the kiss just triggered other memories, such as soft, gentle lips
searching his and giving him an internal orgasm without his even being touched
anywhere else.
No, he couldn't think of
Ryan. Ryan was off-limits. Ryan was his boss, his gorgeous, awesome boss, a
handsome sexy man that had arrested his soul and his mind.
So that very moment, Mike
decided that maybe Jared was wrong. Maybe having a threesome was a good idea.
***
Jared stole a quick look
at Chris across the table and looked back at his plate. He had put on the
effort for tonight, getting a casual suit and tying his hair into a discreet
ponytail, trying to minimize his usual looks in exchange for something that
should work better for dinner in the company of a man such as Chris.
Chris caught his eyes.
"You seem a bit stressed out. Is there something bothering you?"
Jared just shook his
head. He was not usually this nervous. He had been on dates, but right now, he
was, indeed, stressed out. If someone were to ask him, he couldn't have said
what was wrong. Maybe he still felt out of his league. The restaurant was
lovely, and Jared was glad he had dressed up or else he would have looked out
of place. There was even subdued classical music filling the air, spread
through invisible speakers.
"This place is really
nice." He studied his fork, trying to avoid Chris's eyes.
"I have a feeling I've
overdone it. If you want us to go someplace else, please, just tell me. I want
you to feel at ease."
"Oh, no, this is really
nice." Jared knew that he had just said that.
Chris sighed. "Is the age
difference bothering you? Is this place making it obvious?"
"No, it's --" If he said
once more that it was nice, he was officially stupid.
"You clearly were more at
ease while we walked in the park or at the gym. I didn't mean to take you out
of your comfort zone."
"It's not like that.
It's, um," Jared struggled to find the right words, "I guess I'm a little
overwhelmed."
Chris sat back into his
chair. "I knew it. Let me call the waiter with the check, and we'll be out of
here in a minute."
"No. I wouldn't want
that. It would be like ruining the date, right?"
"The only thing ruining
the date is my poor choice for a restaurant."
"I could have said
something when you sent me the list of alternatives. Maybe it's time I grew up
a little."
Jared pushed the food on
his plate mindlessly as he talked. There was also the other issue he needed to
bring up, and he didn't know how to do it without sounding like he was accusing
Chris of something. He had visited Adrian's doctor, and, although he told
himself there was nothing to worry about, he still felt a little bad over being
reckless.
"Look, Jared," Chris said
and put one hand over his, the one that just lay on the table, doing nothing.
"Reeves, fancy meeting
you here!" Someone called from their right.
Chris withdrew his hand
quickly and welcomed the man addressing him. "Porter, what's bringing you
here?"
"I asked first," the
newcomer said in a playful voice.
Jared took in the guy. He
was showing his age, unlike Chris, and seemed in his late forties. The business
suit couldn't conceal his considerable girth, but he appeared to be laid back
about his weight and not at all bothered by it. He had the look of someone who enjoyed
the fruits of successful endeavors in more ways than one.
"I've been relocated for
a while," Chris finally replied. "Business is going crazy."
"You're telling me? I'm
just in passing and saw that this place had glowing recommendations. What are
you guys having?"
Jared felt strange as
Chris's acquaintance studied him briefly. He wondered whether Chris would
invite the man to join them, turning that Saturday evening dinner – which was
supposed to be romantic – into a business meeting.
"Actually, we were just
leaving," Chris replied.
Jared observed his date
carefully. Chris appeared detached, but his right hand that had held his only
moment earlier appeared rigid like its owner didn't know what to do with it.
"That's too bad. What
would you recommend? I hope you two aren't leaving because of the food," Porter
joked.
Chris offered a few
suggestions affably, but something in his countenance told Jared that he was
almost ready to bolt.
"Hey, how's Andrew?" For
some reason, Porter stole a glance at Jared while asking that.
"He's fine," Chris
replied. "Oh, so sorry, I haven't introduced you two. Porter, this is Jared, a
young and very talented photographer. This old goat here is an old friend of
mine."
Jared shook Porter's
hand, and the sensation that something was wrong came washing over him. What
sort of introduction was that? Could it be that Chris was in the closet, at
least, to some of his friends?
That was a reasonable
explanation. He replied politely to a few questions regarding the city that
Porter addressed him while Chris hurried the waiter with an impatient gesture.
***
Just for how long was
this guy going to insist? Adrian stared in annoyance at the list of unanswered
phone calls from Edward. No texts, though. It seemed like Edward was bent on
having him answer his phone, and there was no other way he would accept as a
means of communication.
He also had the habit of
calling at the same time every day. Was Edward secretly a robot? Adrian was
tempted to think of him in all the unflattering colors possible since Edward
was, after all, guilty of seeing through him and quite fast.
Adrian liked to think he
was an uncomplicated guy. But he was entitled to his secrets, and he didn't
want to have them exposed. For days, he had thought about that fucked up way
their fucking had ended, with Edward guessing right away that Adrian had been
thinking of another dude during sex. At first, he had blamed himself. Then his
anger had turned against Edward for meddling where he wasn't supposed to.
Whatever. The chance was
lost. Edward would eventually take the hint and stop calling. And, in the
meantime, Adrian had no time to waste with stupid things, like reminiscing the
past and wondering if Alexander hadn't fucked him up good for all eternity.
Adrian was in no mood to visit some shrink and listen about how his inability
to commit was rooted in a broken heart. He wasn't made for that kind of stuff.
He knocked on the door to
the posh townhouse and waited. Maybe he didn't attend parties as sophisticated
as whatever Edward was used to, in the company of other rich perverts like him,
but he could score some more bizarre experiences for himself without pretending
to be the hottest stuff that ever walked the earth.
"Wow." The slim brunet
standing in the doorway and wearing nothing but a vaporous see-through threw
him an appreciative look. "You look better than in your profile pictures."
"Thanks."
The brunet made a small
sign with his chin and stood out of the way, allowing Adrian to come in.
It was like walking into
a fantasy, Adrian thought as he didn't hesitate to stare shamelessly at the
naked bodies populating the gorgeous living room. There were probably a few
places in the world, let alone in the city where there could be such an
impressive concentration of hotties per square
foot.
The beautiful brunet
snuck one hand around his waist. "Hey, everyone. Can I have your attention,
please?"
Those who weren't already
looking at Adrian with hungry eyes turned toward him.
"We have Adrian here, and
guess what? He's our guest of honor."
The audience started
clapping right away, and there were small murmurs of appreciation, and a few
little delighted laughs.
"Can I offer you a drink,
handsome?" The host offered, but Adrian shook his head.
"I'm ready if you guys
are."
"Nice," the brunet
replied and dragged Adrian to a lavish armchair, after helping him out of his
jacket.
Adrian plopped down on
the armchair and smiled at his host, who got on his knees fast and began
pulling down his jeans after a short struggle with the fly. He winked at him as
the young man gave a long seductive lick to the entire length of his cock.
"Remember, boys, play
nice," the brunet said as he turned toward the room. "Each one with his condoms
and don't try for seconds until everyone got some, got it?" After that, he
addressed Adrian again. "So, are you up to the challenge? There's only one of
you, and ten of us."
Adrian nodded with a smug
grin. "Come and hop on my dick, and you'll see how up to the challenge I am.
Are you going to be the first?"
The brunet threw him a
flirty look. "I wish. But I have the reputation of a perfect host, and that
means that my guests have priority. Just make sure you can still keep it up by
the time I'm coming for you."
Adrian grabbed a handful
of the host's ass. "I will."
"Excellent. Then I should
let you prey to these fiends now."
A tall blond with languid
eyes came to rest on Adrian's knees, straddling him. He had a throaty, sexy
voice. "You're new. I haven't seen you before."
"Ah, I just thought I
could try this."
The blond got busy with
Adrian's cock, wrapping it quickly in a condom. "Viagra? So nice and hard."
"Please don't insult me.
I'm all-natural. You're enough to make me hard."
The blond flashed a
perfect smile at him. Adrian caught him by the waist and bit on his chest
playfully, making him gasp. He could hear squelching sounds as the blond was
preparing himself. Adrian didn't allow him much leeway and pushed him down on
his cock. The pretty young man seemed used to such treatment and began bouncing
up and down happily.
Adrian tried to grab the
also bouncing cock, but the blond slapped his hand away. "I'm all hands-free,
honey."
The squeeze on his cock
was delicious, but Adrian found his mind doing tricky things. His cock twitched
the soonest he let his mind wander. Only that right now, he wasn't thinking of
Alexander and his betrayal, but of Edward, and that thought unnerved him
nonetheless.
There was no need for him
to think of Edward now. He was in a room filled with beautiful bottoms, and all
wanted a piece of his cock. What need did he have for a sophisticated man who
played games with his mind and with his body?
Being the main course at
a reverse gangbang party was all Adrian needed to get himself cured. All he had
to do was to focus on giving and receiving pleasure while playing with
beautiful men who weren't Edward.
The blond gasped and
played with his tits while he fucked himself into Adrian's cock. He had no
trouble keeping it up in a place like this. With a last long moan, the blond
began shooting from his cock, spreading juice all over Adrian's t-shirt.
He should have taken it
out. But it was okay either way. The blond stood up and kissed Adrian on the
cheek. "Thank you, sexy. If there's still something left in your balls by the
end of the night, I'll come to suck you dry."
Adrian just patted the
young man on his behind. Two other beautiful boys materialized next to him and
playfully pushed the blond away. Their Asian features made them look like China
dolls.
"Are you going to tag
team me?" Adrian joked.
The new guys didn't offer
an answer, but one gracefully hopped on the arms of the armchair and pushed his
cock into Adrian's face while the other was busy replacing the condom on his
cock. So tag team it was. It was pleasant to fill his mouth with a small pretty
cock while his own was given the royal treatment.
His cock hardened as his
mind flew back to Edward. What taste did his cock have? Just remembering the
way Edward had laughed while letting Adrian have a small whiff of his manhood
made him shudder in unexpected pleasure. The guy feeding him his cock moaned
prettily, probably thinking he was the reason why Adrian reacted like that.
He reached between the
young man's buttocks and began fingering him. At the other end, the second guy
was happily milking Adrian's cock with his ass.
"This guy is so good.
Such a hard cock." Adrian heard the two exchanging impressions while using him
as a sex doll.
Well, it was what he had
signed for, right? He let go of the cock in his mouth and watched, amused as
the guy just slid himself into his friend's cock.
"You guys seem to be
enough for each other," Adrian commented, as now two guys were bouncing up and
down in his cock, but he was just fucking one.
They laughed. The one
getting fucked replied. "My friend here is afraid of a big gun like yours. So
I'm here to encourage him to try it."
Adrian had a feeling the
two beautiful boys just wanted a bit of spice. But he was okay either way. He
wasn't there to judge.
When they both got up,
they were satisfied, and Adrian's t-shirt had gotten some fresh new marks of
victory.
The next contender looked
down at Adrian. Even naked, he looked like he had style. Also, he had an
attitude to go with that. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you expect me
to hop up and down your dick like these silly rabbits?"
The haughty attitude made
Adrian's cock perk up again. He hadn't come once, so maybe it was time, by
number four, to allow himself that. Although he was there to provide
entertainment to these hungry bottoms, there was no rule against seeing about
himself and his needs, too.
"What position would you
like, princess?"
A small huff was the
initial reply. "Guess."
Adrian stood up and got
rid of his jeans and footwear. Then he walked around the young man and then
grabbed him by the nicely styled hair. "I'd say you'd like to be taken on all
fours," he whispered into his ear.
This time the reply was
an appreciative moan. Oh, so that was the little masochist in that soup. Adrian
pushed him down and slapped his ass, making him push it up lasciviously.
"Is that all you got? I
must warn you. I won't let you be until my ass is all red."
So the little masochist
didn't mince words when it came to what he wanted. Adrian obliged and smacked
his behind a few more times.
The host hurried by his
side and helped him change the condom. "Lube?" he asked.
So far, the others had
dealt with that on their own. The current one didn't appear to care. Obviously,
even the host was at his beck and call. Masochist or not, he was pretty
dominant in attitude.
The host offered him a
half-smile. "He lubed himself." His voice dropped a little lower. "Make sure to
give him a few slaps from me, too. He's just such a diva."
Adrian just nodded.
"Damn, why the hell are you this tight?" he shouted as he sank into the perky
ass, now a lovely shade of pink from all the slapping.
"Because I like to feel
something, not like the other loose holes around."
Now Adrian knew why the
host wanted this one to get spanked hard. He totally deserved it. Therefore, he
got to work, sparing nothing. His cock was hurting a little, and it was clear
that the guy had used only maybe half the lube needed, but Adrian's reputation
was at stake. He pounded that ass hard, making sure to slap it, too, with all
his might.
They even had an
audience, as the others had gathered closely, curious about what was going on.
Some even cheered Adrian on, and a few also came to touch him and caress him.
The problem was that all
that, while he could appreciate it for what it was, didn't help him allow his
mind to wander. Or maybe, it was a blessing, because he didn't need to come
while fucking a guy and thinking of Edward. It would have been too much of
history repeating.
Also, the other problem
was that the stubborn masochist seemed no closer to getting off, either. That
left Adrian no choice. He grabbed him by the hair hard, and then he used his
other hand to sneak it under and pinch the guy's nipples, hard.
"Hey, did I tell you to
touch my tits?"
Adrian grinned. "No, and
I don't care."
"You don't care?" The
haughty attitude seemed to melt a little.
Adrian could only
congratulate himself for guessing right.
"Yeah. I don't give a
damn. So go ahead and shout at me while I'm getting my fill from you."
"Spank me more, please."
"No way I'm going to do what you want." Adrian let go of the guy's
nipples and just made his head turn for a kiss.
Everybody cheered, and
Adrian could feel the lithe body under him surrendering to the spasms of
orgasm. He continued to kiss him as the young man turned limp into his arms.
That didn't last long.
His partner pushed him and then walked away, with his head high. "Seriously, I
think this guy is nothing special."
Everyone laughed.
Obviously, Adrian had played his hand right. Mr. Haughty Ass had gotten his
just desserts.
The host hurried by his
side. "That was super cool." He was extra careful when removing Adrian's
condom. "Hey, you haven't come yet. Are we not pretty enough for you or
something?"
"I'm here to give you
satisfaction, right? Then that's what I'm going to do," Adrian replied. "And
you're all pretty. It's not that."
***
Four more drinks down the
road, Mike was still struggling with the idea that he wanted to get into that
threesome with Jimmy and Gino. They weren't talking, he and Gino, busy only to
down drink after drink, and kiss. From time to time, Jimmy floated to them with
a friendly jab and a bit of kissing of his own, reminding them not to go too
far, in a flirty, joking voice.
"I think I need the
bathroom." Mike got to his feet.
"Want me to join you?"
Gino asked, getting close and nuzzling his neck.
"No. I mean, Jimmy would
be upset," Mike added quickly.
"I have a great rebound."
There was a promise in
Gino's voice, but Mike pretended he didn't get it. "I'll be back quickly."
He cursed to himself as
he almost stumbled and fell face forward as he took the first step. Gino caught
him and laughed.
"I'm fine. I'm fine."
He was anything but fine.
Right now, he needed to get away from Gino and the looming threat of that
threesome. Before Ryan, he would have thought that fantasy come true. Not that
he would have taken up on such an offer. Now, he needed to. Now, he needed to
forget about Ryan.
Right. It was all Ryan's
fault. Mike felt pissed all of a sudden. He went directly into a stall and
locked himself inside. He didn't need the bathroom so badly. It was just that
he needed to get away a little.
He put down the lid and
sat on it. It was all Ryan's fault. Yeah, that was such a relieving thought. He
wasn't at fault. Why should he be? Ryan should have known better. The nerve on
him, to come down to the servers and mess Mike's head like that!
And Mike had had to
apologize. For nothing! Sometimes, things needed to be set straight. Mike
pulled his phone. Although he had promised himself that he would delete Ryan's
phone number, he hadn't gathered the courage to do it.
With one deep breath, he
started typing.
"I'm not the one who should be sorry. You
should be sorry."
Sent. Mike stared at the
screen. Was he really doing this? Maybe Ryan didn't understand, or, right now,
he was pretending not to, since there was no reply.
"You should be sorry for being so handsome.
Really, who talks like that? It's like you're from a hotline ad or something."
There was still no reply,
so Mike felt courageous. He began typing again.
"You should be sorry for messing me up. FYI,
two hot men are waiting for me right now so that we could have a threesome. A
threesome, do you get it? I shouldn't be thinking of you!"
Damn. Gino and Jimmy were
really waiting for him. He would have a threesome, a nice little threesome, and
then go home and still think of Ryan. Mike felt miserable.
"So you're not saying anything? I guess for you
it was just another blowjob. But for me, it wasn't. For you, it was just
another Monday night, going around seducing the shy and nervous type. What did
you even mean by that? Shy and nervous is nobody's type! I will go and have
that threesome now."
Mike made one hand into a
fist and pushed away the few tears threatening to fall. His phone ringing made
him jump to his feet. Without even thinking, he answered.
"Mike?" Ryan's voice came
through, authoritative, and impatient.
"Yeah." Mike froze, all
his courage from before gone. He would have expected a battle of wills via
angry texts, but not a phone call. He should have never taken that call. Too late
now.
"Are you drunk?"
"Probably," Mike mumbled.
Oh, shit. He had just
drunk texted his boss, the same guy he had a huge crush on. Not even Jared
would forgive him now. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He sat
back on the toilet. Now, he needed to start apologizing. His hands were cold,
and there was sweat on his back.
"Where are you?"
"Some club."
"Name, address, your
exact location."
Mike didn't even stop to
consider why Ryan wanted to know that. "I'm in the bathroom."
"Stay there. Don't you
dare get out of there and go with those people. Understood?"
"Yes." Mike swallowed
hard.
He would get fired while
sitting on the toilet, in a club, on Saturday night.
***
Jared waited patiently
for Chris to say goodbye to his friend since Porter seemed to have more
questions. Under the pretext that he wanted a bit of fresh air, he had gone
into the street and now was studying Chris through the glass doors. There was
wariness in how he held himself, and Jared felt a bit guilty. Could it be that
something in how he looked or talked made Porter suspicious? But it was not
like he and Chris had done anything to draw attention to themselves.
Chris seemed relieved as
he walked into the street. "That was an old friend," he said apologetically. "I
certainly wasn't expecting to meet him here, of all places."
Jared said nothing as
they walked side by side. There was a distance between them and not just a
physical one. Jared hated it, especially since he was under the impression that
Chris was trying to make things work, and he was the one blowing things out of
proportion, even if only on the inside.
"May I ask you something,
Chris?"
"Sure."
"Does your friend know
you're gay?"
Chris felt silent.
Jared hurried to talk. "I
know that my friends and I are all out and proud as they say, but it's okay if
you're not. It would be nice to know, is all I'm saying."
Chris drew a long sigh.
"You're quite sharp. I guess I assumed that the chances to run into someone I
know would be slim. I guess I was wrong. Wait, is this blowing off my chances
with you?"
Jared shook his head.
"No. I just noticed how tense you were when your friend came by our table. I
wanted to know why. And don't worry. I'm not going to annoy you with advice on
how you should tell everyone and blah-blah-blah. You must have your reasons."
Chris chuckled and put
one arm around Jared's shoulders. "For someone as young as you, you're quite
wise, Jared."
Jared felt warm and
snuggled closer to Chris. "Then it's okay if we engage in such public displays
of affections? You're hugging me."
Chris looked at him, and
his eyes were smiling, too. "I suppose it's okay to
take risks, sometime."
"Okay, but please don't
let me be your downfall."
"You couldn't be." Chris
leaned in for a kiss.
Jared enjoyed it, despite
its brevity. "Can I ask another thing?"
Chris was still close,
and they were looking into each other's eyes. "Anything you want, sexy."
"Who's Andrew?"
It was just for a split
second, so Jared thought he must have imagined it. Chris's smile faded only a
fraction. "A close business partner. Porter knows him well."
"Ah, it's all business
with you people." Jared shook off any awkward sensations as Chris's smile
returned in full force.
"Quite boring. Which is
why I want to drag you to my lair so that I can finally have my fill and some
fun."
He just needed to put his
mind at rest, Jared thought. The only one messing the date was he, with his
suspicions. From that moment on, he planned on switching off the part of his
brain, always looking for problems. He was in the arms of a handsome man, and
he would have fun, no matter what.
***
After number five, the
pretty bottoms became a blur for Adrian. He had a recollection of having taken
a cute Latino on his back directly on the floor, and of another in nothing but
a cowboy hat and boots who had jumped up and down his dick like he wanted to
win the race, as well as of the group of three sweet friends who used both his
mouth and his cock switching between them and giggling all the time.
And by the end of all
that, his cock was still hard, and Adrian was pretty sure that he could hammer
nails with it and wouldn't feel a thing. On the other hand, the others seemed
quite satisfied as they lay on the lavish sofas, fanning themselves, laughing,
and drinking pretty pink cocktails. So at least there was that.
The host came to take it
by the hand. "Saving yourself for me?"
Adrian smiled at him.
"You bet."
A short musical laugh was
the only reply. The host dragged him out of the living room and into a small
alcove with a love settee by the window. With another giggle, he pushed Adrian
down and began licking his cock up and down.
"What's your name?"
Adrian asked.
The host shook his head.
"No names. You know the rules."
"You know mine."
"That's because we need
to know who we fuck. But every one of us likes the illusion of sharing a
beautiful sexy stranger for a night of hot, anonymous sex."
"You make it sound like
you have more to gain than the lucky fuckers like me who get the chance to
stick it into some of the sexiest asses in the city."
"We do," the host
replied. "We are all friends, and having this particular experience to share
only makes our bond stronger. There are no jealousies."
"Whatever floats your
boat," Adrian said with a small shrug. "So don't you want me to fuck you, too?
Like I fucked your friends?"
"Am I not good at sucking
your cock?" The brunet cocked his head and stared at him.
"You're great. But I feel
like fucking."
"Should I hope to succeed
where all my friends failed?" The host stood up gracefully and removed his
see-through.
Adrian didn't reply.
Instead, he reached for the other and pulled him into his arms. The rich
ringlets of hair were soft under his fingers, and he took pleasure from kissing
him. The young man was eager, pliant in his arms, and Adrian felt that he
needed to make that beautiful face transfigure with pleasure.
The brunet pushed himself
down fast on Adrian's cock. It was clear that he had waited for that moment,
kindled by watching his friends getting fucked, growing impatient with each
orgasmic cry filling the room.
That should have been
enough. Each one of the other nine young men Adrian had fucked tonight should
have been enough. Yet, still, his cock was hard, and it was relentlessly doing
its job, stuck at a threshold, with no possibility to soar higher.
His grunts and moans were
now dipped in frustration, and his partner slowed down. "Am I being too
impatient? Do you want me to do something different? No matter what you want, I
will try to make it happen."
Adrian didn't reply and,
instead, dragged them both on the soft carpet. He moved his hips, pounding hard
into the other. The brunet's faint cries turned delirious. Blunt fingers were
digging into Adrian's back, leaving marks, without a doubt.
His partner turned rigid
into his arms for a few moments, and Adrian was sure fresh stains on his
t-shirt would be there as soon as he unglued himself from the other.
He stood back, looking
down. With precise moves, he tore the condom from his cock. "Where should I
throw this?"
His host sighed and took
it from his hand. "You're an amazing lover, Adrian. But do you mind me asking?
Why are you here?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
There was a small
reproach in the kind eyes inspecting him. "The only obvious thing is that
whatever you want is not here. Or whoever you want."
"Everyone's a psychic
these days." Adrian got up.
"I will bring the rest of
your clothes." The brunet slid out of the room almost without a sound.
He came back quickly,
though, carrying Adrian's jeans, jacket, and footwear.
"Was I bad, after all?"
Adrian asked. "I see that you want me out the door."
His host just shook his
head gently. "You were the best in a long time. Everyone agrees. But I don't
want you on my conscience. Who knows what may happen to your beautiful cock if
you don't come at all?"
Adrian laughed. Under any
other circumstances, he would have had the time of his life. He took the jeans
and began dressing up.
"I will ask for your
t-shirt, though."
"It's night. Are you
worried someone might see me wearing a t-shirt all covered in spunk like this?"
The brunet laughed.
"Let's call it a little souvenir. We are entitled to one, aren't we?"
Adrian laughed, too.
"Here." He took out his t-shirt and threw it to his host, who caught it deftly.
He was busy putting on
his socks and his shoes when he felt a gentle touch on his back. His host was
busy wiping him with a towel. He allowed it, as the other moved to wipe his
chest, too.
"Normally, you would
shower here, but only after we got to come on you a few times. However, I can't
allow that kind of treatment toward a man who's already taken."
Adrian snorted.
"Whoever that man is,
just tell him he's lucky to have you," the brunet whispered in his ear.
"Lucky? I'm at some crazy
reverse gangbang party."
"And yet, you didn't come
once. I'd say that's a pretty huge commitment."
"Commitment, right."
Adrian knew not to
overextend his welcome. His host gave him a sweet, lips only kiss, before
sending him on his way.
***
"Wow, your apartment is
amazing. O.M.G., the views!" Jared hurried to the floor to ceiling windows and looked
down. Everyone appeared so small from there.
Chris pulled him close
from behind. "Tonight, I am going to fuck you against this window while you
look down at the entire world."
Jared shivered slightly
and leaned into the embrace. "Promise?" he asked teasingly.
Chris was about to reply
when his phone went off from the coffee table where it had been abandoned.
Jared hoped Chris would ignore it, but instead, he released him from his arms
and went to get it. Even with his back at Jared, he appeared tense.
Jared could bet he was
frowning. Chris turned to him with a strained smile. "Make yourself at home.
I'll be with you in a minute."
With that, Chris marched
out of the large living room, taking his frown and phone with him. Jared began
looking around the place, taking in the post-modernist paintings on the walls,
the minimalist, but expensive furniture, and the few business books on the
coffee table.
Chris emerged back into
the room. "I am so sorry, Jared. It's an emergency, and I need to take care of
it."
"It's all right," Jared
said. "We could meet at another time."
To say he was
disappointed was an understatement.
"No." Chris seemed
categorical. "Let me take you to the bedroom."
What for, was the
question on Jared's lips, but he followed nonetheless. Chris proceeded to take
his jacket, taking him by surprise. And then he pushed Jared toward the bed.
"But your emergency --"
"I'll take care of it."
Chris arranged a pillow at Jared's back and then planted in his hand a remote
control. "The TV is there. I have all the streaming services, browse, binge
watch, do all you want. I'll also take your shoes."
Jared said nothing, lost
for words, as Chris took care of taking off his shoes, one by one.
"Feel free to undress if
you feel like it. I would love to come back and find you naked in my bed."
"Is your emergency going
to take long?" Jared asked, finally regaining his voice.
"I will make it as short
as possible." Chris kissed him quickly. "And since I suppose you're considering
it, you're not allowed to leave. That's why I'm hiding your shoes," he added
playfully.
"All right," Jared said
and smiled, too. "I guess that's what I get for dating a hotshot financial
advisor, right?"
Chris offered him an
apologetic smile. "I can barely wait, Jared," he said and kissed him quickly
again, before disappearing through the door with Jared's shoes in his hand, as
promised.
***
It was way past two a.m.
when Adrian got in front of his building. Preferring walking to riding in a cab
home, he hadn't even felt that he only wore his jacket over his naked skin. A
bit of fresh air was supposed to clear his head, but his head was anything but
clear by the time he reached his neighborhood.
Was he now – what? – in love with Edward? That couldn't be. The idea was simply
ridiculous. They barely knew each other, and it wasn't the same thing as what
had happened with Alexander. Not that he was still in love with Alexander. He
was in hate with him if that was a thing.
He was lost in thought,
but even like that, he could sense a foreign presence close by. The streets
were supposed to be deserted at that hour, at least in that neighborhood.
Otherwise, it was Saturday night, and everyone was out, partying downtown.
Adrian raised his eyes
from the sidewalk. Leaning against the door of a dark vehicle that looked
elegant and expensive in the street lights, was no other than the man
responsible for his inability to come, not even once, tonight, while in the
company of the sexiest bunch of bottoms around.
"You're not taking any of
my calls," Edward said, instead of an introduction or a greeting.
"I'd say you should take
a hint." Adrian tried to ignore the unwanted visitor and headed toward the
entrance.
Edward was quick to cut
his way. "I could, but I won't."
"Look, I've just got back
from some crazy reverse gangbang party where I was the top, all the bottoms
were top-notch, the most delicious things you've ever seen, but I didn't come,
and now I have a bad case of blue balls. So, if you'll excuse me, Your Majesty,
I need to go and put my balls on ice. Unless you want to hold them for me,
please don't let me keep you."
What on earth had urged
him to be that honest, Adrian couldn't say. But it felt good to dump all that
surely unwanted info on Edward so that everyone could let him fucking be.
"I would hold them, but I
have a better idea."
The reply took him by
surprise. He was only inches from the door now. "Are you going to keep your
chauffeur sitting here while you come up to nurse my balls?"
Edward offered him a thin
smile. "I understand that your balls are in a not so great condition, but I was
unaware you needed prescription glasses. I came by myself."
Adrian only then looked
at the car and noticed that there was no one in the driver's seat. "At least
that means that you're a bit human," he said, mostly to himself. "You know, not
getting the poor man out of his bed on Saturday night, while you're on some
wild goose chase."
Edward caught up with him
and grabbed his arm somewhat hard. "Let's see what damage you've done to
yourself tonight."
"I was kidding," Adrian
said, realizing too late that maybe honesty wasn't that good, given the
circumstances.
"You need a bath," Edward
said airily. "You don't have a t-shirt on, and you stink of other people."
"No shit, Sherlock,"
Adrian replied.
Nonetheless, he allowed
Edward to push him inside and then inside the elevator. On their way up, Adrian
stood at a distance from his visitor and tried to ignore the eyes scanning him
without one trace of guilt.
"Haven't you seen people
before?" he asked in an irritated voice.
"We'll have a good long
talk, Adrian. But after you take a bath and of course, after you come."
Adrian grimaced. He had
had plenty of reasons to come tonight. It wasn't like he wanted to give Edward
satisfaction by coming at his hand. Was that what Edward was thinking? A handjob? It seemed like a lousy appetizer, compared to the
five-course meal he had been presented earlier that night.
"I think that boat has
sailed. I got my dick to calm down, and I don't want to start all over again,"
Adrian said.
The elevator
stopped.
"We'll see about that. I
told you, Adrian. No blue balls while you're in my care."
Adrian shrugged and took
out his key. Edward waited patiently for him to get inside. He didn't even
follow and just stood in the door.
"Are you coming or what?"
"I was waiting for an
invitation," Edward said.
"You already invited
yourself over minutes ago. Come in and stop playing. I don't think I'm in the
mood tonight."
Edward walked in without
another word. Adrian would have taken a bath anyway, but it annoyed him to no
end that Edward thought he was in charge. Abruptly, he began shedding the few
clothes he had on, throwing them all over the place.
As he turned, he was
shocked to see Edward out of his suit jacket, and now carefully unbuttoning his
shirt.
"What are you doing?"
"I would not want to wet
my clothes while I'm tending to you."
"I'm not a baby. I don't
need tending."
So what now? Did Edward
want to baby him, wash his back, and all that? As much as Adrian tried to
convince himself that he was displeased with the idea, his cock had a different
opinion. With a sigh, he looked down at what used to be his best friend.
"Your cock seems pleased
with the prospect."
Edward continued to
undress, placing his clothes in a neat heap on the sofa. Adrian watched him as
off went the pants and the underwear, too.
What was about this man?
Tonight, Adrian had had the chance to fuck a bunch of gorgeous bottoms, with
perfect bodies, perky butts and lips to die for. But, as he stared at the shiny
chestnut waves of Edward's hair, his angular features, his thin lips curled
into an all-knowing smile, Adrian knew there was no one he would have kissed.
Edward had a slim waist
and beautiful lean muscles, but he couldn't have held a candle to the youthful
beauties Adrian had had tonight in his arms. Edward was nice looking. Those
guys were gorgeous. They were exuberant and willing, and they wanted sex just
because. There was nothing of Edward's complicated games in them. Or maybe,
Adrian just wanted to believe that there was a more significant contrast.
No matter how and why, it
was still Edward he wanted to bend from the waist, and penetrate until his cock
was deep inside, pound and crush under him. The small calculated gestures, the
perfectly brushed hair, the inherent restraint that seemed to be that man's
true nature, he wanted to crush all that.
Without thinking, he
walked toward Edward, but he was stopped by a hand on his chest. Edward moved
his head away when Adrian leaned in for a kiss. "I believe you should brush
your teeth."
Maybe he was a masochist
deep inside, Adrian thought without one trace of humor. He wanted, truly
wanted, this guy who loved to put him down like he was some rabid dog. The
funny thing was that he couldn't find it in him to be mad.
"It's not like anyone
came in my mouth," he argued, just for the sake of pretending that he didn't go
down without a fight.
"But you did have their
cocks in your mouth," Edward pointed out right away.
So like Edward to say
that. Predictable. All right, predictable was fine. But there were other issues
that Adrian wanted to say that he could predict how they would find a
resolution. "My cock hurts now," he complained.
"Let's go." Edward pushed
him gently, placing one hand on the small of his back. "I told you you're in my
care. This little slip-up of yours doesn't mean much. We'll talk."
Adrian didn't oppose any
resistance as he was guided around as if that wasn't his home. He leaned
against the door as Edward fixed his bath, his eyes wandering down the curve of
that shapely ass, between the thighs, where he could catch a glimpse of a pair
of heavy balls, maybe not as big as his own, but still close.
Tonight, Adrian had
fucked guys barely past their adolescence, seeking a thrill. They had been soft
and pleasant, but Adrian didn't want that. He wanted something hard and harsh,
muscles that could fight him, a man who could stand up to him and challenge
him.
With a small grunt, he
brushed one hand over his cock. Yeah, what his cock wanted was right there.
That reminded him that he needed to brush his teeth. He went to the sink and
began, without throwing another look at Edward. If he watched any longer, he
would need to rub his cock and finally make it spit.
"Get in," Edward said
shortly.
"Are you getting in with
me?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Can we make it less of a
game and more of a real thing?"
"You're right."
Now that wasn't expected.
Adrian looked at Edward, searching his eyes. His guest was frowning a bit, and
then he reached for Adrian and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"A bit of toothpaste."
Adrian climbed into the
bathtub, thankful for having a large one that could accommodate two grown-up
men without a problem. Edward climbed in, across from him, but he took the soap
and began to wash Adrian's chest.
"Tell me about your night."
Edward's hands were
efficient. They didn't stop to caress or make that erotic. Adrian knew,
somehow, that Edward must have been upset with him. Yet, even that, the fact
that Edward was pissed, was good.
Adrian exhaled and
allowed Edward to knock himself out. He grunted shortly when a hand reached
between his legs. His silence should have been enough of a reply.
"Get up and let me wash
everything."
Adrian obeyed, acutely
aware of how Edward was facing his cock, and then when he turned, his ass. This
time, the hands lingered, soaping his cock from behind, pulling at it and
stroking it.
"Are you going somewhere
with this?" Adrian couldn't believe how low his voice was as he spoke.
"I am upset with your
little running around," Edward said matter-of-factly.
"Are you sure? Could've
fooled me," Adrian murmured.
"So, if you want me to
make you come, you need to offer something, too."
"Sure," Adrian agreed,
his eyes on the wall in front of him. "I could jerk you off, too. Or I could
suck your cock."
"No. You'll accept my
fingers in your ass."
Adrian chuckled. "Some
might say that you have an anal obsession."
"In your case, I do. What
is it going to be, Adrian?"
Edward's hand was moving
slowly on his cock, knowing what it needed and stopping only a little short of giving
everything.
"Sure, why not?"
He expected Edward to
gloat, but nothing like that followed. Instead, soapy fingers began pushing
against the tight ring of his hole, threading lightly, but insistently.
Adrian rested his arms
against the wall and put his feet apart to allow Edward to do his thing. The
hand on his cock was heaven, moving now at a steady rhythm, one that was no
longer just teasing.
At the same time, the
fingers in his ass weren't progressing too far, just probing around. But Adrian
knew what Edward wanted. It wasn't a waste of time, either. Adrian enjoyed
having his prostate stimulated, just like the next guy. The trouble appeared
when someone wanted to put his cock inside him. That was where he drew a line.
That he couldn't allow.
Edward flexed his fingers
for the right angle and began moving, making Adrian gasp in pleasure.
"Faster, please," Adrian
begged.
Edward obliged, and now
the hand on Adrian's cock was squeezing a bit more, but getting faster and
faster. Adrian could hear his voice, ragged and gone, and he began moving his
hips to meet the rubbing of his cock and then the fingers pressing against his
prostate at the other end.
When he shot, it was one
of the best orgasms in his life. A bit limp, he let himself down into the
water. Edward took him into his arms and kissed him on the forehead.
Adrian wouldn't have it,
though. He turned his head and forced Edward to accept his kiss. Knowing well
he was superior, in terms of physical strength, he didn't have to work much. Or
Edward was in the mood to let him win tonight.
Yet, the aristocratic
lips pursed, without letting him in easily.
"What?" Adrian growled
impatiently. "I brushed my teeth, I cleaned my mouth, the only thing I didn't
do is floss, so what's the deal?"
"I am still upset."
"Tough luck. Me too."
"You? Why would you be
upset?"
Adrian pondered for a
second. Edward was close to him, clearly not wanting to push him or himself
away. "That time. It wasn't your fucking business."
Edward chuckled, and
Adrian felt his annoyance growing. "It wasn't – let me phrase this as you did –
my fucking business that you were pounding into me while imagining you were
having sex with another?"
"It's nothing like that.
You didn't stay so that I could explain."
"I don't think you wanted
to explain anything, Adrian."
"True. But I don't want
to fuck that guy. It's just that I can't help it, and I do think of him once in
a while."
"When you fuck."
"When I fuck."
"And did you think of him
tonight? At your little party?"
Adrian wasn't sure if he
could read Edward right. The last word had been thrown with a bit of hostility.
Could it be Edward was jealous? The thought made him laugh.
"Well?" Edward insisted.
It was funny how they
stood in hot water, Edward half wrapped around him, and they somehow managed to
fight.
"No, I didn't think of
him."
"Hmm. Lying doesn't suit
you, Adrian. I'd rather know who my rival is."
"You arrogant asshole."
Adrian laughed and kissed Edward hard on the lips. "I thought of you. I didn't
want to think of you. The problem was as soon as you came to my mind,
uninvited, by the way, I was about to cream. And, since I didn't want to do
that, I tried to push you away, hence my blue balls situation."
Edward sighed. "So, you
had the decency to treat those partners of yours at that party and not come
while thinking of another man, but you didn't care to offer me the same
respect?"
There was still some
lingering upset in Edward's voice, but it was thawing slowly. "What can I say?
Your ass that time was much better than all the asses I had tonight. So I
couldn't help myself."
"Liar." Edward chuckled.
"Now, let's get out of the bath. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold. Plus, we
need to have that talk."
"Later." Adrian pulled
Edward to him and bit his lips. "First, I want you."
"Aren't you a presumptuous
little shit?"
"Wow, Your
Majesty. Make sure you don't bite your tongue. Who knows what might happen?
You're the one saying that you want to tend to me. One handjob
is not tending. It's a pat on the back."
Edward threw one look
over his shoulders and appeared to observe something. "Your drying cum on that
wall says it was more than a pat on the back."
Adrian laughed. "Let's
say you just popped the cork. Now I want the whole enchilada."
"And if I say `no'?"
"Are you going to say
`no'?" Adrian liked the slippery feel of his hands on Edward's skin. The
position was not ideal, but he could still make his intentions known.
"No."
"Then why waste time with
what-ifs?"
"You always have an
answer ready," Edward said, a bit reproachful.
"I told you, Your Majesty.
You might have met your master in me."
"Might."
Adrian knew Edward was
flattering him with some obscure purpose in mind. But he loved the game, so he
stood up and pulled Edward to his feet, too. "Here." He took Edward's hand and
placed it on his cock. "I'm not mincing words and wasting time. I want you like
I haven't wanted someone in a long time."
"So, are you trying to
tell me I'm better than those perfect bottoms you met tonight?"
"Your Majesty, do I smell
a whiff of insecurity? I thought you were above that."
"It's just an assessment
and nothing else."
"Have it your way. Now
let's take this to the bedroom. And it's a good thing no chauffeur is waiting
for you. I would have felt like a prick for holding him up all night."
"Do you expect me to
spend the night?"
"Yes. I'm going to chew
your shoes if you don't plan on staying."
"Just like a dog
possessive of his master," Edward teased him. "All right. But we will still
have that talk."
"Yes, the talk. Whatever
that is. We'll have it. Sure. Now give me a real kiss."
Edward grabbed him by the
hair hard. Well, at least now, his annoyance was manifested not through
resistance but aggressiveness. And that, Adrian could appreciate.
TBC
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