Date: Mon, 03 Feb 2003 00:39:08 +0800
From: paul sung <psun@hotmail.com>
Subject: New York IV

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After the dishes were cleared and my parents had gone for a late-night
show with Amy, I finally made it back upstairs to my apartment after
sending them off. It was easy enough to say that dinner had been a
smashing success. After all, my parents had hit it off with Frank - heck,
they clearly adored Frank Ricci and he'd readily offered to show them
around the city starting tomorrow. It should have made me feel guilty at
my deception but all I felt was an overwhelming sense of relief. All I
had to do right now was to find an excuse for Frank to miss his
appointment with them. After all, I doubted very much that he'd want to
continue in this charade for more than a day.

Quietly opening my front door, I walked down the hallway to the living
room and saw Frank standing alone by the windows, next to the window
seats. My own apartment certainly didn't have the spectacular view that
he had but at least it wasn't directly facing another block of
apartments. He was looking more serious that I'd ever seen him, his
handsome face sober and stern as he stared out the window at the streets
in front of my apartment building. A glass of wine in his hand completed
his ensemble and I had to admit that he looked quite a sight standing
there brooding to himself. A dark, sexy modern Heathcliff.

It was times like this when I wondered whether I really knew him at all.
The laughing, flirting man that I knew certainly wasn't this sober,
serious guy, the man who was known in Wall Street as the man with the
Midas Touch. The man who wheeled and dealed successfully with the sharks
of commerce.

Hearing my approach, he looked up, the stern look fading away, replaced
by a soft smile. "Are they gone?"

Since I had arranged for the late-nght show and confirmed the arrival of
the taxi, I could confirm the fact that they wouldn't be returning.
"Yeah, they loved you. I doubt they could ask for a better son-in-law. If
they could, they'd exchange their own son for you. Thanks."

"No problem." Lifting his glass of wine, he took a quick sip. "Your
parents are great."

That was something that I'd never doubted. They might be as spontaneous
and reckless as they come but they were wonderful parents. Although they
had been disapproving of my alternative lifestyle previously, they had
warmed quickly when they had met my supposed life partner. Of course I
seriously doubted anyone else would have managed to gain their approval
in such a short time. "Yeah, I know."

Gently placing his glass on the window sill, he turned to face me with a
sharp glint in his eye. "But it's time to pay the piper."

I knew that time was here and I steeled myself. What humiliating thing
did he have planned?

Seeing the defensive look on my face, he laughed. "Don't worry. It won't
hurt. Much."

"What do you have in that diabolical mind, Ricci?" I was aprehensive now
and it probably showed. Deciding to sit while he told me of his
diabolical plan, I made myself comfortable on the seat facing the
windows. "Nothing illegal in fifty states, okay."

That quick charming smile flashed for a moment before he turned serious
again. Turning away from me, he stood up and paced up and down along the
windows. "Frank, we've known each other for almost six months now."

That sudden comment threw me off and I wondered where he was going with
that. "Yeah, what about it?"

Stopping his slow pacing around the room, he paused and looked at me
closely, his deep blue eyes pinning me to the seat. "Do you find me at
all attractive?"

It was the question I never seriously thought he would ever ask. Was the
answer ever in doubt? The windows were behind him and they made the
perfect backdrop for him, standing there looking strong, handsome and
incredibly earnest. My heart stuttered. "Yes, of course I do. Everyone
does. What does all that have to do with.."

"I'm getting to that." He waved me off. For the first time since I'd
known him, Frank Ricci looked almost unsure of himself. Filled with
nervous energy as unlike the calm, confident man I thought I knew.

Evidently deciding to take another stroll around my room, he started
moving, talking to me all the while. "We've known each other for six
months. Ever since that first day, we've clicked. I know we have. Perhaps
it is different for you but I don't think I've been as close to anyone as
I have with you. I've shared with you some things that I've never even
told anyone. Shared feelings that I've never thought I had. You wonder
what I'm getting to? It's simple, Frank, I am very interested in you."

The last words echoed in the stillness of the room. I didn't even want to
think about that. Was he going to make another pass at me tonight? After
all that had happened, I doubt I could resist him tonight. Just one
lascivious wink and I'd have leapt at him like a lust-crazed nympho.

In his relentless journey around my room, he came to another stop, this
time just a few feet in front of me. Going down on one knee, he met me at
eye-level, his blue eyes searching mine. "Look, all I'm asking for is
this. Give me a chance, Wu." he said softly. "Just one chance."

"A chance?"

My innocent look didn't exactly fool him. He looked at me quietly. "Don't
pretend you don't understand me."

The man knew me far too well. My hands were starting to tremble and I hid
it under a pillow. "This is very sudden."

"It is not and you know it," he answered matter-of-factly. "If I'd had my
way, we'd have been busy these past six months banging each other's
brains out."

The vision had my pulse leaping. "Get real."

Sensing my own nervousness, he leaned forward and gave me his 1000-watt
smile. "Don't you find me attractive?"

"I think you already know that answer, stud boy." He was so close that I
could just stick my tongue out and lick his full bottom lip. As I didn't
want to face such temptation, I leaned farther back into the sofa.

The smile didn't fade. "I do know that you find me attractive. That's why
I find it hard to understand why you keep telling me no. I knew my
reputation scared you off so I decided to give you time to know me first.
To see that I wasn't quite the bastard I was reputed to be. I think you
should know me well enough by now."

For a moment I stared in surprise. While I'd always thought of him as a
pretty intelligent man, I never really expected him to notice that I'd
had a crush on him as wide as Nebraska. It was clear that he'd known all
along so I didn't find it hard to speak plainly. "You aren't a bastard
but your reputation doesn't lie all that much. I don't want to be another
notch on your bed, Ricci. Your Mr Monday or Mr-Weekend-Fling or
something. The man you dump the morning after."

"It's not going to be that way," he said in protest.

"Bill. Andrew. John. Steven. TJ." From memory, I rattled off several
names I'd heard linked to his. Funny, come to think about it. It wasn't
that long a list but then again, I couldn't name all the nameless men
he'd probably fucked before. And according to the rumours, the numbers
were legion.

It certainly wasn't a point that he would ever admit. "Fine. I admit that
I haven't been very good at relationships. For the record though, I dated
all five men and only slept with three of them." Frank confessed,
spreading his hands wide as if showing me he had nothing to hide.

"Only three in the past few months?" I said skeptically.

His blue eyes flashed. "Contrary to popular belief, I am not the playboy
man-slut you guys think I am. If I fucked around with that many men, I'd
be dead exhausted and worn down to a nubbin in no time."

"How should I know? I certainly haven't seen it." The words left my mouth
before I realized I'd put the thoughts into words and my face flamed.

Seeing that I hadn't stopped him yet, he decided to take the advantage
and pressed forward. "I've given you plenty of opportunities to find out.
I assure you though, it ain't no nubbin."

Even now, there was activity going down in his ample crotch and I could
definitely see that it wasn't a nubbin. Not that I could help it, the
man's jeans were so tight, I could already trace the outline of his hard
cock snaking down his left leg, backed up by a pretty hefty package of
balls. My mouth watered and I could already picture myself down on my
knees freeing his package with my teeth on his button-fly.

Oh God, this wasn't going well. This wasn't supposed to happen. At the
end of this farce, I was just supposed to shake his hand farewell and let
him leave footloose and fancy-free as he always did... certainly not
indulge in fantasies about Frank's ample endowments. Shaking my head to
dispell his charm, I looked back at him and promised to maintain my gaze
above his neck at the least.

He had noticed the direction of my gaze earlier and flashed me a ready
grin, his eyes dancing. "Do I meet your rigid standards, Michael?"

His smug smile pricked my ready temper. "Yes, I know you've got a big
dick, Ricci. I have always known - and so do half the male population of
New York."

"You know that's not true." As calmly as possible, he flatly denied it
though I could see the heated sparks of the Ricci temper flaring behind
his heavy-lidded eyes. Usually extremely cool-headed, he kept a bubbling
pot of emotions seething just underneath the surface. Since I'd known
him, I'd seen the Ricci temper explode at least twice. Each time, I had
been within the disaster area but I had thankfully remained unscathed
since I had not been the recipient.

"I've seen the men you date." And died of jealousy each time they came
by, all slicked up, gorgeous and oozing with sex appeal. Determined to
rattle him, I decided to go for broke. "When was the last time you had
sex?"

"Define sex," he challenged me.

I let out a groan.

Seeing my predicament, Frank decided to take pity on me. "Six months
ago."

"Six months? You're joking." It had to be a lie. Hadn't I see him with
that hunky heartthrob not too long ago? And not too far back, with the
blond Swede with the biceps? "But you dated that model, Marcus barely a
month ago!"

"I'm glad you noticed but it wasn't a date. It was business. He's
endorsing some of my products and I took him out to finalize our deal. We
had dinner. He offered more. I refused. We went home. In separate
vehicles, I might add." Seeing my surprise, Frank leaned back on his
haunches and raised a dark brow. "Why are you surprised? As I said, I
don't exactly have sex on a daily basis, or several times a day like you
guys would like to think. I'm not some inexhaustible sexual animal,
Michael."

His proper, dignified speech ended with a wolfish smile and the now
familiar flash of heat in his blue eyes. "Though I could be. With the
right man."

His sweet words had me melting and I shook my head. "It's not that
simple."

Letting out a sigh, he dragged his hand carelessly through his glossy
black curls. "Look, all those men - not that there were all that many -
it's all in the past. You can't throw my past affairs at me. I wouldn't
say they don't mean a thing to me but I will say that they're definitely
behind me. In the past six months, I've looked at no other man but you.
That's the truth, Michael."

The sincerity in his voice was something that I couldn't dispute. Since
I'd known him too, I'd never seen him lie outright to my face either.
Sure, the man might be a shark in the business but he could never tell a
straight lie to his friends since he had never felt the need to lie.
Racking my brains to recall, I suddenly realized that it just might be
true that he had't seen any one else and I felt my heart constrict.

"Trust me?" His big blue eyes pleaded with me and he held out a hand to
me.

Leaning forward, I caught hold of one of his large hands. Though his hand
was larger and stronger than mine, my hand fit in perfectly. "Frank, I do
trust you - or at least I am trying to. But it's not only that. What
would happen to us?"

"You worry too much," he remarked, giving my hand a warm squeeze.

"What if we didn't work out? I don't.."

My stammering only led to him laughing at me. "What if the world were to
end tomorrow? What if my stocks were to go tumbling down and leave me
penniless? What if you turned straight? What if my hair were to fall
out?" Gently mocking me, Frank replied in a sing-song manner. "What if!"

The teasing failed to make me smile. "But I-"

Without warning, he suddenly pulled me into his arms. And though I put up
an initial struggle, he held tight and those steel-like bands he called
arms didn't budge even a little. I decided to let him have his way - for
the moment at least. My acquiescence made him smile. "Look, there are too
many what ifs in the world for us to worry over, my lil worrywart. I know
my track record with my relationships hasn't exactly been the best but
then, I've never felt as much for them as I do you. I'm willing to give
us a chance. Why won't you? I thought you wanted to be more of a
risk-taker like me."

A moment ago, I'd put my hands up to at least maintain a distance between
us but now they were pressed tight against the solid wall of his pecs.
And I found that I didn't want him to stay far anymore. "I don't want to
risk something as important as our relationship, Frank."

The answer evidently pleased him and he ran one hand up my spine, making
me shiver. "It's not a risk, I promise you. I'm not asking for your hand
in marriage, a house in the suburbs with white picket fences and a dog
named Boo. Not yet anyway. I just want us to have more than friendship.
We've come this far, isn't it time to see if we might have something
more?"

"But-"

"Let me finish," he said in his low, commanding voice which I'm sure had
his various lowly minions in Ricci & Co. leaping to obey. Contrary as I
was, I was tempted to do just the opposite but the gentle look on his
face stopped me. That look of love had come back into his face, the look
I'd seen earlier during dinner. Oh God, it wasn't an act. "Let me raise
the stakes for you. I've waited so long to say this but maybe it's time
you heard it from me. Michael, I -"

It was the words that I'd wanted to hear but I stopped him, pressing my
finger on his lips. Having the words spoken would change everything
between us. "Don't."

Gently pushing my hands aside, he spoke firmly and quietly, his gaze
intent on mine. "No, you listen. I love you, Michael."

The words hung in the air, almost palpable between us. If I could reach
out and hold those words for eternity, I would have. It was more than I'd
ever dreamed of. And so unbelievable I expected to awaken from this weird
dream. "Y-You don't."

"Arguing even now. Stubborn bastard," he muttered with a shake of his
head. Seeing my mulish expression, he sighed and pulled his hands away to
shove them in his pockets. "Look, Michael, we've been living in each
other's pocket for the past few months. We're practically living
together. If you're not in my apartment, I'm in yours. It was calculated
on my part since I do want to be with you and I want people to know we're
together. Everyone can see it. All our friends can see it. Why can't you
see? Is it so hard to believe that Frank Ricci could have a heart after
all?"

The sudden sadness in his eyes was more than I could bear and I laid a
hand on his brawny forearm. "Frank.."

He turned to look at me. "Just say yes. Try it. It's not that difficult.
Forget all the worries, all the doubts. Don't think with that damned
logical brain of yours. It's very simple. I love you. I want us to be
together."

And I realized that it wasn't all that difficult. A flash of realization
came to me. The man of my dreams was mine for the asking. Just like that.
A man who'd planned for the past six months, who'd even dreamt of a house
in the suburbs and a pet. There was still the niggling worry about the
future but I pushed it aside for now. Since when had I ever failed in one
of my plans? Damn it, like everything else, I'd make it work! I'd make
this relationship work.

So for the first time in my life, I decided to let fate have its way.
After all, fate had gotten me this man. "You do realize that if you ever
stray, I'd come after you and that big dick of yours with a very sharp
machete?"

His blue eyes widened with surprise at my answer but he rose to the
occasion with remarkable calm, even grinning foolishly at me. "Planning
to keep an eye on me?"

My eyes narrowed in warning. "Under lock and key if need be."

It was obvious that I was giving in and he couldn't help smiling. It was
the best smile yet. "I wouldn't take any less."

"It's not that easy, Ricci." My conditions weren't over yet and slowly, I
went down on my knees next to him and rested my hands on his broad
shoulders. "The white picket fences scare me to hell and the dog has to
change its name. I couldn't live with a dog called Boo."

"When you make up your mind, you're scary." Tilting his head to look at
me, he shook his dark head. "Anything else?"

"That's it. And Frank? Yes."

"Really?"

My arms went around him and this time, I pulled him close. All 6 feet
plus of sweet, wonderful manhood. My hands roamed the large, firm expanse
of his back assuring myself that this was real. "Yes, dummy. Let's take a
chance. I want to see where this leads. By the way, you're still on
probation though."

"Spank me hard if I go bad," he murmured as he leaned closer. His dimples
sprang to life, bracketing his wicked smile.

His male scent filled me and I drank in deeply, sighing as I did so. Sure
of their destination, my hands crept down the curve of his spine to rest
on the perfection of his tight glutes. They were just as incredible as
I'd imagined. "You bet your sweet ass I will, Ricci."

"I'm counting on that." His whispered words sent a thrill to me even as
his lips did a number on my earlobe. "You're trying to fit me into your
plans now, aren't you?"

It was my turn to smile. He knew me well. "I love you, Frank."

Pulling away to look at me, he nodded quietly. "I know."

"And you'd better live up to my expectations tonight."

He smiled, the devil in his eyes. "You bet your sweet ass I will."

And that was the last thing we said for the next little while.