EasyRory
JUB Addict
Chapter Twelve
The trio finished interviewing Tin Man's candidate and faced a quandry. They had interviewed five people and found four perfect choices for three jobs. Both Janice and Charles, the insiders' picks, were perfectly competent and seemed compatible. Doug, Lisette's fellow student, was competent as well as unattractive, which, from Tom's point of view, was an asset in a situation full of straight women. Shelly, Tin Man's choice, was eccentric in looks and dress but equally promising. Only the G.W. student had been a disappointment.
“Should we treat it like musical chairs? The last person to arrive tomorrow is out of luck?” Lisette was already calculating the odds on who would arrive late. “I bet it's Shelly Burningbush. She seemed a little slow off the blocks. And why would you change a perfectly decent name like Bernstein to Burningbush?”
“What if we divide the hours by four and hire them all as part-time?” Tom proposed. “That way if one is a dud we don't have to recruit. We could just put the other three on full time and dispose of the corpse.”
“Don't tell them the plan. You could trigger assassinations,” Gantry joked.
“You're probably right. It'll be our secret.”
Lisette made an X on her lips and placed her hand on her heart. “Plans inside of plans. I'm going to put this in my CIA application.” Gantry and Tom both looked at her, unsure of whether she was joking.
Lucky called and Tom put him on a speaker. “Hope you don't mind being public. I've got a pile of stuff in my hands.” It was a very small pile, the five interview files, and Tom winked at his co-conspirators.
“I wondered when you were going to make your choice.” Lucky tried not to sound overly eager but failed.
“We've made it.” Tom offered no details.
“Um, good, then ... When are you giving them the news?”
“There's good news and bad. We're going to take four of them; the guy from G.W. didn't seem like a fit. We're going to start out with a thirty hour week, though. I think the three of us need the extra time to audit their work, at least initially. No point to an inventory if it isn't a good one.”
“Thomas, it's really a pleasure working with a professional. I think you're the best outside contractor we've ever had.” Lucky didn't mind buttering people up. You never knew when it might pay off; and, besides, it didn't cost him anything.
Tom looked at Gantry as he turned off the phone.
“He's on the phone to Janice now, giving her the news and taking total credit for her hire. He'll like Shelly, since she is an apparently straight woman. And he'll like the guys, neither one being much competition for the gals.” Gantry paused and sipped her coffee. “And I think he actually likes you, Tom. He's not a complete idiot.”
“Oh, wow. This is all going into the application. Gantry, you should think about a different line of work.” Lisette smiled in admiration.
“What about gay marriage, Rawson? Are you against that?” Matt felt he had to address the political issues he thought were important. Rawson was so close to perfect, otherwise. They sat on the sofa in the dacha.
“Gay marriage? I don't know. It's not my issue.”
“How can it not be your issue?” Matt asked, sounding almost exasperated..
“I don't plan to get married,” Rawson stated, as if that answered the question.
“It's an arbitrary and pointless denial of rights, whether or not you plan to exercise them. It's a discriminatory and unequal application of the law.” Matt was unable to understand Rawson's density on the point.
“We could pass a law giving everyone the right to fly, but what would that do for you if you're not a bird? That's the way the opponents think. They just don't think gay marriage is a real concept. It would be like gluing paper wings on a turtle, throwing it off a building, and hoping for the best.”
“That's absurd. They're religious nuts.” Matt was disgusted.
“I'll admit that the opposition seems to have religious motives and I don't think the arbitrary morality of one religion or another should ever rule the political process. Western history says that mixing religion and politics is a disaster.”
“So, isn't that a reason to ...”
“It's like capital punishment, Matt. It's just not my issue. I don't care which way it goes. I'm not persuaded by the moral arguments of the case – for or against.”
“So your not opposed to gay marriage; you just don't give a shit?”
“Most of the laws regarding marriage were written to protect children and dependent spouses. If gays are going to adopt children – and they are doing so – I believe those children should be protected, just as the children of a straight couple are protected. If one partner in a gay relationship is dependent on the other, and that is their agreement, then there should be some definition of that partner's rights. So I can see a legitimate need for some legal arrangement; but I don't care whether that arrangement is called marriage or not.” Rawson picked up Matt's hand and held it gently, admiringly, feeling the strength and the warmth as Matt squeezed back.
“Hmm … Well, alright. I guess that isn't so bad. But what about all those right wing religious nuts? That's what I don't like.”
“All extremists are totalitarian at heart, whether they call themselves left or right. To me, the only sensible path is the broad middle. I consider myself a centrist.”
“So Mike's right ... as usual. You're not really Republican.”
“I say that I am, and I agree with them on most economic issues. You can't get hired in this town unless you declare one way or the other. Maybe in the future I can shed the label, but I don't have enough of a reputation yet.”
Matt lay his head on Rawson's shoulder. “I didn't mean to interrogate you.” He felt Rawson's kiss against his hair. “And I need to show you I think about more than my career in pornography.”
“It wasn't pornography, Matt; just poor taste on the director's part. You can ask me anything. If I can't explain myself to you, I probably need to work on the explanation more.”
“I'm very comfortable with you. Not just the sex part. I mean all of it.”
“I don't want to push too hard, Matt. You know I'm nuts about you, but I think I'm a little ahead of where you are.”
“I'm catching up, Sunny.” Matt looked up at Rawson and welcomed the kiss.
Matt knew he had a huge crush on Rawson and that the sex was the best he'd ever known, but would it go beyond that? He wasn't sure and shouldn't even have joked with Mike about 'falling in love'.
He felt Rawson sucking on one of his fingers and looked at him. Totally relaxed, lying back on the long sofa, Rawson was sucking on Matt's index finger as if it was candy. Matt straddled Rawson's thighs and sat looking into his eyes.
“I had an Indian friend who said we should meditate looking at our reflections in each other's eyes ... that our expressions would tell us what to do next. No, Sunny. You're still looking at me. Let my face melt away and look at your own face in my eyes.”
“All I see is you.” Rawson pulled Matt closer and kissed him.
Things flowed naturally from there. They didn't need any tantric meditation. Matt helped Rawson pull his shirt off and threw it on the floor in a pile with his own and then went back to exploring with his mouth and hands. He listened to Rawson moan when he sucked on his nipples. Rawson stretched his body out and Matt could feel the developing erection grow. He slid to the floor and knelt between Rawson's thighs. They exchanged a glance that amounted to permission and Matt undid Rawson's belt, waist band, and zipper. He reached into the plain white boxer's but couldn't work Rawson's cock free. He impatiently and roughly pulled at the clothing. Rawson lifted his hips to help and the clothes slipped down his legs and off easily. Matt placed his hands on Rawson's thighs and leaned forward.
The swelling cock bounced with each beat of Rawson's heart. Matt took it in his hand and squeezed, forcing what looked like a dewdrop from the head. He licked, tasting the salt; and then licked more wetting the shaft before taking it into his mouth. He heard Rawson sigh and felt his legs tremble with growing tension. Matt held the now rigid cock in his hand stroking slowly while he lapped at the tightened testicles, making the scrotal skin wrinkle as it pulled even tighter. Matt continued licking, covering everything in front of him. He felt more precum ooze out, wetting his hand, making it slick as he continued stroking the straining cock.
Rawson gasped with surprise when Matt raised his legs and moved lower, licking and sucking, probing until he reached the pucker.
“OK? OK if I do this?” Matt asked.
“Anything ... anything,” Rawson was breathing hard in anticipation of the unknown. “Are … are you gonna fuck me?”
“If you ask me to,” Matt smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring and then resumed rimming.
“You can, if you want.”
“No. You have to ask.” Matt wet a finger and massaged Rawson's hole while he resumed sucking his cock. Rawson seemed really close to cumming so Matt dialed things back. He lay on top of Rawson's torso and looked at him, seeing the barely focused eyes searching his own. A gentle kiss, another, then a harder kiss with a little bite at the end. The words were barely audible, made with breath not sound, “Fuck me.”
“I can't hear you.”
“Fuck me,” Rawson said aloud, more urgently.
“No.” Matt went back to kissing him and then licked his nipples.
“Why not?”
“You don't know what you're asking for. It hurts.” Matt wet a finger and gently pushed it into Rawson's asshole.
Rawson grimaced, sucked in a breath, and held it trying to contain the pain he was feeling.
“See? I told you. It hurts.” Matt pulled his finger back but not all the way out while Rawson gasped trying to get used to the intrusion. His legs fell limply to the floor and Rawson's ass closed tightly on Matt's finger. Matt pushed and pulled gently, causing a stimulus from presence and pressure without actual friction. “My cock's a lot bigger than that finger.”
“I want you, Matt. I really do.”
“I know you do, but you're not ready yet. We need some lubricant. I don't want to rip you up on your first try.” Matt withdrew his finger and moved up for more kisses.
“What kind of lubricant?”
“Anything that will make my dick smooth and slick. It will be lots easier for you.”
“I have some pre-lubed condoms,” Rawson offered.
“Not good enough for the first time,” Matt cautioned.
“Why are you being so careful? Why don't you just do it? I'll survive.”
“You would, but I don't want to just use your ass to jack off in. I want to make you like it and I definitely don't want to hurt so you'll never try it again.” Matt explained.
“Matt, your dick isn't that big. I'm not going to need surgery when we're done,” Rawson sounded impatient and then suddenly uncertain. “Will I?” he questioned.
Matt didn't answer him; instead he resumed sucking on the unsatisfied cock and left Rawson's ass untouched.
“Wait!” Rawson got up and went into the bathroom. He reemerged after a few seconds and said, “Come to bed.” Matt climbed in with him and with a big smile Rawson produced a small tube. “Cortisone cream. How's that for a lube? It would heal any damage done – all in one step.”
“Lie face down,” Matt said and proceeded gently, massaging and kissing. He rolled on the pre-lubed condom and smeared a lot of the CortAid cream onto and into Rawson's asshole. He lay on top of Rawson and maneuvered his cock into position.
“You're heavier than I thought,” Rawson said a little nervously. He sucked in his breath as Matt penetrated; but the discomfort was manageable. A big slick cock somehow wasn't as bad as the finger had been. “Go ahead, do it, Matt.”
Matt began a gentle motion. In. Out. It felt great and his passion increased. “This position should be easiest for you. I get the least penetration this way.”
“I don't want the least penetration,” Rawson said. He wiggled out from under Matt and rolled over. “I want you in me.”
Missionary position produced pain but also passion. Matt came first and then stroked Rawson off. Rawson came while Matt's softening cock was still inside him. “Lie still,” Matt whispered and went to get a towel. He returned to the bed and wiped up the remains. “I don't think I've ever seen this much come.” He folded the towel so the wetness was inside, put it on the floor, and crawled back into bed alongside his amazed partner. “It gets better,” Matt promised.
“It was pretty damn good,” Rawson said. “It was amazing coming with you in me. I had no idea how good that would be.” Rawson resisted getting sloppy telling Matt just how good it had been. He kept things clinical. “A couple of nights with you have done more for me that a year's worth of counseling. You could charge money.” He said no more and let his body tell the story as he pulled Matt against him for the night.
“You can read my mind, can't you?” Matt asked. Rawson just hugged him tighter briefly in answer. “You know how happy I am in your bed.” Matt hugged back.
Happy, he says. That'll do for now, Rawson thought.
Phil woke up tangled in sheets, blankets, and body parts still attached to Ace. It was almost midnight. Ace groaned and rolled over as Phil put his feet on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. It was strange being at Ace's apartment; he had stayed there only one other night when they had gone to the Patriot Center to hear the Kings of Leon. There was nothing wrong with the bed, nothing that Phil could put his finger on. It was the fact that Ace was in it.
We just don't hit the same ball, he said to himself; and it's too bad because Ace is really into me. I wonder if a bust-up will bust up the band. Oh, well, we're not getting anywhere anyway, playing for beer and tips. He turned and looked at Ace. He's really huge, Phil thought, looking over the six feet and three inches. He always has to have his feet uncovered; Phil smiled at the sight. And he loves me. It's going to hurt him. He turned away and thought about getting up. It's not that late; I could walk to Georgetown and then get a bus; I can make it to my place.
Phil jumped with a start when Ace's arm wrapped around his waist. “Where do you think you're going?” Ace asked, pulling Phil back into bed. Ace smothered Phil's answer with a kiss and proceeded to fuck him. It was an efficient, thorough, and fairly quick procedure; the romance was all on Ace's side of the equation. “If this isn't love, it's the next best thing,” Ace said relaxing at the conclusion.
It isn't love, Phil thought, but it's a very good thing. Phil snuggled against Ace, his demons quieted. The bed felt more comfortable, the blanket wasn't as heavy, and Ace had a nice cock. “Are you still hard?” Phil asked as played with Ace's still somewhat stiff dick.
“I could be ... maybe ... if we hadn't already fucked each other ... if I weren't dead tired ... if you sucked me a little.” Ace yawned without serious interest in seeing what would come next. Phil did suck a little but nothing happened. Ace's cock continued to soften as Ace fell back asleep.
Phil lay on the pillow ready for sleep himself. Then he heard the muffled buzz of his phone. He stood naked in the bedroom and got it out of his jacket pocket. “Come tomorrow night at 9,” Art said. “Got a surprise 4 u.” Phil didn't respond; he was working the next night. He needed to think.
The trio finished interviewing Tin Man's candidate and faced a quandry. They had interviewed five people and found four perfect choices for three jobs. Both Janice and Charles, the insiders' picks, were perfectly competent and seemed compatible. Doug, Lisette's fellow student, was competent as well as unattractive, which, from Tom's point of view, was an asset in a situation full of straight women. Shelly, Tin Man's choice, was eccentric in looks and dress but equally promising. Only the G.W. student had been a disappointment.
“Should we treat it like musical chairs? The last person to arrive tomorrow is out of luck?” Lisette was already calculating the odds on who would arrive late. “I bet it's Shelly Burningbush. She seemed a little slow off the blocks. And why would you change a perfectly decent name like Bernstein to Burningbush?”
“What if we divide the hours by four and hire them all as part-time?” Tom proposed. “That way if one is a dud we don't have to recruit. We could just put the other three on full time and dispose of the corpse.”
“Don't tell them the plan. You could trigger assassinations,” Gantry joked.
“You're probably right. It'll be our secret.”
Lisette made an X on her lips and placed her hand on her heart. “Plans inside of plans. I'm going to put this in my CIA application.” Gantry and Tom both looked at her, unsure of whether she was joking.
Lucky called and Tom put him on a speaker. “Hope you don't mind being public. I've got a pile of stuff in my hands.” It was a very small pile, the five interview files, and Tom winked at his co-conspirators.
“I wondered when you were going to make your choice.” Lucky tried not to sound overly eager but failed.
“We've made it.” Tom offered no details.
“Um, good, then ... When are you giving them the news?”
“There's good news and bad. We're going to take four of them; the guy from G.W. didn't seem like a fit. We're going to start out with a thirty hour week, though. I think the three of us need the extra time to audit their work, at least initially. No point to an inventory if it isn't a good one.”
“Thomas, it's really a pleasure working with a professional. I think you're the best outside contractor we've ever had.” Lucky didn't mind buttering people up. You never knew when it might pay off; and, besides, it didn't cost him anything.
Tom looked at Gantry as he turned off the phone.
“He's on the phone to Janice now, giving her the news and taking total credit for her hire. He'll like Shelly, since she is an apparently straight woman. And he'll like the guys, neither one being much competition for the gals.” Gantry paused and sipped her coffee. “And I think he actually likes you, Tom. He's not a complete idiot.”
“Oh, wow. This is all going into the application. Gantry, you should think about a different line of work.” Lisette smiled in admiration.
“What about gay marriage, Rawson? Are you against that?” Matt felt he had to address the political issues he thought were important. Rawson was so close to perfect, otherwise. They sat on the sofa in the dacha.
“Gay marriage? I don't know. It's not my issue.”
“How can it not be your issue?” Matt asked, sounding almost exasperated..
“I don't plan to get married,” Rawson stated, as if that answered the question.
“It's an arbitrary and pointless denial of rights, whether or not you plan to exercise them. It's a discriminatory and unequal application of the law.” Matt was unable to understand Rawson's density on the point.
“We could pass a law giving everyone the right to fly, but what would that do for you if you're not a bird? That's the way the opponents think. They just don't think gay marriage is a real concept. It would be like gluing paper wings on a turtle, throwing it off a building, and hoping for the best.”
“That's absurd. They're religious nuts.” Matt was disgusted.
“I'll admit that the opposition seems to have religious motives and I don't think the arbitrary morality of one religion or another should ever rule the political process. Western history says that mixing religion and politics is a disaster.”
“So, isn't that a reason to ...”
“It's like capital punishment, Matt. It's just not my issue. I don't care which way it goes. I'm not persuaded by the moral arguments of the case – for or against.”
“So your not opposed to gay marriage; you just don't give a shit?”
“Most of the laws regarding marriage were written to protect children and dependent spouses. If gays are going to adopt children – and they are doing so – I believe those children should be protected, just as the children of a straight couple are protected. If one partner in a gay relationship is dependent on the other, and that is their agreement, then there should be some definition of that partner's rights. So I can see a legitimate need for some legal arrangement; but I don't care whether that arrangement is called marriage or not.” Rawson picked up Matt's hand and held it gently, admiringly, feeling the strength and the warmth as Matt squeezed back.
“Hmm … Well, alright. I guess that isn't so bad. But what about all those right wing religious nuts? That's what I don't like.”
“All extremists are totalitarian at heart, whether they call themselves left or right. To me, the only sensible path is the broad middle. I consider myself a centrist.”
“So Mike's right ... as usual. You're not really Republican.”
“I say that I am, and I agree with them on most economic issues. You can't get hired in this town unless you declare one way or the other. Maybe in the future I can shed the label, but I don't have enough of a reputation yet.”
Matt lay his head on Rawson's shoulder. “I didn't mean to interrogate you.” He felt Rawson's kiss against his hair. “And I need to show you I think about more than my career in pornography.”
“It wasn't pornography, Matt; just poor taste on the director's part. You can ask me anything. If I can't explain myself to you, I probably need to work on the explanation more.”
“I'm very comfortable with you. Not just the sex part. I mean all of it.”
“I don't want to push too hard, Matt. You know I'm nuts about you, but I think I'm a little ahead of where you are.”
“I'm catching up, Sunny.” Matt looked up at Rawson and welcomed the kiss.
Matt knew he had a huge crush on Rawson and that the sex was the best he'd ever known, but would it go beyond that? He wasn't sure and shouldn't even have joked with Mike about 'falling in love'.
He felt Rawson sucking on one of his fingers and looked at him. Totally relaxed, lying back on the long sofa, Rawson was sucking on Matt's index finger as if it was candy. Matt straddled Rawson's thighs and sat looking into his eyes.
“I had an Indian friend who said we should meditate looking at our reflections in each other's eyes ... that our expressions would tell us what to do next. No, Sunny. You're still looking at me. Let my face melt away and look at your own face in my eyes.”
“All I see is you.” Rawson pulled Matt closer and kissed him.
Things flowed naturally from there. They didn't need any tantric meditation. Matt helped Rawson pull his shirt off and threw it on the floor in a pile with his own and then went back to exploring with his mouth and hands. He listened to Rawson moan when he sucked on his nipples. Rawson stretched his body out and Matt could feel the developing erection grow. He slid to the floor and knelt between Rawson's thighs. They exchanged a glance that amounted to permission and Matt undid Rawson's belt, waist band, and zipper. He reached into the plain white boxer's but couldn't work Rawson's cock free. He impatiently and roughly pulled at the clothing. Rawson lifted his hips to help and the clothes slipped down his legs and off easily. Matt placed his hands on Rawson's thighs and leaned forward.
The swelling cock bounced with each beat of Rawson's heart. Matt took it in his hand and squeezed, forcing what looked like a dewdrop from the head. He licked, tasting the salt; and then licked more wetting the shaft before taking it into his mouth. He heard Rawson sigh and felt his legs tremble with growing tension. Matt held the now rigid cock in his hand stroking slowly while he lapped at the tightened testicles, making the scrotal skin wrinkle as it pulled even tighter. Matt continued licking, covering everything in front of him. He felt more precum ooze out, wetting his hand, making it slick as he continued stroking the straining cock.
Rawson gasped with surprise when Matt raised his legs and moved lower, licking and sucking, probing until he reached the pucker.
“OK? OK if I do this?” Matt asked.
“Anything ... anything,” Rawson was breathing hard in anticipation of the unknown. “Are … are you gonna fuck me?”
“If you ask me to,” Matt smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring and then resumed rimming.
“You can, if you want.”
“No. You have to ask.” Matt wet a finger and massaged Rawson's hole while he resumed sucking his cock. Rawson seemed really close to cumming so Matt dialed things back. He lay on top of Rawson's torso and looked at him, seeing the barely focused eyes searching his own. A gentle kiss, another, then a harder kiss with a little bite at the end. The words were barely audible, made with breath not sound, “Fuck me.”
“I can't hear you.”
“Fuck me,” Rawson said aloud, more urgently.
“No.” Matt went back to kissing him and then licked his nipples.
“Why not?”
“You don't know what you're asking for. It hurts.” Matt wet a finger and gently pushed it into Rawson's asshole.
Rawson grimaced, sucked in a breath, and held it trying to contain the pain he was feeling.
“See? I told you. It hurts.” Matt pulled his finger back but not all the way out while Rawson gasped trying to get used to the intrusion. His legs fell limply to the floor and Rawson's ass closed tightly on Matt's finger. Matt pushed and pulled gently, causing a stimulus from presence and pressure without actual friction. “My cock's a lot bigger than that finger.”
“I want you, Matt. I really do.”
“I know you do, but you're not ready yet. We need some lubricant. I don't want to rip you up on your first try.” Matt withdrew his finger and moved up for more kisses.
“What kind of lubricant?”
“Anything that will make my dick smooth and slick. It will be lots easier for you.”
“I have some pre-lubed condoms,” Rawson offered.
“Not good enough for the first time,” Matt cautioned.
“Why are you being so careful? Why don't you just do it? I'll survive.”
“You would, but I don't want to just use your ass to jack off in. I want to make you like it and I definitely don't want to hurt so you'll never try it again.” Matt explained.
“Matt, your dick isn't that big. I'm not going to need surgery when we're done,” Rawson sounded impatient and then suddenly uncertain. “Will I?” he questioned.
Matt didn't answer him; instead he resumed sucking on the unsatisfied cock and left Rawson's ass untouched.
“Wait!” Rawson got up and went into the bathroom. He reemerged after a few seconds and said, “Come to bed.” Matt climbed in with him and with a big smile Rawson produced a small tube. “Cortisone cream. How's that for a lube? It would heal any damage done – all in one step.”
“Lie face down,” Matt said and proceeded gently, massaging and kissing. He rolled on the pre-lubed condom and smeared a lot of the CortAid cream onto and into Rawson's asshole. He lay on top of Rawson and maneuvered his cock into position.
“You're heavier than I thought,” Rawson said a little nervously. He sucked in his breath as Matt penetrated; but the discomfort was manageable. A big slick cock somehow wasn't as bad as the finger had been. “Go ahead, do it, Matt.”
Matt began a gentle motion. In. Out. It felt great and his passion increased. “This position should be easiest for you. I get the least penetration this way.”
“I don't want the least penetration,” Rawson said. He wiggled out from under Matt and rolled over. “I want you in me.”
Missionary position produced pain but also passion. Matt came first and then stroked Rawson off. Rawson came while Matt's softening cock was still inside him. “Lie still,” Matt whispered and went to get a towel. He returned to the bed and wiped up the remains. “I don't think I've ever seen this much come.” He folded the towel so the wetness was inside, put it on the floor, and crawled back into bed alongside his amazed partner. “It gets better,” Matt promised.
“It was pretty damn good,” Rawson said. “It was amazing coming with you in me. I had no idea how good that would be.” Rawson resisted getting sloppy telling Matt just how good it had been. He kept things clinical. “A couple of nights with you have done more for me that a year's worth of counseling. You could charge money.” He said no more and let his body tell the story as he pulled Matt against him for the night.
“You can read my mind, can't you?” Matt asked. Rawson just hugged him tighter briefly in answer. “You know how happy I am in your bed.” Matt hugged back.
Happy, he says. That'll do for now, Rawson thought.
Phil woke up tangled in sheets, blankets, and body parts still attached to Ace. It was almost midnight. Ace groaned and rolled over as Phil put his feet on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. It was strange being at Ace's apartment; he had stayed there only one other night when they had gone to the Patriot Center to hear the Kings of Leon. There was nothing wrong with the bed, nothing that Phil could put his finger on. It was the fact that Ace was in it.
We just don't hit the same ball, he said to himself; and it's too bad because Ace is really into me. I wonder if a bust-up will bust up the band. Oh, well, we're not getting anywhere anyway, playing for beer and tips. He turned and looked at Ace. He's really huge, Phil thought, looking over the six feet and three inches. He always has to have his feet uncovered; Phil smiled at the sight. And he loves me. It's going to hurt him. He turned away and thought about getting up. It's not that late; I could walk to Georgetown and then get a bus; I can make it to my place.
Phil jumped with a start when Ace's arm wrapped around his waist. “Where do you think you're going?” Ace asked, pulling Phil back into bed. Ace smothered Phil's answer with a kiss and proceeded to fuck him. It was an efficient, thorough, and fairly quick procedure; the romance was all on Ace's side of the equation. “If this isn't love, it's the next best thing,” Ace said relaxing at the conclusion.
It isn't love, Phil thought, but it's a very good thing. Phil snuggled against Ace, his demons quieted. The bed felt more comfortable, the blanket wasn't as heavy, and Ace had a nice cock. “Are you still hard?” Phil asked as played with Ace's still somewhat stiff dick.
“I could be ... maybe ... if we hadn't already fucked each other ... if I weren't dead tired ... if you sucked me a little.” Ace yawned without serious interest in seeing what would come next. Phil did suck a little but nothing happened. Ace's cock continued to soften as Ace fell back asleep.
Phil lay on the pillow ready for sleep himself. Then he heard the muffled buzz of his phone. He stood naked in the bedroom and got it out of his jacket pocket. “Come tomorrow night at 9,” Art said. “Got a surprise 4 u.” Phil didn't respond; he was working the next night. He needed to think.
I haven't seen the test results; but I'm pretty sure it isn't cancer. Probably just some nasty memento mori, one of those insults an aging body presents from time to time.
