The Platinum Rebound

by T V Hartwell

  Jake stared back into his friend’s eyes and before he knew it, Kirby stole a quick kiss on the lips. He then locked his arms around Jake more tightly and pulled him in against him, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. Jake hugged back, wrapping his arms around Kirby as their bodies touched and then Kirby went in for another kiss. Jake responded by allowing a quick peck and then another one before turning to lean his face against the left side of Kirby’s.

  I love you, Jake. I love you so much, Kirby said in his mind while allowing his body to convey the degree of his affection, using his left hand to palm and then gently stroke the back of Jake’s head.

  Tears began to well in Jake’s eyes as he could feel his friend’s unyielding love for him. The intensity of it could be so overpowering that Jake couldn’t help but be moved and touched by it. He loved and cared for Kirby too. But he felt conflicted—still having strong feelings and desire for Amanda and concern for her well-being. Although they were no longer together, Jake continued to feel guilty about being sexually intimate with Kirby. Plus, he was mentally and emotionally drained from all of the drama that had occurred between them in the last few weeks leading up to the shocking revelation that precipitated his breakup with Amanda. Broken and lost, Jake had little to no motivation to initiate sex with Kirby, or anyone else for the matter. Nevertheless, he was still a young, virile man whose equipment was in excellent working condition, and Kirby’s physical seductiveness was not easily resisted. The friction of their hard, wet, muscled bodies pressed together was too sensuous and erotic for Jake to deny and he couldn’t suppress or control the erection that quickly rose to meet the strong and very pronounced one that Kirby already had.

  Sensing that Jake might pull away in an attempt to stop his growing hard-on, Kirby pulled his head back so that he and Jake were facing each other again. He squeezed his glutes and pressed his hip more tightly against Jake’s to better align their throbbing members which now ached to be freed from the confines of the skin-hugging boxer briefs each man was wearing. While still palming the back of Jake’s head, Kirby pressed his forehead to Jake’s and stared into eyes. Jake began to let his grip around Kirby’s waist fall limp, but now Kirby had Jake where he wanted him, he was determined not to let this moment of passion and heat go to waste.

  “Don’t let go of me, Jake. Hold on to me, bro. Hold on to me,” Kirby repeated as began to thrust his pelvis against Jake’s, rubbing his erection provocatively against his in a slow, sensual rhythm. Jake turned his head away from Kirby as if to contemplate what to do about the situation in which he now found himself, but Kirby was quick to snap Jake out of his head and back to the moment and the burning desire between them. “Look at me, Jake. Look at me, man,” he commanded again firmly but with a gentle tone as he grabbed Jake’s ass forcefully with both his hands to rock Jake’s body along with his in tightly pressed synchronicity. Jake grabbed onto Kirby’s strong, muscular upper arms to hold on as Kirby began to kiss and lick his neck and jaw with unbridled hunger. Kirby sensed that the feel of his mouth on Jake’s face, combined with the sensation of his rock hard, muscular flesh, was starting to make Jake dizzy with pleasure. Seeing that he now had Jake falling under his spell, Kirby’s thick tongue forced its way into Jake’s mouth and when Jake took it in to suckle, any and all remaining inhibition or resistance was thrown to the wind as they began to devour each other fiercely.

  “You get me every time,” Jake said pausing between kisses while pinching Kirby’s erect, hardened nipples.

  “Yeah, I’ve got you all right,” Kirby retorted with satisfaction as he pulled Jake’s briefs down and began to stroke his cock, already pointed straight up at full attention.

  “Why do this to me?” Jake said in a less than serious whimper as he willingly submitted his member for Kirby to tantalize and torture.

  “Because you fucking want me.”

  “Yeah, I do,” Jake replied. “Yes, I fucking do,” he said again in a lower, sensual tone before he and Kirby continued to press and wrestle their tongues together in heat, reveling in each other’s taste.

  Kirby stopped stroking Jake to quickly pull down his own briefs, exposing the full length of his massive, erect tool. All horned up, Kirby began to stroke his manhood with one hand while using the other to rub and squeeze his pecs as Jake watched and salivated, milking his own tool in return. Wanting to reconnect his flesh with Jake’s, Kirby began to pump his hips seductively forward and then pulled down on his balls to cause his stiffness to appear longer and more erect before stepping in closer to Jake to taunt him. Seizing on the invitation, Jake grabbed hold of Kirby’s cock and stroked it as Kirby continued to pump his hips forward, exulting in Jake’s handiwork with expletives. “Aaaah, fuuuck. That’s it. Work that shit, baby,” Kirby said as his eyes glazed over in feel good exhilaration.

  Jake grinned and then stepped things up to intensify their mutual satisfaction and pleasure by pressing his cock to Kirby’s and stroking them together with both hands. The friction of their rock hard members locked together felt so amazing that Jake nearly came, but since he wasn’t ready for that to happen just yet, he pulled away and then went down on Kirby, licking his long shaft, pressing his nose to it, inhaling it, taking it all in, in all of its perfection and glory before engorging it with his mouth. Jake went in with wild, wanton abandon, gagging repeatedly, but remaining undeterred. Servicing the “Black Mamba” provided a sexual rush like no other, and as Jake looked up at Kirby, his eyes revealed his insatiable appetite and desire for his buddy’s rod.

  Kirby eventually pulled Jake up to kiss him, extending and flicking his tongue which Jake met by extending his own to connect and wrestle with Kirby’s. Overcome with heat and attraction for his friend, Jake jumped up and wrapped his legs tightly around Kirby’s waist. Kirby quickly gripped Jake at his ass to hold him in position and then proceeded to spread Jake’s ass cheeks to finger his hole.

  “I can’t fight you anymore,” Jake said breathlessly. “I want you. I want to be with you. Fuck this whole situation with Amanda. It’s over. Now I’m here for you.”

  Kirby grinned devilishly, ecstatic to hear Jake’s words and began to kiss him again wildly while still holding him up and fondling his hole.

  “Fuck me, Kirby. Take me now.”

  “You’re ready for this? Right here, right now?”

  “Fuck yeah. I’ve fantasized about having you inside me for so long and now I want the real thing. I want to feel you stretch me open, wide. I want it. I want it so bad . . .”

  “Oh yeah, I’ll give it to you,” Kirby purred happily as he returned his mouth to Jake’s.

  Then, suddenly, Jake was bent over with his hands resting flat down for support on a large slab of rock near the waterfall. “Take it. Take it, Kirby,” he commanded, at which point Kirby began to rub his thickness up and down the crack of Jake’s butt cheeks to taunt and tease him.

  Kirby eyes were wide, his mouth agape as his heart pounded with excitement at this abrupt and unexpected turn of events. Finally, he would get what he had been desperately craving for nearly a decade—to fuck his best friend and male lover Jake Doyle ’til kingdom come. Kirby pulled back to stroke himself rapidly a few more times and then positioned himself to penetrate through the tight pucker of muscle that guarded the entrance to the happy place he longed to explore with his dick instead of his fingers. With every nerve in his body boiling with anticipation, the time had come, and without any further delay, Kirby took the plunge. BAM! It was as if an explosion had gone off in his head, and he could no longer see or feel anything. Everything went black. He could only hear, and all he heard was his name being called—calling him back, abruptly, to reality.

  “Kirby . . . Kirby!” Jake said again more loudly, while jiggling Kirby on the shoulder as he lay in bed sound asleep. Kirby’s blurry vision slowly came into focus as he opened his eyes and moaned and then stretched his body, lifting his arms upward with both hands balled into fists.

  “Time to wake up,” Jake said. “Ou
r flight leaves at ten and it’s gonna take us at least forty-five minutes to drive to the airport. And then we’ve got to return the rental car which takes time. I don’t want to be late, so up and at ’em, bro.”

  “Okay, man,” Kirby said half awake and with a long, drawn-out yawn.

  Feeling denied of his moment, Kirby threw off the covers in miffed fashion, but not before noticing the freshly splayed nocturnal emission on his lower abdomen. He quickly looked in Jake’s direction feeling embarrassed, but he had already turned his back to walk out of the room, not noticing. “Shit,” Kirby said in annoyance, rising up and wiping his eyes with his wet dream still fresh in his thoughts.

  Indeed, it all had been a dream, but not a dream that came true; at least not the part that had Kirby so riled up. Shortly after they’d dived into the natural pool, a couple of locals had arrived at the secluded location and the four of them shared the pool together before Jake and Kirby eventually got out, dried off, ate the lunches they’d packed, and then made their way back through the forest and down the mountain. It had been a fun excursion and Kirby enjoyed the hike, especially after they’d reached the secret pool. Although it turned out to be a perfect way to conclude their trip together, subconsciously, Kirby clearly wanted more, and the dream provided him the scenario with Jake he would’ve preferred but didn’t get the opportunity to actually experience.

  Upon their return to LA, the state of his relationship with Jake remained the same at first, but this would soon change unbeknownst to either of them. Their long kept secret was beginning to be whispered around town, and the nature of their relationship was now coming into full view and under scrutiny.

  * * *

  Chapter Nine

  Now on a mission, as soon as Amanda and Charlie hopped into the car and pulled away from the restaurant, she was texting Adam.

  I need to talk to you.

  After five minutes, Adam texted back. Hi! Good to hear from you. How are you?

  Other than being in a state of shock, I’m okay. Where are you? she asked wanting to see him ASAP. As in now!

  I’m home. Where are you?

  Driving up La Cienega. Just leaving dinner at Bazaar. Are you free to talk later?

  Sure. I’m free now.

  Good. I can hop over to your place, if okay.

  Adam did a double take as he looked down at his phone and thought, A couple of weeks ago you swore me off for good and now you want to meet with me at my house? This is fucking perfect. Adam grinned as he texted her back, Of course it’s okay. Come on over.

  On second thought, meeting Adam at his house might not be such a good idea, Amanda realized. The last thing she wanted to do was lead him on again. Unlike before, this time she had a very specific reason for wanting to meet with him. If I go to his house, he’ll think I’m lonely and desperate and looking to hook up. This is business, she thought and then looked over at Charlie who was still driving while singing and bopping along to the music playing on the stereo. “Can you drop me off at the Sunset Tower?” she asked him.

  “Why? Don’t you still want to go for a nightcap at The Abbey?”

  Not telling him that she was in the process of arranging a rendezvous with Adam, she said, “No, I need to meet someone at The Tower Bar.”

  “Who?”

  Amanda sighed in a huffy, proprietary fashion while giving Charlie the look.

  “Amanda, I swear . . . you said you’d come with me,” he pouted.

  “I know, I know, but something’s come up and I need to be dropped off at the Sunset Tower, Charlie. I’m sorry,” she said, sounding in a hurry, not wanting to reveal to Charlie that she intended to validate the news he had just passed on to her from Antonio by conferring with Antonio’s boss, Adam.

  Charlie sighed and shook his head in annoyance as he continued to drive up La Cienega toward Sunset Boulevard where the Sunset Tower Hotel is located.

  Meanwhile, Amanda texted Adam back, I’m being driven by a friend. Can you meet me at The Tower Bar?

  “What? No, come here,” Adam said aloud, disappointed, and then quickly texted back, Have your friend drop you off here.

  But then he backtracked just before hitting send, feeling that sounded too pushy. Plus, the Sunset Tower was just minutes from his house in the Hollywood Hills. It wouldn’t take him long to drive down the hill to get there. Okay. Let me change. I’ll be there in 15.

  Great! Sorry to be so last minute, but it’s kind of important.

  Anything for you. Can’t wait to see you.

  Amanda could feel Adam’s warmth through the phone and it made her crack a little smile as she stared down at his text and read the words over and over, Anything for you. Can’t wait to see you.

  Curious to know who she was meeting, but careful not to ask directly again, Charlie asked instead, “How are you going to get home?” as he hung a right and pulled into the driveway of the Sunset Tower.

  “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got it covered,” she said with a wave of the hand, trying to sound reassuring so that Charlie wouldn’t be concerned. She then leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you, sweetie, for dinner. It was delish.”

  “What? You barely ate,” he said having witnessed how hard she’d taken his sensational revelation about Jake before they actually sat to dine. “I’m worried about you. Are you okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  “But you don’t seem like it,” he said, noticing her severe mood swing from sad and very upset at the restaurant to near apathy now.

  “Charlie, I’ll be fine. I love you,” Amanda said as she opened the door to quickly step out. “I’ll call you later,” she said to him, leaning down to look in before slamming the car door shut.

  ***

  As Amanda stepped into the hotel she went to the ladies room before heading to the bar where she’d meet Adam. When she stepped up to the vanity to check her hair and makeup, she stared at herself in the mirror long and hard as different questions popped into her mind. How am I standing here right now? I’m supposed to be married. How is all of this possible? Jake and Kirby? Sleeping together? Having a threesome with another guy? “What a fucking nightmare,” she blurted out before shaking her head and lifting her right hand to her face, feeling shell-shocked and in disbelief at the sudden turn of events and her new predicament, single and pregnant by a guy who might be secretly gay and in love with another man.

  Amanda snapped to attention and straightened her posture when the restroom door opened and two other women walked in.

  Both attractive and sexily dressed in tight fitting dresses and high heeled pumps, one of them scurried into a stall while the other approached the vanity and stood next to Amanda.

  “Hello,” the woman said cheerily, flicking her shoulder forward and giving Amanda the once-over.

  “Hi,” Amanda said politely, smiling back at her in the mirror. She quickly eyed the woman up and down before returning to her own reflection. High class hookers. I wonder who’s the lucky guy? An out of town celebrity I bet, she surmised before throwing her head back so that her hair moved away from her face allowing a better view of it as she reapplied her lipstick.

  “Aren’t you Amanda Climent?” the woman asked.

  Amanda froze, lipstick still in hand, up against her lower lip as she looked over at the woman by only moving her eyeballs. Then she pulled the lipstick down and away from her face. “Yes,” she said searching the woman’s face to determine whether they’d somehow met before.

  “Oh . . . sorry, I’m Lisa.”

  “Um . . . hi. Have we met before?” Amanda asked with a furrowed brow.

  “Oh, no. No, we haven’t. I just recognized you. I’ve always admired you.”

  “Well . . . thank you,” Amanda said, nodding and feeling awkward.

  “I read about your fiancé calling off your big wedding. I’m so sorry. I mean, are you okay?” the starstruck woman asked, doing her best to convey a look of genuine concern, but failing miserably.

  “Oh, t
hank you, thank you. That’s nice of you to say. I’m fine,” Amanda replied through a forced smile and then quickly threw her lipstick in her purse, ready to get the hell out of there.

  But before Amanda could pull herself away, Lisa tried to engage her more. “I always thought you and Adam Weinstock made a better couple anyway. Adam is such a good guy,” she said as if she knew from personal experience, “and I hear he’s still single and available.”

  Amanda chuckled nervously as she began to step away. Do you know him? she felt tempted to ask before quickly concluding that she didn’t need to know. And really didn’t want to know, especially if, God forbid, Lisa turned out to be some trick with whom he’d once cavorted. “Well, nice meeting you. Have a good evening,” Amanda said, as she scurried away.

  “Toodles,” Lisa said as she smiled and lifted her hand to wiggle her fingers goodbye.

  After stepping away from that rather awkward encounter, Amanda decided to wait for Adam in the bar and took a seat at one of the empty bar stools. A popular watering hole beloved for its old Hollywood glamour and art deco style, The Tower Bar was buzzing even though it was Wednesday evening and the hour was growing late.

  One of the bartenders on duty noticed Amanda immediately when she took a seat, but he was tied up mixing drinks for a couple of other patrons. “I’ll be with you in a moment, miss,” he said once she returned his glance. After flashing a quick smile and nodding at him in acknowledgement, Amanda whipped out her phone to kill time, checking messages. But she didn’t have to wait long as two hands lightly touched her shoulders from behind.

  “Hello, beautiful,” Adam said, leaning down close to speak in her right ear.

  “Oh, hi,” Amanda said genially before Adam softly kissed her on the cheek. She accepted the gesture by lifting her cheek slightly to the touch of his lips and by placing her left hand on top of the right hand that still held on to her shoulder.