by D. J. Manly
Amanda shook her head. “Do you see what booze does to you? You can’t drink.”
Scott felt her stroke his hair. “It’s all right honey. It’s all my fault, bringing him here.”
“It’s not the booze, Amanda,” he said, meeting her eyes. “It’s you. All this time, I thought you loved me. You don’t love me.”
“I do love you.”
“No. You own me. It’s not the same. I’m only here so that you won’t feel alone. And you’re so scared, more afraid than I am.”
She backed away from him. “How dare you say these things to me? I took you off the streets, I gave you a home, everything you could ever want and yet…”
“And yet, I’m still alone. God, Amanda, you knew I loved him. And you manipulated us, used our emotions to satisfy your lust. And when I finally began to deal with my feelings for him, you sent him away.”
“He wanted to go. He…” Her eyes were wide. “It would have never worked. He would have taken you away.” Tears ran down her face now.
Scott nodded. He handed her the bottle. “Here, you’re going to need this,” he said, wiping his face. “I’m going to find what I really need, if he still wants me. If you had any heart, you’d tell me where he is.”
“Scott, no,” Amanda cried, grabbing onto his arm. “He’ll use you, and throw you away. That kind of man, you can’t trust them. Remember all the people in your life who have promised to love you and…”
Scott shook her off. “I’m ready to take that chance,” he said. “I can’t live without him. Do you want me to drink myself to death? It’s either Ciel or the bottle.” He met her eyes.
Amanda lowered her head. “He’s working as a waiter at Chez Monique. I tried to help him. He won’t take anything from me.”
Scott nodded. “No, he wouldn’t, would he? Thank you,” he said, and walked out of the room.
* * * *
The rain was pouring down when Ciel left the restaurant. He waved goodbye to two other waiters who were on shift with him, and walked down the street to the bus stop. He was soaked by the time he reached the stop, but at least the rain was warm.
When he heard his name, he knew exactly who had said it. He turned around and stared into Scott’s face.
He was just as wet. “I have my car. Want a ride?”
“Ah, yeah, okay,” he said, not sure what to say.
Scott turned and walked around the corner, indicating his car on the curb. “Door’s open,” he said.
Ciel ducked inside, and closed the door. Scott crawled into the driver’s seat. They sat quietly for a minute, then, Ciel asked, “how’ve you been?”
Scott shrugged. “Not so good, you?”
Ciel bit his lip. If he was to be honest, he’d say, “fucking miserable,” but he decided on, “I’m living.”
Scott turned to look at him. He reached over and pushed some of Ciel’s dark hair off his forehead.
“You’re really wet. You should get out of those clothes.”
Ciel uttered what sounded like half a laugh, and half a cry.
“What?”
“Is that a come on, Scott?”
“No,” he shook his head, then, grinned, “maybe. Where do you live?”
Ciel rattled off the address.
“Okay, let’s go,” Scott said, turning on the ignition.
They drove in silence. Ciel’s heart beat in his chest wildly. Why was he here, to torment him? God knows he’d thought of no one else but him since he’d left Amanda’s.
Shaking himself back to the present, Ciel noticed his apartment block on the left. He pointed out the building. “It’s right here.”
Scott parked and they walked together up the stairs to the second floor and entered Ciel’s two room apartment. Ciel turned on the light.
*
“This is nice,” Scott said. There was a galley kitchen, with a bedroom/living room combined, and a small bathroom. “You were lucky to find a place so fast.” Somehow, he thought to himself, this place suited Ciel far more than the luxury of Amanda’s place. Perhaps it had to do with the edgy, real atmosphere. No false front, what you saw is what you got, Like Ciel.
“It’s not mine. I’m subletting from another guy. He’ll be back in the autumn session. He let me have it cheap”
Scott nodded. “Is he cute?”
“I don’t know. Never saw the guy. Saw his sister.”
Scott smiled. “Oh. Why don’t you get those wet things off, I…” Scott began, running his eyes over him. He could feel his heart beating faster in his chest.
“You’re wet too,” Ciel said softly.
There was a dead silence.
“Scott,” Ciel said, “what are you doing here?”
Scott could hardly breathe. I love you. I fucking can’t live without you, and if you break my heart … I’ll curl up and die. Please, baby, don’t break my heart. “I think I need to apologize for Amanda and … my own behavior. I didn’t mean it when I said I hated you.”
“I know that,” Ciel said. “But it’s not your responsibility to apologize for Amanda. You can tell her for me that…”
“I left,” Scott said abruptly, then, shrugged his shoulders.
*
Ciel’s pulses quickened. “What did you say?”
“I left Amanda. I … well,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t quite know what I’m going to do, but I can’t stay there anymore.”
Ciel could only stare at him. He didn’t believe it.
“Did you hear me?”
“I did. I can’t believe it. If I can do anything to…”
“Well, you can,” Scott said, moving closer to him. “You can do something. You can stop this ache, this ache you left me with when you went away. It’s in my heart, in my head, in my cock, and…” his voice faltered, “Ciel, I … I love you, and if you meant what you said … I mean I don’t even know if you said it, or I imagined it … I’ll get on my knees if I have to.”
Ciel felt relief flooding him, washing over all the hurt, the pain, until it disappeared and only love was left. “Scott,” Ciel said, smiling, “you’re rambling.” He came closer and placed his hands on his shoulders. He looked down into his eyes. There were tears there. “Now, if what you thought I said was, I love you, you heard right. I do love you, Scott. I want you. I wanted you the minute I set eyes on you.”
Scott reached up and placed his hands in Ciel’s hair. He pulled him forward and kissed his forehead, then his mouth. Ciel’s mouth opened to his as he yanked him into his strong arms. “Scott,” he murmured huskily against his lips, “Scott, make love to me. My cock aches too.”
Scott began to remove Ciel’s wet clothes. First came the shirt, then the pants, finally the underwear. He undressed him slowly, almost with reverence, pausing to kiss his chest, his stomach, his knee. By the time Ciel was completely naked, he was hard as rock, his cock curling upward. He couldn’t move as Scott removed his own clothes, haphazardly folding them and placing them on a chair. Ciel smiled, regarding him a little curiously. He seemed almost … shy.
When he approached, he did so slowly, an almost dazed look on his face. He reached up and touched Ciel’s cheek. “I’ve never been in love before. Can’t say I like it much … this feeling.”
Ciel grabbed his hand and brought it to his lips. “It will get better now,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Tell me that you’re mine, Scott, really mine.”
Scott smiled. “I’m yours. The question is, are you mine?”
Ciel folded him in his arms. “Let me show you,” he said softly. Disengaging himself, he flipped open the sofa and lay down. He held out his hand to Scott.
Scott took it, allowing himself to be pulled down into his embrace. Ciel kissed him deeply, running his hands over the naked flesh of his back. Scott began to move his lips downwards, over his nipples, to his navel, and finally to his cock where he began to run his tongue around the circumference.
Ciel felt Scott tremble. He sat up and pulled him back up into his
arms. He hugged him tight for a moment. It was almost as if suddenly it was their first time. “Scott, there is plenty of time for that.”
Scott met his eyes. “I want you so much. I don’t understand it. I feel like a virgin.” He started to laugh.
Ciel kissed the top of his head, smiling. “You are a virgin, love. This time you’re not performing. You’re just loving me. Do you think you can handle that?”
Scott jumped on top of him suddenly, causing Ciel to let out a yelp. “Oh yeah, baby, I can handle that,” he said, laughing, aggressively taking his mouth. The kisses deepened, and they lost control. Hands caressed, tongues tasted, and finally Scott said against his ear, “Fuck me.”
Ciel lay on his back, and pushed up his knees. He brought Scott forward, straddling him, and looking up into his eyes, he positioned his cock between Scott’s butt cheeks. As his cock slide up inside of him, Scott bore down. He could feel Scott’s muscles squeeze around his erect cock, and he knew he would come soon. He tried to hold on as Scott set the pace, moving up and down on his organ, but the look on his face of pure pleasure was moving the cum thunderously through his cock. “Scott, Scott,” he cried out, his head digging into the pillow, his face contorting, “I can’t hold it. I can’t … I’m sorry.” And just then he felt Scott’s semen hit his face in streams, and he started to laugh. They both laughed as Scott fell forward on his chest and kissed his mouth.
As they snuggled down in bed together, Scott fell asleep. There in his arms, his head on his chest, Ciel stroked his hair. He didn’t know what lay in store for them, but he knew one thing, they’d face it together.
It had taken a lot for Scott to come here to him. He had given up everything. Love had a way of exerting its dominance, having its way. They loved each other, but he wasn’t naïve enough to think it was going to be easy. Scott came with a lot of baggage. It was going to take work to convince him of his love. In spite of everything, he had Amanda to thank. She had brought them together, and for that, he’d always be grateful.
* * * *
“What do you mean by old?” Chase paused on the door step and placed a hand on his hip.
“Just that,” Cassidy replied smugly. “Everyone knows you’re past your prime.”
Chase narrowed his dark blue eyes at him. “What a little punk. Just out of your goddamned diapers. You really think you’re something, don’t ya?”
Cassidy shrugged. “I don’t think it, man, I am it. Why the agency ever sent me here with the likes of you, I’ll never know. You look good for your age, but you probably can’t even get it up any more. Hope you popped some Viagra, man.”
Chase fixed him with his gaze. He didn’t know whether to laugh, or sock him one right in the teeth.
“Maybe the agency sent me here with you so that you could learn a few things.”
“I don’t need to learn from no dinosaur, man. You’re good looking enough, but well past your prime.”
“We’ll see about that, won’t we,” Chase replied between clenched teeth.
“Last guy who was here was famous. Did you know that?”
“I heard.”
“Yeah, he came here one night and never left. The old woman gave him everything. Just look at this place,” Cassidy glanced around. “She’s loaded. I intend for her to keep me. That guy was an idiot for walking out of this joint.”
“Maybe he got a better offer.”
“From who? The Queen?”
Chase sneered. “Anyway, she might decide to keep me.”
“Are you kidding? She doesn’t want to support you in your old age.”
“Come on, I’m only twenty six for Christ’s sakes,” Chase growled, preparing to ring the door bell.
“Old man,” Cassidy muttered.
“Ignorant little prick,” Chase threw back. “Kiss my ass.”
“I might well be doing that, depending on the ladies tastes,” Cassidy drawled.
Chase rolled his eyes, and rang the bell.
“You wait and see what I can do, Stud,” Cassidy bragged, nudging him playfully.
Oh my God, what a fucking bore this kid was. He was far too good looking for his own good, worst of all, he knew it. He’d seen his kind before, all talk and no action. “Um, well you’ll have to find it first, schoolboy.”
Before Cassidy could react to that comment, the door opened. A beautiful red haired lady stood there dressed in a flimsy blue robe. She ran her eyes over one, then the other. The door opened wider. “Well, the agency outdid itself this time. Come in, boys,” she said with a smile. “Come in, and let me explain the rules.”
The End
About the Author:
D.J. Manly is first and foremost a writer, but is also a college professor, a small business operator and a sociologist who works as a consultant on research projects. D.J. is a proud Canadian who lives in French Canada, and speaks both English and French. Human rights are a great concern, and D.J. longs for a peaceful world free of sexism, racism, and homophobia.
D.J. writes for the pure love of writing, and always with the reader in mind. If D.J. doesn't enjoy reading it, it won't be written. Great characters, great sex and a great love are the elements you’ll find in D.J’s work.
There is nothing quite as exciting as beautiful men falling in love. Come taste D.J’s work, but be careful, you may become as addicted to reading it, as D.J. is to writing it. One reviewer said of Manly’s work that reading it can give you “…third degree burns in an air conditioned room…” I think that says it all.
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