by G. A. Hauser
sauce. “Mm.”
“Yeah. It’s all good.” Braxton held his glass up to the
bartender for another one. “You mind if I get a buzz? I’ve had a
long week and it’s not even Friday yet.”
“Be my guest. I’d like to see you drunk.” Fabian finished
chewing and threw his drink down his throat to keep pace,
placing his empty with Braxton’s.
“What kind of a drunk are you?” Braxton leaned on Fabian’s
shoulder.
“Unfortunately, a horny one.” He heard Braxton chuckle.
“I’m always horny. That’s why I’m so fucked up.” Braxton
pushed the meat off a skewer and ate one of the chunks.
“I need to get fucking laid.” Fabian tried the chicken and said,
“I can eat all of these plates myself. I get so hungry from all the working out I do.”
“What’s your workout routine like?” Braxton indicated to the
bartender to get another drink for Fabian as well as his new one
was served.
“Run, then work out in the gym at my apartment complex.”
“You rent?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Jesus. Get a repo. Renting is just tossing money into the
trash.”
“I wish I could. When I lost my job and all I could get was
temping shit, I had to give up my condo. Sold the fucking thing
at a loss.”
“Fuck.” Braxton stared at Fabian’s profile.
“Everyone was hit, Braxton. I tried to make it but I couldn’t.”
Braxton took another sip of his cocktail and said, “I nearly
went under too. It was fucked up. I had to fire two employees
and Brianna and I made it through until things picked back up,
but it took its toll.”
Fabian watched the game for a minute, trying to determine
which player had the nicest ass in the tight white pants.
“If you stay with me, I’ll give you a raise in a few months.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Braxton. So stop worrying about
me leaving.”
“You promise? Like make a vow?”
Fabian turned to look into Braxton’s eyes. The sincerity was
so intense Fabian got a lump in his throat. He held up his right
hand. “I promise never to leave you. Ever.”
Braxton opened his mouth to comment but he stopped
himself and just stared at Fabian, appearing dubious.
Fabian noticed Braxton’s eyes water. He rested his hand on
Fabian’s muscular thigh. “I would not make that promise
lightly.”
“I’ve known you four days. And it’s not like I have that in
writing.”
When the bartender brought over Fabian’s drink, he asked the
man, “Can I borrow a pen?”
The bartender placed one on the counter.
Fabian turned over the coaster and on the blank side he wrote,
‘ I, Fabian Rhys, will not leave Braxton Todd, no matter what
happens between us.’ He signed it and slid it over to Braxton.
Braxton reached for the pen and flipped his coaster over,
writing. When he gave it to Fabian, Fabian read, ‘ I, Braxton
Todd, will not fire Fabian Rhys for any reason, period.’
“You think this is binding in a court of law?” Fabian smiled
and reread the script, liking Braxton’s masculine handwriting
and signature.
“Yup…hey,” he said to the bartender, “Can you witness these
contracts?”
“What?” the man laughed and walked closer to see the
coasters.
“Witness us signing these contracts so they’re legal in court.”
Braxton handed him the pen.
“Are you joking?” He chuckled.
“No.”
Fabian watched the bartender curiously.
“What should I write?” he asked Braxton.
“Just your name, the date and how about the place of
business.”
“Okay.” The bartender did just that and said, “You two just
get married?” He made sure he signed each one. “Oh, this one
says, ‘fire’. Okay. I suppose in California this is better than a
marriage license, since those aren’t legal for gay marriage.” He
gave each man his coaster and shook his head. “So? Are you two
engaged? Next drink on the bar to congratulate you?”
Fabian didn’t know what to say or do in the awkward
situation. He was about to shake his head no and laugh, but
Braxton said, “Yeah. We are. I don’t want him to leave me and
he doesn’t want to go anywhere. I suppose it means the same.”
“You bet it does. How about a shot of sake?”
“Perfect.” Braxton looked back at Fabian, appearing amused.
“You’re a riot, Mr Todd.”
“And that’s the closest I’ve ever come to the ‘C’ word in
thirty-three years.”
“It is a commitment, Braxton. A contract between us.”
“True.” Braxton accepted the tiny shot of sake and held it up
in a toast.
“And you’re not the one escaping and running away for a
change?” Fabian held up his cup and tapped Braxton’s.
“Not yet.”
They drank the warm shot and it tasted very good to Fabian,
and…he was getting buzzed.
“Do I have to buy you a ring?”
Fabian choked with laughter and dabbed at his eyes. “Yeah,
why not!”
Braxton bumped him with his shoulder and they smiled at
each other affectionately. Fabian kept their arms in contact as
they ate their appetizers and drank enough to get a good heady
buzz.
~
Braxton was drunk and it felt great. “…no, he did. Mark
Richfield called me.”
“Sure, Braxton.” Fabian leaned heavily on him as they
walked back to the parking garage. It was nearing eight and they
had four vodkas each and shared two bottles of sake with their
second round of food.
“He told me Drew had asked him to call, to coerce me into a
deal.”
Fabian stopped and swayed. “Mark Richfield. Called you?”
“Yeah. Why is that so weird? I mean, I’m not a nobody. Am I
a nobody?”
“No. You’re not. You’re Braxton Todd, PR man
extraordinaire.”
Fabian resumed their walk, stumbling. Braxton caught his
arm and ended up hooking elbows with him. “You don’t drink
much, do you?”
“No. I’m stewed. No way I can drive.”
“I can.” Braxton purred into his ear. “I can drive into you.”
“Oh…” Fabian moaned in agony. “Don’t fuck me and leave
me.”
“I can’t. I signed a coaster.”
“I mean it, Braxton. If all you want is my ass, don’t do it to
me. I’ll be crushed.”
Braxton ran his hand down Fabian’s back and cupped his
bottom. “You feel so good!”
“Oh God, oh God…” Fabian held onto Braxton as Braxton
pushed his fingers between Fabian’s ass cheeks.
They entered the parking garage which was nearly empty
since the downtown core area around their office catered mostly
to nine to five occupants. A few cars remained but not many.
Braxton continued to massage Fabian’s ass as they walked to
where their cars we
re parked side by side on the second level, in
a deserted section of the garage.
Seeing it was indeed vacant, Braxton grabbed Fabian and
pushed him against the trunk of his Porsche.
Fabian fell back on it and made a noise of passion.
With his left hand Braxton cupped the back of Fabian’s head
and brought it to him to his lips, with his right, he went for
Fabian’s crotch.
Fabian whimpered and spread his legs as Braxton rubbed hot
friction where Fabian had grown hard in his trousers.
They both opened their mouths wider and the touch of
Fabian’s tongue was driving Braxton out of his mind. He let out
a low agonized moan and moved them between the cars, trying
to find his key and open his car door while they kissed and
ground their crotches together. After using his key fob to unlock
it, Braxton opened his car door and spun Fabian around to face
away from him, pushing him inside the car.
Fabian’s gasping breaths were loud and fast.
Braxton reached around his waist, undid Fabian’s belt and fly
and dragged his pants down his ass.
At the sight of his gorgeous tight bottom, Braxton nearly
came in his pants. He spread Fabian’s cheeks wide and chewed
on him, using his teeth to nibble and his hands to mold that
perfect butt.
Fabian grunted and spread his legs as wide as he could in the
awkward space, propped up on his elbows across the console.
Braxton dragged Fabian’s trousers to his ankles and made
him get to his knees on the driver’s seat.
With a condom from his wallet, Braxton exposed himself and
sheathed his cock. His attention went back to Fabian’s rim and
Braxton used his saliva to get it good and wet, then pushed his
finger inside him.
“Oh, God! Oh God!” Fabian arched his back and fumbled
with himself. Braxton wondered if he was going to come on his
leather interior, and didn’t care.
Holding Fabian’s hips, Braxton pushed the head of his cock
inside him and closed his eyes. “Christ! I am about to come and I
haven’t even fucked you yet!”
“Oh, God!” Fabian kept repeating, as if he were stunned this
was happening.
Braxton penetrated Fabian and the tightness and heat made
him swoon. He ran his hands under Fabian’s clothing up his back
and felt how muscular he was. “Fuck!” Braxton came and
couldn’t stop it if he tried. His entire body washed with the
pleasure and he stared at his cock, which hadn’t even entered
Fabian all the way.
Letting it pulsate and the climax subside, Braxton pulled out
and the minute he did, Fabian flipped over and grabbed
Braxton’s jaw, drawing him to his mouth so quickly, Braxton
didn’t even have a chance to take the condom off.
Fabian kissed Braxton like a madman then began pushing
Braxton down to suck his cock.
Braxton took a look at that fabulous dick with a small dark
pubic bush and a treasure trail to die for. He dove down on
Fabian and drew as much of him into his mouth as he could.
Fabian thrust hard inside Braxton’s mouth and came
instantly, holding Braxton around the neck to keep him right
there, sucking deep and strong.
Braxton moaned and swallowed, inhaling Fabian’s scent like
an aphrodisiac. Fabian released Braxton’s neck and dropped
back, gasping for air.
Braxton stumbled into the Lexus’ passenger’s door and
looked down at his cock, taking off the spent condom and
searching for a place to dump it.
“Braxton…on my God.” Fabian moaned and tried to pull his
pants up.
Braxton slumped against Fabian’s car to catch his breath and
cupped his own cock as he recuperated.
Slowly they calmed down and managed to straighten up their
clothing. Braxton tried to get the used condom back into the
wrapper, then finally spotted a trash can near the elevators and
brought it over to throw out.
~
Fabian watched him, still sitting on the driver’s seat of the
Porsche, his whole body reverberating from the shock and
passion. He ran his hand over his hair and used the car to haul
himself upright. He tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt, then
waited as Braxton made his way over, looking just as sated and
amazed as he was.
Braxton dropped back heavily against the passenger’s side of
Fabian’s car and they stared at each other.
“Is that it? You got me and now…?” Fabian shivered,
knowing—just knowing—the chase was over for Braxton.
“It’s not like that. Why do you think that’s all I want from
you?”
The act of sex and surge of nerves had completely sobered
Fabian up, and regret and fear began to invade him. “Braxton.
What do you want from me?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I do know inside that building”—
Braxton pointed—“but outside? How do I know?”
Craving reassurance, Fabian moved slowly, resting his thighs
against Braxton’s and holding his waist. “I’ve never done
anything like this before. Have you?”
Braxton looked down and didn’t answer.
Suddenly Fabian felt cheap and used. He backed up. “I
should get home.”
“You okay to drive?”
“Yes.” Fabian began to walk to the opposite side of his car.
“Hey.” Braxton held his sleeve to stop him. “I had fun.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“See ya tomorrow.”
“Sure. See ya.” Fabian sat in his car and started it up. Braxton
appeared to be waiting for him to pull out first, so he did,
catching Braxton’s polite wave.
“I am such an idiot!” Fabian clenched his fists and drove
home.
~
Braxton shivered with guilt and doubt. What they did was
impulsive and wrong. This was the behavior he had tried to put
behind him. From the age of fifteen to thirty Braxton had hit and
run men and women this way, never asking them out after.
Why? It wasn’t a reflection on them, it was on himself.
Shame. He was ashamed of himself for treating people this way,
like a whore.
He sat in his car, the motor running and blasted the music, his
doubt turning to fear, and his fear to anger. Squealing the tires in the empty lot, Braxton drove home, the beat of the hard rock
music blocking out his thoughts.
Since the rush hour had passed he made it home in a half hour
and pulled into the parking under his condo. Infuriated, he
headed to the elevator to go to his unit and reached into his
pocket to drop his car key in it and find his house key. When he
did he felt something. Taking out the coaster, Braxton read the
promise Fabian had made—never to leave him, no matter what.
But after what Braxton had done to Fabian tonight? He wouldn’t
blame him if he did.
“I’ll never see him again. He simply won’t show up.”
Braxton balled his fist and punched the concrete near the condo
lobby entrance, skinning his knuckles.
Fabian came through the door of his home and threw his
jacket on the bed in frustration. He stripped off his clothing,
crushing it in his hands and whipping it against the wall. Naked,
he put his hands on his hips and grew upset. That was the worst
thing he could have done! He promised himself tonight he would
just hang out with Braxton and they would get to know each
other. Now? If Braxton ignored him tomorrow? He’d kill
himself.
Enraged, about to scream, Fabian entered the bathroom and
started the shower running to warm the water. He caught his
expression in the mirror and fell apart at the sight of his red
rimmed eyes. Unable to look at himself any longer, he stepped
into the tub and stood under the hot water, resting his arms on
the tile and allowing the steam and water to cleanse and
decompress him. Gently, he reached around to his bottom and
felt the sensation of after-sex friction. He wasn’t sore. Braxton
had fucked him for a minute and didn’t even penetrate deeply.
But, the feel of Braxton was still there.
Fabian scrubbed his skin and fought with how humiliated he
was going to be tomorrow. But he had made a promise. A vow.
And I am a man of my word.
He shut off the water and stood dripping, getting a grip on his
emotions. If Braxton treated him like a stranger tomorrow? He
had no one to blame but himself.
He stepped out of the tub and dried off, returning to his
bedroom to see the clothing he had carelessly strewn on the
floor. Picking up his suit jacket and trousers, Fabian checked the
pockets so he could bring it to the cleaners. When he did, he
removed the coaster and reread the oath. You won’t fire me. But will you treat me like shit?
Fabian was so devastated, he didn’t turn on his phone or
computer. Instead, he climbed into bed and zoned out at the
crappy television shows, not watching, but staring at the moving
images on the screen.
~
Braxton shaved his jaw after he showered, since he woke up
very early for his morning workout, he usually did these things
the night before. His hair was wet and covering his forehead as
he ran a razor over his jaw and neck. Everything will be okay.
Calm down.
Braxton thought about valium. If it was good enough for
Richfield, maybe it was good enough for him. He couldn’t keep
hitting the bottle to stop the rage. He wasn’t going to become an
alcoholic.
Once he had finished grooming, he dressed in a pair of