by G. A. Hauser
my parents were liberal enough, they just said, ‘be happy.’ I was
lucky.”
Braxton set his glass on the coffee table beside him. “I dated
both for so long, I couldn’t decide what I wanted.”
“I’ve never been attracted to women.” Fabian finished his
wine and placed his glass down, reaching to touch Braxton’s arm
as it rested on the back of the couch. “I can admire them, but
there’s nothing about them I want.”
Braxton shrugged. “I can appreciate both sexes. I suppose I
am a true bisexual. But I’ve learned over the years it’s easier to
have just a sexual relationship with men. They get it. Women are
more prone to getting hurt.”
“Not me. I get hurt.” Fabian used one finger to trace along
Braxton’s solid forearm.
“I figure I must as well. I just think I’ve built up a wall. But
I’m really tired of everything. I work hard, and I don’t have the
energy to keep something real going.”
“I totally get that. And most relationships take a lot of work. I
don’t know an easy one.”
“Exactly. I guess I miss the companionship when I’m on my
own, but not the drama.”
Nodding, Fabian couldn’t agree more. “The longer I’ve been
out of a relationship, the harder I think it will be to make that
transition. I’ve gotten used to being on my own, and doing my
own thing.”
“Then we’re in the same place mentally.”
“Not exactly. I’m looking. I would love to get a permanent
partner.”
“Permanent like in…get married?”
“Yes. Marry.” Fabian thought about the signed coaster. It was
in his nightstand inside his favorite romance novel. He looked at
it in the evening before bed and it made him smile.
Braxton gave Fabian a sly grin.
“What?” Fabian asked.
“Men getting married. I guess I thought the whole benefit to
being with a man was you didn’t have to do all that crazy
straight stuff.”
“You don’t. No one does.”
“Do you want kids?”
“No. You?”
“Nope.”
The intercom buzzer sounded and Fabian hopped up and
pushed the button to speak. “Third floor. I’ll meet you in the
hall.” He picked up the cash he had placed near the door and
turned to Braxton. “Be right back.”
Braxton nodded.
~
While Fabian met the pizza delivery person, Braxton picked
up both wine glasses and brought them to the kitchen to refill.
Once he had, he took a look around the simple home, thinking
about Fabian and his life, enjoying just talking with him, getting
to know him.
Braxton hadn’t given anyone time to share themselves with
him. Most people were a bore, or spoke of nothing but reality TV
and complained non-stop. Either that or they wanted something.
Something other than what he was willing to give.
Picking up the glass to sip, he stood in front of the
refrigerator and inspected several colorful magnets from
different states and countries, assuming Fabian had bought them
as souvenirs.
A photo was pinned to it by a few small round magnets.
Braxton took a closer look. It appeared to be a family shot on a
skiing outing. Fabian, in his wool cap, his cheeks rosy, had a
dazzling smile.
“Mm.” Braxton touched it lightly. “So fucking hot.”
The door to the apartment opened and Braxton turned to see
Fabian carrying the pizza box. Immediately the aroma of
pepperoni and cheese filled the place.
“Where are your plates?” Braxton asked, setting his stemmed
glass down.
“Up there.” Fabian indicated with a tilt of his head and once
he put the pizza on the table he removed forks and knives from a
drawer.
“So, you’re a skier?” Braxton put two ceramic plates on the
table.
“I don’t go very often. Why?”
“The photo on the fridge.” Braxton placed both wine glasses
near the plates. “Is that your family?”
“Yes. We were in Tahoe.”
Nodding, Braxton sat beside Fabian as he opened the lid of
the cardboard box and took a slice.
“Looks decent. I hate eating all this grease, but I’m starving.”
“I think if you work out every day, you can treat yourself.”
Fabian folded the slice and blew on it as it steamed.
“I treat myself too much. And I’m in agony from this
morning’s workout.”
“I don’t get sore anymore.”
“You would if you had my trainer.” Braxton shook his head.
“He keeps changing the routine, so my muscles never get used to
anything.”
“Ah. I get it. My routine’s the same all the time. I like it.”
“I hate mine, but it’s a must. I’d go nuts without it.” Braxton
met Fabian’s eyes. “More nuts.”
Fabian laughed and took a bite, nodding his head at the flavor
of the pizza. “Good.”
Enjoying this evening so much more than he’d anticipated,
Braxton reached out and caressed Fabian’s hair, then smiled at
him and ate his slice of pizza.
Fabian’s smile dropped slightly and he said, “I really like
you.”
“I really like you too.”
“Have you ever said that to someone before?”
“No.” Braxton chuckled. “I never had a second date before.”
“That can’t be true.”
Braxton shrugged. “Why would I lie?”
“One thousand first dates?”
“Something like that.”
“Have…have you ever caught anything? Ya know.”
“No. I always take precautions.” Braxton sipped his wine and
asked, “You?”
“No. Nothing. I haven’t had many partners and always used
protection.”
“Good.” Braxton assumed he was the dirty one of the two and
didn’t doubt Fabian. “I suppose we should have had this
conversation on Thursday.”
“You did use a condom.”
“I did. I always will.”
Fabian set his slice down and wiped his mouth. “Even if
you’re in a committed relationship?”
“Probably. What if the guy cheats?”
“Wow. So you’ve never had sex without a condom?”
“Yes. With myself.” He smiled.
“No, seriously, Braxton. Never?”
“Never.” Braxton met Fabian’s eyes.
“What if the man earned your trust?”
“How would a man do that?”
Fabian reached for Braxton and tenderly touched his jaw. He
drew Braxton to his lips and kissed him lightly.
Tingles rushed over Braxton’s body. He stared at Fabian as
Fabian sat back and resumed eating.
A sensation of meeting fate head-on hit Braxton. Like he had
been waiting for Fabian all his life. The minute the thought
passed through his mind, he shook it off as sappy and ridiculous.
Quietly, Fabian ate his meal, giving Braxton sweet smiles
between bites.
~
Fabian cleared up the plates as Braxton crushed
the pizza
box, throwing it out. Once he had finished tidying up, Fabian
asked, “You want to relax on the couch?”
“Sure.” Braxton dropped down on the same spot he had been
before and picked up a magazine from the coffee table.
Fabian sat beside him, not leaving a space. He ran his hand
up Braxton’s muscular thigh and enjoyed touching him.
“You actually read these things?” Braxton turned the
magazine to face Fabian.
“I buy them on impulse once and a while at the grocery store
checkout line. That one had Alex and Billy on the cover so I
couldn’t resist.”
Braxton tossed it back on the table. “A twenty year age gap?
That’s a lose-lose proposition. Top that off with Alexander being
in the acting biz? Good luck.”
“Such a pessimist.” Fabian crawled closer to Braxton, over
his bent knee. They stared at each other intensely.
Braxton caressed Fabian’s hair.
“Too full to play?”
“Just right.”
Fabian crept closer and kissed Braxton. He gently
reciprocated and snaked his arms around Fabian. They kissed
lovingly for a while, Fabian caressing Braxton’s leg and Braxton
cupping his head through his hair.
After a long moment, Fabian leaned back. “I think we can
move to the bedroom now.”
“Really? I’m enjoying this.” Braxton smiled teasingly.
“Mm.” Fabian crawled into his arms, resting his head on
Braxton’s shoulder. In reaction, Braxton held him tight,
caressing his back and neck. God! I can so fall in love with you!
Fabian closed his eyes and imagined them together. Why
couldn’t life be this easy?
Marry me.
He wanted to say that. After one week? Am I insane?
Yes!
He sniffed Braxton’s shirt, making him chuckle.
“Do I stink?”
“You smell so damn good I want to roll on you like a dog.”
“On shit?”
Fabian sat up so he could see Braxton’s expression. “That’s
their nirvana.”
“True.” Braxton traced Fabian’s lips. “Got a better idea than
bed.”
“Do you? What could be better than bed?”
“The shower.”
“Ohhh!” Fabian liked it. “I can’t remember the last double
shower I’ve had.”
“I never did. And I don’t count the gym.”
Fabian’s jaw went slack. “Never?”
“Nope. One dates. None in showers.”
“Well, come right this way.” Fabian stood and reached out to
haul Braxton up. “Let me get us a condom. Go get naked.”
Before Fabian walked away, Braxton spun him into his arms.
This time the kiss was hot, not sweet. Fabian swooned in his
arms and his cock throbbed under his jeans.
Fabian was released as if he were a dancer and continued on
his way to his bedroom, grinning wickedly.
~
Braxton removed his clothing, folding it in a pile on the
bathroom floor. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror over
the sink and dragged his fingers through his hair, getting it out of his eyes. He gave himself a smile. This was fun. He was
enjoying this evening very much, not going through the usual
scenarios of trying to find excuses to escape some unbearable
‘date’.
He reached into the tub and turned on the water, getting it
warm. Fabian returned with a handful of fresh towels, a condom
and the lubrication.
The towels were stacked on the closed toilet seat and the
condom and lube were placed inside the shower on the tub rim.
Braxton, hands on hips, watched Fabian getting them
prepared, and really liked him. A lot.
“There. Ready for you- inside and out- if ya know what I
mean.” Fabian stopped fussing and stood still. He looked at
Braxton and his eyes went wide. “Wow.” His gaze lowered to
Braxton’s crotch. “Damn!”
Braxton laughed softly—after all, this was the first time he
was totally naked for Fabian. While the room filled with steam,
Fabian stripped his jeans and T-shirt off and lunged for Braxton,
nearly toppling them over.
Braxton reached for the vanity to brace himself then once he
got his balance he surrounded Fabian with his arms and they
kissed. Moaning, feeling the vibration of Fabian’s whimpers
through their chests, Braxton arched his back and picked Fabian
off his feet playfully as they swirled tongues.
Fabian locked his ankles around Braxton’s waist and dug his
fingers deeply into Braxton’s hair. Holding Fabian tightly,
Braxton stepped into the tub and slid the glass door closed, then
backed them up under the rushing hot water.
Fabian parted from the kiss and closed his eyes, allowing the
spray to drench them. His legs slid down Braxton’s body and his
hands went right for Braxton’s cock.
With the water pelting his back, Braxton ran his fingers into
Fabian’s wet hair and brought his mouth back to his. Kissing.
With one-date-wonders, Braxton hadn’t been interested in it
much. He was now. All he wanted to do was suck on Fabian’s
tongue. Well, that wasn’t all he wanted to do, but he was crazy
about this guy.
Fabian soaped up and ran Braxton’s cock hand over fist from
the base to the tip.
Chills washed through Braxton’s body and the urge to come
was strong. To prevent falling over the climactic edge too soon
and coming before he fucked Fabian, Braxton grabbed Fabian by
his upper arms and spun him around, pushing him to face the far
wall of the shower. Fabian moaned and pressed his palms on the
tile, his cheek against it, his eyes closed.
Braxton looked at Fabian’s body from behind and loved it—
his narrow waist and flaring shoulders. Using the soap, Braxton
began washing Fabian’s skin, working his way to his ass.
Fabian’s whimpers of pleasure were so hot, Braxton’s cock was
seeping pre-cum and blushing red. He lathered up Fabian’s crack
and ran his fingers from the beginning to the base of Fabian’s
balls.
“Braxton…” Fabian pressed his knuckles into the wet wall as
steam engulfed the room.
Making sure his hand was slick, Braxton pushed his fingertip
inside Fabian, leaning on Fabian’s back to lick his neck and
shoulder.
“Oh, God…” Fabian spread his legs as far as he could in the
confines of the tub.
Glancing at the rubber and lube, Braxton picked up the
lubrication and added it to his soapy hand, pushing deeper before
the water managed to rinse it away. The spray was hitting
Braxton’s back at the moment and not affecting the contact
between them.
His fingers glided inside Fabian so easily he was able to
deepen the penetration. As he did, the reaction from Fabian was
delicious, his purring and moaning were making Braxton edge
the climax again.
He reached his right hand around Fabian’s torso and bumped
into his stiff cock. Gripping it, he used his left to massage both
inside Fabian and the base of his dick at the same time he jerked
him off.
Fabian arched his back, his hands reaching higher over his
head and his entire body tensed. Braxton closed his eyes and
chewed on Fabian’s neck and upper back as he amped up the
friction, wanting to hear his lover in climax.
The first strong pulsating throbs came from inside Fabian,
then Braxton felt Fabian’s cock thicken so hard Braxton nearly
came just from the excitement. Fabian released a deep guttural
moan that echoed in the wet room. Braxton hissed out a powerful
exhale of satisfaction at giving Fabian pleasure. He milked him
gently, trying to prolong his climax. He pulled his fingers out
and went for the condom, shaking he was so pent up. As Fabian
recovered, gasping for breath, Braxton used more lubrication and
pushed his stiff cock inside his man.
He slid in deeply this time, all the way, and held Fabian’s
waist as he thrust in. “Oh fuck!” Braxton stared at the connection
between them, Fabian’s perfect ass and his own engorged cock
in it—that union made his knees shake. He drove in hard and
fast, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, and went into the
deepest, most intense orgasm he had ever felt.
He clung onto Fabian waiting for it to subside, sliding in and
out gently, then pushing one last time deeply, and pulling out.
With his forehead resting on Fabian’s wet hair, Braxton
embraced him, pulling Fabian to his chest.
Fabian leaned on him and hugged Braxton’s arms tightly.
A sense of relief and longing washed over Braxton. It was so
strong he had no idea what he had been missing until he had
someone like Fabian in his arms. His emotions welled up and he
bit them back painfully.
~
Fabian recuperated from one of the most incredible sexual
moments he had ever had. He looked down at Braxton’s
muscular arms as they held him around his waist. Smiling,
Fabian allowed his head to fall back on Braxton’s shoulder and
kissed his cheek. “Wow. Can I keep you?”
“Yes…please.”
Hearing a sob come from Braxton, Fabian tried to turn to face
him but Braxton tightened his grip, preventing him.
“Braxton?”
“Give me a second.”
Braxton buried his face into Fabian’s neck and sniffled as if
trying to fight his emotions. Fabian reached for him and touched
his wet skin, comforting him. “Then it meant as much to you as