by Davis, SJ
“What are you in the mood for Damien?” Dax turns to me.
“Anything is fine with me, you’re the Julia Childs of the house. I’ll eat pretty much everything, except liver and beets.”
“How about we pick up some fresh veggies, a few top sirloins, and some chicken breasts? We can toss it on the grill, but I’ll need some marinade also.”
“I’m just here for the ride, whatever you think we need.”
I still have no earthly idea what he’s making, but who cares, I’m not cooking it. He gets everything, including salad dressing, and beer, we head to the checkout counter. I go ahead of him to load everything into my truck, and he follows me after paying. We head for home.
Pushing the remote to my garage door opener, I pull in remembering that I forgot to get Aaron's clicker. Shit! I help Dax with the groceries and we go into the kitchen.
I head upstairs, change clothes and head back downstairs.
“Do you need any help with anything? Damn, I can’t believe that just came out of my mouth.” I slap my hand across my mouth, joking with him.
“Why?”
“I’m just not in familiar in this part of the house at all. Throw me in the office or out on the site, and I’m at home. But this unchartered part of the house is foreign to me, except for the coffee pot. Now I can cook a mean pot of coffee.”
“Cook? That would be brew, right?” Dax laughs. “Do you have any skewers?”
“I have no idea, look through the drawers. What are you concocting in here anyway?”
Dax spreads the sirloins in a pan, pouring beer over them, then puts chicken in another pan, and pours Italian dressing all over it. He covers both pans with foil, and then drinks the rest of the beer. He dumps the vegetables in the sink.
“Concocting? Sounds like a science project. I’m making supper. Do you like shish kebobs?”
I pop the top on a cold one, how do I resist this? “What’s not to like about meat on a stick?” I wink.
He spews beer all in the sink from laughing, “Damn Damien, are trying to kill a guy here or what?”
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” I’m practically falling out laughing now.
“Now that was a good one, but you caught me way off guard. Shit!”
We both crack up. I have to admit, he’s got a great personality, and thank goodness, a sense of humor. At least he took it in stride. I love his laugh, it’s genuine and real. You can tell a lot about a person by their laugh, what they laugh at and how they do it. His is radiating security, confidence and comfort. All great qualities in a person.
“Damien, would you mind firing up the pit? I need to get these vegetables clean.” He looks over his shoulder. I love the way he can raise one eyebrow.
“No problem.”
I walk out by the pool to start the grill, and I light the tiki torches. I love the essence of grilling food, and the whole outdoor cooking ambiance.
Dax comes out with the trays of meat and place the food on the pit. He sets the tray on top of the sink in the covered mini bar next to the pool.
“I’m going to run up and change myself now, be right back.”
Is he wearing a diaper or something? I laugh at the way he words things, I think he meant change clothes. I grab us a couple of the beers from the mini fridge, then return to the patio table.
“Much better, man I love this time of year in Texas.”
“You and me both. So you’re off work tomorrow?”
“Yep, don’t have another job until Monday at lunchtime.” Dax stretches his arms back. “All of my clients seem to sleep late for some reason. I think most of them smoke a little too much herb sometimes.”
“I could probably get you some business with some of the people at my work. Make sure you give me some business cards.”
“I’d appreciate that man. So how are things on your side of work?” He takes a swallow of his beer.
“Going good. I’ve got to be on the site Monday morning, we’re setting up to do some more repairs on I-10.”
“Will that interstate ever be done? As long as I can remember, it’s always been under repairs.”
“You sound like the reporter that keeps giving us flack about that.” I laugh. “We take it in sections, and so many factors play into that, it’s insane.”
“I can imagine.” He lights up a smoke. “Want one?”
“Yes, I left mine upstairs.”
I spark up, and he turns the kabobs over. Granger runs up to him, sniffing the air.
“Hey there boy, I wondered where you were, you big mutt.” He pets him on the back, rubbing up and down his fur. “Does he ever go swimming with you?”
“In my old place he did, but he’s never been in this pool.”
“Need another beer?”
I nod, and he walks over to get one, and places it in my hand.
“I can’t believe you aren’t out here every night, making use of all this.”
“I think I used it once or twice, maybe. I guess I was just too busy getting everything else around here organized.” I was too busy catering Aaron’s ass around town actually.
“Bet it was an adjustment. This place is much bigger than your old one.”
“A lot bigger, but I’m comfortable here, you know? This place feels like home. The other one never did.”
“Hell, I just got here, and it feels like home. Oh shit, the food.”
He jumps up and rushes to the pit, pouring his beer on the coals to lower the flame, and I bolt to the bar to get a glass of water just in case. Filling the glass, he comes into the bar area, squishing in front of me to get the tray. The flame is out. His ass rubs up against me, and instinctively my free hand reaches to his hipbone, giving a gentle squeeze.
Dax glances back towards the grill to make sure the flame is out. I know I should jerk my hand away, but I can’t move. He’s not moving either. Neither of us says a word.
Dax inhales a deep breath, and leans back slightly, against me. It seems like ten minutes has past, but realistically I know it’s only been a few seconds.
I inhale his cool water cologne, my god he smells fucking good. I lean forward just a bit, and brush my lips across his bare back. His skin is warm from him working in the sun all the time. I continue sliding my lips across the curves in his back. His skin breaks out in goose bumps, but he still doesn’t move away.
With the tip of my tongue, I make little swipes at his skin, and he gasps again. I slide my left hand from his hipbone to the front a tiny bit, and my finger slips inside the top of his waistband of his shorts. He shifts, so I remove it, but still caress his stomach muscles in my palm.
Dax lets out a quiet moan, “Mmm…”
I let out a groan at the feel of all those muscles. My lips pucker and I begin giving him pecks to his back, followed by my swirling tongue, tracing across to another area. He presses just a little harder back against me, still holding the tray in his hands. He tosses his head back towards me, engulfing my face in long blond strands.
I lower my hand, gliding across his cotton shorts and into his cargo pocket. With my index finger, I trace up and down against his dick in his pants, he’s hard. Closing my fingertips together, I pinch through the material, and slide up and down his cock. A loud breath escapes from him again, and I breathe into his back, causing chill bumps to explode all over him.
He moans, and then turns sideways towards the grill.
“Shit, the food.”
He pushes back towards me with his ass, and I move back quickly, as he darts back to pull the food from the flames that just sparked up again.
Chapter Six
This is just a tad bit awkward. It’s more like I’m a little on the freaked out side. I’m not sure how to handle, or deal with what happened with Damien, or the strange silent dinner we just had. After we finish, I clean up, go to my room and plop down on my bed. I cross my hands behind my head, trying to wrap my brain around what happened.
Did Damien touching me, make me horny? Hel
l yes. Did it scare the living crap out of me? Fuck yeah. Did I want Damien to stop? Yes. Did I want him to continue? Absolutely. Now, how do I even begin to sort this out, when all I can do is contradict myself and my thoughts?
I’ve never even thought about being with a man. For starters, I’ve never had to deal with anything even close to this. When I was a kid, it was all about the chicks. It always has been, and guys have never once entered into it, not ever. The stereotypical things come into play about dudes, they are your hanging out buddies, your kick it around crew. This is how I was raised.
So why didn’t I stop Damien from touching me? God, I have to hash this all out in my head. Not knowing why I feel a certain way about something is making me mental.
I like the fact that Damien’s just an overall cool dude. He’s funny and easy to get along with. Damien isn’t the kind of guy to prance around throwing his opinions on everyone. He’s a self-confident man, secure in his life, cocky when it comes to business, successful, intelligent, fun and easy going. And the man, I’m certain, has never pranced a day in his life. He’s manly, a bit rugged, and he definitely has that whole bad-boy thing going on.
Is there anything not likeable about Damien? I don’t think so. He’s not mean or arrogant, and he’s not a woman hater. He’s just a man who explores all flavors of things, as he said.
I think the reason this scares me so bad, is because of all the stereotypes, and to be honest, I’m not ready to face it. I’ve never held anything against a person before, and certainly don’t judge people. I take people at face value, and accept everyone’s right to be themselves. Everyone has their own opinions and expressions, they’re allowed to be who they are. I’ve never understood people who do these kinds of things to another human being. It’s what makes us all unique as people, different, but there is always someone out there who is ready to bash someone else, without regard for the persons’ feelings. It’s never made sense to me, are they all out to hide their own insecurities, and boost their own egos. It’s ridiculous.
Now the real question, the one my mind doesn’t even want to think about is did I like it? The way he feels, the way he makes me feel? It did feel good. The physical feeling itself isn’t any different than being touched by a woman. It’s a bit shocking at first, but in those few minutes, or seconds, not sure which, my mind didn’t focus on the obvious.
Damien’s kisses were warm, even passionate. I still broke out in goose bumps the way I’ve always done when turned on. Maybe his hands were rougher, I don’t recall. My body responded to his caresses the same way they always have. In those few minutes, everything was great in my book, it seemed normal. Sensual, and somewhat erotic too.
So what is it I’m so scared of again? Is it just the idea of it all being different because he’s a man, or is it because I’m worried I’ll get hurt again? Both! There were two people in my past that hurt me, and I’ve pretty much written off anything serious with anyone since.
The first was a girl named Carrie. I really fell hard for her, head over heels in love, but she didn’t quite feel the same. She loved me, but after a year and a half, she moved on, and I was left to try to pick up shattered pieces of my heart that she left trailing after her. It was hard, I’m not even sure to this day that I’ve completely gotten past her, I’m not sure that’s even possible, but I just adapted. I’d always promised myself I wouldn’t get involved that deeply with anyone ever again, and I haven’t.
The other person is my brother, Dale. We were close, tighter than most. We did almost everything together, except for that one night. If I had been there, my brother would still be alive.
So yes, the fears of this whole situation with Damien, catches me on two sides, both resulting in hurt. The fear of loss, maybe. When I get too close to things they disappear, so I try to keep myself from that. Is that what this is all about?
Shit, maybe it really is, but now the question comes back around to the obvious. Is taking this any further with Damien even an option for me? I don’t know, I honestly just don’t know.
For two reasons, this needs to get resolved. One, I need to know what he’s thinking about it all, and the second reason is that since I’m now living here, things could go south quick if it’s not straightened out.
I need to talk to him!
Chapter Seven
After the uneasy way things ended between Dax and me, I’m not sure what to think. I know I was probably out of line with what happened, but it just kind of happened. It wasn’t my plan to grope all over him like a stray cat in heat. What was I thinking? Dax, and I haven’t talked about it, we pretended it didn’t happen, but it made everything very awkward. The silent dinner was horrible.
I’m not sure how to act, what to say. It’s not like I can walk up him, and say ‘Geez, Dax. Thanks for letting me cop a feel on your junk last night, you’re a real pal.’ God, I need coffee bad. Someone shoot me!
Downstairs, I let Granger out, and continue my mission to find caffeine. I’ve got a hangover from hell, my head is throbbing. As I round the corner to the kitchen, I run smack-dab into Dax.
“Oh, crap…sorry man.” I step to the side.
“My fault.” Dax sidesteps too, his expression full of shock.
After last night, he probably thinks I’m about to hit my knees for an encore performance. We both move, but in same direction. Oh god! Face to face, we block one another’s path again.
“Sorry. I need coffee bad.” I smile and choke at the same time.
“Ditto, I just made us a fresh pot.”
“Thanks.” I wave my hand for him to pass.
He looks relieved as he passes me. Ugh, I hate these kinds of moments, when everything is out of whack, strange, and flat out awkward. I pour a cup and head outside for the newspaper.
After retrieving, I sit on the couch, putting my coffee down on the table. Dax is in the recliner by the fireplace. I flip through the paper, not really looking for anything in particular, except the forecast.
“Ah hell.”
“Something wrong, Damien?” He leans forward in his chair, glancing my way.
"Storms are coming through the next couple days. A hundred percent chance of rain this afternoon, plus the next two days." I toss the paper on the couch. I rub my hands over my face. "Guess that will shut down my work for the next week or so, until it dries up."
“Seriously, storms? I guess that means I’ll be off too. I better get busy reschedule everything.” He stands up, looks out the window, and takes his cell from the end table.
“I need to call the foreman on each of the sites, and check in with the office.” I stand and walk upstairs.
Work wise, this isn’t what I need right now, but I can’t control Mother Nature. The reporters are going to have a field day, again. At least now, I can take a few days off.
After spending three hours calling everyone, I finally peel my ear from the phone and head back downstairs.
“Did you get all your calls taken care of?”
“Yes, finally, and I took off a few days while at it. I think the last day I had off was this time a year ago. Granger needs shots, plus I need to get all my tax info together.” I wipe the sweat from my brow.
“I’m headed over to my parents, kind of our Sunday thing to have lunch, but I’ll be back tonight. Need anything while I’m gone?”
“No thanks, I’m good.”
“Okay Damien, enjoy your day.” He turns to walk away, but glances back.
“Hey, did you want to ride? You’re more than welcome to come with me.”
I’m good. But hey, thanks, I appreciate it.” He digs through the basket, grabs his keys and strolls out the door.
I’m surprised he asked, that was pretty cool of him. At least it temporarily broke the ice for a few minutes. My house phone rings, and I snatch it up, only seeing the caller ID afterward. It’s Aaron.
“Hi,” he says.
“What Aaron?” I clench the phone, I’m going to end up shattering it, I swear.
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“I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
“I’m fine. I need the clicker for the garage door.”
“Oh sorry, I forgot to give it back. I left a few things in the garage too. I’ll come by in a couple hours, all right?”
“Yeah, fine Aaron.” I slam the phone down.
I don’t want to talk to Aaron, much less see him, but I also don’t want him having a way inside my home when I’m not here. That trust is shot to shit. I try to be a forgiving and caring person, sometimes that’s just impossible. Especially in a situation like this.
Thunder booms, and the crack of lightning snaps across the sky like a Dom’s whip. Dark gray clouds roll over the blue sky, as sporadic bolts detonate the skyline with light. The bottom’s about to fall out, so I run out to throw a few things in the mailbox, and let Granger piss before the storm hits. When I stroll back inside, the scent of Dax’s cologne radiates off of his jacket that hangs by the front door.
I flash back to what’s happened in the short time he’s been here. I honestly hope we can get past things, I never meant to make him skittish or uncomfortable around me. He’s just a good, down to earth man, I was way off base by letting my alcohol take over me the way it did.
Although I would love things to go further, I’ll have to keep him in his mind. Just thinking of him makes me horny. The way he walks, and laughs. His smile is so sexy. Fuck me. I lay on the couch, feeling the tingle in my cock. I slip my jogging pants over my dick, wrapping my hand around it. As I think of him, and his pouty lips, I stroke up and down on my shaft imaging the way it felt with him leaning back against me, as I slithered my hands across his chest. I pump harder, and faster. I imagine what it would have been like to be him over and sink my dick into him. Oh yeah… I start breathing harder. Faster and faster, I jerk my dick knowing I’m about to cum. I close my eyes, and imagine fucking him in the mouth. Yesss. I cream all over my sweats.
***
A hairy nudge against my face wakes me up. I try to push Granger out of my face. When I shove him, I snap to full alert. It’s Aaron.