by G. A. Hauser
“Ahhfuck…ahh…”
That means yes. Phil smiled in contentment.
Chris pulled out slowly. When he had, Phil tilted to look over his shoulder.
“Shower.” Chris held out his hand.
Allowing Chris to help him stand, Phil kicked off his briefs that had hung on his ankle and followed Chris to the bathroom. As he watched Chris dispose of the condom and start the water in the shower, Phil whispered, “If I were to commit to a man, it would be someone like you.”
Chris appeared amused.
“We can stay in touch.” Phil wanted to see him again.
“Of course.” Chris climbed into the crashing torrent gesturing for Phil to join him.
“I’m serious.” Phil watched the water cascading over Chris’s perfect physique. “I just wish I was older. You know, like thirty or something.”
“I get it. You don’t have to justify wanting to be single to me, Phil.” Chris relinquished the showerhead to him.
As Phil wet down, he muttered, “I know. It’s just that I didn’t expect to meet such an amazing man.”
“In the dark in the fitting room at Nordy’s?” Chris laughed.
“Yes.” Phil wasn’t laughing.
“Me neither.” Chris soaped up.
“Will you wait for me?”
“Wait for you?” Chris appeared puzzled.
Not wanting to tell Chris how crazy he was about him, Phil shook his head. “Never mind.” He found the shampoo and washed his hair.
When Chris grabbed his jaw, Phil met his eyes instantly.
“I’m here anytime you want me.”
Warmth spread across Phil’s chest. “Thanks, Chris. I mean that.”
“So do I, handsome. So do I.”
Flat Out
Michael stretched and yawned tiredly. Opening his eyes, seeing light flooding into his bedroom through his slatted blinds, he suddenly remembered last night and the storm. Rolling over, Michael caught Greg staring at him contentedly.
“Hello.” Michael chuckled. “Have you been up long?”
“No. Just a few minutes.”
Michael looked back at his clock. It was flashing the incorrect time. “Power’s on.”
“Yes. I heard things starting up just a little while ago, you know, the fridge, your answering machine…”
Nodding, Michael crushed the pillow under his head and sighed deeply. “You have to rush off? Or can I make us breakfast and some coffee?”
“I have to be back at the mall later.”
“I have an evening shift tonight as well.” Michael ran his hand back though his hair, knowing he most likely had bed head. “Would you like to shower?”
“Yes. If you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. I can make the coffee while you do.”
“That would be very nice of you.”
His smile falling to a pout, Michael didn’t know why, but he sensed something cold emanating from Greg. Remorse? Morning after regrets? “You all right?”
“I’m fine.”
Michael didn’t believe that for a minute. He climbed out of bed and slipped on his briefs. “Let me make sure you have enough towels.”
“Thank you.”
Refraining from grimacing at Greg in disappointment, Michael checked the bathroom and set out a few fresh linens. When he returned to the bedroom, Greg was sitting up, waiting.
“It’s ready for you.”
“Thank you, Michael.”
“Don’t mention it.” Michael watched Greg make his way to the bathroom. Greg didn’t making eye contact with him as he did. “Nice,” Michael snarled to himself. Slipping on a shirt and his jeans, Michael headed to the kitchen to start the coffee dripping. He turned on the television to catch up on the news coverage of the night’s storm. As he filled the carafe with water and the filter with coffee, he heard the shower start up. Trying not to grow upset with Greg’s distant attitude, Michael watched video of the devastation the storm had left around the area and knew it would take ages to clean it up.
In a few minutes, while Michael sipped his cup of coffee and watched the broadcast, a very weary looking Greg appeared.
“Help yourself.” Michael gestured to the empty mug and coffee pot.
“Thank you.”
“My turn. Will you be here when I get out of the shower,” Michael asked bitterly.
“Yes.”
Without another word, Michael left the room. Taking off his clothing, he entered the bathroom and went through his routine of shaving, washing and getting ready for the day. All the while he was having doubts about Greg’s interest in anything more than what they had. A one night fling. The lack of emotion in Greg was so palpable it was painful.
Once he had finished, Michael dressed in clean clothing and stood at the dresser mirror to tuck in his shirt and check his hair. I’m not bad looking, am I? What’s with the attitude? You’d think any older guy would be hot for me?
When he returned to the kitchen, Greg had an empty mug in his hand and a vacant stare on his face. The news was still being spouted from the TV but it didn’t appear Greg was listening.
Michael shut it off. “Would you like a piece of toast? I can make us something.”
“Don’t go to any trouble.” Greg woke from his stupor and finally met Michael’s eyes.
“What’s wrong, Greg? Did I do something to upset you?” Michael knew he hadn’t.
“No. Not in the least. Michael, I was very grateful for last night.”
“Grateful?” Michael didn’t know why, but that was an insulting comment.
Greg rose up to set his mug into the sink. “Yes. It was amazing and I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed you.”
“And? But?” Michael waited for the punch line, the kiss off.
“And?” Greg just stared at him blankly.
“And you don’t want to see me again?” Michael finished the sentence for him.
After a frown in response, Greg muttered, “My life is complicated right now.”
“Uh uh.” Asshole. Fuck off.
“I really did enjoy it. You’re a lovely man, Michael.”
“Look,” Michael held up his hand to stop him. “I can’t stand theatrics or games. Why don’t you just go? I get the hint.”
Greg moved quickly across the room to him, embracing him. “It’s not what you think.”
“It never is,” Michael sneered. “I’m not in love, Greg. You won’t break my heart, okay?”
An expression of pain flashed across Greg’s face. “I could fall in love with a man like you.”
Now Michael was growing angry. “I think it’s time you left.” Stop playing games with me!
“I want to see you again.”
Nudging out of Greg’s embrace, Michael crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “Sure, Greg. Call me when you ‘uncomplicate’ your life.” Michael snorted at the joke.
“I will. I promise you I will.”
Making his way to his front door, Michael opened it. “See ya.”
“Michael,” Greg sighed sadly.
“What?” Michael announced in aggravation. “I get it, okay? A one night thing. Go. I really don’t want you here any longer.”
“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Yeah, yeah, heard it all before.” Michael looked away from him. A warm hand brought his attention back. He reluctantly met Greg’s handsome gaze.
“I just need a little time.”
“Whatever.”
“I enjoyed last night. More than I can express.”
Michael watched Greg’s eyes fill with water and softened his anger at the sight. “Me too.”
“Can I call you again?”
“Sure.” I’m such a fucking pushover. Michael wrote his phone number down for him.
Greg pecked his lips. “Thank you.”
Nodding, biting his lip, wanting more from Greg but obviously not going to get it, Michael watched him go. Greg looked back a few times before he drove off.
/> Slowly closing the door, Michael wished Greg was eager to begin a relationship. It seemed so right. But last night was obviously just a trick of the storm.
* * * *
Fighting back his emotions as he drove, Greg ground his jaw in anger. The passion from Michael last night consumed him. He hadn’t felt that loved and wanted for a very long time, and he craved more. He craved Michael.
He’s so beautiful, so giving. A charming, kind soul.
Greg wanted him so badly he ached.
Parked in his driveway, Greg inhaled and controlled his emotions before walking to his front door. The entire area was a mess with cleanup crews, men working on power lines, and emergency vehicles still racing around in the aftermath.
Before gathering his keys and raincoat, Greg slipped his ring back on his finger, then scuffed his way to his front door, turning the key in the lock.
“Where the hell have you been?”
The screech of her voice made him wince. “I was caught at the mall. Some power pole came down and they kept everyone inside.” He tossed his coat on the sofa, avoiding her eyes.
“You could have called.”
“I tried. The lines were down.” He reluctantly met her gaze. The hatred coming from a woman he had once loved made him sick to his stomach. She was a ragged hag, lost her looks, her confidence, her figure, and now she was just a bane of his existence.
“We’re not legally divorced yet, Greg,” she scolded. “You still have to answer to me.”
“That’s a laugh. Answer to you? You despise me.” He glanced around. “Where are the girls?”
“At Janis’s. Why do you give a shit?”
“Leave me alone. I have to go to work later this afternoon. Your constant hen-pecking drains the life from me.”
“Good. I wish you were dead. Move out.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he snapped back sarcastically. “I am moving out. Believe me.”
“Not soon enough. You make me sick.”
“Then why the hell did you care where I was last night?” He paused before he entered his room to change his clothing. “You’re a control freak, Donna. A fucking control freak. You hate my guts but you have to micromanage my every waking minute.”
“Fuck you.”
“Nice. I’m so pleased you’re the mother of my daughters.”
“Augh! Move out! I can’t stand the sight of you.”
“The feeling is very mutual.” Greg closed himself into his room to change his suit for his later shift. As he did, he grew tired and sat down on the bed. Running his hand through his hair, he thought of Michael and felt his chest tighten up in agony. “You amazing man. Wait for me. Please, God, Michael, wait for me.” Greg dabbed at his eye and continued to dress, hearing his soon to be ex-wife moving right outside his door. Peering down at the slip of paper Michael had given him with his phone number on it, Greg already had the urge to call him and make a date. But he knew in just a few weeks he’d be divorced, moved out, and ready for a new start. He just wished the timing was better. Pulling Michael along as he continued divorce proceedings seemed unfair. Michael should get a man who was free and clear, he at least deserved that.
“I’ll be there for you, babe.” Greg touched the corner of his eye. “Please, hang in there.”
Movie House
Doug groaned and stretched his back. Blinking, he surveyed his bedroom and tried to kick-start his brain. Hearing breathing beside him, Doug peered over at the pillow next to him to see a handsome blue-eyed blond sleeping deeply.
A smile made its way to Doug’s mouth. Hello, gorgeous! Doug rolled to his side, propping up his head in his hand so he could admire Carl.
“I figured you’d be taken.” Doug tightened his frown wondering how hard it would be for Carl to extricate himself from his present relationship. He hated that. He didn’t like interfering in anyone else’s life, and…he wanted a man who was free and clear, not one that came with the baggage of a bad break up.
“Are you worth it?” Doug studied Carl’s face intensely. “Gorgeous motherfucker. Loves to top. Gives great head. What’s the catch?”
Doug brushed back a stray lock of golden hair from Carl’s forehead. Slowly Carl’s eyes opened at the touch. The crystal blue color of Carl’s irises were mesmerizing. What a prize he was. The man who currently possessed this hunk will not be happy he strayed. Suddenly it occurred to Doug. “That’s the catch.”
A furrow appeared between Carl’s eyebrows. “The catch?” His voice was gruff and sexy.
“I was admiring your good looks.” Doug ran his hand down Carl’s naked shoulder. “Ruminating over your attributes trying to decide what the catch was. You know, the one thing that’s going to cause me grief.”
“And?” Carl seemed to be more alert, shifting so he was facing Doug on the bed.
“Your boyfriend. Your present partner. He’s the catch. I suppose that fact is too obvious to ignore.”
Carl frowned. “He’s no fucking catch, believe me.”
“Really? Then how did he get you?” Doug felt a twinge of jealousy.
“He doesn’t have me. Not anymore.”
Carl paused to think about it. “That easy? All you have to do is decide it’s over and it is? No consideration for your other half’s feelings?”
“Stop.” Carl dropped to his back on the bed.
“Uh huh. The catch.” Doug smiled wryly. “I knew you were too pretty to be unattached. And my guess is your man will put up a fight to keep you.”
“He has no choice. I want you.”
“And what will that cost me?” Doug could only imagine. “Threats? Violence? Harassment?”
“I said stop. He won’t do that.”
“Is that a fact?” Doug found it grossly amusing. “So, this Mr. Whoever, will just say, ‘Oh, sure, Carl, it was nice knowing you. Have fun with your next boyfriend’.”
When Carl’s expression darkened, Doug felt even worse. “He won’t give you up without a fight, will he?”
His teeth bared, Carl snarled, “He has no choice! I’m not a fucking dog bone he can keep to himself. I have as much freedom as you do to choose a man. And I choose you.”
Doug knew Carl was kidding himself. “You live with him?”
Carl’s grimace hardened further.
“Is it your place or his?”
“His.”
“Where will you move to?” Doug wondered if Carl was expecting an invitation. He would get one, as soon as Doug knew Carl was free and clear of this nastiness he was creating.
“I don’t know.”
Seeing Carl’s pain, Doug cuddled with him to comfort him. Once he did, Carl let go of a deep stressful sigh.
“When you get your life sorted out, come here. But I don’t want to be involved in the mess. Okay?” Doug stroked Carl’s blond locks at the back of his head affectionately.
“Yes. I do. It’s my mess.”
“It is.” Doug kissed his forehead. “How long have you been with…whatever his name is?”
“Only nine months.”
“Only?” Doug knew that was pretty substantial for a twenty-year-old gay male.
“He’s very possessive. He drives me crazy.”
“Uh huh.” Talking about ‘the other man’ was certainly not turning Doug on.
“He’s older than I am. He thinks he can run every aspect of my life. I’m sick of it.”
“Where does he think you were last night?” Doug caressed Carl’s rough cheek.
“Other than the movie house…” Carl shrugged.
“Ah. Missing person.”
A second shrug preceded Carl’s reply. “I don’t give a shit. I was at the movie alone because we argued. He knows it’s over.”
“What were you waiting for? A man to fall back on?”
Carl flinched and made a move to climb out of the bed. Doug gripped his arm and dragged him back. “Not so fast.”
“I don’t need this shit from two men.”
“You think
I’m giving you shit?” Doug was very close to letting go, allowing Carl to leave. He didn’t need ‘this shit’ either.
“No. I’m sorry.” Carl embraced Doug and buried his face in Doug’s neck, holding him tight. “I want you. You’re perfect.”
“I’m far from it. But I won’t strangle you, Carl. I’m not like that.”
“I know. I know you’re wonderful.”
Smiling, thinking Carl was slightly naïve in his trust of someone he knew less than twenty-four hours, Doug still tried to take it as a nice compliment, as it was intended.
While they lie pressed together, Doug felt Carl’s cock moving against his hip. A smile made it to Doug’s face. The attraction was winning out against the worry. After petting Carl’s hair, Doug urged him to a kiss.
Carl went wild on him, pinning him down under him on the bed and pressing his hard-on into Doug’s crotch. “Let me fuck you.”
The request sent the hairs standing on Doug’s neck.
“I need to fuck you.”
Doug shivered and closed his eyes.
Carl began gnawing at Doug’s neck and jaw, leaning up over him to dry hump his body.
Chills rushed over Doug’s length as their cocks slid past each other and bumped and ground together. Carl chewed on Doug’s chin, his bottom lip, licking and kissing Doug’s earlobe, sending shivers all over Doug’s body. What was Doug supposed to say? No?
“Please?” Carl moaned in agony.
“Yes.” Doug couldn’t resist being yearned for, and begging? He loved that as well. Beg and you shall receive.
Anxiously Carl went for the nightstand. He tore off a condom and eagerly rolled it on. “Baby, baby!’ Carl breathed in excitement. He urged Doug’s legs backwards, opening his body up for the taking. A hiss of delight emerged from Carl’s mouth. “You are perfect. Perfect!”
Doug had to smile at Carl’s zeal. It was nice to be the object of desire. Very nice indeed.
As that slick hand coated his ass, Doug felt the first rush of pure pleasure tickle his skin. He wanted it. Make no mistake. Taking a man’s cock up his butt was pure heaven to him.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” Doug opened his eyes. The delightful preparation had lulled him off into a dreamland.