Broken Silence

by Jade Buchanan

  “It’s a big job?” he finally asked.

  “It is. I’d be responsible for troubleshooting any model issues. It’s a step up from what I was doing in LA as a modeler. I can’t begin to describe how awesome this opportunity is.”

  “I’m glad.” Nathan smiled, reaching out and touching a hand to Tim’s arm. “Honestly. It sounds wonderful. Exactly what you wanted to do with your life.”

  “Yeah. I had the final interview a few hours ago. I flew in this morning. I, uh. I wanted to tell you. You know how I want to always tell you things first.”

  Nathan looked down for a moment. “Tim, I’m your friend. I’m glad you came to tell me.”

  Tim sighed. “I’m sorry. I was a dumbass this past year. I was just so swamped at work, and I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I didn’t think I’d have a future anywhere else working in the field I wanted to. I swear, as soon as I heard about this job I knew I wanted it. I knew I wanted to come back home. To Toronto. To you.”

  “We’re friends.”

  “Stop saying that.” Tim grabbed Nathan’s hands in both of his. “Look, I swore I wasn’t going to do this. I swore I’d take it slow. But, the moment I thought I had another chance here, I realized I could have everything I wanted. I can have my career, and I want you in my life. I was stupid. I pulled away when I didn’t have to. I should have tried to come home. I should have met you in Vegas when you were there with your friends. I just got so caught up in work.”

  “Tim, you don’t have to say anything. I understand how the film industry works. But, you and me...we’re friends. We had a shot and it’s in the past. You can’t just come here and expect to pick back up where we left off.”

  “Shit, I know that. Hell, that’s exactly what my brother said and he’s not exactly the guy anyone should be asking for advice with the sheer amount of times he’s been married in the last decade.”

  Nathan snorted. “That dumbass is so stupid he could fall into a bucket full of titties and come out sucking his thumb.”

  Tim goggled at him. “What the fuck, Nate? Did I just fall into the Twilight Zone or something? Since when do you say things like that?”

  Nathan giggled, more than tickled pink to get a reaction out of Tim for once. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. It’s something Rich says all the time and I’ve been dying to repeat it to someone. It’s just not something I can say around most of my acquaintances.”

  That was an understatement. Nathan taught second grade at a private school and his friends would probably keel over if Nathan said it to them.

  “Who the hell is Rich?” Tim sat up straight, a thundercloud appearing on his face.

  Nathan paused for a moment. The sight of Tim getting all het up was nearly enough to have him wanting to fall onto his back and spread his legs. Not the most forward-thinking thought to have at the moment, but he wasn’t going to apologize for it. Nathan liked his men big and burly. And more than a little dominant. Tim was the only man he’d ever met that flipped every single one of his switches. It was why he’d been so devastated when Tim left to pursue his dreams.

  “Rich? He’s Matthew’s lover. Well, they live together now. Up in Northern Ontario. I was sure I told you about that. He came to Vegas with us. If you’d come you would have met him.” He couldn’t resist digging that again.

  “What? When the hell did that happen?” Matthew had been the only one of Nathan’s friends that Tim had gotten along with. That could be because Nathan’s other friends were all a bit much to handle at times. Although, after dealing with Rich for the past while, even Andrew might soften toward Tim.

  Not that Nathan was just going to roll over and let Tim back into his life again.

  “Matthew met Rich and decided to stay, even though his aunt moved into a home. He loves it up there. Rich is good for him.”

  “He sounds different.” Tim grinned.

  “Oh, he sure is. He’s a sweetie, really. Andrew hated him at first, but that’s slowly changing. We’ve been up there a few times. I’ve had to add camouflage to my wardrobe.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  Nathan laughed. “It’s true.”

  “Nope. I don’t believe a word of that. I need proof.” Tim stood up and headed toward the stairs leading to his loft.

  “What? Where are you going?”

  “Babe, I need proof of this camo you speak of.”

  “You can’t just march up to my —Tim! Stop it right now.” Nathan had to jog to keep up with Tim’s longer strides as he followed him upstairs.

  By the time he made it to his loft bedroom, Tim was already inside the walk-in closet. His room was a shrine to Roy G. Biv and he wasn’t afraid to show it off. Although, the only people who appreciated it these days were his friends, and not in the friends with benefits way. He hadn’t had anyone in here since Tim left.

  “Tim! I demand you stop it right this minute.”

  “Nate. I’m not stopping until I see proof.”

  Nathan refused to be amused. Absolutely refused. He propped his hands on his hips and stood in the doorway. Tim filled the space inside, making it look smaller than it was. Which was quite the feat, since he knew exactly how big his closet was. It was filled to bursting with color-coordinated clothing lined up like toy soldiers. His shoes took up one wall by themselves. He had a slight problem. Not that he saw it as a problem, but his brother had rolled his eyes a time or two when they’d been installing the closet fixtures when he moved in.

  Tim was sorting through his sweaters, checking them out. “I’m not seeing camo.”

  “Oh, for the love of...” Nathan walked back out and into his bedroom. It had a similar theme to the living room downstairs. Overlapping fur rugs covered the floor at the foot of his massive four poster bed. His dresser was about as big as he could fit inside the space. He should know, it had been custom built by his parents. It was to the dresser that he marched. Pulling open a drawer, he grabbed the cotton fabric from its allotted space and waved it at Tim.

  “Happy?”

  Tim stared at the camouflage panties with a dazed look on his face. “I want Rudy to dress in my place, Coach.”

  “What?”

  Tim shook his head. “Sorry. I was having a moment.”

  Nathan smirked. “That good?”

  “You wouldn’t happen to want to model them for me, would you?”

  “Tim.”

  “Nathan.” Tim shifted minutely. “Are you seeing anyone?”

  Nathan lifted a shoulder. “Not really.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  “It means I haven’t seen anyone since you left. It’s been a dry winter. And spring. And summer’s not looking too hot.” He hadn’t wanted to say anything, but their friendship compelled him to be honest.

  “For me, too.”

  Nathan wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel about that. “Really?”

  “When would I have had time to hook up with anyone? They kept us working like dogs most days. You’ll have to come to the premiere with me. It’s going to fucking rock. I swear.”

  Nathan shrugged. He so very badly wanted to go to the premiere with Tim, but now wasn’t the time to be making promises.

  “Come on, babe. Talk to me.”

  “Are you hungry?” Nathan asked.

  “Huh?”

  “Hungry? I haven’t had dinner yet. I can order something in. Or we can make something like we used to.”

  Tim smiled before walking toward him. When he was close enough to touch, he reached out a hand and smoothed it along Nathan’s beard. “Are you going to scream at me if I say I’m hungry for something else?”

  Nathan balled up the panties he still held. Holy halleluiah, he wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It sure had been a dry winter. And now his favourite play toy was back and propositioning him. What was he to do?

  “I want to climb you like a monkey right now. Any objections?”

  Tim laughed, a bright booming sound. It brought back so many
memories. “You really expect me to object to that?”

  Their lips met in a kiss that was both new and familiar. Nathan moaned at the taste of Tim. He angled his head and let Tim plunder the inside of his mouth. He curled one arm around the back of Tim’s head and grabbed hold of Tim’s side with the other.

  Tim felt amazing. He certainly had been working out.

  They parted on a gasp, pulling back to stare at each other.

  “I’m a little out of practice. Don’t hold it against me?” Tim asked.

  “Depends on what you’re planning on doing next. I’m a demanding lady in bed, you should know that.”

  “Babe, I sure aim to please tonight.”

  Nathan reached down and pulled his blouse off with one motion. He threw it to the side, not really caring where it landed. He was left just in his skintight jeans. His erection was doing its best to test the strength of the seams. Tim just got him hotter than anyone else ever had.

  Tim reached forward and palmed him through his jeans.

  Nathan panted, close to losing it already. Tim’s rough hand grasped his cock tightly, pressing hard on his aching shaft. He needed that hand on his flesh, not just through his jeans. He squirmed, unable to form the words to let Tim know what he wanted.

  “What’s wrong, Nate? Do you want this? You want my hand on your dick? Tell me, baby. I want to hear those pretty lips form the words.”

  Nathan struggled for breath, opening and closing his mouth. His whole body quivered, gasping pants escaping him.

  “Please...”

  “Please what, Nathan?”

  “Touch me?” His words formed a question.

  Tim ran his lips along Nathan’s jawline, catching his skin between hard teeth. Nathan yelped when Tim bit down lightly. Tim’s hand moved, sliding up to toy with the button on Nathan’s jeans. He hadn’t worn a belt, and once the button was undone, there was nothing but one lonely zipper between Tim’s hand and Nathan’s flesh.

  Tim wormed his way into the opening, grasping the hard column of flesh in his tight fist.

  Nathan felt his eyes widen and he gasped at the feel of Tim’s hand on his bare cock. It had been so long since anything other than his own hand had caressed that flesh. He wasn’t sure this was going to last very long at all.

  They managed to stumble their way over to the bed, clothes being discarded across the room as they went. Finally gloriously nude, Tim pressed Nathan down on the bed before rolling them with a practiced move that left Tim propped against the headboard with Nathan sitting in his lap.

  Nathan gasped when Tim grabbed both their cocks and pressed the two shafts together. Moving one big hand around both, he squeezed. Nathan moaned, his mind clouding. He couldn’t think of a single thing except the press of heated flesh. The underside of his sensitive cock rubbed against Tim’s, sliding along the moist flesh, Tim’s precome coating his own shaft.

  The room was filled with pants and sighs, both men rocking in time with each other.

  He whimpered when Tim rolled them and he landed on his back among the covers. Tim undulated his hips, thrusting against Nathan. With a move so fast Nathan didn’t really register it, Tim shimmied down his body, ending up with his face inches from Nathan’s aching cock. Wasting no time, he opened his mouth and took Nathan deep in one long gulp. Nathan cried out, held down by the hard, bruising hands at his hips. His eyes went blank, his sight gone. He threw his head back, slamming it into the pillow underneath him.

  Tim paused, waiting for him to come back to earth before he swallowed, Nathan’s cock still held tightly in his mouth. He milked the head of Nathan’s cock with his throat, sending shock waves through Nathan’s body. He’d missed this so much.

  Backing off, Tim released Nathan’s cock from his mouth with a pop. He smiled, the look on his face carnal. He flicked his tongue, pushing it into the slit at the head of Nathan’s cock. Nathan hissed in response. Grabbing Nathan’s thighs, Tim guided them up until his knees pressed to his chest. Turning his face, Tim nuzzled one quivering thigh, biting into the muscle. He swiveled his head, repeating the gesture on the other leg. Nathan couldn’t breathe, caught up in what Tim was doing to him. He wanted to pinch himself to actually make sure this wasn’t a dream.

  Sliding down Nathan’s body, Tim ignored his cock, placing his mouth squarely on Nathan’s sac. He sucked gently, lapping at the sensitive skin. He mouthed each ball, putting one and then the other into his hot, wet mouth.

  Nathan closed his eyes, shivering despite the heat running through his body. Tensing his thighs, Nathan shuddered at what Tim was doing to him. His tongue was driving him mad, taking him closer to orgasm with every sucking pull on his balls.

  Between one breath and the next, Tim lowered his mouth, licking along Nathan’s crack. Nathan made a sound that was suspiciously close to a gurgle, his eyes flying open. Tim kissed up and down, teasing the puckered flesh. He paused, sucking hard against Nathan’s skin. Tim continued to tease his anus, awakening all the tiny nerve endings, sending him flying.

  Tim arrowed his tongue, pushing it forward to lap inside Nathan, moaning into his flesh. Tim’s stubble rasped against his sensitive skin, his fingers bruising on his thighs. Nathan’s legs were shaking, and he couldn’t stop the reflexive action to close his thighs tight around Tim’s head. He didn’t want the man to stop what he was doing. He might damn well die if he stopped.

  “Please, Tim. Please,” he pleaded, desperate to come.

  Tim chuckled, flicking his tongue in and out. Nathan saw stars. The ache was building in his lower back, his toes curling. God, he was going to come. Panting, Nathan tossed his head. He had a brief thought that he should warn Tim he was close, but he couldn’t form the words. Tim released one hand from his thigh, curling it around Nathan’s cock, jerking once, twice. Nathan gasped out a curse while come shot onto his stomach. Tim didn’t stop what he was doing, lapping at Nathan’s ass while he shuddered and moaned.

  “Tim, oh God...” His breathing sped up again, unbelievably.

  Tim finally released him, raising his head to meet Nathan’s eyes over his spent cock.

  “I’m not a machine. Give me a minute,” Nathan groused.

  “I didn’t say anything,” Tim said. He grinned up at Nathan with a devious look on his face.

  Nathan shimmied his hips, knowing what it would do to Tim. “You left wanting, sweetie?”

  “Nate.”

  “Come on up here and let me treat you right.” He wiggled again until Tim was lying on his back with Nathan stretched out on his side.

  Nathan knew this wasn’t going to take long, not the way Tim was tensed up. He reached down and fisted Tim’s dick, glorying in the size of it. He loved every vein along the shaft and every curl of hair that covered the large sac below. Tim was a man’s man, and he certainly was proportionate. Nathan teased his fingers up and down the shaft before cupping Tim’s balls in his hand and squeezing just the way he knew Tim liked.

  Nathan mouthed Tim’s shoulder before moving down and drawing one peaked nipple into his mouth. He bit down just as he slid his fingers back up the hard cock he wanted to become reacquainted with.

  “Fuck it, I need this. We can go slow later.” Tim reached down and covered Nathan’s hand with his own. They jerked his cock together, moving at a fast rhythm that Tim set, urging him toward completion.

  Tim tensed, pumping harder, his seed jetting out to fall on his belly. He panted, breathing deeply until he finally stopped shuddering.

  Nathan curled into Tim, placing a kiss on the skin in front of his face. He nuzzled against Tim, so damn happy he didn’t know what to say.

  He woke to the unfamiliar feeling of arms holding him in place. For a moment he wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but then he remembered Tim coming back. Saying he was here for good. Nathan wasn’t sure what to think. He glanced over at the clock to see it was definitely Saturday morning. Very early on Saturday morning, but there was no doubting that Tim had stayed the night.

  What
the hell had he been thinking? Tim had been gone for a year and he just took him back like nothing had happened? He’d slid into bed with him as if they’d parted just the day before. Nathan wanted to slam his head against a hard object, but he wasn’t much for concussions.

  With a slow shimmy, he managed to wiggle out of Tim’s hold. Making a break for the bathroom, Nathan locked the door behind him and breathed out a sigh of relief. Well, didn’t he just feel like an easy slut? Sure, his ex could just come over at any time and apparently Nathan was just going to pretend that they hadn’t broken up. That he hadn’t been miserable. That he hadn’t cried all over every one of his friends.

  He’d gotten over Tim. Hadn’t he? So, what was he feeling now? Did he want to get back together and pretend nothing had happened?

  He was so conflicted. On one hand, he realized that Tim hadn’t left him for someone else; he’d left because he had an amazing career opportunity that meant he had to live somewhere else. Nathan really didn’t begrudge him for leaving. But, there had never been any mention of Nathan following him.

  Did that make it Nathan’s fault or Tim’s? He could have moved to the States. He could have followed Tim down and tried to find a job somewhere else. It would have been challenging, but if he’d really wanted to, he could have gone with Tim.

  He wasn’t sure what it said about him that he’d never even offered to go. He didn’t want to move away. He liked his life here. His family was here. His job was here, a job that he loved. His friends were here. But, Tim wasn’t. Maybe he would have finally gotten to the place where he might have left if they had continued to try to make the long distance thing work. Nathan would never know. Tim had never asked him to go with him.

  As long as Tim never brought it up, Nathan never did either. He’d waited, for months while they did the back and forth thing. Phone calls, Skype calls, emails and texts. He waited for the day that Tim asked him to move with him. Maybe if he’d known from the beginning that Tim wasn’t planning on coming back then he might have offered to move with him. But, he’d always thought that Tim would be there for a short period of time and then he’d come back and they’d be right where they left off.