Kiss Me

by Joseph James Hunt

  “I didn’t like you, you know.”

  He laughed. “Well, you kept that a secret.”

  “I saw it happen a lot, people being hired and given every privilege. I guess, for a guy like me, without a degree, I’ve done okay.”

  “And what were you studying?”

  Chris’ face cracked a smile. “Film.”

  “Makes sense.”

  Chris stood quickly. “I forgot. How could I forget?” He rushed to the kitchen counter and grabbed a wine bottle. “I’m sure you heard you mention your love for white wine.” He pulled the cork out with a tiny pop of air. “I grabbed this, it’s my favourite Pinot Grigio.”

  Wine glasses were already placed on the table, alongside a gallon jug of water. Chris poured the wine, filling their glasses halfway.

  “You’ll say if I take this too fast.” Chris leaned over the table, dipping his head to kiss Blake.

  Blake nodded. “The last thing I expected was this.” He sipped his wine. “It’s a happy surprise.”

  “I had something I wanted to ask.” He sat, taking his glass and swilling the wine in a circle.

  Blake took another sip, refreshing the back of his throat. “That might be too fast.”

  “You don’t know what I’m going to ask.”

  “Oh.”

  “I have VIP viewing tickets to see Blaze, a new vampire horror film, and I wanted to know if you’d like to be my date.”

  “Your date? In public?”

  He smiled. “In public, my plus one.”

  Blake nodded. “Red carpet?”

  “Always.”

  “How come I never knew you were invited to those?”

  “Maybe because you never really knew what I did.”

  Blake nodded. “True.” He held his glass of wine to Chris. “Cheers.”

  “Indeed.”

  “And maybe you can see how I work as well? Answer some questions, or at least try.”

  “I could answer questions in my sleep.”

  “We’ll see.”

  After finishing a second bottle of white wine, and fighting over the last ravioli. They moved to the bedroom, where an already naked Chris laid out in bed, letting his excitement slip the side of his apron. His cock was thick. Blake stared from the foot of the bed.

  “Damn.” Blake pressed a hand to his mouth. “You’ve been in here three seconds.”

  Chris pulled away his apron and threw it across the room. “What are you waiting for?” He patted the side of his bed.

  Blake continued to stare, slowly undressing himself.

  Chris rummaged in the bedside table drawer and pulled out a square foil packet. “Prepared. I have a condom.”

  Out of his shirt, Blake kicked off his trousers and jumped into bed beside Chris.

  Chris pulled Blake onto his chest and squeezed his arse before giving it a spank. “Mmhmm.” He stretched his arms up Blake’s back and pulled him in for a kiss. The pressure on Blake’s back, extending him out was relaxing.

  Blake pressed his mouth to Chris’ ear. “Fuck me.”

  He didn’t need another word. Chris flipped Blake on his back. He kneeled over him and lifted his legs above his head. Blake’s cock throbbed against the tight black boxer-briefs. Chris brushed a hand across it, teasing him for a moment before pulling his underwear away with one swift hand grab.

  “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” Chris leaned his body on Blake’s legs, pushing them up beside his head. “Didn’t realise you were so flexible.”

  “Yoga,” Blake said, moving his legs and wrapping his feet behind Chris’ neck and pulling him in close. “Hot yoga.” He kissed him.

  Chris worked his way down Blake’s body, kissing his skin and working his fingers on Blake’s nipples. A deep moan broke from the back of his throat as he pushed his chin in the air and his head into the pillow.

  Seconds later, Chris’ tongue traced the length of Blake’s cock, reaching the balls, he took one in his mouth and sucked. Blake moaned and scrunched his toes, screwing his eyelids shut. He placed both hands inside Chris’ thick head of hair and pulled slightly, collecting hair between his fingers and forcing him further.

  He reached his arse and touched it with his warm tongue. Blake clenched, inhaling sharply. “Oh, my god.” With his fingers in Chris’ hair, he pushed. It was always a strange experience, but he wanted Chris to keep going, and the precum on Blake’s belly told Chris just as much.

  Blake pulled Chris across him and kissed him, letting his tongue explore his mouth while his hands explored the heat of Chris’ cock. Chris was a human heat blanket and Blake wanted to grab every inch and every muscle.

  “You have lube?” Blake asked, glancing to either bedside table.

  Chris nodded and opened a drawer. He took a blue bottle and squirted two fingers with it. He placed the bottle on the side. His fingers found Blake’s arsehole without a glance. Chris kissed Blake again, manoeuvring himself between his legs. He tore the condom wrapper and unravelled it across his cock before stroking the excess lube across it.

  “Are you—”

  “Be gentle, I’m basically a virgin.” Blake smiled.

  Chris thrust himself inside Blake, all the way inside, hitting the base. Blake threw his head back and let out a loud moan. He lifted his legs, pushing them against his chest. Chris watched his cock as he fucked Blake, harder and faster, matched with the pacing of his moans.

  “Harder.”

  Chris pinned Blake’s hands above his head and pushed his legs back with his body. “Harder?”

  Blake craned his head on his neck to kiss Chris. “Please.”

  He fucked harder, keeping Blake’s hands from touching his dick. Chris watched Blake’s dick move from either side, and the thicker it became, the tighter his arsehole felt against Chris’ cock.

  “Oh, oh.” Blake tried to pull his hands from Chris’ grasp. “I’m—I’m—”

  A warm squirt of cum came from Blake’s cock, firing across his body and touching his chin. It was met seconds later by Chris, thrusting himself deeper into Blake, feeling him tense around his dick. He pressed himself forward and kissed Blake as he came.

  Chris pulled out of Blake and rolled onto the side of the bed. “You’re a workout.” He pulled the condom off. “I’ll grab you a towel.”

  “I think you’ve broke me.” Blake laid in the bed as the cum became cold on his body. He watched as Chris walked out of the bedroom, his skin glistening.

  “What did you say?” Chris laughed, throwing a towel over Blake.

  “I said, you’ve broke me.”

  Chris laid beside Blake and kissed him. “How?”

  He wiped himself off. “There’s a penis-shaped hole inside me.”

  He kissed him again. “I’d be happy to fill it in the morning.”

  The key to the start of a successful relationship is to go into it blindly, in a world where dating is the name of a folder on your phone full of apps. When all you know is the name and five best pictures of a person, it’s easy enough to do a search on social media, get a preconceived notion of the person they were trying to date; fall in love, and potentially start a life with. So, the success of any relationship is to forgo internet searches or online stalking, and instead, close your eyes and go successfully into the dark.

  TEN

  Mojito madness

  Over the week, Blake let Chris attempt to answer questions, trying to finesse his way around people’s problems and issues, and failing horribly, while Chris gave Blake an opportunity to show him how to write a film review, and Blake proving it takes more than hateful comments to be a critic.

  The whirlwind of a kiss that led them to more kissing, cuddling, fancy dinners, and plenty of sex, meant the thought of losing a page was at the back of their minds, even if it plagued Blake, Chris was a healthy distraction. It was only a matter of days now until they announced which page would be cut.

  Blake knocked on Chris’ office door. “What are you wearing for the office part
y tonight?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t usually go to them.”

  “Uh? What? But it’s Friday, we’re going to Manhattan, the first place you kissed me.”

  Chris looked from his monitor and smiled. “In the bathroom. You want a replay?”

  “It didn’t hurt last time.” Blake leaned over the desk. “And maybe this time, in public.”

  Chris looked beyond Blake to the open office door. “You know how I feel about PDA.”

  “You love PDA.”

  “I hate it.” Chris quickly pecked Blake on the lips. “What’s the party even for?”

  Blake shrugged. “New direction of the magazine.”

  “That’s soon isn’t it?”

  “What is?”

  “The cut.”

  Blake waved a hand. “I’m not even thinking about that.” He lied.

  “Remember what we said, though, we’ll be happy for each other.”

  He groaned and pulled away from Chris’ desk. “I’ll try.” A pit in Blake’s stomach opened and grumbled, wishing to eat him whole. He’d known of Chris for years, since he working at Vague he’d known him as the reserved angry type, and now he was the giving lover, always the big spoon, and always wrapped in his beefy arms.

  “You’ll be happy though, right?”

  “I can’t say I will, because I know I’ll be annoyed.”

  He rolled his eyes, pushing a hand across the table.

  “Why are you being so nice?” Blake asked, taking Chris’ hand in his.

  He chuckled. “The whole, playground being mean to the person you like gets old, quick.”

  “Oh, I just thought you hated me.”

  He tilted his head. “I hated that I wanted to fuck you, and I couldn’t.”

  “And now you have.” Blake grinned. “So, we’ll meet at the bar later tonight?”

  “Sure, and I’ll probably be wearing the dark green suit, maybe.”

  Blake pushed himself across the desk again and kissed Chris’ lips. “Perfect.”

  Chris hooked a finger over Blake’s shirt collar and pulled him in further for another kiss. “Wear something tight, so I can see your arse.”

  While Blake’s wardrobe wasn’t as vast, he had plenty of blazers he could put perfectly with a signature pair of black skinny jeans, a great way to show off an asset. He wore a two-tone blazer, with brown arms, collar, and breast pocket, with the main body decorated in a grey floral print.

  Manhattan closed its doors to the public as the magazine and all its staff took over. On a stage beside the bar, the owner of Vague Harold Dasher took a spot, tapping the microphone three times to hush everyone.

  Chris hurried into the bar and found Blake beside Ava, he tucked his moist hand into Blake’s. He kissed the crook of his neck. “Missed you.”

  “Why are they wet?” Blake whispered into Chris’ ear.

  He dipped his head to Blake. “I don’t do this in public.”

  Blake looked at his hand, it was quivering inside his, shaking. “It’s okay.” Blake kissed him on the cheek.

  “I need a drink.” Chris looked around, but nobody was staring, nobody was even paying attention to them. His stomach settled and his hands stopped shaking. He looked back at Blake, staring ahead, watching Harold Dasher on the stage.

  “As many of you know, five years ago my son, Thomas Dasher created this magazine, and unfortunately died two years later. I refused to let his legacy die with him, so, I’m glad you’re all here, and I’m happy you’ve all made Vague your home. I’ve been making changes, over the past few months, and they’re to reflect the changes of the industry, changes of moving content online, and to everyone here tonight, I respect you.” He held a champagne flute. “To you.”

  A server whisked around, handing glasses to the employees.

  Chris freed his hand from Blake and took two glasses.

  “One of them for me?” Blake asked.

  “Of course.” Chris handed him a glass.

  They clinked glasses. “Cheers.”

  A tap rapped on Blake’s back.

  Nicole stood with a champagne glass in hand. Her hair all slicked like a helmet attached to her head. “Can I have a word?”

  “Sure.”

  Blake followed Nicole to a table in the back beside the toilets. She looked him in his eyes and sighed, the smile on his face dulled.

  “What happened?” he asked.

  She tipped the champagne to the back of her throat. “It’s not looking good.” She wiped her lips, smearing lipstick on the back of her hand. “I’m fighting for you, but I can’t guarantee you’re safe.”

  Blake scrunched his face. “What?”

  “I just heard, Vanessa and Franco have almost made a decision.”

  He clenched his grip around the glass, letting the stem break in his hand. “I can’t lose this? What will I do? I can’t go back to my website? I can’t go to YouTube, especially since I’ll still be writing for the website.”

  She shrugged. “I’m sorry, but you knew permanent columnists and features writers were paid more.”

  “What will I be?” He pressed his teeth together. “Some contributing writer?” he scoffed.

  “Potentially.”

  Blake pulled a waiter aside and grabbed the tray of drinks. Nicole reached for one but Blake pulled them away. “These are mine.”

  “You do you.” Nicole left Blake alone with the tray.

  Fifteen minutes passed as Chris stood around, drinking and making small talk with people who’d never seen him outside of the office before. He caught a glimpse of Nicole stood at the door.

  “Hey?” He said, approaching her.

  “Christian, I think congratulations are in order.” She laughed, stumbling in her heels.

  Chris caught her arm and steadied her. “What for?”

  “Well, you’re going to win.”

  For a moment, he smiled, before realising it meant Blake was going to lose, and his smile faded. “Where’s Blake?”

  She threw her hands in the air, colliding with the side of his chin. “Over there?”

  “Where?” Chris looked around. He stood taller than most people, so looking over their heads was an easy task. In the corner beneath the stairway beside the toilets, Blake stood with the tray of champagne flutes, almost emptied.

  Chris took Blake’s hand. “What happened?”

  Blake emptied the last glass into his mouth and gulped hard. “You’ve won. Well done.”

  He pulled the tray from Blake. “It’s not set in stone, Blake. But I guess drinking—” Chris counted out the glasses. “Eight glasses won’t help.”

  Blake shrugged. “It helps.”

  “I thought we were going to happy.”

  He shrugged again. “I am happy.”

  “For whoever wins.”

  “Well done, Chris. You win. I’m happy. Let’s drink to celebrate.”

  “We’ve been here for twenty minutes, and you’re already drunk.”

  Blake rolled his eyes. “What can you do?”

  “Not this. I’m not doing this.” Chris took Blake’s hand and pulled him. “We’re taking a taxi home.”

  Blake pressed himself against Chris’ body in a hug. They walked through the crowd of people to the entrance. The immediate warmth from Chris led Blake’s arms to wrap tighter. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

  They stood outside while Chris waved a taxi down and put Blake in the back. He stood with the door open for a moment and looked inside to see Blake slouched across the three seats. He climbed in, pushing him to the side.

  “We’re going to mine,” Chris said to Blake, slumping his head against his chest. “I hope you’re not angry with me.”

  Blake slipped into a sleep against Chris’ chest on their way to Chris’ apartment until they pulled to a halt. Chris paid the driver, and scooted Blake along the seats. He woke, slowly, walking with slumber, leaning and balancing against Chris’ body.

  He pulled away from Chris. “I can’t.”

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nbsp; “Can’t?” Chris wrestled in his pocket for his apartment keys. “What do you mean?”

  “You’re too nice.”

  Chris chuckled. “I thought I was bitter, not nice.”

  Blake fell against Chris’ chest. “You’d make this easier if I could hate you.”

  He let them both inside his apartment, slumping himself and Blake on the sofa. Chris was the big spoon, laying behind Blake. Chris stared out into the darkness, the slight buzz of champagne fizzed around in his head.

  Blake grumbled. “Sorry.”

  Chris stroked Blake’s head, brushing his hair with his fingers. “I’m falling for you. I’m really falling for you.”

  Blake continued to grumble, nestling his head into Chris. They laid in silence until a snore broke from Blake, laid on his back. Chris grinned, a snoring he’d grown accustomed to over the past week.

  Chris pulled himself out from beneath Blake. He groaned as Chris moved away.

  “I’m right here.” He grabbed Blake’s hand and gently squeezed. “I’m getting undressed.”

  Chris pulled his arms from his suit jacket, placing it on a hook inside a garment bag. He unbuttoned his shirt and let his skin breath from the constraints of fabric. One of the issues of a muscular build was finding a suit that fit.

  He stripped to his underwear before working on Blake, pulling him out his clothes to find an erection in his blue boxer briefs.

  Chris smiled. “Excited?”

  Blake grumbled. “Sleep.”

  He pulled him from his sofa. “We’ll get you into bed.” Chris kissed the top of Blake’s head.

  The morning after, he was served breakfast in bed, scrambled eggs over toast and a large cup of coffee. Chris carried a breakfast tray into the bedroom and sat beside Blake.

  “Wakey, wakey.”

  Blake pushed himself upright, wiping at the sleep in his eyes. “Ugh.” He grumbled, and looked to his side at the pristine smile on Chris’ face. “I’m sorry about last night.”

  “Should be sorry to your liver.”

  “I drank so much.”

  Chris nudged the tray to Blake. “Eat up. We’re gonna go to the gym together and sweat the alcohol out.”

  Blake grabbed the toast with the scrambled egg. “That’s the reason for the eggs then.” He took a bite.