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Not One For Weddings Ch. 05

Chris

"Looks like someone had a fun weekend," my student teacher offered me by way of greeting as I came into the classroom.

Instinctively, I covered my neck with my hand. Julian had left me with more than a few hickeys, but they were mostly out of sight with some strategically placed clothing. Or so I'd thought.

"Good morning to you too, Rachel," I muttered.

"Uh-uh, you're not getting away with it that easily. Let me see."

Knowing how tenacious she was, I relented with a defeated sigh and removed my hand. She examined the bite with all the eagerness of a child on Christmas morning. She moved the collar of my shirt to the side, revealing a small series of matching purple spots.

"Wow, he really did some damage, huh? I have to admit, Chris, I'm a little jealous. Here I am, a university student, with the sex life of menopausal housewife. And you come waltzing in here on a Monday morning covered in hickeys. Life can be so unfair," she lamented dramatically.

"Rachel, I'd like to remind you that we are in an elementary school."

"Oh, come off it, Chris. The kids aren't even allowed inside the building until nine. Now spill it."

"You know, when I agreed to a student teacher, I was told I'd be getting a quiet, polite, professional young lady. I knew her at one time, and she did look remarkably like you. Do you happen to know where she may be so I can throw you back into the gutter you crawled out of?"

"Chris, you're twenty-six, not sixty-two! Heck, I know sixty-two-year-olds who are less uptight. And believe me, they'd be bragging at the top of their lungs if they were spotted with one of those," she gestured towards my neck. "Let alone a whole collection of them."

I sat down at my desk and took out a stack of papers to grade. Of course, that did nothing to deter her enthusiasm.

"You know what I think? I think you have more of those little guys all over you, not just on your neck."

My cheeks reddened, betraying me. "Don't you have anything better to do than pester me? It's barely 8:30 and I'm already being interrogated. I haven't even had coffee yet. Do you want coffee? I'm going to get coffee."

"Chris," she whined. "Come on! You don't even like the coffee in the teacher's lounge!"

"That's because it tastes like sweaty socks. But that doesn't mean I want to get away from you any less."

She tried a different tactic. "You want to talk about it, I know you do. You don't come back from that without a tale to tell. And don't bother trying to feed me a story, because you talk big, but your eyes are hopeless liars."

"Good God, but you're stubborn," I muttered. Her eyes lit up at the sign of my surrender, but she made no comment. I snorted at her. "Now you're quiet. Yes, I met someone."

"Is that where you were Friday? Over at C.C Attle's looking for a someone?"

I had to smirk at her mention of the gay bar. "No, I was at my friend's wedding, like I told you I would be. Do you have selective hearing?"

"Yes. Now continue."

"I met him at the wedding. He's Samantha's - the bride's - cousin. That's it, there's your story. Happy now?"

She groaned. "Fine. Fine! Keep Mr. Mystery Man to yourself. I'll just take my uninteresting, lonely ass to this corner right over here and grade papers for you like a good student teacher should. I bet he's ugly."

I laughed at her shenanigans. "Good, thank you. And please, he's not ugly; I have better taste than you give me credit for."

"Was that a 'he's not' I heard? As in, present tense? Not past tense?"

"You definitely have selective hearing. And if you must know, yes, that was a purposefully chosen set of words. We've agreed to go out with each other. Will that keep you entertained for a bit while I do some actual work over here?"

"No, but nice try." She was back at full force with just the slightest amount of encouragement. "What's his name, then? What does he look like? What does he do?"

"What have I done? He is a veterinarian, he has wavy black hair, and his name is Julian."

"Ooh, Julian," she mused over his name. "He's a vet? Of course he is. That sounds exactly like the kind of guy for you. What'd you two do? I mean, aside from the obvious. of course," she waved towards my neck. "Do you have a scarf or something to cover those? I can already hear Mr. Holley's bitching. You know, he got on my case the other day for wearing a tank top without covering my shoulders?"

"Rachel, please try to get a handle on yourself. I don't care how miserable your sex life is. We're at work, and we've yet to accomplish a single thing."

"I'm just excited for you, Chris. You're the best guy I know."

The school bell rang them, bringing a sharp end to our discussion.

"I need Ms. Bell back now Rachel, okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Haze," she humored me.

"Good morning," I greeted the students filing into the classroom.

"Mr. Haze, what happened to your neck," Sadie, a little girl, gasped. From behind me I could hear Rachel's attempt to stifle her laughter.

"I was playing with my friend a little too hard over the weekend and got a few marks. But they're not bothering me, so don't worry. Now go put your inside shoes on."

A giggle erupted from behind me. "Why's Ms. Bell laughing," Sadie asked.

"Because she's thinking about the gutter she came from again. Now go change your shoes."

*****


At lunch time I noticed there was a voice message waiting for me on my phone - from Julian. I wanted to listen to it, but with Rachel around, I knew it was too risky. She'd already given me a raised eyebrow when my phone buzzed in my desk during class. After school ended we stayed later to go over her performance (even with all the crap she gave me, she was an excellent help) and to prepare for the next day. It wasn't until 4:30 when I got home that I was able to listen to the message.

" -shit. Hey, Chris. It's me - Julian. Which you already know if you decided to listen to this, so there's really no point in me telling you this. Um, I was wondering if you'd want to go out tomorrow night? Just text me when you get this, or if you want to talk, you can call me around 5:30. See you."

His nervousness was evident and endearing. I was of half a mind to call him back as soon as I'd heard the message, but decided against it - I didn't want to interrupt him at work. I took a shower to pass the time. Unfortunately, there's only so much a shower can offer by way of entertainment. I tried to focus on a book I'd been reading, but the black squiggles that normally formed words couldn't hold my attention for more than a paragraph or two. When 5:30 finally came around I felt as if I'd been waiting around for a week rather than an hour; I called him as soon as the hour struck. It rang for too long, and I was sure I was going to be directed to leave a message when Julian's voice came through.

"Chris?"

"Hey, Julian."

"It's 5:30," he mused.

"You said 5:30 was fine, didn't you?"

"I did. Honestly, I wasn't expecting you to call. Especially not so soon."

Soon? "Did you not want me to call?"

"Of course I wanted you to call. But I didn't think you would."

"Well, I'm glad to see you have so much faith in me," I teased him.

"Don't be a pain, you know what I meant. Now talk to me."

"Talk to you? About what?"

"Anything. I like to hear your voice."

I'd never known what it meant to melt at someone's words before, but that's just what happened when Julian said that to me. Without thinking, I began to babble.

"This morning I woke to find myself covered in deep purple splotches thanks to you. I wouldn't have minded so much, except my student teacher, Rachel, has been giving me shit for it all day and keeps asking about you. And that's just for the ones on my neck. I can't imagine what she'd say if she saw the rest of my body."

"I know we haven't really discussed this, but I may as well let you know now that I don't share very well with others."

"Maybe I should bring you in to class for a few hours and teach you how. The kids are getting really good at it."

"Yeah, whatever. So, what do you say about going out tomorrow?"

"That sounds great. Where were you thinking?"

"We can go out for dinner. Do you like Pad Thai?"

"I do. What time?"

"I get out of work at five. Does 5:30 work for you?"

"Okay. Where's this place at?"

"What if I pick you up?"

"Even better. Car pool and save the world and blah blah blah."

"I was more interested in making out with you in the parking lot, but whatever gets you into the car works."

"You want to make out with me in a parking lot?"

"Babe, I can't think of a place I wouldn't want to make out with you."

"If you hightail your ass over here we can test that."

"Considering we've made out in front of your building, in the elevator, in the hallway, and in your apartment, I can't think of a place needed to fulfill that wish."

"That still leaves the lobby."

"I don't know how I feel about you fondling my ass in plain view of all the tenants of your building."

"You're right, we'd probably make every woman in sight cry because you're gay and they can never have you."

I could almost hear him rolling his eyes. "You're so considerate."

"Aren't I?"

"Of course; I don't go out with just anyone, you know."

"Just men that blow you in a coat closet at a wedding, then?"

"Only and exclusively. They also have to be a first grade teacher, have dirty blonde hair, eyes the color of caramel, and be named Chris Haze."

"In that case, I know just the man for you."

"You're going to have to let him down easy for me, then. I really like the guy I'm seeing right now."

He made me smile. "I'll tell him you're taken."

There was a momentary pause before he spoke; his voice sounded uncertain and nervous, like in the voicemail.

"Hey, Chris?"

"Yes?"

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

His tentative question made my blood race. "I don't know, am I?"

"I mean, only if you want to be."

"That depends. What is it I would be doing?"

"How about eating? I can cook."

"Do you want to come over? I'd have to go get food from the grocery store, though, if you're okay with that."

"Why don't you come over here to my place instead, then? I have food. In fact, I can get started right now and we can eat when you get here."

"Sure. Where do you live?"

He gave me his address and we quickly exchanged farewells. I threw on a t-shirt and jeans then basically ran out the door. Try as I may to deny it to myself, I was ridiculously excited to see him.

As I drove, I wondered about what his place would look like. According to the address he gave me, he had a condo. I was curious of what it would look like, how he decorated it; would it be all sleek and modern? Somehow, I didn't see that fitting with what I knew of Julian. But neither could I imagine him having a very antiquated style.

I arrived to find a nice, tasteful building. It wasn't ostentatiously decorated, but it was obviously carefully taken care of. Best of all, I saw a familiar black-haired man standing in front of it, hands in his pockets, periodically scanning his surroundings. I hastily parked and made my way to him.

"Waiting for someone," I called to him.

He smiled at hearing my voice before his eyes landed upon me. "I am. If I'd known he was such a slow driver, though, I might've waited inside."

"It's those pesky stop signs and road lights. For some inexplicable reason, the universe doesn't cater to my will."

He brought me into his arms and gave me a short, sweet kiss.

"Let's go inside, I don't want the food to burn."

"You still have the food on the heat? You deserve to have it burn."

He took my hand as he guided me inside. "Be careful what you wish for - you're eating that food, too."

"Not if it's burnt, I'm not."

"Calm down, it's on low. I just wanted the greens to wilt."

We had a quiet ride up, with Julian's thumb making circles over the back of my hand.

"Welcome," he dramatically opened the door for me.

The smell of garlic and ginger wafted over me; whatever he was making smelled good. I took a look around the space; it was comfortable. There wasn't a definitive theme like you'd see in a magazine, but it was quintessentially Julian. He had music softly playing around us.

"Go ahead and sit at the table, I'll serve. What do you want to drink?"

"Anything's good for me."

"Coke's fine, then?"

I grinned at his attempts to be accommodating. "Coke's perfect."

"Don't laugh at me, I'm being a good host."

"I don't need a good host; I need a kiss."

He gave me a simpering look. "Oh, I think I can do that, too."

He came up to me, putting his hands on my lower back, and pressed me to him. I brought a hand up to his face and pushed a lock of hair out of his eyes, then captured his lips with mine. A sigh escaped him as I did, his breath washing over me like a fog. I took his lower lip between my teeth and bit down on it, pulling back as I did. I let it go and backed my head up to check Julian's expression - his eyes were dark and narrowed on me.

"I'd rather have you for dinner," he stated lowly.

"That wouldn't make me a very good guest, considering all the work you put into making food."

"Believe me, Chris, it would make you the best guest I've ever had. The food isn't going to grow legs and run away."

"I wouldn't want to ruin your appetite..," I trailed off, kissing along his jawline.

"Is stir-fry really more interesting to you right now?"

"That's what you made? It smells good."

He groaned. "I can't believe I'm vying for your attention against food. I'm not cooking for you anymore."

"Look at it this way: if we eat now, that leaves us the rest of the night free."

"I'm going to hold you to that," he muttered with a kiss on my cheek. I watched his ass as he got out plates and cutlery.

"Jules, you can hold me to whatever the hell you want."

He gave me a deliberating look, then turned back to serve food. I went up behind him and put my fingers through the loops on his jeans, resting my head on his neck.

"Can I help you," he smirked at me.

"Am I bothering you like this?"

"Not at all. However, it'll be awfully hard to put the food on the table with you hanging off of me like a koala."

I made a face. "I'm not sure how much I like being referred to as a koala."

"What would you like to be referred to as, then?"

"Your Lord and Savior Christopher Haze, the Epitome of Handsomeness, Master of all that is Manly, and Most Attractive Person to Ever Exist."

He shoved me off his shoulder and went to set everything on the table.

"How does Sir Cocky Over-Confidence sit with you?"

We sat down. "The 'sir' was a nice touch. I'm not overly fond of the rest of it."

"You know," he said after a moment, "you're one of the only people to call me by a nickname."

I guess that explains the weird looks. "Do you mind it?"

"I don't mind it, no," he hedged.

"But you don't like it," I finished

He shrugged. "I'm just not used to it."

I was growing exasperated by his nonchalance. "Julian, just tell me how you feel about it. If you want me to call you only by your given name, I can do that. But don't skirt around me like this."

He set his fork down and looked at me. "Okay. Now, normally, I probably would mind someone giving me a nickname. It's not something I'm accustomed to, and I don't like it when people make assumptions. But with you...it's different. I'll be honest, what we're doing here, feels completely opposite to what I know. Maybe it's too soon for me to be talking like that, but there you go. I was being truthful when I said I don't mind you using a nickname on me. When you do it makes me feel good, like I've done something right to deserve it."

I reached my hand out to his. "Well, I can't say that's what I was expecting."

He gave me a lopsided grin. "Me either."

"I'll take it, then, that I can call you by any sobriquet I choose?"

"I'd like to say yes, but I can already hear you abusing that in some way or other."

With the tension broken, we continued eating. "Don't you trust me," I feigned insult.

"I trust you. It's that little gleam you get in your eyes that I don't trust."

"It's your fault," I accused him.

"My fault? How is it my fault?"

"You're too easy to tease. It's adorable."

He stabbed a piece of chicken. "That's the second time you've called me adorable, now. This had better not become a thing with you."

"See," I laughed. "You do things like that and then expect me not to tease you. And don't forget that I know you're ticklish."

He glared at me. "I'm going to find a your weakness one day, Haze, and you'd better believe that I will expolit it to the fullest once I have."

"Very scary," I goaded him.

I let Julian stew while we finished eating. When we were done, he looked a bit too contemplative for my taste. I stood up and went around the table to him, giving his neck a kiss when I got to him.

"You're going to need to grovel a bit more before you're forgiven," he murmured.

"I didn't know I had to be forgiven for anything."

"Well, you do."

I gave him a kiss beneath his ear. "You're adorable when you're angry," I whispered.

This time, he laughed too. "I shouldn't have said anything. If I hadn't told you it bothered me, you never would have dragged it out so much."

"You're right, I wouldn't have. And now you only have your lack of foresight to blame."

"Oh, no, I'm still holding you fully accountable."

"Let me help you clean up and then you can take your frustrations out on me," I suggested innocently.

He got up and began to gather our plates. "I don't know, that sounds like I'm playing right into your hands. I feel like I'm supposed to let you sweat for a bit or something."

"We're not going to be one of those couples, are we?"

"Maybe. Sex as a weapon sounds pretty effective."

I took the dishes out of his hands and put them aside. I pulled him to me by the pockets of his jeans, and claimed his lips before he had a chance to object. He was immediately responsive to my suit, forgetting his earlier gripe. By the time I pulled away we were both flushed and breathing heavier than usual.

He sighed. "I suppose it would be effective - if I could find it in me to resist you."

We cleaned up quickly, me wearing a satisfied smirk the entire time, Julian in a perpetual state of rolling his eyes. Every time we passed each other we exchanged small, teasing touches followed by a coy smile. When we'd finished, I was ready to rip his clothes off.

"I haven't seen your bedroom yet," I hinted.

"You're so subtle," he chuckled.

"Subtlety is overrated. Now don't you go on being all prudish, because I know for a fact that you're not so completely unaffected by me."

"I'd never claim to be unaffected by you, babe."

He took my hand and lead me through the large space through a double-door - his bedroom. A glass wall ran the far end of the room, showing the darkening city outside. Julian noticed me looking at it.

"I can close the curtains, if it makes you feel more comfortable," he offered.

"Would anyone be able to see us?"

"No, of course not. Look across - can you see into those people's windows?"

"No." I tried to look more confident than I felt, but I didn't fool him - as was made evident by his amused smile.

"I suppose it's nice to know you're not an exhibitionist. Not that you'd have the chance to be, because no one can see us up here."

"Fine. But if someone ends up with a good view of my ass, you're going to have to answer to them."
"Perhaps I can distract you from the wall," he tried as he began to unbutton my jeans.

I took his face between my hands and locked our lips together. I let my hands go to the back of his head and latch onto his hair, using it to hold him to me. His tongue probed my lips, silently begging permission to enter. I kept my mouth firmly shut and denied him the entry he craved, knowing it would drive him crazy. After poking me a few times he groaned in frustration, very obligingly delivering me with the satisfaction I seeked. I softly licked his lips to tease him further.

"God, you're horrible today," he complained.

"What do you mean by that," I asked idly while I felt down his chest with one hand.

"Is this what you normally do? Go over to some unassuming man's house and mess with him for a few hours?"

I cupped his crotch - still obscured by his clothing - and squeezed it gently. "You invited me over, remember?"

"That's because we would've had to eat baking powder and mustard sandwiches if I'd gone over to your place."

I started to undo his pants."At least we wouldn't have strangers watching us have sex at my place."

"Would I let that happen? Didn't I tell you earlier that I don't share?"

His reminder brought back the tender feelings I'd had towards him earlier. I took a look at his face, with desire written all over it, and no longer felt the need to tease him any further. I returned my lips to his and kissed him lustily, pushing down his jeans as I did. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He pushed me forward as he did, until I could feel the edge of his bed against the back of my legs. For a moment, he held me to him and kissed me voraciously, devouring my mouth as much as he could, before he pushed me onto my back.

I watched him tear off his shirt then turn to me with a hungry look. I was captivated by the way his eyes greedily traced over my body, though still fully clothed. He bent over me and kissed me firmly but briefly. His hands traced over my body to the top of my pants, that were already undone. He began to pull them down, and I reached down to the hem of my shirt so I could take that off as well. His hand went over mine to stop me.

"Slow down there, sweetie. That's my job."

"You took off your own shirt," I argued.

"I did." He kissed me along my collarbone. "But you called me adorable."

He gave me a wicked grin and lowered himself down my body, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans. He pulled them down at an agonizing pace, letting them fall to the ground with a huff. I was itching to have the man naked, but he was having none of it.

"How you can make such a meal of undressing me when I can barely contain myself is beyond me," I groaned.

"Mm, you look so sexy like this, it'd be a shame to rush it."

"Julian, you need a little rushing sometimes."

Rather than try to argue me, he gazed at me impishly and slid his hands beneath my shirt. He ran his hands up my chest, lifting my shirt with it, until it was bunched up under my armpits. I expected him to yank it off of me then, but instead he left it there and let his hands travel about my torso. He felt down my sides to the waistband of my underwear. He nuzzled his fingers in and gently tugged them down my legs, letting his nails softly scratch me as he did. Kissing his way back up to my lips, he slipped his hands back beneath my shirt and pushed it up while following my arms to my hands with his. When we were hand-in-hand he wrenched the shirt off me, leaving me fully naked underneath him.

With a peck on my chin, he sank to his knees before me. He lazily regarded my hard cock before reaching out to pet it with a feather-light touch.

"Shit, Julian," I hissed. "Do something with it."

"Don't boss me around, I'm having fun."

He wrapped his fingers softly around me then tightened them ever so gently. I groaned in an attempt to convey my pleasure, hoping it would prompt him to continue. Slowly, his grasp began to slide over my shaft, picking up the pre-cum that had formed at my slit to aid. He squeezed me intermittently, sending electric waves up my spine.

Much to my dismay, he released me without warning. Before I had a chance to complain, I felt the velvety wetness of his mouth enveloping my dick. He sucked me deep into his mouth, only stopping when his nose was pressed up against my pubic bone. He looked up at me with a mischievous look.

"I don't know why you look so smug when you have my cock down your throat."

His only response was to mumble around me, sending delicious vibrations throughout my entire body. He began to bob his head over me, his obvious intent to bring me to an early orgasm. I could feel my control quickly begin to wane, the sensations of his talented mouth working on me too sweet.

I reached down to his head and used both my hands to grab a handful of hair with each. I pulled him off my cock and wrenched him up to me, kissing him long and hard. He fell into bed beside me, allowing me the chance to draw off his underwear. I felt his erection hard against my thigh, begging for my touch. Without breaking our kiss I climbed onto him, straddling his lap. While I nibbled on his neck, my hands got to work on his cock. I rubbed my hand over his tip to gather the pre-cum leaking from it and used it to help my hands slide over him.

My mouth travelled down his neck to explore his chest, pausing when I felt the soft peak of one of his nipples. I brought it greedily into my mouth, sucking it enthusiastically. I flicked it with my tongue several times before abandoning it to treat its twin to the same lavishment.

"Chris," he sighed my name.

"What's up, babe?"

"Come here, I want you, too. I wasn't quite done yet when you so rudely interrupted me."

Happily, I moved myself over him so that we were in a 69 position. The both of us, it seemed, were equally eager to pleasure one another. Julian dove straight for my cock and I followed suit over him. We were soon a slippery, slobbery mess, intermittently moaning and groaning.

I ran my tongue down his shaft and over his perineum, not lingering there for as long as he would have liked. In response to this, he paid particular attention to my balls, bringing them gently into his mouth and sucking. I, however, was more interested in exploring his gorgeous ass. I licked over his crack a few times to gauge his reaction; he made no move to the contrary, granting me permission to feast upon his ass.

My tongue slid between his cheeks, enjoying the taste of his skin that was completely, uniquely Julian. I slipped it in further until I felt the tight bud of his hole. I circled it to get it to relax, patiently waiting for it to open up to me. Once it had, I gently coaxed my tongue into the snug space. Julian's loud cries of delight let me know he was enjoying the experience as much as I was. I made my tongue into a spear and began to thrust my tongue into him with more force. At the same time, I took his cock within my grasp and took to pumping him with long, steady strokes.

"Fuck, Chris, that feels so good," he moaned, pulling off my dick momentarily.

His compliment served to motivate me further as I doubled my efforts on his truly delectable asshole. The way he twitched and jerked in response to me was turn-on enough, let alone the way his mouth was rapidly bobbing over my cock while his hands manipulated my balls. All too soon I felt a familiar clenching in my stomach, inciting me to stroke him faster and stab into his hole like a madman. Just as it seemed that I was nearing the edge, Julian was matching me. We were racing headlong into the finish line neither of us were quite ready to cross, but had no choice one way or the other.

"I'm going to come, Julian," I warned him in a strained voice, giving him the chance to pull away.

If anything, he pulled me closer to him when informed of my imminent eruption. In a fruitless effort, I redirected my attentions from his ambrosial hole to his cock, bringing him deep into my throat. The distraction was short-lived, and all the same I found myself hurdling into a prolonged orgasm. I screamed out my ecstasy over Julian's cock, which he thrust into me without qualms. He was still dutifully sucking on me as I came, determined to swallow every drop of the milky goo I had to offer. Before the last wave of passion washed over me, Julian gave one last push into my mouth and climaxed just as hard as I had. His jets of come shot straight down my throat, and I did my best to drink it up. Gravity, however, was not on my side - his come leaked out of the corner of my lips in an obscene show of gluttony.

I was very nearly ready to collapse on top of Julian, but being confronted by only his genitals was a bit too detached for my taste. With a heavy sigh, I lugged my worn body to lay beside him. We exchanged a lazy, sloppy kiss.

"I didn't know cooking for you would have such satisfactory results, Chris."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Satisfactory? Ouch."

He gave me another kiss and grinned. "Of course, by that I meant absolutely, mind-blowingly amazing."

"That's more like it."

We relaxed next to each other for a few minutes, languidly tracing our fingers over the other's body.

"We should shower," Julian suggested.

"I showered before I came over."

"Then I'll shower and you can marinate in your own juices."

He got out of bed and stalked into his ensuite without a backwards glance to spare. I heard him turn on the shower and step inside. Deciding I could benefit from an additional shower - that was my excuse - I went to join him. The room was already steamy from the hot water, and smelled of shampoo. Julian was quite the sight for sore eyes through the glass door of the shower - beautifully naked as the hot water beat down on him, lathering his hair. I moved in behind him, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his shoulder.

"I thought you'd already showered."

"It was pointed out to me that I could do with another."

He turned to face me, his hands going to my hips and pulling us close. "I'm certainly glad to see your change of heart."

"I thought you might be." I noticed a bottle of body wash to my left and took it, along with a small washcloth he had beside it. I spilled some of the soap onto the cloth, worked it up into a lather, and began to soap up Julian's chest. He turned for me when I gestured with a twirl of my finger, allowing me to leisurely scrub his back. I traced the curve of his spine to his ass, and ran the cloth around each cheek, lingering longer than was strictly necessary for cleanliness. I slipped my fingers into his crack, sheathed by the pretense of the cloth, and ran it up and down.

"You're doing a very thorough job there, Chris."

I kissed him between his shoulder blades. "You wanted to be clean, didn't you?"

"I did; what you're doing feels decidedly dirty."

I ran the cloth once more around his ass, over his hips, and back up to his chest. I took it to his shoulders, and cleansed his arms. I finished on his hands, leaving the cloth in his palm.

"There, nice and clean."

"You missed a few spots," he indicated towards his crotch.

I handed him the bottle of body wash. "You're the one accusing me of being more dirty than clean. Now my turn."

He took the cloth and soap, brought it up to a sudsy foam, and spun to wash me in turn. He didn't try to hide behind the façade of cleaning my body, allowing his free hand to travel over me unrestrained. He explored my naked frame unashamedly, pressing his fingers roughly into me, his nails leaving little red lines where he scratched. He smiled at the evidence of our trysts that decorated me - a violet splotch here, a red trail there.

"I haven't been very nice to you, have I," he mused.

"It would seem so, wouldn't it?"

"I have to give your co-workers something to talk about."

"I don't make it a habit to strut around my workplace nude. I'm fairly certain I'd be fired in short order if I did. As well as arrested."

He wiped my neck with the cloth. "You might want to wear turtle necks, then."

"They can handle an exposed neck. It's when pants start coming off that they get upset."

"I can't imagine why," he murmured.

He finished washing my body, sticking only to my non-dangling parts, and set the cloth aside.

"You missed something," I fussed.

"Oh, you're right." With a devilish twinkle in his eyes, he reached behind me to retrieve a bottle of shampoo. He squeezed a bit of the liquid into his palm, then began to work it into my hair. I glared at him while his fingers massaged my head.

"You're hilarious," I mumbled sardonically.

He rinsed my hair through with care. "And you're clean. Shower's over."

He turned off the water, stepped out, and began to dry himself off. With an amused look in my direction, he handed me a clean towel. I wiped the water off me with an air of petulance. Julian grinned at me through the mirror as he started to brush his teeth.

"Ass," I muttered. He quickly finished brushing his teeth, rinsed off the brush, then handed it to me with a kiss on the corner of my lips.

"I'll wait for you in bed."

I watched his ass - God, I had an affinity for his ass - then made short work of brushing my teeth. Again, I was absurdly eager to be near him. When I returned to his bedroom, I found him sitting up, the covers pooled below his stomach, eyes trained on the doorway in wait of me. I just about skipped over to him. As I crawled beneath the sheets to him, his impatient arms reached out to me and pulled me nearer to him. He kissed my cheek, innocently sweet.

"You smell good," he complimented me as he nuzzled into my neck.

I relaxed against him, before reality snapped back into perspective. Sighing, I extracted myself from his embrace.

"I have to go. I have work in the morning," I explained.

"Stay with me," he pleaded with large, earnest eyes.

"Julian..," I deliberated. His hand extended towards mine, wanting to pull me back down to bed with him. Seeing my reluctance, he began to speak in a soft voice.

"Spend the night with me, Chris. It's too dark out for you to be driving. I can set my alarm to whatever time you need so that you're not late."

His persuasions were doubled with kisses along my back leading up my neck, then my jaw, and to my ear.

"Don't go," he whispered.

His last plea was my undoing, and I fell back into the bed with him. He met me with his lips insisting upon mine, his arms snaking around me to press us together. Our legs intertwined with each other, leaving no space to spare between our bodies. Our tongues danced together sensuously, giving and taking all we had to offer. Though we were naked and engaged in what could easily become a prelude to sexual activity, neither of us were escalating our kiss beyond what it was. It was enrapturing, thrilling, passionate; it made my scalp tingle and was filled with promise - promise of what, I couldn't yet determine.

We grudgingly peeled our lips apart when our lungs were screaming for air. We panted and gasped against each other, willing our breaths to normalize.

"Shit, Chris," he huffed.

I rested on his chest for an unfathomable amount of time; he rubbed my back with a delicate touch. Though our breaths had regulated by that point we made no move to disentangle ourselves, perfectly content to relax against each other. I powdered his chest with small kisses, while he would place returning ones on the top of my head.

"We should go to sleep," he whispered an eternity later.

I looked up at him. "Thank you for inviting me over."

"Thank you for coming over. And for staying the night."

I shifted off of Julian and lay beside him; he wasn't about to stand for that.

"Where do you think you're going," he asked as he pulled me back to him. His arms and legs draped over me, my head going to his chest. The moment was warm and intimate, heightened by Julian's craning to give me a last gentle kiss. We exchanged goodnight's with tender sweetness, and cuddled into each other. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was all I needed to fall into an easy sleep.

*****


Julian

I woke up in the morning holding Chris in my arms. I had to wonder if there could be a more pleasant way to wake up; doubtful.

It was just past 7 A.M according to the clock on the wall. The day outside was overcast (surprise, surprise), and the subdued morning light shone softly into the room. Chris was still dead to the world, his long lashes fanning out over his flushed cheeks, his breathing deep and even. His hair was a mess, sticking out at every end in an ashy halo. I was glad he'd decided to stayed over.

He looked so peaceful I was torn on whether I should wake him up or allow him another half hour of sleep. In point of fact, I wasn't sure I wanted to wake him up at all; I would've been satisfied to lay beside him the entire day. Compromising, I let myself enjoy an extra 30 minute's time with his sleeping form.

I awoke him with a kiss.

"Wake up, Chris," I beckoned into his ear. "It's 7:30."

He responded with a groan.

"C'mon, Chris. I don't want you to end up late because of me."

His eyes grudgingly fluttered open. He looked at me, out the window, then buried his face back into the pillow.

"Chris," I laughed. "Babe, you have to get up."

"No I don't," came his muffled response.

"Don't you?"

He groaned again, then turned around so he was facing me; I was greeted with a glare.

"You are not a morning person, are you?"

"How can you be so peachy already?"

"Some of us aren't lions incarnate," I teased him.

He rubbed his eyes of sleep and yawned. "What time did you say it was?"

"It's just past 7:30. What time do you go in?"

"I have to be there before 9:00."

"Is the school very far away?"

"No, I'm pretty close by. I have enough time."

"Do you need to get anything from your place?"

"If you lend me some clothes I don't."

"I grant you free reign over my closet."

He was waking up more by that point, becoming agreeable again. I gave his lips a quick peck.

"Good morning, Chris."

He gave me a crooked grin. "Good morning, Julian."

"How did you sleep?"

"I slept very, very well. You?"

"I'd have to agree."

This time he was the one to give me a generous kiss, trailing his lips down from the corner of mine to follow to my neck, which he sucked and bit.

"What are you doing," I asked him idly.

"Getting revenge. If I have to deal with Rachel, you have to deal with whoever cares to bug you at work. Even if it's the animals."

"I didn't know you were so vengeful."

"Now you do. Be afraid, Julian. Be very afraid."

"To be honest, I think it's hot to see you covered in hickeys. If a bit juvenile."

He bit his lower lip and gave me a heated look. "If you keep talking like that, we're both going to be late for work."

"I can be late."

He gave me a small kiss in the center of my chest. "Well, I can't. Sorry, Jules, we'll have to take a rain-check for now."

"You don't sound the least bit sorry," I accused the smiling man.

"That's what happens when you wake me up at such an ungodly hour."

"7:30 is ungodly to you? It's a damn good thing you didn't decide to be a baker."

"I guess so. That, and I can't bake for shit."

"That was my first job, you know."

"What, baking?"

"Yup. I worked at a bakery-slash-restaurant for my first job. Worked my ass off, too. The owners liked me, gave me hours whenever I asked for them, paid me pretty well for a scrawny kid. I talk to them more than I do my own family."

"Bakery-restaurant? Oh, you are so going to be cooking for me a lot more."

I took hold of him by his hair and brought his face to mine, kissing him deeply and satisfyingly. "I think we can work out some arrangement."
He gave me a deliciously lascivious look and pushed me beneath him onto the bed, claiming my lips without hesitancy. He climbed on top of me with his legs on either side of mine, his hands clutching my upper arms. I pulled on his thick hair, knotting my fingers into it and holding him to me. I felt his hard-on urging against my thigh, betraying his front of disinterest. Likewise, my iron length was yearning for the relief of his touch. I groaned into his mouth, eliciting a similar reaction from him. I slid my hands down the sides of his face, his neck, his chest, until I reached his ass. I grabbed him roughly, pressing his crotch to mine, digging my fingers into his taut cheeks.

He pulled away with a gasp.

"That wasn't supposed to happen," he panted.

I clumsily kissed his neck. "Well, now that it has, we may as well finish it."

"We really can't," he moaned through my suckling. "We don't have enough time, I can't be late. I should be getting ready; I haven't even shaved, or brushed my teeth."

"I think you look sexy when you don't shave. Then again, I think you look sexy when you do shave, too."

He returned his lips to mine - once, twice, thrice. With a resigned sigh, he moved back.

"Okay, I'm going to go be an adult."

"Are you saying I'm not being an adult?"

"I'm just saying you're laying in bed while I'm going to get ready for work."

I leered at him. "Trust me, Chris, I want to be very adult with you right now."

He jumped out of bed and made his way to the adjoining restroom, doing a fine job of modelling his exquisite body for me to enjoy. I noticed his still-protruding dick.

"Mr. Adult, what are you going to do about that erection of yours," I called after him.

"Think about you, of course," he shouted back.

Ruefully smiling to myself, I finally got up and started to get ready myself. Really, I only needed ten minutes to get ready. My unruly hair had a mind of its own, and I'd long ago learned to let it have its way and not bother in a vain attempt to control it. I went to the restroom in the main room, voided my bladder, brushed my teeth, and trimmed my facial hair to make myself have some resemblance of a man who knows what he's doing.

I wandered back to my bedroom to find Chris clean-shaven and presumably having brushed his teeth. Other than that, he bore no other evidence of any progress - not a stitch of clothing to be found on his body, his dusty hair waywardly dancing about him, and no obvious intent of organizing himself any further.

"Chris, are you still busy adulting, or did you give up?"

He whipped around to face me. "How the hell are you ready?"

"How the hell are you not?"

"Argh, this is your fault," he complained as he searched for - something, I wasn't sure what. "You distracted me and made me late."

I tried to hide my amusement. "Can I help you? Do you want coffee?"

He gave me a frazzled look. "Yes. Please. Coffee sounds good."

I bowed my head, not wanting to insult him by laughing at his frantic state, and went to make the coffee. While it brewed, I gathered what belongings of his I could find strewn about the condo - his shoes, wallet, phone, keys. I poured his drink into a travel mug for him and placed it beside his things. Cautiously, I went back to check on him.

This time, he was dressed. His hair, however, was still an a state of disarray. And he was running out of time.

"Have you seen my phone," he asked while pulling on a pair of mismatched socks. "I can't find that or --"

"I have your shoes, wallet, phone, keys and coffee all ready for you."

He shot me a grateful look. "Thank you." He rushed into the main room and got himself somewhat organized. "Okay Julian, now I really do have to go. Thank you for everything."

"Let me go down with you, I have to get to work as well."

With an anxious Chris at my side, we had a quiet ride down. I wanted to tell him he forgot about his hair, but was worried that would send him over the edge. Admittedly, I had more selfish thoughts at work, too; it reminded me that he'd spent the night with me, in my bed, the two of us rumpling the sheets - and his hair - together.

"I'll see you later, then, Chris?"

"Yes, tonight. Dinner. You're sure about picking me up?"

"I am." We shared a hurried kiss and parted ways. "Be careful, have a nice day," I called after him.

"Thanks, you too! See you at 5:30!"

He crawled into his little car and sped off.

*****


Just before noon I received a text message from Chris:

Thanks for telling me about my hair, Julian.

I responded right away.

Are supposed to be on your phone during class?

1. I'm the teacher, I can be on my phone if I want. 2. It's lunch time. What's your excuse?

You were already late and erratic, my pointing out your hair wasn't going to do any good.

It wouldn't have? My student teacher has been insufferable since she saw me walk in this morning. She's laughing at me at this very moment, in fact.

If it makes you feel any better, your 'revenge' worked - four people have commented on my neck so far. Do you know how often my neck is normally a topic a conversation? Never.

I'm only slightly satisfied.

Had you allowed yourself to be late to work I would have personally guaranteed your complete satisfaction ;)

I cannot imagine my being late to work as a possible solution.

Not so much a solution as a by-product, I'll admit. However, I do think you look hot with your hair all messy.

That's only because you're the reason for its being messy.

You may have a point there. I have to go, babe, I'll see you later.

The rest of my day passed by uneventfully, save for a few more sniggering remarks over the bruise-like blemish Chris left me with. When the clock struck 5 I was out the door, racing home to get changed, then to Chris' apartment. I was ludicrously excited to see him; I could only hope he wouldn't think I was insane. I impatiently rode up the elevator to his floor, and not-so-casually walked to his door.

"Hey, Ju--"

I cut him off with a hard kiss, pushing him back through the doorway and kicking the door shut behind me. I moved us forward into the kitchen until the counter hit Chris' back, holding him tightly to me. I invaded his mouth with my tongue while he weaved his fingers into my hair, readily accepting and returning my fervor. I was shoving off my shoes when Chris pulled away gasping.

"Weren't we going to go to dinner or something?"

I continued kissing down his chin and neck. "Who says we can't go later? It's still early."

He accepted that and returned his lips to mine. With impatient fingers I started to unbuckle his belt and jeans, thrusting them to the ground like so much refuse. He was wearing a pair of dark grey boxer briefs that left nothing the the imagination, much to my delight. I groped his ass, clutching it without reservations. He, in turn, tore off my shirt and worked on raking his fingers over my newly-bared chest and back. He was in the midsts of undoing the opening of my jeans when, from his pants on the ground, a Queen song began to play. We pulled away disoriented.

"Shit, that has to be my sister." He fumbled around for his phone in the pockets of his jeans. With a look of distaste to the bright screen, he stood up and answered it. "What's up, Drew?"

I decided to make a game of his occupied condition. I started by nipping at his neck. He gave me a wary look.

"I'm good," he continued talking on the phone. "I was sort of busy when you called, though. Why?"

Chris' eyes grew wide when my hands went to his collar and began to take the buttons apart. I stroked each inch of his skin that I exposed as I pulled the shirt apart.

"Not tonight, Drew, sorry. I'm going out to dinner with someone."

I smiled up at him and opened his shirt. I ran my hands over his unveiled body, enjoying the contrast of his smooth skin and the hair that grew there.

"No, I met him at Jeff's wedding. His name's Julian. No, you don't know him. No, not him. No, that's Trevor. Drew--"

He was cut off by a soft gasp of surprise when I brought his nipple into my mouth.

"Ah, no, nothing's wrong. I just, uh, stubbed my toe."

I bit down on the small nub none too delicately, making him clench his eyes shut. His breath started to become more irregular, while I used my hands to freely caress his body. He made an affirmative grunt into the telephone, apparently answering a question. One hand of mine wandered slowly down his abdomen to the waistband of his underwear. I fingered the elastic band teasingly. He took a sharp breath inwards.

"I'm going to have to cut this short, Drew. Something's...come up." I smirked at his double entendre. "Yes, I'll be there Saturday. I don't know, maybe. Fine, I'll ask him. Okay. I'll talk to you later. Love you too. Bye." He hung up and looked at me, equal parts carnality and incredulity evident. "What are you doing?"

"I'm finishing what's been on delay since this morning," I answered him as I slipped my fingers into his underwear.

"While I'm on the phone with my sister?"

"You didn't tell me to stop. And," I cupped his tenting erection with my hand, "I won't believe you if you try to be angry with me." He sighed when I manipulated him through the thin layer of clothing.

"I can be mad and turned on," he protested.

I sank to my knees and put my mouth over his clothed cock. My hot breath washed over him arousingly; he tilted his head back and moaned.

"Nevermind, I was wrong. Definitely can't be mad and turned on."

I took my mouth off him. "A good idea when my teeth are within biting distance of your genitals."

"That's a horrible attempt at dirty talk."

I pulled off his underwear, making his dick spring up animatedly. I'd been waiting to be naked with him all day and wasn't about to tease him; I took him fully into my mouth in one go, his tip tickling the back of my throat. I held his ass in my hands, gripping his cheeks roughly. I circled my tongue around him as I pulled back, drawing out a long groan from him. His hands dropped to my head to knot in my hair.

"Julian..," he moaned my name huskily.

I continued to suck his cock dutifully, running my tongue along the underside, flicking the head with my tongue. As I licked back down his shaft, I tended to his hanging testicles. I gently coaxed one into my mouth and lavished it with attention. As I did, I wriggled a finger between his cheeks to settle upon his puckered hole; I pressed into it like the pleasure center it was.

"Oh God, come here, Julian."

He pulled me up to him by my hair, crushing our lips together clumsily. He awkwardly tried to wrangle me out of my undone jeans and underwear for a few seconds before I helped him to take them all the way off. Once I was completely nude his hand flew to my leaking cock, his fingers wrapping gracefully around me and all at once he took to stroking me in an urgent fashion, reflecting his own need and desire. I could feel his hardened length on my thigh, slick from the adorations I'd already paid it. I had other plans for him, however.

"Turn around, Chris," I ordered him. I directed him to hold himself against the counter-top and to spread his legs apart for me. He gave me a longing, but worried look. "Don't worry, babe, I'm not going to do anything that will to hurt you," I calmed him.

I kissed his neck reassuringly and trailed more down his back. I massaged his back with my hands as I went until I was kneeling behind him, eye-level with his marvellous ass. I caressed him from his knees to his upper thighs, making a shiver race up his spine. With a tentative finger I pet his perineum and followed it between his cheeks, stopping when I came upon his hole. I soothed the clenched bud with my finger until it relaxed for me. Carefully, I penetrated the tight muscle with the tip of my digit, moving it within him just enough to have him whimpering with pleasure.

Once he was comfortably offering me his ass, I removed my finger. He was most certainly displeased by this and vocalized his objections immediately. I ignored him and placed suckling kisses all over his ass, bringing my mouth dangerously close to his awaiting opening before moving back to favor some other part of flesh. I licked a long, wet line over his crack to which he groaned loudly. Leisurely, I made my way back to his quivering hole. I paused.

"Please, Julian," he begged me wantonly. The desperate urging in his voice was a fan on my libido, and I was only too happy to comply to his wishes.

I allowed my tongue to snake itself between Chris' cheeks and into the little ring he was pleading me to entertain. I probed him experimentally, and was rewarded with a chorus of sighs and appreciative moans. Emboldened, I entered him further, twisting my tongue inside of him. He kept on his stream of grateful groans, crying out when I removed my tongue from inside him to circle around the outside of his searching hole.

By that time my cock was hard enough to smash diamonds, and my hand travelled down to it to provide relief. I rubbed myself unabashedly - what was modesty worth in such a situation?

I continued to glut myself on Chris' sweet ass, which he pressed back towards me every time I made a move backwards. Driven by our mutual animalistic lust I fucked him with my tongue, his tortured whining infinitely lascivious music to my ears. My thrusting grew more frantic as I rapidly neared the edge of my control. Determined to have Chris come before I did, I reached around him with my free hand and took hold of his steely mast. My fist worked over him in double time, and compounded with my tongue's meditations on his sweet hole, he was soon wailing his oncoming climax.

"Fuck, Julian," he cursed before the first volley of come shot out of him. He came in a theatrically loud manner, his legs barely managing to keep him upright; it was lucky I'd made him hold onto the counter-top. I didn't stop stroking him until the last drop of come had escaped him. Managing to catch some of his slick ejections on my hand, I used it as lubricant as I took both my hands and finished myself off. I came only seconds later, just as dramatically noisy as Chris had been, coming an unseemly amount of semen all over his floor. When I finally finished I felt like I'd emptied myself of a gallon of come or more.

When I was able to form a coherent thought again, I noticed I was rather uncomfortable still on the floor. I stood up on legs of gelatin and leaned over Chris, who was in a similar comatose-like state. With a whispered plea I dragged him over to the couch where we collapsed into a heap. As we returned to our senses, we gave each other lazy kisses wherever we could land them.

"Are you going to call your sister back," I murmured while rubbing my lips mindlessly over his shoulder.

"Hell no. Thanks to you and your distractions I've already promised to go to dinner with her tomorrow."

I felt a pang of disappointment that I tried to shrug off. "This was because of me how?"

"With you all over me I could only just resist moaning right into the phone, let alone pay attention to whatever Drew was rattling on about."

"You mentioned me to her," I remembered, a bit surprised.

"I did. Actually..," he looked at me uncertainly. "Well, her birthday is on Saturday. We usually do a family barbecue, and she told to invite you. You don't have to go if you don't want to, of course. But I told her I'd ask you."

"By 'family', you mean?"

He ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, my parents like to entertain, we usually end up being a pretty big group. Not huge, but a few aunts, uncles, cousins, friends."

I thought about it. "Do you want me to go? Be honest."

He was concerningly quiet for a few moments before he spoke. "Honestly," his lips twitched up, making fun of me, "Yes, I would like it if you were there with me. I like being with you - I'm kicking myself for agreeing to go out with Drew tomorrow when I could have spent the evening with you instead. If we're doing this thing seriously, I'd want my parents, my sister to meet you. But I don't want to pressure you into anything. I haven't even given you a chance to speak."

Being fun with Chris was easy; being serious was terrifying.

"Don't look so stressed, Jules," he breathed. "If you don't want to go that's fine. I understand that it's a bit soon for you to meet my entire family. Talk to me, though. Don't leave me waiting and guessing."

"Chris, what if I told you I'm not stressed because I don't want to go with you, but because I do?"

"Weren't you the one who said we were going to stop doubting each other," he reminded me softly.

That much was true. I sat up, needing a bit of distance to sort myself out. Judging by Chris' expression, he inferred the worst meaning from my actions. To assuage him, I took his hand in mine. I took a deep breath in to steel myself.

"Alright, Chris, I'm going to be candid here. I like you - a lot - as you no doubt are aware. It's just...more than I would have expected after knowing you for less than a week. We've known each other less than a week! It's scary. Cliché as it may sound, I've never felt like this with anyone else before. I want to be with you all the time - it's ridiculous. I know I shouldn't be this attached to you so quickly, and I'm probably and idiot for telling you this. If you're a rationally thinking human being, you'd probably be slowly backing away from me right now."

He squeezed my hand in a reassuring gesture as he soaked up my words. "Thank you, firstly, for being so open with me. And Julian," this time he was the one taking an inwards breath. "I know exactly what you mean. Everything you said, that's exactly how I feel. You're right - this is scary, being completely exposed and open to rejection. We need to get past that. For us to move forward - if that's what we both want - we can't be so hesitant. Like we have been."

"I know. You're right. We have to forget convention, forget how we should be doing things. We'll take things at our own pace." I let out my breath in a rush, then gave a small chuckle. "That's a lot easier said than done."

He closed the space I'd put between us with a gentle kiss. When he pulled back, he looked at me with heart-melting tenderness; in that moment, I believed every word he'd said.

"Where do we stand, then, on Drew's birthday? Will you be accompanying me?"

"I will if you'll have me."

"Jules, I'll have you any way I can get you."

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