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Not One For Weddings

By: FoodOfLove



"You may kiss the bride."

We erupted into applause as Jeff and Samantha sealed their vows with a kiss. Jeff pressed his bride to him suggestively, transforming our claps into whistles and cheers. Samantha pulled away from him red-cheeked and playfully punched his arm. 

They turned to face their guests hand-in-hand, looking exuberant and very much in love. They ran down the aisle, rice grains showering over them. Jeff took off his jacket to shield Samantha in an act of uncharacteristic chivalry.

Jeff's brother, Alex, scoffed beside me.

"Jeff's really putting it on thick."

"Yeah," I agreed. "He told me Sam hasn't been letting him within a ten-foot radius of her for the last month."

"If he's not getting laid after all this, then nothing will do it," he laughed as he pulled at his bow tie. Samantha was fond of teal paisley, and as groomsmen, we'd been forced into vests and bow ties of her choosing. 

"I need a drink," I muttered as I tugged at my own bow tie. 

"At least it's an open bar," he pointed out, pacified.

Just then Alex's girlfriend came up to us and began to mess with his suit. I made a beeline for the bar that was crowded with men who had obviously been forced into wearing equally hideous suits.

"I'll have a gin and tonic, please," I requested.

"Sure thing," the cute, female bartender smiled at me. 

Sorry, sweetheart, but I bat for the other team, I thought as I gave her a wry smile. She quickly made my drink (ignoring the horde of stoic men waiting around the bar) and handed me the glass with a wink, which I returned - it never hurts to make friends with those who handle your food and drinks. Alcohol in hand, I took to piling hors d'ourves onto a minuscule plate. Once I had a stack of mini-sandwiches and cheese with crackers that resembled the leaning tower of Pisa, I sat myself down at a small table that was out of the way of the socializing women draped in chiffon. 

"Not one for weddings, huh?"

I looked up, mouth full, to see a man I'd never met before leaning against a wall, regarding me with undisguised amusement. I swallowed hastily.

"Weddings, parties, clubs. Take your pick. I'm not great around large groups of people I don't really know."

He smiled at me crookedly. I gave him a once-over; he was tall and wore a classic black suit with a wine-colored tie (a real tie, not a stupid bow tie like the one I wore), had hazel eyes with long lashes, and a mop of mussed black hair. On hand was in his pocket, and in the other he held a drink light amber in color. 

"It doesn't seem you're any better at these things than I am," I nodded towards his glass.

"You got me," he grinned as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. 

"So, are you here with the bride or groom?"

"I'm Samantha's cousin," he informed me.

"My favorite cousin," Sam sang out as she came up behind him and planted a kiss on his cheek. His lips turned up to smile before returning her kiss.

"Congrats, Sam. Glad to see you so happy," he praised her.

"Make sure to tell me if Jeff doesn't treat you right, okay Sam? I'll beat his ass for you," I joked. She laughed in return.

"I can take you," Jeff mocked as he placed a kiss on his bride's shoulder.

"Hey, you harm a hair on my cousin's head and I'll help him bury your body," my newfound ally threatened lightheartedly.

"Looks like I'm outnumbered; I guess I have no choice but to take good care of you, Sam. Damn."

We laughed at the pair, before they were whisked away by parents frantically waving cameras in the air. 

"They couldn't have found anyone better for each other," I commented.

"I agree. They're great together." He turned to me. "How do you know them?"

"Jeff and I were roommates in university."

"Okay. I guess you two were tag-teaming sorority girls then, huh?"

I recognized his question for what it was: a test.

"Not quite. I'm a 'friend of Dorothy', so to speak," I smirked, then took a sip of my drink.

"Is that so," he reflected my sly smile and also brought his glass to his lips.

"You haven't told me your name, you know," I bugged him.

"Neither have you," he countered. I raised an eyebrow at him. 

"My name's Julian," he introduced himself a beat later

"Chris," I returned.

"Pleasure to meet you."

Rather immaturely, I smiled at his choice of words. 

We were then called into the reception area, where a chalkboard bore illustrations and directions as to where everyone was to sit. Sam, obviously, had spent hours painstakingly drawing the map with little tables and the names of all the guests in fancy writing. I quickly found my name, and to my surprise, saw Julian's name in a loopy script beside it.

"It seems we'll be sitting next to each other," Julian vocalized my thoughts behind me.

"I guess so," I grinned. We went to our table, where we found eight other guests already seated in their respective spots. As we sat down, the conversation flowed easily around the table. Everyone was in good spirits and they were quick to reign us into their banter.

A few minutes later all the guests were seated, and a line of servers in livery carrying silver trays weaved their way throughout the space. They efficiently placed a plate of hot food before us with a flourish, and as quickly as they's appeared, they were gone.

"Let's dig in," an older man with red cheeks and a musical voice invited. We picked up our forks and followed his lead, continuing to talk as we ate.

As one of Jeff's aunts told me a story of her cat, I felt a foot rubbing against my leg. I turned my head to the right, caught off guard, to see Julian concentrating too hard on his plate. I coughed into my napkin to rouse his attention; the corners of his lips turned up slightly, but he didn't face me.

I had to decide whether I wanted to continue this flirtation into something more physical, or to keep within the boundaries of propriety. One look at the man beside me - his eyes crinkled with silent laughter, hair framing his face alluringly, his foot clearly expressing his unspoken attraction - and my decision was made. 

I "dropped" my knife to give me an excuse to lean in closer to Julian for a moment. I laid my hand on his thigh, much to his surprise, and ran it down his leg as I bent to retrieve my knife. His eyes darted between my hand and my face; I gave him a salacious smile in return before I got back up - tracing my hand along his leg in the process - and resumed eating, sans-knife. I kept my one hand on his thigh, not really moving it, wanting to see if he was willing to go further.

He continued eating after a moment, but refused to spare a glance in my direction. He did, however, put one of his hands over mine. I cautiously moved my fingers to the inside of his thigh and caressed him there through his trousers. I heard his breath catch as I did, his eyes flitting towards me for a brief second. I fixed my gaze on an uncle sitting across from me who was telling us of a hunting trip he'd taken. I continued to move my fingers over Julian's inner thigh, making irregular designs, not keeping to a pattern. 

He shifted in his seat, but didn't close his legs to block me out. I peeked at him to see his face turning a delicate shade of pink, betraying my unseen actions. Rather than make me consider stopping, it pleased me to watch him squirm. He ate his food with a sort of unnatural jerkiness - on edge. I struggled to keep up the façade of eating for the sake of the others, truth be told. 

Soon our dishes were cleared by the mysterious servers once more, and a dessert plate was put in its place. We all admired the way it was so elegantly presented, and carefully began to eat the edible art. As I spooned mango sorbet into my mouth, my fingers traced over the bulge in Julian's pants. I heard him cough suddenly into his napkin and take a drink of wine. He gave me an obvious look of surprise, not realizing he was making something of a scene.

"Are you okay there, sweetie," a concerned aunt inquired.

"Ah, yes, thank you. I just choked a bit on my food," he answered with a blush.

I gave him an impish grin before turning back to my dessert. I stroked him through his pants, and was gratified to feel him begin to grow in my hand. He squirmed in his seat at the sensation, but still didn't signal for me to stop. Though masked by his clothing, he was clearly well-endowed; he was only at half-mast, but his hardening length felt considerable between my prying fingers. I squeezed him softly and his legs twitched in response; as if in turn, my own cock stirred at this.

Our attention was called by the M.C, announcing it was time for the couple to cut the cake. Our dessert plates were whisked away, and the guests made their way to the center of the room, where the cake sat on a pedestal. Julian and I shared a look - neither of us were in a suitable state to be standing within view of others. 

"I don't think I want cake," a lady at our table complained to her husband. 

"Then don't eat cake," he shrugged. 

"But they'll think I'm rude!"

"No they won't - nobody'll notice. The speeches are after the cake cutting; we won't be sitting at our table, that's a good enough excuse."

"Why aren't we sitting at the table," Julian asked the man.

"No, Sammy's arranged for everyone to pull a chair up around the bridal table. She wants it to feel 'intimate' or something."

"Let's go watch them cut the cake," the wife directed her husband. "We're going to miss it if we just sit here like bumps on a log." They departed to stand amongst the crowd gathering around Sam and Jeff.

I took a look around us. There were eight tables in total, with ten guests per table, plus the bridal table. There are over eighty people here...I doubt they'll notice two missing.

"Hey, come with me," I breathed to Julian as I got up and stood behind my chair.

"You want to watch them cut the cake?"
"Not exactly..." I trailed off with a grin.

He gave me a quizzical look but didn't question me any further. He followed my lead with his head down, supposedly to lower the chance of someone noticing him. With a quick scan behind us, we slipped out the entrance to the ballroom. The area was void of any stray guests or staff, so I took the chance to reach behind me and take hold of Julian's hand. 

"Chris?"

"Yes?"
"Where exactly are we going," he asked, amusement coloring his voice.

"Coat closet," I replied with a lewd smile over my shoulder. We swiftly arrived to our desired location, and with another cautious once-over of our surroundings, we hastily shoved into the cramped room.

I locked the door behind me and turned to Julian. As if a switch had been flipped, we abandoned all pretense of civility; I closed what little distance there was between us and roughly brought our faces together. The anticipation that had been built over the entirety of the evening was all at once met as we unabashedly explored each other's mouths. We pulled our jackets off and threw them to the ground, caring not for the wrinkles that may be formed. I loosened his tie but didn't take it off altogether. With shaking, impatient fingers, Julian worked on unbuttoning my vest.

"This thing's hideous," he mumbled against my lips.

"It's uncomfortable, too." 

He pushed the vest off my shoulders to join our jackets before taking to the bow tie I still wore. 

"Wait, don't take that off," I stopped him frantically. He gave me a bewildered look.

"I don't know how to tie these things," I explained. "I had to get my sister to do it for me. And Sam would be pissed if I was wearing it wrong."

"Why does she have to be such a perfectionist," he grumbled. I brought his lips back to mine, effectively cutting off his complaint.

My hands travelled over his back before settling on the waistband of his trousers. I slid my thumbs into them and let them hang there as I pinned him against the wall with my hips. He moaned into my mouth at this, and his hands went to tangle themselves in my hair. I kissed his neck while I brought my hands to the buckle of his belt and began to undo it. With a bit of difficulty, I managed to unbuckle him; as soon as I'd accomplished that, I took to unbuttoning his trousers. 

The sight of this handsome stranger writhing before me with his tie loosened and pants undone was intoxicatingly heady. I knitted my fingers into his messy locks and kissed him voraciously, groaning as he began to rub himself against me. With one hand he successfully undid my own belt, then unfastened the opening of my trousers. He worked on removing my pants altogether, but as he did so one-handedly, it was a slow and grievous process. 

"Need help," I offered.
"Yes." 

He didn't take time for coyness, now. I released my hold on his hair to assist him in removing my pants; once they hung around my ankles, I kicked them in the general direction of our ever-growing pile of clothing. And since my hands were so conveniently located, I tugged off Julian's trousers as well - they were also quick to join the mound of fabric in the corner. 

He wore a tiny pair of black boxer briefs that were not suitable for containing his erection. I placed my hand over it, revelling in the way he twitched it my palm. He closed his eyes as I fondled him through his underwear, and his mouth hang open slightly.

I sank to my knees in front if him; he looked down at me in surprise. I pulled his briefs off, and was delighted to see his cock eagerly popping up to meet me. His prick was nicely proportioned, a good seven inches, thick, and circumcised. He had neatly trimmed black pubic hair, with sizeable testicles to complete the picture. A pearl of pre-cum glistened at the head of his dick, which I took as an invitation to get to work. 

I brought my lips to envelope the tip of his cock in my mouth, and twirled my tongue around it. He moaned, leaning against the wall for support. I ran my hands over his ass, massaging it, while I stroked the underside of his cock with me tongue. I pulled my face away from his crotch, letting a long line of saliva follow me, and took looked at Julian. He regarded me with an expression of pure lust, eyes hooded and dark, his breathing heavy. I quickly removed my black boxers and flung them aside to release my throbbing member. The sight of it brought the slightest hint of a smile to Julian's lips, but he was soon urging my head forward to bring him into my mouth again.

I complied easily, and greedily resumed sucking on his slick cock. I licked over his shaft with long strokes, with special attention paid to his tip. I moaned around him as I worked over him, making him buck himself into me involuntarily as a loud groan escaped him. 

"If you make too much noise someone's going to come and investigate," I admonished him. 

He groaned in protest of this, but did lower his volume. I returned to lavishing his tool, making a long, wet line from his base to his slit. He shivered in response, prompting me to repeat the action. I licked another line down his cock, then back up and around his tip. I followed the underside to his balls, which I softly licked until they, too, were coated with my saliva. Once they were well lubricated, I brought one between my lips, lightly sucking on it. Clasped between my lips, I circled my tongue around it before releasing it with a small pop. I replaced the first with its twin, repeating what I'd done to the first. I slipped it back out of my mouth to allow me to return to his unattended erection.

I slurped him back into the warm, wet depths of my mouth, more than willing to accommodate his length in there. I pushed my head over him carefully, sheathing my teeth with my lips, until I fully encased him. He moaned again as his dick poked the back of my throat, my tongue providing what extra stimulation it could in the cramped quarters. I pulled myself back until only his engorged head was held at the tip of my lips. 

My own cock was throbbing between my legs, almost to the point of pain. I was leaking pre-cum from my slit freely, and I used it as lubricant to stroke myself.

I bobbed over him with ease, running my tongue around him as I did. I moaned over him while I jerked myself off, incredibly turned on by the dual sensations. By the low noises Julian was making above me, I knew that it was an equally stimulating experience for him. I craned my neck so that I could look up at him; his head was thrown back, his jaw was slack, and his eyes were screwed shut as he focused on the pleasure I gave him. 

Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes to find me studying him. He gave me a mirthful smirk.

"Are you jerking yourself off?"

"Mmm," I affirmed over his prick.

"It's a pretty hot visual," he admitted with a moan. 

He made a hissing sounds as I slipped all but his tip out of my mouth and sucked it. Enjoying his reaction, I pleasured solely the head of his dick with my mouth, using my free hand to stroke him as I did myself. He moaned too loudly again and put his hands atop my head. He clumped his fingers into my hair, just barely resisting forcing me over him. I pulled away.

"Fuck my face," I begged him.

Not needing to be told twice, he immediately shoved my head over his cock. We both let out a deep groan as he did, and I used my newly-freed hand to assist in masturbating myself. Julian thrust into my mouth with abandon, making low, deep noises satisfaction. I again moaned around him and rubbed my cock faster.

I was quickly too close to the edge, and found myself in a bit of a predicament; where a suitable place for me to shoot my load would be in a coat closet. I felt the familiar tightening within my balls, and knew I didn't have much time before I made a mess. I fumbled my hands around, until I felt what seemed to be a pair of underwear. Mine or his, it was too late for me to be discerning, as I wrapped the piece of clothing around my cock and came into it. I cried around Julian, sending more vibrations along his shaft.

Without warning, I felt a spurt of Julian's come hit the back of my throat. He let out a long groan as he came into my mout; he continued to plunge himself in and out of my mouth as he orgasmed, and I greedily swallowed every drop of his come. Even after he'd finished, I continued to suck on him, milking him for all he was worth. He spasmed and twitched in my mouth as I did.

"Ooh, stop, Chris," he winced and pulled away. He sagged against the wall while we collected ourselves and caught our breath.

"We should probably get back to the party," I suggested after a minute.

"Yeah, I guess. Damn, that was good."

I got up to dress myself, before realizing that the black pair of underwear I'd used to come into hadn't been mine, but Julian's. I looked at him.

"Uh...I kinda used your underwear to prevent from painting the wall with my come," I informed him. He didn't respond for a beat, then he smirked.

"That's fine. But if I'm going commando tonight, so are you." 

I returned his impish smile.

"Oh, am I?"

He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me, then gave me a kiss full of lascivious promise. 

"Let's go back to my place afterwards," I invited him with a sigh.

He gave me a smile that rivalled that of the Cheshire cat and agreed.

We quickly finished getting dressed, stuffing our underwear into our respective suit pockets. I fixed his tie until it was snugly tied beneath his Adam's apple, and he adjusted my ridiculous bow tie until it was straight again. His messy hair was much unchanged from what it had been, but I knew my own hair had to be a spectacle.

"I may need to take a trip to the restroom."

"Why? Your hair doesn't look at all like you've just been in a tornado," he teased.

"Whatever."

We cautiously opened the door, scanning the outside area for outlying guests who might bear witness to our indiscretion. With nobody in sight, we sneaked out of the closet and made our way back to the entrance of the ballroom; we could hear music emanating from within. 


Not One For Weddings Ch. 02



"Where to," the taxi driver asked. I gave him my address, and we were off to my apartment. We'd stayed for another couple of hours at the wedding, dancing and drinking.

"That took longer than anticipated," Julian remarked.

"Well, if we'd left right away after having disappeared together for twenty minutes, it may have been a bit tactless. Not to mention, Sam would've burned us at the stake."

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. The ice cream bar was pretty nice, too."

I turned to him with a grin. "We got some pretty surprised looks when people noticed us dancing together."

He laughed. "Yeah. Did you hear Sam?"

I chuckled; Sam had shrieked to Jeff 'I told you!' when she saw us dancing together. 

"How could I not? Her excitement could've powered the city for an hour or two."

"It was a fun night," he reflected after a moment.

"What was your favorite part," I asked, biting my lip.

He leered at me. "Well, I seem to recall an interesting interaction in a coat closet."

I raised an eyebrow at him. " 'Interesting'? Is that all I get?"

"Maybe a little more than interesting," he allowed.

"Hmmph. We'll see about that," I grumbled in faux-indignance.

His eyes were twinkling as he took my hand in his. "How far away do you live?"

"I'm pretty close by, we're almost there."

He leaned close to brush his lips beneath my ears. "Good. Or else I'd have to prove to you here in the backseat just how interesting I think you are."

"Hooking up in a taxi cab, I suppose, would certainly be interesting."

He followed the curve of my cheek with his lips until he came upon mine. He caught them and slipped his tongue into my mouth without reservations as to my response. Then again, I had his cock in my mouth a few hours ago. I returned the kiss in kind, with one of my hands on his thigh, the other still caught within his grasp. He tightened his hold on my hand as I traced up his thigh to between his legs. He gasped as I grazed over his trouser-clad bulge, and pulled away slightly. I kissed him from the corner of his lips to his ear, and nibbled at the lobe softly. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of my teeth pulling at his earlobe.

I noticed, suddenly, an odd halt beneath us, coupled with the driver clearing his throat.

"We've arrived, gentlemen," he informed us politely without turning to look at us.

Hastily, we pulled apart. I handed the driver a $20 bill as I got out, not bothering to wait for the change. Julian was waiting for me at the entrance to my building.

"You're blushing," I teased him while I took out my key and unlocked the door.

"Am I? 'Wonder why that would be."

"I couldn't imagine," I smirked.

We made our way to the elevator, with my hand on the small of his back to guide him. While we waited for the elevator to come down, I let my hand slide down him back until I reached his ass. I put it into his back pocket, and playfully squeezed his cheek.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"What's with the ass grabbing," he mumbled,with a smile playing on his lips.

"I figured I should save the ass biting until we were behind closed doors."

The elevator arrived, in it an older couple who lived a few doors down from me. I gave Julian's ass another squeeze as we stepped aside to let the couple out; he turned to give me a look that tried to be stern, but was muddled by a goofy smile.

"Hi there, Chris," the woman, Janet, greeted me.

"How are you, Jan," I returned.

"We're good. What are you doing up so late?"

"I was at a friend's wedding."

"Oh, that's nice. Paul and I slept all day, so now we're wide awake."

"Woman, I could've slept if you'd let me," Paul corrected, accompanied by a small peck on her cheek to soften the complaint.

"And who's this," Janet gestured to Julian.

"This is Julian."

"Hello," he nodded his head.

"Are you two friends," Jan asked with a glint in her eyes.

"Umm..," Julian gave me a frantic, begging look; Janet and Paul both burst out laughing at his panicked expression.

"Leave them alone," Paul chided her, still chuckling.

"Okay, we'll leave you two boys to your...activities," she giggled. With a final flick of the wrist, they turned to leave Julian and I was alone once more in the lobby.

"Interesting neighbors," Julian commented as we went into the elevator.

"They're pretty great, if a bit lacking in subtlety."

The doors closed, and we were alone in the elevator. My hand was still in Julian's back pocket, so I took the opportunity the squeeze his ass again - mostly, I'll admit, to bug him. 

"There are cameras in here, you know," he reminded me.

"I know; I live here."

With that, I stepped in front of him and pushed him against the wall. My lips captured his, with my tongue snaking out to meet him. He opened his mouth readily, easily accepting my tongue, and grabbed my hips to press me to him. A small moan escaped me at the feeling of his crotch against mine, making my lips more insistent upon him. 

I heard a ding from behind me; we'd arrived at my floor. I made no move to end our kiss and I brought one hand to tangle in Julian's hair, securing his face to mine. He moaned as I tugged at his hair, digging his hands into my ass in a much rougher way than I'd done to him. I groaned and fisted his hair in my hand to pull it harder. 

He pulled his face away, panting for breath. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as I trailed kisses from his chin, down his neck, to his clavicle. I kissed him from the side of his neck to his ear, and halted my kissing regime there to catch my breath. I breathed heavily into his ear, and could feel his heart racing against my chest.

"Perhaps we should take this to a more appropriate location," Julian suggested after a moment.

"Don't tell me you don't want to fuck in an open elevator," I teased as I pulled away.

"I'd rather imagined a bedroom setting when you invited me to your place, actually."

"I'd be more than happy to prove you wrong."

"I'm sure you would!" 

I lead him out the elevator and down the hallway, until we reached my door. As I fumbled in my pocket for my keys, I felt his body come up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed my neck softly, and one of his hands travelled to my crotch - which he began to fondle. 

"If you keep doing that, we're not making it inside," I warned in a low voice.

"I guess you need to learn how to concentrate better, because we're not doing anything spectacular until I feel a bed beneath me and a closed door behind me," he argued, nibbling at the base of my neck.

I focused at the task at hand: unlocking the door, a door I'd opened hundreds of times before. Julian licked my neck distractingly. Desperately, I shoved a key into the lock; of course, it didn't fit. That's my fucking mailbox key, of course it's not going to work. I tried a different key without looking to see which one it was; lo and behold, I found it slipped in easily. Frantically, I turned it, and just about fell into my living room.

"Nice place," Julian remarked as he closed and locked the door behind him.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards my bedroom, kicking my off my socks and shoes as I went. He took notice, and followed suit.

"Thanks. Did you want a drink or something," I offered as we entered the bedroom.

"I'll take something, please."

"Oh, I'll give you something."

I took hold of him by the lapels of his suit jacket and brought him in for a kiss; his hands went to my hips, pressing us together as much as possible. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then took off his tie. He moaned into my mouth when I unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and worked my way down. Since his shirt was tucked into his trousers, I had to pull it out to take apart the last two buttons. I ran my hands over his chest - he was hairy, but not too much; his upper chest was covered in hair, that narrowed as it neared his navel. His torso was flat and firm, but not overly muscular - I briefly looked forward to resting my head on it. 

He moved his hands from my hips to the buttons of my vest beneath the jacket I wore, which I hadn't bothered to button up earlier. He made quick work of the hideous garment, and with relief, I felt him removing my bow tie.

"I hate that damn thing," I murmured. 

He made a mumbled noise in response as he unfastened the buttons of my dress shirt. He tickled my chest with two fingers as the others undid the rest of the buttons, until at last he spread my shirt apart. Though my vest, jacket, and shirt were still on, he explored my chest as if they were nothing. He played with the hair there, toyed with my nipples, and dipped his fingers into my navel. He reached the top of my trousers, but my belt denied his prying fingers entrance.

"Let me take my clothes off, Julian," I begged him; I was getting uncomfortably hot within all the layers of clothing. Not to mention getting hot and bothered in other ways.

"No; I'm going to take them off you. I've been waiting to all night."

"Fine, but at least take off the vest and jacket," I groaned.

He complied quickly, sweeping my hands from his chest, and thankfully urging off the extraneous clothing. He pulled off his own jacket and shirt, but left me with my shirt on. He gracefully sank to his knees before me; he looked up at me with a mischievous smile, his lower lip caught between his teeth for him to worry, and his hands rapidly undoing my belt. In an unseemly quick fashion, he was lowering my zipper, then my pants. I stepped out of them, and was left naked but for my open shirt.

"The no-underwear thing suits you, Chris," he smirked while his fingers reached out to stroke my unconstrained erection. I moaned at the slight touch.

"Don't feel so complimented," I breathed. "I was coerced."

He gave me a too-innocent look. "How were you coerced?"

His fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, lulling from me a low moan.

"Ah...you wouldn't let me wear them after yours were soiled."

"Soiled," he repeated with a chuckle. "Yeah, I guess you could say they were 'soiled'."

He began to stroke me with a firm grasp.

"What would you say they were?"

"I would say they were thoroughly debased by a man I've just met."

"Then maybe you need to develop a better taste in men."

A drop of pre-come had formed at the head of my cock; he licked it off and continued rubbing me as if uninterrupted.

"Perhaps, though I can't imagine finding a better tasting man."

He brought his lips to the tip of my cock once more, and brought me into his mouth. I groaned as he pushed himself further over me, until I could feel the back of his throat. He moaned around me, making delicious vibrations that sent shivers up my back. I watched him as he pulled back, his tongue trailing behind, then twirled it around the head as he reached it. I closed my eyes.

"Mmm, that feels good." I lowered my hands to his muscular shoulders and massaged them while he continued to lusciously suck on my dick. 

He brought his hands to my thighs and kneaded them with his fingers, his head faithfully bobbing over me. His tongue made small circles around me, with his full lips carefully sheathing his teeth. As he pulled away then back again, his saliva left my cock invitingly shiny and wet. He got progressively noisier in his actions, both in his moaning and the sexy slurping sounds he made as he worked over me.

One of his hands smoothed its way from my thigh, to between my legs, and up until he could reach my testicles. With one finger he tentatively stroked me, a small whimper escaping me as he did. Encouraged, he weighed and fondled my sack in his hand. 

He slipped me out of his mouth, and, trailing his tongue along my shaft as he went, brought his lips to the sensitive balls. With his tongue, he willed one into his mouth; he softly sucked while his tongue ran around it. He opened his mouth slightly and let it fall out longingly, before bringing the one beside it inside to fill the abandoned space. His lips enveloped the delicate sac, his tongue gently caressing it with the perfect amount of pressure, and sucking with just enough force. 

Too soon, he tired of this; his lips pulled back with a pop as he released me. With one hand, he cradled my now-wet balls as his tongue ran along the underside of my cock. He grasped my shaft with his other hand when his tongue reached my slit, where more pre-cum had begun to gather and dribble down. He hastily licked it up, and brought his attention to the head of my cock. He swirled his tongue around it and sucked in a way that made me shake. His hands, too, were not laying idle in the midst of this; he played with my balls with one hand, and firmly stroked me with the other.

I held onto his shoulders tighter as a particularly strong wave of pleasure washed over me. I opened my eyes and looked down to see him fully immersed in the task at hand. And, I must say, there are not many things hotter in this world than watching an attractive man work over my cock with as much enthusiasm as Julian. His own eyes were shut closed as he slaved over my dick, seemingly oblivious to my kneading fingers and staring gaze. 

"Ooh, Julian, it feels too fucking good," I groaned. He ignored me, and kept with his established, excruciatingly heavenly rhythm. "Fuck, Julian, you have to stop."

He did so, looking up at me with his hands still in place, and an ever-so-slight look of annoyance.

"I wasn't done yet," he gave me a sexy pout, his hands continuing their meditations upon me.

"Well, I was close to it, whether either of us liked it or not."

He ran his fingers over and around the head of my dick.

"Maybe that's what I was going for," he argued as he brought me back into his mouth. 

I enjoyed his persistence, but was not about the be persuaded to put an untimely end to our night. I pushed him away with a heavy sigh. He regarded me with a raised eyebrow.

"Stop being so damned snarky," I demanded. This outburst made a rueful smile appear on his features, which I found far more acceptable. "Get up here, and let me kiss your stupid smug lips."

"They may be stupid and smug, but you didn't seem to mind when I had your balls between them," he retorted as he rose.

"When did I say I minded them," I asked as I brought the lips in question to mine.

He pressed himself to me holding the opening to my shirt, while my hands went to his belt buckle. I fumbled with it for a moment, before figuring it out and opening it - I unbuckled the button at the top of his trousers, then lowered his zipper. Beneath his trousers he was, of course, also without underwear. I caressed him in the space where his pants were opened, making him moan.

"I don't believe we'll be needing these," I mumbled as I pushed down the waistband of his trousers. He helped me wiggle them off, until they fell softly to our feet. He shoved my shirt over my shoulders, and finally, we were nude before each other. 

Our hands each ran over the other's body, exploring for the first time without the barrier of clothing. With my hips, I guided him to the bed until it hit the back of his legs. I grinded against him, holding him to me from just above his ass. His hands frisked my back with his nails lightly trailing along, and moaned into my mouth as he felt the bed against his legs. He dug his nails into me, and I kissed him harder in response. 

I lowered my hands over his ass and cupped it in my palms; he thrusted his crotch flush against mine with a sigh. I took my lips from his and kissed from the corner of his lips to his jaw, and along his jawline. My thumbs dipped into the valley between his ass cheeks, while I kissed and sucked at the crook of his neck. He turned limp in my arms as I did, his head lolling to the side to allow me wider access. I held his cheeks individually in each hand, my fingers burrowed between to separate them. I gave them a squeeze, which drew out a long moan from Julian in return.

I could feel his hardened length desperately reaching against my groin. His nails sank into my skin with a delightful twinge of pain, making my hold on him even tighter. I bit his neck, licked where I bit, sucked where I licked, kissed where I sucked. 

I pushed him onto the bed, where he fell on his back. He looked up at me with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted, cock pointing straight up; the very picture of lust. I climbed on top of him and lowered myself to bring our lips together. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, my hands holding his face, his twined in my hair. We were callous and coarse in our kiss, a mingling of hissing and groans. He secured my face to his roughly; I let my hands travel from his face to his neck and down his chest.

With one hand, I began to toy with one of his nipples, bringing forth a sigh from him. I rolled the pebbled peak between my fingers, pinching it intermittently. He squirmed against me with a moan. I traced small kisses from his lips to his chin, along his neck, and down his chest. I brushed my lips across his chest, before they came upon his nipple. I enveloped the small point in my mouth and sucked on it. Julian made sweet sounds of pleasure as I did, encouraging me further. My tongue circled around it and over it, teasing and toying with him. With one hand I played with his other nipple in the same way I had the first, and my other hand stroked the side of his body; I ran it over his chest, torso, hips, and following the curve of his ass. I bit his nipple lightly, causing him to tug at my hair and let out a soft cry.

I pulled my mouth away and blew cold air onto the tightening bud. He sharply drew in a breath as I did, then exhaled out languidly with clear content. I licked in a long stroke from one side of his chest to the other, where I was met by his other, waiting nipple. I easily encased it in my mouth, giving it the same treatment I had to its twin. My hands switched places, so it would then allow me to play with his newly abandoned nipple, as well as trail my hand over the other side of his body. He writhed beneath my touch, his back arching upwards against me.

I slipped my hand in the space between the bed and his arched back, gliding it along his smooth skin to his ass. I caressed him, wrapping my hand around his cheek, and squeezing it to my satisfaction. I bent to place a kiss on his bobbing Adam's apple, where his breath had caught.

"I see you don't mind the ass grabbing now, do you," I murmured as I ran my nose along his neck.

"They seem to be most enjoyable in private," he agreed. "Though I do recall a mention of 'ass biting', as you put it."

"Oh, baby," I simpered at him; he gave me a coquettish expression of his own, as if to challenge me. "Alright, I'm going to need you to turn around."

He obliged willingly, flipping over onto his stomach for me with glee. He propped himself up with his elbows, with his head hanging down betweem, and his body splayed out before me. I admired his shapely back that tapered into a gorgeously sculpted ass, and fine, strong legs below it. Above his ass were sexy, dimpled dents. Oh, yes - we need to start there. 

"Fold your legs beneath you," I directed him. 

He did so immediately, and his ass was presented to me like a gift. I scratched down his spine with my nails, following with quick kisses. As I reached the base of his back, my lips went to the small dents at the base of his back. I sucked at the soft flesh, licked it luxuriously, before kissing my way the the other side - I repeated the practice on the second dip, before going back to the middle of his back.

The crack of his ass was just an inch away from my mouth; not wanting to be a complete and utter tease, I licked it with a long, wet stroke. I followed the curve of him with my tongue, not pushing it in any deeper, just happy to run it along the surface. He seemed to be fine with that, as evident by the almost musical groans he let out. I nuzzled against his ass for a moment, before pulling back and kissing a spot on his right cheek. He just about melted into the mattress at that point, so to keep him on his toes - and to greatly add to my satisfaction - I clamped my teeth down over the spot where I'd kissed him. He cried out in surprise, which spurred me to mimic my actions on his left cheek - first a kiss, then a small bite. I repeated the process a handful or more times all over his beautiful rear end, until he was thrashing and moaning inconsolably. 




Not One For Weddings Ch. 02



I moved to kiss him beneath his ear, and stopped there to catch my breath.

"Do you want to," I whispered raggedly.

"You can't imagine how much I want to, Chris."

"Oh, I think I have an idea."

With great effort, I pulled away from him and got off the bed. He raised his head to give me a confused look that I waved off. I went to my bedside table, and after orienting myself through the haze of lust I was in, I managed to retrieve a bottle of lubricant. Armed with that in hand, I hurried back to kneel behind the still-curled-up Julian.

I squirted a healthy amount of the thick gel onto my finger, which I began to work between Julian's ass cheeks. He moaned at the feeling of my intruding digits that tried at his hidden crevice. He indulged me, and gratuitously allowed me access to his hole. I gently pressed a single finger into the center of it; my caution was immediately deemed unnecessary, as my finger was readily accepted. Carefully, I circled it around inside of him, moving it in and out to get him accustomed, before adding in a second finger. He moaned again as he received a second finger inside of him, then a third. With three fingers I pushed them in and out of him, establishing something of a rhythm that he was more than happy to follow. I massaged his prostate with care, making him buck against me at the sensation. He whimpered, softly at first, but the noise grew more guttural and deep with longing the further I continued to fuck him with my fingers. 

"Chris, please!" He finally burst.

Never one to deny a handsome, begging man, I applied more lubricant onto my cock before pressing it to Julian's waiting hole. We sighed in unison, unmoving, but it wasn't long until he was pressed back against me. With a grunt, I entered him bit by bit. He dropped his face into the mattress as I pushed into him. When at last I could feel his ass fully against me, he was filled to the hilt with my cock. We both moaned at this, and I let him get used to the fullness for a moment. 

"Mmm, Chris, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

As it was more of a demand than a request, I did just that. I took it slowly at first, inching my way out of him before slowly moving back in. His impatience was evident, and he started to fuck me in a way. He moved his ass against me the way he wanted, until I was convinced that I wouldn't be causing him any harm by letting myself go. Grabbing him firmly by his hips, I really began to move into him. I thrusted into him without reservations, taking out almost my full length, then plunging all the way back into him. His cries grew louder as I did, but I had no doubt that they were cries of pleasure.

I could feel my balls slap against his ass with each inward dive, and the stinging was a sort of sweet pain. I cried out with him when his ass contracted around my cock, bringing me dangerously close to the edge. With one hand, I took hold of his cock and rapidly stroked him in time to my thrusting. His hips were moving in response, adding further to our combined pleasures. His groans went from low and deep to gradually becoming higher pitched, and more desperate. He quivered beneath me, against me, around me.

"Fuck, Chris! Oh, fuck, I'm going to come," he warned.

"Mmm, go ahead, come for me Julian," I panted.

Screaming out wordlessly, he came forcefully while I continued to both jerk him off, and steadily pump into him. His whimpers as come spewed out of him were my undoing, and joining his shouts of joy, I came hard and deep inside of him. 

"Fucking Christ, Julian," I grunted into his back as I continued to come.

As we both finished orgasming, we crumbled into a puddle of sweat, lube, come, and flesh. We breathed heavily against each other and tried to catch out breath, without much success. With a groan, I pushed myself off him while I gulped down air. I rolled my head to look at him, and found him to be in a similar state of post-coital bliss. His eyes were close, his chest heaving, and he was deaf to the world. After a minute or two, he eyes drifted open and landed on me. We exchanged no words; we simply rewarded each other with matching, goofy grins.

Struggling to unpeel myself from the bed, I lifted myself up by my elbows and reached a searching hand to my bedside table, where I kept a package of wet wipes. Sitting up, I attended to cleaning Julian up; he made no attempt to be useful, and allowed me to take care of him. Once he was clean, I wiped myself down to an acceptably clean state. I threw the disposable cloths in the general direction of the garbage can, and promptly collapsed against Julian - who was apparently given to cuddling, suiting me just fine. I nestled into his arms with ease.

With the combination of the late (or, rather, early) hour, the night of drinking, and our, er, strenuous activities, we promptly drifted off into a relaxed sleep.



Not One For Weddings Ch. 03



The soft morning light streaming in through the window is what finally woke me up. Fluttering my eyes open, I was confronted by an unfamiliar sight - a shirtless chest beneath me, an arm flung over me, a strong leg weighing on top of mine. 

 A smile crept over me as memories of the night before washed over me; the coat closet, dancing at the wedding, making out in the taxi, an embarrassed Julian in the lobby, making out with him again in the elevator...one thing's fore sure, I like making out with this man. I remembered how he teased me as I struggled to unlock my door, me dragging him to my bedroom, the activities that followed. Tearing off each other's clothing; Julian on his knees, on his back; writhing beneath me as I licked, bit, and kissed him; his ass in the air, begging me to fuck him.

 I laid there on Julian's chest contentedly. The rise and fall of it as he breathed was soothing, and I let my mind wander. I tried thinking about work, about my sister's upcoming birthday, about a book I was reading, but none of those topics could distract me for more than a few moments at a time; last night was the only thing that would hold my attention. Succumbing, I allowed myself to further recollect on the night before.

I can't believe I gave a man I'd known for an hour a blowjob. In a closet. At a wedding. And then brought him home and fucked him. I tried in vain to be appalled by my actions; I had a good night, damn it, why should I be ashamed? Because of some arbitrary rules made up by people with sticks up their asses who have to be looking down on someone to feel good about themselves? 

 I craned my neck to look at Julian's sleeping features. How could anyone be ashamed of bringing him home, I wondered. No, I definitely wasn't ashamed of having him in my bed. Or, for that matter, in a coat closet. Yet, I still had a nagging feeling at the back of my head, something that was off about our encounter. Something I should at least be worried about. 

 Something like contracting an S.T.D. 

Crap, crap, crap. Oh, fuck. Could I have...? Julian doesn't seem like he'd... I know I'm clean - or, I was - am I now? Fucking hell!

 As soon as the thought entered my mind, I was wide awake. How could I have given a virtual stranger a blowjob? How could I have forgotten to use a condom? Why had neither of us thought of it at the time? Fuck, I hate going to the clinic. I glanced at my clock - it read 8:46 A.M. 

Coffee...I need coffee.

Carefully, I disentangled myself from Julian. He was still blissfully asleep, easily adapting to the new position I'd put him into. I quietly snuck out of the room, softly closing the door behind me, and went to the kitchen. I hastily put the water and grounds into the machine and started it; in moments, the rich smell of coffee filled the air. While it brewed, I went to the restroom to piss and brush my teeth. I found a pair of sweats discarded on the bathroom floor that didn't seem to smell, so I slipped them on. I emerged to find Julian looking ill-at-ease in the middle of my kitchen, wearing a plaid bathrobe of mine.

 "Hey," I greeted him with a nod. 

 "Good morning," he returned. He pointed behind me and asked, "May I?"

 "Of course." I got out of his way so that he could rush into the restroom and relieve himself. While he did, I got a mug from the cabinet. Does Julian drink coffee, I wondered, then grabbed a second mug to be safe. I poured the dark liquid into my mug and brought it to my lips.

 "You were sleeping when I left," I said to Julian as he came out of the restroom.

 "I smelled coffee," he smiled.

 "Here, let me get you some. I don't take cream in mine, so there's none of that in the fridge, but there's some milk in there and I have some sugar lying around."

 "Black's fine, thanks," he waved me away as I handed him his cup. 

 "How'd you sleep?" I asked, leaning against the counter as I sipped at my drink.

 "I slept well, actually."

 "You sound surprised," I noticed with amusement.

 "I guess I am - I'm not really used to sleeping with someone else. And I mean that in both ways," he waggled his brows at me.

 I raised an eyebrow; that was not what I would have expected from him.

 "I know, I know," he laughed. "But it's true. Not to be cliché, but I really don't usually do the whole one night stand thing."

One night stand. The words stung to hear, but it was to be expected.

 "As it happens, neither do I." I didn't like the insinuation in his offhanded comment. "And, on that matter...we didn't use protection yesterday."

 A blank look crossed his face, before realization hit.

 "Fuck, are you telling me that you gave me something," he questioned angrily.

 "No! But what about you?"

 "I'm clean," he answered with less ferocity in his voice. 

 "Are you sure?"

 "I'm sure," he replied, then reddened. 

 "What? You're not lying, are you?"

 "No, no. I know I'm clean. Actually, I get tested twice a year." His ears turned a darker shade of red, so I pressed him further. He didn't look at me as he spoke."Okay, okay, calm down. It's nothing bad, really. I got tested about six months ago now, and, well, I haven't been with anyone since."

 "Really," I grinned.

 "I wouldn't have admitted it if it weren't true." He kept his eyes on the ground.

 I put my cup down on the counter, and stepped forward to him. I gave him a kiss on the corner of his lips, his stubble poking me as I did.

 "Don't be embarrassed, I only asked for both our sakes. If it's any consolation, I've been going self-service, so to speak, for about the same amount of time as well."

 "Somehow, I don't believe that," he muttered.

 "I don't make a habit of lying, Julian," I told him seriously. I lifted his chin with one finger, so that he was looking at me. "I'm telling you the truth. And, coincidentally, I couldn't care less if you haven't slept with someone in six months, or six weeks, or six days." And since it seems we won't be seeing each other again after this, it's a moot point in any case.

 His expression betrayed nothing, so it was quite unexpected when he closed the space between with his mouth and kissed me. He was tentative, more cautious with this kiss - something new. He didn't immediately shove his tongue into my mouth (not that I would've refused him), and it didn't seem like he was planning to. He rested his hands lightly on my neck, rather than feeling me up like last night. Without thinking about it I kissed him back in kind, my hands going to his waist.

I shouldn't be doing this. This is dangerous - this is just a one night stand, you heard him say so. This is way too tender for a casual fuck. Let go, step back.

And though I knew all of this, knew I was getting too wrapped up in my own head, I made no attempt to step away. I decided I could live in the moment, fantasize the morning away, and let the regrets flood me later that night. In that instance, it was all I could do to not turn into a puddle before Julian. 

 He ran his tongue along my lower lip. I let my mouth open, freely granting him any access he may seek. He sucked one side of my lip gently, then the other, but his tongue went nowhere near mine. I tried hedging him onwards by licking his upper lip, but he was having none of it. He brought his lips fully over mine, his tongue securely within the depths of his own mouth, neither allowing me to enter his mouth nor his mine. He kissed me delicately until we were both out of breath and forced to separate. 

 "Are you hungry? I can make us breakfast," I offered after a minute.

 "I can never say no to breakfast," he pulled back and grinned at me.

 "I'll get right on it, then. Eggs and bacon sound okay?"

 "Perfect. Hey, is it alright if I take a shower? I feel a bit...sticky."

 "By all means," I laughed. He thanked me while walking to the restroom, and closed the door behind him. In another world, I'd invite myself to join him in his shower and leave the food for later; I'd tell him to help himself to my dresser so he wouldn't have to put yesterday's clothes back on; I'd convince him to cancel any plans he might have for the day; but I couldn't. 

God, get a grip on yourself, Chris! You've had one night stands before - why is this so different? I chastised myself on and on - because it was true. I wasn't new to having a stranger in my kitchen, nor even to being the stranger in an unfamiliar kitchen. Hell, most of the time I'm desperate to have the man out of my hair as soon as possible. 

 I pondered this odd change of heart as I idly prepared our breakfast. 

 What was it about Julian? Admittedly, he was one of the best lays I could remember. Not to mention, attractive. But aside from that, even with only one night's worth of experience, he was fun; he was entertaining, witty, and up-front. I hadn't quite been looking for a relationship at that time, but if I had, Julian would have been exactly what I wanted. 

 Just as I was setting our plates on the table, Julian returned from his shower - clean, and again wearing my robe.

 "I could smell the bacon from the shower," he remarked. "It looks good."

 "It's pretty much the most basic kind of meal besides instant ramen, but thanks."

 "So, what do you do," he asked me after we'd sat down and begun eating.

 "Oh, I'm a teacher. I teach first grade."

 "What do you do, teach them how to fingerpaint the letter 'A'?"

 "Pretty much," I laughed. "A few other things, but it's mostly fingerpainting the letter 'A'. What about you?" 

 "I'm a veterinarian."

 "What do you do? Pet dogs all day?"

 "Among other things," he grinned. "Sometimes I get to pet cats, or even turtles."

 "With show-and-tell, I also get to pet various animals. One time, a kid got his mom to bring their pet goat to class."

 "They're allowed to bring pets to school?"

 "Apparently. And in case you didn't know, goat shit smells awful."

 He laughed at this, and we ate the rest of our meal in companionable silence. 

 "That was good, thanks for making it, Chris."

 "You're welcome." I picked up our plates and put them into the dishwasher. Once done, I turned to face him. May as well get this over with. "I guess I'd better go take a shower, too. Thanks for a great night." I plastered a smile on my face. 

 He knit his eyebrows together, as if confused by what I'd said.

 "What," I prompted him when it seemed the words had gotten caught in his throat.

 "Well..." he stalled, looking at the wall behind me. His cheeks grew pink before he continued. "Honestly, I was hoping that we could maybe spend more time together."

 "But - I thought you said this was a one-night stand?"

 He looked at me through his lashes. "Like I said, I don't really do one-night stands."

 I took time to absorb what he'd said, letting his words hang in the air. In the time it took me to gather my thoughts, I noticed Julian begin to fidget. Unbelievably, I was making him nervous - I could not have imagine that happening twenty minutes ago.

 "You know, I think I've put my days of casual hook-ups behind me, too." 

 "Is that so," he grinned at me.

 "It is." I moved nearer to him, pulled his chin towards me, and gave him a brief but significant kiss. "Do you mind waiting here while I take a shower?"

 "Actually, I do."

 With that, he took my face between his grasp and brought it back to his. His lips devoured mine in a second, before I'd even been able to respond. Instinctively, my hands went to his back to press him to me. His hands moved over my cheeks to my hair, where he knotted his fingers. His tongue traced over my lips, before sliding in between them. He invaded my mouth in a way that was simultaneously dominating and caring; he wasn't cautious or hesitant, but his lips were soft against mine. I gratuitously received his tongue in my mouth and returned it with matching enthusiasm. My hands fisted the robe inside of them as I pushed Julian against me even closer. A low moan escaped him at the feel of my hardening length pressed onto him, which only served to further harden it. I felt him growing against me, causing a moan of my own.

 His hands moved down my head to my neck and shoulders; he ran one hand down my bare back, and the other along my side. He reached the waistband of my sweats, and traced his fingers around to my stomach; he played with the hair that was spread across my stomach, and followed the distinct line that lead to the bulge in my pants. His fingertips glided inside the fabric where he continued to trail the line of hair, and stroked the skin there. I groaned at the touch, letting my eyes close as I savored the feeling. His hand travelled further, until it was completely inside my pants; his fingers lightly brushed over my dick, sending a shiver through me. Encouraged by my response to his groping, he wrapped them around me completely.

 I tilted my head backwards, ripping my lips from his in the process. Rather than move his lips away, he let them rub against the scratchiness of my stubble down my chin and neck. He lingered there, sucking and kissing me while he played with my cock. I let out a garbled sigh as he began to pump me with a firm grasp, and I heard him make a small noise that sounded suspiciously amused.

 "Am I entertaining to you," I asked indolently.

 "Very much." He flashed me a grin before dipping his head down to my chest. He dove for a nipple, licking and flicking it, before finally bringing it into his mouth. He sucked on it voraciously, his tongue whirling around it, all the while steadily rubbing his hand up and down over my erection. I moaned as his teeth bit down on the stiff peak while his thumb circled the head of my cock. 

 "Yes, you are greatly entertaining to me, Chris," he mumbled with his mouth against me.

 I'd developed a healthy stream of pre-cum by that point, and it was leaking from my slit, aiding Julian's sliding hand. As he toyed with my tip, he gathered some of the viscous liquid on his fingers; he brought them to his lips, his tongue snaking out to taste what he'd accumulated. He gave me a sly smile and plunged his fingers further into his mouth, sucking harder on them, before releasing them with a wet popping noise.

 "Do I taste good?"

 "Definitely." 

 He laid a hand on my chest just below my collarbone and let it slowly run down the middle, past the elastic band of my sweats, and grabbed my cock enthusiastically. Swiping at my slit, he captured more pre-cum to act as lubricant for his rhythmic squeezing caresses. I stepped out of my pants, allowing him easier access so that he wouldn't have to navigate through the unnecessary layer of clothing. Judging by the beaming smile he gave me, my new-found nakedness seemed to please him.

 Unexpectedly, he fell to his knees before me. With a lascivious smile, he licked his lips and brought me into his mouth. A moan, louder than I'd anticipated, erupted from me as he fully took me inside of him. His nose was buried within my pubes, and I swore I could feel him take a deep breath in. He pulled back leisurely, his tongue following along the underside of my cock, and swirled it around my tip when he reached it. 

 My hands flew to the top of his head and weaved into his thick, black locks. He bobbed himself over me repeatedly, making me impossibly harder - almost to the point of pain. A deliciously sweet ache that made my knees weak and my breath to grow heavy. 

 "Damn, that feels good, Julian," I hissed through clenched teeth.

 He acknowledged my compliment with a moan that reverberated from my cock to my toes. His tongue danced over me, making wet, teasing designs that sent me into a lusty haze. I barely resisted the urge to forcefully pull him over my prick again and again until I exploded - as it was, I knotted my fingers into his hair as tightly as possible. He apparently appreciated this, as evident by his moans that sent vibrations up my spine with a tingle. My breathing became even more labored as he worked over me with renewed energy, one hand fondling my balls to add a heightened level of stimulation that drove me utterly insane.

 "Julian," I muttered through my cries of pleasure. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he looked up at me with questioning eyes, but without ceasing to suck or grope me. "Ah, fuck," I groaned.

 I felt my balls tighten in a tell-tale sign of my imminent eruption. I involuntarily thrusted into Julian's mouth - which he appeared to enjoy. Taking his lack of objection as an allowance, I fucked his face with abandon, loudly exclaiming my delight with ever-diminishing coherence. 

 "Oh, fucking...shit...I, argh, mmm...uhh...," I continued brokenly, until I was just on the very verge of bursting. "Julian - ahh - I'm going to come," I warned him.

 He glanced up at me through his lashes, desire written clearly on his masculine features. As he made no move to back away, I let myself shoot jet after jet of milky white liquid into his throat with a noisy cry. He swallowed each volley eagerly, not letting even a drop leak from the seal his lips had formed around my cock. As the flood of come ebbed, he kept sucking me for all I was worth, milking every last bit of semen from my worn-out dick. 

 When at last any hint of come had been evacuated from my body, Julian rose to his feet and mashed his lips against mine. Still reeling from my powerful orgasm, I didn't think twice about kissing him; when I realized that I could taste myself, I found I was rather more turned on by it than anything else. 

 "Mmm, Julian. That was absolutely amazing," I told him when he pulled away.

 "I owed you one, anyway," he winked at me. 

 "I wish that you would always owe me one like that."

 "That can be arranged," he breathed as he leaned in for another kiss. I reached my own hand down to feel what had to be his throbbing erection, but he pulled away when I did. "Didn't you say something about taking a shower," he reminded me with a pat on my ass as he broke us apart.

 With weak, shaking legs, I made my way to the restroom in something of a disillusioned fog. Turning back, I saw Julian wearing an incredibly smug, self-satisfied expression - and what seemed to be a pole tenting the robe he still wore.





Not One For Weddings Ch. 03



I felt a my legs quiver, desire racing through me as I desperately hurled myself into an orgasm with a short cry that I quickly muffled with my free hand. My come shot out of me with incredible force, somehow managing to land the first spurts on my chest, and the latter ones leaving white trails on the inside of Chris' red robe. I continued to rub my fist over me even as I'd finished coming, working my cock over with my come slipping my hand around.

 With a loud groan, I released my hold on my prick and rested against the wall, letting my breath slow and go back to a normal pace. I heard the click of a door opening, and my eyes tore open to find Chris, naked but for a towel around his waist, giving me a look that was equal parts amusement and confusion.

 "You know, I would've been more than happy to do that for you," he informed me after a moment of silence. I grinned.

 "You had seemed pretty eager to take a shower."

 "Did I now?"

 "Yes - in fact, you were almost about to kick me out because you had to take a shower; I wasn't about to be any more of a distraction."

 He came up closer to me, until he was a hair's breadth away.

 "Well, a distraction you certainly are." 

 He brought a hand to my chin and gently tilted my face to meet his lips. I reached mine out in obvious eagerness, more than a little fond of how naturally we were able to fall into a rhythm. Our lips and tongues danced with each other, probing and prying, teasing and tickling. Our kiss was almost innocent - it wasn't full of unrestrained desire and searching caresses; in fact, his hands stayed at my neck, and mine went to rest just above his hips. If I were asked how long we stood there making out, I'd have only a shrug and crooked smile to offer in response.

 "You don't have anything planned for today," he asked me with a kiss on my jaw after we'd pulled apart. 

 "No."

 "Good."

 I gave him a cautius look. "Good because?"

 "Good because that means I have you all to myself." He laid a chaste kiss on my lips, then took a step back and looked at me. He bit his lip in silent contemplation - of what, I'd no clue. I noticed that when he was considering something, he tilted his head slightly to the right.

 "You okay there, Chris," I prompted him.

 "Julian?"

 "Yes?"

 "Will you go on a date with me?"

 I gave him a wide smile. "Nobody's asked me out like that since highschool."

 His ears grew a light shade of pink, but he smiled back at me. "Would you rather I asked you if you wanted to 'get a bite to eat' or 'head out for coffee sometime'?"

 "Yes and no."

 His expression went blank. "I have no idea what you mean by that."

 "I mean yes, I will go out with you, and no, I don't wish you'd asked me out in another way. Is that more clear?"

 "Yes, it is. Thank you."

 "I thought teachers were supposed to be smart," I teased him. Luckily, he laughed.

 "Patient will do. As long as all 25 kids are there at the end of the day, you're fine."

 "It's nice to know the nation's youth are being watched over with such vigilance."

 He rolled his eyes at me. "Oh, whatever. The nation's youth can barely count to one hundred. And, they happen to love me."

 "Really?"

 "Yup. My desk is covered in 'world's best teacher' art. So anyway," he shifted topics, "what are your thoughts on the zoo?"

 "The zoo?" 

 "Yeah, the zoo."

 "No wonder the kids think you're a great teacher," I muttered.

 He chuckled. "It'll be fun, I promise. And if it isn't, I can make it up to you...in other ways. Maybe tonight. What do you say?"

 "It's always worth trying out if sex is on the table," I acquiesced.

 "Great - you can have free reign over my clothes. Unless you're planning on staying in that bathrobe all day, of course."

 "I can't say I'd mind it all too much if I did."

 He boldly reached his hand into the bathrobe and took hold of my cock. He gave me a salacious smile.

 "It definitely has its benefits."

 "On second thought," I swatted his hand away, "proper clothing may be preferable."

 He relinquished my member with a smirk. "As you wish." 



Not One For Weddings Ch. 04



I had to admit it - Chris was right. The zoo had been fun. 

I hadn't been to one since I was in elementary school, and definitely didn't remember having half as much fun then as I had with Chris; then again, as a six-year-old, I was probably too busy eating dirt or something. 

The time passed by easily with Chris. He knew his way around the park, and freely held my hand as he lead me around. It was a slow day there - we were one of the only people visiting that day. A couple of the trainers even brought us aside and let us pet a few of the animals. We ate hamburgers and ice cream for lunch, and sat outside for a couple hours just talking on a bench. We talked about our favorite music, movies, books (he had an eclectic taste in each area); he told me about growing up there in Seattle, and I told him about the small city I'd been born in. It was almost six before we finally left.

"I actually enjoyed myself," I remarked as we walked out the gates of the zoo.

"You've said that once before today," he reminded me.

I scanned my memory, and laughed when I realized he was right. 

"I have; maybe it's because you keep surprising me."

"I'd like to continue doing that, if you don't mind," he gave me a shy look.

"Not in the least."

"Good." We arrived at his car - a silly little silver car - and he walked to the passenger side door, opening it for me. I gave him a beaming smile.

"Nobody has ever - ever - done that for me." I climbed into the seat, and he closed the door softly shut behind me. I watched him as he walked around the car to the driver's door - he looked a bit too nonchalant: he was trying to look confident. He knew that I was watching him, and wanted me to think he was totally unperturbed, smooth as fucking silk.

I let him.

"Where's Little Ferry at," he asked as he started the engine, referring to the place I professed to be from.

"New Jersey," I smirked. At least I escaped the accent.

"Really, East coast?"

"Yup." All the way on the other side of the country.

"And what ended up bringing you to rainy old Seattle?"

"Ah...I wanted something new after I graduated. Forty miles away from home wasn't enough. I got a job offer from a veterinary clinic here, and hopped onto the first flight I could."

He furrowed his eyebrows, as if he didn't understand what I was saying.

"You didn't like living in New Jersey, then?"

"Not really, no. I mean, I didn't like my situation there." He remained silent, prompting me to continue. "My parents are...difficult. I got a job as a teenager and saved every penny until I was eighteen and could move out. I was a good student in highschool, and was offered a full scholarship at Rutgers University - honestly, it probably didn't hurt that I knew a couple of the people on the admissions board. I worked my ass off and got good grades, graduated top of my class. I got a few job offers in-state, but I'd applied everywhere. I weighed my options, and decided the West coast was the best choice for me - and it was. I like it here."

"Why Seattle? I'm sure you could've gotten a job somewhere drier and sunnier."

"Yeah, I could've. But I rather like the drizzly weather. It's...comforting. Does that sound weird to you?"

"No, no. Exactly how I feel, actually. When I tell that to people, that the weather's comforting, they give me a confused look and shrug."

I smiled at him. "I guess it's a good thing we found each other."

As soon as I said the words, I couldn't believe they'd escaped my mouth. I hadn't meant to presume so much, and truly didn't realize the extent of my attraction (could it really be mere attraction?) towards Chris. It just slipped out, unrestrained.

"I guess it is," he agreed in a soft voice, interrupting my inner panic. A pause passed, before he added in a cheerier tone. "Do you have any strong opinions towards Sushi?"

"I love it."

He pulled into a parking lot alongside a small building. "Then it looks like we've found a place for dinner."

We got climbed out of the car, and walked into the restaurant - it was even smaller from than inside than it had looked from the outside. A mirror ran the length of the far wall in an attempt to make the space look larger than it was. Little white Christmas lights were strung around the room with fake green leaves that matched the fake tree by the entranceway, and subdued lamps hung over each of the six rickety tables (four of which were occupied) that looked like a gentle breeze would blow them apart. It smelled faintly of the ocean (not surprising, considering the small fish tank that stood beside the kitchen doorway), and soft music in a language unfamiliar to me played faintly in the background.

I liked it immediately.

Chris lead me to a table near the back of the restaurant - so, maybe ten feet away - and we sat across from each other. There were menus sitting atop the table already, as well as napkins and chopsticks. I eyed them warily.

"What's wrong?"

"Chopsticks...I'm not very competent with them. They're basically spears in my hands."

He laughed musically. "We can always ask for forks. Or, I could teach you how to use chopsticks like a grown man."

I gave him a doubtful look. "You can try. But don't get your hopes up."

"Come on, you can preform delicate surgery on sedated animals, but can't manage to eat with two sticks?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, not all of us can be perfect."

"Too bad, it'd make my life easier," he grinned.

"Hi, Chris! I haven't seen you in a while," a petite waitress exclaimed.

"Hey, Akira," he returned. "I haven't had a chance to stop by lately - work, you know? How's your dad been?"

"He's okay. In the back, as always."

"Has he ever had a day off?"

"No. At least, not in the last 25 years."

"Poor man. Hey, this," he gestured towards me, "is Julian. Julian, Akira."

"Julian. Nice to meet you," she extended her hand.

"Likewise," I answered, returning the handshake.

"What can I get you guys to drink?"

I looked at Chris for guidance. "I'll have a Coke," he ordered. I nodded my head, and he changed the order to add a Coke for me as well.

"I'll be right back with those." She left to get our drinks.

"She seems sweet."

"Akira? She is; she takes after her father. Though you'd never know it from the surly front he puts on at first. What are you going to get?"

"Hmm..." I examined the menu, and was at a loss. I'd eaten sushi before, but still wasn't quite clear on what was what. "You know what's good?"

"I've had just about everything on the menu at one point or other."

I put my menu down. "Order for me. Whatever you think is good. Or whatever you're having."

"Okay," he easily accepted. "Is there anything you don't like or are allergic to?"

"I don't have any allergies, as far as I know. And I'll try anything twice."

"Twice?"

"Twice. Second chances and all."

"Good to know," he leered at me, making sure I was aware of his double meaning.

Akira returned and handed us our drinks with a smile. I sipped at my soda while Chris ordered what sounded like enough food to feed a small army. When he finally finished, he found me regarding him with an amused expression.

"You know, you're giving me the same look you did at the wedding."

"Am I now?"

"Yes. You're laughing at me in your head."

I laughed aloud. "There, better?"

"Somewhat. Now, what was the cause of the look?"

"You. More specifically, your extravagant ordering."

"I know it sounds like a lot, but it's just sort of a taste of everything. That way you can decide what you do and don't like."

I wasn't sure I was convinced, but I didn't argue it - after all, leftovers are always great.

"Do you have any siblings," I asked him,

"Yes, I have a younger sister. Her name's Diem, but I call her Drew. She'll be twenty-three in a couple weeks."

"Her name's Diem but you call her Drew? Why?"

"It's a sort of joke. I don't know how much you remember from high school, but in mine I remember doing a section in English class about the Carpe Diem poets - one of them being named Andrew Marvell. I started to call her Andrew after school one day to piss her off, and it stuck."

"Oh, so you're on of those older brothers," I teased him.

"Damn right I am. What about you? Are you an only child?"

I snorted. "Not by a long shot. I'm the youngest of seven - all girls."

"Brutal."

"You're telling me!"

"Do you know why your parents decided on having so many kids?"

"They're Roman Catholic," I shrugged. And I do not want to go there right now. I changed the subject back to him. "What's your family like?"

He smiled. "They're great, really. My dad's a highschool photography teacher, my mom's a librarian, and my sister's a pain in the ass. She's also a cake decorator."

"You love them," I stated the obvious.

"What's not to love? They've put up with me for the past twenty-six years - can't beat that. We get along pretty well. My parents never shoved their beliefs onto me, and always accepted me for who I am."

"Are they religious?"

"My parents go so far as to celebrate Christmas and all that, but I can't remember them ever talking about religion to me. They took me to Church a couple times when I was really young because I wanted to see the pretty building with the bells. Of course, I got bored immediately, and that was that. They're really easy-going; I genuinely like them, as people, not just as my parents." He chuckled, mostly to himself. "Of course, that's not to say they've ever hesitated to put me in my place when needed."

"They sound great."

"They're the best."

Akira returned then - with an ungodly amount of food. I shot Chris a look, which he returned with a carefree grin. After some maneuvering and giggling from Akira's end, we managed to fit all the food onto the tiny table. Another table flagged Akira, and she left us to deal with the mountain of food.

"This is not just a little bit of food," I stated.

"No, I guess not. Oh, well. I guess we'll be forced to eat it all. Tempura shrimp?" He offered me a fried morsel of seafood at the end of his perfectly-held chopsticks. I retrieved it with my fingers. "Oh, no you don't. Here, let me show you."

I carefully picked up my chopsticks as he directed, not trusting that I'd be able to do anything more than make a mess with them. After a few minutes under Chris's patient direction, I had was actually able to use the things with some degree of skill (rather than stabbing at the food, as was my usual M.O). With so much food before us, our conversation quickly dwindled to choosing what to try first (futo maki roll), comments about how everything tasted (delicious), and my naively trying wasabi by itself (horrendous and unlikely to happen again). Akira checked on us a couple times - once just to laugh at me after I'd eaten the wasabi - and brought us the check after watching us try in vain to finish the last of the meal, which was still considerably more than enough for a meal in its own right. She packed the food away in little styrofoam containers while Chris and I fought over the check. 

"Julian, I brought you here, let me pay."

"No. You paid for the zoo admission, you paid for lunch, you drove, and you made me breakfast this morning. I'm paying."

With an adorable twist of his lips, he relented and allowed me to pay the bill. I left Akira with a 20% tip, but I was pretty sure I still saw Chris leave a few bills on the table when I turned my back. We thanked her as she handed us our food in bags - two! - and wished us a good night. 

"Thanks again, Chris. It was really good. This entire day's been really good."

"You're more than welcome, Julian." He started the engine, but didn't shift to drive. "It's still early...Do you want to head back to my apartment for a while?"

"Yes," I answered quickly. Maybe too quickly, but I wasn't going to play games - I wanted to be with him, and wasn't about to pretend otherwise. With a smile, he guided the car onto the road and in the direction of his home.

"Tell me more about your family," I requested.

"My dad's from a tiny town in Utah called Panguitch. It's really small; if you close your eyes for three seconds while driving through, you'd miss it. We went there a few times over the summers. His parents, my grandparents, still live there. They had three kids, including my dad, but they all moved away as soon as they graduated high school - the place was too small to provide enough entertainment for a bunch of teenagers. My dad went to W.S.U here, and that's where he met my mom, who was born and raised here. They were - well, are - both sort of free spirits, and were bound to end up together. I doubt anyone else would've been able to put up with either of them half as well. They got married three years after they graduated, and had me three years into their marriage. Drew came three years later."

"What's with all the threes?"

"They met in '79 on March 3rd, and ever since then 3s have been their thing. It's kinda weird, but so are they." He let out a chuckle. "It's funny, every third of the month - every month - they make it into a sort of holiday. They bake a 'Three Day' cake, and will usually go out to eat. When I was younger I'd ask my friends what they did for Three Day, and none of them knew what I meant."

I nodded my head, smiling. Imagining his parents, so different from my own, was immensely fascinating. They sounded odd, yes, but that was much more endearing than it was off-putting. Like a cup of tea come to life. Herbal tea and incense and old books.

"What about your parents," he snapped me out of my reverie.

"What about them?"

"Anything. What are their names? Where are they from? What do they do?"

"My mother's name is Antonia, and my father's is Domenico. They're both Italian, from Sicily, and grew up in the same little village together. They moved to New Jersey when my mother was pregnant with my second eldest sister, Catherina. My father owns a landscaping company. My mother doesn't work, but she volunteers at their church with a bunch of other Italian women."

"What are they like?"

"They're very...old-fashioned. They have all the traditional, old-world beliefs; the whole men-provide-for-the-family, women-stay-home-and-child-rear mentality. They got married at seventeen and had my first two sisters almost at once. So my mother would've been just 20 when they came over, and my father nearly 21. They chose Jersey because we already had some family there, so that made it easier for them. They found a neighborhood near a Roman Catholic church with a lot of people from the 'motherland', as they might say."

"You don't like talking about them," he observed.

"No, not particularly. Am I that easy to see through?"

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "In this case, yes. You've spoken of them two times now, but haven't really said anything about them."

"That sounds about accurate," I granted.

We sat in silence for a couple minutes. It was obvious Chris was waiting for me to volunteer more information, but I'd arrived at my daily limit for sharing. I knew he was just trying to get to know me, and it was unfair of me after all he'd shared, but I wasn't comfortable enough yet. 

"Sorry, Julian," he whispered. Even though he'd spoken just louder than a breath, it still made me jump. "I didn't mean to pry."

"Don't be sorry; you didn't do anything wrong. It's just me."

We arrived at his apartment, and got out of the car without speaking. Chris stopped me at a pillar in the front of the building.

"Really, Julian. I wasn't trying to be insensitive."

He brought me in for a kiss, brushing his lips against mine for an endless moment. He pulled away too soon, and I rewarded him with a smile. He easily took hold of my hand and lead me into the building. Unlike the night before, there was nobody in the front lobby or the elevator.

"Looks like we're not running into my neighbors tonight," Chris echoed my thoughts as the doors of the elevator closed shut.

"I guess not."

The ride up was quick, and we mutely walked to Chris's door. While he picked out his keys, I kissed his neck. He stood still, and I took it as an opportunity to continue kissing him, making a trail from his collar to just beneath his ear. Beneath my lips I felt his stubble, and was glad he hadn't bothered to shave it. I licked his ear lobe before bringing it between my lips and sucking on it.

The door clicked as Chris unlocked it, quietly falling open. 

"We should probably go inside," I breathed into his ear.

"You have objections to the hallway?"

"The hallway doesn't have a fridge to put the food into."

"Fair enough," he conceded. 

He put the leftovers away, while I wandered to inspect a bookshelf that stood against a wall. It had quite a few murder mystery novels, John Grisham and the like, as well as Stephen King and a handful Greek mythology texts. A glass of wine appeared to interrupt my view.

"Thanks," I said, bringing the glass to my lips; the wine was deep and fruity.

"Do you like it?"

"I do." I tapped a book whose cover showed a woman with snakes for hair. "Medusa?"

"That's her. The Greeks made great stories for the kids at school."

"Didn't Zeus fuck a goose or something in one of the stories?"

"Not exactly; it was a swan. And, Zeus was the swan."

I snorted. "Great. I bet that one's a real crowd-pleaser at school."

"I tend to keep our story-time-stories quite a bit more G-rated. But you know what's even weirder than inter-species copulation?" He pulled out a different book and opened it to a page with what appeared to be a young boy wearing a headband. "This is Himerus, he's one of the Erotes - they're Love-Gods. See how young he looks? Now, guess what he's the God of."

"I don't know - innocence?"

"Sexual desire." He pointed to a paragraph beside the picture, confirming his statement.

A sharp laugh burst out of me. "That's disgustingly hilarious."

"I know. The Greeks were weird. Then again, no weirder than any other religion."

He put the book back on the shelf and guided me to the couch, where we sat down. 

"Did you feel like talking," I finally asked him.

"Not right at this moment, no."

I set my glass down and scooted myself forward until our knees were touching. I put a hand on his thigh and squeezed it lightly.

"I don't want to talk either."

I took the glass of wine from his hand and placed it beside mine on the coffee table. I brought his face closer to mine, and captured his lips with my own. He returned the kiss eagerly, opening his mouth to mine, his hands going to my hair. My hands slid up and around his torso, his back, his neck. His fingers twined themselves into my hair, pulling it softly, causing me to sigh and my lips to press more firmly upon his.

I shifted our position on the couch so that Chris was lying beneath me while I straddled his lap. I undid the buttons of his black and white plaid shirt as I kissed him, smoothing my hands over his chest once I'd finished. I played with his chest hair, and deftly pinched his nipples. He released a low moan and yanked my face harder against his, though I hadn't moved away. I continued to run my hands over his body as his lips insisted upon mine. He twitched beneath me as I knotted my fingers again and again in his chest hair, pulling at it when the urge struck me.

His fingers moved from my hair, down my back, to the hem of the shirt I wore. He pulled it up, but struggled to take it off as I refused to pull our lips away from each other.

"Let me take your shirt off, Julian," he mumbled against me.

"No. And it's your shirt, not mine."

"Let me undress you," he revised his complaint with a groan.

With a smile, I removed myself from him enough so that he was able to tear off the offensive piece of clothing. He flung it over the back of the couch, and his hands roamed over my newly-bared chest with renewed vigor. His nails traced over my back to make me moan, then made me squirm as they tickled over my sides. Enjoying my reaction, he lingered there; the tips of his fingers stroked the sensitive skin, much to my dismay. I twisted at his pestering touch.




Not One For Weddings Ch. 04



"Are you ticklish," he snickered as I tried to dodge him.

"No," I stubbornly lied. Taking that as a challenge, Chris attacked me mercilessly with his fingers digging into my sides. I closed my eyes and pursed my lips for as long as I could manage, before finally, a small laugh slipped out. That initial almost-non-existent laugh opened a dam that couldn't be shut back up, a cascade of laughter bursting from me. He tickled me relentlessly when he saw me gasping for air, obviously satisfied at being my undoing. It was evident he had no intentions of halting his onslaught.

I resorted to begging. "Chris, please!"

"What?"

"Stop...fucking...tickling me," I managed.

"Beg me, Julian," he dared me with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Please! Please, Chris, please!" 

"I'm not convinced," he sang devilishly.

I could barely breathe, but I tried again. "Please, please, please stop! Chris, I'm begging you! Please let me go! Stop tickling me..." I whined.

Miraculously, he actually stopped. He lied back against the couch and watched me try to stop laughing and catch my breath. I smacked his chest when he laughed at me.

"Asshole," I panted.

He grabbed me by the belt loops of the jeans I wore, suddenly pulling me close. His lips went to beneath my ear with a kiss.

"I like hearing you beg me," he whispered.

"So I've noticed. Maybe we can experiment with that later."

"That could be fun. But for now..." he trailed off as he began to kiss along my jawline until he could recapture my lips. 

His fingers made their way to the front of the jeans to take the button out of its hole and pull down the zipper. With impatient anticipation, he shoved the denim down over my hips to about mid-thigh - as I was still kneeling over him, it would have been impossible for him to take them off. With effort, I squirmed my way out of them one leg at a time, kicking them off with a grunt. I then was left wearing only a pair of Chris's white boxer shorts. 

"You're wearing too much clothing," I complained.

"So are you," he fingered the band of the underwear.

"Mm, but I do believe you're slightly more overdressed than I am."

"Do something about it, then."

With twinkling eyes I ran my hands down his chest, circled them over his hips and crotch, and brought them to the top button of his jeans. I took my sweet time in undoing his jeans, and relished in dragging down his zipper. I placed my hand over his still-clad erection and held it firmly. He groaned in response and tilted his head back.

"Take them off, Julian."

I went to kiss down his throat. "I have a confession to make, Chris: I like to hear you beg, too."

He moaned at my words, his Adam's apple bobbing. I tightened my hand around him once more before moving it to the waistband of his underwear. I slipped in my fingertips cautiously, moving them back and forth over his skin there. I sucked at his neck as I brought them around his hips to beneath his ass. I pushed my hand fully into his boxer briefs and tightly gripped his cheek.

"Julian," he whined. I made a questioning noise and nibbled at his clavicle. "I'm going to tear through my pants if you don't take them off."

"If you did I'd be fucking ecstatic."

He groaned in both frustration and pleasure. "Please."

I smiled at his surrender. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." I tugged down his jeans and underwear together over his ass, but since I was still atop him, I wouldn't have been able to take them all the way off without moving. I scooted backwards as I drew them down, my fingernails trailing along his legs. He wasn't willing to wait out my languid pace, and hastily used his feet to shove them off.

"You interrupted me," I pouted.

"If I hadn't, you'd still be taking off my pants on Tuesday; I don't have your patience."

I was tempted to argue him, but he was naked and his cock was standing straight up, begging for my attention; I was only too happy to satisfy. I brought myself back up to his lap, my knees on either side of him, and enthusiastically grabbed his pole. He sighed loudly, his hips involuntarily jerking up when I did. Clear liquid was leaking from the tip of his dick, and I gratefully used it as lubricant to stroke him. He held onto my thighs tightly, his manly hands digging into me and caused a small sting of pain that served to turn me on further. I began to grind against him, the combined friction of the movement and underwear I had yet to take off feeling incredibly stimulating to my throbbing erection. 

"Take off your underwear," Chris moaned.

"I'd have to let you go if I did," I squeezed his cock to emphasize my point.

He moaned. "I don't care, I want to touch you, too."

I licked my lips at his promise and did as I was bid. He was just as eager to take hold of me as I was of him, and we were immediately at each other. Together we panted and whimpered, caressing and rubbing one another with increasing ferocity. I took my free hand to cradle Chris's balls, carefully massaging and fondling them while he cried out with pleasure.

"Mmm...Damn, Julian, I'm so close," he groaned.

"Good, so am I," I grunted in agreement.

His moans of excitement grew louder and louder until he screamed out his orgasm, coming violently between us. The white ropes of come shot out of him forcefully, landing all over our chests and stomachs. I pushed him down onto the couch as he came, grinding harder into him and moaning into his neck. Just as the last jet of come poured out of him, I climaxed loudly onto him. Our come mixed together on our torsos, and we held onto each other as we came down from our sex-fuelled high.

"We made a mess on your couch," I mumbled.

"I think I caught most of the blow," he gestured to the sliminess between us; as he was beneath me, he indeed had suffered the most damage. I scooped up some of the stickiness with my fingers and idly played with it. I smoothed some over his chest hair, matting it down and twirling it around a finger a few times. Chris messed with my hair.

"We should clean ourselves up," I lazily offered some time later.

"Yeah." Neither of us moved, and Chris looked up at me with a relaxed grin. "I don't want to get up."

"I don't either."

He bit his lower lip and turned his head to the side, looking concerned for a moment. 

"What's up," I asked.

He made a face, then focused back on me. 

"Stay the night with me," he pleaded.

I smiled. "I stayed last night, didn't I?"

"Did you? Or weren't you just drunk and tired after the wedding?"

"Chris, I want to stay with you tonight."

"You didn't answer my question."

I sighed. "It was both. Yes, I was drunk and tired; but so were you. However, that didn't seriously impair my ability to make decisions. If I hadn't wanted to stay with you, I would have taken a cab home. Just like now. I do like you, and I wouldn't have spent the entire day with you if I didn't."

"I like you, too," he admitted quietly.

"I'd certainly hope so. I'm pretty damn great, if you haven't noticed."

I was rewarded with a shy smile. "Yes, I've noticed."

"Then it's settled; I'm spending the night, and you're lending me another pair of underwear."

This time, his shy smile was replaced with a leer. "You won't be needing underwear for what I have planned."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"Showering."

*****

Julian and I were lying in my bed, my head on his chest, his arm wrapped around me. We hadn't bothered to put on clothes after we'd showered, and so we were naked beneath the blanket that covered us. It was strangely more peaceful than erotic, the two of us silently relaxing, even in a bed.

"We can do something tomorrow," I offered hopefully. One date doesn't mean it's suddenly expected for us to spend every day together. Though deep inside, I wished it could be - with Julian, at least. He was quick to dispel my worries.

"Okay. What do you want to do?"

"I have no clue. Any ideas?"

"None." He grinned at me. "But what we've been doing so far seems to be working."

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," I agreed. "You don't work weekends, then?"

"Nope, I'm your regular Monday-through-Friday animal doctor."

"Yesterday was Friday," I reminded him. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Fine, Monday-through-Friday...excluding emergencies, holidays, and special events."

"Special events, like weddings?"

"Exactly," he played along. "So Mr. Teacher here, I suppose, is constantly getting days off?"

"That's Mr. Haze, to you," I used my most obnoxious teacher-voice. "But no, I wish. First grade would seem absurdly easy, but teaching it actually requires more than printing off a few dozen coloring sheets. Lesson plans, grading, the bureaucratic bullshit that is the public school system."

"Do you like it?"

"The bureaucratic bullshit? No. I do love teaching, though. Kids are fascinating and fun. Their parents cause more trouble for me than they ever could."

"Really? You mean a bunch of scrape-kneed booger-eaters are easier to deal with than the adults who've raised them?"

"Have you ever met other people?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I'll give you that. In my line of work, the pet-owners are infinitely more frustrating than the animals. I can see it being similar in other situations."

"I have this kid right now who needs speech therapy - he has a stutter, poor kid, he can barely get a coherent sentence through - but when I tell his parent, they take it as an insult. They act as if I'm saying there's something wrong with their son, when I only want to help him be able to communicate without so much difficulty."

"Okay, I see what you mean. That sounds infuriating."

"Definitely." We were silent for a few minutes, before I tried to bring forth a cheerier subject. "How do you like being a vet? Working with animals and all."

He shifted. "I have to deal with my fair share of aggravating pet owners. A lot of abused animals, or animals with injuries and illnesses that are so easily preventable if the owners did just the tiniest bit of research. I've probably had to put down just as many animals as I've been able to save. It's definitely not for everyone."

He was staring at the ceiling with an indecipherable look; I stared at him. This man had been through some shit, I knew that much from what he'd told me so far. I gave him a peck on his chin, bringing his attention back to me.

"Do you like it, though?"

"I do; how could I not? There's no better feeling in the world than bringing an animal back from the edge of death. Watching them recover, and their owners are always overwhelmingly thankful. And let me tell you, my patients are always glad to see me. I bet you can't say as much for every one of your students."

"I won't dispute that."

Perhaps I was assuming too much comfort in our budding relationship, but I took the chance to lean up and kiss Julian's lips. He returned the kiss without hesitation, our lips naturally melding together with patient affection. We kissed un-urged, smoothly and slowly. I had one hand resting on his cheek, and he had a hand on my neck. We felt no need to add a sexual element to our kiss as we explored this new and tender side of making out. All the same, I could feel my nerves standing on edge and my heart thump in my chest. When we pulled apart, we were both breathless and even slightly awed.

"Wow," he whispered.

"Wow, indeed," I whispered back. We spoke softly, as if a normal volume of speaking would break the odd spell that had been cast over us.

"Let's go to sleep," he suggested.

"Okay." 

I reached up to give him a peck on the corner of his lips, but he brought me in for a brief, firmly-placed kissed. We exchanged 'Goodnights' and returned to our position where I was using he chest as a pillow and his arm was around me, holding me to him. The rise and fall of his chest created the perfect serene atmosphere to lull me into an easy sleep.

*****

I opened my eyes to find that the good weather from the day before hadn't lasted. The sky had returned to its normal state of being - overcast and drizzly. 

The weather wasn't what surprised me.

I was alone in my bed, when I could distinctly recall it not being so just a few hours ago. 

I looked at my alarm clock, turned off for the weekend, and saw that it was almost 11. I got out of bed, threw on a pair of sweats, and went to use the restroom. After all, I couldn't fret over a missing Julian with a full bladder.

As I came out of my bedroom, Julian was coming out of the restroom - like yesterday, he was wearing my red plaid bathrobe.

"Good morning," he greeted me with a smile.

"Hey," I breathed. "I thought you'd left."

He gave me a puzzled look. "You worry too much, Chris."

"You may have a point, there. But I have to pee and my mouth tastes awful."

He chuckled and stepped aside, allowing me entrance to the restroom. I quickly finished what I needed to do, eager as I was to be with Julian. A small voice in my head scoffed at me for being so pathetic, but I shrugged it off and rinsed my mouth.

"I see you've taken a liking to my robe," I teased him as I came out.

He grinned. "It's a pretty nice robe. And it smells like Old Spice."

"I'm a purist, I guess."

"I like it."

I stepped towards him, and taking a risk, put my hands around his waist to pull him closer to me. He returned the gesture in kind. Encouraged by his acceptance, I gave him a soft, unassuming kiss... Okay, maybe a bit assuming.

"You taste minty," I accused him when we pulled apart.

"You have minty toothpaste," he returned, the corner of his lips twitching up.

I guided us to the couch and we sat down. "What do you feel like doing today."

He looked out the window. "It's raining."

"Yes. We do live in Seattle."

"Really? It's a good thing you're here to teach me these things, Mr. Haze," he used an over-the-top innocent voice.

"Your smart-assery isn't getting us anywhere."

"Okay, okay. But I have no ideas here, so I'm still not being helpful."

"We have leftovers; why don't we think about it over breakfast?"

"Now that sounds like a plan."

I took the food out of the fridge - as I opened the styrofoam containers, I noticed I was taking out more food than I'd ordered. There were full portions of the food we'd eaten at the restaurant, and even a few extras, like noodles and fried rice. At the bottom of the bag was a small note in Akira's recognizable, sharp script: He's cute, Chris - way to go! My dad wanted me to give you more food for the two of you to share, so don't you dare try to get me in trouble like last time (which, by the way, didn't work). I hope you stop by soon, and that the two of you work out!

I had to smile as I read the note. I didn't like accepting gifts when I was fully able to pay for myself, but I knew that was just their way of expressing kindness. I heated up the food that needed to be warm, and set everything down for us to eat.

"We didn't have noodles last night," Julian said as the smell of the food wafted throughout the room.

"I know. Akira gave us extra food."

"That was nice of her."

We sat down at the table and began to eat. 

"Akira thinks you're cute," I told him with a grin.

He looked at me with a mouth full of rice. "Cute?"

"Her words, not mine."

He made a dissatisfied noise. "Do you think I'm cute?"

It was too easy. "I think you're adorable."

"That's worse than cute!" he sputtered.

"I know," I bursted out laughing. 

He twisted his lips into a scowl, but his eyes were sparkling. I was still giggling, but I put my hand over his as a sign of comfort (or just as an excuse to touch him).

"Jule, I think you're handsome and hot, but no, I don't think you're cute."

His head cocked to the side, and at first I was unsure of why. When I realized I'd referred to him by a diminutive of his name, I determined quelled the panic that rose from my throat and pretended I hadn't noticed. Which, to be fair, I hadn't until he looked all confused. He said nothing in response to my gaffe, and we moved past it.

"Any ideas yet," he asked after a few minutes.

"Umm...We could watch a movie; they're doing a showing of the last two Harry Potter movies at the Imax."

He bit his lower lip, and I was sure he was about the shoot the idea down. "I've never watched Harry Potter," he said instead.

"What, really? None of them?"

"Nope."

"Not even the books?"

"Not even the books."

Oh, this will not do. "I have the box set..." I trailed off, worried that my offer would be sharply shut down.

"There are what, eight movies?"

"Yeah...they're pretty long, too. Maybe not, or some other time or something..."

He looked out the window at the rainy day the would await us. Then he turned back to me with a smile. "It sounds good. Let's do it."

"You sure? We don't have to, I'm sure we could find something more exciting to do."

"Chris, it's cold and wet outside - I don't want want to be out in that. And..." he blushed slightly and gave me a bashful look. "I'm sort of looking forward to cuddling with you beneath a blanket."

I smiled wistfully at the picture he painted. "Okay. But be warned, we'll probably only get through the first three, maybe four."

"I have all day." 

We finished eating, and Julian helped me put the food away. He raised an eyebrow at me when he opened my fridge to find it mostly empty, but said nothing. I pursed my lips and stacked the dishes we'd used into the dishwasher.

"Thank you for breakfast, Chris - again."

"Don't thank me; God, I didn't even cook this time. I just spooned food onto plates."

He came up to me and pulled me to him, his hands gripping me from just above my ass. He drew me in for a kiss that I was all too willing to participate in. I licked his lips lasciviously before probing them with my tongue. His mouth fell open for me and our mouths moved together in a sensual dance that made my head spin. When we pulled apart, my breathing was embarassingly uneven but I was satisfied to see he was in a similar state.

"You get comfortable, I'll put the movie on." 

I quickly put the first movie in, and Julian sat down on the couch. However, he didn't look very comfortable, as I'd suggested.

"Julian, you look like a statue sitting like that."

He looked at himself and shrugged his shoulders. "You wouldn't happen to have a thing for statues, would you?"

"I certainly have a thing for you. But why don't I get us a blanket, and maybe break you of your rigid posture - statues don't make for good cuddlers, as far as I know."

"Get over here and we can put that to a test."

I went over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"No, you promised me cuddling beneath a blanket."

"Normally I'd be more inclined to argue with you, but I can't find a fault in your plan, which really, was mine to begin with."

I let the previews play while I ran to get us a blanket, and then while we got ourselves situated into a comfortable position on the couch. I was resting against the arm of the couch, and Julian was lying between my legs, his head resting on my chest. He pulled the blanket over us, and the supposedly laid-back moment was surprisingly intimate. Since his head was so conviniently placed before me, I ran my fingers through his wavy black hair. 

"Chris, you should press 'play'," he whispered.

"You don't like me playing with your hair?"

He twisted around to look at me. "I didn't say you had to stop. But if you don't start the movie now, we probably won't get to it at all."

"If you're trying to threaten me, you're doing a horrible job of it."

He rolled his eyes. "C'mon, let's watch the movie."

Julian turned back and looked pointedly at the television. With seemingly no way to distract him, I complied and put the movie on play. 




Not One For Weddings Ch. 04



By the time the third movie ended, it was past seven. Julian was attentive and seemed genuinely interested in the plot; I, on the other hand, was far more interested in watching him than the movies I'd already seen a dozen times. He had a very expressive face, and I thoroughly enjoyed studying his reactions to the twists and surprises in the movies. We got up a couple times for snacks and restroom breaks, but by that point he was too invested in the series for it to be worth the effort of trying to convince him to abandon the movie. I played with his hair the entire time, liking the way it felt between my fingers.

"I can't believe we're not even half way through," he remarked as the credits of The Prisoner of Azkaban played.

"Yeah, it takes dedication to binge-watch these movies. I've done it few times."

"A few?"

"I'm an elementary school teacher, what do you expect? Parasailing and cross-country motorbiking?"

"Now that sounds exciting," he teased me.

"I'll keep it in mind." 

We sat quietly like that for a while, neither of us making a move to get up or disentangle ourselves from one another. I began to place small kisses beneath his ear and down his neck, sucking as I went. His head lolled to the side, granting me wider access. I made a small circuit over his neck and back to his ear; I sucked on the lobe sensuously. He let out a soft sigh.

"I can't persuade you to spend the night," I whispered into his ear.

"I have work in the morning."

"That's not a no."

He closed his eyes, not responding for a minute while I continued my meditations on his neck. I took advantage of his silence as my hands began to roam his body - he'd never bothered to put on any clothing other than the robe. I ran my hands over his stomach, enjoying the texture of his hair beneath my palms. I felt his hardened nipples as I brushed my hands over him, and decided to take it a bit further by rolling them between my fingers. He let out a small cry, letting me know my efforts had not gone unappreciated. I pinched and twisted the erect peaks while he squirmed helplessly in my lap.

I shifted us so that Julian and I were lying side-by-side on the couch, then maneuvered us so that we were facing each other. This time, we both greedily touched each other equally. Face-to-face, we engaged in a heated kiss. Moans escaped us both freely and unrestrained, the two of us pressing into each other desperately. I pushed the arms of the robe off of Julian and threw it over the couch, then pressed myself harder against him. I grabbed his ass roughly and crushed him to me, grinding on him. I could feel his hard cock urging on my leg as we moved together, a symphony of gasps and groans.

Julian began to slide down my sweats, and I raised my ass off the couch to help him. Together using our legs, we kicked them off and crumpled them into a ball beneath out feet. By that point we were both stark naked, and fully intending to take advantage of that. Julian's hands went to my ass to hold me to him, and our cocks rubbed against each other, slick from our combined pre-cum that had formed and was leaving sticky trails on our writhing bodies.

My hands danced over and around his ass, his hips, his sides. I was briefly tempted to tickle him again, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. Instead, I slowly trailed my fingers back down to his ass and clutched each cheek individually. He moaned at that, and even louder when my fingertips softly stroked his crack. I luxuriously ran them over his crack a few times, each time coming close to but not actually touching his puckered hole. He sucked and panted against my neck.

"Chris..." he whined.

"What do you want, Julian," I murmured.

"You know what I want."

"Yes, I do know," I chuckled. "But I want to hear you say it."

He glared at me. "I thought you said we were saving the begging for later."

"It's later, baby."

He moaned, though I couldn't say for sure if it was due to the nickname or the way I was rubbing against him. In either case, I found it extremely arousing and completely forgot about trying to make Julian beg. I let a finger travel to his hole and carefully pressed the center. Gradually, he opened up to accept my finger. His cries of delight made my dick twitch, and I was sure merely watching him enjoy himself could be my undoing if given the chance. Instead, I concentrated on pleasuring him to keep myself under control. 

When he started to press his ass to my hand, I cautiously added a second finger and stroked him from the inside-out. He thrashed at the sensations of my fingers working on his prostate, and groaned loudly when I inserted a third digit. Haltingly, I began to take my fingers out of him, then pushed them back in. 

I knew he was getting close, because his hand flew out to grab my erection, and promptly began to stroke me with a firm grasp. I had to moan at the way he unabashedly handled me. I strengthened my assault on his asshole, plunging in and out of his faster and more roughly than before. 

"Chris, I'm going to come," he gave me a strained warning.

His words made me moan. "Then come, babe. Cover me with your come, Julian."

With a heavy groan, he did just that, his cock spewing forth white cream, decorating me like some sort of erotic icing. Even as he was coming, his hand didn't halt its progress over me. If anything, it felt that he was holding me even harder as he rode out his orgasm. 

"Fuck, Chris," he groaned and squeezed my dick strongly. "Come for me."

His moaned request was my kryptonite, and my body responded right on cue. With a noisy cry, I came all over Julian's thighs, crotch, and belly. He continued to rub me as I exploded, making even more of a mess of come all over us. 

"Shit, Julian, stop," I begged him when I'd finished coming at last.

His pace slowed, but he continued to try and coax out every last drop of come from my exhausted dick. Only when he was satisfied that I was done did he release me. We lied there on the couch catching our breaths without speaking. I took a look at Julian's face and saw that his eyes were closed, revelling in what had passed.

With a sigh, I got up from the couch. Julian turned to look at me with questioning eyes, but said nothing. I could feel his eyes on my ass I went to the restroom, where I got a towel and wet it with warm water. I cleaned myself off quickly, then rinsed the towel and returned to Julian.

"You look hot covered in come," I complimented him as I wiped it up.

"So did you." 

I left to put the towel into the laundry basket, and found Julian sitting upright on the couch when I came back. 

"Hey there, gorgeous," he greeted me. I was completely taken by surprise at his address, and could feel my ears grow warm. He laughed at my flustered state. "You're silly. Get over here."

I was glad to have him boss me around, because otherwise I would've stood still and floundered for a response. I sat down beside him, where he flung an arm around me and brought me in for a quick kiss. I was rather disoriented by his sudden affection, but readily welcomed and returned it.

"Now what," I asked him pointedly.

"What do you mean?"

I bit my lip. "Well...where do we go from here? Is this just a weekend fling? Or..." I trailed off, not wanting to say the words out loud for some reason.

"Do you want it to be just a weekend fling?"

I swallowed and took a deep breath. "No."

"Then why don't we stop doubting each other now," he suggested in a stern tone. "I don't like to play games. At least," he smirked, "not these kind of games. But if we both want this, if we want to take this somewhere, we can't be tip-toeing around each other like this."

"Okay. That sounds like a good idea."

"So back to your point - I really would like to progress this into a relationship. If that's something you want, too."

I allowed myself a small smile. "Yes. That's something I'd like very much."

His returning smile was much less tentative than mine. "Then I guess we're doing this."

I was overtaken by emotion, and unable to find words, I simply took his face between my hands and brought it to mine. My tongue reached him before my lips did, but when they did, his devoured mine wholly and completely before I had a chance to do anything else. We kissed passionately for an indefinite amount of time - hours could have passed and we would have been none the wiser. When we pulled apart, both of us were left without breath. 

"I have to go, Chris," he told me as he glanced at the clock on the bookshelf.

"Don't go," I murmured with a kiss on his Adam's apple.

He sighed. "I have work in the morning. I need my things, my clothes, my car."

"Let's have dinner first, then."

His eyes danced with amusement. "What are we going to eat? Your fridge is a wasteland."

I rolled my eyes and smirked at him. "Order-in, of course."

"Do you ever cook?"

"Yes, I cook."

"Microwaves don't count." 

"Oh, shut up. I'm a grown man, I'll eat whatever I want. I hope you like pizza."

He laughed at the indignant act I put on. "Everybody likes pizza."

I ordered our food from a little pizza place that was around the corner; it may have been faster for us to just drive there ourselves, actually, but neither of us were much inclined to get our lazy asses off the couch and put on clothes.

"I'll pay," Julian tried.

"No you won't."

He sighed in exasperation. "Chris, please let me pay. You've done enough for me."

"Had it occured to you that maybe that was the point?"

"Stop being difficult. I just want to treat you the same way you have me."

I twisted my lips, but I could see he was determined to win. It's just a pizza. "Fine, but don't get used to it. I have the awful habit of spoiling the people I care about."

"And it just so happens that I'm afflicted with the same tendancy." 

I gave him a small kiss beneath his ear and whispered, "Let the battle of wills begin."

The buzzer rang then, and it was only at that point that we realized neither of us were wearing a stitch of clothing. Julian frantically ran around in search of his wallet while pulling on my robe; I sat back on the couch and laughed at his antics.

"You know, you could help me," he muttered.

"I could, but that would be far less entertaining than watching you scramble about like a headless kitchen."

He found it just as we heard a knock at the door, and with a passing glare in my direction, he answered it and paid for the food. We sat down on the floor and ate right from the box, using couch cushions as tables, and napkins as plates. Once we started eating, I was surprised to find that I was actually hungry. We finished eating and smiled at each other.

"Thank you, Julian."

"You are most welcome," he gloated. I rolled my eyes in response. He sighed. "I really do have to go, Chris."

"I know." I looked towards my bedroom, and saw the sleeve of his suit jacket that he'd worn to the wedding. "Hey, at least use some of my clothes; I won't stand to have you put on that wrinkled suit."

"Okay, thanks."

I grabbed him a shirt and pair of pants while he called for a taxi and gathered his clothes, putting them into a bag I usually use for groceries.

"Here, these should make you decent for the public eye."

"No underwear," he noticed.

I leered at him. "You haven't worn underwear all day, why start now?"

He put quickly put on the clothes, then turned to me.

"Where's your phone?"

"Um..." I surveyed the room around us, and found my cell on my dresser. "Right over there, why?"

He wrinkled his brow. "So I can give you my number?"

"Oh! Of course. Here," I handed him my phone. "Just put it in." He entered his phone number and saved it without putting in his name. I sent a quick text to him, and a moment later we heard his phone buzz to signify he'd received a message. 

We walked to the door together, and stopped when we arrived. I wanted to offer to drive him home rather than have him take a cab, but I had to go to work in the morning too.

"I'll talk to you later then, Chris?'

"You'd better."

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. "Thank you for a great weekend, Chris. Really." He gave me a lingering kiss, but pulled away far too soon for my liking.

"You're sure I can't convince you to stay the night?"

"You probably could, but really shouldn't."

I gave him another quick kiss, then stepped back with a small sigh.

"Okay. Goodnight, Julian."

"Goodnight, Chris." 

Unexpectedly, he yanked me to him forcefully and brought me into a hungry kiss that made my blood race. He only pulled away when we were both gasping for oxygen. His lips went to my ear.

"See you later, babe."



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."





Not One For Weddings Ch. 05



"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.





Not One For Weddings Ch. 05



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.





Not One For Weddings Ch. 06



Chris

 "You're late," I informed my tardy sister as she slid into the booth across me. 

 "I know, sorry. Is that iced tea?" She began to gulp down the drink I'd ordered for her without waiting for my answer, then turned back to me. "Tell me about the guy you're seeing."

 I was immediately guarded. "What about him?"

 "Christopher, don't try this shit on me. I'm not going to beg you for information. Just tell me about him if you want to." She gazed at me levelly. Challenging.

Damn her.

 "His name's Julian," I began. The mere mention of his name was enough that I had to restrain myself from smiling like an idiot. "He's a vet, from New Jersey. His family is from Italy. He's...great. He's smart, sweet, funny, easy to be around." Hot as all Hell and amazing in bed.

She gave me a considering look. "You really like him, don't you?"

 "I do," I answered truthfully, this time unable to help the smile that touched my lips. 

 "Is he coming over to the house on Saturday?"

 "Yes, he is. Would you do me a favor and not be completely overbearing when you meet him, please?"

 "What do you mean by that?"

 "I mean don't be...you." 

 "I think I'm going to be offended by that, Chris." She gave me an affronted look, but her twinkling eyes betrayed her.

 "Drew, you know what I mean! Don't make him uncomfortable on purpose. Don't ask him awkward questions. Don't break out the photo albums of me as a kid."

 She rolled her eyes. "I'm a grown woman, you'd think I'd know that by now."

 "Yeah, you'd think so. But you have an awful track record."

 The food I'd ordered for us while waiting for Drew arrived then, pausing our conversation. My sister started to eat right away while I watched her with a wary eye.

 "What," she asked when she noticed me.

 "Say it," I pressed her.

 "Say what?"

 "Diem, promise me you won't mess with Julian."

 She made an exasperated sound. "Okay! I promise I won't mess with him."

 Satisfied, I began to eat.

 "What were you doing yesterday when I called," she asked through a mouthful of fries.

 I felt my ears warm as I recalled Drew's interrupting Julian and me the day before. "Nothing, why?"

 "You sounded like you were out of breath. Were you running or something?"

 "No. How's your burger," I attempted to change the subject. 

 She looked up at me and grinned. "You're blushing! What were you doing?"

 I flushed further. "I wasn't doing anything, Drew. Don't be so nosey."

 She cackled like the witch she was. "Oh my god, you were with him, weren't you? With Julian. Right?"

 My eyes flashed up to meet hers. "No!"

 "You totally were! Oh, that's hilarious. What did I interrupt?"

 "Jesus, Drew, can you not?"

 She snorted. "Do you even know how many times I heard you getting it on at home when Mom and Dad were out? Those walls were pretty thin."

 "You didn't have to listen," I muttered, face aflame.

 "You say that as if I had a choice," she laughed. "Even with headphones on, it was hard to ignore the way your bed banged against the wall. And, you know, you're not very quiet."

 I looked around us to see if anyone else could hear. "Please, Drew, I'm begging you."

 "Yes, you have a thing for begging, don't you," she leered at me.

 "There goes my appetite."

 "I'm right, though? You were with him?"

 I groaned. "Fine, yes, I was with Julian yesterday. Better, you little pervert?"

 "I am not a pervert! Were you guys...?"

 I sputtered my soda at her allusion. "Okay, there's the limit. That's enough. Why can't you talk to me about work or movies like a normal person?"

 "Very well. How's work been?"

 "Pretty well, thanks. Actually--" 

 My phone buzzed and lit up beside my plate; I'd received a text. Julian.

 "Who is it?"

 "The Queen of England," I brushed her off as I opened the messaging app. I smiled as I read.

I'm having dinner alone right now...missing you. Hope you're having a nice evening, babe. Call me later.

 "What does Her Majesty have to say that's making you look so thrilled?"

 "It's Julian. He says he's eating and wants to talk later." I shot him back a quick text.

I'm still here with a very inquisitive Drew. Who, by the way, made me wait half an hour before treating me to her presence. Wish I were with you. I'll call you in a bit.

"He really has an effect on you," she mused. "You went from annoyed to agreeable with a single text."

 "That's probably because he doesn't make it a point to get under my skin like a certain sister of mine."

 "That takes all the fun out of being with you."

 "Thanks. It's nice to hear how much I bore you otherwise."

 "Anytime, bro."

 We finished eating without event. Drew gracefully handed me the bill without so much as offering to pay it herself. We parted with a hug.

 "Thanks for dinner, Chris. I'll see you on Saturday."

 "Alright, be careful. Love you." 

 "Love you, too." She climbed into her car with a wave and sped off, going too fast.

 When I got home I took a quick shower then called Julian. 

"Chris," he breathed my name.

 "Julian," I mocked him in an exaggerated tone.

"I see you missed me, too."

I laughed. "Sorry. But I did miss you."

"Oh, did you now? Is it normal for you to tease those who you've missed?"

"As a matter of fact, it is. I especially tease them."

"Uh-huh. Sure."

"How was your day," I tried.

"Pretty normal. I got a goldfish in."

"A goldfish? Why?"

"It died and parents don't like to explain that to their kid. They tell the kid it's just sleeping and make me look like the bad guy for not being able to magically revive it. Then I have to explain to the kid about death and give them a lollipop."

"This is a common occurrence? Do you have a lollipop stash?"

"It is and I do. I hand them out to basically everyone who steps in my door. How was your day?"

"It was okay. Nothing exciting."

"And dinner?"

"Drew was being unbearable, but that's her purpose in life. And that reminds me, I think I'm upset with you."

"Me? Why?"

"Because of yesterday, when I was trying to talk on the phone. And you were being...distracting. It was apparently noticeable."

"What do you mean by 'noticeable'?"

"Drew asked me if I'd been running when she called. When I turned red and tried to avoid the question, she made a good guess. And that set her off on a tangent regarding my sex life. And you."

"Wait, me? Why'd you tell her I was there? Couldn't you just lie?"

"I'm a horrible liar! I could never surprise anyone with anything because I'd screw it up right away."

"You didn't go into details, did you? Because you can forget me ever meeting her if you did. I would die of embarrassment."

"No, no. Of course I didn't." Not that she hasn't heard worse. I didn't tell him that. "She seems excited to meet you."

"It's getting late."

I looked at the clock and was dismayed to see he was right. "I don't suppose you can be convinced to come over tonight?"

"Maybe. What's your argument?"

"Well, shit. I don't have one - I didn't think you'd go for it."

"Why don't you try that again," he laughed.

 "Um...come over?"

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Yes. You're very persuasive."

"You have exceptionally low standards if that's all it takes to convince you."

"You're talking about yourself there, babe. See you in fifteen minutes."

I made a half-assed attempt at cleaning up while I waited for him. Then, true to his word, a quarter of an hour later he was at my door. 

 "Hey," I greeted him with a quick kiss. I noticed he was carrying a a bag with him, but I didn't question it. His face was also beet red. "What happened?"

 "I ran into your neighbors again. Janet and her husband."

Uh-oh. "What did she say?"

 "She said she was surprised to see me. She asked me if we were going out. Then she asked if she should wear ear plugs to bed tonight."

 "Yeah, that sounds like her," I sighed. "She means well. I think. They're really good people, believe me. Just inappropriate. And you're so easy to embarrass, you can't really blame them. You blush at the drop of a hat."

 "Sure, put the blame on me. I'm just a prude."

 "There a many things I could call you, Jules, but a prude is definitely not one of them."

 "Good, because I'm not feeling very prudish tonight."

 He let his bag slide off his shoulder to the floor and came up to me, his arms going around my waist. He brought me into a proper kiss, setting his lips firmly on mine and holding me tightly against him. I rested my hands on his chest, fisting his shirt in them. His tongue probed my lips which I was happy to accept, moaning at the welcome intrusion. 

 I let my hands slide down his chest to the top of his jeans and make short work of undoing his belt, button, and zipper. I shoved them over his hips, and he kicked them off the rest of the way. He yanked off both our shirts so fast I almost missed it while I stepped out of my sweats. As we undressed each other, our greedy lips were never apart for more than a couple seconds. Down to only our underwear, our hands roamed each other's bodies eagerly. I nibbled on his lower lip and pulled back to look at him.

 His wavy black hair framed his face alluringly, falling into his hazel eye. Those eyes. Brown, flecked with green and gold; I could make a habit of drowning in them. His cheeks were tinted pink, a light stubble shading his cheeks and jaw, his lips slightly swollen and deliciously rosy. He gazed at me with a tenderness that made my breath catch and my heart melt. A choice set of words bubbled to the tip of my tongue.

 I took again his lips with mine before I could say something I might regret. I kissed him with a voracity I hadn't known I'd possessed, wanting to consume him whole then and there. He moaned in surprise at my sudden intensity and I guided him backwards to the couch, pushing him down onto it. I tore off my underwear as I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and bringing our mouths back together by pulling on his unruly locks. I clumsily peeled his boxer briefs over his knees that he kicked the rest of the way off for me. 

 I pressed myself against him and could feel his hard cock against my stomach, as he could mine. He held me to him by my ass, his large hands cupping me perfectly. He flexed his fingers, making me moan appreciatively into his mouth. I started to rub myself against him, creating a much-needed friction that made both of us gasp. I disentangled my fingers from his hair and let them stroke along his cheeks, neck, and chest. I played with the smattering of hair there, twirling it through my fingertips and tugging at the curled ends.

 "Do you even know how hot you look grinding against me like this, Chris? You're a fucking fantasy come to life," he murmured.

 I bit my lip and looked down at him with a goofy grin before I returned our lips together. To my irritation, he pulled away after only a few seconds. When he saw my confused expression, his mouth twisted up into a knowing, lascivious smirk. 

 He brought two of his fingers, which had been passively petting along my crack, to my mouth and slipped them between my lips. I sucked them in and ran my tongue around them as if around his dick. I kept my eyes trained on his, trying to mimic his lusty stare; judging by the darkening of his features, it must have been working. That I could be the cause of such a desirous look was intoxicating, and I strengthened my sucking on his digits.

 When he was satisfied by whatever criteria he'd made up in his head, he extracted his fingers from my mouth and took his hand back behind me. The tips of his fingers wriggled between my cheeks until they came upon my puckered hole. He massaged the ring of muscle until I opened up to him, allowing him to insert first one finger, then a second. I moaned loudly at each encroachment, growing even louder as he wiggled them inside of me. Unexpectedly, Julian chuckled.

 "What are you laughing at," I groaned as his ministrations inside me continued.

 "You," he smiled. "You are pretty noisy." Before I could come up with a retort of some kind, he whispered in my ear, "I think it's so incredibly sexy."

 I licked and bit at the nape of his neck and shoulder while my hand wandered down his chest. When I felt the slick head of his cock against my hand, he was the one squirming. I wasted no time in wrapping my fingers around his mast and stroking him up and down, picking up the pre-cum oozing from his tip. He moaned with just as much volume as I had when I picked up my speed on his cock. His fingers plunged in and out of my ass at an increasing pace, delightfully hitting my prostate with each inwards thrust. I couldn't control my cries as I writhed my cock against his body, and my ass onto his fingers.

 "Julian," I called out in a desperate whine. 

 "Mm, God, Chris," he moaned in response. "Come for me, babe, please."

 His plea was the last thing I needed to push me over the edge, and I came between us with a shout, covering both our stomachs and chests with the white fluid. A few more pumps over Julian's iron-esque cock and he was joining me in making a mess on the couch. He managed to get come all over me - on my chin, my chest, my stomach and thighs. I lazily continued to caress his cock as we came, until he was hissing for me to stop. 

 I sagged against him as he withdrew his fingers from inside me. I moaned as he did, this time in weariness. We panted into each other, recollecting ourselves, and tracing invisible patterns on tired flesh. 

 "Are you staying the night," I breathed contentedly.

 "Would you mind if I did?"

 "I would mind if you didn't."

 He gave me an endearingly soft smile. "Then I'd better stay over."

 I peeled myself off him with a sigh and a kiss on the cheek, then went to the restroom. I cleaned myself up and returned to Julian with a wet towel to do the same to him. He was wearing a lopsided grin as he watched me wipe him up. When I'd finished he pulled me back onto the couch with him, placing a sluggish kiss on my lips. 

 "You're incredible, Chris," he mumbled into my neck with another fluttering kiss. 

 "Why, because I clean you up when you can't be assed to move?"

 "You need to learn how to take a compliment," murmured into my hair.

 I looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

 "Every time I compliment you, you either freeze or laugh it off, like right now."

 I thought over what he said and realized he was right; I hadn't even noticed it. "Huh. I didn't know I was doing that."

 The tune of a Billie Holiday song sounded from the bedroom: my mother's ringtone. I groaned and extracted myself from Julian's embrace. "My family has the absolute worst timing ever," I muttered as I stalked out of the room.

 "Mom," I answered, sounding more annoyed than I'd intended. Being the woman who raised me, she of course ignored my tone.

"Hi, sweetheart! I haven't heard from you in a few days."

"Sorry, mom. I've just been busy."

"Too busy to call me?"

 "Sorry, mom," I repeated the mantra of my teen years.

"Is it because of this boy your seeing?"

I mentally cursed my sister. "Does Drew really have to tell you everything?"

"If you'd called me then I wouldn't have had to asked her how you were."

"You know, you can always text me."

"Christopher, you know how I hate texting. How can I hear your voice through the words on the screen?"

I smiled at her silliness. "What's up, mom?"

"Diem tells me you're bringing a boy over to the house on her birthday."

"Mom, he's hardly a boy - he's about a year older than me, actually. And to answer your question, yes, I invited him over. Drew was the one who suggested it when I talked to her yesterday. You and dad are okay with that, right?"

"Of course we are. Your sister told me you were all starry-eyed when you talked about him at dinner."

I groaned in my head. "Don't believe a word that girl says."

"Very well, then I'll get it from you."

"Mom, really, I'm not in high school. Look, you'll meet him on Saturday and--"

"Christopher Ansel Haze, you tell your mother what she wants to know," a voice a few octaves deeper than my mom's commanded me. My parents had a tendency to talk on the phone together and not inform the person they were talking to.

 "Dad, do you honestly care?"

"No, but your mother will keep me up all night with questions I don't have answers to if you don't tell her yourself. Now go on and tell her about - what's his name, honey? - Jeremy?"

"Julian, dad."

"Julian, then. I'll leave you with her. Goodnight, son." There was a muffled pause before my mom was back on the line. 

 "Are you in love with him," she demanded to know without pretense.

 "Mom!"

"What? A mother needs to know."

"We've just met, mom."

"That's not an answer."

I ran my hand through my hair. "People don't fall in love in a few days, you know that."

"That's not an answer either."

I breathed out heavily. "I really like him, mom. He seems to feel the same. Isn't that enough for now?"

"Do you think so? Is that what you want?"

I was silent, trying to figure out an answer for her. And for myself. 

 "Mom..," I started out slowly. "I haven't really had a chance to think this all through. I've been so wrapped up with work," that was a lie for her benefit, "and we've just been spending a lot of time together. I know he wants to be with me, he's said as much. He's going to be meeting you guys, for crying out loud."

"As long as you know what you're doing, dear. I just want to make sure you're okay and you know what you're doing. You two are being...safe?"

"Mother!"

 "What, I'm watching out for you!" She giggled while I groaned in discomfort. "Okay, okay, enough of me. We'll see the two of you on Saturday, then. Goodnight, I love you."

"Love you, too," I mumbled before hanging up. I went back to Julian with my mother's words echoing in my head

 "Is everything okay," he asked me with concern.

 "Everything's fine." I settled down beside him, where he followed by putting his arm around me. "My sister doesn't get her nosiness from nowhere; my mom is a thousand times worse than she could ever hope to be."

 We sat in silence few more minutes before Julian nudged me with his chin. I looked at him expectantly.

 "What do you say we go to bed?"

 "That sounds like a good idea."

 We made our way to the bedroom and laid ourselves down. As was rapidly becoming normal for us, my head rested on Julian's chest and he wrapped his arms around me, holding us together.

 "What was with the bag," I asked him after a moment, remembering he'd arrived carrying a brown messenger.

 "I brought a change of clothes this time. Otherwise we'd end up with half your wardrobe back at my place."

 My conversation with my mom was still churning in my mind. I shifted myself around so that I could face Julian.

 "Jules..." I couldn't help how pathetic I sounded.

 "Yes?"

 "You're serious about me, aren't you?"

 "You know I am."

 I thought over his response. He hadn't paused to think about what he was going to say, or take a nervous breath in, or sound the least bit uncertain. That comforted me more than I'd thought it would.

 "You're sure about going to my parent's house?"

 "I said I would go."

 I didn't like that answer as much. "Do you not want to?"

 "It's not that I don't want to, so much as that I'm nervous to. I'm not good at the whole 'meet the parents' thing."




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"Really? How?"

 "I worded that wrong. I've done it a few times before, and they didn't go too horribly. I get terribly anxious at the entire idea, and I usually put it off if I can manage it."

 "But you're not trying to now. Why?"

 "Because you want me to meet them," he answered simply.

 "I told you, you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."

 "Don't you understand, Chris? It doesn't matter if I'm a bit reluctant about it - you want this, and I know it's important to you. I'd rather get over myself - because I know that they can't be that bad if you're their son - than upset you by pussying out."

 I was awed by his confession. "It wouldn't upset me if you really don't want to. I understand." 

 His lips twitched up. "I didn't mean it like that. And again, I know you want me to even if you won't admit to it now. I appreciate that, by the way."

 At least I could make myself seem half as empathetic as he was. I leaned in to give him a soft kiss.

 "Thank you," I whispered, then turned back to my original position. His arms draped over me with more warmth than any blanket or space heater could dream to provide me with.

 "What brought this all on," he murmured, lips at my ear.

 "I don't know. Mostly my mom. She started asking questions about you and me, and I guess it got me worried."

 "What's there to be worried about, Chris? I've been completely open and honest with you from the beginning."

 "I know. That's not exactly what I meant. I freak myself out in my own head, and needed to hear you say it to bring me back down to Earth. It's nothing on you, this is all me."

 "Okay. Thank you, then, for talking with me about it."

 From there we drifted off into sleep, that much more mutually assured of our feelings for each other. I had to admit, it was a frightfully nice way to feel.





Not One For Weddings Ch. 06



"Do I?"

 "Drew," Chris used a warning voice. 

 She seemed to ignore him. "You do. I could barely get an intelligible sentence out of him the other night on the phone. Now I can see why."

Oh, God. I shot Chris a look, and saw that he was glaring at his sister.

 "Drew, you promised," he groaned.

 "What do you mean? I'm giving him a compliment." They stared at each other for a few seconds before she turned back to me, and her expression softened. "It's nice to meet you, Julian."

 "My daughter likes to make people uncomfortable," Chris' mom informed me with a gentle smile. "Put her in her place and she'll leave you alone. Can I get you anything to drink?"

 "I'm okay for now, thank you."

 "I'll go get my husband. Diem, play nice." She left with a pat on my arm. I decided I liked her.

 "You're a vet," Chris' sister half-asked, half-told me.

 "Yes."

 "And you're from New Jersey?"

 "I am."

 "How do you like Seattle?"

 "I like it. I've lived here for a little over three years, now."

 "What made you decide to move all the way over here?"

 "I got a job offer. I needed a change of scenery, and everything fell into place."

 Chris' mother returned then, with a tall, thin man in tow. He wore a warm smile, and came up to me straight away with an extended hand.

 "Hi, I'm Chris' sperm donor, Jonathan."

 I awkwardly shook his hand, which made both him and Diem laugh. Chris' mom hit his arm softly, but she was stifling laughter, too.

 Chris groaned at my side. "So, that's my family, Julian. We can go now."

 "Oh, no you don't," Diem stopped him, taking hold of his hand. "Come on, Jack and Diane and the kids are here. You too, Julian."

 Chris shrugged his shoulders, obviously accustomed to his sister's domineering ways. I followed a step behind them through the house and out to a large backyard with a porch. There were a few adults talking amongst themselves around tables with paper table cloths. There was a little playground set-up in one corner of the yard, where kids - Chris' cousins - were playing. One side of the space was dominated by an elevated octagonal dance floor, decorated with streamers and banners. Strapped to the poles were two speakers to provide purpose to the dance floor.

 I was introduced to the people around the table, who were a couple of Chris' aunts and uncles. They were friendly and genuine; that, along with relentless teasing, seemed to be a family trait. Over the next while I encountered more of Chris' family, both with him and individually; I was continuously surprised at how easily they treated me, as if they'd known me for more than only a minute or two. 

 I was entertaining myself with one of Chris' younger cousins when his mother appeared at my side.

 "Did my son leave you here all alone to play with the kids?"

 "I think he went to use the restroom."

 She gave me a sly smile. "Are you thirsty? Come with me."

 She linked her arm through mine and lead me across the yard to a table with a pitcher of dark red liquid sitting atop it. She poured a cup for herself and handed me a cup as well, gesturing for me to take a drink; sangria. Strong sangria. It was basically pure alcohol. She gave me a knowing smile.

 "Do you like it?"

 "What are you doing, Cathy," Chris' father came up to us, shaking his head.

 "I don't have the slightest idea of what you're talking about, Jon."

 "Be careful, Julian - that sangria is how Cathy first got me into her bed."

 From about twenty feet away, Diem called, "You're a little too late for that warning, dad! He's not as sweet and innocent as he seems!" 

 I felt myself go red and took a drink of the cocktail, deciding that I could do with some booze in my system. 

 "It doesn't taste so strong now, does it," Catherine winked at me.

 "No, I think it might be just right," I grinned.

 I felt the familiar weight of Chris' arm around my shoulders. "What are we talking about," he looked at his parents.

 His dad spoke first. "I think your mother is trying to get Julian drunk."

 He kissed my cheek and looked at his mother. "You don't have a chance with him, mom. How are you holding up," he turned to me, lowering his voice. 

 "I think I have to use the restroom."

 "Come on, I'll show you where it's at."

 I allowed him to guide me away with a parting nod towards his parents. We shuffled through the throng of people into the mostly-empty house, where only a few aunts were milling about the kitchen. 

 "Are you doing okay," he murmured as we walked down a hallway. "I know they can be pretty overbearing."

 "They're great, Chris. Everyone has been so nice and friendly."

 "Really? They're not giving you too much shit?"

 "Maybe a little," I admitted with a smile. "But I can see that's just the way they are, and they're not doing it in a malicious way. Now I know where you get it from."

 We stopped in front of a door; the bathroom. I quickly attended to my needs in there, and came back to Chris waiting for me, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Shit, he looks hot like that. Not being able to resist, I went up to him and gave him a soft kiss. 

 He grinned at my forwardness. "I think I like having you here, Julian."

 "I certainly hope so."

 We stood there in the hallway for a couple more minutes, our arms around each other, mouths moving together in synchronization. Luckily there were no wanderers in our part of the house to catch us. Before we got too carried away, Chris pulled back.

 "We should get back, Jules," he whispered.

 I was more reluctant to move away from him, letting my hand run down his chest to the top of his jeans. "Mm, if you think so."

 He put his hands over mine, stopping me from further exploring. "Later. Let's go." 

 We went back to the yard, where we were greeted by Catherine shoving paper plates piled high with food into our hands. We ate sitting at a table with his parents, conversation flowing easily - with such great people, that was hardly a surprise. After dinner, as the sun began to set, music started to play out of the large speakers and the dance floor was slowly filled. Everyone was dancing and having a good time between drinks and cake. Diem was undoubtedly the life of the party, first dragging up her parents, then Chris and I to dance. 

 It was another handful of hours before people started to going home, when most of the chairs were filled with tired children. 

 Chris and I had settled back at the table we'd eaten at, but his parents kept dancing together through the night - they twirled and laughed, together in their own world. They didn't seem to tire of the exercise or each other, keeping up with the faster-paced songs as well as they did the slow ones. They kissed - frequently - more than I'd ever seen for an older couple. They were affectionate and very much in love, and had no qualms over expressing that, even around others. 

Chris and I could be like that...someday. The thought popped unbidden into my mind, shocking me. I took a look at the man beside me, and realized that I wanted that with him. The depths of my own feelings stunned me, and I was thankful I wasn't being expected to engage in any sort of conversation. Chris noticed me looking at him out of the corner of his eye and flashed me a sweet smile; I did my best to return it, but I'm sure it had nowhere near the effect on him that his did on me. He reached his hand towards mine and squeezed it.

 "Ready to leave," he asked. I nodded my head, not trusting my voice. "Let's go say goodbye."

 He stood, and still having my hand, brought me up with him. We had to interrupt his parents' dance, but they didn't mind the intrusion. Both of them hugged Chris and I, then Diem gave us the same treatment. She thanked us again for her gifts and we left with a wave.

 "What'd you think," Chris looked at me as I sat on the couch when we got to his place . 

 "I think you worry too much, Christopher." I waited for him to join me and brought him into my arms, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. '"As for your family, they were really wonderful. They made me feel more comfortable and welcome than my own family."

 He smiled at me. "My parents loved you, you know."

 "I liked them a lot, too."

 "Thank you," he looked at me with large, earnest eyes. "I'm really glad you went."

 "So am I." 

 I took his lips with mine, effectively ending out conversation. I kissed him slowly and sensuously, savoring the unique flavor of his mouth as his tongue moved together with mine. His hands went to tangle in my hair, easily adjusting to my change of topic. I started with having my hand on his thigh, but slowly found myself moving closer and closer to him until I was almost on top of him. Fuck it. I moved myself completely over him, my knees on either side of his legs. I could feel his erection through his jeans and I lowered my hand over him, causing him to moan into my mouth. 

 He let go of my hair to tug at the neck of my shirt, wordlessly signalling for me to pull back. I did so grudgingly, biting on his lower lip. He tore off my shirt, and with a sexy smile up at me, ran his hands all over my newly-bared back and chest. He paused long enough to allow me to take his shirt off as well, and we explored each others' bodies excitedly. Chris ran his fingers all over my back, and I played with his nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. His head fell back as he rewarded me with a moan, his nails digging into my back. I dipped my head down to take the sensitive peaks into my mouth, eliciting another drawn-out moan from the beautiful man beneath me. I paid each one equal attention, nibbling, sucking, and flicking. 

 "Mm, Julian," he sighed as he knotted his fingers in my hair. "That feels so good."

 As I continued working on his nipples, I started to trace my hands over the top of his jeans. I slipped my fingers in under the elastic band of his briefs, stroking the soft skin there. Chris' shifting beneath me let me know that his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight as they tried to constrain his growing hard-on. I put my free hand over his stiff denim-clad bulge and squeezed him; he gasped, and pulled me up to meet his insisting lips. He took no time in teasing me and immediately took to taking off my belt and unbuttoning my jeans. I yanked our mouths apart. 

 "Bed," I panted.

 He nodded his head in concurrence and we clumsily scrambled off the couch. We couldn't stop touching each other as we made our way to the bedroom, shoving off each others' jeans as we went. When we got into the room we held and kissed each other in front of the bed, letting our hands wander each others' bodies greedily. As we separated, Chris gave me an enticingly lusty look before pushing me down onto the bed. 

 He bent down over me to claim my lips first, then slid his down my neck. He suckled his way down my chest until he reached the waistband of my underwear, where he brought his hot mouth over my cotton-obscured cock. He breathed over me, snaking his tongue out to taste wet spot that had formed on the front of my underwear. His fingers hooked into the elastic band of my shorts, but he didn't remove them yet. He kept his mouth on me until he'd soaked through the fabric. I wriggled beneath him, trying to urge him into action. He took the hint and followed by freeing me of my boxer briefs, my cock springing out wildly to meet him.

 He licked his lips and slowly lowered his mouth over me. The slippery depths of his mouth around me felt divine, and his skilled tongue twirled around me delightfully. His head bobbed over me, leaving my dick slick and shiny each time he came up. He saw me watching him, and pulled away with a trail of saliva leading from my tip to his lips, that twisted into a lascivious smirk. 

 He ducked his head down again, this time favoring my balls. He sucked each one into his mouth, licking each one individually before plopping them back out and abandoning them like so much refuse. Before I had a chance to complain, I felt his strong hands gripping my thighs, pushing them apart. His nose followed along the underside of my cock, my balls, and my perineum. I heard him moan lowly as I first sensed his tongue stroking between my cheeks.

 I spread myself open even more, hoping to encourage him to continue his exploring. I felt him nearing closer to my hole and let out a groan, increasing in volume as the tip of his tongue poked curiously into me. My noisiness was enough to spur him on and he went deeper within me, until his nose was buried in my pubic hair. His tongue speared into me and he began to build a rhythm, wriggling around inside of me, pulling out, and thrusting back in. He fucked me with his tongue at a delicious pace, and he had me squirming and whimpering beneath him. 

 "Please, Chris," I begged. "I need more." He sped up his tongue and took his hand to my cock, making me groan - in frustration. "Chris, please."

 He stopped and rose to look at me with a confused expression. "What's wrong?"

 "Babe, I need more than just your tongue right now."

 His eyes darkened as he looked into mine. "Jules, you're not just doing this because of what I said earlier, are you?"

 I sat up and craned my head down towards him. I gave him a heated kiss before pulling back, my eyes trained on his. "Tell your brain to shut up for a bit, please. I. Need. You. That's all there is to it."

 With a moan he brought his lips back to mine, lifting himself off the floor and falling into bed with me. We took off his boxer briefs together and threw them across the room. I hugged his naked form to me as we rolled around the bed. Chris sat astride me and ground our cocks against each other as we kissed, bringing us both closer to the ecstasy we sought. 

 I still wanted more.

 I removed my lips from his and kissed down his neck. "Don't make me beg you," I mumbled against him. "I don't want to have to beg you."

 He groaned at my words. "Are you sure you want this, Jules."

 I was getting impatient. "Yes! I want you, Chris. Now."

 He gave me a final kiss and got up, going to the night-stand. He quickly returned to me with a bottle of lube in his hand and positioned himself between my legs. Just as I was about to turn myself around, he put his hand on my chest to stop me.

 "I want to watch you," he explained with tender eyes. 

 He reached behind me and retrieved a small pillow; he gestured for me to raise my hips, and he placed the pillow beneath me to give us the perfect angle. He knelt before me and coated his cock with lube, then dripped more into my hole that was stretched by his tongue. Even so, he stuck two of his fingers inside me and worked my hole until he was satisfied that I was ready to take him inside of me. 

 He lined up the head of his cock with my hole, brushing it teasingly against me but not going inside. He bent down to kiss me and I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me with urgency. When he still didn't make a move into me, I made it for him - with the heels of my feet I brought him into me, gasping as I did. He groaned and succumbed to pleasure, pushing himself steadily into me until he was as far as he could go.

 We both sighed as he bottomed out in me, looking into each others' eyes and seeing the pleasure evident there. He stayed still inside me for a moment as we enjoyed the onslaught of the sensations - but also of the emotions that welled up in both of us. It wasn't the first time we'd had sex as such, but it meant so much more than the first time; the first time it had been raw sexual attraction, a fun and convenient fuck. This time, though, it was caring and passionate; bringing emotions into the mix was confusing and intimidating, but it took us onto a whole other plane of existence that was incomparable to anything I'd ever felt before.

 Chris slowly started to pull out of me until he was just barely inside me, and at a just as excruciating pace pushed back in. I moaned and my eyes rolled to the back of my head and away from Chris'; he wasn't standing for that, and with one hand grabbed me by my jaw and turned my attention back onto him. 

 "Eyes on me, baby. Don't turn away." He reinforced his directions with a hard kiss.

 I had to bite back a moan and force myself to keep my eyes from screwing shut at his words. He picked up his rhythm and watched as his work was reflected in my eyes, and in return I got to see the effect watching me was having on him. It was a powerful feeling to see that man driven wild with lust for me, to know I was the one making him moan and gasp and growl so animalistically.

 With each thrust into me he rubbed his chest against my cock, sending shock waves all throughout my body. He saw that I was getting close and sped up inside me, hitting my prostate every time he pumped into me. I was scratching his back and digging my heels into his ass using more pressure than I should have, but he didn't mind the roughness. If he wouldn't allow me to close my eyes then he must have known I'd have to find some other way to deal with the wonderful way he pounded into me. It was only moments later that I was whimpering his name in a tell-tale sign that I was about to explode.

 "I'm going to come," I whined.

 "I am, too," he grunted, clutching me to him.

 "Come with me, Chris," I moaned, shuddering beneath him. I suppose that made me tighten around his cock, because he took a sharp breath in and groaned. I couldn't hold out any longer and I erupted all over between us with a loud curse. A split-second later Chris shouted my name and pushed himself deep into my ass. As I jetted come between our chests and stomachs I could feel Chris filling me up with his hot load, seeming to go on and on forever. 

 When at last he'd completely emptied himself, he collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried in my ass. The weight of his body on mine was the only thing that grounded me to the planet as we breathed raggedly against each other. My come that lay between us didn't bother him as it would some, if anything he may even have liked it; I know I did. Neither of us moved for the longest time, only his softening cock unceremoniously sliding out of me. 

 At some hazy point later I found Chris' lips against mine in an exhausted kiss. 

 "That was fucking unbelievable, Jules," he mumbled into my neck. 

 "Mm," was the most I could muster for a response.

 It was another while before we regained our full mental capabilities. I traced me fingers between Chris' shoulder blades, drawing imaginary designs on his unmarked skin. I decided to make a second attempt at speaking.

 "We should take a shower."

 He raised his head to look at me with drooping eyes. He gave me a sweetly lazy smile. 

 "In a minute. If I try to get up right now, I'm sure I'll just fall to the ground. My legs are pretty much spaghetti."

 I let myself enjoy a few more minutes' time under him before I wiggled myself away. I got up and placed a peck on his collarbone. "I'll go start the water, you can follow in when you're ready." 

 I had been in the shower a couple minutes before I felt a body pressing up behind me, kissing me neck. We washed ourselves quickly, and were soon lying in bed again. I thoroughly enjoyed having Chris in my arms at night - I liked being able to kiss and touch him whenever and wherever I wished; I liked having my leg slung over him; I liked having his hair in my face, smelling of shampoo and his own special, clean scent; I liked feeling him react to me, my every word and motion; I liked how he relaxed against me; I liked the little spasms and jerks he made as he slept. I nuzzled my face into his neck, giving him the smallest of kisses. We whispered 'goodnights' and fell into sleep together, worn out from the strenuous day and the night that was doubly so.




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Not One For Weddings Ch. 07



Chris

Over the next couple of weeks, Julian and I fell into an easy pattern of going to either my place or his after we'd gotten off of work. We'd come to a sort of silent agreement that neither of us cared to be apart if we didn't have to be, and as such we hadn't spent so much as a night apart. 

I'd arrived at his place and was waiting outside his door, having knocked twice already. I was mildly annoyed by that point - my arrival was no surprise to him, there was no reason I should have been standing in the hallway waiting for him to let me in. 

"Julian," I called through the door, letting my irritation show in my voice. 

Finally, I heard the fumbling of the door chain. He opened the door, but his usual smile wasn't there to greet me. I took note of his cell phone pressed against his ear and the stressed look he wore. He stepped to the side, allowing me to enter. I stepped in, looking at him confusedly. 

"Dammi un momento," he spoke into the phone before setting it down and turning to me. He gave me a hurried kiss that showed no real affection. "Sorry for making you wait, Chris; my sister's on the phone. Give me a minute?"

His brisk request was unexpected. "Yeah, go ahead." 

He flashed me a smile that didn't reach his eyes and picked the phone back up. "C'è qualcos'altro? Devo andare avanti."

Holy shit, he's speaking Italian. I took a seat on the couch and watched him in awe as he paced from one side of the room to the other, looking agitated. I couldn't understand a word he was saying, but that didn't stop me from being insanely attracted by his smooth voice. My former irritation melted away, enthralled as I was listening to the foreign tongue Julian spoke with ease. 

"Addio, Zita." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Non lo so, io penserò. Bene. Ciao."

He hung up and threw his phone onto the coffee table, then came to me. I patted the couch cushion, inviting him to sit beside me. He did so, but kept a careful distance between us.

"You speak Italian," I asked, too stunned by that revelation to fixate on his strange behavior.

"I do. My parents are from Italy, after all." He didn't seem to be paying attention, as if some other thing were weighing on his mind. Even after a few minutes of silence he didn't relax his shoulders, or turn to me with his customary smirk, or make an attempt at conversation.

"Is everything okay, Julian?" He didn't say anything, but looked at me with eyes that were begging for a listening ear. I got closer to him, putting my legs over his and taking his hand in mine. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." I said nothing, prompting him to continue. "That was my sister, Zita. She's two years older than I am, and the only person I speak to from my family on a somewhat regular basis. She keeps asking me when I'm going to visit them, saying that she and our mom miss me."

I considered what he said. "Are you going to visit them?"

"No." 

"Why not?"

"I've told you already, I don't get along very well with my family."

"And that's all you've told me." 

"Chris, you don't want to hear about them, believe me. 

I bristled at that. "Yes I do. I want to hear everything about you, your family, your life."

"I'm more than happy to tell you everything about me and my life," he used a calculating tone. "But my family is very much uninvolved with that."

"That's not fair, Julian. I've told you all about my family - hell, you've met them already. Why won't you tell me about yours? It's not like I'm asking you to present me to them, or even tell them about me."

"I don't like talking about them, okay? That's it. I didn't have a very pleasant upbringing, Chris, like you did. I'm not close to them. I haven't spoken to any of them but for Zita and my mom since I moved out."

I remembered he'd told me he had six sisters - and yet, he only spoke to the one. A hundred questions flew around my mind, and we were both losing patience.

"Why? Julian, tell me. It's just me, I'm not going to judge you or whatever you're thinking will happen."

"Why do you need to know so badly?"

"Because I want you to trust me," I burst. I wasn't yelling, but I definitely starting to get mad at him. "I'm not going to tell anyone - who would I tell, in any case? I don't hold anything back from you, I don't make you beg me for information. Anything - anything­ - you want to know about me, or my past, or whatever else, I'd tell you with complete and total honesty. Why can't you do the same for me?"

"That's different, Chris." He was sounding more angry, too. "You don't have anything to hide. You have a family who wholly loves and accepts you. You haven't had to face many hardships, and you should be thankful for that. I need for you to respect that I don't feel comfortable talking about my family, to you or anyone else. It's not because I don't trust you - I trust you more than anyone."

"If you trust me so much then why won't you tell me a single thing about your family?"

"Why is this so important to you," he demanded, sounding more heated than he had before. "You know I love you! Why can't you accept that and move on?"

The air around us stilled as his words taunted us. Julian's eyes were wide with panic, obviously not having meant for the words to come out. We forgot the discussion we'd been having only seconds earlier and went totally mute. I swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in my throat.

"Do you mean that," I whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. 

He answered in a slightly stronger, though still quiet voice. "Of course I do."

He dragged me onto his lap and brought our faces close, only just not touching.

"I love you, Christopher Haze," he breathed. "I don't care that it's hardly been a month since we met, and I don't care if you don't feel the same way yet. I've never felt like this. About anyone."

"Oh, Julian," I whimpered before pressing my lips to his, overwhelmed by emotion. I threw my arms around his neck to pull him closer and kissed him softly and slowly. His hands were clutching at my back, as if he were afraid I'd get up and leave if he let go. I grew greedier in my kiss, insisting my lips against his with a longing moan that was so much more than mere lust. It was a moment later that I could feel a scalding tear roll from the corner of my eye to between my and Julian's brushing lips. He pulled away at the feel of the wetness.

He kissed away the tear and regarded me with infinite tenderness. I felt that my heart was about to explode from my chest and all I wanted to do was devour him whole then and there.

"God, Julian, I love you, too."

His smile broke out like the sun over the horizon. "Really?"

I wanted to laugh. "Isn't it obvious?"

"I don't know."

Oh, no, that will not do at all. "Julian, I love you." I kissed his temple gently. "I love you." I kissed his jaw. "I love you." 

I kissed every part of his beautiful face, repeating the words between each kiss. I saved his lips for last, and he was more than ready to accept mine when I got to them. His arms around me crushed me to him while I knotted my fingers in his hair. I shifted so that I was kneeling with my knees on either side of him, pressing myself flush against him. We separated to catch our breaths, and I looked down at him with a ridiculous grin; his eyes stared up at me adoringly. 

"Chris?"

"Yes?"

"I love you." He gave me his signature half-smile smirk that was familiarly teasing and promising. He yanked my face back to his and licked the edges of my lips, then the seam, but didn't prod his tongue between. I opened my mouth, wanting only to be further connected to him, but he wasn't taking it. I could feel him smile at my urging.

I pulled back, pouting. "Are you going to kiss me, or not?"

He placed a peck on the corner of my lips. "I just did."

"Not there," I rolled my eyes.

"Where, then?"

I raised my brow. "My elbow, of course."

Much to my irritation, he did just that with a satisfied smirk in my direction. "Like that?"

"No." 

"Show me where." He looked so sweet and carefree I couldn't help but catch onto his mood and abandon my sulky front.

I pointed to my cheek. "Here." His lips were on me in an instant, and just as quickly were gone. He looked at me expectantly.

"Where else?"

I pointed to my neck. "Here."

He brushed his lips over me. I pointed to my chin, my ear, my clavicle - each was met with a chaste kiss that dared nothing but left me wanting all the same. His hands were gripping my hips, which certainly wasn't helping my cause, but he seemed unperturbed. He kissed every part of me as directed, his eyes on mine the entire time. 

I had to admit, I was having fun with his game. He made me feel wanted and desired. Even in the relatively innocent way he kissed me, he did it in a way that made my heart skip a beat and sent electricity through my veins. How could I not love this man?

I pointed to my lips. "Here."

"It sure took you long enough," he chuckled before, at last, setting his lips upon mine in an all-encompassing kiss that stole my breath away.

His hands stayed on my hips, but I felt his hold on me tighten to prove he was not so unaffected by me. I didn't have it in me to restrain myself, and I kissed him without reserve. I held his face in my hands, clamping our mouths together and not allowing him to move away again. I felt his hands move to the hem of my shirt, his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric to flutter along my skin in a barely-there touch. All the same, I felt my breathing grow heavier, and his did, too. He slid his hands further up my back, lifting my up my shirt as he went. 

I broke away from him only long enough to allow him to take off my shirt, as I did to him. He explored my newly-bared torso wildly as our kiss grew more passionate, small sounds escaping us both. Straddling him as I was, I could feel him hardening against me as we fed on each other; undoubtedly, he could feel me having the same sort of reaction. I started to take apart the buttons of his jeans with impatient hands.

To my frustration, he tore away from me. 

"What now," I whined in protest.

He looked at me with hooded eyes. "Bedroom."

"Fuck the bedroom," I groaned. "I want you here, now."

"We're not going to have sex on a couch after I just told you I love you."

To hear him say the words sent a thrill through me and I immediately complied, sliding off his lap. He probably could have told me to jump off a building at that point and I would have done it without question. I practically dragged him to the bedroom.

"And in case you've forgotten," I added in a faux-indignant tone, "we've had sex on a couch before. A few times. If I have any say in it at all, we will again - soon, too."

"Don't complain," he laughed. "You'll be getting off all the same."

"That's not my point," I muttered.

We were in his bedroom by then, and Julian took no time in pushing me down onto the bed and pulling off my pants before climbing on top of me.

"What was your point, again?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but only a moan came out as his mouth enveloped a nipple and started to suck. His fingers toyed with the other one, twisting and pulling deliciously. I was lost in the sensations, then very abruptly, they stopped. I opened my eyes to a pair of twinkling hazel oculars.

"You were saying, Chris?"

It was obvious I wasn't capable on concentrating with a half-naked Julian on top of me; his mischievous expression showed he was well aware of this, and using it to his full advantage. I glared at him.

"Shut up and kiss me, asshole."

"With pleasure."

He did as I asked - okay, demanded - with an amused grin. He was all around me, wholly consuming and entirely focused on me. I could feel every inch of his body on mine, but marred by the jeans he still wore. I pushed them down as much as I could from where I lay beneath him - that is to say, not very much - and groaned into his mouth when he made no move to help me.

"You're overdressed," I informed him, trying in vain again to rid him of his clothing.

"No, I'm not. Sex with you should be a black-tie affair." He kissed and sucked along my neck.

"I certainly hope sex with me isn't any sort of affair at all."

He grinned at my bad pun and brought his lips back to one pebbled nipple, circling it, biting down, then soothing with his tongue. Everything he did sent jolts of desire straight to my groin. A few more seconds of this, and I was reduced to a moaning, panting pile of want and need.

"Please," I begged, breathless. "I need to feel you, I can't stand this."

Without removing his mouth from my body, he wriggled his way out of his jeans. I mumbled the word 'underwear', and those soon followed as well. He stripped me of mine, and we were naked, bare flesh against bare flesh all the way through. The reality of the moment overwhelmed me, and I froze as it sank in. 

"What's wrong," Julian asked, concerned by my stiffening up without an obvious reason. He went up beside me, touching his fingers to my cheek in concern. I rolled to face him, putting my hand on his waist and throwing my leg over his.

"Do you realize what's happening?" My odd question in contrast to my ear-splitting smile confused him.

"What do you mean? Us?"

"Yes. Us." I giggled at myself which confused him further, but at least he was smiling.

"I'm going to need a bit more information than that, babe."

"Just think about it, Julian. This is amazing. Incredible. Unbelievable. We're two people, in love, naked and having fun. Purely and simply."

I didn't care that I was interrupting his - our - plans, I wanted to talk about it. I was beautifully tangled in emotion, debilitatingly intoxicated by love. I was not about to act blasé and nonchalant, I wanted to scream it out to anyone who would be still long enough to listen. In this case, Julian was closest. 

He got a look in his eyes that was very near awe. "You're right."

"You're extraordinary, Jules. I love you - I'm going to say that again and again and again until you're absolutely sick of hearing it and wish you'd never told me in the first place. Just so you know." I giggled again, not at all unlike any number of the female students I teach, twenty years my junior.

"I will never get tired of hearing you say that. Because as you love me, I love you."

Our lips found each other again and sealed over one another, our tongues dancing together as our hands traced over each other's bodies. We touched each other equally, both giving and taking, mutually in need of constant, unrestrained contact. We kissed until we were on the verge of suffocating; I came away gasping.

"God, Julian, I need you so badly."

"I'm yours, Chris. Whatever you want, it's already yours."

I was a world entire away from want. "I need you. Inside me. Now."

He looked surprise. "Really?" He phrased it as a question, but it came out as more of a seductive purr. He rolled us so that I was on top of him and he was lying beneath, holding onto me by my ass. I let out a small gasp as our cocks rubbed against each other.

"Yes, really."

His fingers slipped between my crack and passively stroked along it. "Is this how you want it? Do you want to sink down onto me while I play with your cock? Do you want to ride me while I watch you writhe and moan over me until we both come?"

I almost came at his words alone. As it was, my breath caught and I felt myself get impossibly harder; he did, too. I could feel him straining against my thigh. 

"No," I managed to croak out. "I want you on top. I want to scratch your back and kiss you. I want to feel nothing but you all around me, on top of me, and inside me."

His fingers brushed against my hole and slowly began to massage. 

Despite that, he gave me a concerned look. "You're sure, Chris? I don't want to end up hurting you. You'd have more control on top."

I know, I don't care!

"I trust you," I said instead. "Believe me, I'm not a porcelain doll."

He gently pressed a finger into me, making me bite back a moan. It only took a moment for me to be accustomed to the intrusion, and he started to move it around in me. His other hand was kneading my cheek as he began to add a second finger. It didn't enter me as easily as the first, and though I'd never admit it to him, it even hurt a little. Without me saying anything, he somehow knew and looked at me sympathetically. I tried to quell his anxiety with a smile, but he wasn't buying it.

"We're going to need lube, Chris." 

Though it might have been uncomfortable, I was still loathe to move away from him. When I didn't move off of him, he removed his fingers from me and gave me a patient look. I got off with a groan.

"Don't give me that look," he chided me as he got out of bed. "Lie down."

I did as he directed, and a he was between my legs a second later; his lascivious smirk made my stomach flip. He slid his body over up over mine until he reached my lips. He kissed me briefly but deeply, then lowered himself again, kissing down my chest as he went. As he did, he squeezed a small glob of lube onto two of his fingers and began to work them inside of me. This time, he was met with only the slightest amount of resistance before I was eagerly accepting his digits inside me. He massaged me from the inside-out, making small circles that loosened me up in preparation for what was to come. He worked his fingers slowly out then back in several times, coming so close to the bundle of nerves inside me but never actually touching - purposefully, I knew. When he'd established a rhythm, he added then a third finger. As he pumped his fingers into me, he continued to nip and suck at my chest and torso. He dipped his tongue into my navel and I had to moan, surprised at how I could feel it go straight to my dick. 

"Oh, Julian, please."

He grinned up at me. "Isn't that funny, you're begging me now."

If he weren't lying down, he would've been able to see me roll my eyes. "You should know by now that I was born without shame. I'll beg you, baby. For as long as you want me to." 

"Is that a challenge, Haze?"

"No - it's a fact."

He rose up to his knees, carefully extracting his fingers from inside me. He gazed at me with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Oh, shit. Before he had a chance to make whatever threat he was obviously about to, I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him close. He fell on top of me, his arms landing on either side of me to catch himself. I claimed his snarky, sarcastic lips and savored how they moved with mine. I could feel his cock rub against my hole, but he didn't venture into me. We stared at each other as we pulled apart. I gave him a small kiss on his chin.

"Okay, I'm done, Jules. No more teasing. I want you and I need you, now."

He gave me a quick peck and went back between my legs wordlessly. He reached out his hand and grabbed a small pillow which he tucked beneath my hips, paying special attention as he lifted my ass off the bed. He leaned back and I watched in anticipation as he covered his cock with lube and dripped more down between my cheeks for good measure. He wrapped my legs around him, poised his tip at my entrance, and was still. He bent over me and kissed me adoringly, his hands gripping my thighs.

"You are exquisite, Chris," he murmured. "Absolutely mesmerizing."

I didn't have a response to that except to tighten my legs around him, pulling him as close to me as I could without actually taking him inside me. No, I wanted him to do that on his own accord. I was quivering beneath him with desire, but I wouldn't force anything. 

I didn't have to wait long for my wishes to be fulfilled. A half-second later, and I felt him cautiously pushing into me, making me moan lowly. Even through his hesitancy, he couldn't help his deep, almost animalistic groan. Every inch he sank into me felt divine and sent fire through my veins. I felt impossibly full when he bottomed out in me, and we both let out heavy, garbled sighs; all I could think was that being connected with Julian in such a way felt so right. Sex with Julian was so much more than simply trying to get off - it was an expression of our love and affection for each other. I was his; he was mine. 




Not One For Weddings Ch. 07



He groaned into my shoulder as he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. I moaned wantonly, being too loud but unable to feel embarrassed as I would've had I been with anyone else. I knew he appreciated my noisiness and wouldn't make me feel ridiculous or ashamed. As if he could read my mind, he flashed me a quick smile and nipped at my shoulder, biting and sucking; I knew he'd leave me with a mark. The knowledge turned me on even more.

"I'm so close," I whined, digging my nails into his back and the heels of my feet into his ass. 

"Fuck," he grunted into my neck. "It's so hot when you say that it just about makes me come on command."

He pumped into me erratically, a tell-tale sign that he was on the edge of erupting. His desire fuelled mine, and with a cry of his name, I hurled into a mind-blowing orgasm that had me clenching around him in a vice-grip. That was his undoing, and with another couple wild bucks into me, he screamed out his ecstasy and deposited himself deep inside me. We clutched at each other as we came, trying and failing to keep some sort of hold on reality. 

Julian collapsed atop me panting, his face buried in my neck. His weight on top of me was supremely comforting - he was tangible proof of what had transpired between us, and the only thing that could ground me to Earth. 

It was a long while before either of us spoke, or even moved. Once we'd gotten our breathing under control, we'd simply laid there holding each other. I would have been content to fall asleep like that, but the practicalities of life would not allow. 

My eyes were kissed open.

"I love you, Chris."

I gave him a goofy, sated, giddy grin. "I love you, too, Jules. You're fucking amazing, in every way." We shared a careless, clumsy kiss and smiled at each other like a couple of idiots. 

"I think we need a shower, babe."

As we were both covered in at least three bodily fluids, I had to agree with him. We got up unsteadily, leaning against each other for support. We took a quick shower, washing each other with soft caresses; I lathered his hair as he pulled me in for a kiss, while his hands kneaded my ass in a way that wasn't as sexual as it was soothing.

Back in the bed we were a tangle of limbs, just the way we liked it. Julian's arms bound me to him with his lips at my ear, whispering to me in a voice like honey.

"I love you, Haze. I'm yours. You have me, heart and soul, completely and entirely."

He sent shivers down my spine with each word he spoke. I could only soak in what he was saying, unable to come up with a response that wouldn't be repetitive and cliché. The best I could do was to squeeze his hand. Fuck, I am so in love with this man. His crooning voice wafted me to sleep.





Not One For Weddings Ch. 07



"You make the best fucking food ever, Jules. Hands down. No contest."

"Waffles and caramel bananas aren't exactly gourmet cuisine, but I appreciate the compliment."

He turned in his seat and lifted his legs, placing them over mine. He took my hands and I shifted to face him.

"Thank you," he murmured, playing with my fingers.

"You're welcome," I responded reflexively, though not understanding the sudden earnestness in his voice.

"I mean it, Julian. For last night," he clarified significantly. "For everything."

I gave his fingers a squeeze. "There's no need for thanks."

"Of course there is. Babe... Nobody else would get up in the middle of the night for me. Nobody would have gotten me out of the shower and take care of me like you did. Or hold me in their arms for an hour or more. Anyone else, when I said to leave me alone, they would have. You're the only one who cares about me enough to ignore my bullshit and get me to talk. You listened to me, comforted me... And god, Julian, you love me. That's unbelievable to me, that you still can say you love me after that."

"It would take a hell of a lot more to get me to stop loving you than an advantageous asshole who drugged and raped you." I spoke firmly, leaving no doubt that I meant what I said. "I want you, and I need you, and I love you, no matter what. Only you, Christopher."

I watched him as his eyes grew wide and his breathing uneven. "I love the way you say my name."

"Christopher," I whispered again with a soft grin.

He sighed. "You could probably read me the phone book and I'd still be a puddle by the end of it." 

I ran my hands along his legs, raising them over my hips. As I stood up he took no time in tightening his legs around me and pulling me close. I claimed his lips in a second, cradling his face with a solid grasp and invading his mouth without pretext. I was feeling oddly possessive over him, wanting nothing more than to consume him whole in any way I could. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging with small handfuls in a way he knew drove me insane. As if on command, I moaned into his mouth. My cock stirred in pants, but I wanted to focus on Chris.

I tore my lips away from his and started to kiss down his chin. Already, he was panting beneath me. My hands slowly traced over his body in a feather-light touch that had him arching his back, yearning for deeper contact. I was torn on wanting to dig my fingers into him and clutch him for all I was worth, or to hold him and caress him like the delicate, priceless treasure he was to me. My nails danced lightly over his back in a long line to his hips. He whimpered at the way I cautiously brushed over his skin, silently begging for me to quit my hesitance.

I was completely hopeless with the man.

I slipped my hands into the seat of his sweats and lowered them. The waistband carefully concealed his erection, but his gorgeous ass was gloriously exposed. I gripped his taut cheeks individually in an almost bruising hold that had him groaning deep and low in response. In contrast, I tenderly kissed his neck as his head lolled to the side. 

"Do you even know how you make me feel," he breathed huskily.

I nipped along his collarbone. "Tell me."

He let out a hoarse laugh. "You could make me fall into a trap of thinking we're the only two people in the world."

"Not a trap at all, love. With you, the Earth could collapse beneath my feet and I wouldn't know it until it was pointed out to me," I assured him as my lips continued their downward trek over his chest.

"If your lips were moving over me like this, I certainly wouldn't be the one to notice the ground of all things," he moaned.

Reaching his peaked nipple, I reached out my tongue to flick at it. His gasp was all the encouragement I needed to take him into my mouth, circling my tongue around the tightened bud. As I sucked on him, he made his characteristically appreciative noises that never ceased to make me hard as a rock. When I clamped my teeth around him, he just about shot out of the stool. He cried out and tugged on my hair, his eyes screwing shut - an absolute lusty delight. 

"What are you doing," he complained when I pulled away too soon for his liking, releasing his ass as I went.

I sank to my knees without a word, taking his pants with me and tossing them aside as if they offended me; considering that they hid Chris' naked body from me, that actually wasn't too far off. I slid my hands up his legs to his thighs, massaging as I went. While I kneaded the strong muscles with my hands, I licked and nibbled up the inside of his knee to his upper leg, so tantalizingly close to his protruding cock. I looked up at him to see his arms were sprawled over the counter behind him which he leaned on for support. He looked down at me with dark, desirous eyes, his breathing labored, legs wantonly thrown open in wait of me.

I climbed higher up his body, by-passing his dick, and going straight to his balls. The clean, musky scent of him filled my nostrils and made me crazy. I took one sensitive orb into my mouth and lavished it with all the deserved attention. I licked and sucked on one, palming the other meanwhile. He squirmed as I switched my hand and mouth with one another so I could pay equal tribute. When I was satisfied, and using his wriggling as guidance, I popped the sac out of my mouth and ran my nose along the underside of his cock. 

Arriving at the end of his length, I let my hot breath wash over him. Even as I knelt before him, I watched pre-cum leak from his slit. I felt the urge to taste him, and seeing as I had no real reason to resist, I did exactly that. With my eyes on his I brought his tip into my mouth, savoring his unique salty-sweetness. I lowered myself over him until my nose was buried in his crotch, stroking him with my tongue. I swallowed around him, eliciting a moan from above me at the way my throat constricted. Moving backwards, I brought my hand in to fondle his balls as I lavished his cock. I rolled them between my fingers, pulling gently. As I ran my tongue around the dripping head he let out a series of unintelligible nonsense that had me smiling and smug. I began to bob over him with vigor, moaning in hope to send the vibrations all the way up his spine. 

It was working.

"Julian..." He was interrupted by his own groaning when I flicked my tongue at his slit. "Oh, hell... I can't think," he hissed. He took a few breaths in before making another attempt at speaking something that resembled English. "Argh, Jules, stop. I'm going to come."

That's the point, sweetie. I ignored his pleading and continued to suck on him like he were my favorite popsicle. Really, I far preferred the taste of Chris to any frozen cherry dessert.

"Please stop," he whimpered, tugging at my hair. 

Reluctantly, I did as he asked - there was no way I could refuse him anything when he sounded so desperate. I looked up at him expectantly, but he was already sliding off the stool and falling to join me on the floor. He climbed into my lap, shedding me of my pants in the process, then wrapped his legs around me and brought me in for a hungry kiss. Our cocks slid against one another, slickened by combined pre-cum and saliva. Chris pressed himself flush against me, crushing our cocks between our bodies. I brought my knees up to cradle him with my legs and took his ass in my hands to hold him to me. Naturally, he was knotting his fingers in my hair. 

The moment was completely clumsy, full of awkward angles and sloppy kisses. The wood floor was hard and unyielding beneath us - and we were on the floor, of all places. We were a chorus of unrestrained groans and moans, not hiding one bit of the pleasure we were feeling from one another. Both of us were panting and nearly delirious with lust at the sudden closeness, and didn't take a second's time to consider a more comfortable location where we might continue our festivities. 

It was perfect.

We rocked against each other, the most movement that could be allowed lest our cocoon of arms and legs fall apart. The slight friction made for a slow build-up that tore through us like a fire, with only the smallest spark necessary for it to blow up. As we got closer our kiss grew more desperate and messy, and between us our stomachs were covered in clear, sticky fluid. Knowing the frantic, hazy state we were in was nearly enough to send me over the edge - I loved that I could reduce Chris to a quivering mess, that I could have him totally unashamed and abandoned of all reason.

I took one hand from its' death-grip on his ass and wriggled it between us. I grabbed hold of our cocks and rapidly stroked us together, sliding my hand over us in double-time. He writhed against me as best as he could, his cries getting even louder and more drawn-out. I was doing my best to hold back, wanting for Chris to come first and fill the space with the sound of his shouting as he erupted between us. I grunted into his mouth with increasing urgency as I fought to keep some sort of control over myself. 

It was about to be a losing battle.

"Come for me, baby," I begged him in a last-ditch effort.

Just as I felt the familiar tightening in my stomach, Chris was shuddering against me and we exploded simultaneously all over ourselves and each other. His feet dug into my back with more force than I would have anticipated, as I matched him with my hold on his ass cheek. We clenched around each other as we came - hard - for what felt like entire hours. When we had at last emptied ourselves, our limbs turned to gelatin; we sagged against each other, foreheads touching, exhausted and barely managing not to fall backwards onto the cold floor. 

I brushed my lips over Chris' slightly parted ones at some point after we'd returned to the planet. He half-assedly returned the chaste kiss without bothering to open his eyes. I stroked gently along his spine with my fingers.

"I love you," I whispered. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

"Love you too, Jules." 

"We should get off the floor."

He got up with a groan, pulling me up with him; I met him with a kiss. He regarded me with a sated, lazy expression that I'd come to recognize as characteristic of him after we'd enjoyed each other in such a carnal fashion. Coupled with his mussed hair that stood up on all ends and his as of yet unshaven face, I doubted there was a sexier man on the planet.

"You are seriously beautiful," I told him once we'd settled ourselves on the couch.

He gave me his shy smile that I so adored. "We need to get your eyes checked."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You're ridiculous, Christopher." He gave me a giggle and kissed my cheek.

"What's your last name," he changed the subject. 

"My name is Julian Lorenzo Asti."

"Julian Lorenzo Asti," he repeated musingly, as if to test out how the words sounded together. "I like it," he decided.

"I'm glad to hear it," I chuckled.

"No, really. It sounds...distunguished. A hell of a lot cooler than Christopher Ansel Haze."

I disagreed. I loved Chris' name; it was reliable and comforting, like him. I hugged him closer to me and brought my lips to his neck.

"You're a silly man."

"And you love me for it."

"That I do," I confirmed, my tone amused.

"Good. You'd better not stop any time soon."

"Never, love." 



Not One For Weddings Ch. 08



Chris

"Did you like the movie," Julian asked as I locked the door behind us.

He had chosen the movie that night - a documentary on waste dumping in some river or other; in any case, not exactly my idea of a thrilling cinematic experience. I spent most of it stuffing popcorn in my face and watching Julian's somehow entranced expression trained on the movie screen.

I offered a half-hearted shrug in response to his question. "It was fine."

He was not convinced. "Next time we'll watch one of the silly sci-fi movies coming out that you love," he promised with a peck on my cheek.

Movies aside, the man had also been frustrating me in other ways of late. I stepped towards him and took his face in my hands, bringing it to only inches away from mine.

"After an almost three-hour long documentary, that's the best kind of kiss you can afford me?"

He gave me a half-smile and pressed his lips against mine, too softly for my taste. Just as I made an attempt to deepen the kiss, he pulled abruptly away.

I was going insane.

"Julian, what the hell?"

"What?" He looked at me with confusion, but behind those hazel eyes revealed that the reason for my outburst was not so mysterious to him. Well, it was time for him to speak up.

"What's going on with you lately?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Yes, you fucking do know exactly what I mean. What's up with you? You've barely touched me in the past week. Why? Did I do something? Have you decided to revert to celibacy and forgot to tell me about it?"

It had been altogether too long since Julian and I had done anything more than cuddle at night; we'd hardly shared a proper kiss, and even when showering together he was being maddeningly chaste. For a relationship that was originally founded on a blowjob in a coat closet, intimacy was not an issue I would have expected to be facing with him at any point.

"Of course not, Chris. You haven't done anything."

"Then what gives? I can understand you not being in the mood, but it's been a week. And now I can't even kiss you? Why? We were fine - we were perfect. At least, I thought so, and I thought you did, too."

"Babe, we are perfect. We--"

"If that's true, then why doesn't it feel like it is? For fuck's sake, you told me you loved me and then - and now - nothing!"

"Christopher, I do love you." He took my hand and lead me to the couch, sitting us both down. He handled me cautiously, similarly to the way I imagined he handled the animals at work. Which was helpful, I'll admit - I was quick to get over-excited, and sometimes needed him to calm me down.

I looked at him expectantly.

"Chris..," he sighed and offered me a weak smile. "I'm not good at talking, you know that. Sorry."

"Fuck, I don't care if you start babbling in Italian, just talk to me."

"I'm an idiot, love," he began, making me smile slightly. As if I didn't already know that. He returned it and continued. "You told me about your past - and I'm honored that you trust me enough to have done so - but then the next morning we acted as if nothing happened at all. I mean, I got up and made waffles! What the hell kind of reaction is that? And then when you tried to bring it up after we'd eaten, I shrugged you off, kissed you, and had sex with you instead of talking. Jesus, Chris. How does that make me any better than the asshole who took advantage of you?"

I was incredulous. "Wait, what? Is that really how you feel, what you're so worried about?"

He nodded his head, somewhat sheepishly.

"Look, Jules, I love you. But if I want to talk about something - especially something important - a single kiss, even from you, isn't enough to completely derail me. You did not, in any way, take advantage of me. That's a preposterous idea."

"Is it, though? I basically ignored everything you'd told me the night before and all but forced myself upon you." He was looking frustrated, even guilty. He must really believe this. I would never, in a million years, have interpreted his actions the way he seemed to think I had.

"You didn't force anything upon me. Julian, it sounds like I have an entirely opposite recollection of what happened. I remember us having an amazing morning. And, for me, sex with you is the best thing ever. Bar none. But you...didn't you - did you not like it?" I was almost whispering by the time I stopped talking, not looking at him. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps he felt like he'd forced me because he hadn't felt I'd been into it. Maybe I didn't make him feel wanted. Maybe now...he doesn't want me. It had been years since I'd felt unsure of myself as far the bedroom goes, and the first time with Julian; it was a dreadful feeling, and so much worse because it was him.

With a finger, he tilted my chin up to meet his eyes again. "Don't think like that," he murmured. "That's not what I meant. At all. I'm crazy for you, in every possible way. Which is why I know I am such an--"

I was not about to listen to his self-deprecation again.

"Quit it! You're not 'an' anything, Julian. You know what you are? My boyfriend. End of story. Do you want to know why I didn't try talking more about Lucas? Because I didn't have to. There was no need. You listened to me, you comforted me, you held me and told me you loved me. I woke up to you making me breakfast and treating me exactly the way you always have, not like I was some broken doll that needs to be tip-toed around. You showed me that you still wanted me, even knowing my deepest, darkest secret. Then you started getting into your own head, and now you're pitying me; I hate pity. I absolutely cannot stand it. Believe me, there was no better way you could have reacted than exactly the way you did. So stop freaking out, stop speculating, and stop thinking you did something wrong."

He took a moment to absorb what I'd said, then gave me a crooked grin. "I guess you're not the only one who over-analyzes things, huh?"

I gave him a blank stare. Talk about an understatement. I scooted closer to him and looped my arms around his neck.

"Kiss me. Now. Please."

His hand went to the nape of my neck, and with almost painful slowness, he brought my face to his. He gave me a fluttering kiss, barely brushing our lips against each other before pulling back to look at me. His eyes searched mine for a beat, and after having found whatever he seeked, took my lips again with a tinge of urgency that hadn't been there the first time. As our mouths met I let out a deep sigh, lending him the opportunity to slip his tongue between my slackened lips. He took no time in doing so, gently probing in before taking what I was so freely offering. What started off as a soft, reconciliation kiss quickly progressed to something more passionate as our breaths became more shallow and we found ourselves being drawn even closer together.

"I love you, Chris," he breathed as I sucked along his throat. "Sorry for being an idiot."

"It's alright. As long as you're my idiot," I chuckled.

"Only yours, baby."

And for as much of an idiot as he could sometimes be, he always knew the right thing to say. I also found that I was equally turned on by him whether he was telling me how much he wanted to fuck me, or being stupidly romantic and sweet. At that moment he was invoking the latter, and all I wanted was to have his naked body sprawled out beneath me.

"You have about eighteen seconds to get undressed and in my bed," I whispered seductively into his ear.

And just like that I had a beautiful, educated, fully-grown man scampering to my bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind him. I followed him at an only just more leisurely pace; screw suave nonchalance, I needed the man like I needed air to breathe, and if pushed, he may even have won out between the two.

I arrived to find him sitting at the foot of the bed, leaning back on his hands. Spotting me, a smile spread across his features as his cheeks tinted a lovely shade of rose. I went to him and bent down for a kiss, pleased at the way he eagerly reached up for me. This time, it was his breath that escaped to perfume over me as I traced over his back. Our searching hands grew greedier as our kiss stretched on; mine to fondle his firm ass, his pawing at the hem of my tee in a fruitless attempt to remove it.

"Your shirt," he mumbled against my insisting lips.

I tried playing dumb. "What about it?"

"In my way," he complained, disregarding my amused tone.

I gave him a smirk that he ignored and moved back just long enough to allow him to remove the obstructive piece of clothing, which he took no care in throwing aside. He looked up at me through his lashes with his lower lip caught between his teeth, looking uncharacteristically subdued. He grazed lightly through my chest hair, capturing my hardened nipples between his fingers and giving them a hard tweak.

"I like you better without a shirt," he murmured, running his hands down my chest. "But I like you best with nothing on at all."

He fingered the waistband of my jeans for a moment before hooking his thumbs inside, beneath my underwear, and pulled them down together. My cock excitedly sprung out the greet him, already fully alert with a pearlescent dab of pre-cum at the tip. I shrugged my pants off the rest of the way as Julian's hand wrapped around the base of my cock and gave a delicate squeeze. He languidly smoothed over my dick with a teasingly gentle grip, his thumb flicking over the head before sliding again backwards. His careful hold on me didn't tighten as he pumped, which had me in a state of anticipative frustration; I longed for him to strengthen his grasp, but still enjoyed the build-up.

Until he stopped.

I looked down at him to see his eyes locked on mine, his lips slightly parted and determined to have me between them. I watched as his warm mouth enveloped me, his facial features softening as if he were the one being pleasured rather than I. A soft moan slipped out of me as his tongue twirled around my tip, making his eyes light up with amusement. He pushed his head forward over me, steadily swallowing my entire length until I was poking the back of his throat and his face was buried within my crotch. His hands reached out to my hips to pull me closer to him as if he couldn't get enough of me. He slurped his way back off until he was holding onto me just with his pursed lips, then again brought me entirely into the wet depths of his mouth. He bobbed over me enthusiastically, earning a steady stream of approving noises from me. I tangled my fingers in his messy hair, clutching at small handfuls when his tongue taunted me in an especially pleasing manner.

I took a bunch of his hair and used it to pull him off me. He gave me a look that was either upset or confused or both, but I was too busy attacking his mouth with mine to analyze in-depth. He was quick to adapt, opening his mouth and snaking his tongue out to meet mine. I held him tightly to me, my hands roughly exploring his body - manhandling him, really. Simply put, I wanted him, and I wanted all of him

I shoved him backwards onto the bed, taking him by surprise. His hair fell into his eyes that widened with excitement, his cock thwaping against his stomach. I climbed over him, pressing my body flush against his, and hungrily returned my lips on his. He threw his arms around my neck - and even that small action made me crazy for him. There was nothing more intoxicatingly heady than knowing that Julian wanted me as I did him.

Then, not wanting to risk the both of us suffocating - though if I had to die by suffocation, I could only hope it was at Julian's lips - I broke our kiss. I trailed my lips down his chin, sucked at his exposed neck, and lavished his panting chest. When I came upon a small, hardened nub, it was only an instant before my tongue was circling it. My suckling was rewarded with a sharp gasp followed by a low moan. I clamped my teeth around him, eliciting from him a little yelp. With my left hand I teased the other sensitive bud, while my right caressed along the side of his body. When he arched his back up to me, I slipped my hand beneath him and held him even closer. I released his nipple and brushed my lips across his chest to its twin, giving it the same treatment I had the first.

I felt him rubbing his pelvis up against me, searching for friction I had yet to provide him with. I dragged my lips down his chest and stomach, stopping at his navel. I dipped my tongue into it, mimicking the more intimate act to come, before continuing along his happy trail that ended in a tuft of neatly trimmed curls. I inhaled his sexy, clean scent that lingered there before moving on to bring his aching cock into my mouth. I lowered my mouth over him until my nose met his pelvic bone. I moaned around him, making him shudder and groan, his hands flying to grab a fistful of my hair. I pulled off him, my tongue making designs over him and whirling around his tip, and bowed over him again. And again. And again. Over and over until he was pulling fretfully at my hair.

"Stop, stop," he hissed, trying to pull me off him.

This only spurred me on to suck on him with more voracity. His hips bucked up and another groan escaped him. My name came out in a whimper as he begged for me to halt my efforts. Relenting, I slowly slid my mouth off his cock. I kissed down his shaft, licked delicately at his testicles, and nipped at his inner thigh.

"Turn over," I directed him.

Immediately he complied, confronting me with his gorgeous ass. I placed suckling kisses on the rounded cheeks, licked along the seam between them, then moved myself up over him. As I bent over him he turned his head back to look at me; I dipped down to claim his lips in a lingering kiss before taking to the back of his neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh. He shivered as I did, and continued to as I moved my lips across his broad shoulders, over his trim waist, and between his slim hips. I kissed the two little dents he had above his ass that may have been my favorite feature of his back, then nuzzled my tongue into the valley between his cheeks.

Quickly, I came upon his puckered hole; I massaged it gently, coaxing it to relax, and soon he was thrashing beneath me and eagerly receiving my tongue into him. I thrust into the tight ring of muscle, making it further loosen up, while I kneaded his ass with mild fingers.

"Chris," he panted breathily. "Please, love, I need you inside me."

That silly four-lettered word, when he said it to me, I'm sure would never fail to have me panting to please him in any way he desired. The man wanted to have me in his ass? So be it, I would be subject to his whim.

"Hand me the lube, baby," I requested him.

He raised his head, adorably disoriented, and frantically looked around him. I could plainly see it on the night-stand, but somehow his eyes completely glazed over it. Deciding it would be faster if I got it myself, I knelt over him and reached to retrieve the bottle of gel. As I did, he relaxed back into the mattress, resigning himself as useless in his lusty state.

I had to admire the erotic spectacle he made himself into: arms stretched forwards with his hands clasped together, head buried in the pillows, his back gracefully arched to present his lovely ass to me like a gift.

I sprinkled him with kisses as I assumed my position back between his spread legs that were tucked beneath him. Onto my fingers I applied a glob of lubricant and worked them gently into his ass; impatient as we both may have been, I wouldn't stand the possibility of hurting him. When I had three fingers stretching him and his ass pushing backwards desperate to receive me, I removed my digits from his hole. I coated my cock with more of the slick gel and pressed the head against him for a moment. At his insistent wiggling, I allowed myself to push into him, moaning as his tight heat surrounded me. When he had taken me to the hilt, I stilled inside him.

"You're okay, Jules," I groaned the question.

"More than okay," he huffed. "Don't stop."

I took hold of his hips and used them for leverage as I pulled almost completely out of him, then plunged back in. He cried loudly into the pillows, his body shuddering at the impact. Slowly, I built up a rhythm, gripping him tightly with my fingers digging into his smooth skin.

"Faster," his muffled voice demanded from the pillows.

Never one to deny the man in an arduous haze, I did just that. The volume of his moaning increased as I did, prompting a spike in my own desire for him. I pounded faster into him, hitting his prostate each time if his cries were any indication. My balls slapped against his ass with a small sting each time I slammed into him, serving only to further add to my enjoyment.

As I felt myself grow further to climax, I took my hand to his cock and stroked him in time to my thrusts. He whimpered at the dual sensations, spewing forth another dollop of pre-cum that I used to slide my hand over him. His snug channel contracted around me, luring from me a gravelly groan. I went harder into him and tightened my hand around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck, Chris, yes! So fucking good," he gasped, stretching out the Os in 'good'.

I was essentially jackhammering my cock into him by that point, my hand a flash around his steely prick. Our breathing was irregular and strained, both of us a chorus of satisfying cries. A warm heat churning in my stomach had me wildly bucking into him with frantic need.

"Come for me, Julian. Now."

A half-beat later, my grunted command was realized with a shout of my name. He shot jet after jet of lubricious white cream onto the sheets beneath him, spasming around me. I stopped neither my hand on his cock, nor my cock in his ass, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I could while his orgasm wracked through him. In turn, his ass rocked back against me and it was all I could do to let out a tortured moan, before succumbing and sending the evidence of my release deep into Julian's ass. I cried out his name intermingled with a couple of indistinguishable curses, burying myself as deeply into him as I could. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me, until at last I'd emptied myself fully and could hardly support my own kneeling frame.

We collapsed together onto the bed, with me still inside him. Our panting bodies sheened from our sweat, muscles tingling from our amorous union. My breath in his ear was hot and heavy, as was his, the both of us struggling to come down from our blissful high of pleasure.

Somewhere later, between two infinities and half of forever, I moved to lie beside Julian. He noted my stirring, and with a fair bit of effort on his part, turned so he could face me. He regarded me with beatific expression, totally sated and content. He reached a hand out to me and brought me in for a soft kiss.

"Love you, Chris."

I smiled like a complete moron. "Love you, Jules."

We lay together for a while longer, at some point deciding to shower. Under the hot water, we washed each other with more affection in those twenty minutes than we'd exchanged in the entirety of the past week combined. More than once, Julian would grab me - by my hips, my hand, my hair - to give me a firmly-placed kiss. I hardly stopped touching him the entire time - either massaging him here, or flitting a caress there.

And while I reveled in our shared tenderness, I couldn't help but draw parallels between our passionate night and the strained week that had preceded it. Honestly, I had been more hurt by Julian's rebuffs, though well-meaning, than I wanted to admit. Every time he'd pulled away from my kiss, or said he was 'tired' (how cliché could the man get?), or brushed my hand off him and placed it back into my lap had taken a shot at my confidence - and I was a confident guy. I didn't doubt his feeling for me, not by a long shot, but that he didn't talk to me about what was bothering him sooner concerned me a bit.




Not One For Weddings Ch. 08



Back in the bedroom we laid down facing each other, both of us with one hand on the other's hip. My fingers traced along the curve of his body.

"We're not doing this again," I murmured.

His crooked grin made a reappearance. "What, not have sex for a week?"

I flicked his navel, which only succeeded in making him laugh. I rolled my eyes at him, but smiled.

"Really, Jules."

"Okay, what's up?"

"No more clamming up on me. If there's a problem, talk to me. Always, always talk to me. Please, because I can't stand the guessing game and walking on egg shells."

His hand gave me a gentle squeeze. "As ever, love, you're right. I just... I felt like I was taking advantage of you, having sex with you so casually after everything you'd told me. Not at all because of anything on your part," he stressed, making sure my earlier worries didn't arouse themselves again. "But like you, I obsess - and I obsess over you. I adore you, Chris. I felt like a shit, no better than the fucker who hurt you."

The man was unbelievable.

"You're insane, do you know that? I mean, you're completely and utterly insane." The corner of his lips twitched up into a half-grin. I placed a hand on his cheek and continued speaking. "Listen to me, babe: you cannot compare yourself to Lucas, understand? That's the rule. Not in any way, shape, or form; no hinting, no allusions; no guilting yourself with this imagined outline of something that never happened. Deal?"

His eyes tightened and he opened his mouth to say something, but I covered it with my hand and spoke again before he could begin. "The only acceptable response is 'yes'. Anything else means you're breaking the rule."

He said nothing. I sighed.

"Julian, you can't think like this. I love you - do you know what that means? You are my choice. Lucas was forced upon me; there was nothing about him that I consented to, that I ever did or ever would. But the key thing here is that that's in the past. You, my dear worry-wart, are the present. You are my present, and my future if you'll have me."

I could see in his eyes my words taking effect, and knew that he was taking me at face value. Then, his lips were softly pressing against mine. The kiss, short but deep, said more than his words or any could hope to express. As we pulled apart, our eyes were locked on each other; and, oh, those empyreal hazel eyes of his, flecked with gold and swirled with green. Focused on me, of all people in the world.

"I am so yours," I mumbled to him. "Jules, if you don't know that by now then you're blind and deaf. Let me make that clear to you, in no uncertain terms: I'm yours, anything you want or need from me - body, mind, and soul. Yours."

"Have I told you recently how amazing you are?"

I grinned at him. "I am great, aren't I?"

He rolled his eyes at me, but a smile painted his face at my returned cockiness. "You could, however, do with a lesson or two in humility."

"Whatever."

With that, I quickly moved to sit atop him, straddling his lap. I pinned his hands above his head and dipped down to give him a hard kiss, pulling away only when we were both struggling to breathe correctly. I gazed down at him smugly; I knew he loved it when I was on top of him like that. He gave me a simpering grin.

"Though I will concede that a bit of arrogance suits you," he amended. Releasing the hold I had on his wrists, I stroked his hair while his hands went to my hips. He pulled me down for another kiss, this time soft and unassuming, before shifting us so that he was behind me, his leg thrown over mine, full lips at my neck.

And as silly as it sounds, I felt so safe in Julian's arms. It's not as if he was some sort of overly-muscled hulk of a man at ten feet tall with an intimidating presence who's gaze would strike fear into the souls of anyone who dare cross him. Hell, he was maybe an inch taller than me and played with dogs for a living (okay, that may have been an exaggeration, but he poked fun at my career enough that it was well-deserved). It was hard to deny, though, the sense of invincibility I felt with the weight of his arm around me.

And then the sound of a Queen song burst my bubble of contentment.

"Have I mentioned yet that my family has terrible timing," I grumbled as I reached to grab my phone. "What's up, Drew," I answered in a dull voice.

"Why do you always sound so grumpy when I call you?"

"Why do you choose the worst times to call me?"

"Oh, are you with Julian?" She sang his name out exaggeratedly.

"Yes, I'm with Julian." At hearing his name, his lips pressed against me, relieving some of my annoyance towards my sister.

"Tell him I say hi."

"She says hi," I relayed her message to him with a roll of my eyes. He nodded in acknowledgment and nibbled at my neck to make me smile. "Okay, I told him," I said to Drew, my smile evident voice

"I can tell, you all of a sudden sound like you don't detest me."

"I don't detest you; it's more of a mild distaste," I teased her.

"I'll remember that come Christmas and all you get from me is a lump of coal. Hey, do you think Julian would want to come to Mom and Dad's for Christmas?"

"That's three months away," I tried to keep her obsessive planning at bay. "Don't go and start micro-managing yet. At least wait until November before making him feel too awkward and uncomfortable. He's still a flight risk," I added, more to get a reaction out of Julian than anything. He glared at me and bit the back of my neck with the pinch of my nipple. I openly laughed, not caring that Drew was listening and would surely give me shit for it later.

"Chris, are you still there? On my end all I can hear is this absurdly thrilled voice not dripping with disdain, and I know that can't be you."

"Why can't it be? I'm with someone who doesn't make it a point to get under my skin at every turn." Even as I spoke, I felt a set of teeth playfully gnawing on my ear lobe and I could hardly mask the laughter in my tone. "Someone who, by the way, won't let me focus on my phone call!" I elbowed his ribs in mock-frustration.

"Chris? God, you have it bad, don't you?"

"I do," I sighed with faux-wistfulness. "I think we both do."

"Ugh, you're disgusting," she lightly ridiculed me.

"I know, it's horrible. Being happy. What a bore I've become."

"No, that's something you've always been, bro."

"Maybe so," I allowed her with a chuckle. "But it seems to be working for me."

"You're really happy, aren't you," she mused. "Like, Mom and Dad level happy - the kind that we used to make fun of them for when we were kids."

That was a heavy implication for her to be making. Certainly, our parents had a perfect relationship, or as close to perfect as it gets; but they'd also been married for nearly thirty years. Accepting that...Drew wasn't too far off in her assumption. I was stupidly, ridiculously, insanely happy and in love with Julian.

"I guess you're right, Drew. We're pretty damn happy."

"Can he hear me?"

Her voice had lowered, taking on a more serious note. "No, why?"

"Do you think he'll be the one you marry," she asked, point-blank, no hint of teasing in her voice.

"Woah, Diem, slow down there." I suddenly wished I were alone so that I could explain to my sister without worrying about Julian. "That's a conversation for another day, okay? Preferably a bit more on the future, and without you the instigator of it."

"Alright, alright, sorry. I know it's soon, but you know Dad proposed to Mom after just two weeks. Although, they didn't get married until three years later, so you may have a point."

"Thank you. Anything else, inquisitive pest? Before you called, we were trying to go to sleep."

"No, I've given my night's fill of innappropriate questions. I'll be sure to tell Mom everything, along with my own take and speculations."

"Of course you will. You know, it'd be a nice gesture on your part to perhaps, here's a crazy suggestion, not repeat everything I say to you to our mother."

"Hush, I have enough respect for you that I wouldn't tell Mom about that last question. Unless you say I can..."

"No, let's make that abundantly clear now, the answer is no." She laughed her witch's cackle, pleased at having gotten to me.

"Fine, I'll abide by that. See you later, goodnight."

I hung up and put my phone on the night-stand, shaking my head.

"You talk about me to your sister," Julian noted. He didn't say it either negatively or positively, but in a sort of subdued observational tone.

"I do," I confirmed with a shrug. "Really, aside from all the crap she gives me about, well, everything, she's a good listener. I tell her almost everything. These days, she can't get enough about you." And I love to brag about you.

"I'll castrate you if you divulge details about our sex life," he muttered. "And I'm rather fond of your genitals, so please don't make me have to remove them."

I couldn't help my laugh. "Jules, I do have some level of tact."

His arms constricted tighter around me, placing a peck on my cheek. "I love you, Chris. Your balls are safe for now."

*****

It was a couple of days later, Julian and I were going to a sports bar to meet a couple of his friends to watch a football game. He said didn't really follow the sport, but enjoyed it enough that he'd go out when invited to watch it.

I...was not a sports person.

"Didn't you ever play sports in school," he asked me as we walked into the building that smelled of beer and chicken wings; not an altogether off-putting aroma.

"No, never. It's a miracle I passed gym class."

"That's a shame; I bet your ass would look great in a pair of those tight pants athletes wear. Or a jockstrap," he leered at me.

"It's not the clothing I have objections to." He started towards the bar, but I had to use the restroom. I saw no obvious signs as to where it was, and had to ask Julian.

"It's over there," he pointed to where there were two doors: one had a baseball bat painted on it, the other a glove. What does that even mean?

"Follow up question: am I a bat or a glove?"

"The bat is the men's," he laughed.

"I'll be back in a minute. Get me a drink."

"Okay." He leaned in closer to me, his lips at my ear. "And I promise I won't spike it." He pulled away with a smirk on his face, contrasting my wide-eyed expression.

I let out a shocked laugh. "That's not funny, Jules!"

He gave my nose a kiss. "It's a little funny."

I shook my head at him, but was still laughing. I turned away from him and walked towards the baseball bat. "You're a bad person," I called to back to him, my voice colored with amusement.

*****

Julian

I ordered a beer for Chris from the slight bartender with spiky brown hair and a tight black tank top, who quickly flitted away to gossip with another server. I was still smiling from my rather dark joke when I saw two familiarly bald heads meandering towards me.

"Over here, guys," I called to them.

"Hey, Julian," the taller of the two, Miles, greeted me. "We would've been here earlier, but Tony here doesn't seem to grasp that the world doesn't revolve around him."

"Not true," Tony defended himself as he slid onto a stool. "If Miles didn't have his shit everywhere, I wouldn't have to clear a path just to get to the bathroom."

I grinned at their usual superficial bickering. "It's alright, we just got here a couple of minutes ago."

Miles' eyes gleamed. "Oh, yes, where is the second part of we?"

"Restroom...actually," I looked back to see Chris emerging from the baseball bat door. "Here he comes." He walked over to our small group and stood beside me. "Chris, these are Miles and Tony."

"So you're the teacher he won't shut up about," Miles said by way of greeting.

Chris grinned and gave me a raised eyebrow. "I'd better be. Otherwise he has a lot of explaining to do later."

I rolled my eyes at him and handed him his beer. "Here, drink this. Don't encourage them."

"No, no, please encourage us," Tony insisted. "We're running low on things to laugh at this guy about. He's a hell of a lot of fun to tease." Miles nodded in agreement.

Chris took a seat beside me. "Sorry, I'm under threat of castration if I tell anything worth listening to."

Of course, they laughed at that. "Yeah, he can be pretty uptight about that kinda thing," Miles accepted. "I've known him since he first moved here and he's hardly any less prudish than when he first met me."

Chris and I exchanged a look at the 'prudish' remark, undoubtedly recalling our first meeting that had been anything but. He smirked back at them. "Sure, sure."

Miles' face lit up. "What does that mean?"

"It means you guys have to get your noses out of matters that are none of your concern," I put a stop to his line of questioning that would only end up with me flushing. "I don't badger you and Tony about your private life."

What was meant to be a deterrent, Miles took as a challenge. "Let me tell you, then, that while I was driving us over here, Tony--"

His mouth was swiftly covered with Tony's hand, cheeks aglow. "Why don't we get you something to eat," he said to his inappropriate companion.

"I'm not hungry," came Miles' muffled response.

"I just want something to stuff into your mouth and shut you up."

"Speaking of something stuffed in someone's mouth--"

Chris, Miles and I all had to laugh at Tony's reddened complexion. "Let's watch the game," he muttered and stared fixedly at a television passing a fantasy football commercial. Miles patted his back in an attempt to lighten his mood; as his stiff shoulders relaxed, it seemed to work. We turned our attention to the beginning game, and I noticed Chris' brows wrinkled in confusion.

"They have food here," I said to him. "The home fries are really good."

His eyes perked up, glad to have a distraction from the sports game. "Okay. Do you want anything?"

"I'm fine."

I turned back to the T.V, and vaguely heard Chris ordering from the bartender. He seemed to be engaging Chris in conversation, and his provokingly high-pitched giggles bothered me more than they should have. Chris, naturally flirty and talkative, was only the reason for them. I tried to listen in to what they were saying.

"Why are you talking to me instead of watching the game," the brunette used a maddening baby-voice.

"I far prefer interacting with actual people to watching athletes running around on a screen."

"You realize this is a sports bar," the lithe server giggled again. "Most people here don't give me the time of day, let alone are as friendly as you."

"I have a lot of practice."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," he purred in response, finding an innuendo where none had been implied. Chris, to his credit, at least had the decency to shift in his seat. The bartender's attention was then called by an impatient looking young woman, and with a wink and a promise to return quickly, he unwillingly went to perform his job.

I said nothing to Chris in regards to his new 'friend', not wanting to be ridiculous. Out of the corner of my eye, I paid attention to the server; he was not nearly as sociable with his other clients as with a certain teacher at my side. He returned a few minutes later, food in hand, which he set down with a flourish. The way his fingers brushed against Chris' for too long didn't escape me.

"Hope you like these, honey." I too much enjoyed the tightening in Chris' eyes at the pet name.

"I'm sure they'll be delicious, thank you."

Again, the attention of the bothersome brunette was called. He bustled away, but not before taking the liberty to squeeze the fingers of the man I was beginning to grow irritated with. I took out my phone and sent him a text.

Tell happy Mr. Bartender to keep his hands to himself!

Why, are we the jealous sort, Jules?

I could almost feel his teasing smile through the words on the screen.

Not at all. But remember that I don't share. And I certainly don't share with giggly little twinks.

I heard a his soft chuckle beside me.

See, now that sounds like the tone of someone who's jealous.

I'm not jealous...I'm...possessive? That sounds worse.

You probably don't want to hear this, but I think you're adorable when you're being jealous/possessive.

Yeah, well, let's see how adorable I am when I have your balls in my mouth.

"Can I get you another drink," the overly-friendly bartender offered my now thoroughly amused blonde, interrupting our conversation. I shot him a dirty look he didn't see.

"Yes, please. Can I get a glass of water, too?"

"Sure thing, cutie. Trying to pace yourself?"

"No, but I think my boyfriend here is a little thirsty." He gestured towards me, and graciously left out the rest of his thought, which surely went something along the lines of 'thirsty for attention, the jealous idiot'.

The bartender gave me a brief look of undisguised distaste and turned to get the drinks. He handed over them wordlessly and left again with his face twisted into a scowl to serve an arriving group of men in sports jerseys. I took a drink of the water to try to hide my over-large beam.

I felt a soft pair of lips at my ear. "I know who I came with, baby, and I know who I'm leaving with."

He sat back, looking altogether too proud of himself. I stuck my tongue out at him, serving only to further enhance his smugness. He brought his beer to his lips.

As the night wore on, I discovered something about Chris: when it came to alcohol, he was a lightweight. He had a buzz going on by the time he'd finished his first beer, and by the third he was drunk. He also got more handsy with each sip of the light beer, his hands starting out to occasionally hold mine, to constantly touching my arms and running along my legs. Every time I looked at him, he'd give me his best attempt at a coy smile and bite his lip.

"Have I told you how hot you look in all black," he murmured, fingering the neck of my tee.

"Only three times in the last twenty minutes."

"Oh, that's right," he giggled. Unlike the squeaky little bartender, I loved the sound of Chris' musical laughter. He slid his hand into the neck my shirt and gave my shoulder a soft squeeze. "But you do look hot."

I delicately removed his hand. "We need to get you home."

"Now there's an idea," he lilted, standing up too quickly and holding onto my shoulders to steady himself. I stood up somewhat more gracefully and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him to me. I lead him to stand before Miles and Tony.

"See you two later--"

"Julian's taking me home now," Chris sang out loudly. We all had to laugh at his dramatics, and he joined in guadily.

"Yeah, he definitely needs to go to sleep. Have a nice night, guys." They waved us away, chuckling at Chris' theatrical display of affection as he clumsily tried to place kisses on my lips and neck.

I gave his cheek a peck. "When did you become so flamboyant?"

He went to nuzzle my chest. "After the second beer, I think. Why, do you mind?"

"Not in the least, love." I stuffed him into my car, and he watched me walk around to the driver's side with a longing stare.

"Your ass looks really, really good in those jeans," he complimented me, reaching over the center console to pet my thigh. I moved his hand back.

"I can't drive with you distracting me like that," I said in response to his disgruntled look. "Put your seatbelt on."

He leaned back into his seat with a melodramatic sigh, but did as I asked. "I kinda liked it when you got jealous earlier."




Not One For Weddings Ch. 08



"I could tell. I liked it when he stomped away all pissy-like."

He shifted in his seat to turn to me with an exaggerated deliberateness; over-correcting for his inebriated state, trying to look more coordinated than he was. And failing. I tried to hide my amused smile.

"Jules," he drawled.

"What's up, babe?"

A goofy grin appeared on his face. "I love you. And I'm glad you're not mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at you?"

He shrugged. "Because I was being friendly with the bartender. Or because I drank a little too much. I probably embareassed you in front of your friends."

"Love, you could never embaerass me. How would you think so? I don't care if you got drunk - you're a grown man, and it's not like you make a habit of it. As for the bartender, I know that you're just a flirty person by nature. Anyways, you're mine," I reminded him with a wink, referencing his earlier declaration. "Everything else in nothing but fluff, so long as you're in my bed at the end of the night."

His smile grew impossibly wider. We drove the rest of the way to my place in a comfortable silence, though Chris' wandering hands continuously managed to find ways to touch me. I dragged his yielding form out of the car and into the building while he sprinkled me with lazy kisses. I lightly pushed him through the door so I could lock it behind me, only to have him wrap his arms around me and sloppily run his mouth over my neck - supposedly kissing me, but really succeeding just to amuse me with his drunken affection. I turned around and held him to me - under the guise of leading him safely to the bedroom, though we both knew I just loved to have him in my arms.

"Alright, drunkie, let's ge you to bed."

"You want to bed me, Julian," he fluttered his lashes at me.

"I rather meant for the purpose of sleeping, love."

"You're no fun anymore," he grumbled.

We arrived in the bedroom then. Chris obligingly sat on the bed as indicated without my having to pester him. I hastily undressed him but for his boxer briefs, and stood up.

"You're not done yet," he complained when I pushed him down onto the bed, obviously not intending to strip him completely.

"I am, actually. Those are staying on tonight." I picked his clothes up from the floor and headed towards the en suite. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Wait for me!"

"No, your gorgeous ass is not leaving that bed. Go to sleep."

I closed the bathroom door behind me, effectively drowning out his slurred protests. I deposited his dirty clothes into the laundry basket, and added mine in as well. I took a swift shower, then returned to my beloved charge with a towel around my hips.

"Julian!" He sang my name out, proudly waving his underwear above his head like a flag. I had to admit, he was a pretty adorable drunk.

"Didn't I tell you to keep those on?

He ignored my question. "Come to bed, Jules." He patted the empty space beside him in an inviting gesture for me to join him. I first put on a pair of underwear before going to him.

"You're supposed to be naked," he pouted.

"You're supposed to be asleep," I countered.

"I'm not tired," he whined, sounding not unlike a restless six-year-old. He shifted so that his chin was resting on my chest and he was looking up at me with twinkling eyes. "Maybe you should try tiring me out, first."

"It's late, you should be tired by now."

"Well, I'm not. And I know exactly what would get me tired right now."

He placed sloppy kisses all over my chest, nibbling up my neck, until he reached my lips. He kissed me hurriedly, his frantic hands going to toy with my nipples, doing everything in his power to push his suit.

And though I so adored him, there was no part of me that could be aroused by my drunken darling. I pulled away from him as gently as I could.

"Christopher, let's just go to sleep."

He groaned with frustration. "But I don't want to go to sleep."

"I do. Goodnight."

As ever, he wasn't in the mood to be compliant. He got up onto his knees - somewhat unsteadily, but determined - and knelt over me, legs spread on either side of me. He bent to give a persistent kiss; I held onto his hips and kissed him back, but didn't progress my actions into anything further. He pulled away with a glare, but a topical one - he wasn't angry.

"You're not going to do this, are you?"

His alcohol-scented breath washed over me, and I couldn't stop the memories of a man whose breath perpetually smelled of alcohol that flitted through my mind.

"You're drunk, Chris. That would just be wrong of me."

He flopped back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. "You're too careful sometimes, Jules."

"You know it's because I love you."

He turned around and came close to me, clasping his hands behind my neck and bringing me in for a soft kiss. "I know, and I love that you love me."

"Good. Now let's go to sleep."

With a relenting sigh, he turned over and allowed me to hug him to me. I gave his neck a kiss and whispered sweet words into his ear, intermittently speaking in Italian because he'd told me how much he loved it. I felt him morph almost into jelly in my arms.

"You know that I want you," he breathed in a drowsy voice.

I smiled against his skin. "I know."

"I'd want you even if I weren't drunk."

"I know."

It wasn't long before I felt his breath even out in sleep. I slipped off my underwear, safe in the knowledge Chris wouldn't be so easily distracted in slumber, and pressed myself to him. I silenced out intrusive thoughts from the past and focused on the man in my arms, whose being alone was enough to justify the existence of the universe.

*****

A moan was what woke me up.

Mine or Chris', I wasn't sure, but the one that followed was definitely mine. I was almost painfully aroused already, and as I woke up, it became obvious why: my cock was nestled between Chris' cheeks, though not inside him. I also became aware of either my grinding against him, or him onto me; that, too, was unclear. All I knew for sure in that moment is that I didn't want the pleasant sensations to stop. So much for honoring him when he's vulnerable.

I continued moving against him in a hazy state between sleep and sex. My nose was in the crook of his neck, and all I could smell was his body and a trace of the Old Spice he used. A soft, small whimper reached my ears, so quiet I wasn't sure I'd heard it at all.

"You awake, Chris," I muffled the question in a gravelly voice.

Another moan permeated the air - this time, one I was quite familiar with. It was one of Chris' characteristic sounds of pleasure that I'd grown to know so well. A less discerning ear might mistake it for the sound of someone just coming out of sleep; I knew it for what it was, and for whom.

"Julian," came his breathy sigh.

We rocked together, with and against, hissing through our teeth and not sharing words. It took only a minute before I felt Chris reaching his arm out, then returning with a bottle he pressed into my hand that had been holding onto his hip. Taking his oh-so-subtle hint, I coated my fingers with the slick gel and nudged them between his firm cheeks. He jutted his ass out in assistance, making it easier for my digits to locate his eagerly awaiting hole.

Carefully, I massaged around the tightened bud, relaxing it with teasing fingers. Soon, my coaxing had the desired results, and I gently prodded him with a singular finger. His groan came out loud and clear, an encouragement to go on with what I was doing. I entered a second into him and moved the two around, circling and stretching him. Then, a third. In, out, around - whatever elicited his sweetly drawn-out moans. He mewled in response to everything, and began moving back in counter to my movements, his ass meeting my palm with my fingers inside him.

"Mmm, please, Jules...just...fuck," he panted discoordinately.

I didn't need to be told twice, and hastily took my fingers out of him. I threw my leg over his hips and brought the leaking head of my cock to his expectant hole. I applied more lubricant onto my tool, then began to press myself into him. His breath drew sharply in, prompting me to pause, but followed with a moan that urged me onward; or, rather, inward. His searing heat enveloped my cock, drawing from me a groan into Chris' neck. As I bottomed out inside him, I held him tighter to me and took hold of his chin, turning it back towards me. We shared a hard kiss, full of lusty desire.

"Please, babe," he gasped when our lips separated. "Just go fast and hard."

With a groan, I did exactly that. I pulled out of him until I was just barely still inside, then sank roughly back in. He let out a loud cry of delight, and I repeated the action to deliver from him another similar response. I kept a quick pace, inkeeping with his request, and revelled in the feel of his ass hitting my pelvis with each inward thrust. I skimmed my hand over his hips to grasp his achingly hard cock and treat it to long, purposeful strokes. I felt him quiver against me, his hot channel twitching around me. I ran my thumb over his slit, knowing how great it felt and how responsive he was, and was rewarded with a shuddering gasp.

"I'm...oh, Julian," he turned his head and gave me a frantic, sloppy kiss, while I steadily plunged my cock in and out of his perfect ass. I returned his kisses with an equal neediness, and could feel a particular churning and bubbling in the pit of my stomach. He asked for fast, I suppose.

"Christopher, I'm going to come," I rasped tensely as I heaved unrestrained into him.

"Yes, yes, come inside me," he pleaded as his ass met against me thrust for thrust.

A few more desperate pumps, and I was shooting my liquid desire inside Chris' lovely, lurching ass. I gasped into his neck as he spasmed and clenched around me, his tight muscle seeming to be determined on milking me of every last drop I had to offer. One tortured moan later, and he joined me in our mutual release of pure pleasure. Still in my arms, I could feel him quaking as the force of his orgasm ran through him, bucking himself against my hand that encircled him and faithfully smoothed over him.

Moments later, both spent and sated, we made small groaning sounds as we caught our breaths and returned to our senses. I panted into his neck, in time to the rise and fall of his own body that tried to return to its normal rhythm. I released his satisfied cock and crushed him to me with my arm, my own deflated dick slithering out of his warm depths.

"Good morning," he amused voice greeted me, if somewhat belatedly.

"Yeah, no shit," I chuckled, kissing his neck.

He turned around and we moved together to kissed properly. I felt his smile against my lips, and pulling away, I had to admire the beautiful look on his face. His blonde hair was in a state of disarray, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and crinkled in the corners with silent laughter that came so easily to him. Lips made to be kissed; a jawline that begged to be licked.

"What the hell was that," he demanded with a grin, snapping me out of my reverie, his fingers going to my hair.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I think I know how we're waking up from now on."

We weren't ready yet to get up and be productive, so we stayed a while longer in bed simply holding and caressing each other. I dusted his face with tiny kisses, which earned me his shy smile that somehow still managed to brim with excitement. The sweetly adoring look he gave me had me suddenly understanding the term 'madly in love' - because it made absolutely no sense, it was actually insane, how much I loved him. I didn't think there was anything I wouldn't have done for him; truly, mad. I couldn't resist pressing my lips to his again.

"You're pretty funny when you're drunk," I grinned at him.

He gave me a grin of his own. "Am I, now?"

"You are. And apparently horny, too," I mocked him lightheartedly.

"No, Jules, that's just the effect you have on me." Considering our morning, it was obvious he had the same effect on me.

"We should get up," I suggested, tracing his lips with a finger.

"We should not," he groaned. "Why do you like to get up so early?"

"I've always gotten up early," I shrugged. "When I worked at the bakery, I had to be there by four in the morning. Uncle Sal would've killed me if I were ever late; it's still stuck with me, at least a little bit."

He shifted again, biting on his lower lip. "I didn't know it was your family you'd worked with."

"They may as well have been. Mary and Uncle Sal - but everyone calls him that."

His eyes lit up at my sharing information on my past. "How long did you say you worked there, again?"

"Since I was twelve, until I went to college. And any time I stop by, even now, they won't hesitate to put me to work. I always hung out there with their daughter, Danielle, and they knew my parents since they went to the same church. I naturally ended up with a job."

"You don't mind talking about them like you do your parents," he observed.

"Like I said, they're more my family than my 'actual' family. Save for Zita, and maybe my mother."

I saw in his eyes a million questions, and could feel the tightening of my own; talking about me was outside of my - admittedly small - comfort zone. I think he noticed my apprehension, because I could see him quell his curiosity and he instead rested his head on my chest.

"So you won't just stay in bed with me," he murmured.

"It seems like I'm being useless when I don't do anything," I explained. "Like I'm wasting time."

At hearing that, he got up with an impish grin and laid on top of me, tugging at the blanket. He brought the blanket over our heads, effectively cutting out the rest of the world and wrapping us in our own warm little cocoon.

"Won't you waste time with me, Jules," he whispered with kisses along my shoulder, throat, and jaw. "Forget about being useful and productive. Let's get lost in each other, and watch crappy movies, and get pizza delivered from a high school kid that smells like pot."

I grabbed his face and brought it to mine, giving him a longing kiss at the picture his words painted.

"Okay," I acquiesced.

He made an excited noise and looked at me triumphantly. "You're awesome."

"Haze, you make me crazy."

"The good kind, or the bad kind?"

"That, love, is for me to know and you to wonder."

"Ass," he teasingly muttered.

I laughed and clutched him to me. "Yours." 



Not One For Weddings



"I'm going to go make myself presentable," I told him.

"Alright, I'll be sitting back at the table."

Risking the chance that someone would catch us, I pressed Julian against the door with my body. I kissed him, hard, while he held me to him by my ass.

"I can't wait to get you naked," I whispered as I pulled away, before hurrying to the restroom.