Parts 1 & 2
DeAnna Zankich
Sequel is | Storm Warning
Summary: Stuart makes a new friend at work and she turns out to be quite the little troublemaker.
Warnings: Nonee
"We should ask her to dinner," he said, putting away the last of the dishes. "You get on so well. I'd like to meet her."
Stuart sat on the kitchen counter with his lean legs folded under him, sipping a glass of red wine. He'd been chattering endlessly
through dinner about a new person at work--a woman called Kate Stephani who was in Manchester on a temporary transfer
from Thrive's New York office. She was there to assist with the promotion of a huge fundraiser next month. Kate was friendly
with the chairwomen of the event and they had requested her specifically to come across the pond and handle it. Burton had
originally assigned the project to Stuart but he had been happy to be rid of it. Since Kate arrived, he'd spent almost every day of
the last week with her going over the transfer of the project. The two were getting on like a house fire.
"That's a great idea," he said. "I think you'll like her, Vince. She reminds me of myself. But, with red hair and breasts and an
American accent." He giggled and swirled his wine in his glass. "I've told her ALL about you."
"Uh oh," Vince said. Knowing Stuart, this Kate probably already knew every little detail of their sex life. "I hope you've exercised
some discretion."
The handsome brunette shrugged. "She got me drunk and I just started talking about you. I'm always thinking of you, so you were
on my mind. She asked me all these personal questions and rather . . . enjoyed answering them. I think it turned her on hearing
about it." He grinned, boyishly. "Gay sex. She's married. It's all new to her."
Vince dropped a hand onto his hip. "What the `ell have you told her, Stuart?"
Oozing mischief, Stuart shifted on the counter and dangled his legs over the edge. "Don't worry, luv. She won't tell anyone. But
she's dying to meet you. In fact, she wanted us to take her down to Canal Street this weekend."
Vince hung the dishtowel on the handle of the fridge and walked over to where Stuart sat, placing his hands on either side of the
brunette's lean hips. He tipped forward until their bodies touched and Stuart's legs wound around his back.
"What have you told her?" he asked again, his voice low, caressing.
Stuart chewed his bottom lip as he swayed gently on the counter, clasping Vince's hips between his thighs and rocking him. "I'm
becoming friends with her," he said. "We talk about everything--like you do when you're just getting to know someone
interesting."
He shook his head, his cheeks burning with blush. "If you want to talk about our sex life to a stranger, why not start therapy?"
"Because I don't need therapy," Stuart said. "Our sex life is fantastic. I just like talking about it. Who else am I going to talk to
about it--Romey?"
"You'd better not," Vince warned, cringing at the idea of Alfred's mother knowing those most intimate details about them.
Stuart laughed. "Don't worry, I've tried and she won't let me. Says it makes her ill hearing about it. But not Kate. Kate loves it."
Stuart leaned in and brushed his nose softly against Vince's lips, then he kissed him. "You should see the way she looks at me
when I tell her things. It's so . . . it's sexy, Vince. It's like being with you all over again--telling her about certain, special things
we've done . . ."
"Tell me this," he said, backing up enough to look in Stuart's eyes. "Does she know about the hair brush?"
He grinned. "I told her about that the first day."
"Oh my God." Vince rolled his eyes. "If you told her about the laundry, I'll kill you. I will just kill you. And you'll deserve it!"
He laughed playfully, scooting forward on the counter so their torsos were flush. "It won't bother you so much after you meet her.
She's brilliant. Really. You'll probably end up telling her all sorts, too. She just has this way about her that makes people spill their
guts."
"You're saying you told her about the laundry," Vince said, fixating.
Tilting his hips, Stuart rubbed his warming cock against his lover's belly. "I haven't told her that," he said. "But I might do."
"Please don't," he said. "It's bad enough that you know."
"You see? That's what I mean. If you keep things like that from me, how am I ever going to keep you interested in shagging me
every day? You have to tell me what excites you, Vince." His erection had grown full and it throbbed with his pulse as he pressed
it into Vince's tummy. "You have to tell me everything you like."
Reaching down, Vince placed his hand over Stuart's cock, holding the heated organ through the silky fabric of his pajamas. It
shivered against his palm, aching to be stroked. "I like this," he whispered. "I like you hard all the time. I like how rub yourself
against me like a cat. I like how you kiss me with your tongue out first. I like the weight of your balls. I like to bite the back of
your neck and lick the soft hairs there when I'm inside you. I like--"
Stuart silenced him, covering Vince's mouth with his own. The kiss was rough and starved and Stuart grabbed him, pulling Vince
close to him. They both moaned from the sudden intensity and breathed into each other's mouths. Just as Stuart's fingers began
lifting Vince's shirt over his head, the phone rang. They both sighed, irritated.
"Let the answer phone get it," Stuart said.
"I can't. It might be work. The night crew is doing an inventory and they might need me." Vince took his shirt the rest of the way
off and left it on the counter as he hurried to pick up the phone across the room. "Hello?"
"Oh, hi. Is this Vince?" The voice on the line sounded like a young American girl in her teens, but her diction belied youth.
"Yeah. That must be Kate."
The woman laughed and it sounded like a ringing bell. "Oh, your Stuart has been talking about me, eh? Well, he's taking
wonderful care of me at the office and I really appreciate his help. I hope he hasn't told you anything too terribly incriminating."
"No, of course not. He has nothing but good things to say about you. In fact, we were just talking about having you `round for
dinner."
"I would love that," Kate said. "I want you guys to take me to Canal Street. I love dancing with gay men. I don't know why, but I
can never get my husband to take out dancing in gay bars. Go figure."
Vince laughed. "Well, that sounds like fun. How long are you in town?"
"For a few weeks, actually. But I love to go out so we should go this weekend. If you two are free, of course."
He nodded to Stuart who had swung his legs over the back side of the counter and was presently stalking toward him.
"Sounds good to me," Vince said, his eyes roaming over Stuart's body covetously. "I'll leave the arrangements up to you and
Stuart."
"Great, I can't wait. Is your hot little Irishman around? I just need him for a second."
Stuart took the phone and tucked it between his shoulder and his ear. "Katey, you're interrupting me. I'm trying to fuck my
boyfriend." He tugged Vince's fly, slowly pulling down the zip. "What do you want?"
Vince could hear her muffled voice in the receiver but he couldn't make out what she said. He didn't really care, truth be told. His
attention was diverted almost entirely to his lover's warm fingers that were gently fondling his tingling, erect cock. Somewhere in
the back of his mind, though, Vince kept hearing the way Stuart had addressed this woman on the phone. He'd called her
`Katey'. So familiar. He'd only known her a few days yet he seemed to be extremely close with her. Even though Vince knew
there was no possibility of anything romantic occurring between them, he still felt jealous of this Kate Stephani. In fact, more
jealous than he might have felt of a prospective suitor.
He nuzzled Stuart's ear while he talked on the phone, sliding his hands down the front of those silky pajamas and taking hold of
the hot, wet tip of Stuart's cock. Vince spread the slickness around, teasing the slit and stroking the sensitive head in slow circles.
Stuart sighed, lowering his forehead onto Vince's shoulder. With the phone still pressed to his ear, Stuart ran his tongue along the
edge of Vince's ear lobe, just barely grazing the skin with his teeth.
"Hang up," Vince whispered, his fingers increasing speed as they caressed his lover's trembling cock. He could still hear Kate
talking through the receiver and Stuart breathed an answer to one of her questions, his voice wavering.
"Katey, I have to call you later. If I don't fuck Vince right now I'm gonna die." He hung up on her and dropped the phone back
into its cradle. Wrapping his arms around Vince's neck, he tilted his head and led into a kiss with his tongue.
Feeling vindicated that he'd dragged Stuart's attention away from his fun new friend, Vince kissed back aggressively, loving the
way his nipples tingled when Stuart sucked his tongue.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" Stuart cooed, giggling devilishly. He chewed Vince's earlobe in that way he knew Vince liked and
writhed against him, cock on cock.
"I'm not," Vince protested, breathing hard as the friction against his erection made him stagger slightly. He held onto Stuart's hips.
"I just want you, is all. I'm impatient. Been waitin' all day."
"Awwww . . . you poor baby." Stuart took his lover's hand and tugged him toward the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, he
turned and looked at Vince hungrily, his tongue wetting his plum colored lips. "I want you naked, luv. Now." His tone was forceful
but sweet and he smiled when he said it, dark blue eyes flashing.
Vince dropped his trousers and shorts instantly and pulled off his socks, tossing the lot to the side against the wall. He smiled
shyly as his lover's eyes devoured him, feeling his cock warming under Stuart's gaze. He wanted to touch himself but knew he'd
be scolded. Stuart wanted to play a control game that night and Vince would be wise to behave.
"Does that hurt?" His eyes flitted to Vince's straining cock.
"Nearly," he answered. "I'd love to touch it."
"Don't you dare."
They grinned at each other.
Stuart took of his t-shirt slowly, tossing it into the pile with Vince's clothes. He kept the silky pajamas on. Gently pinching his left
nipple, he watched Vince's face. "Come and lie down on the bed. Right here, at the edge, with your knees on the floor."
Vince stepped forward instantly, lying down on the fluffy comforter. He slid back enough so that his knees touched the cool wood
floor, balancing with his toes behind him. He looked back over his shoulder at Stuart who stood watching him, his black curls
framing his beautiful face. "Does it hurt yet? I want you to tell me when it hurts."
Vince licked his lips. "It's really, really hard. I want to rub it against the bed."
"Nope," Stuart said. "Be a good boy, now." He walked up to the top of the bed and grabbed one of the big pillows. Vince
couldn't stop looking at that stiff penis tugging at the fabric of those silky pajamas. Stuart knew he loved that sight and he made
sure to stay in full view as he walked back to the foot of the bed with the pillow. "Put this under your knees, luv," he said, sliding
the soft down pillow between the floor and Vince's knees. "Don't want you to be in pain for no reason," he purred.
Vince felt vulnerable in that position even though he knew he was safe. He kept his eyes on Stuart as best he could while his
gorgeous lover walked around behind him and knelt between his legs. He shivered as Stuart's hands stroked his back, flitting over
his spine and the tender, slightly ticklish parts of his ribs. He was always ticklish there, but if the touch was soft and slow enough,
it actually felt intensely nice. Sighing, Vince laid his head down on the bed, relaxing into the caresses.
For a moment, he couldn't see Stuart because he'd dipped down below the edge of the bed. Then Vince felt the most amazing
sensation on the bare skin of his inner thigh. Something was touching him that was more than soft, it was so silky it almost felt
damp. It only took a split second for him to realize it was Stuart's hair. He was stroking Vince's thighs with those wonderful, thick
curls. He started on the left, then moved to the right side, peppering the strokes with little kisses and soft bites until he reached the
tops of Vince's legs. He ran his tongue along the soft crease there, kissing his buttocks and stroking his hair against them.
"Oh, that's lovely . . ." Vince moaned, his hips involuntarily working to rub his cock on the smooth comforter.
He felt Stuart's hands grip his thighs and hold him still. "Easy, lover. All that grinding . . . are you telling me it hurts?"
Vince shook his head, but he didn't say anything. He watched Stuart through slitted eyes, feeling his own quick pulse in his cock
as it pressed between his belly and the bed. He could feel the moisture from the swollen head making a sticky spot on his skin.
Stuart regarded his lover carefully, his eyes twinkling. "Are you sure? You'd best tell me because I'm going to lick you now."
Swallowing hard, Vince shook his head again. "Not yet," he breathed. "Lick me."
Stuart wet his lips several times working up the saliva, never taking his eyes off Vince's. Then he gently separated his lover's
cheeks and went directly to his anus--no licks up and down, no teasing kisses-- he just slid his wet, hot tongue right inside and
held it there still and rigid for a moment before he slid it back out.
Vince uttered a trembling gasp as that torturous little probe was removed. He expected Stuart to spear him again, but instead he
felt his lover's hand reach under his belly and grasp his hot, heavy cock. Tugging gently, Stuart pulled Vince's erection out from
under him and stroked it to its full length then he moved it down so it was imprisoned against the bottom of the bed. For a
moment, it felt cold as the air in the room found the moist tip, but then Stuart licked it, sucking the back of the swollen head with
his lips, warming it instantly with the heat of his mouth.
Feeling completely vulnerable and immobilized, Vince just sighed and closed his eyes, spreading his legs wider for balance. He felt
Stuart removing his pajama bottoms and then he felt his lover's warm, satiny thighs against his own. Stuart sat up behind him and
touched the tip of his own cock to Vince's, rubbing the slick pre-come around and around, gathering both their lubricating
wetness with his fingertips. He bent forward and licked Vince's anus again, that time kissing and stroking it with his tongue before
working it inside again. Vince felt very wet and hot and ready and he wiggled on the bed, miserably.
"It hurts," he gasped. "Please, Stuart . . . fuck me now . . ."
Instantly, Stuart's cock was in position, the engorged head slick with both their fluids. He held his cock there as he raised Vince
up by his hips, pushing him forward on the bed until they were both up on the mattress, Vince raised up slightly on his knees. He
kept his eyes closed as he waited to be impaled--waited for that gorgeous moment of first connection, that gently painful stretch
followed by the indescribable pleasure of being filled--stuffed full with Stuart's cock. When his lover entered, Vince groaned in his
own private fit of ecstasy. He reached back and stroked Stuart's strong thighs as the lithe brunette slid his penis all the way in.
Holding there for a moment, inside, pulsing together, Stuart reached down and placed his hands on the backs of Vince's knees.
"Over," he instructed. He guided Vince forward then onto his side and over onto his back, moving his legs carefully so as not to
break their connection.
Vince shuddered at the delicious scratch of Stuart's cock literally turning inside him. He allowed himself to be moved and adjusted
until his legs were over the brunette's shoulders and they were in their favorite position.
Stuart smiled down at his lover, his powerful, lean arms supporting him. "Fast or slow?" he purred.
"Surprise me," Vince answered, his fingers diving into those beautiful curls. "God, you feel fantastic. You could stay like this all
night, if you want."
"No I can't," Stuart grinned. "I have to come. You made me so fucking hard, I don't have anymore blood in my brain." He leaned
down and kissed Vince wetly, all tongue, then he raised back up just enough to gain leverage.
He started slowly at first, just sliding his cock out then in, then he rolled his hips in a little figure-8, touching all those lovely
sensitive spots inside in one sweep. Vince almost came from that and he clenched the muscles surrounding Stuart's cock as he
tensed to ward off the contractions.
"Oooo," Stuart chuckled. "Like that, huh?"
"You'd better save that for later," Vince warned, his eyes only half open. He was dying to be fucked, he didn't care how hard or
soft--he just needed that friction inside. He urged his hips up and slid down, almost letting Stuart's cock come out, but then he
pushed back up, taking it in again.
Stuart was breathing hard and looking down, concentrating intently on their connection. He loved to watch his erection sliding in
and out of Vince's body. He would become mesmerized by it, enflamed by it and then he would go mad from it and start fucking
like crazy. It was like he was starring in his own personal porn video that he controlled.
Vince didn't want him to come too quickly, so he lifted his lover's chin on the ends of his fingers and brought his focus back up.
They looked into each other, blocking everything else out, and Stuart's cock throbbed inside him. Suddenly he started moving in
long, deep strokes, pulling back til he almost dropped out, then nearly ramming back in. He tilted his hips in just the right way at
just the right time so that he never failed to make that all-important prostate contact. He liked to watch Vince shoot without
touching his cock and Vince could tell that was his goal for this particular session. His lover was in a very visual mood that night.
Rolling his hips again in that irresistible figure-8 motion, Stuart licked his lips and watched Vince's face for the telltale signs that he
was on the brink. Vince moaned and bowed his back, meeting his lover's thrusts greedily. He heard the quality of his own
breathing change as his orgasm neared the surface. Stuart's cock pummeled that sensitive, swollen gland inside over and over and
the white-hot pleasure spread out like a wave over Vince's thighs and down his belly, up into his chest. He felt the seed spill onto
his skin just above his navel and the trembling, tingling spasms rippled over his entire body.
"Oh . . .yes!" Stuart groaned then his pace picked up and he pumped his cock in and out rapidly until Vince felt him explode
inside his body. Wetness and heat filled him then trickled down his lower back as Stuart lifted him off the bed, his thrusts still deep
but finally slowing. As his frenzy began to wind down, Stuart gently removed his cock and lowered himself down onto the bed,
pulling Vince in close beside him. This was the part he loved. Vince would never say it out loud, but he always looked forward to
the cuddling part of his very sexual romance with Stuart. All the breathing and smelling and soft kisses. Of course, the sex itself
was unbelievable and their chemistry continued to keep pace with their intimacy. But when Vince found himself daydreaming
while he was at work or driving, he would inevitably think of moments like this one.
He had always wondered which part of their relationship brought Stuart the most pleasure, even though it seemed obvious
enough. Still, one could never be sure and it wasn't really fair to assume that just because Stuart was such a sexual person, that
the actual sex was the thing he enjoyed most in their relationship. Feeling safe in the warmth of the comforter with his face tucked
into the bend of Stuart's neck, Vince whispered against his earlobe.
"Are you still happy?"
Stuart's dark blue eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping, just resting. "Yes," he said, simply, definitely.
Vince knew he should leave it at that--in fact, he'd probably already gone too far by asking the first question--but he couldn't stop
himself. He moved back a bit on the bed, looking at his lover's face. Stuart's eyes opened and focused on him, a slight line
appearing between his dark eyebrows.
"Why?" Stuart asked.
"No reason," he said. "I just wondered. You haven't said. I mean, I was just . . . wondering if all of this was still working for you."
His frown deepening, Stuart chewed his bottom lip. "What's wrong? What have I done?"
"Nothing," Vince answered, trying to sound as sincere as he felt. He was really sorry he'd brought this up. "It's just that . . ."
Stuart rolled him over onto his back and looked down into Vince's eyes. "Tell me." His tone was urgent and dismayed.
"Stuart," he said, taking that lovely face in his hands. "I'm not asking because anything's wrong. It's all brilliant from my
perspective. But, just because I'm on cloud nine doesn't mean you are and I just wanted to ask you. Sometimes I think you
wouldn't tell me if there were anything going wrong. That you would just . . . wait for me to figure it out. Or worse. That's all."
"I must be doing something that's making you worry," Stuart pointed out. "Tell me what that is."
"No, you're not! Really. I'm sorry I mentioned it. God. I should have just--"
Stuart kissed him softly, silencing him, then looked in his eyes again. "Listen to me--carefully. If there were something wrong, I
would tell you. I promise I would. The only thing I can even think of that might be wrong is that there's NOTHING wrong. It's
almost too good. Too perfect. Like something MUST go wrong just to keep things in balance. I've never been happier; I've never
felt more loved. I've never been so safe. Instead of getting bored, I've just been coming up with more and more things I want to
do with you. More things I want to know about you. It's not at all like I thought it would be--like, just us but with sex added. It's
like being with someone different."
Vince frowned. "Different how?"
"Different like . . . I never thought about you as a lover for those first sixteen years. You were just my Vince. The few times I did
think about shagging you, it was always this sudden burst of lust that would go away just as quickly as it came. But, then . . . I
don't know. I just never thought you would be like you are."
Vince wasn't sure if he should feel flattered or annoyed and of course, his insecurity got the better of him. "What do you mean?"
he asked, hating himself for doing it. "How am I?"
Stuart smiled gently. "You're such a little tiger in bed. I love it. And I never would have thought that. I never would have thought
you were so sensual and imaginative. I suppose I thought you would be really quiet and passive and just let me have my way all
the time, but that's not the case." His smile broadened into a sexy smirk. "You surprise me constantly, Vince. It's been almost six
months and I'm still excited every time we have sex. I never know what to expect from you." He squinted and his expression
became serious again. "I was afraid you would get tired of shagging all the time. Like you'd get sick of it," he said. "Are you?
Getting sick of it?"
Vince had to keep himself from laughing. "That's the stupidest thing you've ever said. I wanted to shag you ever since I first laid
eyes on you. It'll take ages before I get sick of it. Believe me."
Stuart chuckled. "You should've just done it. Just thrown me down and had me."
"Oh, yeah," Vince laughed. "Picture that!"
"I hate thinking about that," Stuart said. "That we could have been doing this the whole time. All those years I missed out on
having you. We should have just done it."
Vince shook his head. "No. It wouldn't have worked. It wouldn't have been like this at all. We had to wait until it was time. We
had to be old enough to really be ourselves, you know? All the way IN our real personalities. If we'd done it when we were still
insecure kids, it would have just been shagging for the sake of shagging. It never would have stuck like it has."
Stuart was watching him, his expression wistful and a bit distant. "It has stuck, hasn't it?"
"Yeah." Vince smiled.
That far away look deepened and Stuart lowered his head down on his lover's chest. Vince's fingers found those silky curls and
dove in, stroking and gently tugging, playing with the soft ringlets almost unconsciously.
"Do you feel safe?" Stuart asked.
"Yes."
"Do you trust me?"
Vince hesitated a moment and the pause made Stuart look up.
"I trust you as much as you WANT me to," he answered.
Defensive anger flashed in Stuart's eyes but only for a split second. Reading his face, Vince could tell that Stuart reacted to his
answer instinctively at first, and then his logical mind got hold of it and made sense of it. Vince could feel the sudden increased in
Stuart's heart rate that also slowed as soon as he began to understand the meaning of the comment. Vince said nothing else, he
just waited while all those thoughts and reactions swirled then settled inside his blustery lover. But he never stopped playing with
Stuart's hair.
"We haven't seen Nathan in ages," Stuart said, clearly assuming that's what Vince had been thinking of.
"It's not just Nathan. I have to let you go out into the world unsupervised almost every day. You could cop off at any time and I'd
never know."
"Yes, you would," he said. "Your sense of smell is way too keen. You'd know. Just like I'd know if YOU did."
"But, it's not likely that I would ever do that."
Taking a deep breath, Stuart lowered his head down again. "You could do. Just as easily as me. You don't even know how
blokes look at you, Vince. You get loads of attention and you never even see it."
That wasn't true, but Vince didn't think it necessary to mention. The reality was that he always noticed when he was being
watched or cruised. He could feel the prickle of that sort of attention just like anyone else, but it just didn't matter to him. Not
even before he and Stuart became lovers. He had only wanted Stuart's attention and whenever he had it, there may as well have
been no other people on the planet.
But since they had been together, Vince had learned something interesting about Stuart. His attraction to Vince would heat up
exponentially whenever another bloke showed interest in him. Sure, this was a common occurrence between lovers, but it was all
new to Vince. He chose to play the shy, oblivious cute boy because it brought out that thrilling possessive streak in his lover.
Made Vince feel like he was made of gold--coveted and precious. It wasn't that he didn't know he was good-looking. He knew.
But his opinion of himself would always remain secondary to Stuart's. As long as Stuart fancied him, Vince was happy.
"Would you tell me if you were getting bored?" Stuart asked, his voice low and sleepy.
"I'm not going to get bored."
"But would you tell me?"
Vince could feel his lover's body relaxing as he started to fall asleep and he pulled the comforter up and over Stuart's back.
"Probably not," he answered.
Stuart sighed and offered a small groan in protest, but the soft warmth of the blanket got the best of him and he dozed off.
Vince was quite tired himself and he shifted slightly under Stuart's weight until their bodies fit together comfortably. Then he closed
his eyes, trying to clear his mind of any doubts he might create. He always did that when things were going to well. Hazel
constantly teased him about being a worrier. She would say, `if you don't have anything to worry about you, you can always
count on yourself to make something up.' The last thing Vince wanted to do was invent a problem where there wasn't one.
Especially now . . . when everything was so good.
Just before he fell asleep, Vince remembered Stuart's brief but extremely familiar phone conversation with that American woman
in his office. A tinge of foreboding was the last he felt before he drifted off and Vince's dreams were restless that night.
**********
Hurricane Kate (Part Two)
Vince:
After working late at the store to cover for the other deputy manager who was out ill, Vince came home that Saturday night at
8:30 with some Thai take away. He could hear the music and laughter as he rolled back the lift gate at the second floor. A
woman's laugh as well as Stuart's unmistakable giggled tinkled into the hallway as Vince got out his keys to open the front door.
The stereo played Massive Attack at a conversational volume as he opened the door and came into the flat. Stuart was leaning
over the kitchen counter in his faded Levi's and a black t-shirt, giggling as a pretty young woman with long, wavy red hair and an
American accent told him the punchline of a story. Their martini glasses were empty and a jar of olives was open on the counter
between them, as though they had been eating right out of it.
". . . and he's telling me to shut up, right? Because the windows are all down and it's blowin' like all hell in the back seat. This
guy--" She looked up at Vince when he walked in and gave him a lovely, glowing smile that made her large green eyes sparkle.
"This is Vince!" she squealed. "Look at you! You're ADORABLE!" She slid off her barstool and rushed up to him with her arms
out.
"Kate, I presume?" he said, rearranging the sack in his hands so he could return her hug.
She was nearly as tall as he was but very thin and small-boned. Her thick hair swept her waist in the back and she wore a simple,
elegant black silk outfit--a vest and trousers. Her feet were bare. She gave him a good, solid hug then stood back, grinning
brightly.
"You presume correctly," she said, extending her hand. "Kate Stephani."
He shook her small hand, warmly. "It's a pleasure, Kate. Vince Tyler."
She kept looking at him as though he were some new and unusual animal in a zoo. Then her eyes flitted to the sack in his hands
and she reached for it like a child reaching for a new toy. "Is that Thai? Oh, God, tell me you have spring rolls in there. I'm
starving!"
Vince laughed, letting her take the sack away with her and he walked into the kitchen to greet his lover. Stuart was still grinning as
he watched Kate rip the sack open and enthusiastically unload the white cartons onto the counter. He nuzzled Vince's nose before
kissing him, playfully nibbling his bottom lip. Stuart tasted salty and clean and Vince slid his tongue into his mouth so he could
enjoy the full flavor.
"Mmm," Vince whispered. "You taste nice. Like a fancy cocktail."
Stuart undid two of the buttons on Vince's shirt just above his navel, then slipped his fingers inside and stroked the naked skin
while they kissed. The rattling sounds from the sack of food had ceased completely and it was suddenly very quiet in the kitchen.
Vince looked over at Kate to see her watching them, a tiny smile tugging her pretty, dark red lips.
"Don't you DARE stop on my account," she said. "Suck face at will. It's pretty much impossible to offend me, so don't worry
about that." She laughed. "You Brits are so funny. Kinkiest bastards in the world, but no one is allowed to kiss in public. What IS
that?"
Stuart laughed. "Oi, don't lump me in there. I kiss my lover whenever I want to." He kissed Vince once more to prove his point
then walked over to the food, popping open one of the cartons. "Did you get spring rolls?"
"Two orders with extra soy sauce. Keep looking, they're in there somewhere." Vince went up to the bedroom to change clothes,
quickly rolling the mini-blinds closed over the glass wall that faced the kitchen. No need to flash their guest, after all. While he
changed into sweats and a t-shirt, he listened to Stuart and Kate continue their conversation over the softly playing music.
He liked her right away, just as Stuart said he would. Kate seemed utterly genuine, if a bit overbearing, and she clearly had a
good sense of humor. And she was quite lovely--for a girl. Stuart told him she was married to a disgustingly wealthy landowner in
New York who was twice her age. Kate didn't have to work but she wanted to. Apparently, she was quite good at her job, as
well. Stuart's boss thought the world of her--even compared her work to Stuart's, saying they were two of Thrive's most valuable
assets.
When he came back down, Stuart was mixing another round of cocktails in the chrome martini shaker. Vince smiled at the way
this action made his lover's arms flex. The muscles in his forearms separated in two strong cords below his wrist and his biceps
raised powerfully under the sleeves of his t-shirt. Lovely. Stuart did nothing to keep in shape, which was completely disgusting.
He was just naturally lean and his metabolism was a quick burning fire. Vince had notice his own body becoming more toned over
the last few months, even though he hadn't done anything consciously to make that happen. It made him smile to think he was
getting fit from all the sex they were having, but that was very likely the truth of it. Shagging Stuart Jones regularly was strenuous
business.
"You want one, right?" Stuart said, nodding to the shaker.
"Yeah, definitely." He sat at a barstool beside Kate and started looking through the cartons of Thai food they had set out on the
counter.
She munched a spring roll beside him, dipping it into the hot mustard sauce every time she took a bite. "I love this stuff," she said.
"Clears my sinuses. So, Vince. I've heard everything about you. Well, everything this little cutie was allowed to tell me." She fixed
him with her green eyes. "Stuart said you made him promise not to tell me some stuff and of course, that makes me desperate to
know it. Whatever it is."
He smiled, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Kate. I guess I'm just shy."
"That's not what I hear," she teased.
"Shut up, woman," Stuart said. "You're going to get me in trouble." Three chilled martini glasses were lined up along the counter
and he filled them each from the shaker. "Who wants olives?"
"You know I do," Kate said, reaching for another spring roll. "You don't mind if I share, do you?" she asked Vince.
"Please," he said. "There's plenty. I always get extra in case we get hungry later. Besides, this place has great food and we always
think we'll eat more than we do."
She smiled and thanked him. "So, tell me what YOU did today. I know what Stuart did, I was with him."
He shrugged. "Dunno. My job's pretty boring. I suppose I could regale you with stories about the produce inventory we did last
night, but I don't think it would make for scintillating conversation. How's the fundraiser project going?"
"Uh!" she said. "All those little blue-hairs that are in charge of it are such a pain in my ass. I don't know why women get to be so
annoying once they pass fifty. It's like . . . these women are not only uptight, but they're proud of it. Why they wanted me to
spearhead their project, I can't explain. I really have to watch my P's and Q's around them." She stuck her chopsticks into a
carton of rice and scooped some of it onto her plate. "I just know I'm going to forget my manners and start cussin' like a sailor
over lunch one day and they'll all drop dead from heart attacks."
Vince laughed, noticing the absolutely huge diamond in her wedding ring. It must have been two full karats and it flashed brilliantly.
The stone was almost too big for her small hand, making it look just slightly garish. "I'm sure you're husband misses you," he said.
"Being gone all this time."
"Tch. My husband doesn't even know I'm gone," Kate said. "One thing he and I have in common is that we're both total
workaholics. Married first to our jobs and second to each other. Thank God he got the kid thing out of the way before he married
me. Saves me the stretch marks."
"Your husband was married before?" Vince asked.
"I'm wife number three," she said. "His daughter is five years older than me."
"That must be . . . weird," Stuart said.
She nodded. "Yup. That's why I drink." She reached for the fresh martini he held out for her and sipped it. "Well, that's one of the
reasons. So, are you guys taking me to Canal Street tonight, or what?"
Stuart looked at Vince with his dark blue eyes glinting, hopefully. "Feel like going out?" he said.
Truth was, Vince was dead on his feet and he didn't feel like going out at all. Besides, he wasn't sure he wanted to compete with
Kate Stephani for his lover's attention. He would have been happy if they stayed in, but going out to the clubs acting as tour guide
for a curious American woman didn't appeal to him at all. No matter how much he liked her.
"You two go," he said. "I'm knackered. I think I'll stay in."
"Vince!" she whined. "You have to come!"
He smiled at her. "You'll be here for a few weeks, we'll go out. I promise. It's just that I had such a long day and I'm really tired."
Stuart pushed himself up onto the counter and leaned forward, once again kissing Vince's lips wetly. It was clear that he enjoyed
kissing in front of Kate. "Please come . . ." he whispered, batting his lovely eyes.
Vince shook his head. "Sorry, luv. I wouldn't be any fun, anyway. I'd just complain the whole time. You know how I get when
I'm tired."
Sliding back onto the floor, Stuart picked up his own fresh cocktail and sipped it. "Fine. Stay here, then. Kate and I'll go."
Vince gave her an apologetic smile and she stuck out her bottom lip, pouting.
"We can't change your mind?" she said.
"Not tonight. But, like I said. We'll definitely go out before you leave."
Sighing, she stuck her chopsticks into the carton of garlic vegetables. "Oh, all right," she said, smiling.
Vince looked at Stuart as he dished up some rice onto his own plate. "You will behave down in the village without me, right?"
"Kate will be with me," the brunette said, innocently.
Vince just shook his head.
"Let's go after we eat," she concluded.
"I have to change," Stuart said, munching a spring roll.
"Why?" she asked, her brow lifting. "You look fantastic. I can't recall the last time I've seen a happier pair of 501's. Besides,
you're not picking up men or anything."
"Good point," Vince said. "Why WOULD you need to change clothes?"
Stuart spread his hands, chuckling defensively. "All right! I'll go like this. Jesus!"
Sipping his martini, Vince wondered if this was such a good idea after all.
* * *
Kate:
The taxi let us out in front of Babylon and Stuart told me this was `the place' to be on Saturday night. Canal Street looked a lot
like Christopher Street, but less intimidating. It was kind of cute, actually. Lots of white lights and beautiful people. Stuart was a
member of this club and I got in as his guest, then we went to the bar for refreshments.
We've had way too much to drink already, but we both decide to have another. We're two bad influences with no supervisor and
no one else to influence badly but each other. Stuart stands next to me at the bar in his Levi's and this perfect black leather jacket,
looking just like the kind of man I would jump if he was straight. But of course, he isn't. All the great men are gay. And his
boyfriend is just a terrible cutie. Love that Vince. Too bad he didn't want to come with, but there will be other times we can all go
out together. Tonight, I have the saucy Stuart Jones all to myself so I might as well make the best of it.
"Okay, so where are the cool people standing?" I ask.
He scrunches his nose and shakes his head. "It doesn't work that way. Blokes are just sort of . . . around. Looking, you know."
"Hunting."
He nods and shows that crooked grin.
Our drinks come and we go upstairs to lean on the railing that overlooks the dance floor. Bodies writhe, boys cruise, girls laugh
and dance with each other in big clusters. Just like New York. I might as well be in New York, except for all these cool accents.
And British men LOOK different. They're sort of exotic.
"We're dancing, right?" I ask.
"Sure," he says. He's looking down at the floor with a little smile, clocking boys he would do if he could. I suppose he could if he
really wanted to, but he won't. Not with the way he talks about Vince. Nope. This one was a wild dog at one point in his
life--maybe even not that long ago--but he has since been paper-trained and taught to walk slowly on a leash. Or so it seems at
this point in our acquaintance. I have my suspicions. Especially after seeing him with his lover tonight.
I scan the boys on offer down below and spot a wicked little blonde cutie that happens to be clocking Stuart. His face is turned
up and he's waiting to be seen by my delectable companion, who has yet to notice him. He's young, this one. Eager. I wonder if
he's the boy Stuart told me about . . . the underage niblet whose cherry he got a while ago and the boy couldn't get enough.
Stalked him for ages and all. That was a great story. Stuart had the kid four times or something. Yep. He's still looking and Stuart
is still ignoring. I figure I'll help things along.
"Is that Cherry Boy down there?" I ask, regarding the yummy blonde.
He follows my nod and his expression changes instantly on sight of the boy. "Yeah," he says. Then he looks back at me all
curious. "How did you KNOW that?"
"He's four years old and he was gazing at you longingly," I say, rippin' on him a bit. "I added two and two. Besides, he's the best
looking underage guy in the room."
Stuart chuckles and I think I made him blush but I can't tell in here. Too many pinkish lights. "Whatever, you cunt."
This cracks me up and I laugh out loud. "In the State's I would slap you for saying that to me! I can't believe the way you people
throw that word around like you're talking about the weather. `Cunt' is like the WORST insult in the known universe to an
American woman."
"Worse than `twat'?" he says, trying to be funny.
"Yes, you little shit. Worse than `twat'. `Twat' is just . . . gross. Oh, here comes your kindergartner."
The extent of our intoxication is further exemplified as the blonde cutie approaches us. He's very tall--almost a head taller than
Stuart, who isn't short. Didn't see that when he was on the floor below us. His hair is cut into a cute style but he isn't wearing it in
that style. He's done something ridiculous to it with this little sweep in the front and a side part. It looks sprayed. What's THAT
about? I'll have to fix it for him. Can't let anything that cute walk around with dumb hair.
"Hiya," he says, all sweetness and light.
I like that `hiya' thing they do here. Think I'll take that back to NYC. Stuart is looking at him with mild disdain and this expression
reminds me of the way my cat looks when I give him some food he feels is substandard. It's a `you don't really expect me to EAT
that, do you?' expression. I can't stop giggling and I am once more reminded that I'm very drunk.
"All right?" the blonde asks Stuart. I know he told me the kid's name, but I can't remember it now. I'm sure I'll be introduced.
"Fine," my companion returns. God I love that little Irish accent. "You?"
"Fine, yeah. Where's Vince?"
"Home. He didn't feel like coming out."
"So you're still together, then?" The boy looks terribly hopeful that Stuart will say Vince has suddenly vanished off the face of the
Earth and no one has heard from him in months.
"Yes, Nathan. We're still together. It's going very well, if you must know."
Nathan. That's it! I watch as the two of them sort of circle each other at the railing, eyes upping and downing, tongues sliding over
lips--tasting the pheromones that are suddenly free-floating between them. Serious chemistry here. It's quite clear why Stuart had
this kid over and over and over. Oh, yeah--and over. This is the kind of sexual heat that starts forest fires.
But it's also clear that Stuart doesn't LIKE this Nathan. He just desires him. And Nathan wants to be LIKE Stuart. Wants to
emulate him. Interesting. I watch them lean against the railing beside each other and never--not once--take their eyes off each
other. It's like they're both scared that the other one will make a false move and do something tricky. Animals, these two. No
bones about it. Well, okay--maybe two bones.
"Aren't you going to introduce me?" I say in Stuart's ear.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Kate Stephani, this is Nathan Maloney. Nathan, Kate."
I shake the boy's nice, big, long-fingered hand and grin at him. "Hi, there. You're awfully cute, but you have to let me fix your
hair."
He smiles and turns red enough for me to see it under the lights. "What's wrong with it?"
I hand my cocktail to Stuart and reach into the boy's stiffly sprayed hair, roughing it up until it looks right. Well, as right as it can
with all that crap in it. Then I smile approvingly and take back my drink. "There ya go. You're perfect now."
"Thanks," he says, still blushing like crazy. "American or Canadian?"
"Yank," I admit. "Here on business from New York. Stuart and I are working together on a project."
"Oh," Nathan says, managing looking interested quite well for someone of his tender age. "There are probably loads of clubs like
this in New York."
"Loads," I say, trying not to burst out laughing at the double entendre. Sometimes I crack myself up.
Stuart gets the joke, though, and he's chuckling. We are so drunk, it's not even funny. We're all leaning on each other and laughing
and Nathan's watching us like we've got some nasty secret. He looks like he feels left out, so I compose myself and lean back in
to chat with him over the drone of the house beat.
"Stuart tells me he popped your cherry." Only a drunk chick would say that to someone she just met, so I go with it thinking I'll be
forgiven on principal. Stuart is laughing so hard by then that I'm afraid he's going to puke on my shoes.
"Katey, shut UP!" he moans, miserably, through a fit of hysterical giggles.
"Tough shit, Irish boy. I'm on a roll." Nathan hasn't said anything, he's just looking at me with his all eyes bugged out. He seems to
be wondering if he should respond. I think he should, so I rephrase the question. "I mean, he told me you lost your virginity with
him. Is that true?"
Nathan looks at me for another moment and then his handsome young face changes. He lowers his chin and regards me with this
wolfish little grin--almost like he's flirting, but of course he's not. He's just thinking sexual thoughts and its showing on his face.
"Yeah," he says, finally.
I pull myself away from the giggle Irishman and go stand against the rail next to the boy. I turn back to Stuart so he sees that I
intend to continue this line of questioning and that he'd best be aware of what I say. He might be called upon to act or respond at
any moment. "So, tell me something, Nathan," I begin. "This one is reeeeeaalllly cocky about how good he is in bed. Most people
that go on that much about their own sexual prowess are totally dead fucks. So, tell me. Is he really that good?"
Again, the kid hesitates and his eyes lock on Stuart's. Stu's leaning on the other side of me and we're all three pressed pretty close
so we can hear each other over the music. I can feel the heat from both their bodies and I'm starting to wonder if the sparks
crackling between them might suddenly set my hair on fire. The electricity is moving in the air like static. Stuart's drunk and he's
practically laying on my side, holding himself up on the rail with his arms. I can feel his hard-on. Somewhere in my alcohol soaked
brain I realize this is a bad thing, but it's too much fun to stop now.
Nathan still hasn't answered me so I ask him again. I'm a very impatient drunk. "Come on," I urge. "You can tell Katey . . . Is he
as good as he says he is?"
I notice Nathan's tongue poking out between his front teeth. Sexy little shit. He's still staring at Stuart and Stuart is still staring
back. Still hard.
"Yeah," Nathan says. And that's all he says, which won't do at all, so I have to ask him something else.
"Okay, good to know," I say. "But, are we talking good-good or curl- your-toes-and-roll-your-eyes-up-in-your-head-good? A
or B?"
Stuart starts giggling again and he leans on me even more. I have to laugh, too, because his erection is burning my leg and I know
he couldn't care less. And of course, he has a huge cock. Bastard.
The kid is blushing again and he looks down for a second before he answers. Then, finally he leans forward and his full lips brush
my ear as he says, "B," real quiet like.
I look at Stuart with my eyes big showing how impressed I am. "You curled his toes," I report.
He's grinning like mad and he whispers to me but he keeps his mouth visible to the kid. "I remember those toes," he all but purrs.
"Ohhhh," I say. "You sucked on them, did you?" This conversation is private but we know Nathan can hear and we want him to
listen.
"I sucked on everything," Stuart tells me and his focus shifts back to the kid. More electricity, more sparks. The ends of my hair
actually lift from the static. Or so it seems. I decide that these two need to fuck each other before somebody gets hurt.
I turn to my companion and whisper, this time it's just for him to hear. "Are you allowed to fuck little blond boys?"
"Not this one," Stuart says, also keeping it between us. "I have specific orders about Nathan."
"Really? But if he was some OTHER blonde boy, you would be allowed to do him?"
"No . . . but I could do some things. I'm not even meant to be speaking to Nathan without Vince present to mediate."
"And do you know what?" I ask him, rubbing my leg into his very hard cock. "I don't blame Vince for that." I laugh at him and he
giggles back. "Now get that thing off me or I'm going to have to pop your hetero-cherry." I look at Nathan again and smile.
The kid's loving this, anyway. He has Stuart's attention and that seems to be the one thing everyone wants.
"Do you ever think about him?" I ask the little boy.
This answer comes faster, must be less committal. "Yeah, sure," he says.
I turn to the other one. "And you? Do you ever think about Nathan?"
Stuart glares at me and grinds his dick on me again just to piss me off. Asshole. Oh, well. I completely deserve it. But the two of
them are like a train wreck and I can't look away.
"Do you?" I push.
"Fuck off," he offers but I don't accept that as an answer.
"Tell me . . ." I say, nudging his rib with my bony elbow.
He giggles again because I tickled him and then all of a sudden, he sort of pushes me out of the way and reaches across to grab
Nathan's arm. He pulls the kid in and speaks in his ear, but I can hear because I'm standing right there.
"Nathan," Stuart says. "I need you to go away. Just go downstairs and get a drink or something. Just get away from me right now.
Please."
The kid just stares at him, that same naughty little come-fuck-me-cuz- you-know-you-want-to-so-damn-bad expression
plastered to his face. Now they can smell each other for real, they're so close. Stuart's eyes are moving over the kid's body, face,
hair. He's drinking it all in. Nathan stays put, the little bastard. I would have, too. The potential that he might get fucked is
extremely high--only a dumbass would move now! Only vaguely do I realize that I sort of DID this and I start to feel bad for
Vince. With that thought in mind, I look at the kid and actually hope he does move.
"Just go," Stuart says again and even I can hear his resolve weakening.
Nathan wets those pretty lips and then he makes his move. He slides his tongue into Stuart's mouth and Stuart licks it, plays with
it, swirls his own tongue around on the kid's like a serpent. They never touch their lips together, they just tongue each other down
for what seems like ages. I'm riveted to the spot, I can't move. My panties are soaked and my heart's racing so fast I think I'm
going to pass out. I know I should do something because this is my fault, but I haven't the foggiest idea what.
"Ummm . . ." I say and I know they can hear me because I'm only two inches away and they're both shoved up against me. But
they ignore me. I would, too, if I were them. "Um, Stuart? We should go. Come on, now." Like talking to a wall. I get nothin'
from either of them. Shit. It's time to resort to drastic measures so I sort of turn and put my back against Nathan and I give him a
shove with all my weight so he has to step back.
Upon separating them, I'm facing Stuart dead on. He looks in my eyes and it's like he isn't even in there anymore. He's all cock
now. Got the kid's taste in his mouth. He puts his hands on my shoulders and just moves me aside like I weigh nothing. This is not
good.
I'm frantic now. They start kissing like there's no tomorrow, Stuart's hands are all over the kid and the kid is eatin' it up. They're
locked together, grinding their hard cocks on each other and I can hear them breathing. Nathan's making these tiny, little puppy
moans that are almost killing me and Stuart's hands are right down in his shorts. He's jerking the kid off right there in the middle of
the club.
A lightbulb goes off over my head and I start fumbling through Stuart's pockets. He doesn't even notice which really freaks me
out. He's so focused on that kid's cock that it's like he can't feel anything else. Not to mention, he's blasted out of his mind on
about a million vodka martinis. Finally, in the inside pocket of his jacket I find what I'm looking for. His cell phone. I flip it open
and press buttons until I find his phone list. The code for his home number is two digits and the star key so I press them and then
listen while the line rings on the other side. Once, twice, three times . . . come ON!!!
Finally, Vince answers. "Hello?"
"Vince?"
"Yeah. Who's that, Kate?"
"Yeah. It's Kate. Listen, hang on a minute, okay?" I grab Stuart's arm and pull him so he's facing me. He has Nathan's cock in his
hand and the kid is just about to come. I press the phone against Stuart's ear and make him look at me. "Talk to Vince," I say,
really forcefully.
Vince must have said something because all at once, Stuart's face changed. Then he frowns and looks back at Nathan. He hasn't
taken the phone yet and he looks at me with this mixture of sadness and distress. God, it's horrible, really. He looks like a junkie
who just jabbed a vein in the middle of the rehab clinic.
"I'll be home in a bit," he says into the phone and I'm thinking my last ditch effort is going south. "Hang up," he tells me. I do it.
Stuart steps back up to Nathan and shields his exposed cock with his body. I watch transfixed as he finishes the kid off. Four
good strokes and Nathan's crying like a kitten and coming like a horny schoolboy. Oh, that's right.
Stuart zips him up then turns to me as I'm standing there still holding the phone and looking like a Charlie's Angel that forgot her
lines. Not Jacqueline Smith, but one of those dorks from the later seasons. Shelley Hack. Yeah, I'm standing there looking like
Shelley Hack. He takes his phone back and gets hold of my arm, leading me down the stairs and outside into the cool night air.
We walk over to the wall that runs along the canal and we sit there. People are everywhere, milling around and laughing and
drinking. Sucking face in the doorways, groping on the sidewalk. I take a deep breath and sigh really loud like I've just been
through a world war or something.
"Shit! I'm sorry, Stuart. I . . . that was so completely all my fault. I had no idea it was that intense between you and that kid."
He's sitting there wiping his hand with a cloth handkerchief and I wonder where it came from. Like that matters. Rambling
thoughts of a drunken mind. But I'm happy to see he's smiling. He just looks at me with that crooked grin and shakes his head.
"It's not your fault, Kate. Don't worry." Then he chuckles. He's got this great laugh-- when he breathes in, the breath picks up his
voice on the way so it sounds like he's sort of gasping. It's cute. "Quick thinking, in fact," he says. "Calling Vince on my mobile."
I laugh weakly. "Well, it was either that or I was gonna look for a fire extinguisher. Or a hose. Damn, dude. You were so not
hearing me. You were extremely focused."
"Yeah," he says. "The kid has that effect on me." He pockets the handkerchief and then he takes out his phone again, dialing
another two-digit code. I think he's calling home again until he starts rattling off his taxi account number. I guess we're done for the
night.
In no time, a taxi appears at the curb and he puts me in it. My hotel is in the opposite direction from his flat.
"Can you get back all right or do you want me to come with you?" he says.
I'm looking at him with big, sad, please-forgive-me-I'm-such-a-stupid- drunken-asshole eyes. "I'm fine," I say. "I'm a big girl.
Stuart, I am SO sorry."
"It's all right, Kate. Just go get some sleep." He kisses my cheek and I swear I can smell the kid on his skin but I know I'm just
imagining that.
"You ARE going home, right?" I say, just because I wouldn't put it passed him to go right back inside and fuck that Nathan in the
middle of the dance floor.
"I'm going home," he tells me. "Call me tomorrow and we'll compare hangovers." He pats the top of the cab and the driver pulls
away, heading in the direction of my hotel.
Jesus Christ. The shit I get people into. I ought to be locked up for everyone else's protection.
* * *
Vince:
When he heard the front door open and close, Vince sat up in bed. Through the glass walls, he watched Stuart put down his
keys, go to the fridge for water, then weave across the room to the lounge. He flipped on the telly, popped in a tape and flopped
limply down on the couch.
Vince crawled to the edge of the bed and lay down, peering through the door at his lover. He watched while Stuart opened his
trousers and reached down to take out his very hard cock. The television cast flickery light over his face and Vince could tell he
was completely pissed. That phone call had been almost incoherent, but he'd gathered something was amiss. While he watched,
Stuart had a quick, utilitarian wank. He handled his erection roughly, tugging the semen out with his pumping fist. He sighed but
did not moan when he came. It was relief, not pleasure.
After, he used the remote to flip off the television and then he just sat there for a while with his head back on the cushions. His
hand rested over his cock, warming it and his breathing was slow and even. Vince thought he'd fallen asleep so he got up and
dragged one of the blankets off the bed, intending to bring it out to his lover and cover him. But as he stepped down out of the
bedroom, Stuart looked up.
Vince smiled sadly and walked over to the couch, the soft white blanket bundled in his arms. "You didn't want to bring that to
bed?" he said, regarding Stuart's spent cock.
"Couldn't."
Vince sat down, resting his head in his hand and looking at his lover closely. "Why not?"
"Just couldn't."
Vince leaned forward, meaning to give Stuart a kiss but the brunette stopped him.
"Don't kiss me. I have to shower."
"Did you just tell me I can't kiss you?" Vince asked, smelling the booze on Stuart's breath.
"I'm dirty," he murmured. "I have to shower before I touch you. My sweet, innocent Vince."
"Mm hm," Vince said. "That's me all right. You're very drunk."
"Yeah."
"Come to bed?"
"I have to shower."
"You'll pass out if you shower now." He stood up and reached back for his lover's arms, gently hoisting him to a standing position.
"Come on. Bring the water. I want you to drink it all." He waited while Stuart collected the bottle of water, then he guided the
stumbling Irishman up to the bed.
He sat Stuart on the edge of the mattress and proceeded to help him out of his clothes.
"I need to shower," he repeated, slurring badly.
"You're not showering tonight," Vince said. "Drink the water." He got Stuart naked then put him in bed, pulling the covers over
him. "Are you going to throw up?"
"No."
"Sure?"
"No."
Vince smiled. "Drink the water." He walked around to his side of the bed and got in gingerly, trying not to cause too much
movement.
Stuart sat there propped up on his elbow and drank the water quietly for a few minutes. Then he turned and looked at Vince over
his shoulder in the dimly lit room. "I'm sorry."
"I don't want to know about it tonight," Vince interjected. "I might not want to know about it at all, I haven't decided. But I really,
really don't want you to tell me about it tonight. All right?"
"I didn't do anything," Stuart said. "I'm just sorry. Because I'm such a fucker."
"Stuart, go to sleep if
you can. You are really drunk. Just try to rest. Don't talk anymore."
"Okay." He turned back to the water bottle and took another sip but he didn't
say anything more.