There he goes again.
You can feel them. On you. You can feel those eyes burning a hole on your face.
God.
It’s not that you encourage him. Oh no. That’s far from the case. Shit, you are sitting next to your boyfriend, your loving boyfriend. You’d think that it was an automatic ‘off limits’ sign but those eyes were on you.
Whose eyes?
Your boyfriend’s best friend, of course.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon with three back-to-back basketball games playing on NBC. So of course your love will invite his best friend over and kick back. And since you practically live at your boy’s house, you’d be there too.
You, him and your boyfriend. Supposed to be cool right? A carefree day with chips and dip and TV, telling jokes and yelling at fucked up plays, correct? Sharing a six-pack of Coronas and laying back?
Oh it was all those things except there was the added bonus of those damn eyes all over you, fucking raping the air surrounding your face, watching you blink, watching you. Just watching you.
And your boyfriend did not notice. He didn’t pick up on anything. And for the first month you thought you were imagining things but the watching is not imagined. You’ve actually caught those eyes on you. And he continued to hold his gaze on you. So daring, so bold, so intense those eyes. They scared you, those eyes.
And those eyes were not wavering right now. Not even when your boyfriend offered to get more drinks for you all.
“I’ll get them,” you offered. You had to get out of the room. You needed a break from those eyes.
“Baby. Don’t be silly. I’ll get them. I’m the host.” Your boyfriend playfully puffed out his chest and you couldn’t help the smirk spreading on your face. This was one of the many reasons why you loved him so.
“Yeah. Keep me some company,” he called out. That bastard. You didn’t even want to turn to look at him right now. Your boyfriend laughed and nodded as he turned towards his kitchen.
Of course, he would say something with a double meaning. Of course, your boy would take it as friendly banter. Of course.
But you knew better.
You kept your head faced to the television and nowhere in proximity to his area. You chose to ignore the recliner that was to the right of you that he lounged on. You laid back on the sofa and watched a commercial.
“J?” He purred. So slinky, so silky that voice. How he could make that voice feel like a soft caress when no one else was around. You have no idea when he decided to shorten your name to one letter. No one else ever called you that. Which made this…this whatever was between you two more personal.
You refused to vocally answer him back. With a turn of your head, you looked at him. But obviously it wasn’t enough for him. He leaned forward in the recliner, moved to lean against the armrest of the sofa you were sitting on to stare even closer. You took a deep breath, waiting to hear what he was going to say to you.
“You know,” he laid his chin on the armrest, those eyes gazing into yours, “That scent you have on. It smells so good. What is it called, J?” He even sniffed heavily at you.
“It’s…” You looked down to him and you couldn’t seem to get the correct words out. “It’s…”
“Yeah, J?” He whispered. He whispered as if he were telling you a secret or mouthing naughty things to you. He made that “J” feel dirty. Oh how he did.
“It’s…” How dare he smell you? How dare he look at you like that? And dear God, he licked his lips at you. Foul! You internally cried foul. Damn it, it was wrong. It was so wrong and it effected your mind that swipe of tongue.
Fuck that. You can assert yourself. “You already know my name.”
“Yeah, I do. But we’re friends, aren’t we J? Friends can call each other nicknames.” He placed a hand on the sofa. And you thought that he would do the unspeakable and place that cursed hand on you. And the scary thing about that thought was you did not know what you were going to do if he did. But luckily for the both of you he didn’t. “You didn’t tell me what you’re wearing.” His hand began to inch its way to you. You watched it and he watched you watching his hand and he kept on going.
“Dude, I’m out of Coronas. But I got some Buds. That cool?” Your boyfriend yelled from the back of his apartment. How you wished you were there with him now.
“Yeah. It’s cool.” He yelled back while his eyes smiled with you. You did not smile back. “You know all he ever talks about is you.” He was referring to your other half. “I can see why.”
You couldn’t say a thing. You had a million and one replies but none wanted to depart from your lips. Not while those eyes pinned you down.
“Must be hard.” He made his fingers walk to the edge of the armrest. You didn’t move an inch, not wanting to show fear.
You fell for the bait. “What?”
“Never spending all the time you deserve with him. You’re a prize flower. You should be cultivated at all times.”
Did he dare talk about his friend like that? Suggest that his best friend was a bad boyfriend? “I don’t think you should-”
“I’m just saying the truth is all. I see, you know.” See what? Exactly what did he see?
“I love him. We love each other. That’s more than enough,” you told him with conviction. You were getting upset because looking was one thing. You didn’t like it but you dealt with it, but never had he just outright dog his own friend or try to imply that his best friend wasn’t good enough for you.
He held one finger in the air, pointing it in your direction, leaving the others on the couch. If he moved his finger a few more inches, it would be on your arm. “You didn’t tell me what scent it was.” That move threw you off guard. You frowned while his gaze turned innocent.
“Hey I made us some nachos too. I put the salsa in the cheese just how you like it baby.” Your boyfriend beamed at you as he carried a full tray of chips and dip and Budweiser cans. You were so grateful that he came back and helped him sit down by taking some cans out of his arms.
How could he even imply that your boyfriend didn’t “cultivate” you as he so sneakily put it? Wasn’t he here watching sports with you? Wasn’t this his day off from the hospital? And he spent it with you. Granted his friend was here but you were here too.
Just as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s arm, you felt his pager vibrate on your hip. Not again. You sighed as you watch him reach in between the both of you and wormed his hand into his pocket. You didn’t have to watch him look at the pager screen to know who it would be.
“Sorry baby. It’s the-”
“Hospital, I know,” you finished for him. It was so routine in your life now. You already knew it would be like this, your relationship. He was a resident physician and would spend the better part of his life at the hospital.
“I bet it’s just a question.” But the three of you knew that would not be the case. So when he came back in from the hallway with the long face, you already knew. “I’m sorry, guys. A doctor got sick today and they need me.”
“Hey it’s no prob, Doc. It’s your job. It’s what you do.” You looked to the recliner from the corner of your eye. Of course, he would say something like that.
Your boyfriend kissed your lips and you wished he didn’t because you know who was definitely watching. You closed your eyes to it all and ignored the burning gaze as you kissed your lover. “I’m so sorry baby,” your boy whispered into your ear. You didn’t pout but your eyes were sure to show disappointment.
“It’s okay.” Lord knows you said that phrase to your boyfriend too many times to count.
“You two could have fun with the rest of the games. I mean there’s beer and nachos,” he wriggled his eyebrows playfully.
“Yeah sure.” You lied. Once your boy went to his bedroom to change, you were going to go to the bathroom and call a friend. You’ll have them call you back and lie for you to come over. You would not spend any significant time alone with him.
“Great. Let me go change.” He ran to the back of the apartment and you uncurled your legs from off the sofa.
“I’m gonna go to the john. I’ll be right back.” You patted your pockets discreetly to make sure your cellular was still in your pants pocket.
“Sure,” he hummed. You looked back and his eyes, they said ‘See. See, I told you he never spent enough time with you’. You shook your head and went to the bathroom. You ran the water as you called. You were so happy that someone was at your house. You had them call you back on your boyfriend’s phone. It made it look more authentic.
“Babe, phone call!” Your boyfriend called from his bedroom. You smiled as took the phone from him.
“Oh I have to go. Trouble at home.” You hate lying but it could not be avoided.
“Everything okay?” He frowned as he placed his ID tag on his scrub pocket.
“Yeah it’s not very serious but I should go.” He nodded and the two of you held hands as you went back to the living room.
He didn’t even move from his spot. He just looked at the point where you two held hands and smirked. It fucking grated on your nerves. “Seems to be a change of plans, man. My baby has to go as well. A little emergency at home.”
“Everything okay? Need a lift to your house?” You had to admit that asshole had gumption. Like you would ever be caught dead in a closed space with him. Even if you hadn’t drove over, you’d walk ten thousand miles before accepting a ride from him.
“No that’s quite alright. I drove over. Everything’s fine, I just need to head over there. Thanks for offering.” Yeah right.
“Oh that’s right. I forgot I parked next to you.”
You squinted your eyes at him. “I’ll put the food in the fridge.” Hopefully he got the message and left with your boyfriend. You did not want to have to face him any longer. “You should go now baby. Don’t be late.” You kissed him goodbye and grabbed the beer cans. “Bye,” you told your boy’s friend and turned to head to the kitchen.
“I’ll help you,” he offered.
“No I have it. You two go along.” Your back tightened and you couldn’t help it. Can’t he take a hint?
“Alright then.” Yes, fucking alright then. You wanted him gone, fucking very much so. “See ya.” He and your boy left out the door and you sagged against the wall once the door was closed.
What were you going to do? What in the hell were you going to do? He’s getting bolder and you could only take so much. Tell your boy and possibly ruin their twenty yearlong friendship? Or try to ignore him and keep it to yourself?
What to do?
What to do?
*`*`*`*`*`*
The two of them, they share so many things. They are about the same height but differed in builds. They had the same hair shade but their styling was not. Hell their initials were the same as well. They even laughed the same. From going to the same schools and college but differing in majors and professions. How? How could two men who grew up together and shared that and so many other things not be tighter than ever? How could those to not be just like brothers?
They should be, shouldn’t they?
Well it seems one half of the twenty year long friendship stopped caring because he continued to flirt with you. He was audacious enough to even talk to you on your boyfriend’s phone. Your lover and his best friend had been at some old friend’s house and you heard him in background asking to speak to you. And your boyfriend handed him the phone. He asked regular, ‘safe’ questions but you still felt like there were deeper meanings in those questions.
You didn’t think you were being paranoid. It was freaking noticeable. Why didn’t your other half pick up on it? You two were together for thirteen months and the bond between you two was strengthening more and more each day. All was great. Even when your boyfriend told you that his best friend was moving back to their hometown to work at the parent company he worked for in the city, you wanted to meet the man he raved about. That was three months ago and from day one, he made you feel…on edge. All beginning with those lingering eyes.
You shoved the mini shovel into the dirt to dig a hole and tried to shake the brooding thoughts out of your head. You were currently a man with a mission. You bought some tulips to plant in your boyfriend’s front yard. His yard was very small but the orange and red tulips were begging to be planted. It would be a nice surprise for when your boy got home from work later that afternoon.
Your back faced the road as you worked under the bay window on your hands and knees. When a car parked behind you, you didn’t turn around since you knew it couldn’t possibly be your lover. The low whistle caught your attention but it was the “Hey J” that made you turn around and gnash your teeth.
What was he doing here? The question resounded in your head as you squinted from the bright sunlight. You would stand up to face him but you were holding a plant in your hand. “You do know he’s still at the hospital.”
He chuckled at you and stood in front of you. “Yeah I know now, J. Thanks for telling me.”
Well then if he knew…“So then why are you here?” You pushed the root forcefully into the ground.
He sighed and crouched closer to the ground, closer to you. “To maybe look at you, watch you work.”
No, no, no! “I don’t need company. And I am tired of the staring. So stop and leave.” You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him. It would not take a rocket scientist to get the message.
He however either did not get it or chose to ignore it and you figured it was the latter. He kneeled in the grass next to you and you tensed. He didn’t touch you but it still felt like a violation. “When was the last time he took you out? Show you off to his friends? Chips and dip isn’t really living it up. I could take you to nice places.”
“How dare you?” You were agitated with the entire charade. “He’s your best friend. I am his boyfriend. You are betraying him. Why don’t you stop before you make it any worse?”
“Hmm J. I would if I could but just one question and I’ll be out of your hair.” He didn’t know how much you wished for him to be gone to a far away place.
“What?” You practically barked at him.
“Does he know?” You closed your mouth and glared at him. “That’s what I thought.” He smiled and brought his finger to your bottom lip. “I love it when you pout. I have to be back at my office. Catch you around, J.” He winked at you, got into his car and drove off.
You were angry. Pissed. Fucking fuming. Not even so much at him as you were with yourself. You should have opened your mouth from the beginning and tell your lover but you were sure you were imagining things. Now you’re not and it’s three months too late. But fuck him, you would tell your boyfriend when he got home because it has gone on too long. You hoped things would be nipped in the bud before the end of the day. You had faith that a solution would be worked out without causing too much heartache.
*`*`*`*`*`*
“I love them honey.” He kissed your already swollen lips once more. You smiled and hugged your boyfriend close. God, you wished you could be like this all day every day with him, just wrapped up inside his arms. Never having to worry about invasive eyes or listen to the lines thrown your way. “The tulips make the yard look more homey.”
“Thank you for the millionth time. Babe, I have something to tell you.” You felt like you could tell him anything now that you were in his arms even a bombshell such as this. You prayed he wouldn’t be too upset with you.
“What? You’re pregnant? Just kidding.” He laughed at his own joke and you smiled briefly along with him.
You gazed into his eyes and took a deep breath. “Your friend. He’s…he’s been flirting with me.”
Your boyfriend nodded slowly with what you assumed was a concerned face. “He has?”
“Yeah. Just making comments about how he could be better for me and he stares so much, so damn much at me,” you confessed, feeling a huge weight lifted off of you. You looked into your boyfriend’s eyes waiting for his reaction.
“He’s been doing this for awhile?”
“Yeah,” you said earnestly.
“Well, he’s obviously trying to mess with you. He has a wicked sense of humor.”
What? That’s not the reaction you expected at all. “No. You don’t understand. He dissed you. He said he could bring me to nice places. That he could spend all the time that you don’t with me.”
He laughed. “Yeah well he’s just fucking with you. I think he’s getting me back from flirting with a boy he used to date in college. Just laugh it up with him. I bet it’ll get him to stop.”
“Aren’t you going to even say anything to him? He’s not joking.” You could not believe this.
“Yes he is. He’s my bro. He’d never do anything like that. It’s just a joke. Where’s your sense of humor?” How could he be so disillusioned?
“But-”
He cut you off with a peck of his lips. “A joke.”
“If you just-”
“A joke. Enough talking about him. Let’s go to bed. Please?” Could it be? Could all of this be a huge joke? You doubted it, your gut reaction was almost never wrong. Those eyes did not scream joke. They were serious as a heart attack. But from the look of your boy’s eyes, he really didn’t want to talk about it. He looked exhausted.
You were a swirl of mixed emotions. Disappointed in your boyfriend’s reaction, confused at his best friend’s flirtations, questioning it was real or not and just fucking upset with the entire situation. You might as well go curl up in bed with your lover because you refused to bust your brain about your feelings now.
*`*`*`*`*`*
You went to work the next morning halfway between elation from some early morning loving you received and frustration from being up so early in the morning. You smiled at Selena, your coworker but didn’t greet her. She knew the drill. You are not a morning person and didn’t talk until you were on the clock.
After you hung your coat on the coat rack, you plopped yourself in the swivel chair and looked at the clock. Selena went outside for whatever reason unknown to you. You had ten minutes before the payment division for the telephone company was opened. Maybe if you closed your eyes, you can get a little rest.
“Oh Papi, look what came in for you,” Selena called out to you excitedly. You sighed for the missed minutes of shuteye and opened your peepers. You were astonished to see a big bouquet of assorted tulips in front of you. “Your special man sent these for you,” Selena commented slyly. “That’s so sweet.”
You smiled in shock and reached for the card. This was not like your boyfriend but hey, he threw a few curveballs your way now and then. And you loved him for it and this. You grinned as you opened the card, listening to Selena whine about you never bringing “your special man” to meet her and when in the hell were you going to let her meet him.
Thinking about you and saw these. Just had to give them to you. Reminded me of you planting these, J.
That was it. He didn’t even sign his name. There was a tiny box, close to the size of a ring box, next to the cardholder and you were afraid to pick it up much less open it. You placed the card back into its envelope and ignored the flowers. Well tried to ignore the flowers but they were right next to you as you looked out the window at the customers. Plus, Selena would wink and giggle at you anytime she was between customers. Talking about how sweet your man was and how romantic it was.
And really, you knew and got the point after the third time she commented on it. When customers commented on the tulips, it also added to your frustration. You would have had the right mind to throw them out.
But you didn’t.
You should have but you didn’t. They were gorgeous. And you couldn’t hate the flowers even if the person who gave it to you isn’t your most favorite person in the world. When your lunch break came up, you carried the bouquet to the employee backroom. Since no one else was there, you decided to open the ring box.
Inside the tiny box was silk cloth. You unraveled and unfolded and gasped as you saw another slip of paper roll off the pair of black silk boxers you held in your hands. You quickly unfolded the paper and read the other message he left for you.
These also seemed to remind me of you. Soft and sensuous. I bet you’d look like heaven in it. I’d bet you feel like heaven in it. I’d love to feel you in it, J. Meet me for lunch. Call me 555-880-1973. Anytime.
You gulped. This was definitely more than joking. You had proof now. Right? Short of being under him, other than the boxers you held in your hands, you had no other hard evidence. You were going to show these to your boyfriend. See what he’d have to say to that.
But you were also going to call the asshole. You were going to meet him for lunch. Call him on his bluff and tell him to end this. You weren’t ever in a situation like this and…just enough was enough.
You whipped out your cell phone and dialed him up and he sounded as if he was waiting for your call, like he was expecting it. “Hi J. Thinking about me?”
“Look, I’ll meet you,” you said through clenched teeth.
He chuckled as if you told a joke. “You didn’t like my gift? Tell me the truth.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You’re lying.” Oddly enough you were. “But I’d be surprised if you weren’t. Meet me at Le Cygne Orange. You know where that is?”
“Yes I do but I have an hour lunch break and then I have to be back. You’re sure you want to go someplace so fancy?”
“Yes, I am sure. Don’t worry about it. I’ll have you there and back in no time. Can’t wait to see you…J.”
“Yeah, whatever.” You had no smart comeback for him so you went with your usual pissed vibe with him. You ran out of the building and caught the bus that headed for that part of the city. It wasn’t too far and you made it there in record time though you felt out of place in your chinos. Everyone else wore business suits unless they were the waiters.
You felt his stare on you before you saw his face. You looked into his eyes that seemed to be aglow. You wished you had placed the boxers he gave you someplace else other than in your back pocket. You felt naughty under that stare with the silk underwear in your pocket.
He stepped away from the bar and motioned you over. “I got us a table for two, J. We’re ready to be seated,” he told the awaiting maitre’ d. He brushed his hand on your arm and you shivered and pulled away.
After you sat at a secluded part of the restaurant and you two skipped the salad to ordering the main course, you glared at him and he smiled at you. “I told.”
“Oh?” He looked intrigued instead of furious. “What did my best pal say?”
“He thinks you are joking. I have to ask, are you?” Maybe he is.
“I think you know the answer to that, J. I am not playing at all. I want you.” He just said it so simply. As if it were natural like breathing or knowing that 1 + 1 =2.
“You have to be kidding. What part of me being taken do you not understand? I am off limits. And in love with my boyfriend who I may add is your best friend.”
“Oh I know he’s my best friend. But if you’re all of what you say you are, please J. Tell me why are you here? With me?” He reached out for your hand and traced your fingers.
That was a good question. Why were you here? Did you think you could really stop this man? Did you think you could ever persuade your lover to see what a cad his friend really was? “I came to tell you to stop.”
He leaned forward. “You could have told me that on the phone.”
“I prefer to tell it to your face,” you sneered.
He handled your comments with quiet humor and patience that irritated you even more. “Well, I still want you. But you can tell me how much you want me stop,” he shrugged. “I still will.”
You frowned. “Don’t you love him? He’s like your brother for Christsakes!”
“And yet he is not. But yes J, I do love him. But I see I could be so much better in his position when it comes to you. I bet you have those boxers I gave you right now.”
How did he do it? How did he know you so well? “Enough. Quit it.” You stood up and threw the napkin in your salad plate. “I’m showing him these boxers and telling him all you said.” He said nothing to that, he only raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“I’ll be seeing you, J.” He called lightly after you as you stormed out of Le Cygne Orange. You’d show him.
*`*`*`*`*`*
“Look at these!” You waved the boxers in front of your lover’s face once he sat down on the couch at your apartment. He came straight over from work and you grabbed him to sit down with you on the couch.
“What are these?” He couldn’t tell because you were waving them around like a madman. He had to hold onto your hand to make you stop moving.
“You’re so called best friend gave them to me. Along with flowers and he asked me to go to lunch with him. He told me he wanted me. So what do you say about that?” You straddled his legs. Your face was in front of his.
“Are these Dolce & Gabbana?” He smiled at you and you did not find it funny. “What Versace?” He kissed your nose and you pulled away.
“No. It doesn’t matter. Look he said he wants me. Don’t you get that he’s trying to woo me?”
He laughed, paused and then laughed some more. “Woo you?” He chuckled. “Oh honey that’s a good one.”
“Are you for real? Your friend wants me! And asked me to meet him at Le Cygne Orange. He told me all of this there.”
He stopped laughing but his eyes were full of mirth. “Did you enjoy your lunch?” You couldn’t help but to punch his arm. “Ow,” he winced as he rubbed his sore shoulder. “Cut it out. Obviously you know he’s joking. Oh wait are you trying to pull one over me? Are you and him trying to make me jealous?”
“I am not joking. These boxers and the flowers he gave me are not a joke. He meant it.”
He brushed a hand over your head. “Honey, he’s joking. Because one, he’d never do anything like that. And two, even if he was, it wouldn’t be you.”
“What?” What the hell did that mean?
“You’re not his type.” Is that so? Not his type, were you? How could he think that?
“I am and he wants me. Why don’t you tell him to stop?” You pulled away and folded your arms in a huff.
“Baby. Come on,” he drawled and reached over to hug you but you wouldn’t allow it and moved off his thighs.
“Baby?” You remained silent and pulled away. You rolled your eyes and kept your mouth closed.
“You’re not talking to me?” You stood up and went to your bedroom. You loved him but you couldn’t be around him at the moment. You closed the door quietly but made sure to lock it.
“Fine. I don’t know why you can’t take a good joke.”
Ha, the joke’s on him. If he only realized it.
*`*`*`*`*`*
Two weeks have passed and you were talking to your boyfriend. Of course you two kissed and made up. And his friend went away on a business trip so that was even better. You fell back in love with your lover and all couldn’t be better. You hadn’t heard from his friend and maybe, just maybe he gave up.
The phone rang by your head. Your boyfriend was in the shower. He had to get to work in ten minutes. He wouldn’t have been so late if you two didn’t try to fit in a quickie. You smirked thinking about what happened a few minutes ago and grabbed the phone, not even checking the caller ID.
“Hello?”
There was a pause and then a greeting that made you feel wrong. “J. Hello.”
You closed your eyes when you heard that voice. “What do you want?”
“J, I’m home and I called to tell my friend that I got here safe. But I think it makes it more fun to tell you. Did you miss me?”
You laughed out loud. “You know I didn’t.”
Changing the subject as always, “Did you tell on me?” He lowered his voice when asking you.
“You’re a piece of work. He thinks this is all a joke.” You sighed, full of frustration. You still couldn’t break through your boyfriend’s thick skull.
“But you and I know that it is not. It’s his loss.” He said it just like that, like it was something insignificant. “Did you wear those boxers, J?”
“Fuck you.” And you didn’t wear them. But you did look at them once or twice after you watered the flowers he gave you.
“In due time. I also called for another reason, J.”
“To piss me off?” You quipped.
“The only reason why I piss you off is because you let me. You let me because you want me. You want me because you know I speak the truth. I’m better for you,” he told in a serious tone and that more than anything put chills in your bones.
“Go to hell.” He was not getting to you. You should hang up the phone but just like how you should have thrown away the bouquet he gave you, you didn’t. You just had to hear what he said.
“When you and he are making love, do you think of me? Me being inside you, all over you, biting you, twisting you in the sheets. You scratching my back and calling my name. Is he there? Is he there now with you?”
“No,” you whispered.
“Just like always, eh J? I could do those things to you and more, if you let me.” That sneaky bastard had you right where he wanted you. God, you felt something blossom inside you. But there was a little voice that rang inside your head.
“No. I can’t.” You shook your head for your own benefit. You listened to the shower stopping. He’s why you can’t. He’s why you won’t.
“Yes, you can.”
“I won’t.”
“You will,” he told you assuredly.
You didn’t answer him because the bathroom door opened and your boyfriend walked out with clouds of steam around him. “Who’s on the phone?”
“It’s for you,” you rushed out and stood from the bed. Your boy took the phone from your hand and looked at you weirdly. You left the room to leave the phone and the man who was on it.
You quickly turned on the shower to throw your boyfriend off and sat down on the bathroom sink.
You responded. You actually let him get into your head and listened to him, imagined his thoughts. You wanted to…
You would have…
You couldn’t even let those thoughts run rampant in your head. And once again your lover saved you from having to. “Honey?” He called from the room.
“Yea?”
“I know you’re in the shower but we just got invited to…” And he told you that he just accepted his friend’s invitation to his housewarming party. And of course you were to go as well. It would be tomorrow night and would be a blast but he had to go and he loved you. Bye. Bye.
Just fucking great. You cursed your luck.
*`*`*`*`*`*
You sighed into your beer that was poured into a glass, which pissed you off. You preferred to drink your beer straight out of the bottle, thank you very much. But you chugged heartily anyway. This was what your third, fourth beer in a half hour? The mood you were in was definitely a dark one so the alcohol helped add to it.
You were at his party with a bunch of people you did not know. You were so lost when they made their not funny jokes and hemmed and hawed over the magnificence of his house.
So what if it was big? You’ve seen and been in better. Maybe you were pissy but so what? You had good reason to be.
Oh, did you forget to mention that your boyfriend decided to volunteer his services at work tonight? Because you were still reeling from when he called to apologize. The hospital needed an extra resident on call and your boyfriend just volunteered knowing that he just accepted his friend’s party invitation yesterday.
You just didn’t get him sometimes. He said that you would enjoy yourself with his friend and as you sat in the corner of the supposed party, enjoying yourself you were not. You watched your host laughing it up with his guests, all of them except you.
What were you, horseshit now?
You’ve been there for over an hour and he did not look at you. He had led everyone for a tour of his house and left you alone, sitting by his bay window looking outside. Music was played on the stereo, some were dancing, some talking loudly, everyone enjoying themselves but you. And you were ready to walk to the bar to get yourself another beer because if you had nothing other than getting drunk to look forward to tonight, then you might as well get there.
Just as you were about to get up from your seat, you stopped. Your hairs stood on end and you looked up and across the room. There were those familiar eyes on you, the intensity turned on full blast. And finally, you got his attention.
And he must have noticed the acquiescence in your eyes because he moved across the room so fluidly, so determinedly to you. You had no more time other than to gasp and put your glass down when he reached you. He looked down at you and didn’t smile. “How are you, J?”
“I’m fine.” You looked up just a little too quickly and the world tilted for you slightly. You blinked your eyes a couple of times to glare at him.
“Oh. I could tell that you were. How many of those did you have tonight?” He nodded to your now empty glass.
Not much in your opinion but the alcohol softened your tongue…minutely. “Not any of your business.” He pursed his lips and you stood. You swayed and he had a hand ready to steady you. When he touched your arm, you just blazed. You couldn’t decipher if it was rage or want but you weren’t trying to figure it out. “Move.”
He took his hand off of you and moved out of your way silently. You grumbled to yourself as you went to the bar. “Can I have another beer?”
“Sure sir. Imported or Domestic?”
What the fuck? The same damn thing you have been drinking all night. Fuck if you could remember the brand you drank. And maybe that was a sign that you had too much to drink but whatever. “Scratch that. Lemme get Crown Royal with like two ice cubes.” The bartender served you with your drink of choice and you were satisfied.
You put an ice cube to your mouth and sucked. 'Cause you liked to do that…yeah. But maybe a little because you knew he was watching you. You turned to find out and by golly gosh, he was looking at you with eyes that devoured you and made you feel like you were the only one in the room.
See all you wanted was some attention and you got it ten times fold. Oh boy, did you get it ten times fold. You even felt your pants tightening at the crotch. You wanted to blame the alcohol and say that it lowered your inhibitions. Because it brought something out of you and it scared you.
Because…Boyfriend!
Boyfriend!
Boyfriend!! Ran through your head. Why were you forgetting him? How could his friend make you forget your lover so easily? You quit staring into his eyes from across the room and shook your head. It wasn’t clearing your mind as quickly as you wanted it to and you had to leave that stare before you did something about it. So you walked out, more like rushed out of the room.
It was not like you knew your way around his fucking house and why the fuck did it have to be so big? All the doors were confusing but you needed to find a place around here where you could think the proper thoughts you should be thinking. You made a right down the hall and entered the last white door.
And ended up in the kitchen. You walked to one of the chairs at the counter and plopped your tipsy ass on the soft seat. You still had your three quarter glassful of alcohol so you drank away as you tried to will your half erection away. It only happened because you were lonely and missed your boyfriend, you rationalized.
But if so, why didn’t you leave his house? Why were you now sitting in his kitchen, sipping on your Crown Royal like you had all the time in the world?
And why, when you heard the kitchen door open, you sat complacently and did not lash out? You knew who it was and maybe subconsciously you were waiting for him, tired of playing the game but you never bought into that psychobabble bullshit anyway.
“You running from me, J?” He directed the question to your back.
“What does it look like to you?” You didn’t look at him just continued to face the wall and drink some more out of your glass.
He leaned lightly against your back and murmured, “It looks to me that you were. That I got to you.”
“Yeah you did. Doesn’t mean that I’ll do anything about it,” you told the wall flippantly. You gulped down your alcohol.
“J.” Damn him for making that one letter sound so sexual. Your erection wasn’t going away in fact it kept growing.
“What?”
“J. Look at me. Tell me,” he didn’t request. He told you. And damned if you didn’t turn around to face him. You swiveled halfway and stopped. He put his hands on your arms and turned you the rest of the way. You tried not to look into his eyes but with extra push from the alcohol in your system, you did. And you were stunned. “Now tell me.”
And you forgot what he asking. Huh? What? “What?”
You were captivated by the raw lust in his eyes. “When you ran, you ran from me, J?”
You told the truth. “Yeah.” You opened your legs wider on the chair.
He nodded his head and continued. “I know. I want you to know, to realize. Where’s your boyfriend, J?” He moved very close to your face but he didn’t touch you, not how you wanted him to. And oh how you wanted him to.
Why must he bring him up? “You know already.”
“Hmm…” He stepped into your opened legs and wrapped his arms around your back. Other than opening your legs, you moved only to bring the glass to your mouth. “You’re right. The better question is do you want him here?”
You sipped your drink as he looked into your eyes. You searched your heart for the answer cause your head was a jumbled noise of ‘Stop’s’ and ‘No’s’. “Nope,” you put that ice cube back into your mouth and he moved closer to you to lay his forehead on yours. You moved closer and you rubbed your tented pants against his and you moaned around the ice cube.
That was all he needed, he had your attention and, most of all, your consent. He surged his lips to yours and you opened your mouth for him. He sucked on your ice cube and water and saliva dripped out of the corners of your mouths as you feasted on each other. It was so hot, so nasty, so unlike anything you ever experienced.
You just wanted more and more and it seemed he felt the exact way. His tongue was everywhere and anywhere inside your mouth. If he didn’t slow down you would have choked but you doubted you would have minded.
You finally closed you mouth on his tongue, you sucked so wantonly as he grunted. You slammed the glass blindly on the counter behind you and grabbed onto his shoulders to bring him impossibly closer.
Then you had to stop for breath. And gulped down as much air as you could, your mind a plethora of warm, wicked thoughts. You refused to set your mind on anything else other than this, than him, the very erotic him.
“Maybe I should-”
You shook your head and held onto his shoulders. “Don’t.” You did not want him to even consider it.
“Don’t?” It was the first time he sounded so unsure of himself.
“Don’t stop. Don’t make me think,” you plead and drew him close to your mouth again. You threw caution to the wind and chose him.
“Let’s take this to someplace more private okay?” He asked you as he licked around your lips. You nodded your head and bit onto his lip. He wrapped your legs around his hips and lifted you up.
“What about your guests?”
“I told them to party on. I was going to bring you home,” he smiled sardonically as you licked your lips.
He brought you to a door in the kitchen and opened it. You looked and saw they were stairs leading down to the basement. “The basement?”
“Not exactly. It still needs some work done,” he explained as he carried you down the stairs. You kept licking the side of his neck because if you tried to look around while he brought you down the stairs, you would get dizzy. When he reached the ground, he removed his hands off your ass and you missed them.
But you stood and leaned back into him as you looked around the room. And damn was the room huge. There were cans of paint and boards in corners of the room but it had potential. In the very middle was a black baby grand piano and matching bench.
“It’s my music room. The acoustics are great in here,” he told you in your ear and started to suck on the outer shell.
“I didn’t know you play.”
“Yeah. I’ll play for you.” He spun you around and held onto your belt buckle. He ripped your belt and pants off so quickly you didn’t know if it was because you were half drunk or enraptured in lust. “You wore my gift.” It was true. You wore the black boxers he gave you. Ironic, isn’t it?
You nodded then looked at him through hooded eyes. “What about you? Pants off of you, too,” you shook your finger at him and giggled. He pulled his shirt off and you stopped the giggles. His chest was so…you couldn’t describe it but it made you so fucking hot. You wanted to slide up and down and lick all over his chest. Suck on his pebbled nipples and put welts on his pecs.
But as usual he was one step ahead of you. He pulled down your underwear and lifted you up again. “Let me play for you.” You looked up from his pulse point on his neck and frowned. You were sure you could hear him play sometime else.
He sat you on the piano keys and a cacophony of keys resounded in the room. Now you got him when he meant he’d play for you. He held onto your protruding cock and you grounded into the keys again, the sound like music to your ears. He kept a hand on you as he kneeled in front of you. “Been wanting that cock for so long,” he whispered to your drooling head. “Open for me.”
You opened your legs so quickly. He chuckled, “Slut.”
“Suck my dick and shut up,” you moaned as he rolled his thumb on your slit. He complied and went to town on your arousal, sucking on the leaking head and grunting loud and hard. The slurping sounds were driving you crazy and you looked down to him with those head full of curls slobbering all over your dick.
This was what sex was like and damn you needed this. He was palming his self and that made you even harder if that was possible. “Take if off,” you growled. You needed to see his cock like you needed another breath. He knew what you were talking about and pushed his underwear past his hipbones. He brought his mouth off your cock with a pop and continued to lick his way to your asshole. He kissed you there and you nearly fell off the piano keys. You boyfriend never kissed you there and it was a shock to your senses.
He inserted a tongue and you weren’t ready to be stretched by his tongue. You banged all over the piano keys like a wild man. He didn’t stay there too long. He had plans for you. With one last kiss he rose to his feet, finally taking his underwear away from his body.
“One minute,” he told you and kissed you quickly. He raced to his pants on the floor and pulled out a condom packet.
“You were planning on banging me?” You had to admire his confidence along with his huge cock. You were itching to get on there.
“I knew I would soon. You kept giving yourself away, J.” He smirked and tore open the package. He rolled the heavily lubricated rubber on his impressive erection and you tingled. What a pretty picture.
“Fuck me,” you beckoned to him, with your legs spread open on top of his very expensive piano keys.
He sauntered over, his dick was so hard it hardly swung as he walked. “I’m going to fuck you, nice and proper. Do one thing for me.”
”What?” You opened you legs, prepared to be impaled, your anus begging to be filled.
“Say my name,” he surged inside of you just then and you arched your back against the piano.
“Oh shit. Oh Justin,” you cried out more in pain than pleasure. “Gimme a sec.” He waited and breathed heavily.
“You ready, J?” He looked into your eyes, blue on blue.
You nodded. “Josh. Say my name, not J. I hate it.”
Justin smiled as he pulled all the way out and pushed back in, making the piano keys resound once again. You wrapped your arms around his back and rode. He kept pushing back in so slowly and you loved it but you needed to be fucked.
“Justin?” You cried and moaned as he hit your spot. You slid your hand to his ass cheeks and gripped.
He grunted and sweated. “What Josh?”
“Fuck me,” you plead as he grinded into you.
He opened one of his squinted eyes. “Aren’t I?” He sped up his movements but it wasn’t what you wanted.
You shook your head and pushed him away. He pulled out and you stood up. You turned around and present your bended ass. You put the cover over the keys and laid your hands across it. “Get in me and fuck me,” you ordered.
He complied. Once he was back in, he was a man renewed. He continually hit your prostate and you swore you saw stars. Back and forth, up and down, he was hitting every part of your insides and you were melting. You were squeaking nonstop and he bit your shoulder.
“Look at me,” he told you. You felt the balls that were slapping against your ass tightening. You looked over your shoulder and you were captured by the stark lust in his eyes. “I’m fucking you. Not him.” You continued to grind with him, pushing back so hard you were surprised you didn’t break your hips. Like you would ever need a reminder that Justin was not your boyfriend.
“Justin. Shit,” you stopped when you felt sweat run down your forehead and into your eyes. Justin put a hand on your cock and twisted, slicking the now running precum all over your shaft.
You couldn’t hold back. You came on a wild scream and he sped up and came right along with you after two more powerful strokes. Your knees were going to give out on you and Justin knew that or either his knees were turning like jelly too. He sat down on the piano bench with you still connected to his dick and that made you spurt out more cum all over the both of your thighs while he filled that condom inside of you.
“Damn Josh,” he panted.
You trembled and laid back against his chest. “Yeah. Let me catch my breath. I want you to fuck me again,” you breathed out heavily.
“But don’t you need to head on home?”
You wiggled on his half spent cock and this time he got the message.
*`*`*`*`*`*
It was another lazy Sunday afternoon and you were watching yet another basketball triple header on television. All three of you were munching on chips and dip courtesy of your loving boyfriend. Everything was the same as it was on that Sunday a month ago.
You sat curled up on the sofa next to your boyfriend, Jordan. He sat next to you hugging you close to him, oblivious and Justin sat on the recliner with his eyes on you, forever on you.
But this time you smiled and welcomed his heated stare. You didn’t look over at him and he didn’t need you to. You chanced a sideways glance at him and you were not disappointed. He licked his lips and palmed himself not too discreetly but discreet enough to not cause Jordan to notice.
Justin was always attentive to you whether he was near or far. He also understood why you were still with his best friend. But you both understood it would not be for long. You were with the man for now fourteen months and it took time to distance yourself.
Besides, Justin and you were quite content with fucking each other when Jordan was not around. Not to be misunderstood, Jordan was a good, no a great lover. Justin however was better, masterful even. And was not afraid to take the reigns from time to time and just fuck you like you needed to be fucked and make love when the time was called for.
Yes, you were falling for him especially after last weekend when he took to Carmel and you two did not leave the hotel room for two straight nights. You lied to Jordan and told him you were visiting your brother. And he believed you. Damn, you even started to spend time at Justin’s house. And Jordan was okay with it, thought that you should get to know Justin better. If he only knew how well you two got to know each other…all over his house. You risked another glance towards Justin and he bit his bottom lip.
You shivered next to Jordan and he just hugged you closer. You had a feeling that Justin saw you shiver and even knew why you shivered.
Jordan’s pager vibrated in his pocket just like it did that Sunday a month ago and you were hoping that Jordan would be called away because you felt yourself responding to that stare.
“It’s the hospital, guys.” Jordan kissed your lips and headed to the nearest phone to call his workplace. You looked to the eyes you knew were on you. You both held each other’s gazes but did not move an inch. Justin looked to your lap and slowly brought his eyes back to yours. You smirked and he followed suit.
“Sorry. I have to go to work. But you two won’t probably miss me,” Jordan joked.
“C’mon Jordan. You know we’ll miss you. You make those nachos so well.” Justin laughed even when Jordan chucked the pillow at him.
“I’ll miss you, Jordan.” You batted you eyelashes at him and you felt guilty.
Just not guilty enough.
Jordan ran to his room to go change. You grinned a sly smile and looked to him, to Justin. You two didn’t move at all, just stared. ‘I’m going to fuck you,’ you mouthed.
‘And I want you to,’ he mouthed back.
What went on between you two could possibly end Justin and Jordan’s friendship. He’d hate you for being the two-timer that you are. But after that first night you couldn’t pull away. You both were weak and selfish. Justin had to have you and you had to have him.
He was not a true best friend.
Neither were you a good boyfriend.
But a man could only take so much until he caved. “Okay. I’ll see you later. Love you Josh.” He blew a kiss to you and was out of the door. You gave Justin one look and he charged over to straddle you.
You’re not making any excuses but you did warn Jordan. Didn’t that count for something?
The End