A Complex Relationship 3
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A COMPLEX RELATIONSHIP
Previously:
He pulled back then pecked me on the lips again. "Send me a message, James. I'm not letting you get away."
With that, he grabbed the tools he'd left behind and walked out the door, turning to flash me a smile and a wink.
I felt like a teenager again, I liked a boy and he liked me back. I'd missed that feeling, but I just had to make sure I didn't fuck things up by getting too far ahead of myself.
CHAPTER 3
I wasted no time sending Marco a message. I sucked at playing it cool, but I also wasn't going to stuff around and play games.
"Hey Marco, it's James Anderson, the guy who gave you the best head of your life. Just thought I'd let you know that I have a lasagne dish but my fridge is empty, so let me know what ingredients you need and I'll pick them up."
Send.
The three dots popped up almost instantly, indicating a reply was coming. Fuck, I hope you typed the number in correctly.
"Hi Mr Anderson, I think you have the wrong number."
FUCK.
"Just joking!"
I think that just aged me by six months.
"I prefer to think of you as the man with the killer smile, or the hottest guy in your entire complex. Don't worry about the ingredients, they're a closely guarded secret that I may let you in on if you're lucky ;-)"
In the interest of romance I wasn't going to cum until I saw Marco again tomorrow night, but blue balls are a real thing, and even though I'd come when we were in bed, he got me unbelievably worked up in the shower. Like nothing I'd experienced before. I was precumming like I was very slowly wetting my pants.
I went back to the bedroom, dropped my pants, and among the ruffled bedsheets I jerked my cock. It didn't take long to have release, and I shot down the length of the bed. I needed that... but now I need to change the sheets.
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I slept like a baby that night. No I didn't wake up every three hours screaming and shitting my pants, I mean in the cliche sense, it was like I went into a coma for nine hours. I'd gone to bed early with the events of the day running through my mind, but I was just so worn out that they didn't keep me awake. Out like a light.
I woke up early the next morning and decided I should make an appearance at the office after "working from home" for more than I should've. My boss had been great about it all, I work for an online publication attached to a TV station, and I'd put in some serious overtime in the lead up to the move. He was going to give me the time off, but I'd still lodged some pieces from home to help out. But one or two of my colleagues wouldn't see it that way, or realise how hard I'd been working, so I jumped on the train and went into work.
I walked in at the same time as my boss, who had ducked out to grab a coffee.
"Well you've got a spring in your step! Don't tell me you've already screwed one of those hot young things in your building?" he said laughing.
"Well, not exactly. I met him in my building, but he's one of the sparkies working on getting everything finished."
My boss Bruce, a gay man in his 50s, looked at me in shock. "Get fucked, that's the hottest! I'm so proud of you though, you needed to get laid big time. Almost as much as me," he said with a chuckle.
"But enough of that filthy talk," he continued. "We're at a professional place of work and we need to move the conversation online where you can lay out the details without some prude overhearing. Or I'll buy you a drink after work and you can tell me about it then!"
"Ahhh no can do, hot sparkie is coming over to my place to cook me dinner."
"Okay now you're taking the piss, you landed a hot tradie AND he's cooking for you? I'm tempted to make you stay back and do overtime." he gave me a wink.
I laughed, I was lucky to have a boss who knew what it was like trying to date with a much smaller pool of available men. He was a big bear of a guy, like Hugh Jackman in the Wolverine films, but obviously not so intensely muscled. But he had a great sense of humour and had my back more times than I could remember. I was surprised he wasn't seeing anyone right now, but he and his partner of a decade had broken up about 12 months ago, and he was only just starting to think of getting back on the saddle.
The day went reasonably quickly, I got a couple of pieces up and locked in some interviews in the coming days. I was always paranoid yarns would dry up so I was keen to always have some irons in the fire in case things fell over. Plus if I was busy, I wouldn't fall victim to the dickheads in the publicity department pushing for a fluff piece on one of the closeted young actors in the nightly soap opera, or the cold and unrelateable co-host of the breakfast news show.
Bruce yelled out across the newsroom, "James don't be late for your appointment! You should leave in the next five minutes if you want to get there on time."
A few colleagues turned to look at me, I cottoned on to what Bruce was talking about as he flashed me a sly wink when no one was looking.
"Oh, yeah... I almost forgot!"
I packed up my stuff quicker than ever before and dashed out of the newsroom, quickly giving Bruce a thumbs up as he mouthed back `text me everything', causing me to laugh.
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I got out of the lift on my floor, passing a huge cluster of tradies who had knocked off from working on the apartments across the hall from mine, as they packed into the lift. I walked down the hall and walked in to my place, dumped my bags and got changed out of my work clothes. I quickly tidied the kitchen to make sure Marco had everything he needed and plenty of room to do it.
I texted Marco to say I was home and to come over once he was ready, and then grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the couch. I was checking social media and enjoying the beer when he replied.
"Hello handsome, I was just thinking about you. Perfect timing, I'm at the deli picking up a couple final items, but I'll be at yours in about 10 minutes."
I was both excited and nervous. It'd only been 24 hours or so, but I missed him like crazy. He'd really gotten under my skin.
Less than 10 minutes later the intercom buzzed and I looked at the screen to see Marco in a collared shirt. Still hot, even when not in his shorts and polo shirt.
"Come on up!" I buzzed him in.
Moments later he knocked on my door and I opened it to see him there with a huge smile. He was holding bags of groceries but his first priority was still to lean forward and plant a kiss on my mouth. I'll never get sick of those lips.
"Hello handsome, I've missed you. Are you ready for me to come in and whip up my Nonna's special lasagne?"
"I've missed you too, please come in and make yourself at home."
I pointed out where everything was kept and helped him work out how to use the oven's touch controls. I grabbed him a beer, twisted off the cap and passed it to him. He flashed me a smile.
"You're a mind reader!"
We chatted about our day, how I'd told my boss Bruce almost all the details about what we'd been up to, and he told me how his colleagues noticed he was in a great mood but hadn't worked out exactly why. I could tell he wanted to tell someone and share the excitement, but he wasn't ready to tell the guys from work. It wasn't a homophobia thing, bar one or two guys on site, he just wasn't ready to explain being bisexual, and things with Serena ending, or the fact he fucked on his lunch break.
We chatted for ages, had a second beer, and then after the lasagne went in the oven we walked over to the couch. He sat down and then pulled me in so I was nestled under his arm, my head on his chest. He kissed me on the forehead.
We chatted about our families, where we'd grown up, the films we liked. He talked about how he was a really fat kid, and still had to work hard to stay in shape. To me he was an Adonis, and I reminded him of this. I told him how I'd been both verbally and physically bullied all through school and how it rattled my self confidence. I took longer to trust people when they gave me a compliment or said they liked me, but I was getting better at it.
Dinner was soon ready, and we sat down at the table as he cut me a square, serving it with a salad.
"The salad is all stuff from my parents' garden which I've grown myself. The lasagne sheets I made last night fresh, and if you guess the secret ingredient in the sauce then I'll put a ring on your finger," he said smiling.
I choked on my beer and he laughed.
It was the most amazing meal I'd ever eaten, and seeing as I was a useless cook it was even better. I didn't have to lift a finger. We ate, and chatted some more, and then when we were both done I fetched him another beer and loaded all the dishes in the dishwasher. I grabbed a container from the cupboard and put a slice of lasagne in it.
"Right, that's your lunch tomorrow sorted, but if you think you're getting the rest you're sadly mistaken. That's all mine!" I said teasing, placing the container in front of him on the table.
He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap and kissed me.
"You're sending me home with the leftovers already? You've filled me with booze and now you're kicking me out! I still have to give you your dessert." he said the last part in an almost growl and gave me a deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth.
He stood, his arms cradling me so I was still in a sitting position. The guy was stronger than I realised. I'm no fatty but I'm not light either, but he made easy work of carrying me to the bedroom.
"Wait, I've eaten way too much, if we do anything now I might throw up in bed, and that'd be a horrible way to kill the romance." I said.
He started stripping me off, then shed his own clothes before pulling the covers over the both of us. He pulled me into him, spooning him with his semi hard cock nestled almost between my cheeks, his arm around me stroking my chest hair.
"Well we can just lay here until you feel like the food has settled, and then I can give you your dessert as a reward for eating all of your dinner."
I smiled. I felt safe, and warm, and he smelled amazing and so I pushed my body back into his more as he let out a little growl and squeezed me tighter.
I must've been tired or maybe it was the beers, because I dozed off.
An hour or so later I woke up, momentarily forgetting where I was, looking down to see a hairy tanned arm around my chest. I smiled, and could hear Marco quietly snoozing behind me.
I slowly rolled over to face him, causing him to wake.
"Sorry babe, I didn't mean to fall asleep," he said quietly.
"That's okay, I nodded off too," I said before giving him a quick kiss. My hand rubbed down the side of his body then grabbed his rock hard cock. "Oh hello, someone is already awake."
He chuckled and gave me another kiss, pushing me onto my back. His cock was dribbling precum, and it was quickly turning into one of my favourite things. My hand went back down and smeared it over the head of his cock, causing him to moan.
He looked deep into my eyes.
"I have a suggestion, but I don't want you to feel pressured into anything, and know that it won't change how I feel about you if you say no." Marco said quietly.
Oh fuck. This is the bit where he tells me he's into some kink thing I'm not into. "Go on," I encouraged him.
"I haven't slept with anyone since I got tested a few months back, and I'm negative, and don't have any STIs, but if you're up for it I'd love to fuck you without a condom."
I got harder at the thought. I didn't think it was possible.
"I'm negative too, and don't have any STIs either," I said, maybe a little blinded by lust. "So I'd love you to fuck me raw, so I can feel you cum inside me."
He smiled and kissed me, pulling me in tight.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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