Thank You! ==========
Well, Part 7 really got you wondering how long I'm going to drag it out, my Inbox is bursting at the seams! I swear to God, I'm not trying to be a tease with this story, I'm just allowing Mike and Scott's relationship to develop at their pace! (Incidentally, sorry about the Part 7 (I) thing in the last chapter, I was going to split it in two, guess I just forgot to remove the (I) when I decided not too.) The response so far has been overwhelmingly positive (I guess if you're not enjoying it, you just stop reading, right?) and I'm not going to rush them forward until I'm sure its time. But I don't think I'm giving away too much of the plot if I say that there will be a sexual relationship between them soon. Anyway, enough rambling from me, back to the boys...
Disclaimer ==========
This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The author asserts all legal and moral rights (copyright (c) 2000 - ardveche@hotmail.com) to this work and you may not copy it or transmit it in any way except in its entirety and with this disclaimer. This story features descriptions of sex between consenting adult males:
- if such material is prohibited in your jurisdiction, please DO NOT READ ON, - if you're under the legal age to read such material, please DO NOT READ ON, - if you don't like, or are offended by such material, please DO NOT READ ON.
Now, if everyone who is still here is meant to be here, let's get on with it. This is the first story I've posted so all comments are welcome (email them to ardveche@hotmail.com), but be gentle with me!
The Copier Guy ==============
Part 8 : Bedtime
I pressed my face back into the soft fabric of his shirt, and felt the solid warmth of his chest beneath, his heart was beating faster now and I was thrilled by the fact. Even so, I began to wonder what I had just done. I had just asked this handsome, intelligent, perfect young man if I could sleep with him, and instead of laughing in my face he had said yes and kissed me! I had certainly come a long, long way since Thursday. I was absolutely complete at that moment, sure I was aware that there was so much more for us to do together, but right then all I wanted to do was stay in his arms, just as I was.
"Thank you, Dale." I was barely aware I had spoken that thought aloud, but I guess I must have, because Scott answered.
"Calling out other men's names already?" There was a teasing note in his voice, he knew all about Dale, my best friend, and his wife Eileen who had urged me to get together with Scott after our first embarrassing encounter at my office. I laughed lightly into his chest.
"Listen, Mike, this is great. I could stay like this all night, but my left arm's gone to sleep, I'm going to have to move." There was real regret in his tone, but it wasn't half as much as mine.
"Sorry!" I pulled myself away from him and sat up straight.
"Will you please stop apologizing to me?" He gently rubbed his arm to get the blood flowing through it again and grinned at me to show he wasn't serious.
"Or you'll do what?" I taunted.
"This." He pulled me close to him and kissed me on the lips again. This time I was prepared for him and wasn't too surprised to respond and our tongues were soon dueling in the warm cavity formed by our mouths. "Now c'mon, you." He was suddenly standing and had pulled me, seemingly effortlessly, to my feet. I was reminded that for all his gentleness towards me last night and all day today, Scott was no lightweight.
"You're the boss."
"Remember that!" And then his expression was serious again, "are you sure you want to do this, Mike?"
"Asked and answered. Yes, I've never been more sure about anything." I squeezed his powerful arm and gave him my most sincere look.
"Okay." We crossed the room, and he pushed open the door to his bedroom and stood back to let me go in first. It was a stark contrast to the untidiness we'd just come from, there was only one thing in the room. His bed. It was neatly made, and thrown across it was the suit he had taken off that morning. "Oh, let me move that!" He trotted across the room to grab the suit, smiled sheepishly at me and threw it on the heap of clothes on the chair. I was standing about a foot into the room, staring at the bed. His bed.
"Which side is mine?" I asked trying to ease the tension that suddenly filled the room. Then I noticed a clock, a book and a glass of water on the floor at the head of the bed. "I guess that one, then?" I indicated the other side.
"Whichever you prefer. Really." He paused, and then, "God, this is awkward, you'd think it'd get easier!" I burst out laughing! Mr. Confidence was feeling awkward too, at least it wasn't just me! I turned and hugged him tightly, he squeezed back and we stood like that for a while. When I let go of him, I felt more grounded, more in control of the situation, and a lot more relaxed.
"Well, unless you usually sleep in your clothes, I guess we'd better get undressed, huh?"
"I guess so." He swallowed and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. I stood transfixed, I had intended to lead this process, but I was fascinated by the slowly growing V of skin as each button was undone. He was looking down at his chest intently, as though performing an unfamiliar operation. I became aware that my breathing was uneven as he pulled the tails of his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and slipped it off completely.
"You're so beautiful." I breathed as I gazed at his smooth, well defined body. He looked up, blushing, but smiled at me and held out his arms I took two steps towards him and allowed him to wrap me in his strong arms and press me to his chest. I rested my head against his shoulder and realized that I was powerfully aroused by this man. I stood somewhat awkwardly, to avoid my crotch brushing against him. He must have noticed.
"It's okay, Mike. Me too." His voice was low and soft, such that I felt it almost more than I heard it. He slid his hand down my back to my waist and gently pulled my lower body towards him, I flushed beet red as he pressed his thigh against the bulge in my jeans. But it felt so good! Even so, my entire body stiffened at the contact. I resisted the urge to yank away from him in shame and embarrassment at having another man knowing I was aroused by him.
I struggled with my conflicting emotions as he held me like that. I desperately wanted to go on, to do anything he wanted me to do and at the same time I desperately wanted to run from the room screaming. Maybe this had been a terribly bad idea, maybe I should just have gone home, maybe we were moving too fast, maybe I wasn't gay after all. All these thoughts and dozens of others tumbled through my confused mind as I tried to sort things out in my head, years of repression and lies were conflicting with a powerful, almost overwhelming desire for Scott.
He slid his hands back up and rested them on my shoulders pushing me gently away from him and I looked up at him, terrified that he was going to stop this and wishing desperately that he would. He smiled gently at me, and raised one hand to muss my hair. I tried to smile back, but it came out forced, more of a grimace and he gazed intently at me for a moment until I dropped my eyes. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, Mike. Why don't you get into bed?" There was such warmth in his voice, I felt tears begin to well up again, but fought them back down.
"Thank you." I whispered. He could see that I wasn't ready, or that we were going to fast for me and was giving me a way out again. He turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.
When he was gone, I stood for a while breathing deeply and then, giving myself a shake, I stripped rapidly to my shorts and T-shirt. Despite all my uncertainty, I was determined to go through with this, I wanted so desperately to be with him. I placed my clothes in a fairly neat pile and lifting the covers of his bed I slid underneath. It was blissfully cool between the sheets and I laid my head back against the pillows. My heart was beating like a jackhammer and I tried to focus on relaxing my muscles.
A few minutes later, there was a tap at the door, but before I could answer it opened and Scott's head came round it, a nervous smile on his lips. Seeing that I was in bed, he looked more relieved and came fully into the room. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. I had a sudden feeling of d‚j… vu.
"You okay? You want me to go sleep in the other room?" His concern for me was so touching.
"No! I'm fine, please, get in."
"Okay." He stood up and kicked off his sneakers, and began to unbutton his jeans. He kept his back to me, and I watched his muscles moving under his skin and felt a terrible urge to touch him again. After what seemed an age, he slid the jeans down and added them to the pile of clothes. Now wearing only his boxers, he turned and lifted the covers to slide into his bed beside me. I felt awful for making him feel awkward like this in his own home.
"Scott, I'm so sorry." I whispered.
"I warned you about that!" He slid closer and resting his hand on my shoulder he bent over to kiss me. Suddenly what had seemed so welcome in the car was incredibly threatening and I tried to sit up, to get away. My head cracked against his and I was vaguely aware of his crestfallen expression before he jerked back with a startled yelp. Pain shot through my head and I too slumped back on the pillows. Before I could apologize again he started to laugh and my urge to flee faded. I propped myself on one elbow and leant over him, stroking his cheek with my free hand.
"What's so funny, you?"
"You. Me. Us!" He gasped between laughs. He reached up and caught my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my fingers gently. "I'm sorry, Mike, I should have thought before I did that. I don't want you to feel threatened, but you looked so good lying there..." He trailed off.
"You're sorry? I'm the one who assaulted you."
"Just a scratch, Sergeant, I can go on." He joked.
"Shh." I placed my finger against his lips and scooted closer to him. Laying my head back on right side of his chest and my hand on the left.
"Lift up." He said and when I did he slid his arm under mine and up onto my shoulders so he could pull me a little closer and stroke my back gently.
"I didn't meant to jerk away like that, Scott," I murmured. "I really, really wanted you to kiss me, I just felt pinned suddenly, trapped. I'm sorry."
"That's two kisses I owe you now."
"It is, isn't it?" I raised my head and looked into his beautiful brown eyes and saw only affection there. He leaned forward and kissed me lightly, twice, on the lips. I gazed into his eyes for a moment longer and then quietly said, "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." True to his word he kissed me again, on the forehead, both my eyes and my nose. Then he placed his lips against mine and we kissed deeply and slowly.
"Guess I lost count." He smiled at me as we broke the kiss. "God, you have such beautiful eyes." His fingers were playing with my hair. I looked don at him and felt such a swelling in my chest I thought I would burst. He was painfully beautiful to me, how could I have been so lucky? What had I done to deserve a man like this, and why couldn't I be the kind of man he deserved? I reached up to run my fingers through his soft, blond hair and marveled at how young and innocent he looked lying there, at how much trouble I was causing him and how well he was taking it all.
"Whatcha thinking?" He asked me.
"I was thinking how little I deserve to be here, and how great you are." I replied honestly his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.
"What's 'deserve' got to do with anything? I'll tell you what you deserve, same as everyone else, you deserve to be happy. Are you? Happy that is?" His voice was lazy, but the tone serious.
"Wonderfully."
"Well that's all that matters. To me anyway."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes. Who knows why stuff happens? Who cares? We met and something was right and for reasons I don't have I want nothing more than I want to be with you, right here, right now. Nothing else signifies, for now, this is my world."
I gazed at him for a long moment, he held my gaze and didn't blink or turn away. Every inch of him radiated sincerity and my heart thumped. I blinked and realized that I was crying, the tears running slowly down my cheeks. Tears of pure joy as I saw the rest of my life opening up before me. He brought his hand up to my face and wiped the tears gently from my eyes with a small chuckle and a shake of his head.
"Let's not talk any more. Let's not think about tomorrow, or about other people are about anything other than now. Okay?"
"Okay." I managed as I sniffled and laid my head back onto his broad chest. I felt him sigh heavily and then all the tension seemed to flow from his body, as though he too had crossed some sort of boundary and was able to relax now. I snuggled into him and my eyes closed.
When I awoke it was in a strange bed with a warm weight across me. I was lying on my side, Scott's warm chest at my back, his arm round me and his breath gentle on the back of my neck. I tried not to move, not to disturb his slumber, to make the moment last, but he must've sensed I was awake and with a soft snuffling sound he woke himself. He stretched and rolled onto his back away from me.
"How'd you sleep?" He asked. This was typical of the Scott I was coming to know, his first thought on waking was to check how I was.
"Amazingly well. I haven't shared a bed in the longest time, I never thought I'd be able to get to sleep. Especially with someone as gorgeous as you lying next to me!"
"Ha ha. But seriously, I'm glad you slept well, you looked so worn out last night." I kissed his shoulder lightly, by way of thanks. His hand moved under the covers and sought out mine, squeezing it gently.
"I guess we should get up. Where's your bathroom?" I asked. Suddenly I wanted to be up and moving, and not lying here. I don't know why.
"It's the one that's not the kitchen. Clean towels are on the shelf, help yourself." He hauled himself upright and swung his legs out the bed apparently sensing that it was time to start moving and that we'd only spoil this moment together by drawing it out further. As I went to have a shower, he began busying himself in the kitchen and I marveled once again at my incredible good fortune. I luxuriated in the shower, staying in far too long, I felt like I was washing away the last of my old life and my silly insecurities. Eventually Scott tapped on the door and asked if I had drowned which brought be back to earth. I hurriedly dried off and dressed myself.
In the kitchen, a simple breakfast was laid out on the breakfast bar (oddly enough) and Scott was sitting on one of the stools smiling at me with a rumpled, just woken up look, about him. He was still wearing only shorts, which was a bit of a distraction while I ate, but one I could more than live with. When I finished eating I reached across the table and squeezed his hand.
"Thanks, Scott."
"For breakfast? No problem." He knew that wasn't what I meant.
"For Friday, for yesterday, for last night. For everything. You've no idea how much I appreciate what you've done for me."
"You sound like you're about to leave." He looked apprehensive.
"No! God, no. I just wanted you to know how much it all means to me."
"Okay, well, no problem I guess. I didn't do anything special."
"You were you, that's more than special enough."
"I think you overheated your brain in that shower! And speaking of which its my turn now." He rose to leave.
"Hey can I make a quick call? Check my messages?"
"Sure, knock yourself out."
I phoned my home number and dialed the code for my answering machine, I had four messages, so I played them back. They were all from Dale and Eileen. Starting Saturday morning, two more in the evening and one this morning. The first three were simply curious about where I was, the last reminded me that I was supposed to be going over for dinner tonight and asking very archly where I had spent the night. I stood for a moment considering my options and then dialed their number. The phone rang only a couple of times before Eileen answered.
"Hey, Eileen, its Mike."
"Michael! Its been too long." She said sarcastically, "Where have you been?" I could hear Dale in the background demanding to be allowed to talk to me or at least for the call to be put on speaker.
"It's a long story. I'll tell you later, this isn't my phone."
"You dog!" Dale's voice.
"Well that settles it, you're not coming to dinner any more, Mike, you're coming to lunch. And bring a friend!" Eileen, always keen to get the latest news had spoken!
"Um, I dunno, I'd have to check that."
"Check what." It took me a moment to realize that the voice was behind me and not coming through the phone line. I turned to see Scott toweling dry his hair again.
"Was that him?" Eileen squeaked in my ear, "Put him on!"
"Its Dale and Eileen, they want us to come to lunch today. But if you don't want to that's okay, really." I explained with my hand over the mouthpiece.
"No problem, I'd like to meet your friends. They sound great."
"Are you sure about this? They can be pretty weird, and Dale will cross examine you, he won't pull any punches."
"Oh I'm big enough and ugly enough to look after myself, but thanks for the concern!" He smiled at me and ruffled my hear before ambling off to his bedroom to get dressed. I took a deep breath and turned my attention back to the telephone.
"Mike? Mike? What's going on. He's not talking. Mike?"
"Okay, Eileen, we'll see you for lunch. Should I bring anything?" I was already dreading this, they were my oldest and best friends, but I knew this would be an ordeal.
"Just lover boy!" Peals of laughter came down the phone at me. "Oh, Mikey! I'm so excited for you!"
"See you later." I hung up.
To Be Continued... ==================
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