Lives Intertwined (Chapter 12) By The WhiteWolf
The sound of the stereo filled the room gently as Jim looked at Greg lying on the bed. He moved slowly towards the bed as Greg gave him seductive looks. As Jim rested a knee on the bed Greg leaned back on the bed. Jim leaned down over Greg and planted a soft lingering kiss on his lips. Sliding onto the bed, Jim did his best not to move the lovely figure that now lay before him. Instinctively, Jim's hand moved up under Greg's shirt causing him to sigh passionately. Greg raised his arm over his head as Jim's fingers continued their trek along his chest. Gently moving upward to Greg's pectoral muscles, the fingers spread to cover more area. A soft moan escape Greg's throat and he tilted his head back. He hadn't been aware that he moaned, as his mind was preoccupied with the pleasure. The hands receded and came out from under the shirt, however they continued to move downward over the tight-fitting jeans. A soft hand caressed the swollen area that had recently appeared. Jim's hand continued to linger and moved down to stroke the inner thigh. Greg needed to make a move as his eyes opened and looked at Jim who was almost straddling him. Reaching up he gently unbuttoned the top button of Jim's shirt. Jim responded by sliding his left leg onto the other side, putting Greg's legs between his. Jim's hands moved downward and caressed Greg's legs while Greg continued to move down his shirt. Jim's hand went to Greg's inner thighs and gently rubbed them while he sat over him. The last button was finally undone and soon the shirt fell gracefully off Jim's body. Jim lay his hands on Greg's jeans but did not unbutton them - there was still the matter of foreplay. Jim ever so slowly slipped his hands inside the front of Greg's Levis. Immediately, he could feel the warm phallus protruding up in the jockeys. Jim's hand moved over the jockeys and than back up, stimulating Greg even more. Greg turned his head to the side closing his eyes and exhaled after a holding it for a few seconds. As he opened his eyes he saw the reflection in the mirror. In addition to the physical pleasure, the sight of it made it all the more erotic. That was combined with Jim moving his hand under the jockey shorts and touching Greg's extremely warm member. Jim could hear Greg's breathing suddenly as his hand wrapped around his most sacred part of his body. Slowly, the hand moved up and down with utter tenderness and love. Greg looked into Jim's eyes and Jim into Greg's. The only sound that was heard was the music emanating from the stereo. Jim smiled as he moved below and began to undo the jeans that were now an obstacle rather than a simple covering. Greg lifted his shirt over his head as he could feel his jeans being drawn down his legs. Jim's head slowly reappeared in Greg's view after the jeans had come off. As Greg closed his eyes Jim leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met but Jim moved before Greg could react. His lips didn't leave for long as he planted another kiss on Greg's chin and then another on his neck. Jim kissed the other side of the neck and Greg loved every move that Jim was making. Greg hadn't noticed his jockeys were removed as Jim seemed to focusing above the waist, but Greg wasn't about to stop him. The affection stopped abruptly, and Greg opened his eyes to see Jim looking down at him.
"Why..." Greg began to say.
Jim held a finger to Greg's lips, "Shh, shh". Jim leaned down to kiss Greg again. "I really... I love you Greg. We can take our time." Jim continued to watch Greg as he closed his eyes and smiled. After opening his eyes Jim laid back on the bed. A few seconds passed and Greg threw his arms over Jim and sat above him looking into his eyes. Slowly he leaned down and put his head on Jim's chest.
"I love you, Jim." Greg spoke as he lay resting with Jim. Both of them held onto each other and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Nick remained at the bar barely watching any of the other shows. He had seen a many people enter and leave the bar over the last few hours. It was unknown to him why he stayed, aside from the fact that he had nowhere to go that night. All that he could see within this night was an empty bed. He thought about what he saw earlier in the day with Robyn leaving with Jim and wondered why she was crying. He looked down at his glass and then out into the bar. There was no use in staying around a place that wouldn't be very productive. He had seen many people leave with strays from the bar. Nick knew that even if a stranger were to approach him the night wouldn't be as fulfilling as he wanted. He dropped a five-dollar bill on the bar and left.
The light from sun streaming through the door hit Brad's eyes. Although the sun was almost hidden behind a building it was just at the right height to be seen. Brad had slowly crept back into the bar without anybody noticing him. He didn't want to anyone to know he was the one that had been dancing on the stage moments ago. Glancing at the room he looked for an easy target. None of the people in the bar appealed to him in the slightest. There was one man who just exited the bar that might've been worth the effort - alas, he was gone by now.
Alex stepped out and breathed deeply. He had been inside all day and the outside air was a welcomed break from it. A walk was one more way to get his creative juices flowing. He uses sight to help him when he writes. Alex takes mental notes of his surroundings and the people he sees to produce ideas. There wasn't much to go on.
The streets were not very full of life today even though rush hour was fast approaching. He passed by many shops that littered the street, casually glancing in each one. He detoured from his usual path and entered the park. Although he rarely goes into the park, but seeing as his usual methods have failed him it was a chance he'd take.
It was very quiet and serene. As he sat down he took a small pad and jotted down the scenery. As he was so busy writing he hadn't noticed a man approach him.
"Is this seat, perchance, taken," the man asked as he walked up to Alex.
Alex continued writing as he spoke, "Go right ahead." After dotting his i's and crossing his t's he looked to his side. He had to be late twenties. Not finding the words to say anything he lowered his eyes back to the pad of paper.
Nick looked out to where Alex had been looking at moments ago. All he could see was a couple of bushes and trees.
"Beautiful, isn't it," Nick broke the short silence between them. He wasn't really commenting on the scenery but he was trying to spark a conversation with the interesting man.
Alex stopped writing in mid sentence and smiled towards Nick, "Yes, I suppose it is." He could tell Nick was trying to accomplish something. It was the inflection of his voice and the tone he used. Even the speed and which he talked. All of these factors where being weighed by Alex.
"What are you writing, if you don't mind my asking," Nick slid over an inch or two indicating towards Alex's paper. He hadn't waited a second after Alex spoke before he asked. He could tell Alex was interested. And no doubt the feeling was mutual.
"Just writing down the surroundings and my musings."
Nick was surprised as he queried, "Musings?"
"I'm a writer," Alex replied after flashing a short smile.
"Anything I might've read?"
"It's possible," Alex gave a small laugh. Both of them stopped talking as they looked at each other closely.
Adam sat back on his sofa. He had finally made progress with Jim. Things in his life were finally coming together. So he thought. He opened up a drawer that seemed to be built into the coffee table and pulled out a day calendar. After flipping numerous pages he wrote down "coffee with Jim" on tomorrow's slot. Merely glancing at the rest of the day's events he realized he had a meeting tonight. He had even been reminded by a coworker about some sort of dinner meeting. It had slipped his mind entirely, as he was busy thinking about something else. Someone else. The dinner wasn't for a while so it didn't bother him much. He knew he had a suit ready in his closet anyway. He might as well get started seeing as there was nothing else on his agenda.
It pleased Brad for a moment that he was single again. Happy. That is the image he was supposed to give as a go-go dancer. He knows he has to make the audience want him, even though they'll never have a chance. "Desiring the unattainable", as Brad liked to call it. But this idea only made him happy for a moment as he realized that he all he ever wanted was a stable relationship. To Brad, a relationship was the unattainable. He drove down to an Italian restaurant: Carrabbas. After walking in, he came to the realization he had a long wait. After giving his name to the host he stepped outside for a smoke. As he searched his pockets he found he had no lighter. It seemed as though things were not headed his direction.
Just as he was about put the cigarette back a voice spoke to him, "May I?" A small flame came from a lighter that an attractive man produced. Brad accepted and held his cigarette to the lighter.
"Thanks," Brad spoke after a short drag.
The man nodded, "Adam." He held out his hand. Brad found it quite strange that this person was already introducing himself as they had just met. He looked at the man a bit quizzically for a moment before extended his own hand.
"Brad." He shook Adam's hand and faked a smile. Brad was about to turn away when he looked at Adam again. He was vaguely familiar, he had to have seen him somewhere before. It was difficult to tell where Brad had seen him but he knows that they have crossed paths at one time. Adam looked towards Brad noticing his watchful gaze. Not to seem unkind and stare, Brad looked away casually.
"There was definitely something about this kid," Adam thought. He wasn't sure what caught his attention. His gracefully movements, his tortured soul demeanor, his youthful body, the soft blue eyes? Adam caught himself slipping into a daydream and looked at his watch.
"Oh excuse me," Adam straightened his posture, "I have to be going. Nice ... seeing you." Adam decided against using the word "talking", for they were not engaged in a real conversation. He walked into the restaurant.
It was getting dark and Alex knew he had to be getting back to his apartment. He didn't want to leave; it was almost as if he couldn't leave. It was Nick that kept him there. This rugged, captivating man had Alex's mind captured. Nick could sense Alex's dilemma.
"You have to go, don't you," he spoke softly listening for an answer. He knew what Alex's was going to say, but he wanted to hear how he said it.
With hesitation Alex responded, "Yes." He stood up. Nick noticed the hesitation is Alex's words and that was the only invitation he needed.
"At least let me walk back to your house... apartment... your place of residence?"
Alex chuckled slightly while smiling to Nick, "Apartment. And you may."
Although the walk was very short they seemed to have some sort of unspoken connection. Both were clearly attracted to one another as they headed towards Alex's apartment. Soon they were standing at the door.
"It was truly nice meeting you, Nick," Alex smiled as he opened the door. He turned around to face Nick before he entered his door. He thought it would be too soon to invite him in. One does not want to seem desperate; Alex had only one other option. "Can I ask you something?"
Nick looked intrigued, "Please, do."
"What are you doing this Saturday," Alex asked quickly. Before Nick could answer Alex continued, "I'm having a party and thought you might like to come. Around 6."
Nick paused for a moment as he looked in Alex's eyes, "I'd love to come. You can count on that." Alex thought for a moment wondering if Nick was trying to use a double entendre.
Slowly Alex replied, "Great, hope to see you then." Alex walked into the apartment. He closed the door and leaned up against it sighing. After a few moment and opened his eyes realizing he has to organize a party in under a day. He knew there was only one person he could count on.
"Please be home, Rhonda," Alex spoke as he began to dial her number.
After a number of rings he gave up. He sat down at his computer as the day's events passed through his mind. With sudden urgency Alex began to write. He continued to write for a good 20 minutes without even stopping. Amazed with what had just happened, Alex leaned back and his mind shifted to Nick.
He smiled and closed his eyes, "My muse."
And, as they say, the plot thickens. More characters crossing paths, meeting with each other, and intertwining. So how was that for a treat... Greg and Jim? By now, you should notice that it's not obvious which characters are meant for each other. Fate is a very curious thing. It's an interesting idea to ponder on. So take some time to tell me about it and your thoughts on my story. Write to me at wolfhowlin2001@yahoo.com ; I'd love to hear from you.