*** !! WARNING !! *** Gay fiction about to begin! If you're not old enough please come back when you are. If you're not allowed to see this wherever you're accessing it from, don't! You should go now at a run-if not, it's your neck and don't say I didn't warn you to leave. And last but not least-if you are offended by the thought of homosexuality then you're in the wrong place. Please go back the way you came in or you will be offended.
Also, these characters come from my imagination. I know of no one like them in real life. Any one who sees himself or anyone they know should mark it down as a coincidence.
This is the last chapter of the "Pillow Talk Prequel" series, but it is NOT the end of the story. There are two other chapters waiting to be told. I'll post them when they are ready.
Recently, a reader named Nick wrote to me with kind words about my creative endeavors. While not deliberate, the subject line of his letter suggested the pillow fight in this chapter. It seemed to fit the "pillow" theme of this story's title, so I thought "why not?" You just never know where a good idea will come from, and I thought it only proper to give credit where credit is due. Thanks again, Nick.
One last thing, I offer my most profound and humble apologies that these chapters are taking so long. I can only hope I am making them worth the wait. Thank you, everyone, for your patience. Now, I'll shut up and let you read the story.
"That's what he was after? The faked books?" Jeremy asked. He was sitting on a barstool at the breakfast counter in Ian's loft watching him in the kitchen.
"Yep." Ian said as he poured a cup of coffee. "He thought by getting you out of the way he could get back in my good graces long enough to get them away from me. I have no doubt that he would have tried to steal more money from the restaurant though."
"He really thought you were that stupid that you'd give him another chance?" Jeremy could not believe Marcus' reasoning.
"I don't know what he thought." Ian sighed then sipped his coffee looking thoughtful. Then Ian shrugged, "Maybe. God I hope I wouldn't be that stupid."
Jeremy shook his head, "Nah, not anymore. He taught you too well."
"I don't know." Ian sighed opening the refrigerator. "I've seen some really smart people do some really dumb things because they loved someone."
Jeremy laughed, "And don't forget the stupid ones who did smart things for love."
Ian laughed as he sat a bottle of soda on the counter in front of Jeremy.
"I can't say as I've done anything smart in the name of love."
Jeremy shrugged, "You never know."
Ian just gave him a quirky smile. Then he picked up a large bowl of popcorn and his cup of coffee and came out of the kitchen.
"So what did you rent for us to see tonight?" Ian asked.
"It's a surprise." Jeremy said. "You'll just have to wait and see."
"Oh great." Ian said. "Why does that worry me?"
Jeremy laughed, "It should."
Ian relaxed. Once the trial was over, Marcus would be out of their lives for good. He would no longer be causing trouble for Jeremy and himself. Ian had seen to that. Now, Ian could concentrate on being Jeremy's friend if that is all the young man wanted; more was fine with Ian too.
Ian and Jeremy sat on the sofa and watched the movie. Ian was not kidding when he said he was worried about what Jeremy had brought with him, but Ian had to admit he enjoyed it. Jeremy had been relaxed and cheerful all evening. Which was good because Ian was having trouble hiding his anxiousness. As the movie ended, Ian used the remote to start it rewinding. Then he sat the small plastic device on the end table and stood up. Ian turned to his left and looked down at Jeremy. "I have something for you." Ian said.
"What?" Jeremy asked.
Ian walked over to the door where Marcus' room used to be and stood there looking back toward Jeremy. Ian fished in his pocket and pulled out a key. He held it out toward Jeremy.
"Why don't you come see for yourself?" Ian said quietly.
Jeremy hesitated before taking the key. Jeremy looked at the key and then looked up at Ian.
"What have you done?" Jeremy asked.
"Go on." Ian urged him. "Open it up and see."
Jeremy eyed the key suspiciously for a moment before he stuck it in the lock. He unlocked the door and opened it slowly. Ian had left the light on so Jeremy could see what was in the room.
Along one wall, sat a full-sized bed. There was a chest of drawers on the opposite wall with black velvet in a golden frame. There were golden medallions pinned to the velvet. The medals were for little league baseball. There was a large mirror attached to the chest at the back. On the wall furthest from the door, and between the bed and dresser, sat a hi-fi stereo and a floor cabinet of CD's and cassettes. There was a shelf above the stereo that held trophies and car models. On the walls scattered around the room were posters of various heavy metal rock bands.
"This is," Jeremy's surprised voice faded.
The look of shock on the younger man's face made it all worthwhile for Ian. He wished he had remembered the camera. The look was priceless. Jeremy recognized it all. It was all his from the sheets on the bed to the trophies on the shelf.
Jeremy looked at Ian who was grinning from ear to ear obviously very pleased with himself.
"How did you get all this?"
"I called your mother. She was so happy that you were alive and well she agreed to send me your things." Ian explained. "She misses you very much. You really should call her. I know she wants to hear from you."
"Maybe later, but Mom doesn't work." Jeremy thought out loud. "Dad would never have paid to ship all this here."
"He didn't." Ian said calmly.
Jeremy knew who had.
"Why? When did you do all this?" Jeremy stammered.
"I called the morning after we moved you out of your apartment." Ian said. "I wanted to do something with this room anyway. You didn't have a permanent place yet, so I thought what the hell?"
"You want me to move in here?" Jeremy asked.
Ian sighed, "At first I was going to ask you to do just that, but I changed my mind. Now I think that I'll just give you the room to use whenever you're here. So the next time I get too drunk to take you home in the middle of the night, you won't have to sleep with me."
Jeremy moved around the room in a state total shock. He had thought he would never see his own things again. Yet, Ian had brought it all to him. His mother had helped. Jeremy looked down at the bed. He put his hand on the nearest pillow. He immediately remembered the last time he held one of his pillows in his hand.
"You know I remember the last night I slept in this bed." Jeremy smiled, wistfully thinking back. "My boyfriend Toby and I had just come home from a game. Our team won so we were both on a high from that. I don't remember for sure how it happened, but the next thing I knew."
Jeremy suddenly snatched up a pillow and threw it. The pillow caught a surprised Ian square in the face.
Ian grabbed at the pillow before it dropped to the floor. Ian saw Jeremy coming at him with the other pillow.
Ian gripped the pillow in his hand and swung at the same time Jeremy did. The two pillows collided.
The fight was on.
The two men traded shots to each other's head with the pillows. Anyone who might have seen it would have thought the sight of two grown men looked silly, and they would not have argued with the idea. At that moment they both felt silly. Actually, they felt like two little boys having the time of their lives. They were both laughing and promising the other would pay for each successful shot to the head. Finally, Ian knocked the pillow out of Jeremy's hand. Unarmed, Jeremy lunged at Ian tackling him and they landed on the bed. To the bed's credit it held up under the two of them.
Ian tried to throw Jeremy off, but he was laughing too hard. He could not remember the last time he had had this much fun from something so simple as horseplay.
Jeremy dug his fingers in to Ian's sides making Ian squirm with laughter.
"I'll get you for that." Promised Ian breathlessly. He was enjoying every moment of feeling like a kid again.
Jeremy giggled, "Oh, I'm so scared."
"Why you." Ian swore, suddenly finding the strength to flip Jeremy onto the bed. Despite Jeremy's struggling, Ian pinned the younger man's arms to the bed with his knees and began tickling him as Jeremy had done to Ian earlier.
With his arms pinned to his sides and Ian sitting on his chest the younger man was helpless to stop Ian from tickling him. Jeremy laughed as Ian's fingers dug into his sides. Ian giggled like a small boy. Jeremy squirmed and laughed under Ian's attack until he finally managed to get his arms free. Then Jeremy started tickling back. The two were soon laughing and squirming together.
After several moments, Ian collapsed on top of Jeremy out of breath from laughing so hard. They both lay there panting and giggling.
"God, I can't remember the last time I laughed so much." Ian gasped.
"Me neither." Jeremy agreed just as out of breath.
Ian climbed off Jeremy and sat on the edge of the bed. Jeremy did not move.
"Why did you do all this?" Jeremy asked.
Ian shrugged looking at Jeremy's face, "At the time it seemed like a good idea."
Then Ian looked around the room.
"I suppose it was my way of trying to make you feel welcome here which you are, like this could be your home if you wanted it to be. It was probably a subconscious effort at seduction. Hell, maybe it was both of those and maybe even more that I wasn't aware of at the time."
"Seduce me?" Jeremy smiled. "Knowing how I make a living, you think I'm worth seducing?"
Ian laughed then turned thoughtful, "Yes, I do. I have since I first saw you in my office. Finding out that you're an escort didn't change that. You know I told you I wouldn't pay you for sex, but that night you stayed here I almost changed my mind."
"I expected you to break your promise that night." Jeremy admitted with a nod. In his own mind Jeremy added, I was surprised at how disappointed I was when you didn't.
Ian let out a long slow breath, "That was one of the hardest things I ever did."
You know, I wouldn't have minded if you had, thought Jeremy, but instead he said. "Why didn't you?"
Ian's face became serious as he once again looked at Jeremy's face.
"Because I promised you I would be your friend." Ian said seriously. "And no matter how much I wanted you, that promise, and your friendship are just as important to me."
A thought occurred to Jeremy. It was too incredible for him to believe, but he found he had to know. Jeremy scratched his head and asked sheepishly, "This sounds crazy, but you sound like you really love me."
Ian chuckled softly before he replied with a nod, "Well, at first it was lust, but now? Yes, yes I do love you."
Jeremy was dumbstruck. In his life as an escort he had learned quickly when someone was lying to him. He had heard clients say they loved him before, and none of them had fooled him for one moment. What was making Jeremy speechless was that he saw and heard nothing about Ian that was untruthful. Jeremy believed, he knew, Ian was telling him the truth.
Jeremy reached up and put his hand around the back of Ian's neck. Jeremy gently pulled Ian's face down toward him. Ian did not resist, but leaned down. Jeremy kissed Ian on the lips. Tentatively at first, but as the seconds ticked by, Jeremy's kiss became more urgent.
Shifting position to lay down over the younger man, Ian quickly became lost in the moment as he began to kiss Jeremy's face and neck. Jeremy did not struggle letting Ian kiss wherever he wished.
Ian's kisses grew hungry as he realized that he finally had the man he had wanted for months in his arms. Before he realized what he was doing Ian was sucking hard on Jeremy's neck. It was not until Jeremy moaned that Ian realized what was happening.
Raising his head with a jerk, Ian looked down at what he had done to Jeremy's throat. He was shocked that he could lose control of himself like that so easily.
"Oh my God, Jeremy, I got carried away. I am so sorry." Ian gasped in apology.
"Sorry?" Jeremy asked puzzled. "For what?"
"Your neck." Ian said. "I put a huge hickey on it."
When Jeremy moved Ian rolled to one side. Jeremy sat up and looked over at the mirror on the dresser. Sure enough there on the left side of his neck, just behind the cord of muscle, was a bruise that so far was just red; but it would not be long until it turned purple.
Jeremy grinned, "Cool."
"Cool?" Ian was both surprised and relieved. "You're not upset?"
"Fuck no." Jeremy said. "It's been a long time since anyone's given me one of these."
"I'm still sorry." Ian apologized again.
Lying back down, Jeremy was quiet for a moment remembering what it meant the last time someone had left a mark like that on him. Toby had been the last person to bruise him that way. With his mouth, Toby had grabbed the pelvic skin right next to Jeremy's crotch. The bruise was sore for three days until it healed, but it was a reminder of how much Toby cared for him.
None of Jeremy's clients ever did that to Jeremy. All any of them ever wanted was their own self-gratification. There was no passion in what they paid him for, so none of them had ever "marked" him that way. Realizing that made Jeremy's chest swell with joy to know Ian felt that passionate toward him. It meant that Jeremy really mattered more to Ian than just self-gratification.
Jeremy's body responded to that, and so did his heart. Jeremy pulled Ian back over on top of him.
Jeremy looked in to Ian's eyes and said, "I'll forgive you under one condition."
"What's that?" Ian's asked with a slight nervousness.
"Make love to me." Jeremy said quietly.
Ian was caught off guard. It was what he wanted, but was Jeremy truly ready?
"Are you sure?" Ian asked quietly.
Jeremy knew Ian was giving him a way out that the younger man interpreted as a sign of real caring and respect. Otherwise, Ian would not have asked; instead, he would have used Jeremy like all the others did.
For his answer, Jeremy reached up between himself and Ian. Starting at the top of Ian's shirt, Jeremy began to unfasten the buttons.
"Please don't play games with me." Ian warned. "I don't think I'll be able to stop myself if you are."
Jeremy could see in Ian's face that the man was being honest, but so was Jeremy.
"I'm not playing games." Jeremy said.
Jeremy was apparently very good with buttons because soon Ian's shirt hung open as Jeremy pulled the shirttails from Ian's trousers. Ian just watched Jeremy's face searching for any sign that the young man under him did not want what they seemed about to do. He could not find one. Jeremy ran his hands over Ian's exposed chest. There was dark hair under his fingertips. Jeremy was not surprised. He had expected it when he noted the hairs on Ian's arms.
Rising up suddenly, Ian shifted to a kneeling position over Jeremy's thighs. Ian grabbed Jeremy's t-shirt and pulled it non-too gently from the younger man's jeans. Jeremy sat up and lifted his arms. Ian peeled off Jeremy's shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Ian took his first look at Jeremy's chest. It was smooth and hairless, just as it had been in his dream. Jeremy was lean with hard muscles, and a washboard stomach that was obviously the result of a lot of time in the gym. Jeremy's skin had a healthy glow to it even though the younger man was not bronzed.
"God, you're beautiful." Ian whispered.
Before Jeremy could move, Ian slipped off his own shirt and tossed it to the floor as well.
Jeremy could see that Ian had well defined muscle under that soft layer of hair on his chest. His belly was flat with just a hint of a washboard stomach. So far Ian was exactly as Jeremy had imagined.
"Not as beautiful as you are." Jeremy's voice was also a hoarse whisper.
Ian smiled happy Jeremy was pleased with what he saw.
Ian reached out and put his hands gently on Jeremy's chest. Ian let his hands gently roam over Jeremy's chest and broad shoulders. The younger man felt hard and supple under Ian's hands. Ian thanked whatever forces there were in the universe that brought the two of them together.
Ian leaned forward. Jeremy lifted his chin and the two of them kissed again. Their arms wrapped around each other as they kissed hard and sank together back down on the bed.
A moment later Ian pulled his lips away and rolled off Jeremy. Ian began to unfasten the snap of Jeremy's well-worn jeans.
"Just a second." Jeremy said rolling toward Ian and reaching for his own back pocket. "Let me get a rubber."
"Why?" Ian asked genuinely surprised.
"What do you mean, why?" Jeremy asked in disbelief. "AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, take your pick. I get tested regularly, but not after every client."
"Do you make them wear a condom?" Ian asked.
"Of course," Jeremy said. "I don't want to get anything they might have."
"You don't need one then." Ian said. "I've been tested twice since Marcus, and I've been negative both times."
"Still," Jeremy protested. "I think we should wear protection."
"Is this going to be a one night stand?" Ian asked suddenly.
"What?" Jeremy asked.
"You heard me." Ian said firmly. "I don't want to be a notch on any one's bed post, and I certainly don't want you to be one on mine. If this is only going to be a one time event, I don't want it."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jeremy was confused.
"I'm saying that I don't want casual sex with you. I want a relationship with you-a loving, caring, trusting relationship. People like that don't need condoms."
Jeremy was shocked. "You mean like a monogamous relationship?"
Ian nodded, "Yes."
Jeremy shook his head, "But I hook for a living, and that alone means I couldn't be monogamous."
"You said it yourself." Ian argued. "You know the difference between sex and love. I can live with you having sex for money as long as I know you love me."
Jeremy just lay there and looked at Ian in disbelief. "You'd be willing to be my boyfriend and not make me quit hooking?"
"Honestly, I wish you didn't, but I want you not your job." Ian said. "If you want to earn your living that way I won't make you stop."
Jeremy thought for a moment, My God! He really loves me enough that he'd put up with that! Finally he said, "Okay, no rubbers, but you can't get any of my stuff on you at all. I don't want you dying because of me."
Ian smiled, "I appreciate that, but the same goes for you."
Jeremy shook his head, "No, I trust you."
Ian laughed. "You trust me, but do you trust Marcus?"
Jeremy was quiet for a moment before conceding, "Good point."
Relaxing, Ian began to rub Jeremy's stomach. "Now, where were we?"
Jeremy shook his head, "I forgot."
Ian chuckled while he gently ran his hand over Jeremy's stomach in lazy circles. A moment later Ian moved his hand down and unfastened Jeremy faded jeans.
"Now I remember." Jeremy smiled.
Ian chuckled as he pulled the metal tab of the zipper. Jeremy watched him and felt an uneasy anticipation. He was surprised at the way he felt. He had not felt this nervous or excited since the first time he was with Toby. For just a moment, he wondered what had ever happened to his first lover. Then Ian was pulling off Jeremy's shoe pulling Jeremy back to the moment.
Jeremy watched as Ian took off each shoe and sock. There was a hole in the first sock that Jeremy's big toe stuck out of. Jeremy felt a flush of embarrassment over it, but Ian said nothing as he peeled it off his foot. Once his shoes and socks were off and tossed to the floor, Ian grabbed the bottom of Jeremy's pant legs and gave a yank. The bed shook and Jeremy found his pants were down around his thighs. Then Ian pulled them the rest of the way off Jeremy's legs.
Ian stood up, used the toe of each foot to slip off his shoes. Then Ian unfastened his own trousers, and pushed them to the floor. Ian stepped out of his pants and crawled back on the bed with Jeremy.
As Ian took hold of Jeremy's underwear the younger man asked, "Why do I get the feeling I'm in big trouble?"
Ian shrugged and then peeled back Jeremy's under shorts. "I don't know. I feel like I'm about to go to heaven."
Jeremy laughed, "God, you are so corny."
Ian smiled as he pulled off Jeremy's underwear, "I only get this way because I'm about to make love to a beautiful young man."
Jeremy blushed at the compliment.
Ian finished removing Jeremy's shorts and discarded them. Then Ian quickly removed his own boxers and let them join Jeremy's underwear on the floor.
Looking along the length of Jeremy's body, Ian shook his head in amazement, "I just can't believe it."
"What?" Jeremy asked slightly worried.
"You look just the way I imagined you would." Ian replied.
Jeremy blushed again. He was not used to being complimented by anyone he went to bed with. He was not used to being the one being caressed either, but he was enjoying the gentle touch of Ian's hands. Sitting back down on the bed, Ian let his hands roam over Jeremy's legs. Jeremy reached up and ran a hand over Ian's forearm.
"You look pretty awesome too." Jeremy said quietly.
Ian gave a small smile pleased that Jeremy approved of his body.
Ian's hands reached Jeremy's hips and they naturally went to the hardening flesh of Jeremy's manhood. It felt rubbery as Ian rubbed it, but it quickly lengthened and stiffened under Ian's caresses. Ian looked at Jeremy's now firm flesh. It curved to the left as it came away from Jeremy's body more than what Ian thought was 'normal'. Size did not matter to Ian, but he noted that nature, genetics, or some deity had been generous to Jeremy.
Noting the slightly exaggerated curve to Jeremy's erection, Ian laughed, "It reminds me of a big banana."
Jeremy sighed, "Sorry."
Ian looked up and saw a trace of disappointment in the young man's eyes. Ian had intended his remarks to amuse not hurt Jeremy's feelings. Ian would give anything to wipe the hurt from his face.
Thinking quickly, Ian smiled. "Don't be. I've always thought I was as hairy as an ape, and you know how apes love bananas?"
Jeremy laughed then, but his laughter was cut short when Ian engulfed his hardened flesh. Ian taking his flesh in his mouth surprised Jeremy.
He started to think; yet again, that this was one more thing that none of his clients in the past had done for him. Then Jeremy chastised himself. He had to stop thinking of Ian that way. Ian was not one of his clients. Ian was going from friend to lover.
Jeremy realized that becoming his lover is what Ian had wanted all the time. Jeremy had resisted because of his job, but Ian had been patient and now was getting what he wanted. It occurred to Jeremy that in the back of his mind that he had probably wanted Ian as a lover as well. Jeremy decided to make up his mind later because right then the sensations going through his body were more enjoyable.
Enjoyment, Jeremy realized, that Ian should be sharing.
"Let me suck you too." Jeremy said.
Ian stopped and looked up at Jeremy curiously, "You mean you want to?"
"Sure." Jeremy said. "Why wouldn't I?"
Ian was quiet for a moment, but Jeremy could see that there were thoughts racing behind his eyes. It was obviously not something Ian thought Jeremy would want to do.
Finally, Ian shrugged, "Okay, when I'm done you can."
Jeremy shook his head, "No, not when you're done. Now."
Ian gave him a sideways glance and then smiled, "Okay."
Ian rose up on his hands and knees and turned around and then straddled Jeremy's head. Ian went back to pleasuring Jeremy from this new position.
For just a moment, Jeremy looked up at what was hanging in front of his face wondering how he ever ended up about to give Ian head. The answer was there before the question finished forming in his mind. Jeremy wanted to do this to Ian.
Jeremy opened his mouth, pushing his face up toward Ian's hips. Jeremy's arms reached up and he caressed the small of Ian's back. Jeremy engulfed the head of Ian's hard flesh in his mouth. For several moments, he worshiped Ian's manhood while Ian worshiped Jeremy in the same way.
Their mutual worship only lasted for a few moments. It had been a long time since anyone had tried to make Jeremy feel that good, and Ian was apparently very good. The electricity and tension between Jeremy's legs was growing quickly; more quickly than Jeremy thought it should. It was not long until Jeremy let go of Ian and gasped, "Stop."
"What's wrong?" Ian asked worried.
"Nothing." Jeremy breathed. "I was about to explode."
"I thought that was the idea." Ian's voice sounded amused.
"Not that way." Jeremy swallowed, meaning in Ian's mouth.
"I can't believe I was going to come that soon." Jeremy said.
Ian turned around and lay down beside Jeremy. "I guess we'll have to go to something else then."
"Like what?" Jeremy asked.
Ian held up his right hand and wiggled his thumb, "Meet Benjamin."
Then Ian wiggled his fingers, "And his five brothers."
Jeremy laughed, "You never said anything about an orgy."
Ian laughed then.
When he stopped laughing, Ian caressed the side of Jeremy's face with his hand. "This is our first time together, but I want it to be memorable for you."
Jeremy had to admit, "There's no way I'd forget any of this."
Ian drew a line with his index finger down the center of Jeremy's body until he reached the younger man's waist. Then Ian wrapped his hand around Jeremy's manhood.
Jeremy watched scarcely believing what Ian was about to do. Ian began to stroke Jeremy. Jeremy reached over and caressed Ian's chest. The sensation of Ian's furry chest and hand was too intense for it to be anything but real. Jeremy's body enjoyed what Ian was doing to him, but his mind was troubled. Could Ian really care enough to put what Jeremy needed first? Jeremy believed that if they were to have a real relationship he had to know the answer to that question. But how could he find out? He could only think of one on such short notice. Jeremy reached down and put his hand over the hand stroking his male flesh.
"Wait." Jeremy said quietly.
Ian stopped, his expression was one of confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Jeremy hoped that he would not turn out to be lying. "I want to get you off first."
Ian looked at him and the uncertainty on his face was clear. "I thought you'd want to get off first."
Jeremy shook his head. "No, maybe next time."
Ian shrugged and then took his hand away, but instead of moving away it traveled up Jeremy's body to his chest where it gently caressed the younger man.
"If that's the way you want it." Ian said quietly as he rubbed Jeremy's chest in slow lazy circles.
Jeremy reached down and wrapped his own hand around Ian's hardened male flesh. Jeremy began to work Ian's manhood stroking slowly back and forth. Jeremy said a silent prayer that Ian would pass the test Jeremy was giving him.
Ian's hand continued to caress Jeremy's chest and shoulders as Jeremy stroked the older man. Jeremy used steady, deliberate strokes not wishing to hurry Ian's test. If Ian passed Jeremy knew he would feel guilty for testing him this way, but if he failed Jeremy would know for certain how Ian really felt. Jeremy was afraid of the answer he was searching for.
It did not take more than a few moments and Ian's breathing grew shallow. He moaned.
"I can't believe you're here with me like this." Ian said softly and there was no mistaking the wonderment in his voice.
It gave Jeremy hope that the two of them had a real future together.
It was less than a minute later that Ian's eyes closed and his face grimaced slightly. Jeremy knew what was happening when the flesh he was stroking grew harder in his hand. Ian's face relaxed in to a state of euphoria as the first stream of cum flowed from his erection. Jeremy continued to stroke as Ian's orgasm continued to pulse from him in waves.
Quickly the waves ebbed away to leave Ian very relaxed. Jeremy noticed a very contented smile on Ian's face. He had seen that smile on other clients, but it meant something to see that peaceful look on Ian.
Ian sighed, "Thank you. That was wonderful."
They laid there quietly for a moment and then Ian sat up and began to climb out of bed.
Jeremy's heart fell as Ian stood up and padded from the room leaving him there alone. Ian had failed the test.
Jeremy laid there and listened for a moment. He could hear Ian somewhere in the house. He thought he heard water flowing from the tap. Jeremy concluded that Ian was cleaning himself off and would soon come to retrieve his clothes from the floor beside the bed. All at once Jeremy did not want this room. In fact, Jeremy did not want to be in the apartment. He felt rage swelling in his chest. Ian had turned out to be like all the others.
Jeremy sat up and started to look for his own clothes. He retrieved his underwear when he heard the sound of water cease. When he looked up he saw Ian coming through the door with a white plastic canister in his hand.
Ian stopped when he saw Jeremy holding his underwear. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Home." Jeremy said firmly, controlling the anger he felt.
"Why?" Ian asked.
"You're just like the others." Jeremy said angrily. "Now that you've got your rocks off you're done."
"Excuse me?" Ian said heat rising in his voice. "I didn't want to make a mess on the bed, so I went to clean up and get the wipes."
"Wipes?" Jeremy noted what the cloth like material sticking out from under the canister's lid. "What for?"
"To clean you up later." Ian said. "I don't know what's going through your head, but we are 'not' done."
Jeremy dropped the underwear and stared at Ian. It was a long moment before he could say anything.
"I am such a fucking idiot." Jeremy said. "I'm sorry Ian. When you got up I thought it was all over."
Ian stood there and it was evident that he was angry. He said nothing for what seemed like minutes but was in reality only a few seconds. When he finally moved Ian came toward the bed, and Jeremy was unsure what he was about to do. Jeremy raised his hands instinctively, but Ian did not hit him. Instead Ian sat the wipes on the night stand, took hold of Jeremy's raised arms, and gently but firmly pushed the younger man back down on the bed. Ian climbed on to the bed and straddled Jeremy.
"You've been an escort too long." Ian said his voice as hard as steel. "So I'm going to pretend you didn't almost leave. In fact, I'm going to pretend I told you not to move; that I'd be right back. I'm going to pretend that I just came back and climbed back in to your bed."
Listening to Ian's every word, Jeremy was speechless. He really had been an idiot.
Then Ian's voice went very soft and soothing as he continued, "Right now, I'm going to tell you that I love you, and if I were going to buy your love, I'd give everything I own for a night with you."
Jeremy relaxed and tried to think of something to say that would express how sorry he was for doubting Ian. All he could think of was, "You deserve better than me."
Ian shook his head, "As long as you love me there is no 'one' better."
For a very long moment they just looked at each other. Jeremy saw determined conviction in Ian's face. He could only imagine that the look was meant to drive out Jeremy's fears. Ian saw doubt in Jeremy's face, and as the moments passed he saw it change to wonderment as it became clear to the younger man that Ian really did love him.
"Now then," Ian finally said with a smirk. "The hairy monkey is going to see if he can get the 'cream' out of your big banana."
Jeremy laughed. He could not help himself. Ian's joke was so bad it was funny.
He did not laugh long before Ian's mouth smothered Jeremy's in a kiss. Laughter forgotten, Jeremy kissed him back.
As they kissed, Ian reached down between them, his hand easily finding what it searched for, and then gently stroked Jeremy's now flaccid flesh.
A moment later Ian pulled away and looked down at Jeremy. Ian's kiss, and his hand massaging stirred Jeremy's flesh again.
"Before we're done you'll never think of me as a client again." Ian promised.
Jeremy smiled and now that his hands were free he reached up to caress Ian's shoulders.
Now that the question of Ian's love no longer troubled him, Jeremy's mind could enjoy what his body was experiencing at Ian's hand.
"You're so beautiful," Ian said as he worked Jeremy.
For the first time since Toby, Jeremy believed what a lover was saying. Maybe he believed it because for the first time since Toby, Jeremy could see his lover's eyes echoing the same emotion.
It did not take but a few minutes and Jeremy's body began tensing from the pleasure. Jeremy's breathing became shallow and labored. He moaned with pleasure. Ian felt Jeremy's flesh stiffen even more in his hand and felt the smooth skin that carried Jeremy's testicles crowding his hand for space.
Jeremy trembled even as his body crossed the threshold of pleasure to ecstasy. Jeremy gripped Ian's upper arms as his body was wracked with wave after wave of primal release.
Ian looked down and smiled as Jeremy's erection pulsed in his hand expelling its seed. He was at once surprised and pleased to see that Jeremy had so much of it.
Too soon for either of them, Jeremy's body relaxed having spent its sexual tension. Jeremy's hands loosened their grip on Ian's shoulders and there were red marks on Ian's skin that seemed like a halo for where Jeremy's fingers had been. Jeremy's hands sank to his sides. As Jeremy laid there recovering, Ian leaned over and reached down to retrieve the wipes on the floor. Ian sat up, popped the lid open on the canister, and pulled out a handful of the cloth inside.
"You haven't cum in a long time have you?" Ian asked.
"Just a few days ago." Jeremy said. "But it's been a few years since anyone else has made me cum. God, that felt so awesome."
"You're welcome," smiled Ian as he began to wipe up the mess on Jeremy's stomach. "But I can't believe no one else has done this for you."
Jeremy sighed, there was a sadness in his voice when he spoke. "No, it's true. The only people I've been naked for are the 'johns' that pay me to, and they're only interested in getting themselves off, not me. Once they're finished they're ready to leave."
Ian shook his head. "I don't understand how anyone could not want to get your beautiful body off."
Jeremy shrugged, "They pay me to get them off not for them to get 'me' off."
Ian sighed, "It's their loss, but you know what?"
Jeremy heard the mischief in Ian's voice.
"What?" Jeremy hesitated.
Ian leaned forward and kissed Jeremy letting his lips linger. Then he pulled away and looked at Jeremy with a question in his eyes.
"Well I'm not paying you anything, but if you feel up to it I'd really love to get you off again." Ian smiled.
Jeremy smiled happily. Then a thought occurred to him.
"Does the monkey want another banana?" Jeremy asked grinning.
Ian laughed, "Yes, the monkey is very hungry."
Jeremy sighed happily, "Then the monkey can have all the bananas he wants."
Ian smiled, leaned down and kissed Jeremy again.
-finis-
(for now)