Sleepy Days, Come No More
Chapter 50
I was so frazzled after Blake left that I went straight to my room. I was angry and honestly aroused all at the same time. I hadn't expected things to turn out that way, I thought we would have a nice little visit and then go back to our respective lives, but instead he had surprised me with his candidness.
It wasn't what he said that rattled me, I mean I had heard it before from Michael and Vanessa had skirted about the subject a few times, but it was the way he said it. He was so direct and calm. In the past we had circled around subjects, never quite able to say exactly what we meant, but that wasn't the case this time, he said exactly what he felt and it was exactly what I knew he felt.
With a few words he had reconfigured the boundaries of our relationship. The change was something I was not prepared for and I lashed out at him. I spoke the truth but disguised it with sarcasm and distain, a common practice for me. I thought the combination would make him uneasy and therefore provide me the advantage but he was unfazed by my tactics.
Instead, with a simple kiss on the forehead, he had proved himself the man and me the boy. In his time away he had gained something that I had not yet captured, he had found some peace. He wasn't the same Blake that I had known, he was different but I was the same.
I decided to put aside the events of that night and moved forward with my plans. Adrian and I got married, bought a house and got divorced. As my life moved forward, so did everyone else's around me:
Michael completed his undergraduate degree and had moved out of state to pursue other educational opportunities. He was renting a rundown house with six other students, the living conditions were gross but he was content. We spoke at least once a week and he still came back for holidays and for a couple of weeks during the summer.
Marie and Thomas had another daughter, Carolyn, and had moved to a suburb just on the outskirts of the city. Marie had decided to stop working and devoted herself to parenthood. She said it was only until the children were old enough to go to school, but with the possibility of more children in the future it seemed that her domestic tenure was going to be extensive.
Vanessa and Rico were doing fine. Vanessa had taken a position manufacturing company, she worked in resource management. Rico had done some backup vocals on a few singles and had toured with a couple of up and coming artists. He had traveled through Canada and parts of South America, a lot of festivals and outdoor events. Vanessa would go with him sometimes when her schedule would allow.
Lena and David had split up. They had been having some difficulties, mostly due to their busy schedules, and just couldn't seem to make it work. It was sad and really awkward. We were all pretty close, though I had known Lena first and considered her a very good friend, I was still fond of David.
Chuck continued to struggle with addiction. He would go through periods of sobriety and then would relapse. I spoke to him a few times a month and I would visit him whenever I could.
Blake continued with his work in Peru. I spoke to him from time to time and he seemed very happy with his life. We remained fairly close but it would be three years before we spoke without boundaries again.
I had gone to Chicago to attend a community service gala in which Blake's mother was to receive an award for her efforts. I had intended to decline the invitation and just send a congratulatory gift but I didn't want to offend Patty and in truth the only reason why I was apprehensive about going was also the thing that prompted my attendance the most - Blake.
I hadn't seen Blake in nearly 18 months, so I was nervous when he invited me to go out to dinner with him the night before the gala. We met at a restaurant near the hotel I was staying at. We shared an embrace and many smiles as we waited to be seated and then ordered and our meals. We made nice conversation and shared funny little stories about our daily routines.
"So are you excited about the gala?" I asked with a smile.
"Excited? Well, I have been to plenty of these events, so not really excited but I am proud of my mom, she deserves the recognition." He said with a smile.
"I am proud of her too. I wouldn't be surprised if you receive a few awards yourself before long." I said.
"Awards?" He asked.
"Yeah, for your philanthropic efforts." I replied.
"I am just a teacher. Awards are nice but they don't really matter. I am happy for my mom but there are many other people who do things to help others, she just has a bigger platform than many others. I mean you are just as deserving of awards than me. You work with many troubled children and help them." He said.
"That is very altruistic of you." I proclaimed.
"I only said what I thought; I think it is you who are trying to flatter me." He countered.
"You deserve to be flattered." I said.
"Thanks, but I am truly am enjoying the work I am doing, it makes me very happy." He said with smile and there was a sincere glint in his pretty emerald eyes.
"I have enjoyed the pictures you been sending me. Especially the class photos, very nice." I said.
"I'm glad that you have enjoyed them, I like to share a part of my life with you." He said sweetly.
"So how long will you be staying?" I asked.
"Not long, I plan to leave two days after the gala. Gives me some time with the family before I leave." He informed.
"I bet they are loving that." I said.
"I am too. I miss them more the older I get." He confessed.
"I guess that is normal, it's certainly very sweet." I said.
"You know when you are away from your family and loved ones over a long period of time you just start to appreciate them more. Also, for me I think I understand my parents much better especially since Liz, I mean Liz was like my go to person, not that I didn't love my parents I was just closer to Liz but with her gone I guess we have all had to adjust and make a greater effort with each other." He explained.
"Liz was a special woman." I acknowledged.
"Yes, she was great." He concurred.
"But you always knew your parents loved you, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I always believed my parents loved me, I just never felt like I was their top priority. I work with children of all different ages and taking care of them during the school day is very challenging so I know that being a parent all day, every day can be an overwhelming and everyone isn't able to handle that." He said.
"True." I agreed.
"The good thing about my parents is that they are very supportive and loving, they treat me with respect, they weren't ideal parents for children but they are great parents of adults. Theresa and I actually talked about this very thing not long ago." He said.
"That's good, that you and Theresa are empathic and forgiving to your parents and that you all have gotten closer. I really love your family, but you know that." I said.
"They love you too." He said with a smile.
"That is good to know, it is good to be loved." I said with a forced smile.
"What is wrong?" He inquired.
At that time our food came and along with the drinks that we ordered. We thanked the waitress and started to eat our meals. The conversation shifted to the quality of food and drink and away from the previous topic.
"How's the wine?" He asked.
"It is nice, very nice." I replied.
"When did you start drinking?" He inquired.
I laughed lightly, "I have a glass of wine with dinner, a couple of cocktails at parties, I hardly think that is `drinking'." I responded.
"Well, I remember when you wouldn't even take a sip of my beer." He reminded.
"I have changed, a bit. Or perhaps it was social pressure, Adrian and I went to a lot of dinner parties and fundraisers and there was always alcohol, I guess I was bound to give in, besides wine is full of antioxidants." I said with a smile. "And you can't compare beer to wine." I added.
"Sure you can, they both lead to the same place." Blake said with a chuckle.
"Never led me anywhere, moderation Mr. Mitchell." I countered.
"Okay, you enjoy wine now but you didn't answer my question earlier." He reminded.
"Oh, what was the question?" I asked bashfully.
"Are you suffering from short term memory loss?" He asked with a smile.
"It must be the alcohol." I said playfully.
"Very convenient." He countered.
We continued with our meal and didn't discuss the matter any further.
After dinner we walked back to my hotel and conversed a while longer in the lobby. Then he walked me to my room and went home. I thought that there was still an attraction between us but I wasn't sure if it was mutual or if it was just me.
The next evening I attended the gala with Blake and his family. It was slightly awkward at the start but everything was fine once I relaxed. That night I went out to a club with Blake, Theresa and her new boyfriend Jeremy, well he wasn't exactly new; they had been together for nearly a year.
We all had a good time, lots of laughs and smiles. There was also plenty of dancing and drinking, well, I didn't drink as much as the others but I did have a couple. Later Theresa and Jeremy headed to another club or a party. I was scheduled to leave the next afternoon, so I declined to go and Blake offered to drop me off at my hotel.
We were having a good time so I invited him up to my room for a drink. Once in the room we talked a bit and had a couple of drinks. Somewhere along the way he managed to get back to the topic I had avoided doing dinner.
"So is it going to be like this?" He inquired.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know, making small talk." He clarified.
I laughed and sighed, "Have we passed the point of polite conversation?" I countered.
"Seriously." He said.
"What is that you want to talk about Mr. Mitchell?" I asked sweetly.
"What bothered you at the restaurant?" He asked.
"Hmmmmm," I paused, "you were talking about your family and how close you all have gotten over the years and I . . . . . . I guess it hit a nerve. It wasn't anything really, just a sore spot I guess." I said with another forced smile.
"It's more than that. Why are you pretending with me?" He said.
I smiled again, "Well, usually that is enough for the person to change the topic but you are being very stubborn tonight Mr. Mitchell." I replied.
"Answer me." He said gently but with authority.
"Okay, I will give this time, no need to fight with you. I just haven't been in a good place lately and I, for some reason, had been thinking a lot about my family." I confessed.
"Have you spoken to your family lately?" He asked.
"A couple of weeks ago I reached out to them, I don't know why, I guess I was feeling lonely and sad . . . . . obviously desperate." I chuckled, "My marriage was over and we were selling the house, I don't know why I even bothered calling them." I said.
"What happened?" He inquired.
"My mother answered the phone and she didn't even recognize my voice. She sounded happy and there was laughing and talking in the background. I hung up! I just hung up." I admitted.
Blake seemed to be searching for the right thing to say.
"Relax Mitchell, it wasn't that bad. I mean it wasn't like we talk much or anything, I shouldn't have expected anything else." I said.
He reached over and put an arm around me.
"I send them Christmas presents every year, birthday cards, checks when needed . . . . . and she didn't even recognize my voice. I guess it isn't her fault, I have seldom spoken to her since I left home and when I call I usually choose times when I think that she won't be in or I communicate through my dad or brother, besides voices change." I said trying really hard not to cry.
"Stop." He said.
There was a long silence in which I stopped, no thinking, no talking just breathing. Blake continued to cradle me with his arm and he too only breathed, slow inhalations and soft exhalations. The sound of his breathing was soothing.
Eventually I drifted off to sleep, it must have only been about few minutes but it felt like forever. I didn't want to wake but Blake spoke and the silence shattered and fell upon me like a million shards of glass.
"Come on, go to bed." He said as he withdrew his arm.
Without his support I was forced to sit up. He stood and extended his hands to assist me up. I took his hands and he pulled me to my feet.
"Gosh, I'm sorry for killing the mood. You don't have to go; we can talk about something else." I said.
"Well it is really late, you should rest up; you have a busy day tomorrow." He reminded.
"Busy day? I am riding the plane not flying it." I said with a laugh.
He smiled, "I am tired myself, I should get going. I'll call you before you leave, make sure you make your flight." He said.
"You would be better able to do that from here." I mumbled.
"What? I couldn't understand." He said.
Being with him last night had stirred something inside of me but I was too nervous to make any type of move and he hadn't given any sign that he would be interested in anything besides friendly conversation. I was still nervous but the attraction, the desire I had for him in that moment overcame any apprehension.
I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. He didn't return the kiss to start, but after a momentary hesitation, perhaps due to surprise, he kissed me back. I ran my hands down his back and cupped his muscular cheeks.
He broke the kiss and we both gasped for air, "What are you doing Matty?" He asked faintly.
"Shhhh." I said as I continued to grope him.
"Wait. Wait." He exclaimed.
I heard his instructions but I continued with my tasks. I was very aroused and I didn't want to stop. I started to kiss his neck but he again told me to stop, this time he physically parted from me.
"Matty, want are you doing? This is, um, we shouldn't do this." He advised.
"Why? Are you seeing someone?" I asked.
"No." He replied.
"Well, then its okay." I said and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"We haven't seen each other in over a year and now you want to go to bed with me? This isn't like you Matty." He said.
I laughed, "I have changed. You like it, I can tell." I countered.
"No. I don't think so Matty, not tonight." He proclaimed.
"Don't do that. I know that you still have feelings for me, I can tell." I said.
He just stood there, no response.
"Blake, I can't take being rejected tonight. I just don't think I can take it," I took a deep breath and held it in. I trembled as I reached forward and continued to unbutton his shirt. He didn't attempt to stop and I was glad he didn't.
Once I had his shirt off I started to remove my own. Blake removed his undershirt and started removing his pants. He looked at me as I went about my task and asked me, "What happens after this? What are you expecting Matty?"
I continued to undress, "I haven't thought that far ahead. I don't want to think about it." I said.
"I am going back to Peru in a few days." He reminded.
"You told me . . . . . . Blake, I am not expecting you to marry me or anything, I just want to get laid." I said.
He appeared surprised by the statement.
"I don't mean to be cold about it, I mean it isn't like I would be with just anyone, I want to be with you. It's like the last time, remember? You needed to be with someone and I was there for you, now I need you to you to do the same for me." I said as I stepped into him.
"So, I owe you one?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I . . . Blake you know how I feel about you, you're very special to me, no matter what. I love you more than anyone else. I don't want to be alone tonight, I don't want to be with anyone but you right now. It's not about owing or payment, its one friend being there for another." I said.
We were still standing so closely together that I could feel the heat permeating from his body. I brought my right hand to his face and gently stroked his left cheek and ran my thumb across his lower lip. He opened his mouth and I pushed my thumb inside. He looked me in my eyes as he softly gazed my thumb with his teeth.
With that it was settled, he had given his consent. I began to remove my thumb from his mouth but he clasped it tighter between his teeth and gave me a little smirk. I snatched my thumb from his mouth and proceeded to push him back toward the wall. Then I started to kiss him from his neck down to chest, sticking my tongue out along the way to get a taste. Worked my way down to abdomen until I was at his crotch, I kneeled down before him.
I pressed my face against the cloth of his tented boxer-briefs. I inhaled deeply enjoying his musky scent. I took time to rub my face and against his covered cock, he was very hard and he let out a muted moan. That only encouraged me. I started to lick and suck the tip of his cock.
Once I had soaked through his underwear with my saliva, I slowly pulled them down. I lifted each of his legs one at a time by the ankle allowing the boxer-briefs to fall. I looked up at him and smiled as I ran my hand along his abdomen with one hand and held his throbbing rod in the other.
I began by licking him from the base to the tip until I had him completely wet. Then I started to fondle his balls right before I took the tip into my mouth. In truth I had wanted to do this since I saw him the night before. Though I was enthusiastic, I had to readjust myself to not only to the size, which I hadn't had in several years but also the act itself.
I took a deep breath, released it and then proceeded to open my mouth and slowly take him to the hilt. I gagged a little at first but I was able to manage. I worked his hard dick slow and steady, from base to tip, over and over until he literally pulled off.
He lifted me to my feet. He looked me directly in my eyes and began to move forward, almost in a predatory manner. With every step he took forward, I took one backward, until he had me bent against the edge of the bed.
I backed onto the bed and lay on my back. He climbed onto the bed and removed my briefs and started to kiss me passionately. Pressing his warm lips against mine and pushing his tongue into my mouth. He then kissed and licked my neck, taking a bit of my flesh between his teeth from time to time. He sucked and chewed on my earlobes before moving southward.
The whole of my chest was bathed with his tongue. He sucked each nipple and pinched them between his teeth. Even my armpits were cleaned. He licked his way down my abdomen, exploring my navel. Then he attended my crotch.
He held my erect cock in his hot hand. He massaged the head with his thumb as he caressed the shaft with his fingers. I began to shake and flex in his hand. He smiled at me and started to lick the tip of my cock. A surge of electricity shot up my spine. He continued to work the head and even stimulated my piss slit.
He took me into his mouth slowly. He swallowed me entirely and held me there in his mouth for a few moments. He carefully lifted up and slowly pushed back down. I began to thrust upward in anticipation. Blake began to work my cock at a faster pace and had increased the pressure. I fought the urge to cum, it had been so long and I was very close. Blake must have sensed the tension because he shifted his attention to another task.
He pushed my legs up toward my chest. He spread my cheeks and began to lick around my hole. Then he pushed his tongue inside of me. He worked my hole until it was saturated, then he lowered my legs and rose up on his knees. We didn't have any lube so he used spit. He kissed me on the lips as he started to push into me. His cock rested heavily on my prostate.
He started with nice long thrusts. I hadn't been with anyone in a long time so it was a bit painful to start but he was so good and careful. He continued at a moderate speed for quite awhile but then started to increase the speed. He kept rubbing against my prostate making me moan.
Apparently, he was enjoying himself too because he took the time to reposition me on my side so he could have me from behind. It was so nice to have his arms around me and his head against my neck as he worked me. He even started to stroke my aching dick. It was all becoming too much, my balls were tightening and before long I was spewing cream all over the sheets.
This seemed to spur Blake; he increased his speed even more and began to moan loudly. It wasn't long before he too had reached the abyss and had filled me with cum. We just lay there, motionless and limb from our exploits. We hadn't been together in nearly five years, but it was as if we had never parted.
Eventually the fog of pleasure lifted, Blake had to use the bathroom and I decided to wash up. We gathered some snacks and climbed back into bed. There was something about being with each other, about making love that made it easier to be open. It made it easier to be less afraid of being offensive or of being offended.
Blake decided to ask me about my relationship with Adrian and I answered the best I could.
Miscellaneous:
I would like to dedicate this chapter to my beautiful friend, Bryan. He has inspired me more than he will ever know and has truly been the flame that keeps my fire going.
Also, I would like to apologize for the lengthy delay between chapters, it was certainly not my intention. However, my friend Liam has taken full responsibility for this matter, "I did also notice that you were on a writing tear until I emailed you. I knew I was a bad influence on you! If you get any letters of complaint just tell them it's my fault and send them my way, I'll handle it!" Liam said.
So please blame him for my shortcomings (laughs).
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