Unexpected: Five Years On 10
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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Previously
"Would you mind if I brought a change of clothes for going to work on Wednesday."
"Smart thinking. What are you going to do after that?"
"Haven't made up my mind. I'll probably go to the Suites for a week or two until I can find an apartment. I'm not exactly broke."
Jeremy had already thought this through and he decided to stay quiet for the moment. He wanted to give his suggestion face to face when a lot of the emotions had died down or when other emotions had replaced the bad ones.
"If things go as I think they will, I may need some help on Thursday morning to get everything of mine out of the house. I have already collected all my personal documents that are not in my safety deposit box and I am going to put them in the vault at work tomorrow."
"You really are a lawyer. Think smart and quickly. Wish you were with me tonight."
"Probably would not be my best night."
"Just to hold you and let you know that I am with you."
"That I know. I have quite a few things to finish and I am bone tired." He sighed again. "Night. Sleep tight. Will probably have impure thoughts about you. Impure enough to be asked to leave the house."
Later, before going to bed, he loaded his car with all his electronics and put his documents in file folders and put them in his briefcase. He was as ready as he could be.
Present
Tuesday morning, Jeremy was called into Michael's office to be given the reaction of the client to the case they had finished days before the holiday. Apparently the client had given it to their lawyers who read it and sent it to another accounting firm who said that it was a first class job. Several of things that they liked were things that Jeremy had added or thought of. Jeremy was responsible for the bullet point summary of their findings and actions to be taken. They were mentioned highly in their praise.
He asked for some possible time off on Thursday morning. Michael sensed that there was something that was bothering Jeremy. Jeremy explained the situation and Michael laughed. Then he told him what he and Stephen had gone through with their parents when they finally started to act as a couple.
"He may come round or he may not. Luckily his mother and sister are on his side. Then there is your family; they will surround him with love." He gave Jeremy his fatherly look. "Jeremy take all the time that you need."
Timothy had a quick breakfast. His mother came into the kitchen as he was almost ready to leave..
"It is Tuesday. I assume that you have a practice tonight and supper out at the pub. Will I see you this evening?"
"Probably not mom."
"Thanks for being honest. I'll do what I can but I suspect that there won't be much that I can do. Sorry."
"Mom, I know that you are caught in the middle but thanks for all the support." He gave her a kiss and there were tears in both their eyes as they looked at each other.
His father came into the kitchen as they separated. Timothy decided to try and avoid any conversation with his father. "Well, I am off to work."
"I am going to invite Father Pierre over tonight for supper so that he ...."
Timothy interrupted his father. "Father, it is Tuesday. I have a practice and then to the pub for food and a strategy session."
"This is more important!"
Very calmly and quietly, "Father, I will not be here to see Father Pierre tonight. My personal life is not up for discussion." He paused a fraction of a second to make sure that that statement had been heard. "I have explained my reasons for that several times. If you want to chat with him fine but I don't want to embarrass you by not turning up unexpectedly. I am being honest and open with you. Sorry but I have to be off. I have an appointment with a client that I have to prepare for."
He left the room before his father could continue the conversation. He knew that this would only anger his father more but he was close to not caring any more. He would not talk to that priest about his private life.
Timothy focused on his work that day and whenever his thoughts wandered back to his father and his home situation, he refocused on supper with Jeremy, the practice and after the practice. It was finally time to leave and he had had a productive day. The meeting with his client had gone well. They laughed, talked and completed their business after a good session. No one would have guessed what was happening to him in his personal life. He was pleased with himself.
Jeremy and Timothy had a delightful supper. Timothy quickly answered his questions about the morning with his father and Timothy deliberately then changed the subject. The practice was really good and Timothy let off a lot of steam and enjoyed the pure physical release.
The pub was great and they played some pool with the guys. It was a good night. They arrived back at Jeremy's.
After Timothy put his clothes away for the next day and put his shaving gear in the bathroom, he came out to the kitchen where Jeremy was opening a final beer for them.
"Timothy, I know that you have steered away from discussing the situation but ...."
Timothy interrupted. "This whole fucking situation has been the focus of my life for a month and a half and yours too. I have had it! I don't want to become boring!"
Jeremy smiled and kissed him letting his hands slip slowly from his chest to his thighs. "Never boring but I have a suggestion to make."
"Alright, I have to admit that you have had some really good suggestions recently."
"Last night you mentioned the Suites and renting an apartment. I have a better idea." He paused looking at his guy. "Move in with me and before you start to object, I have given it a lot of thought. We can do what Gio and Kevin did." Timothy moved his head to the side with a puzzled look. "When they first started seeing each other, Gio, himself, and Kevin, didn't know if Gio was truly gay. So Kevin suggested that they see only each other and meet in one month's time over a good supper to discuss their relationship. Over that month, they would not talk about it but just see each other. We know, OK, I know how I feel about you. Move in and in one month we go out for a good supper and decide our next step. No discussion in between. Oh there was one other stipulation. If either wants out during that month, they have to be honest and not let it drag on."
Timothy gave Jeremy his lawyer, I mean business look. Quiet, determined, crisp voice, "Let's get one thing straight. I think that it is pretty obvious how I feel about you. If it isn't, then I am walking now."
Jeremy started to laugh. "I never really know how you are going to react. Very well done, Mr. lawyer man. Come here and show me how you feel about me."
They kissed for a long time until Timothy pushed him against the counter and started to undo his shirt. Jeremy stopped him. "I take that as an affirmative. You are living here for one month. The only discussion is how we arrange the condo for two and we meet one month from this Saturday coming over a good supper at an expensive restaurant. We split the cost."
Timothy looked at him. "Thank you. There is nothing further to discuss on this matter right now. There is only one matter for discussion at present. I want you in me. Are you alright with that?"
"Then there is nothing to discuss."
It was so formal and matter of fact that both guys started chuckling with big smiles at each other.
So Timothy continued with Jeremy's shirt and it was soon lying on the kitchen floor with his t shirt. His pants were next with his shorts which lay beside the rest of his clothing.
Timothy stood back and took in the great sight before him. "God you look good." He leaned in and kissed him and then his neck which was a spot where Jeremy really liked to be kissed.
Timothy kissed Jeremy's body moving slowly down stopping at his navel and finally at his balls. Jeremy smiled when he heard the word delicious. Jeremy felt alive as sexual energy ran through him.
Finally, Timothy looked up. Looking at Jeremy's straining cock, "I think that is ready." He stroked his cock. "Yep. Stand still."
Timothy quickly undressed himself swatting Jeremy's hands as they tried to help. "I think that we need some place a bit more intimate." He reached over and pulled Jeremy to him.
"I hope that that tells you how much you mean to me. Now you come and show me your feelings."
Timothy lay on the bed, spread his bent legs and looked up at his guy, giving him the most wonderful look.
Jeremy returned the look. "I want to have something set straight as well. I consider myself so fortunate. I have been wandering for quite some time, never satisfied, never making that connection. You came into my life. I had almost given up. Oh shit, oh shit ...." He choked up. Words weren't coming out and tears were forming his eyes.
Timothy pulled him down and kissed his tears away. He moved his hands down Jeremy's body and placed Jeremy at his entrance. He said the simplest words, 'Make love to me'.
Sometimes in moments like these, everything is in alignment, mental and physical. That was the way it was that night. Timothy wanted to feel needed. He wanted to give himself and be taken by someone who cared for him, loved him. Jeremy wanted to show this man how much he cared for him, loved him.
At times, it was gentle and romantic but as they came towards the finish, it was passionate and very physical. Jeremy bit Timothy's shoulder and Timothy moaned in pleasure. Jeremy was plunging in and out of his lover. Timothy was moaning and encouraging him on. It became very vocal. Timothy reached between them and stroked Jeremy's cock with his fingers and then pulled his balls, hard. That was all it took. Jeremy slammed into Timothy and held, pushing himself in as hard he could. His body spasmed as he called out Timothy's name again and again.
Timothy was madly stroking himself to catch up and he suddenly erupted yelling fuck, fuck, fuck. Both could feel the volts of electricity jolting through their bodies, until breathless, Jeremy collapsed on top of him.
Timothy opened his eyes the next morning to realize that Jeremy was not in bed. He heard noises from the kitchen. There was a plaintive call from the bedroom. "Jeremy, where are you? I need you."
From the kitchen, "Hold it. I am making coffee. You slept in. We have to get to work."
When Jeremy returned to the bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks and cracked up. Timothy gave him a strange look. Timothy looked down at his own hand that was around his very red, stiff cock. "What's the matter? You told me to hold it."
Still laughing, Jeremy sat beside him shaking his head and pried Timothy's hand off and Jeremy took the head of the cock in his mouth. He didn't stop until Timothy had filled his mouth. "Best protein drink that I have ever had. You can pay me back later in the day. We have to get to work."
"Oh my goodness, you realize that I fell asleep and stayed the night. I guess that this little boy is in big trouble with his daddy." They probably would have laughed if it had not been so deadly accurate..
That day passed quickly. Timothy had told Jeremy that he would go home and he would either be asked to leave or he, himself, might simply say that he was leaving.
Jeremy got a call at 6 as he was driving home. "Hey, could you come by my parents' home. I might need some help getting my stuff out."
Jeremy arrived and phoned Timothy. "I'm outside what do you want me to do?"
"I'll meet you at the door. Just don't react to anything that is said. Be your pleasant, helpful self."
So seconds later, he saw Timothy at the door. Jeremy was out of his car in a flash.
"Dad was very obnoxious when I arrived. I'll tell you all later. So before he could tell me to leave, I calmly told him and mom that I was moving out tonight and thanked them for having me so long. I told them that I really appreciated it. Dad told me that I was to take all my stuff tonight. I guess it was the only way that he could get back at me for my impudence. That word was used a couple of times. Mom is really upset with him. She has actually been helping me pack the stuff from my chest of drawers."
"You OK?"
"Yes and no. It is not the way that I wanted to leave my parents' home but I am not going to make it into a drama. Come on in."
"What is he doing here?"
"Dad ... manners." He gave his father a very stern look. "Jeremy is here to help me move my belongings. It is a fairly big job ... with such a short deadline." With the pause and the emphasis on 'short', he said it the way he meant it; this was not necessary.
He moved Jeremy out of the room to stop any remark by his father. It took over an hour to get all his suits and clothes from the closet along with all the stuff in his chest of drawers into the two cars. He collected a few nicknacks that he had collected over the years. His mother had tears in her eyes as she saw his room bare. It seemed barren to him as well. She hugged her son who tried to comfort her.
"Mom, I'll phone when everything has settled. It is a bit like the chalet; the atmosphere would be poisonous. You know that he was going to order me out and I frankly didn't want to give him that pleasure."
"Son, you were marvellous. No bad words, very little anger. You acted like the gentleman that you are. Someday he is going to come to his senses. Please don't leave me out of your life."
It took them a while to move all his clothes and things from the cars to the condo. When they had it all pilled in the study, they sat down to a cold beer.
"This beer tastes so good. Jeremy thanks so much for coming so quickly. I was just holding my anger in. I saw you and all that hostility just evaporated. I never realized just how ugly my father could be until the last few days. He did see Father Pierre and he tried to tell me all the arguments that the wonderful Father had expounded to him. I finally had to tell him that most of it was nonsense. Didn't go over very well. Probably shouldn't have done that but I am not going to have that priest tell me how to live my life."
"Your mother whispered to me that you were fantastic with your father. She said that you behaved admirably. I liked the 'Dad ... manners' retort personally."
"Enough of this. Do you know what today means?" Jeremy shrugged. "This is the first time that we are together and I don't have to go home and explain myself. It is really our first time together as a team."
"You, lawyer. You are skirting the issue. This is the first time that we are together as a real couple."
Timothy started to tear up. Jeremy smiled and reached over and took his hand, just holding it. Timothy could get used to this very quickly. Jeremy was happy beyond explaining.
As Jamie had promised, the telephone rang on Friday morning just as the guys were preparing to leave for work. Timothy answered and it was Jamie. Jeremy sat down taking the greatest pleasure in hearing his guy talking in his animated way. He heard a just a sec from Timothy.
"Hey it is Jamie. They are asking us for supper after the game. You up for that."
"Tell him that I am up for anything, anytime when it involves free food that I don't have to prepare. You can quote me."
Timothy repeated Jeremy's words. Timothy listened. "Jamie told me to tell the little shit that he might just cancel the invitation for him, meaning you of course."
Timothy was laughing as he listened to Jeremy's humble apology. "Jeremy says that he would love to have the company of such eminent people and he is truly sorry for any misunderstanding."
"He better mean it and tell him not to forget it and a good bottle of wine would help. Make him pay for it."
Timothy loved the easy rapport between the dads and Jeremy. "Oh, Jamie, no negotiations, I am going to bring some hors d'oeuvres or dessert. Your choice. Remember that this is non negotiable; that is lawyer talk for you can't stop me."
Jeremy could see the big smile on Timothy's face as he replied. "Nope, it will be my choice then. Let's see. This time, dessert." He paused, "You sound just like Momma. See you on Saturday."
"He called me pig headed. Is he angry with me?"
"Believe me, a compliment when dad says things like that. You don't want to see him angry and that is not anger. He goes quiet; he speaks quietly and slowly with determination. And then there is the look. You know, you remind me of him. That is what you did with your father the other day and at the chalet."
"You know with my father it was more than anger. It was great disappointment. There was some anger but it was mostly disappointment that my father, a person whom I respected, put his religious ideology ahead of love for his son."
"Maybe he saw it as love for you, your soul."
"Not the way to show it. No, for him it was religious and being disobeyed by his son, not getting his way. Enough! I just had a wonderful conversation and an invitation from your dads."
They were off to work with a quick but passionate kiss. Jeremy couldn't help thinking how wonderful this was. They didn't have to plan when to meet and keep track of time. They would come back here after work, eat some supper and then go out dancing. He almost thanked Timothy's father for being so stupid.
Timothy arrived back first. It was great to take off his work clothes and change into something casual. They had bought some chicken and he put in the microwave to defrost. As he was working in the kitchen, his mind wandered about the plans for the summer. He would really miss the chalet; maybe they could go camping. Then he thought about the chalet again. It was in his mother's name. In fact, she had been given it years ago by her parents when they weren't using it much. He wondered if there was weekend when it would be free and his parents wouldn't be going up.
No time like the present. He phoned his mother's cell phone. She answered after a couple of rings. "Timothy, I had to pull over to the side of the road. I'm on my way home."
So 15 minutes later, she phoned from home. "Thanks for phoning me. I miss you so much at home. So how are things going?"
"Mom, it has been great. We have an invitation out to Jeremy's dads on Saturday after the football match. Then it is Sunday with the Marchese family, church then lunch at their home with all the family. Mom sometime you are going to have to come. No not right now but maybe in the fall."
They chatted for a while. "Mom, I have a request and if you say that it is not advisable, I shall not be upset. I am just exploring options. Is there any time this July or August that you and dad will not be using the chalet for certain? I would like to take Jeremy up and if MC is there, that is OK as long as they agree."
"You know, we have tickets for the last weekend in July to the Stratford Festival for the entire weekend. There is absolutely no reason that you could not use the chalet. You have your key and all the neighbours know you. Talk to MC and tell her to keep it quiet between you."
"I am going to discuss it with Jeremy but I would like to invite Jake and Marie for the weekend. Jeremy hasn't had any chance to see them since the wedding and I would like to have them as friends."
"Timothy you really are thoughtful. I know that MC would love to talk to you. She is very upset with your dad and has let him know it. She is actually avoiding him. Timothy that is not your fault."
Jeremy found a very happy and pleased fellow at the condo when he arrived shortly after the call between Timothy and his mother ended. He could smell the meal that Timothy had prepared as he entered the condo.
"My god, he cooks me supper too."
"Don't get too used to it but tonight seems special. Our first weekend together with no worries about anyone but ourselves. Go change. Supper is almost ready and I bought something a little special to drink with supper."
"Oh, planning the seduction of this poor innocent boy?"
"Yeah, something like that. Innocent my ass! Actually, that lovely, firm ass did enter my thoughts. Go! Change!"
As Timothy said, it was not a gourmet meal but the chicken with backed potatoes, steamed vegetables was tasty and nutritious. He had bought a really good BBQ sauce for the chicken and a very good bottle of Prosecco which seemed to mellow the mood a lot by the time they were finished the meal.
"Jeremy I had an idea this afternoon. Yeah, I know remarkable, isn't it? I talked to mom and the chalet is free the last weekend in July. Mom and dad are going to the Stratford Festival that weekend and she would be delighted if we used the chalet. We'll have to check with MC. She also liked my other idea that we invite Jake and Marie to join us for the weekend."
Jeremy's mouth was open and he was shaking his head in amazement. "You don't fool around when you start to plan things, do you? You are amazing. I was thinking of Jake and Marie a few days ago. I would love to see them." He stood up and went over and pulled Timothy up to him. Jeremy kissed him and wrapped his arms around him. "Phone MC now. It is supper time. They will be home."
Timothy smiled at him looking up and down his body. "You are excited in several way." Timothy reached down and fingered the outline of Jeremy's increasingly enlarging cock. "Sure you don't want to delay that phone call for a while?" Timothy saw the look on Jeremy's face. "I know that look, delayed gratification. Right?"
"You know me too damn well. I have things planned for you but first things, first.
Marie Claire was so happy to hear her brother's voice. They talked and laughed until he finally started to talk about the weekend. She was delighted especially when Timothy told her that they would love to have them along as well. Jeremy was called to the phone and he too was delighted to talk to MC and then to see MC, Pierre and Luc again under such different circumstances. He only hoped that Jake and Marie would be free as well.
Minutes later after a call to Jake and Marie, the weekend was set up. Jeremy was so excited. "What a great way to start this weekend. So big guy, do you want to go dancing or ...."
"Why don't we go dancing for a while and then come back here. We have nothing on tomorrow until the game at 2. I even bought dessert for supper tomorrow with the dads."
"What did you get?"
"A really good selection of baklava. From the look on your face, you don't know what that is."
"Never had it. I have heard the name but ...."
"It is a really delicious, rich, dessert. No peeking. You'll taste it tomorrow. You will like it. Do you have the wine?"
"It is in the car. I forgot to bring it up. Alright, all is in order. Let's get on our dancing clothes and get ready for some dancing." Jeremy pulled his guy to him and twirled around once.
They went a little early to pick up some Italian salamis and cheese to take to Momma and Pops on Sunday. They took a small styrofoam cooler that Jeremy had and put some ice from the freezer in it to keep everything cool when they went to dance.
Jeremy was so happy at the entire evening and he was almost bouncing as they entered the club. He knew that dads would not be there and neither were Eric and Tom. So to begin with, they sat at a table by themselves until a couple of guys that Jeremy knew came in and they joined them. It was just good conversation with a few jokes and then the music started. Jeremy grabbed Timothy and had him really moving on the dance floor. It was fast and fun. Some really smooth moves. The guys were laughing and breathing hard when a slow piece started up.
Jeremy grabbed Timothy and pulled him tightly to himself. He could feel the heat and sweat on Timothy. It felt wonderful to Jeremy. He was finally able to dance and know that this guy was his now. They could enjoy themselves with no other agendas or pressures of time and consequences. Jeremy was so happy that he lifted his head off Timothy's shoulder and when Timothy looked at him, Jeremy kissed him with a dreamy, lost in the moment look. He felt Timothy pull him even tighter in the magic of the moment.
The dance came to an end. Jeremy loosened his hold enough to look at his guy. "I would like to go home now."
"I can only hope that it will involve things that we mentioned earlier."
Simple reply, "Yep!"
They took a little flak from the guys for leaving early. Somehow their explanations of a long, hard week and fatigue just didn't go down with the guys. There were many other suggested reasons for their leaving that left the guys smiling and slightly red in the face. It was good natured and the guys really appreciated the friendship that was behind the kidding.
They were walking on air outside the club but were brought down quickly by a tough looking guy muttering under his breath, fucking queers. They stopped holding hands and simply told each other to shut up and walk away. It was a good warning however and both would remember it.
It certainly was forgotten when they walked inside the condo. It was hard to tell who grabbed who first. They ended up with Jeremy against the wall of the entrance area of the condo. He was being pressed hard against it as Timothy smothered him in kisses.
Jeremy, "Hey, it was supposed to be me who had something to say to you.
"Oh, you weren't fast enough. You'll get your turn."
Both had a dreamy look in their eyes as the walked with arms around each other down the hall talking about all that had happened since they had arrived home earlier in the day.
They undressed each other. It was Jeremy's turn. He pushed Timothy onto the bed and jumped on top of him. Timothy tried to struggle loose but Jeremy was just too determined. Finally, Jeremy raised himself on his knees and elbows.
Looking down at him. "One of the best nights in a long time. You are amazing. You have come more alive with every day that we have been together. I love hearing you talk to your sister and to my dads. I kept telling myself after meeting you at the wedding, one step at a time, maybe it won't work out and look at what has happened."
"So you like cute little me just a bit more each day?"
Some how the atmosphere had changed. Timothy reached up and pinched one of Jeremy's nipples. "You bugger that hurt."
Jeremy forced himself between Timothy's legs. He ran his hands through the hair on his thighs and then pulled the hair, hard.
The fight was on as they pinched and pulled each other until they were rolling on the bed laughing.
Timothy finally grabbed Jeremy's ass and manhandled it with his clenched fingers. "I told you that I had designs on this tonight.
"Not going to be so easy." Using an old wrestling trick, he managed to turn Timothy over and started to lick and then bite his ass cheeks. Then his tongue went up and down the crack until it was wet and glistening in the light of the room. Jeremy pulled the hair on his legs more gently. There were curses and then moans and sighs from Timothy. Timothy turned his head to look at Jeremy. Jeremy gave him an evil grin and stuck his own finger his mouth until it was wet. Then he very slowly lowered it and carefully at first, pushed it in slowly and when he knew that he could, he shoved it in quickly and worked it over his prostate.
Several minutes later, Timothy yelled, "Oh shit ... the lube ,,, in me ... fast." He was almost panting.
Jeremy got off the bed and got the lube. He stood in front of Timothy and slowly lubed himself. "This seems to be a change in your plans. Now what it is exactly that you want me to do?"
"Fuck me! I want you so badly. Do it!"
And so that is exactly what Jeremy did. He was gentle at first but then he became rougher and more physical. Timothy spurred him on with his hands on Jeremy's ass making him go harder and faster. He could tell from the look on Jeremy's face that he was close and so he used his old trick. He put his hands between them but this time he was exquisitely gentle as he massaged first his balls and then using two fingers stroked him as he went in and out.
Jeremy groaned and then went rigid and started pulsing in Timothy's body. Jeremy's face radiated absolute pleasure until he lowered himself to kiss his lover. He stayed in Timothy until Timothy used his fist to start himself shooting between them. Jeremy looked down at his guy as his face too showed the incredible emotion and absolute pleasure of his release.
Both guys lay there hardly believing what had happened between them. It was if for a short time they had become one giving each love and pleasure. Neither wanted to talk so they just held each other and kissed a final time.
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