Unexpected Five Years On 19
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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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As promised to all those who wrote to me, the family is back after a long break. I shall give a short summary below of the story to date so that you don't have to go back and read it all again. Of course, you can skip this and go directly to the story.
Summary of Five Years On
Jeremy met James Milner and Philip Marchese in the story Unexpected, Chapters 9 and 10. He was, as he has told many people, an embarrassing lout at his first meeting with James at the church of Father Gregory. But all persevered and he became their 'son' and they were the 'dads'. They had taken him in when he was attacked by his own father. They helped him with summer jobs and helped finance his university career. He chose to be an accountant like dad, Jamie, and specialized in forensic accounting. Jeremy had become so close to the dads that when his mother divorced his father and changed her name, Jeremy changed his to Marchese-Milner from his father's name Jakowski.
We meet him in Five Years On as a young man who has graduated and is working in the firm of Michael Burtchell completing his CPA. Michael was one of the top forensic accountant in North America.
Jeremy realized slowly that something was missing in his life and he had decided to get out and meet more people. He formulated a plan and he did meet a series of guys but none really clicked for him. He kept to his plan. It finally came to a head with the marriage of his best friend Jake. Jake and he had met at University on the football (soccer) team. Jeremy's orientation did not bother Jake at all. Jeremy organized the bachelor party and was best man at his wedding.
At the bachelor party, he met a young lawyer, Timothy Malenfant, with whom he played cards but forgot his name later that night as Timothy was leaving. Jeremy promised to remember it at the wedding. He did when the two met later in the evening at the wedding. Discovering that both were gay, the two were attracted to each other even though they had different likes and personalities. They went on a date to see a movie and the rest became history.
Timothy had a secret. He too was gay but deeply in the closet with his parents, especially his father who was a believing Catholic in a parish where the priest, Father Pierre, was adamantly against gay marriage and relationships.
As Philip had promised Jamie, Timothy told Jeremy that he would tell his father on July 2 after the annual July 1 party at his parents' chalet. To put it mildly, it did not go well. Eventually, Timothy left his parent's home and moved in with Jeremy but kept in touch with his mother and tried to involve his father in his life.
Everything changed dramatically when Timothy took control of the situation at his parents' home when his father had a stroke. He either saved his father's life or stopped damage that could have been irreversible. His father reflected and Timothy took on Father Pierre at the hospital telling him that his orientation would never change and that he and Jeremy were partners. His father finally accepted his son and his father started a normal life involving both guys.
Jeremy received his CPA and went back to The Accountants, the firm owned by his dad, Jamie. He insisted on not letting anyone new to the staff know that he was Jamie's son. Things were complicated in his first week but he had a major impact on their successful handling of a complex forensic case.
The last chapter, 18, which was published in December, takes place with Jeremy and Timothy going to the chalet for the Labour Day weekend. It is a time of total acceptance by his father as his parents explain their decision to sell the chalet to their son and daughter and give them a huge check for house purchases. In addition, Timothy is mentally preparing himself for his promotion to assistant head of the division dealing with same sex legal matters. He takes over the position on the Tuesday after the Labour Day holiday. Chapter 18 ends on Labour Day Monday.
Previously (from Chapter 18)
The guys are taking the boat back to the Marina and Timothy has stopped in a quiet bay.
Timothy chuckling. "Lover, whatever it is, it is you. Come here with me. I agree it is not just the physical but the whole package but right now, I know what I want, no need you. You... my parents ... oh damn, it is like a dream."
Timothy's eyes were moist and Jeremy had learned that meant that his guy was very emotional. Jeremy pulled him close. Softly, "OK."
And so they made love in the boat on the lake with gentle waves against the hull of the boat. The boat rocked slightly adding to all the sensations that swirled through them. They started with Jeremy sitting in one of the seats with Timothy riding him with the rhythms that he needed and then Timothy sat as Jeremy impaled himself in one quick motion. Both made up for the quiet mode of the last two nights. They stopped and told each where they need to be touched or stroked. They stayed still just revelling in the feelings and the closeness. They laughed, they moaned, they cried out, they told each other how much they meant to each other. Finally, they could hold back no longer and they finished just 30 seconds apart.
Then, there were no words spoken. There were quiet looks and touches that said that all was well with their world.
They had to make up a lot excuses for their late arrival back at the chalet. They were very convincing.
Sunday night was as much fun and just as noisy. After a good breakfast the next morning, Mr. M invited everyone to the front porch.
"Your mother and I have made some decisions that we want to discuss with you as a family. Glad to have an accountant in the family now." Timothy closed his eyes and said several silent thank yous to his dad.
"We would like to sell the cottage to you. I have talked it over with my investment consultant and lawyer; they suggest an evaluation and that would be the sale price. Before you get upset, I would pay off the loan by a lawful amount each year and pay the taxes. We would want our usual access for us, friends and family. We can coordinate our use as usual."
There was an eruption of questions and thank yous. They talked it through and Jeremy validated everything that Mr. M said.
"On another matter, we gave MC and Pierre some money towards purchasing their house a few years back. I have here two cheques. Timothy, yours is different. I shall be giving a smaller cheque to MC to bring her total amount up to what I am giving you."
He handed the cheques to his son and daughter. Timothy was flabbergasted. "Dad are you sure that your vision hasn't been affected by recent events? There appear to be way too many zeros in my cheque."
His father broke out in laughter. "Not the reaction I expected. Son you never cease to amaze me. I really do enjoy my new son."
Timothy handed his cheque to Jeremy and went to his dad and then his mother. There were huge hugs with a lot of words of thank you.
His father looked up at Jeremy and then his son with a trace of a smile on his face but very seriously said, "That is a cheque that he can cash. A little rash, don't you think? He could jump in the car and disappear."
"It's OK dad, it is my car and I have the keys in my pocket. I can also run faster than him."
"Oh you have forgotten the set of keys that you gave me." He dangled them in front of Timothy.
"But I can still run faster than you."
"Yeah but I am stronger." He flexed his muscles.
"Yeah but I am trickier."
"Right, you ARE a lawyer. Stupid me."
Suddenly there was clearing of his father's throat. "Stop bickering."
Together with laughter. "We aren't bickering."
There was laughter all around with comments about accountants and other people's money and tricky lawyers. Unlike his usual restraint, Timothy went over and gave his guy a lingering hug. Jeremy whispered that $150,000 was a big way to paying his half of the house. There were tears in Timothy's eyes and Jeremy gave him one of his looks and gently wiped them away. They stood with Timothy's hand on Jeremy's shoulder thanking his parents yet again.
Present
They arrived home later that night. Jeremy could tell that his guy was off somewhere else in his mind, probably thinking about the next morning as assistant head of his new department. He remembered how he felt on that Sunday evening a couple of weeks ago before his made his first appearance at The Accountants on that Monday morning. He had put on his take charge, I can do this, face but inside he was in turmoil. He knew that he had to support and encourage his guy.
"Hey, earth to Timothy. Do we have contact?"
"Uh"
"That's what I like ... brilliant repartee. What dimension are you in? Are you even of this world?"
Sidling up to Jeremy, with a big smile, "You are so good for me."
"Well just to let you in on a well hidden secret, you are more than good for me as well." He let that sink in. "I know how you must feel about tomorrow. Come on tell me. Confession is good for the soul. I am sure that the good Father Pierre would agree."
"He and I don't agree on much but maybe that one. I am nervous as hell. I feel like a kid going hat in hand to his elders. Shit I am only 27. The head is in his 50s and the other guys are a little older than me and have a lot of experience."
"Why were you given the job? Some, ah ... favours ... given ... that you haven't told me about?"
Laughing, "OK, they think that I can do the job and they are going to start my career path in the firm."
"See not so hard. What's your plan?"
"Unlike you, I don't have to sign up. I am just changing offices. Oh yes, and responsibilities. So I am going to introduce myself to the Head and then go and meet the others. I shall set up my office and I have a couple of previous clients lined up for tomorrow, just to make certain that I have something to do. I shall try to have some clients from the new department the next day. I am going to keep my head down and get a feeling for the department."
"Wise move but remember that I tried that and got caught out with a file folder missing crucial information."
"Yeah, I 'll try to look for the nuances and the interactions with the staff. I shall try to win over the secretary. I hear that she can be aloof at times."
"I was so lucky that Paula was there but you are right, you have to have her on your side."
They talked a bit more. Then Jeremy looked at his guy and asked if he needed tension relief. Timothy reflected for moment and then with a sexy smile, "I don't need what I gave you a couple of weeks back (Chapter 16 Unexpected Five Years On) but I could sure use some relief."
"So the action on the boat wasn't enough, eh. I'll remember that little stop for a long time."
They smiled at each other remembering their magical time returning the boat to the Marina. It had been special. Special, no it had been even more than that. It had been passionate and loving. They had felt so in tune with the other. Timothy put his arms around Jeremy and they walked down the hall gently bumping the others hip, turning off lights as they went.
Well each stop involved a kiss. At the first light switch, it was a teasing kiss by Timothy. The second was Jeremy's turn with a bit of tongue and a quick check with a hand lower down to see if Timothy was having a reaction. Yep, big reaction. The third stop both guys opened their mouths at the same time. It became quite passionate. On the same page. When they arrived at the door to their bedroom, Timothy grabbed Jeremy and forced him against the door frame and invaded his mouth with a hand gently kneading a rather hard object below his belt.
Timothy's ragged voice, "I don't know how you do this to me. I don't seem to be able to get enough, ever. I need a shower and so do you. Quick one and then see where the spirit leads us."
"I could make a prediction where the spirit will lead us and it won't be in a particularly holy way."
"Depends on how you define holy."
"I suspect Father Pierre would have a lot to say about that."
"Fuck Father Pierre."
Timothy could still surprise him. Trying to stifle a chuckle, "Father Pierre, not bad looking, well toned body but I shall skip your suggestion."
Both chuckling, they stripped, brushed their teeth and got into the shower. Timothy was insistent that this was a shower only. Well maybe a little foreplay but the main event was them dry on their bed. Jeremy didn't even try to change his guy's plan. It was his night.
They made love for the second time that day and that is what it was. Two people so close to each other saying things vocally but also with their bodies. Timothy had started off by kneeling on the bed and having Jeremy use fingers and tongue all over him. Both were rock hard and moaning and quickly, Jeremy entered him from behind and let his fingers again roam over Timothy's body. Within minutes, Timothy was almost incoherent. He finally insisted that that they change positions.
Timothy lay on his back. He spread and bent his legs. He lightly stroked the red, angry looking cock with his fingers and placed it at his entrance. Jeremy plunged in and when he was in all the way, Timothy raised his legs over Jeremy's back and held him tightly. Then he put his hands on Jeremy's hips to stop all movement.
"I want to feel you in me and I want you to feel me." He flexed his muscles causing Jeremy to moan but when he tried to move, Timothy's legs and hands stopped him. "Kiss me. Tell me how you feel right now."
Jeremy lowered himself and kissed Timothy. It was not like the kisses down the hall. It was loving and gentle. "I feel as if we are joined as one. I can feel you pulsing around me. I feel as if my cock wants to explode." Timothy contracted his muscles again. Jeremy, smiling, "That almost did it. Lover, I knew that something big was missing from life." Don't smirk at me. So I chose a phrase with a double meaning. "Now I know what it was. You have filled a void in my life."
"I can feel you pulsing in me. Joined as one. I could stay like this for ever but then I can go for the next best thing; I am so close take me over with you, together."
Timothy released his hands on Jeremy's hips and the pressure on his back. He started to slowly stroke himself. "Jeremy, take me. Come with me."
Without speaking, Jeremy started long fast strokes in and out for several minutes. Timothy matched the speed of the strokes with his hand. Both muttered close, so close again. Timothy could feel his finish start in his legs and his groin; it was almost painful but infinitely pleasurable. He groaned and clenched his ass tightly. Jeremy took two quick stokes and thrust in as far as he could. Timothy could feel both their bodies trembling with passion and release. He could feel Jeremy pulsing in him and Jeremy could feel Timothy's contractions. Both were breathing hard. Their eyes opened wider as they looked at each other. Jeremy collapsed on top of his guy and he could feel the wetness on his stomach and chest. The kiss lasted a long time; no words were spoken, none necessary.
They lay like that for minutes and then Jeremy slowly and gently turned onto his side. With tears in his eyes, Jeremy softly, "Good night lover. Sweet dreams."
Timothy was beyond words and gave his guy a final, sweet kiss and they fell asleep touching. They were still touching when they woke in the morning. Jeremy was holding Timothy loosely with his body rapped around Timothy's back and ass.
With regret, "I like the feel of that piece of wood against my butt but I have to be out of here early this morning. Last night was very special. Love you a lot." He turned his head and kissed Jeremy. That put Jeremy off his guard and before Jeremy could react, Timothy bounded out of bed smiling at his surprised partner.
"I don't trust you and I really don't trust myself right now." He blew him another kiss.
Breakfast was quick and Timothy was off to work with some of his purchases that he had made for his office. There was a new Nespresso machine that made both espresso and full cups of coffee and some espresso cups and saucers with small spoons for the crema.
No one was in the office when he arrived. The place seemed almost dead as if there was no life in it. It was a kind of an eerie feeling. He found one office which appeared to be empty so he put his briefcase and his boxes containing some of his old files and the ones that he was still working on. Right on top was the case for which he was going to court on Thursday. One of his meetings today was with the fellow that he was defending. He felt good about the case but he knew that you cannot count on anything. So he would put in more work and come up with more strategies before Thursday.
He set to opening the new coffee maker and had it assembled, filled with water and ready to go when he heard movement in the office outside. Timothy had stayed away from this section on purpose so he knew no one here. He wanted to get to know them when he took over his position. He looked out and saw a very stately lady in her mid to late 40s. She was dressed very conservatively but her clothes looked expensive. Her hair had definitely been styled by a very good stylist. He faced his first challenge.
"Mme. Chenier I assume (for those who know no French, Mme. is short for Madame)." He strode up. "Timothy Malenfant." He spoke in his best French.
She gave him an appraising look and replied in French. Like all languages, there are accents and variations in the way one spoke by country, province, socioeconomic standing and background. Her French was very definitely upper class, rich and sounding very different from what he had learned in the playground at school. However, he had learned how to speak a more cultured language as he progressed through secondary school and especially in university.
He replied in an accent close to hers and spoke fast and clearly, letting her know that he was totally fluent. He was certain that he saw just the trace of smile. Had he won his first test with her? "I am so glad that we are both first here. I did want to get to know you." Pointing, "I assumed that that office is my office. I hope so; I have unloaded a lot of junk there."
Again in that lovely accent, "Ah, we didn't put a name on that office. Mr. McNeil and I figured that you would be moving offices in a couple of weeks so why bother now? We'll just put it down to a miscommunication through the various chains of ordering."
So she knows. He liked her attitude and manner already. "As a matter of interest, do the others know of Mr. McNeil's plans."
"No. He wanted you to get to know them in your present position and then perhaps later next week he will say his goodbyes. I am going to miss him."
"I have heard very good things about what he has done with this section. I hope that you can make your peace with me."
"I too have heard good things. I am looking forward to working with you."
"Just so that you know in advance. I do have two meetings today from my previous position both are in the early afternoon. I shall be tied up most of Thursday as I have a case in court that will take up a lot of that day. I have gotten to know my client's situation well starting more than a month ago and I didn't want to put him off to anyone else. I would like to meet with you this morning. Would you have a time that we would be convenient? Me, I don't have a lot planned for this morning."
She seem pleased that he asked and they set 11 am.
Shortly after that he heard 'good mornings' in the main office and he got up and looked out. There was a young man, a couple of years older than he was, talking to Mme Chenier. The fellow turned seeing Mme. Chenier's eyes switch to him.
Timothy walked over. "Good morning, Timothy Malenfant."
The fellow looked at him searchingly. "Andrew Robson, glad to put a face to the name. Welcome."
Was it meant or was it merely pro forma on Andrew's part? Only time would tell on that one.
They chatted for a couple of minutes as Andrew had a client arriving quite early. They agreed to meet later in the day. Andrew was built a little like himself. Shorter, about 6 feet and the same smaller but well developed build that Timothy had. Timothy noticed the wedding ring on his finger. He would find out his orientation later.
Very shortly later, he was introducing himself to John Lacroix. John was bit like him as he had been raised in English/French family but the family language was basically English so John had learned his French partially in the family setting and then in a bilingual school where the everyday language had been English outside the classroom. His French was good but there was a slight anglo accent and he spoke more slowly choosing his words carefully. As it would turn out Andrew, the other member of the staff, was more fluent. John was a bigger, robust guy. He was taller than Jeremy and even bigger than him but he did not have any fat on him. He was a big guy and out going. Again they would meet later in the day. Their were no rings on his fingers.
He went back to his office and started to put things in his filing cabinets and his desk drawer. He set up his desk with that lovely photo of Jeremy and himself at the chalet displayed prominently on the desk. Just looking at it made him happy. He made himself stop thinking of the boat stop and their time back home in bed. He quickly made himself think of this afternoon and luckily, he didn't have to stand up for a few minutes.
His phone rang. "Mr. Malenfant, I thought that would like to know that Mr. McNeil is free now and I know that you want to see him."
He smiled. Very well put but he knew a summons when he heard it. The final moment of truth for him.
"Mr. McNeil, nice to meet you on your home turf, well mine too, now." He had been introduced to him at some of the meetings for planning strategies that he had attended .
"Yes, welcome to our small but robust community. I hear that you are busy this afternoon and Thursday. Thanks for the heads up. Mme. Chenier appreciated it as well."
They chatted about the department. Then, they mostly talked about his plans for his time off. That certainly was where his mind was at this moment. Once he started talking about his plans, he was animated and enthused. It was clear that Timothy would have to slowly take over the running of the office before he had expected to but he would have to be subtle about it. This was going to be a bit like Jeremy's tightrope that he was on when he first went to The Accountants. He would have to think about that.
As he left the boss' office, Mme Chenier asked to speak to him. "Both Andrew and John are fully booked for tomorrow. We have two clients who should be called in for an appointment."
"French or English?"
With a little smile, "One French, one English."
"OK, I would like an hour late in the day for some work that I want to do but it could be scheduled earlier. Let them set the time and only give me my preferred time if it doesn't conflict. I won't always be that thoughtful but let's go with that for tomorrow. Our clients do come first."
He hoped that it was subtle but he had set one of his basic fundamentals. The clients were their bread butter and could be their best advertisements, especially in this department that he wanted to make bigger.
He had looked around at their main office and he felt that it was bit dowdy. He figured that their clientele might expect a bit more; while not all but many same sex couples had a fairly high disposable income, especially in the city. He had walked by some of the other departments in the firm and they had new furniture and interesting paintings on the wall with rich, new carpets in all the offices. He knew the woman in charge of that area of the firm and he would have a word with her. That would be for next week's or the week after of the meeting of Heads of Department. He would make certain that he could attend along with Mr. McNeil this week and next week. He would have to get some estimates and what would be needed in some order of priority. He intended to come off as well organized.
He was able to sit down for a few minutes with Andrew and John and just chat about their clients and leaned how they approached their work. His meeting with Mme. Chenier was a highlight of the day. They shared a lot. She loved good film and had a season tickets to the orchestra. He had to admit to her that he knew nothing of ballet.
He had broached the question of how clients were assigned. It was supposedly Mr. McNeil's job but in fact, it was she who made a lot of the decisions. He diplomatically told her that he would go with that pattern for the present. He did make it very clear that he was not to become the gay, French speaking lawyer in the group. Cases were to be sorted out equitably. He would also be taking any court cases until he discussed that with the guys after Mr. McNeil left for his leave. He told her that he had some plans for advertising their firm in some French language newspapers and would be asking for their internet site to indicate their service in French to French speakers.
Finally, he had asked her what she thought of their office. "Mme. Chenier, how do you feel about our main office and our individual offices? I mean aesthetically, first impression of our division."
She immediately understood him. "To be brutally honest, it is second rate, dingy, very out of date and with no pizazz. We have a fairly rich clientele." She raised her eyebrows.
"No promises. I am the new guy with no clout but I am going to look into that as one of my priorities. I don't want to do anything while Mr. McNeil is here. He has done a great job of building this department and I don't want to take anything away from him."
He saw the look of respect that she gave him. Nothing else had to be said.
He was pleased. She would be the one he would rely on for advice and for a lot of the choice of colours and art for the over all look of the area.
It was lunch and clearly Andrew and John did not intend to include him in their lunch hour. He was new, an unknown quantity, now their boss even as assistant head. So he left and went to one of his favourite delis and had his favourite, a smoked meat sandwich. He decided not to call Jeremy as he wanted to save the day for when he arrived home and he also wanted to get back for his clients.
He worked hard to bring himself up to speed on both cases and was pleased to hear his court client talking to Mme. Chenier. It was a good reunion. He respected his client and they got on well together. They shook hands heartily and went into his office. He did close the door as he wanted this to be secure and private. They spent a good hour together going over the case, how he would present it and how he wanted his client to act when being questioned by the Crown. When they were finished, he figured that there was not too much more he could do.
His meeting with his other client went as well. He did some more work on the cases and finally said goodnight to Mme. Chenier and realized that the other two colleagues had left. It would be a bit lonely for a while as he fit himself into his new role.
Jeremy came bounding through the door. Almost breathless, "How did it go? I have been thinking of you all day."
"I had some rather interesting thoughts about you and me today. Couldn't stand up for a few minutes."
Jeremy came up to him and gave him a blistering kiss muttering that Timothy was permanently horny. Timothy had muttered back 'especially for you'. Nice smiles.
He recounted his first day over supper. Jeremy summarized it. "So you know that you can do the job. You have developed some plans for the improvement of the aesthetics of the office. You have set a timeline for how you will act to show respect for Mr. McNeil. You have established a rapport with Mme. Chenier. Finally, you realize that it will be a bit lonely for a while and you don't know how your two colleagues will act when they hear the news next week. Oh and you feel positive about your court appearance on Thursday. Jeez, not bad if you remember my first day at The Accountants."
They relaxed that night and watched some TV and then headed off to bed.
"You jumped out of bed this morning. Planning on doing something equally dramatic tonight since you can't trust me."
"You know, you let me call the shots last night. I thought I would return the favour with a little difference." Timothy pulled Jeremy to him and unbuttoned his shirt which with the t shirt was quickly on the floor. His kiss left no room for thought about what he wanted. His roaming hands and fingers also made a definite non verbal statement. Jeremy responded in kind.
Thirty to forty minutes later the guys lay exquisitely exhausted on the bed murmuring endearments to each other. Sleep came quickly. The shower in the morning turned out to be much more than foreplay. They had to rush to get to work on time.
Timothy had a good day with several new clients who had come for various things: wills, powers of attorney and prenuptial agreements. He did get his hour and a half to work on his court case. He did get to accounting to ask for a print out of billable hours for his and other departments in the office. His reason to the accounting team was that he wanted to see how their department stood in relationship to other departments. From human relations, he managed to get a listing of all departments and their staff. He was planning his strategy. He also made an appointment for Friday with the head of the IT department who was in charge of their web site.
When Timothy entered the court the next day, he recognized that something was up. The Crown himself was not there but one of his Assistants was in his place. Either he was putting in someone who was bright and really good or he realized that he didn't have a good case and he didn't want to have another win by Timothy against his record. It became clear very quickly that it was the later. His client performed very well and dealt with the Crown's questions like a pro. It was obvious that the case would be dismissed and his client would win. Timothy had another win in court.
Back at the office, he realized that he had indeed made an ally. Mme. Chenier very loudly asked him how the case went and then asked for a detailed description of the proceedings, again in a loud voice. That brought out Mr. McNeil and Andrew and John and he was able to regale them with his description of how it went. He decided not to boast but to be honest and let them know how his record stood so far. It was obvious to all that he enjoyed being in court. Shortly after, the call that he was really waiting for came from Jeremy. It felt so good to know that there was someone in his life who cared so much for him.
Timothy had planned another piece of his strategy. He asked Jeremy to drop him at work on Friday and to pick him up to go to the pub together. He wanted his office to meet his guy and he was going to give an invitation for them to meet with the The Accountants group at the pub. They had found another pub with pool tables and darts and some of them talked and then challenged each other to games.
So that morning, he gave out the invitation to everyone in the office to join them at the pub by themselves or with their partners or friends. They could stay as long as they wanted. Andrew reported later that his wife would join them and John indicated that he would come by himself.
The day went quickly and he had just finished looking at some figures that accounting had given him about billable hours in the various departments when he heard Jeremy's voice. He finished that piece of research when he divided the number of people in each department into the dollar amount of billable hours. His department did very well indeed given that there were only three of them plus Mme. Chenier. He would keep that information close to his chest.
He had decided to let Jeremy's charm work on Mme. Chenier as they got to know each other. They were telling each other in French tales of their life in their offices. He could hear an astonished 'no not that' from each with laughter. When he came out of his office, he realized that both John and Andrew were watching Jeremy and Mme. Chenier who were obviously enjoying each other.
The two looked at him. John came up to him. "That's the guy from the picture on your desk. Your partner, I assume."
Timothy just nodded yes. He cleared his throat. Jeremy looked up smiling. "Everyone, Jeremy. This is John, Andrew and you have obviously met the chief organizer of our office, Mme. Chenier." God he looked good with his hair slightly wind blown, just a bit of afternoon stubble on his face, his clothes fitting his great body perfectly; he would love to undress him on the spot and take him. How could he be so lucky?
With a big smile, Mme. Chenier, "The pleasure is all mine."
Jeremy looked at her with an impudent smile. "Then, it is mutual."
From the look she gave Jeremy, Timothy was glad that there was an age difference and that his guy was not that way inclined. Wow, his guy had made quite an entrance. It was actually what he had hoped for. He wanted them to meet the real Jeremy and they did.
Timothy looked at John and Andrew, "So if you can make it, we are going to the XXX Bar and Bistro. We would be glad to see you there. They are quite a group. You don't have to stay long if you have things planned."
They were in Timothy's office. "So this is the place. Do they know yet?"
"No, sometime next week. Thanks for the entrance. It was even more than I had hoped for. Damn you looked good. I could have ...."
"My, oh my, I guess that I have something to look forward to later?"
"You have no idea, the thoughts that have gone through my head."
It was as if Timothy was watching from afar. The bugger just smiled that beguiling smile at him. Timothy looked out his door and quickly closed the distance between them. His tongue was in Jeremy's mouth in an instant and his hand was cupping Jeremy's balls and cock at the same time. He equally quickly stopped, stood back a pace or two and started out his office giving his guy a lewd come hither look.
Jeremy looked stunned but infinitely pleased by his guy's actions. The thought ran through his brain, yes some time at the pub, some dancing at the Club and then home. He would have to plan something 'interesting' for home.
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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, my first story, Unexpected Change which has had the most positive comments and one of my other favourites, What a Difference a Year Makes. I have recently reread Introspection and it is worth a read.
Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012
Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012
Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012
What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012
Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012
Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013
Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014
Unexpected, Nifty, Adult Friends, March 31, 2016