Unexpected Five Years On 22
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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Previously
"It was a good day. Meeting went well." He stopped and looked at his guy. "John called me 'boss' as he was leaving. I knew that it would come but not so dramatically. I guess it was good planning on my part to have John for supper and a chat last night before it all became official. Mr. McNeil is not returning to work this week. I am the head of a department tomorrow. I was enjoying John and I guess I saw him as a business friend. I feel a little down about it. The word 'deflated' came to my mind as he was leaving this afternoon." He sighed.
"Ah, lover, I hate seeing you like this."
Jeremy was beside him in an instant. He put his arms around him. "You'll see. It will work out. You can have some kind of relationship with him especially if things go the way I suspect they will at the movie and a drink. I am pretty sure that he will let you know how things went. If not tomorrow then later if they get closer. He knows that he can trust you. He may want to bounce things off you."
Jeremy pulled Timothy close to him and gave him a kiss. Timothy smiled and kissed him back. "You are so good for."
Their shirts were soon off and Timothy had his eyes closed and he looked deeply satisfied as Jeremy licked his nipples and bit them lightly. It was so comforting and romantic to be loved like that. They talked a bit more and then Timothy stood and pulled Jeremy up to him. They kissed again standing holding each other and it became more passionate.
Many minutes later. Jeremy felt Timothy grow tense and shudder as Timothy finished inside him. The wetness in his eyes told Jeremy how deeply Timothy was moved. Jeremy was not surprised when Timothy came out and leaned down and took him all the way with his mouth. Minutes later Jeremy tensed, held his breath as his body went rigid. Then he gasped as he let his body surrender to the waves that surged through him like a tidal wave of pleasure and release. Wave after wave.
Present
Through half closed eyes, Timothy managed one word, "What!"
Jeremy was lying on his side looking at the awakening Timothy. The covers had moved down his body so that his butt was totally bare. "I can't think of anything better right now than watching you sleeping with a bare ass."
"Pervert! You probably moved the covers off me so that you could see my finest parts."
"No actually your finest parts are all up here." He pointed to his head. "But my hands may have moved the sheet a centimetre or two for a slightly better view." He kissed the butt and then his lips gently.
Timothy melted. How could this guy do this to him. Just his stare and his words had him like jelly. Well one part of his body was considerably harder.
Timothy turned to Jeremy and pressed his body to Jeremy's as they kissed again. Jeremy had a lovely small smile. "Good morning love. It really is often at this time that I know how lucky I am."
They melted into each other and a short time later, they both needed a shower very badly.
"Alright, I have had my head up my ass all the last while with my new job. How is it going for you? You had a lot of documentation home last night."
Jeremy's eyes brightened. "Don't beat yourself up. Just remember my first two weeks at The Accountants. I must have bored you to tears then."
Timothy smiled shaking his head, "Never."
Jeremy went on. "I have been given a case that is technically difficult and fascinating. I can call as many people in the office to help as I need them. It is my first case that I am in charge of. I think that David wants to see how I'll handle it. I may have to stay late a few times and I shall certainly have to do some reading and working here at home. It is the kind of case that I love. Challenging."
Jeremy arrived at work with a bounce in his step. He was excited about the new case that he had been given. He had decided to work on it for the morning and try to get a handle on it. Then perhaps ask Heather first and then Kenneth and William to assist in it. He told Paula what his plans were and she told him that she would hold his calls and try and keep him uninterrupted. By the end of the morning his office was total chaos to anyone looking in. It was the way he loved it. He had also started his daily log emphasizing anomalies that he saw as he reviewed the data. He felt that he had made a good start.
He had invited Heather to go out to lunch with him as he wanted the company and wanted to discuss some possible help with the case.
He looked up and Heather was standing in the door smiling but shaking her head at the chaos.
"Hey, gorgeous, I guess I lost track of time. Must be noon hour."
"Good thing that you are gay. I could get you for sexual harassment."
"Hold it! You have a new dress and it looks fantastic on you. You do look gorgeous! You can compliment me any day you want to, my attire ... my brilliance." She made a rude noise at the word 'brilliance'. Jeremy had a huge smile on his face at that. He was so glad that he had met her first and that they had formed such a good working relationship.
They were off on a good note. It had been while since they had actually sat down together. They chatted about everything that was going on in their lives. It turned out that she and her boyfriend, Robert, were getting on very well and were talking about moving in together. Jeremy told her about the house search.
He finally got to his topic. He explained his new case. "I would like to get some input from you before anyone else. We did pretty well together on that first case when I joined the team."
"OK, but I have a quid pro quo. I am working on a case that has turned out to be a bit more difficult than David and Peter thought. I could use some input on it."
"Another cute little Latin phrase. I like them, unlike some others. She knew that he was referring to that morning a few weeks back in her office when William had tried to bully her. "Fair enough. We both have timelines. It may mean a bit of staying late and probably more work at home.'
She raised her eyebrows. "Good thing that you are a hundred percent gay. I can sell this to Robert, my boyfriend."
"OK, deal. Let's get back to work. Two hours on mine and two hours on yours." With exaggeration, they shook hands on the deal. Jeremy was really pleased. He wanted her as his ally and she really had an instinct for this area of accounting.
They had a profitable afternoon and Jeremy stayed later to work on his daily log making certain that he noted Heather's contribution to the file. He had sent a quick message to Timothy telling him that he would be late.
Timothy had gone out for lunch and wondered how his guy's day was going. As it turned out Timothy was having a good day. It had started out as he expected. John and Andrew had come in together and he had looked out of his office and stood up. "Good morning guys. I would like to schedule a meeting with you for later today. Would you let Mme. Chenier know when you would be available. She knows my schedule. We'll use Mr. McNeil's office as it is bigger with more chairs."
There was as he expected no comment from John about his date with Jason and it would be up to John to say anything. He knew that it was going to be bit lonely for a while; he would just immerse himself in his new work. He had a meeting with the Head of IT, the person responsible for the firm's web site, in mid afternoon. He wanted some ideas on how he could promote their department and its new initiative to expand services to the French speaking community. Tomorrow he had an early meeting with the Head of Planning, the person responsible for office remodelling and new furniture. He hoped that he could keep it quiet and make it look like an early exploration. He had to work all that around clients.
He enjoyed his clients that afternoon and was almost sorry that he had decided not to move into Mr. McNeil's office until this weekend or early next week. Again, he did not want to do anything that appeared to be pushing Mr. McNeil aside. He had plans for rearranging the furniture and using it as a meeting room for his planned staff meetings. Mr. McNeil had been insistent that he should move into his office and take his position. It was still not clear in Timothy's mind that Mr. McNeil was returning to this department if he returned to the firm. That would be something that he would let his team know. He had noticed that Mr. McNeil had moved his documents out of the office along with all his personal stuff. He must have done it in the evening.
He saw the text from Jeremy about staying late but he decided that he didn't want to stay in the office. He would go home, relax and put something together for supper. When he arrived home there was a message from Pops that he had two properties for them to look at. Pops suggested Saturday morning as he realized that they had a football match in the afternoon.
Timothy put his e reader down when he heard the door open. He smiled as he saw the bright face of his guy and a fairly large number of documents.
He leaned over to give him a kiss. "You look so cute with all that stuff and your hair messed by the wind. I guess you are busy tonight."
"I'll give you cute. I am your virile, young stud. I shall be busy right up to when we fall to sleep but some of it may be a different busy." He gave Timothy that look.
Timothy started to laugh. In a almost boyish voice, "That really is cute." He scanned Jeremy's body. In a very different voice, "Come here, stud." Tongues were soon duelling. "I am sure that studs need to eat. I have some supper ready."
While Jeremy was working, Timothy phoned Pops but Momma answered. They had a long conversation until he finally told her that he had to talk to Pops. They made arrangements to see the two properties in mid morning on Saturday.
At 11, Timothy went over to Jeremy. He took the documents from him and gave him a look. "OK stud, enough. I think that I need you for some studly duties." He ran his hands up and down Jeremy's body. "Yes, exactly what we both need. I know. Make your final notes. I am going to have a shower and clean myself up for you." Smirking, "I shall await you in the boudoir."
When Jeremy entered the bedroom, Timothy was lying naked on the bed with his cock standing straight up. Timothy looked at him. "Your mouth, I need it now!"
"A little anxious aren't you. Maybe I should just stand and look at this wonderful sight."
Timothy's eyes were blazing with lust. Jeremy decided to be a bit playful. He took off his clothes and stood looking at his guy watching him as his own cock went rigid slowly rising without even touching it. It was quite a sight. He leaned over and teased the head of Timothy's very hard cock with his tongue. Just the lightest touches. Timothy almost whimpered it was so tantalizing as Jeremy backed off looking at his guy. Then he did it again.
"Have you decided to play the role of the Marquis de Sade tonight? I need you. I don't need to be teased!"
"All in its proper time." He leaned over and licked Timothy's balls very lightly. Jeremy almost smiled as he saw the hard piece of wood pulse from the touches to his balls. Then his tongue licked his thighs and went quickly went back to the piece of wood and licked the head that was now leaking. He licked the liquid up and sighed as he tasted it.
"Jeremy! I need you." Jeremy continued at his own slow pace. Timothy waited until the next time his tongue touched the head of his cock and reached down and pushed Jeremy's mouth down over the head. He held it there. "Suck, lick." Finally, Jeremy followed his instructions for several minutes. Suddenly, in panic, "Oh fuck ... off! I am going to finish. Lover kiss me."
He grabbed Jeremy and pulled him onto his prone body and they kissed. Timothy suddenly moved quickly and turned Jeremy onto his back and Timothy was sitting astride him. He reached over to get the lube that he had put on the side table. While looking at Jeremy, he put a lot on Jeremy and then some at his own entrance. He put Jeremy at his opening and in one movement, he sat on him as Jeremy went all the way in.
Timothy caught his breath. With almost a plea, "Fuck me." To Jeremy's questioning eyes. "Make love to me, you magnificent man."
Timothy with a little knowing smile, "You really are my magnificent stud."
All teasing was gone. Jeremy knew what his guy wanted. He knew what he wanted. Jeremy started to go in hard and fast raising himself up and down in a hard rhythm. Timothy at times met his up stoke by going down at the same time. They were rutting like two animals in thrall to each other. Timothy watched his guy's face and eventually he knew that he was close. Timothy knew that just a few passes with his own hand on himself would send him over. He watched when he felt his guy getting tense and moving faster, his own hand wrapped tightly around himself going as fast as Jeremy was in him. Timothy closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling as he started. He was certain that he could feel pulses from Jeremy. He knew that Jeremy could feel his contractions. He was alive in the myriad of messages of pleasure being sent to his brain. He heard himself cry out.
He eventually collapsed on Jeremy to feel his own wetness spread over Jeremy's chest and stomach. At some point as they were kissing, he felt the deflating Jeremy come out and he could feel a small amount of warm liquid running down his thigh. Somehow it just added to the sexual feelings that he had for this man.
Timothy still in control, "Just hold me. No clean up. Turn off the light. I just want you with me as we are." At one point, Jeremy ran two fingers across his own stomach and chest and put them in his mouth. He muttered, "The taste of my Timothy."
The next morning, it was Timothy gazing at Jeremy when Jeremy woke from a very sound sleep. Timothy was beyond words. He simply leaned over and kissed his guy deeply. Last night was one for his collection of memories with this man.
Timothy's meeting with IT head had gone well the day before. The fellow had some really interesting ideas and what he needed was wording, focus etc. He had been enthusiastic about Timothy's proposal. Timothy's strategy was to make a finished proposal to the partners. They could do what they wanted but he wanted them to know that when he made a proposal it had been discussed by his department and vetted by the IT department. He wanted his guys to have input. His proposals would be ready for implementation when they were presented to the Partners and Heads.
They had decided on a meeting of the staff at 11 so that they could work right up to the noon hour. He set up Mr. McNeil's office for an informal meeting. When the guys arrived, he gave them an agenda and there was a chance for other items at the end. He asked if anyone wanted an espresso or cup of coffee. They all chose espresso. He made it quickly in his own office and brought it to them with some croissants that he had bought in the morning on his way to work.
As they drank their coffee and enjoyed the croissants, he explained Mr. McNeil's insistence on his move to this office and Timothy's uncertainty about Mr. McNeil's return. He went though each item and told them that he was looking for input.
The guys were very interested in the web site changes and had a lot of ideas. In fact, Timothy asked the guys if they wanted to work on it but he did say that he would have the final say if there was differing ideas. They accepted that and he gave them a deadline of Wednesday next week. Clearly this was not going to go as quickly as he had first thought.
He outlined some of the suggestions of the IT Head and detailed some of restrictions that he had mentioned. He told them that he could put the helpful ideas of the IT Head in writing by early that afternoon. They could plan around that and if they needed more time, he would postpone putting it before the partners. He told them that he wanted to take only items that were complete from their point of view. The partners could change, modify or reject them. He told them that he already had tracking figures on the use of the web site and the anticipated man hours and cost of implementation of such a plan. The guys realized that they had a boss who wanted action, details and a workable plan.
He had seen the lady who was Head of Planning and looked after renovations and new furniture but he had kept it very general trying to get an idea how these things worked. He figured that he would have to come up with his own detailed plan to present to her before going to the partners.
He brought up the question of remodelling the office with the guys stressing that he would try his hardest to get something going. It would be a long process, He did stress that it would be disruptive but both guys thought that it was about time. Again he stressed that they would have to do a lot of work and present a detailed plan not just a bunch of ideas.
Jokingly a the end of the meeting, Andrew asked when they would be getting Nespresso machines. Timothy smiled. "I bought that one with my own money. If you really like it, I shall leave it in my present office for now so that we can all use it and I shall try to get the money for another one for this office. Feel free to use it starting next week or when I am not in the office this week. I think that our clientele will appreciate it. Andrew, glad that you mentioned it."
Timothy was pleased that Andrew would speak up. John had just nodded his head. Inscrutable as usual. As they were leaving, he mentioned the get together with The Accountants if they were available and wanted to join them.
The guys went off to lunch talking about the web site. Timothy went out and grabbed a sandwich and salad and brought it back to his office and quickly wrote a memo on the ideas and restrictions the IT had given him. He emphasized that he needed it by Wednesday afternoon so that he could get it on the agenda for the following week and get the approval and support of the IT head.
Jeremy had a really productive day with Heather as they spent all morning on his case and then after a quick lunch most of the afternoon on Heather's. He did break off a little early with Heather as he had to finish his daily log and gather material to take home for the weekend. He finished a few minutes after the rest of the office had left for the pub.
He arrived to jeers about being a workaholic. He laughed it off telling them that they were a bunch of slackers and deadbeats. He was hooted down. He bought a round for them.
Minutes later there was an oh, oh from Peter and then a whisper, "The lawyer is here." There were more rude comments about lawyers with Timothy issuing a threat of a defamation of character case against them.
William had spoken up with the fact that if there was no character then there could be no defamation. Jeremy slapped William on the back with a muttered 'good one, I like it'. Timothy gave his guy a hard stare with some comment about being cut off. More hoots and hollering. Jeremy got up and brought back a beer for his guy.
As Timothy took a sip, he looked at Jeremy slyly, "Hm, I might relent on what I said, a good beer."
Andrew came in with Jennifer; they received a more civilized welcome. Timothy went to the bar for their drinks. The conversation flowed. Jeremy and Timothy went off for a game of pool as did Andrew and Jennifer. The two lawyers won and slapped hands as they went back to their table. Soon people were getting ready to head off for the evening.
Jeremy looked as his guy, "I see that John didn't show."
"I think I heard him say to Andrew that he was busy after work. Supper out or something. We haven't talked about Wednesday night or anything personal. He was very responsive in the staff meeting that I had this morning so I am going to let it go. I am certainly not going to push it. With John, that issue is closed. "
"Smart move."
They arrived at the club a little later as they did a bit of shopping for the next day and they too went for something to eat and just to be alone and talk over the week. They both felt that it had been a good one. They speculated on the properties that Pops would be showing them the next day. Both were excited at the prospect.
They saw their group at a table and grabbed a beer at the bar and sat down. There was the usual chit chat about the week and then the music started up.
"Come on, one of my pieces to dance to." Timothy grabbed Jeremy's hand and led him to the floor. Both the guys were good dancers and really let themselves go. It was great to just let go. They danced a couple of fast ones and when a slow one started they looked at each other and melted into each others body. It felt so good to be dancing as one on the floor. At one point, Jeremy had moved his head back to look at Timothy. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"Being you. Being with me. Supporting me."
"I know what you mean. Me too."
The pulled each other together. When they looked up, Timothy made a noise. Jeremy looked at him and followed his look. John was walking in with Jason. Jason had his arm over John's shoulder. Timothy looked away and muttered to Jeremy to sit down and pretend that they had seen nothing.
When they sat down, Timothy noticed that John had sat at a table with Jason's friends. His only thought was good for John and Jason. He hoped that it would work out well. Maybe this was John's way of telling him what was happening. Again, Timothy decided that he would not do anything until John approached him.
Later in the evening, Timothy went to the bar to get Jeremy and him a drink. As the bar tender was drawing their beer, he realized that there was someone standing beside him. It was Jason.
"Jason, good to see you again."
"I am glad that you are here. I want to thank you for talking to John. He is a little embarrassed that he hasn't talked to you about us. He's not quite sure what to say. You and Jeremy are very wise guys. Not many people would say what you said to him. I guess we do give good head." They both chuckled. "I do want honesty."
"If he doesn't want to discuss this with me, it is not a problem. He sees me as his boss now and I promised myself that I would let him make any reference to this as his call. I am so glad to see you both here enjoying yourselves. We have all been in that position in one way or another. He can talk to me any time that he wants either as boss or friend here at the club."
Later that night as they were dancing, he looked over at John and Jason dancing a slow dance. Jason was a good dancer and he turned them around and John was facing Timothy looking right at him. He had a little smile and dreamy look on his face and he gave Timothy a thumbs up. Timothy returned it with positive shake of his head.
The guys were up early and picking Pops up at 10. It was going to be a busy day. Pops must have seen some really interesting properties as he was brimming with energy and seemed very positive.
Pops explained how he knew about these properties. "I was talking to some of the guys at work and two of the guy each suggested a property. They felt that they had a good chance of meeting your needs."
Both properties happened to be in the same area of town. It was a central inner city area that was definitely under renewal. The houses tended to be older homes and as was the case in some of the areas, there was a variation in size and style. There was also a major variation in the state of the buildings and the property.
The first place was interesting but they didn't like the kitchen area and it was a bit too close to a fairly busy through street. Pops could see the guys start to look with interest as they drove down the street where the second house was located. It was tree lined and a few houses which had been updated. It had a good feel to it. They stopped in front of an older home that had not been upgraded but had been kept up. The front porch needed some work as did the front lawn and garden. Jeremy looked at Timothy who gave him a nod of interest.
Timothy's first thought was that this was the first house that the had seen that had an entrance in the centre of the house. That usually meant a dining room on one side and living room on the other side with a kitchen at the back with stairs up the centre of the house. He liked the idea in principle.
Both guys were blown away by the hardwood floors that were everywhere in the hall, living room and dining room. There were rather indifferent area rugs on the floors. Jeremy could picture oriental rugs in their place and in his mind, the whole downstairs came alive.
The kitchen which was behind the dining room was not large but had a good layout; it would need to be renovated. There was a small room behind the living room. Perhaps a study or TV room. There was room for an addition as the back yard was fairly deep.
The upstairs was pretty standard and they could see how an ensuite bathroom could be added to the master bedroom. There were three other smallish bedrooms. Both guys tried to dampen their enthusiasm but each was excited.
They asked a lot of questions as they had made a fairly lengthy list of questions to talk about. Jeremy could see the smile on Pops face as they asked their many questions about the details of the house.
Pops finally looked at them as they left the house. "I hope that you guys play poker with a better control over your faces. I have to say that an accountant and a lawyer together can come up with lot of questions when the mood strikes them." He gave each guy a little tap on the shoulder. "Let's go to a local diner. You have to eat and you have a football match this afternoon. My treat."
The guys tried to protest but Pops would have none of it. His treat or they went home and made their own lunch. Jeremy gave him a big hug as did Timothy. Timothy felt exactly as Jeremy; Pops had taken him into the family, no reservations. He felt that Pops was his grandfather too. Family.
They were seated at a really great diner which served working guys like Pop's crews. The food was hardy and good. They all knew Pops. "Pops what did you mean that we should have a better poker face? I think I know but ...."
"At the other houses, you were respectful but quiet. You asked a few questions but no detail. You see in my line of work, I watch people, their faces, their reactions. You guys lit up like a Christmas tree in the second house today. I saw the accountant and the lawyer magically appear. Questions, observations. I could almost hear your minds working out the details. Guys I saved this house for the last because I came by yesterday and I liked it. I remember all the things that you are looking for. The house is about the right size, a little smaller than some centre entry houses. An addition on the back now or later would be easy."
Pops produced a piece of paper and a copy of it for the guys. "I had some guys give me some estimates of the cost of renovations. They are estimates and I took the liberty of guessing some of the things that you would want to do. So if you don't want this one, it will give you an idea of possible final costs on a lot of the houses that you would be looking at."
The guys were dumbfounded by detail and thoughtfulness of the estimates. No wonder this man had built a huge construction company from the ground up. Jeremy smiled to himself. This is exactly what Jamie or Philipo would produce in a similar situation. Come to think about it, it was what his guy would do as well.
Timothy was having similar thoughts except he knew that was exactly what Jeremy would have produced.
The guys were effusive in their thanks to Pops for lunch and what he was doing for them. They left Pops and headed home to get ready for football. There were smiles and excited comments about the house and a suggestion that they drive back that way after the game to have another look. They arrived home.
Jeremy, "Scared?"
Timothy, "Excited as hell. I saw us in that house, our home. Hope that you feel the same way."
"Anywhere with you is home and the house seemed just about right."
Shaking his head in wonder, Timothy gave him a soft kiss and hug.
Suddenly, Jeremy pushed himself away. "Shit, we have a game to play and we are just going to make it to the pitch so cut the kisses and move your ass."
"There are number of ways that I would like to move my ass right now but the pitch seems the best way to start. But first ...."
He grabbed Jeremy turned hm around so Jeremy's back was against him Timothy turned Jeremy's head to himself and as he kissed him with determination. He moved his body back a bit and he slapped Jeremy's ass quite hard.
Jeremy's eyes narrowed. "There will be payback for that!"
"I would expect nothing else. Let's go win a game and then later ...."
Both guys shouted, "Payback."
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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.
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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
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