VANCE STREET by Mike Austin
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XXVI.
Tim's schedule forced him to forego a Sunday morning romp, while Ivan made their breakfast as Tim showered and cleaned up. Tim gave Ivan a kiss at the door then headed to the Peters. Ivan fed B&B and sat back, contented, then made another pot of coffee. He knew the cast luncheon was at 1 so he had time to get some laundry done, clean up and take the bus to The Warick House, fuck that he thought, he'd call a cab instead. He made quick work of the laundry early, as few of the others were awake, then got dressed, called for a cab and was waiting outside #14 when Peter Grace (apt M) arrived by cab. Peter exited the cab, the driver asked Ivan if he was the Warick House fare? Ivan and Peter exchanged greetings then Ivan took up the cab and left for the luncheon. Peter was a very handsome man, he reflected.
The hostess had arranged an elaborate buffet for the cast and team. She thanked each one and then the group as a whole before leaving them to enjoy themselves. They could all finally enjoy their hard work and accomplishment. Ivan gave no more thought to the issue of Alexi and Jason, nor the way Dan or John did or didn't address his concerns. The background music was of the elevator sort, but was easy listening at least and it was the team's laughter and energy that was the real highlight, the real sounds of joy. The meal and party wrapped up about 2:30 and as the group was leaving, Jason approached Ivan with an extended handshake and began, "It's been a real honor dancing with you and learning from you and just wanted to thank you for the recommendation to the London School that I've been trying to get into for two years. My folks could have never afforded this and with the full ride support you arranged, well I can't thank you enough Mr. Markilev" and with that, Ivan realized the way things worked at New Town. Nothing more was said, Alexi would remain the boy toy in residence and things would not change.
Rather than going to the hospital, Ivan returned home and sent Tim a text, accordingly. He sat and watched the birds play, considered getting a porn up and jacking off, then read more emails and Cy's latest one from yesterday. It was succinct, "Met a guy (Neal) and wonder if he was the one I am supposed to be with, all along, still love you, but know now I'm not IN LOVE w/you. Be well and stay in touch" Cy. Ivan filed it with all the other Cy emails, then closed his laptop, almost relieved to have that issue behind him. It was as though the Cy and Alexi/Jason matters reached a conclusion today and now it was time to begin anew, or explore where he and Tim might lead. There was Steve but Ivan knew that Steve was and had been a passing fancy, and while a trick par excellence, Steve wasn't' looking for a future, just a NOW. He determined that he'd get a visit in with Alex later today, then changed his plan and would join the family early Monday morning before Alex's pre-op began. It may have become obvious to the Peters that Ivan and Tim appeared together many mornings, but nothing was said. Tomorrow would be no different. He fired of a reminder email to Dan, John, Grace, Gary and Towns about Alex's next surgery and that he would be there and out of the office until Alex was stable or at least moved from recovery, then phoned Mr. Peters and begged off today in lieu of seeing and being with them early Monday for the surgery. Mr. Peters understood and was delighted that he'd be with them Monday. Ivan spoke with Mrs. Peters and Dave offering and advising them that he was looking forward to seeing them Monday morning too. He then sent Tim a text --- C U Here Tonight---
Tim went straight to Vance St. after dropping off the Peters. He already knew Ivan would want to make it an early night in order to get the Peters to the hospital by 5:00 a.m. He walked in, Ivan was already in the shower as steam clouds billowed out. Stripping, he joined Ivan through the steamy fog, embraced and slowly kissed. Both cocks began to harden. They slid soap everywhere then rinsed quickly before toweling off, B&B were fed and they made out on the bed for a bit, before Tim was doggy, back arched and Ivan was rimming his eager hole. Well tongued, Tim rolled over, wrapped his legs around Ivan's lower torso and felt the fully engorged 9" giant, further teasing his hole. They kissed slowly as Ivan edged his swollen dickhead against Tim's warm ring. Tim's moans as they kissed, gave way to louder moans of pleasure and pain as Ivan slowly penetrated deeply through Tim's eager rings. Pausing, then resuming and now Tim met each of Ivan's thrusts and withdrawals. The in out rhythm increased as did the force of each thrust. Tim's arms encircled Ivan's waist, gripped his hard glutes, felt them drive that monster deep inside, then moved his hands to Ivan's upper torso and now his neck. Ivan now fucked Tim like a piston machine. His right palm splayed across Tim's pecs, served as leverage to increase the intensity. "Yes" Ivan posed? "Uh Huh Yes" Tim replied and then added "YES" as Ivan's pace and fuck angle changed. Ivan watched Tim's eyes close an knew his lover was close. Again Ivan posed, "Yes"? Tim urged through gritted teeth,"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" and shot cumwads across his torso and again up on his face. His ring clamping Ivan's cock tighter and tighter with each cum spasm. Ivan was ever close and as his lover shot his load, felt his own orgasm begin. The rapid fire cum volleys rocked his being. He saw stars with this orgasm and for the first time in a very long time, felt a bit dizzy from the intensity, before collapsing atop Tim, both men panting violently. They slept until the alarm went off at 3:30.