VANCE STREET by Mike Austin
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Thursday rolled around, their morning routine played out and Tim dropped Ivan off at work before heading to the hotel for the Peters. Neither spoke too much on the drive as Ivan was thinking about a show routine and sketched some on his art pad. In no time, they arrived at his bus stop and exchanged quick kisses then Tim pulled back into traffic and was lost in the mire of vehicles. Ivan stood at the corner waiting for the light to change and thought how much had happened in so few weeks. Again he was first in, did the light up and coffee brewing routines, grabbed an OJ and landed in his fine desk chair to check emails and learn what if anything of interest had popped up. While enjoying swigs of ice cold OJ, his mind wandered to some of the other tenants at #14. How did they sleep; tops, bottoms, naked; did the guys always jack off at night or were some morning sorts? Were most solo or silent partners? What porn did they enjoy? He flashed to an image of Grace giving Alexi head, then Jason doing the same.
Finishing his emails, he pulled out his sketch pad again and continued the draft of the "Swing Time" show and made notes about classical', interp', real dance swing', perhaps student intros', `comedic' and drew some characterizations and costumes for each segment. He filled the insulated stainless travel mug he'd brought from home a few days ago and returned to his desk to continue his thoughts and drafts. The a/c kicking in was the first noise to startle him from his concentration and later, Grace's "hello, Ivan are you here" as she bellowed from the hallway? He rose, greeted her, they made small talk, she thanked him for making the coffee; admitted to really needing it as Ivan noticed a hint of a hangover in her eyes, and grinned a bit. She continued, "you can't burn the candle at both ends, it will snuff you out, just remember it will all be here tomorrow" and with that she raised her cup of coffee as a toast and settled into her email routine. Her pink and blue "do" bobbed up and down as she typed, and again he imagined her head doing the same on Alexi's big dick. Once again at his desk, the intercom went off and Grace reminded Ivan of a 2:00 meeting with the Development Board. "Tell me again how the Fund Raising Board and the Development Board differ, my dear Gracie" he responded? She spat back, "DB prepares the goals and outlines the future shows and physical requirements and FB takes the DB stuff and figures out how much is needed and where and how to get the bucks". "Ah ok, got it, thanks again for the education and keeping me on point" he acknowledged. UGH he thought, there goes any chance of getting out early. He sent Tim a text about his meeting and timing then asked about supper and his Queen sized bed again. He sent a similar text to Mr. Peters, though w/o comment about the bed.
Needing another coffee refill, as he passed Grace's desk, he heard Shelley's voice on the intercom announce "Elvis is in the House", meaning John had arrived. He chuckled at the reference and was filling his mug when John sailed through on his cell, talking very pointedly to the other party, went into his office, closing the door behind. "Bad day at dry rock" Ivan observed to Grace then returned to his desk. He pulled up the meeting notes form the last Development Board Meeting that was held the week before he'd tried out for the position at New Town, a month ago. The agenda was packed and the meeting lasted 4 hours. His mind reeled at the thought of a 4 hour discussion of the future. He printed the material, then Grace sent out the agenda for today's meeting and asked for any revisions by 10 a.m. so she could update the agenda if required.
One of Ivan's tasks was to visit the student program twice/week. He'd not been there at all since arriving and thought today's the day. He went through the staging area to a hallway that led to the Student School. They had 4 age-ranged classes in session and he visited each one for about 45 minutes before hitting the cafeteria, returning to his office for any last minute email check and arriving at the Board Room a few minutes to 2. As the other Board members arrived, Ivan worked the room, several asked about Alex, others wondered about his ability to stand in for Alex, and he reminded them they were co-choreographers now. Alexi's patron and his wife arrived, made small talk and took their seats at the large table as John opened this month's meeting. "For those of you who've not yet met our new managing choreographer, please welcome Ivan Markilev" and with that John asked Ivan to stand and say a few words. Ivan felt his confidence billow and he thanked them for their vision, was eager to propel the New Town Company based on their guidance and enthusiasm and then went on to give a brief report on Alex's condition before giving the chair back to John. As John resumed the podium, he remarked that Ivan was responsible for a recent production/fund raiser that netted $55K from a one hour performance; pretty remarkable work" and gave Ivan a salute. The room lit up with this news and Ivan's delivery of this sort of fund raising talent. Even Alexi's patrons were impressed and offered mock applause. The meeting progressed, Ivan took notes, made remarks, commented on Q&As, but by 6:30 the meeting's end was all too welcome. Ivan and John shared a few thoughts as they went to their offices, before Ivan grabbed his materials, stuffed his tote and headed out for the day.
He made the short block to the bus stop, arriving just as the bus was approaching. The ride to the hospital was numbing after the long meeting. He was dazed as he rode up to 12, but lit up when he saw Dr. Markel leaving Alex's room in smiles. They greeted each other, Ivan took the time to suggest a thank you meal or drink after Alex was discharged from the good doc's care at which point Dr. James Markel announced, "well sure Ivan, that would be a good idea, let's see where we are in another couple of weeks after Alex gets home and begins his rehab" then gripped Ivan`s shoulder as has been his courtesy and went to the nurse's station. Ivan was a bit stunned both at his own boldness and James Markel's acceptance, then went in to visit his friend and the family. "Good news" Mrs. Peters proclaimed, "Dr. Markel says Alex can be discharged either Monday or Tuesday and then begin rehab next Thursday or Friday at home." Ivan high-fived each person and then closed in on Alex and grinned, gave him a thumbs up and high-five then snapped his fingers adding, "and we'll have you back in those dance shoes in no time." The family beamed. Ivan begged off supper after the day he'd had and suggested they all dine on their own, then sent a text to Tim to that effect. Mr. Peters approached Ivan and suggested he get some rest and hold off the hospital visit Friday and take some time for himself; that he was looking really fatigued and they didn't want him to get run down; then smiled and hugged his new friend. They said their good nights to Alex and all left. Ivan caught the bus home and Tim brought the family to the hotel, but begged off supper as well. Mrs. Peters was in her element and ordered room service.
Tim arrived at the apt soon after Ivan and fund his boyfriend already in the shower. He joined him and they kissed passionately in the steam. They made some scrambled eggs and toast, fed B&B then downed tall glasses of milk with their meal and talked about their days. Ivan asked Tim to tell him more about his Queen-sized bed and just how far the apt is from work and the hospital? Then he pressed Tim for details of how many other men had shared his queen-sized bed; AND HOW OFTEN? They chuckled as Tim did his best "shuffle away from the subject", before admitting to one or two; which met with Ivan's suspect grin. Ivan suggested, "maybe that place could become our w/e get-away"? Tim beamed but replied, "but what about B&B?" Ivan shared that the Peters had suggested he take Friday off of hospital duty and that he was looking fatigued. Tim agreed and offered to get him from work while the Peters were still visiting with Alex before their supper at 7, run him home, then come back after he dropped them at the hotel and pick-up some take-out food that Ivan could order in the interim, maybe Chinese? Ivan was warming to that idea and finally was all in for the Friday plan. The two did some serious make out between washing supper dishes and then worked their way to bed.
Ivan could not long deny Tim's amorous appeals; especially when Tim set to giving Ivan deep throat action. Tim had mastered swallowing Ivan and staying down on him, working his throat muscles to prod Ivan's cock to full extension. Ivan also loved it when his boyfriend would suck his balls slowly and stroke his hardening cock, then dive down on him and corkscrew his throat up and down bringing him to a full hardon. That corkscrew action was Tim's method tonight and he had Ivan bucking, arching his torso high off the bed, his toes curled; hands gripping the back of Tim's head feeding his own dick down Tim's throat until he blew his tick ropes straight into his boyfriend's gut. Panting wildly and thrashing as he did. Tim would focus so much on Ivan that he'd forget his own hard dick in the process and only after Ivan was taken care of, did Tim jack his cock furiously and explode.
Both guys shot cum volumes that night, before diving into a deep sleep.