by David Horne
"By Maurice?" Jason supplied the name.
"He left me for no good reason and since then, I have guarded my heart like a mother hen. I vowed to let no one have so much influence over me."
"Well, that's good. I guess we are in the same boat. I also vowed to let no one have so much influence over me."
When Fred said nothing, Jason turned toward him and found him already sleeping. He let out a soft laugh. It seemed Fred was an easy sleeper
"What should I do with you now?" Jason asked a sleeping Fred.
Chapter Four
Jason, at a loss for what to do, drove steadily down the road. He took a left turn and continued driving. Soon, he was on 44th Avenue. He drove past the Starlight Bar and the Ritzy club and toward his hotel.
Once in front of his hotel, Jason managed to get a space in the parking lot. He parked Fred’s car and turned to look at him. This time, he was snoring softly.
"Hey, were here,” he said shaking him awake.
"Hmm..." Fred muttered and continued sleeping.
"Come on man, you've got to open your eyes,” he said, gently stroking Fred's cheeks. Fred's eyes popped open and he looked at Jason as if he were a stranger.
"I slept?" He was surprised.
"You sure did."
"Where are we?" He sat up and began looking around. He was surprised to find himself in a foreign environment.
"We are in front of my hotel. You can spend the night here but if you don't want to, kindly give me the address to your hotel and I’ll drive you." Jason wanted to give Fred a choice.
"I live in my penthouse," he managed to say, trying all he could to gather his scattered wits.
"So have you decided if you want to spend the night?"
Fred looked slyly at Jason, trying to decide. He finally decided that life was short. He was attracted to Jason and he could see from the way Jason was staring at him that he was also attracted.
"Will we make love if I go up with you?" He was straightforward.
Jason who was now filled with desire tried to calm himself.
"We are attracted to each other. If you don't want to go in with me, I’ll drive you back to your penthouse."
"No, let's go up."
He opened his door and stepped out of the car. Jason followed suit. He locked the door and the two turned to face each other.
"Do you want me to hold you? I mean can you walk up to my room?"
"I can walk. The last thing I want is for the gossip papers to carry the news."
The two burst into a knowing laugh. They walked into the lobby and were greeted by the receptionist.
She turned, looked at both men, but immediately turned her gaze away.
"Hi" she greeted them, waving her hands.
"Hi." Jason waved back.
They walked past reception and toward the elevator. Jason pressed the button and the door burst opened. They walk in and quietly waited.
"You know, I took to you the very moment I set eyes on you," Fred muttered with a yawn.
When the elevator came to a halt on the third floor, they stepped out and Jason led the way to his room. Once in front of his door, he unlocked it and the two walked in.
Fred, who was used to his posh and polished lifestyle, looked around the simple room. There was a large bed in the middle of the room. On the side of the room was a reading table. There was also a small dressing table and mirror. By the side of the bed was a lamp. It was simple, cozy and beautiful.
"Are you disappointed?" Jason asked.
"No, it’s simple."
"This is what I can afford." Jason lied.
"What do you do for a living?" Fred asked, walking into the room and sitting on the bed. He noticed the laptop on the table.
"I’m a real estate agent. I’m in Hawaii for a vacation." He supplied. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Be right back.”
Jason walked to the bathroom to take a shower. As he showered, he thought of Fred in his arms and felt himself go dizzy with need. He had never wanted anyone the way he wanted Fred. There was just something so different about Fred that even he couldn't understand.
Jason was the second of two kids. His older brother died when they were kids. His father was a cardiologist, while his mom was a schoolteacher. They had been really doting and had spent their lives loving him. He had everything he wanted. At eighteen, his mom died of cancer and that was when the reality of life set in.
His father, Joseph Sawyer, couldn't take the fact that he had lost his wife. The man had slowly begun drinking and keeping late nights. He barely had time for his son who had just gone to college.
He was in his final year when his father drank himself into a stupor and was killed in an accident.
"What would make an intelligent man like Joseph Sawyer turn into a shadow of himself?" Jason overheard one of the cops ask.
"You wouldn't know it, but I do. I tell you, my father died of a broken heart."
From then on, Jason had vowed to never let anyone have so much influence offer him. In his thirty-two years of life, he had never fallen in love. He wouldn't even let himself feel. Love had killed his father and he was determined to never end up like him.
He heard the door open and turned. Fred was in the bathroom. The two stared at each other with hunger and a kind of desire demanding immediate attention.
Neither one made an effort to deny their need for each other. Fred gazed steadily at Jason's body and found himself shaking with desire. The last time he felt such an intense need was seven years ago. He was still with Maurice and life was sweet.
He swallowed as he looked at Jason's hard and muscular chest, down his lean stomach and small waist. His eyes gazed at the big hard cock in front of him and he swallowed.
"Do you like what you see?" Jason asked him.
"You’re so well-made. Gosh, I want you...no, I need you."
Jason laughed. "How about you step into the shower with me? I can help wash your back." Jason teased.
Fred didn't wait any further for another invitation. He bent and hastily got rid of his shoes. His shirt went next. When he reached for his trousers, he could feel Jason watching his every move.
Hastily, he unbuckled his trousers and pulled them off. Finally, when Fred was standing naked with his proud dick looking at Jason, he smiled.
At this point, Jason couldn't hold his desire anymore. He rushed out of the bath and pulled Fred into his arms.
"Do you know how I’ve longed to do this from that first night we met when you nearly ran into me?" Jason asked.
He didn't wait to hear Fred's reply. He bent his head lower and lower until their noses were touching and their lips touched.
As soon as their lips touched, the two were all lost in their world of desire. They had wanted this for far too long and they couldn't wait to quench their thirst.
Jason kissed Fred with full vigor. He was tasting, sucking and giving all he had to offer. When a loud moan escaped from Fred's mouth, Jason felt himself go limp with passion. He splayed his wet hands around Fred's body and continued to kiss him.
Slowly, his hands continued to explore. He wanted to touch, kiss and lick every inch of Fred.
"Jay..." Fred said, breathing hard.
"What do you want?" Jason asked in a husky tone.
"I want you, Jason," Fred said without shame.
"How much do you want me?" Jason asked, kneading his hands all over Jason's butt cheeks.
"Too much. It has been so long since I felt something so real and strong," he admitted without shame.
Every touch of Jason sent shivers of desire all over his body. At that moment, he would give anything for Jason to make love to him.
Jason wanted to go slowly. Despite the fact that all he wanted was to fuck Fred senseless, he also wanted the night to be a special one.
"Come." He pulled Fred into the running shower.
"Have you ever made love in the shower?" he asked him.
Fred remembered Maurice and the night of pleasure they once shar
ed in the shower.
"Yea, once," he retorted.
"How about a repeat?" Jason asked, kissing and licking Fred's ears.
"Hmm.... hmmm.... hmmm...." Fred moaned.
They were both wet now and the running water was caressing their skins.
Fred took a bold step and did the unthinkable. He allowed his hands to slide slowly down until he was touching Jason's strong, hard and very aroused dick.
"Oh...my..."Jason groaned.
"You’re so big and beautiful..." Fred said.
"Please, Fred, I don't want to cum in your hands. At least not yet."
Fred wasn't listening, his hands were softly caressing Jason's dick. Jason, who was kissing Fred, let out a loud groan.
"Oh God..." He jumped.
He pinned Fred against the wall and began to lick him. His lips found Fred's nipple and gently began to suck.
"Ah..." Fred moaned again.
Jason wasn't through torturing Fred, yet. He playfully bit his nipples and Jason felt a new kind of desire overtake him.
Jason's hands and lips were all over his body. Every touch sent him over the edge with desire.
"Please, Jason..." Fred begged.
His voice sounded almost foreign. He couldn't remember the last time he had had to beg for sex since Maurice had left him.
"Please, what?" Jason asked. His violet eyes had darkened with desire.
"I want your hard cock inside me," he pleaded again.
Hearing him say that out loud, Jason lost the little control left in him. He groaned, turned Fred to face the wall. This time, both Fred and Jason could see their faces in the mirror.
"Please..." he begged again.
Jason was trying hard to control himself. He didn't want to behave like a teenager. Slowly, he kneaded Fred's ass and then bent, sending little kisses all over him.
"Oh...oh..." Fred groaned.
His groan rang in Jason's ear and Jason knew he couldn't hold on anymore. He slowly guided his hard dick into Fred's tight asshole.
"God, you’re so tight,” he said, almost breathlessly.
Fred was lost in so much passion he couldn't say a word. Jason's dick had fitted well into him. It was as if they were meant for each other.
"Fuck me,” he cried.
Jason began to slowly move in and out of Fred. Every thrust he made sent shivers of desires through Jason.
"You’re so sweet, love…” he cried.
"Hmmm....hmmm..." Fred continued to moan.
As they made love, Jason ran his hard hands around Fred's chest and caressed his chest, down his flat stomach until he was touching his hard cock.
"Shit!" Fred shouted, not minding that he might be heard.
When Jason's finger touched the cap of his dick, he almost came.
"Hmmm...." Jason groaned.
The shower did little or nothing to hide their cries of passion. As he thrust in and out of Fred from behind, Jason expertly caressed Fred’s dick. Kneading, caressing, touching and rubbing.
"Oh...oh...I'm about to cum," Fred shouted.
"Oh yes, cum in my hands," Jason said, kissing his neck.
He threw back his head and shouted at the top of his voice
"Mmmm....mmmm...mmmm..." he cried, splitting his thick milky cum on Jason's hands.
It was too much for Jason. He began to shake and knew he was about to cum.
"Ahhhhhhhh." He yelled and immediately pulled his dick out of Fred and came on his ass.
Chapter Five
Afterward, Jason and Fred looked up and saw themselves through the mirror. Fred looked calm, almost too calmed and at peace while Jason looked wild, spent and tired.
He placed little kisses around Fred's neck.
"Thanks,” he said, feeling happy.
"That was great." Fred grinned.
They chuckled and washed their selves in the shower. By the time they came back into the bedroom, they were both satisfied.
They lay down in bed to sleep, each thinking of the powerful sex they had just shared.
"Jason?" Fred called.
He was in Jason's arms.
"Hmm?" Jason replied, kissing him on the lips.
"How about you extend your vacation?" he asked, looking into the violet eyes of Jason.
"I can't do that. I've got a life to go back to," Jason retorted.
"Do you have a lover back home?"
"No. I don't. My life is a mess right now and I can't keep a place in my heart for anything love," Jason said mildly.
As soon as he said that, Fred felt something heavy and hard descend on his heart. It was so heavy. He didn't understand why it hurt to hear such words from the person he had met less than a week ago.
"I also don’t have a place in my heart for anyone right now,” he said, trying and succeeding in hiding his true feelings.
"Good," Jason laughed, pulled him closer to him and immediately began to snore.
Thirty minutes later, Jason continued to sleep but Fred couldn't sleep. He listened to Jason breath in and out and realized it had been a long time since he let a man come so close to his heart.
He pulled away from Jason's arms and sat down. He looked down at Jason's sleeping, naked form and found himself going hard again but he made no effort to touch him.
Slowly, he left the bed, hastily dressed and took a good look at Jason.
It will be better if we leave it at this. He told himself, picked up his car keys and began walking away through the door when an idea struck him.
You won't be seeing him again. He will be gone to New York in a couple of hours. How about something to remember him.
He took a glance at his wristwatch and realized it was already four in the morning. He knew that Jason would be leaving in a couple of hours and he had no intention of trying to convince him to stay. He had tried once and he didn't want to.
Taking his phone from his pocket, Fred took a snapshot of Jason's face. He looked so handsome in his sleep and less domineering.
"Goodbye, Jason Smith." He kissed his cheeks and walked out of the room, down the corridor and toward the elevator. Reception was empty except for the receptionist they had seen earlier.
His mind was a mess at the moment and he didn't even give her so much as a smile. He walked out of the hotel and found his car.
"You did the right thing." A voice in his head told him.
He slowly began driving down the road toward his penthouse. As he drove, he thought of Jason and felt sad again.
"Damn it. I need a vacation to clear my head." He hit his hands on the steering wheel.
By the time he got into his house, he was too tired to do anything. He had missed about a dozen calls from his manager and one from his sister. He undressed, climbed into his empty bed and immediately began to sleep.
He slowly opened his eyes to see the rays of the sun streaming into his room. He sat up, feeling a dull ache in his heart.
There was a knock on his door. He left the bed, wore his dressing gown and went to open it. There, standing before him was the one man who had stood by him through thick and thin.
"Benjamin..." he began
"You scared the hell out of me, Fred. For crying out loud, you suddenly up and canceled your meeting without telling me. Then you weren't picking my calls. I was here but you were not home."
"It’s nothing, I'm here now." Fred grinned, showing his white teeth
"Where were you?" he said, entering the house. He sat on the white sofa and turned to stare at his friend of seven years.
"I was out with a friend."
Ben blinked. "A friend?" he asked.
"Yes, a friend and don't ask me whom that friend was. It’s private."
Benjamin didn't understand what was happening but since Fred had said it was private, he didn't want to dive into the matter further.
"I rescheduled your meeting to hold this evening."
"Good."
"Fred?" he called.
"Yes?"
"Were you with Maurice?
"
This time, it was Fred's turn to blink. For the first time since Maurice had left him, he didn't feel the stabbing pain in his chest whenever he heard the name, Maurice.
"I wasn't with Maurice. Like I said before, I’m done with him."
"Who were you with then?"
Just then his phone call began beeping. He walked to his bedroom, took the phone and saw the same number that had called him the previous evening.
It was Jason.
"Aren't you going to pick the call?" Benjamin asked when he saw Fred hesitate.
"He shrugged. There was no need for him to pick the call. They both were scared to fall in love and he was scared of his feelings for Jason. He wanted nothing more than to put the previous night behind him.
"Fred...I’m your friend," Ben chipped in
"I don't want to talk about it." Fred was in a confused state. He didn't know what he really wanted. A part of him wanted to be with Jason and another part of him wanted to be as far away from Jason as he could.
"Fred..." Benjamin began.
By this time, the phone had stopped beeping. It immediately began ringing again and he had no choice but to press the receive button.
"Hello?" He heard Jason's deep voice say.
"Good morning," he said with a smile.
"Did you have a wonderful night?" His voice was seductive that Fred was forced to move away from Benjamin.
"It was the best I had in years."
"Guess what?" Jason asked him.
"What?"
"I've canceled my trip. I’m staying here for another five days." It was an invitation.
Fred felt his heart almost burst with excitement.
"Really? You did that for me?"
"Yes. How about we become lovers? The world doesn't have to know. I want to protect you from the media." Jason knew he was also trying to protect himself.
"Sure. Will you move into my house?" he asked hopefully.
"You want me to?"
"Yes, besides, it would cut cost for you."
"I’ll be grateful. Will you come to pick me up?" Jason was excited. He was determined to make the best of the five days they would spend together.
"Yes, I’ll be at your hotel in the next..."
"You have a meeting at exactly four this afternoon. Do not forget," his manager reminded him.
