by David Horne
"Jason..." Fred whimpered.
But Jason moved his tongue from Fred's ear until he was kissing the back of his ear and then his neck. He sent little kisses on his ears while his hands began to slowly yank his penis, making Fred felt like a teenage boy who was just realizing that sex and pleasure existed.
"Please..,” he cried.
"You want this, huh?" Jason laughed wickedly.
Fred shamelessly nodded in agreement.
His body felt on fire and he wanted nothing but release from this torture. Slowly, Jason’s lips glided down his neck until it reached his nipple. He licked the nipples, one after the other and then slide down to Fred's flat stomach and his bellybutton. At this point, Fred couldn't take it anymore. He was breathing and moaning loudly.
"Oh my God, Jason...” he cried.
"Jason's tongue left his bellybutton and slowly reached his hips. He shamelessly raised his hips to welcome his tongue.
He let out a loud yell when Jason's lips covered his cock's head. Even he could feel his pre-cum began to pour.
"Oh...oh...this...is...too...good,” he cried, closing his eyes.
As Jason's mouth sucked his cock's cap, his hands continued to yank him up and down.
"I'm gonna cum," he whispered.
Jason smiled and continued to suckle. He tasted Fred's precum and smiled.
"Now...Jason...Now." Fred cried at the top of his voice, his body beginning to convulse. Jason at that point got rid of his mouth and increased the tempo of his hands. Fred let out a loud scream of ecstasy and cum, his cum, spilling on Jason's hands.
Afterward, he lay back in bed and was breathing heavily.
"You’re so unpredictable..."
"I only wanted to give you pleasure." Jason grinned. He left the bed, walked to his closet and brought out a handkerchief. Going on his knees beside Fred, Jason wiped him dry before wiping his hands.
"You’re amazing,” he said.
Fred reached out for Jason but Jason pulled back.
"Why? I need to give you pleasure too," Fred insisted.
"No, you look so tired and worn out in your sleep I wanted to help ease the tension away. Please go back to sleep."
Fred who had not had a got night sleep in weeks open his mouth to argue again with Jason but fell back against the pillows.
"Damn, I’m so very tired," he muttered and immediately went back to sleep. As he slept, Jason watched him again. He was scared of the powerful feelings he was having for Fred.
He had never felt this way for another human except for Fred and this scared Jason so much he didn't know what to do. He left his bed, walked to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he had a shower and tried all he could to not think. His heart was a mess and he didn't know what to do.
All he knew was he found joy and satisfaction seeing Fred with him. He was confused. The thing was, Jason was in love but he didn't want to accept it. To him, love was for fools and he was damn to be a fool.
***
Fred and Jason ended up spending a whole week together. It was like they were back in Hawaii again. One afternoon, Fred made some revelations.
"My parents invited me home for the weekend."
Jason felt a pang of fear in his heart. What they had going had been so perfect he didn't want to ever let go.
"Oh, that's great. When do you intend to leave?" He tried and succeeded in hiding his feelings.
"Actually..." Fred began, combing his hair with his hands, "I was thinking you would like to come with me."
"Me?" Jason was surprised.
"Sure. I'm sure my parents would love you," Fred confided.
"Are you sure? They rejected your first choice, Maurice."
"They had a good reason. Seven years ago, I was young, stupid and very naive. I’m no longer that person.”
"What makes you think your parents would take to me?" Jason inquired.
"Because you’re a good man. You’re nothing like Maurice. You’re a man of integrity, full of life and never selfish. You care for people more than you let on."
"Fred..."
"I know you’re scared of commitment, Jason. I’m not asking you to make a commitment. Fine, you've made it clear you can't provide a space in your heart for anyone. I understand that. We are nothing more than lovers and when the time comes, we have to go our separate ways."
Hearing the truth that a day and time would be coming when they would have to part ways, Jason felt something heavy descended on his heart.
"Are you getting tired of me?" he asked.
"No... I’m not. Are you getting tired of me?" he asked.
"No. If I were getting tired of you, would I have invited you to my parents?"
"No, you wouldn't," Jason admitted.
"So? Will you come with me to visit my parents?"
"Where do they live?"
"Atlanta."
"Wow, that's far. That's a good fourteen hours’ drive from here."
"I know but we can go by air. By air, it’s just an hour, forty minutes journey."
Jason closed his eyes and began to think. As tempting as that sounded...
"Come on, it’s not like you have something to do."
"Okay, when should we leave?"
"How about we leave tomorrow? It’s a weekend after all."
They kissed, publicly not caring in the world that they were in a very public place. They had forgotten the world outside but had eyes for each other only.
***
"I have a story for you," Maurice told Hannah Hudson, a journalist.
"What is your news?" she asked. The two were seated in a coffee shop. He had called a few days earlier to set up the meeting.
"What do you have?"
"I have a piece of information that will burst the entertainment and business world."
Hannah had known Maurice for a couple of years. He had sold information to her, which she published, becoming very popular.
"Who is it, this time?" She eyed him. Hannah was a petite woman in her mid-thirties. She had never liked Maurice but then had to put up with him because he seemed to know secrets about celebrities that people do not know. He had made her famous and colleagues had not cared to hide the fact that they were jealous of her
"Answer me," she almost snapped.
"You wouldn't be able to guess," he beamed wickedly.
Hannah's heart began to race. This was going to be very wonderful. She could already picture the headlines of the papers and the news.
"It’s about a millionaire whose company has just gone bankrupt,” he teased.
Hanna sat up. Her heart was racing. There was only one millionaire she could think of. For years she had been on his trail but couldn't find anything. Unlike others, he was a very private person.
"Are you talking about the ruthless business tycoon?" she asked, her pen in her hands. She was staring at the blank pad on the table.
"One and the same" Maurice agreed.
"What about him? Does he have a girlfriend? He had managed to keep his private life very hidden from the public."
"He’s having an affair." Maurice was happy with what he was doing.
"An affair? You mean with a married woman?" She was so excited she didn't even make an effort to hide it.
"No, he isn't having an affair with a married woman. "
Hannah was confused for only a moment or two but then her brown eyes widened with realization.
"You mean he’s having an affair with a celebrity?" she asked.
"Yes. He’s having an affair with a celebrity."
"Who is she?" she asked with excitement.
"Don’t ask who she is, ask who he is."
There was silence as the truth dawn on her.
"Are you telling me that Jason Sawyer is gay?"
"Yes, and he’s dating an American sweetheart."
As soon as she heard that, Hannah let out a loud cry. A few eyes from the coffee shop turned to stare surprisingly at her but she quickly clamped her hands over her mouth.<
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"Are we thinking of the same person?"
"Yes..."
"You mean Fred Jacobs?"
"Yes."
Hannah frowned and looked serious. She stared slyly at him.
"This is going to make big news. Are you sure of the source of your information?"
"Yes. Have I ever given you fake information?" he asked her, getting angry.
"No, you haven’t never."
"Then why do you doubt me?"
"If I publish news like this without proof and it turns out to be a lie, Jason Sawyer will destroy me. I might as well kiss my career goodbye."
Hannah was no fool. She was deliberately challenging Maurice to give her clues. She wasn't about to publish such a big story that would shake both the entertainment and business world without first attesting that she was doing the right thing.
"I’m not kidding."
"Who’s your source?" she asked him
"Here is my source." He put his hands in his pocket and retrieved a photo. In the photo, Fred and Jason were kissing each other with so much passion. She stared at the photo, her heart still racing for she could tell who those men were.
"Do I have your attention now?" he asked her.
"Sure, you my attention now," Hannah said and sat up.
"Good, let's talk about how you intend to pay me."
She smiled and leaned forward.
Ten minutes later, Hannah could already picture the news headlines.
"Gosh, I’m about to shake the internet!" she exclaimed to herself feeling proud.
She didn't think of the money she would make with this story. She decided she would think about that later. Now, the most important thing is to go home, get on her computer and start writing celebrity gossip news.
As soon as she left, Maurice burst into a wicked laugh. He had vowed to destroy Fred and he was determined to carry out his threat.
No one refuses me, he thought, feeling a new kind of anger. Although he had left Fred years ago in search of greener pastures, Maurice had come to realize that he was never meant to love anyone in this world but Fred.
He had always thought that Fred would wait on him and when he finally returned, Fred would forgive him and the two would live together. He had kept a lot of lovers but none could be compared to Fred.
He had been shocked when Fred had rejected him without even blinking an eye. Maurice blamed Jason for all this and he had sworn vengeance.
If I had known that Fred would become successful, I would have stayed by him, he muttered angrily to himself.
Now, years later, Fred was famous and he was a nobody.
"Let's see if your lover will protect you, Fred." Maurice laughed wickedly again, knowing he had just started a fire that no one would be able to quench. No one, not even Fred would cross him and go scot-free without tasting the repercussions.
He left the coffee shop and walked away to his hotel. For the first time since Fred had blatantly rejected him, Maurice was happy.
Chapter Thirteen
Fred and Jason arrived at the Jacobs' house on Friday evening. Fred's mom, Anna, was so happy to see her son again, she ran out of the house and into his arms. They had rented a car for the weekend from the airport.
Anna was shedding tears of joy at seeing her little boy again. As all this happened, Jason stood to the side and watched. He found himself remembering his own parents.
Fred's mom reminded him so much of his own mom who died of cancer when he was just eighteen. He looked away, trying all he could to not remember that he was the only surviving member of his family. First, it had been his brother. His mom had fought long and hard for her life and his father had spent a lot of money trying to keep her alive. She still died and the man was never the same again.
Jason was left to fend for himself from the age of eighteen. He had hated life then and now, looking at the Jacobs, he realized that he had missed having a family. He wondered how it would feel to always return home to find someone waiting.
The front door opened and a man of about fifty walked out. He had a pair of blue eyes. He first looked at his wife, hugging her son so tightly as if afraid to let him go before looking at the young man watching.
Fred's father thought he saw the young man look sad but he wasn't sure.
"How dare you forget your sister's birthday?" he asked his son.
"Dad?" Fred called. His mom released him and he ran to his father.
"Welcome home, son." The man shook his son’s hand.
"Thanks."
Fred turned and his eyes met Jason's. He smiled.
"Mom, Dad, meet Jason Sawyer," He said and walked to Jason. He slipped his hands around Jason's and stared at him with undiluted love.
"Is Jason your friend?" Fred's dad teased.
"Jason is my lover." Fred didn't bother to hide.
"I know you..." Edward Jacobs said,
"I won't be surprised, sir," Jason muttered.
"Your reputation precedes you. The business world calls you the ruthless business tycoon."
The men burst into laughter.
"It's nice meeting you, sir," Jason beamed.
"The pleasure is mine." Fred's father laughed.
"Welcome to our home." Fred's mom smiled warmly at him.
"Thank you."
The two men picked their weekend bags and walked into the house. As soon as he entered the house, Jason's stomach churned and he was reminded that he had skipped lunch. He had been so nervous about meeting Fred's parents he couldn't eat much during lunch.
"Please make yourself at home," Edward Jacobs told Jason.
"Thank you, sir."
"Please forget the formalities. Just call me Eddie."
"Okay." Jason retorted.
"Come, I’ll show you to our room," Fred told Jason. Jason quietly followed Fred up the staircase and down a small corridor.
He stood in front of a door and turned the knob.
"This is my room. I normally stay here whenever I visit and to be honest, I hardly visit."
"Why don't you visit?"
"I’m always very busy."
They walked into the room. The room had been cleaned and aired. The bed was big, with a bedside lamp and a small closet. There was a picture of Fred on a stand.
"How could you be so very busy for your own parents?" Jason didn't understand. He would have given away his wealth just to be with his family again.
"My work, I had to..."
"That's not an excuse man. Do you realize what it feels like to not have a family?"
"I don't," Fred admitted.
"Come here," Jason commanded, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Fred walked to him and Jason claimed his lips. They kissed passionately, caressing each other. Jason realized they couldn't make love just yet. Mrs. Jacobs had told them that dinner was ready. They had to be downstairs. He managed and was able to get hold of his passion.
Jason put the kiss to a halt and Fred groaned in protest.
"Go take a cold shower, you need it," Jason told his lover.
Fred only chuckled. He went on tiptoe and kissed Jason's lips.
"I guess you will want to wash up. I’ll be downstairs."
He walked out of the door and soon, Jason heard him descending the staircase. He sat down for like five minutes before leaving the bed. He walked to the connecting door pushed it open. He washed his face with cold water and wiped it dry with a towel.
***
"Does he know about Maurice?" Anna asked her son.
"Yes, I told him," Fred told her. He was helping her set the table.
"Does that mean you two are in a serious relationship?" she asked.
"No, Mom. Whet Jason and I have going is complicated," he told her.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But you love him. I mean I have never seen you look at anyone the way you look at him, since Maurice broke your heart."
Fred looked at his mother. Yes, he had
long come to accept the fact that he was in love with Jason. Surely, that was the only way he could explain the sadness he felt whenever he wasn't with Jason. But then, when he was with Jason, it was as if he were a new person. He would laugh, bubble and even tease. No, Jason made him happy.
"Yes Mom, I love him."
Anna looked at her son. She saw the sadness in his eyes and was more confused. She knew that something was wrong but she just couldn't place her hands on it.
"What’is the problem?" she asked.
"Seriously, Mom, it’s none of your business."
"I know."
"Good, then back off."
Anna knew she had just been told off. She immediately kept quiet. The table was almost set when Jason walked in. He saw the tension between mother and son but wisely said nothing about it.
"You're right on time," Mrs. Jacobs told him.
"Thank you."
"Honey? Dinner is ready," she called out to her husband. Within seconds, he appeared. They all sat down and Anna stood up and began to serve them.
She had prepared a quinoa bowl with turkey and an apple tart.
"So tell me, Jason, how did you meet my son?" Edward asked.
Jason found himself remembering the fateful summer evening that Fred almost ran over him. He chuckled and then burst into laughter.
"We met in Hawaii."
"You live there?"
"No, I was on a vacation," Jason told the man.
"I'm glad you met. At least I can see that you've succeeded in making Fred forget all about Maurice."
"Dad..." Fred began.
"You’re laughing and you seemed genuinely happy. What else can I ask for? "
The dinner was delicious.
"Mom, do you know that Jason here is a great cook?" Fred asked his mom.
"No, I don't."
"He’s very good. In fact, I'm sure he would make a great chef. I offered to help him, but he’s too proud."
Anna looked at Jason, the young man smiled uncomfortably.
"Where did you learn to cook?" she asked him.
"My mom was a chef," He informed the older woman.
"Oh, I bet you were a good student?"
"I was really hungry to learn and before the age of eighteen, I'd learned almost everything. I was eighteen when she died."
