Thai- Troubled

by Heather Mar-Gerrison

  He smiled, the stress that was so apparent in the way he was holding himself now gone, “Long story.” He said, “I’ll tell you when we get back to mine. Come on.”

  I walked over to his car with him, wondering when my life had suddenly gotten so damned complicated.

  “It’s open.” Thai said over the top of the car before he got in. I opened the passenger side and got in. I reached for the seatbelt and then sat quietly, wondering what the hell to say to him.

  “You’re very quiet.” He said after we’d been sat in silence for a few minutes.

  I sighed, “I have no idea what to say to you.”

  “Well, I’ve got quite a lot to say to you,” he growled, making my dick twitch with immediate interest. “Starting with this,” he turned to me. I was already watching him and our eyes met. His glinting a stormy black in the darkness, “if I catch you on the bridge again – for whatever reason – I’ll spank your bottom!”

  That made me smile, “Promises, promises.” I murmured.

  He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re a cheeky little thing, aren’t you?”

  I nodded and turned to him, “I can be – with the right person,” I sighed. Arthur never really brought out the cheeky side of my personality. I always felt that I should be a little more sedate with him. Maybe it was the age-gap. Maybe he really had always been too old for me, like he said. “How old are you?” I blurted out my question.

  Thai frowned, “Why does that matter?” he asked.

  I shrugged. It was no wonder he was puzzled. My train of thought had wandered off subject, “I guess I’m just curious.” I said with a smile.

  He grinned back at me, “I’m twenty-six. Is that okay?” He asked teasingly.

  I nodded, smiling at his teasing tone, “It’s perfectly okay.” I said, “I’m nineteen – almost twenty.”

  *

  Before long we’d arrived at the townhouse that I knew almost as well as my own home – well, from the outside anyway – but this time I was going through that shiny black front door to what lay inside. And I was going in with Thai… It was so surreal. I’d dreamed of this moment for literally months. My palms were beginning to sweat. Watching him dance on his podium at Studs while dreaming of a future with a guy that was never going to look my way was one thing. Having that guy finally look my way and actually going home with him was quite another…

  And there was something else bothering me too. “So, go on, tell me – how do you know Kenneth?” I prompted.

  He sighed, “He came to see me at Studs – clearly he must have worked out that you’d gotten a lift from someone there when Arthur was taken ill – and he came looking for me.”

  I frowned, “But why?”

  Chapter 4 – The Bridge…

  Thai

  I shrugged. I hadn’t been specifically asked to keep our conversation from Quentin, but neither did I want to alarm him or make him bolt from me for any feelings of guilt for spending time with me – and he surely would if he thought that Arthur had asked to see me – the object of his infatuation – if indeed that was what I was. There was no way I was going to let him out of my sight again tonight until I’d got him safely home. Preferably with a guard outside his bedroom window and one outside his bedroom door so he couldn’t escape and do anything else stupid.

  I shuddered. The bad feeling at the club was bad enough but the shock and horror that had gone through me when I saw him up on the bridge…

  It was just too much after Seth and Siobhan being in that accident only a few days ago. I really didn’t know what I’d have done if anything bad had happened to Quentin too – and I hardly knew him. I guess when you knew, though, you just knew…

  I’d driven like a man possessed to the bridge, desperate to get to him before he leapt to his death – only for him to jump in front of my fucking car!

  “Fuuuuuuuucccccckkkk!” I yelled, screeching to a halt with my heart pounding. Had I hit him? I didn’t think I had… I threw the car door open and got out. Life seemed to stand still for a moment as I rounded the front of my car and looked down. Oh, God. Thank fuck for that. He was alive. Oh, fuck. I hadn’t seen him in six days and I was once again floored by the way he looked. He was so damned beautiful. All I wanted to do was to pick him up and breathe him in.

  It occurred to me in that moment just how fragile life could be.

  As soon as I’d seen him, I’d been galvanised into action but it could have been too late. I might have missed him. It was all down to seconds in the end. One second you were alive and the next you were dead…

  It occurred to me that I had some idea of what Joel was going through, waiting for news about Seth – even though Seth had no idea of his existence. My situation was at least a little better than his – at least Quentin and I had a connection, albeit tenuous. Jeez, tenuous didn’t really begin to cover it. Could anything ever really blossom between us? Arthur’s dwindling health seemed to be a fucking massive hurdle to get over before we could start looking forward…

  Quentin’s voice made me jump. I’d been totally in my own little world there for a moment.

  “How did he know you were you?” he asked, his teeth worrying his bottom lip and making me want to nibble his lip instead.

  Tearing my eyes away, I smiled, “He saw me when I dropped you off, remember?” I didn’t want to mention the fact that Kenneth had recognised me from his paintings – better that he offered that information up voluntarily.

  He nodded, “Oh, right, yeah…” He frowned again. “But it was dark.”

  I nodded. Jeez, he wasn’t making this exactly easy, “the light was on in the car – I guess I’m pretty easy to spot.”

  His frown didn’t lift. I swallowed. Had I just been busted? I really didn’t want to mention the paintings before he did.

  “So, what then?” Quentin asked, “He gave you his number because of me? Or did he want something for himself?”

  It suddenly dawned on me what Quentin meant. He thought Kenneth was after a date or something! “Oh, God – nothing like that. He just wanted me to be able to contact him if you ever got stranded again, I guess.” He seemed content enough with the explanation, “Fancy a beer?” I offered.

  He grinned, “You know what.” He said, visibly beginning to relax, “A beer sounds great.”

  After a couple of bottles of beer had gone down nicely, I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Want one?” I asked.

  His eyes lit up, “Is it the honey one?”

  I nodded, “Yup.”

  He nodded, “I love that one. My friend, Franz had a bottle of it at the beginning of term. Fuck. We got totally wasted on our first night at uni...” He chuckled.

  I smiled, he was adorable when he’d had a drink and loosened up a little.

  I sat next to him on the sofa. No funny business I warned myself. Well, talk about famous last words… In my defence, he made the first move – and call me weak, but I was powerless to stop the inferno it started between us once our mouths met… It was like magic. Absolute magic.

  “Kiss me.” He breathed, leaning into me so that our faces were a hairbreadth apart.

  His eyes sparkled with undisguised passion and he licked his lips, those magnificent eyes lowering to look at my mouth as he did so.

  “We shouldn’t.” I managed to get out before he closed the gap between us.

  “Yeah, we totally should.” He murmured.

  My mind went blissfully blank as his tongue parted my lips and brushed against mine. “Oh, God.” I groaned as he pressed his body up against mine and I felt his hardness against my leg. Fuck. He was a sexy little thing…

  Chapter 5 – Desire…

  Quentin

  I don’t think I’d ever wanted anyone more than I wanted Thai in that moment.

  He was so utterly magnificent. All powerful muscles and what felt like miles of gloriously tanned, smooth skin. I couldn’t wait a second longer to get my hands on him.

  I crawled into his lap. He was so big
– and I’m really not – at five feet six, I guessed I wasn’t going to get any taller and I was cool with that – as long as Thai fancied me and by the size of his boner, I was pretty confident that he did.

  Sliding my arms around his neck I brushed my nose against his, “Is this okay?” I asked.

  He leaned back a little to look into my eyes, “Yeah,” he said, “It’s pretty damned perfect, actually.”

  I smiled, “I really like you, Thai,” I whispered, “I like you a lot.” I think I’m falling in love with you and it’s wonderful and scary and I don’t have the faintest idea of what I’m doing here with you…

  He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against mine, “I like you a lot, too.” He whispered, “You have no idea; now, how about another one of those kisses.”

  I sighed happily, pushing all of my depressing thoughts about Arthur to the back of my mind, I decided to allow myself this. Just this night with a lovely man that liked me in much the same way as I liked him. As long as Arthur never found out – and it was unlikely that he would now, I didn’t have to worry about hurting him. Not that it would hurt him. Arthur was fond of me, sure – but he’d never loved me – and certainly not in the way I’d loved him…

  I’d finally found the courage and the reason to move on. And that reason was Thai.

  “Do you have condoms?” I gasped between kisses.”

  Thai pulled away from me, “Yes.” He said, looking a little surprised that I’d asked, “of course I do but…”

  I put my finger against his lips, “Don’t make excuses not to.” I said, “I want to and you want to and you know it.”

  He nodded, his eyes glazed with lust, making me harder and more into him than ever.

  Reaching for me again, he pulled me close to his body and covered my mouth with his. He licked into my mouth, groaning as he did so, “Oh, God.” He murmured as he pulled away from me to look at me.

  We stared at each other for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, “What did you stop kissing me for?” I whispered.

  He blinked and shook his head, “I have no idea,” he said, “My bad.”

  I grinned before he leaned back in and started to kiss me again. He trailed kisses all down my chin and down my neck, making me shiver with desire. No one had ever kissed my neck before. It was nice… better than nice, it was incredible. Almost as if the sensation of his lips against my neck had a direct connection to my balls. They were tingling and my cock was hardening in my very tight jeans. It was kind of uncomfortable but I didn’t want him to stop. Not ever.

  “How many guys have you been with?” I had no idea why that suddenly popped into my head, but it did, and I’d said it – and I couldn’t take it back now…

  He pulled away from me, raising one eyebrow, “Does it matter?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “Not really. I guess I was curious.” I murmured, pulling him back in for more of those kisses that were almost unbearable they were so good. I honestly didn’t think that I’d be able to live without them now that I’d experienced them.

  He smiled, “Not as many as you’re probably thinking.” He said just before our lips met, “But more than most guys – well, probably.”

  I wasn’t exactly aware that we were moving as we kissed, but when my legs hit something firm, I realised that he’d backed us up to the sofa. He gently pushed me down. Grinning up at him, I pulled him down on top of me, “Oh, my God, you are so gorgeous.” I whispered to him between some really dirty, kisses. I felt like I’d been starving and his kisses were the food of life. I was never going to be the same again after this – there was no going back from this for me. I was ruined for anyone else…

  He pulled away and gazed at me with a little smile on his beautiful face, “Likewise.” He whispered, “What do you want to do?”

  I bit my lip. I’d never been so ready to disarm myself and be so willing to show my innermost feelings in all my life. Desperation had made me do things in my past to survive but never had I wanted to show another human being that I wanted to have sex just for the joy of having the physical and emotional contact of it. I’d been starved of this. I needed this. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He was gazing down at me, a look of slightly guarded wonder on his face. Maybe he felt the same way about me, “I’ll show you...” I whispered, “Take me to your bedroom.”

  He took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom.

  He smiled at me, I smiled back, “Take your clothes off.” I said. I was being downright bossy but I didn’t seem able to help myself. I really couldn’t wait to see his body. I knew what it looked like from seeing him dancing at Studs – he didn’t wear a whole lot when he was on his podium and he was some sight to behold.

  I needn’t have been concerned about being bossy. Thai couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough – seemed he was as eager to get naked as I was. “Take yours off too.” He said as he hopped around on the spot trying to get his super tight jeans over his feet – always a bit of an issue…

  I got my clothes off in record time and stood in front of him, completely naked. I didn’t feel any embarrassment at all. He was as naked as I was – and very aroused. It surprised me that he was as eager for this as me. He was so much better looking than I was – but looking at the size of his erection, it was obvious that he liked what he saw. “Fuck,” he whispered, looking me up and down, his eyes settling on my crotch, where I can’t deny – I was as erect as he was.

  His expression made me feel beautiful, “Do you like what you see?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Yes.” He murmured, “I really do. Come here.”

  I went to stand right in front of him, “What do you want me to do?” I asked.

  He licked his lips, “Well, obviously I want you to kiss me.”

  I nodded, “Of course.”

  He smiled, “And then we’ll get the lube – and condoms.”

  I felt my cock jerk at his words. God he was sexy. I nodded, “Okay.”

  “And then I’m going to get on the bed, and you can either be on your back, or you can ride me – but I prefer to top, so you’ll be going down on me, rather than getting inside me.”

  I grinned back at him. Clearly, he was a top. That didn’t bother me. I was pretty versatile. I didn’t mind it either way. “So, you’re going to fuck my brains out, basically.”

  He nodded, “Yes, babe – I am.” He said, “And I’m going to watch you come all over me.”

  Oh, sweet Jesus, he was the sexiest man on the planet... And I was all for it.

  He wasn’t kidding. I was coming so hard, I could see stars, “Oh, my God!” I yelled, my hands on his shoulders, and my knees either side of his hips as I slammed down on his cock again and again.

  “Harder!” he shouted, “Oh, God. Harder!”

  Fuck. I was absolutely knackered. I was doing all the work while he was lying on his back, totally blissed out, taking everything I was giving him – but it was the best sex I’d ever had and I was loving every exhausting second of it.

  “Oh, fuck. I’m coming.” He gasped, “I’m coming.”

  Thank God for that. I collapsed on his chest, which was covered in my own come. “I can’t move.” I mumbled into his neck. “Just give me a few minutes.”

  He chuckled, “Take as long as you like.” He said, stroking his fingers through my hair and then wrapping his arms around me and holding me as his cock softened and started to ease out of me.

  “We’d better take care of the condom.” I murmured, “Before we get everything everywhere.”

  I eased myself off him and flopped onto the bed at his side. He got up to remove the condom and then came back to bed.

  He smiled, “Wanna suck each other off or have you had enough for one night?”

  I shook my head, licking my lips in anticipation. I was dying to suck him off, “I’m game if you are.” I said.

  He smiled, “One of my favourite things to do,” He murmured, “Is sucking cock while I’m getting mine sucked.” />
  I’d never done that. I’d given plenty of blowjobs, but I’d been treated to very few. This was going to be awesome…

  I wasn’t wrong, sucking Thai, while he totally owned my cock was absolutely mind-blowing. He knew exactly what he was doing with his mouth and he’d made me come within an embarrassingly short time. Still, he’d come pretty much at the same time so it was all good.

  Once we’d got our breaths back, we had a shower and then cuddled up in his bed. “Are you okay?” He asked.

  I snuggled back against him, feeling his naked body pressed up against me. “I feel amazing.” I sighed. “What about you? Was it good?”

  He kissed the back of my neck. “You were incredible.” He murmured sleepily as he stroked my arm absently, “Absolutely incredible.”

  Chapter 6 – Shame…

  Quentin

  I woke up and immediately knew what had happened the night before. Well, obviously I knew – we might have had a beer each and a whisky but neither of us had drunk too much – and we therefore knew exactly what we’d been doing when we slept together.

  I slipped out of the bed, tiptoeing across the bedroom to the door.

  I needed to get up, get dressed and to get back to the hospital to see Arthur. Time was short with him as it was. Shame enveloped me. I must have lost my mind last night. I really shouldn’t be here, having sex with another man…

  I looked at myself in the mirror of Thai’s bathroom. “How could you?” I whispered to my reflection, who looked back at me with disgust in his eyes. “How could you do that with Thai when Arthur’s dying?” I’d let Arthur down and led Thai on. I couldn’t face him – hell, I couldn’t face either of them…

  It all got too much for me and I couldn’t help it. I burst in tears. Memories flooded my mind of the all the times Arthur had been affectionate towards me, giving me hope that something – anything – might finally happen between us. Nothing ever had and it was that knowledge that was crushing me now. I’d been in love with Arthur pretty much from the day he rescued me but it had always been unrequited love and always would be now. My hope for more had run out of time.