by Sky McCoy
Once inside where the tables were, Payton took off his straw-hat and carried it in hand as he strode through the tables reaching the booths seconds later. For some reason he noticed there was a different crowd on Monday’s, a time when he hadn’t gone with Taylor to meet the boys, probably had to work on his legal briefs for the next day, and he couldn’t spare the time.
Trudging through the crowd of tables and people, Payton never turned around to see if Taylor had caught up with him. He was angry and he needed something to drink after his day in court and dealing with Dylan.
Why didn’t Taylor tell Dylan to get lost? When he walked into his office, Taylor had a guilty look on his face, and Dylan was standing close behind him. Too close. And Dylan appeared to enjoy the painful and angry look on his face, and the pain he had clearly been able to inflict on him. And yet Taylor didn’t step up and say get lost and don’t come here again. He could have told him that, but he didn’t, Payton thought.
The place was now crowded and mostly populated with women sitting chatting, and drinking, laughing out loud, and singing along. Nevertheless, they were an entertaining crowd because they seemed to enjoy Maurice’s songs. Normally Payton would have too but tonight he couldn’t hear them for the thoughts running around his head.
There was a time if he walked into a bar during happy hour and it was populated by that many women he would have had one, or maybe two ready to take him home, or go home with him, or fucked one in the stalls, and he would be in good form the next day when he had to enter court.
But living with Taylor, his cock always seem to be in need of him, and he with Taylor, but if he didn’t get what he needed from Taylor if he was too tired, heaven help everyone who came into contact with him that day.
He sat down next to Jake.
“Where’s Taylor?” Noah asked. “Don’t tell me he’s working again.”
“No. He’s not working. He’s getting his hat,” Jake said pointing and laughing.
When Payton turned, Taylor was smiling at the host and trying on one. How the fuck can he smile, Payton thought. And just as that thought came through his mind, a song blasted over the hidden speakers. It was Maurice Javier singing “Living’. In the Sunlight, Loving in the Moonlight...having a wonderful time...I do what I like...”
That was Taylor alright. Doing what he fucking well liked and when he liked, Payton thought.
Before Taylor made his way through the crowd and to their booth, four women recognized him, and he stopped in front of them, and one woman stood and greeted him with a kiss on his cheek. She was very tall, Payton remembered Taylor telling him that he had worked as a model, when he was a teenager.
The woman had that look about her, as if she had been a model once. Tall slim and blonde. Hair down her shoulders with a youthful look in the dim light. But if Taylor knew her, she must be a little older but, he couldn’t tell at that distance.
From where Payton sat, the woman standing and kissing him on his cheek who looked to be in her late twenties had a hold on his hand, and Taylor was being his normal charming self. But she held his hand tight, and in the dim light, Payton could see her playing with his wedding band, throwing her head back and laughing.
Payton didn’t know what they were saying, and he didn’t want to guess because he would probably get angry. But the conversation had gone on long enough. Why didn’t he just end it and come and sit with his husband and friends, Payton thought.
Noah and Jake were laughing too, and talking, and they could have been talking to Payton but he didn’t hear him.
“There’s Taylor over there with a table full of women, look how they’re flirting with him, Payton,” Noah said trying to tease him because Taylor’s friends knew about Payton’s jealous nature. Noah enjoyed causing trouble, and he wasn’t making anything better for Taylor.
Payton couldn’t take it anymore. He stood with his long legs, and before he closed the distance between him and Taylor, he heard Noah say to Jake, “What did I say?”
Standing behind Taylor waiting for the conversation to end and before he said something rude, the woman must have seen the look on Payton’s face, because she was facing him, and she got the message or she was blind.
Payton placed his left hand across his waist and under his right elbow and huffed. “Ladies, I know you find Taylor’s conversation interesting, and maybe even fascinating, but he’s a married man.” The table grew quiet all of a sudden, and the woman sat down still holding on to Taylor’s fingers.
“We didn’t know you were married,” she said swinging his hand back and forward pretending that she hadn’t been playing with his wedding band all along. One of the women, a tall redhead who didn’t pay attention to the platinum band on Taylor’s finger said, “Who’s the lucky woman?” She smiled and looked to the group at her table. They waited for an answer as they took a sip of their red wine and then giggled looking up at Payton.
“There’s no lucky woman in this marriage, but a lucky man, because he’s married to me. Now will you please excuse us, and especially you,” Payton said removing Taylor’s hand from the woman’s grasp, who had been holding him by his wedding band. The one Payton had given to Taylor.
Payton took Taylor by the arm and led him to the side in the direction of the booth, but they stopped short of the booth near a hall that led to the restrooms. He put his hand over Taylor’s shoulder. “You are going to tell your friends that we will see them another time, and I’m taking you home, and there we will deal with this. Not in front of everyone in this place, and especially not your friends,” Payton barked out.
“Like I said...”
“Yes, I’m the boss tonight. I’m going to be inside of you, until I’m satisfied with your explanation about Dylan, and until we get some kind of understanding. Now go over there and make some excuse why we have to leave, and I’m going to hail a cab, and don’t let those women stop you because if I have to come back in here, you’re wearing a cock cage with a lock. Do I make myself clear?”
“I would gladly wear one if you stop freaking out about every little thing like some old lover...”
Payton cut him off. “Who stood in my face and said that he wants you, and he intends on getting you. Clearly he has no respect for our marriage, and I didn’t see you try to stop him.”
“How many times can I tell you, it’s not what Dylan wants, but what I want, and I want you? Only you, damn it.” Taylor reached behind Payton’s neck and brought him in for an aching blistering kiss.
When their lips touched, Payton couldn’t get his twitching cock under control. In the dim lit light of the hall, he tried to discreetly grind on Taylor’s throbbing waiting cock, and if they didn’t get their emotions reigned in, they would be arrested for indecent exposure.
When they pulled away from each other the collective thought was tomorrow’s headlines and the Post and Daily News were notorious for front page gossip. Two Prominent Attorneys Arrested for Indecent Exposure. The Problem was, We Couldn’t Obtain Pictures of What they were packing, and it wasn’t a gun.
When Payton and Taylor turned away, hand in hand, to take their affectionate behavior home, a snicker came from out of nowhere. “Get a room,” Noah said in passing on his way to the boy’s room.
Chapter Nine
WHEN TAYLOR AND PAYTON walked into their beautiful stylish apartment, they stopped and both deposited their keys and phones in the bowls setting on a large white French armoire in the Foyer. Payton glanced over at Taylor. “I’m hungry, what about you?” Payton assumed the same indifferent attitude he had before. He sauntered into the bedroom, hung his coat on the valet chair, and Taylor did the same.
After both men toed off their shoes and undressed, and before they eased into a pair of sweats, Taylor strolled behind Payton, held him around his waist, leaned in and whispered, “Take a shower with me. I want to feel you.”
Payton turned and eyed him, “I’m hungry.” And he pulled away and sauntered out of the bedroom and headed down the hal
l.
Taylor walked close behind Payton taking in the sight of his sexy hard ass, an ass he spotted long before he introduced himself to Payton. It was at the announcement of his engagement to the mayor’s daughter, which brought Taylor in close contact with a man who had hastened his move to California, and especially to San Francisco.
He remembered that moment as he held Payton from behind and nipped at his ear, and ground his cock on that splendid hard muscled ass of Payton’s.
STANDING BEHIND PAYTON, with a glass of champagne in his hand, Taylor admired his wide shoulders, those long legs and most importantly that hard ass. All he could think of as he watched Payton was to sink his cock between his crack, right in the seam of his pants. When he could no longer stand being this close to a man he thought about every day from the time he picked up a paper and saw his picture, he finally got the nerve to walk up behind him, just as his fiancée walked away.
“Congratulations, Mr. Bailey. I hope you will be very happy. Taylor held out his hand to Payton, and Payton reached for it, and the handshake was long and uncomfortable, not because it was unusual for a man to sustain such a long strong handshake. Or that it was unusual for a gay man to look him in the eyes as this man was doing.
Payton had many proposals from men since he had moved to San Francisco from Oregon, but he had to disappoint a lot of them by telling them that he was engaged to a wonderful woman.
Taylor knew the handshake between he and Payton was different, and it had stirred something inside of him. A heat and attraction and Taylor saw it in Payton’s amber eyes. If Payton Bailey wasn’t gay he sure was open to a relationship with him, Taylor thought.
“What the fuck is this?” Payton said to Taylor when they both stood holding each other’s hand as if lightening had struck them both at the same time and it had.
“Taylor Knox.”
“Yes, I know who you are. Your reputation precedes you,” Payton said as his hands steeple in front of him after Taylor released his grip.
“I hope it’s good.”
“On the contrary, you have a reputation for being reckless and tough.”
“Guilty as charged. But I hope that won’t color your opinion about me.”
“Oh Mr. Knox, you don’t know how I waited to meet you. If I remember you fucked a woman I was once engaged to.”
“Or two.”
“What?” Payton asked uncertain of what Taylor was referring to.
“Taylor. Call me Taylor. Since we have a lot in common. Your fiancée I mean.”
“Well Taylor, I have to attend to this fiancée. I don’t want to lose another one because you can’t stay away from impressionable women. This fiancée doesn’t like when I give someone else more attention than I give her.”
“Needy is she?” Taylor said with a sexy grin and placing his drink on a tray held by a waiter.
“Just cautious.”
“But surely she doesn’t mind you being around men.”
“In San Francisco, especially a man.”
“Is she afraid you will find a man attractive? More than her.”
“I doubt that.” But Taylor knew in his voice and eyes that he’d lied to him.
“Well you’ll never know until you try.” And Taylor walked out of his life until the next time.
“I THOUGHT YOU WANTED to fuck me more than you wanted to, well, eat,” Taylor said. “We were where the food was, and it was cooked for us. You didn’t have to cook, and now you’re hungry, and you have to cook something,” Taylor said, as he followed close behind Payton, holding his cock as he walked into their kitchen, with Payton turning to look at him before he sucked his teeth and headed for the fridge.
“I’m thinking omelet, what do you want?” Payton said ignoring Taylor’s protest.
“We can eat anytime. I think you’re ignoring me. I have needs and the way you behaved all day makes me want to fuck you now.”
Payton turned to Taylor with a cold expression crossing his face and settling into his brown eyes underneath thick dark eyelashes. Not like it had been before red hot when they were standing in the corner at the restaurant, but cool and indifferent.
The minute Payton walked into their apartment everything changed, Taylor thought. As Payton stood in front of an open fridge, completely ignoring Taylor’s plea, Taylor eased up behind him wedging his cock in the seam of Payton’s ass. Payton continue selecting some vegetables as if Taylor wasn’t there, and he didn’t have a stiff cock grinding on him, and moving in the crack of his ass.
Payton leaned back as he almost gave into the heated dick now making him boiling hot. He stood in front of the open fridge just to cool off. Pulling out the eggs and milk, then he turned around quickly, and raised an eyebrow with a fuck you stare aimed at Taylor.
“What?” Taylor said.
“If you don’t get rid of Dylan, then you will never fuck me and make me a bottom again. You’re certainly not going to make me your bottom when you’ve been someone’s bottom yourself.”
“Is that what this is about? Then you fuck me, top or bottom, I don’t care as long as we’re together.” Taylor looked on as Payton broke the eggs and reached for the whisk to beat the eggs after getting the chopped tomatoes, green onions, mushrooms and cheddar cheese.
As Payton prepared the skillet with olive oil and butter to drop in the pot, he glanced over and saw the mail. Walking to the box, he picked up a letter addressed to him and he looked up at Taylor and said, “Why didn’t you tell me I had a letter from Oregon?” He turned off the stove and took the letter and headed for the bedroom forgetting that he was hungry. He stopped and sat on his side of the bed and read the letter.
He looked up to see Taylor standing over him.
“Because I have been busy, and I didn’t think it was important. You said you didn’t want to read letters that were address to you from Oregon.”
Payton glance up at Taylor and his mouth turned down like a child who had gotten the wrong toy for Christmas and he had been disappointed. Payton tossed the letter on the nightstand.
Taylor reached over and picked up the letter. It was from his mother.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you had a family? I thought they were all dead.”
“I didn’t tell you that. I didn’t tell you anything. You just assumed. We were together for one fucking night, and I gave up everything for you. I have brothers and a sister. The last thing they knew I was going off to San Francisco to practice law. My sister said ‘don’t let one of those hot gay men seduce you.’ But you weren’t a hot gay man, were you?” Payton’s eyes sprang up to meet Taylor’s. “You were a hot bisexual man, and I didn’t see it coming, until it was too late.”
“So now what are you saying, Payton, that you should never have married me?” Taylor thought about what he’d said, but he didn’t think long enough, and he didn’t want to put any notions in Payton’s head, but it was too late.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten into this without thinking about what we wanted from each other. Maybe we should have taken our time instead of rushing into this. Maybe we should just separate and try something different,” Payton said. “Go back to dating women.”
“Is that what you want, Payton? Are you sending me away so you can pretend that what we have didn’t exist, and you can say boys will be boys? Because I can’t go back to being with a woman after loving you,” Taylor said.
“No. I’m going to leave,” Payton said. “When I come back from Oregon after seeing my mother and family, then I need some time to think about what I really want in life, and whether I want to be with you. I’ll get me a place so I can think. With you fucking me and inside me night and day, I can’t think.”
Taylor fell onto their bed next to Payton as the silence took over them and everything in the room, and especially Payton. Taylor knew this wasn’t like Payton, Taylor thought he hadn’t meant to say those things to him, but it was out there, and Payton couldn’t take it back. They were throwing too many insults at each othe
r, and how could they forgive one another after this?
Thinking about how to bring an end to the toxic feelings that existed between them, Taylor came up with an answer. If he failed, then that would be the end of their relationship, he was sure of that.
He turned to Payton with sincere eyes, and laid it all out for Payton to take or leave.
“If you’re going to leave me and divorce me, make love to me one more time. And if you can leave me after that, then I’ll know you meant what you said. Prove to me that you did love me once, if not now. I need your assurance that maybe we will have a chance to be together in the future,” Taylor said.
Payton said nothing. He just stared and Taylor couldn’t read his face. This is a stupid desperate idea. I’m grasping for straws in an ocean, to save me.
PAYTON GLANCED DOWN at Taylor. He had crossed a line with Taylor he didn’t think he could pull back from. The minute those words had fallen from his lips, he wanted to take them back. But he’d said it and he didn’t expect Taylor to beg him to come back to him. That wasn’t Taylor’s style, and Payton was too hard-nosed and stubborn to apologize and stop this madness he had forced on the two of them.
But somehow he felt that he or they had rushed into something neither one wanted or was prepared for at the time. Taylor had given him a way out.
Peering at Taylor lying on the bed with his hands cupping his length, Payton didn’t say a word, he stepped down on the floor, and looked at him.
Damn but I will miss this incredible sexy looking man, he thought. He leaned over and pulled off Taylor’s socks, and then his pants, and Taylor’s cock sprang free pointing in his direction. It looked thicker and longer than he remembered now that this would probably be the last time he saw it.
Since it probably would, because both men didn’t like to lose and they were short on apologizing. Then Payton thought that he would make the best of a bad situation.
As soon as Payton dropped his sweats, Taylor readily reached for the hem of his top and pulled it over his wing like abs and shoulders, full of muscles. Payton stood watching Taylor and admiring his body.
