Joy

by Shawn Bailey

  “That’s my jam.”

  Jessie knew the words to “Single Ladies.” Kris bet Jessie could do the dance, too.

  Kris had already programmed a station to play songs from that era. They talked a little along the way as they tried to get to know each other. They arrived at the restaurant. Kris parked. They decided to leave their coats in the car and hurried into the building. A waiter nearly tripped over his own feet once he got a look at Jessie. The actor still had his hair slicked back like he’d worn it in the musical. Kris bet Jessie had no idea how handsome he was. The waiter seat them and dressed the table. He handed them each a menu before he went off to get their water. Another waiter passed and tried to press his number into Jessie’s hand. “No thanks. I’m with him.”

  “Do you always draw this much attention?” Kris asked playfully.

  “I don’t try to.”

  A sommelier appeared. He was gorgeous, blond and slender, and Jessie never gave him a second look. He gave Kris the wine list instead of Jessie.

  “We’ll need two glasses,” Kris said to the waiter.

  “Is he twenty-one?”

  “Yes,” Jessie answered for himself.

  “I. D. please?”

  Jessie pulled out his wallet, extracted his ID and handed it to the man.

  “Jessie James, born September 9th, 1997, which makes you…”

  “Old enough to drink a glass of wine.”

  The sommelier handed the card back to Jessie and Jessie put it back into his wallet.

  Kris looked over the wine list. “Chianti.”

  “A wise choice,” the sommelier said before walking away.

  “Have you ever drunk wine before?”

  Jessie shook his head. “Don’t tell him, smarty pants. I do not look like a kid.”

  Kris refused to reply. He liked the fact that Jessie was youthful looking.

  The sommelier returned and poured for them. He waited while Jessie tasted his. Jessie was a very good actor. He sipped like a veteran drinker, but he didn’t swallow until after the sommelier left. The expression on his face was priceless.

  Kris reached for Jessie’s glass and finished the wine for him. The waiter came with their food. “Can you add a soda to our order?”

  “Yes, sir.” He brought the soda back. Kris pointed to Jessie. The waiter placed the glass down in front of Jessie and left.

  “Thanks. I guess that means I’m the designated driver.”

  “Can you drive?”

  “Yes.”

  Kris didn’t know whether to believe him or not. There were plenty of drivers in New York who didn’t have cars, because parking was almost non-existent. He lived right around the corner if he got too loaded.

  “What’s it like in the military? The only reference I have is Gomer Pyle on the oldies channel.”

  “Similar, but more cursing and smoking.”

  “Do you smoke?” Jessie asked.

  “No, I like my lungs. How about you?”

  “No, nasty habit.”

  “Vape?”

  Jessie shook his head. “My lungs and my looks are my career.”

  “Oh yeah, Broadway performer. I like your voice. My parents are coming to watch the performance next week.”

  “Your mother is a queen. And she bakes the best pies.”

  “Why didn’t you come to dinner?”

  “Because I didn’t want to overeat. Plus, it’s your homecoming.”

  “David and Lucas think of you as their younger brother.”

  “Gay, dark-haired, light-colored eyes. Does that remind you of anyone?”

  “Who says I’m gay?” Kris sampled the food.

  “If you’re not then both of us are going to be very disappointed later.”

  “Later?”

  “Yes, isn’t this how this works? You smile at me; I smile at you. You buy me dinner, and I let you kiss me. I kiss you and I end up on my knees.”

  Kris chuckled. “You have quite the imagination.” Dinner was delicious. Maybe it had something to do with the dinner company, or the Christmas carols filtering out through hidden speakers. One of the waiters tried to get Jessie’s attention. He ignored him.

  “Do you live in Brooklyn?”

  “Yes,” Kris answered.

  “Alone?”

  “I’ve been back in town about three weeks. You’re going to be my first visitor.”

  “You’re taking me to your place?”

  Kris nodded. “Yes. Friends do hang out after dinner.”

  They finished eating. Neither of the wanted dessert. Kris paid the bill and got Jessie out of the restaurant before he had to kick some waiter’s ass.

  “Oh, it’s so cold,” Jessie groaned.

  It had started to snow again. They got back into the SUV and five minutes later they were home.

  “Wow. You didn’t tell me that you lived in walking distance of the restaurant,” Jessie said sarcastically.

  They grabbed their coats and Kris grabbed Jessie’s garment bag while Jessie carried his toiletry bag. He already knew that by the morning they were going to be much more than friends.

  ****

  Rich people always had beautiful houses and apartments. Kristopher Kringle was no exception, except they had to remove their shoes in the foyer and walk around in their socks.

  “I’ve lived in Japan on an off for a long time and some habits are hard to break.”

  Jessie understood perfectly. The condo was decorated and had that open floor plan; everyone was going crazy about. If you were cooking in the kitchen, you could still see and speak with your guests who were either seated at the island, at the dinette table or in the living room. Throughout the bottom floor there’re were Japanese momentous on the walls and shelves. Kris had one of those “love me” rooms with plaques and awards commemorating his illustrious military career. There were two bedrooms upstairs, each with its own bathroom. Kris lit the fireplace downstairs and the two of them got comfortable in his man cave and watched a movie. Jessie decided to make the first move. He leaned over and initiated a kiss.

  “You do understand that this takes our relationship from boss’s son and fellow employee to partners, and you can’t be claiming sexual harassment.”

  “Why would I so something like that?” He kissed Kris again. His lips were soft, and not demanding.

  “David doesn’t think it’s a good idea for a manger to date an employee.”

  Jessie got up and sat on Kris’s lap. “What do you think?”

  “I’ve never wanted anyone more badly than I want you at this moment.”

  “Good answer. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

  “Thanks for telling me that. I’ll try to be gentle.”

  “What if I don’t want you to be?” The next thing he knew, Kris grabbed his hand and damn near dragged him upstairs.

  Chapter Four

  The man had muscles on top of muscles. Kris had gotten out of his dressed-shirt, tie and undershirt and had just flexed to show off to Jessie. That’s all it took. Jessie’s cock went from dead to full salute and was painfully pushing against his briefs and pants.

  “Let me see that pretty chest,” Kris said.

  Jessie was well-aware that he had a body that some men desired. He removed his shirt and undershirt, revealing his bare top to Kris again. The older man trembled with desire as he ran his gaze over Jessie’s top.

  “Now the bottom.”

  Jessie unbuckled and shimmed out of his pants. There was a wet dot on the front of his briefs where his cock had leaked pre-cum.

  “Lower them,” Kris said, still watching him.

  It’s was now or never. Jessie lowered his briefs, revealing the rest of his body.

  “You are so beautiful,” Kris said.

  Guys were always checking him out, but he had never felt so vulnerable as he did at that moment.

  Kris unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He stepped out of them.

  Jessie saw the outline of Kris’s cock against the f
abric. He gulped. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew. He had a feeling that someone that powerfully built could have him singing soprano.

  Kris joined Jessie on the bed. He leaned over and kissed him. He still had on his briefs. Jessie was naked except for his socks. Kris kneed Jessie’s legs apart, exposing him. Kris went down on Jessie.

  “Oh!” He knew this was bound to happen but it was still embarrassing. Jessie nearly came just from the feel on Kris’s lips on his cock.

  Kris wet a finger and tried to slip it inside of him. “You’re so tiny. I’m going to need a lot of lube.”

  How embarrassing. Or so he thought. “Ah!” He came in Kris’s mouth.

  Kris came up smacking. “Elves are so delicious.” He walked out of the room.

  Jessie was flat on his back and panting hard. He laid that way a few minutes trying to recuperate. Then he reared up on his elbow. Kris was exiting the bathroom carrying lube and condoms. And he still had a sizeable erection or it appeared to be through his briefs. Kris slid them down and took them off. Jessie’s eyes widened with fright and curiosity. How could something that big get in him?

  Kris chuckled as if reading his thoughts. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

  “I’m not your first, am I?” Jessie asked.

  “I hate to break it to you this way, but no. I have memories older than you.”

  “Very funny.”

  Kris opened the foil package and slipped the rubber onto his thick and long cock. “Roll over and get on your knees?”

  “What, no foreplay?” Jessie asked.

  “That’s for chicks,” Kris replied.

  “You’re about to do to me what a straight guy would do to a straight chick, so I fail to see….”

  Kris leaned over and kissed him to silence him. “That should be enough.”

  “If I were a puppy.”

  Kris chuckled. “Come on and get on your knees so Santa can crawl up your chimney.”

  Jessie frowned at him but assumed the position. “Bad joke. I think Santa comes down the chimney.”

  “I’ll come down your throat if that’s your thing.”

  “Naughty Santa.” Jessie gave up. He was curious and he had a feeling Kris was about to answer the question.

  Kris ran his palm across Jessie’s buttocks. “Don’t let anyone tell you these are too big. Man, your body is the bomb with the tiny waist, shapely hips and thighs, and a little….”

  “Oh!” Jessie cried out as a lubed-up finger finally entered him.

  “Just relax. I have to make sure that you are properly prepared.”

  “My dick is starting to harden.”

  “Good, but don’t come because I want to make sure you go off while I’m pumping you.”

  “Is that Marine Corps talk for fucking me?”

  “Nope. It’s top terminology.”

  “Ooh!” Jessie said wiggling around. Kris was now two fingers deep and his body was responding.

  “You’re softening up pretty good.”

  “Thanks.”

  Kris slid his fingers out and lubed up the condom. “I’m about to move into position.”

  Jessie was still on his knees. The bed sagged as Kris got behind him. He pried Jessie’s legs further apart and moved in closer. The head of the man’s cock pushed against his asshole.

  “First you’ll feel the burn, and then the pleasure.” Kris thrust deeply.

  Penetration was the most painful thing he’d ever felt in his life. Jessie cried out in a pillow to muffle the sound.

  “It’s in,” Kris said. “Are you okay?”

  “No,” Jessie groaned.

  “Sorry. I know it was your first time, but it was the only way.”

  “I know,” Jessie said, trying not to cry.

  “You sound so pitiful. Let me make you feel better.”

  “How are you going to do that?”

  Kris literally fucked him into the mattress, but he was right after a while the pain had subsided and his dick stayed hard. Kris also taught him want to do. “Just rock back and forth.”

  Jessie did as he was told. It felt unbelievably good, and quite naughty.

  “That’s it. You are so warm and tight.”

  “Oh, oh.”

  “What?”

  “I think I’m about to come again,” Jessie answered. His hips took on a life of their own. He rocked his body faster, taking Kris’s cock deeper and deeper until he couldn’t take any more. “Ah!” He shot cum, for a second time. He stopped stirring while he waited for his heart to stop beating fast and for his knees to stop shaking.

  Kris slid out of him. “Are you enjoying it now?”

  “Umhmm,” Jessie answered.

  “Lie down on your back.”

  Jessie was glad to oblige. He thought he was about to get a break until Kris jacked up his hips, parted him and entered him again.

  “New position and a new set of instructions. Just roll your hips and do what feels good to you.”

  Jessie wasn’t a complete dummy when it came to understanding what was required of him as a bottom. The new position came with a new set of sexual sensations too. From where he laid, he got a good look at Kris’s muscular body. Jessie shuddered. The sight turned him on.

  Kris moved his cock out slowly, then inched back inside of Jessie. They were both panting and sweating as they tried to get Kris to climax.

  “I can feel it,” Kris announced as the slow hump changed into fast and deep thrusting.

  “Oh yeah!” Kris shouted as they made the bed beneath them shake. “Ooh!”

  Jessie felt something warm inside of him. Kris had come. It wasn’t a bad feeling.

  Kris stayed in place a few seconds, then he eased out.

  Jessie put his legs down and watched while Kris removed the soiled condom and tossed it into the waste can. Even in the deflated state his dick was pretty impressive. Kris laid next to him. “Are we lovers?”

  “Yes,” Kris replied. “Don’t cheat on me.”

  “Why would I do something like that? You’re the total package.”

  “The total package?”

  Jessie nodded. “Fantastic body, from a good family, handsome, worldly, and sexually experienced.”

  “You make me sound perfect, which I’m not. I have a lot of faults.”

  “Like what?” Jessie asked.

  “I’m bossy, territorial and I expect my lovers to be faithful.”

  Apparently, someone had cheated on Kris. “I expect the same thing from you. I’ll share food, but not my man.”

  “Deal.”

  Jessie snuggled up next to Kris. “Do you think it is going to be okay? I mean, at work.”

  “I guess. Just as long as we’re not making out in front of the other employees. As for my family, I think they wanted us to meet.”

  “Oh, you mean putting us together because we’re gay?”

  “Yeah,” Kris answered.

  “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’ve known then for several years and not once did they mention that there was another son. Did you do something bad and they sent you away?”

  Kris chuckled. “No. I came out of the closet at seventeen and joined the military when I turned eighteen. There is no boyhood scandal that’s going to rock your world or no ex-lovers to come back and haunt you.”

  Jessie wished he could believe him. Maybe his luck was changing. He fought sleep for a couple of minutes, then he let it take him off to dreamland.

  ****

  Kris loved waking up next to Jessie the next morning. It was Sunday and normally the entire family would go to church together. Not today. He wanted to spend some time getting to know Jessie better. Kris showered, put on some comfortable clothing and went downstairs to fix breakfast. He heard the water running in the bathroom about thirty minutes later. Jessie joined him, smiling, freshly washed with damp silky hair. He wore a pair of jogging pants and a black T-shirt.

  “You cook?”

  Kris nodded. “I had to
learn to do a lot of things on my own when I left home.”

  “Me too.”

  “I know you lost your parents and you went into foster care for a while. Was it bad?”

  “Not really. My foster parents took real good care of me and your mother was nice to me when we worked together.”

  “Does she know you’re gay?”

  Jessie nodded. “From the start. I guessed you paved the way so she knew what to expect.”

  Kris finished cooking, filled the plates with eggs, bacon and toast. “Do you drink coffee?”

  “Yes, who doesn’t? Students at the university keep the local coffee shop in business.” Jessie got up, found and rinsed two coffee mugs, then poured for them. There was condiments and powdered creamer on the table. Kris dished up the food, then they sat down. Jessie said grace before starting in on his eggs.

  “Move in with me.”

  Jessie nearly choked on his food. “What? Why?”

  “I want you to move in with me because I like waking up next to you in the morning.”

  “But I have my own place and we just met. And I can fart in my apartment and scratch inappropriate places when I’m alone.”

  Kris chuckled sarcastically. “Dude, I’m a dude too. You can still do man stuff here. You can have your own room and you won’t have to pay rent.”

  Jessie stopped chewing. “No rent? I couldn’t just live off of you like some kept woman.”

  Their first argument. “The condo is already paid for. The utilities automatically come out of my retirement check, and you wouldn’t be treated like a woman, unless that’s your thing.”

  Jessie frowned at him. “No, I should still pay my way. Let me buy the food at least and we can share the cooking.”

  Kris smiled. It was as simple as that. There were going to be cohabitating lovers.

  Jessie went back to eating. “Can we get a tree?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m catholic and I go to mass when I can,” Jessie said.

  “Me too.”

  “I have been known to break out in song and dance in supermarkets while enjoying the canned in music.”

  Kris was loving every minute of this conversation. Jessie was just as kooky as him. That’s why he knew they would be perfect together. “I can handle that. I like to watch sports, all sports, to include wrestling and boxing.”