by GA Hauser
After a jerky set down of the plane, the men waited as they taxied to the gate and were finally set free from the confines of the tight seats. After slinging his jacket over his shoulder, Taylor inched down the length of the plane to the stewardess who repeated, “bye-bye” like a skipping record. Once he and Owen were able to walk together in the terminal, Taylor asked, “How far from the airport is your place?”
“About an hour.”
Nodding, Taylor tried to imagine what type of house Owen owned. They hadn’t discussed anything pertaining to Owen’s life back in LA other than his job.
Finally through baggage claim and in the parking garage, Taylor stopped and took notice as Owen chirped the alarm of a gold Lexus. “Nice.”
“Thanks.” Owen climbed into the driver’s seat after stowing both their bags in the trunk.
Once Taylor was buckled in, he asked, “You do all right for yourself, don’t you?”
“I can’t complain.” Owen pulled out of the parking garage and found his ticket to pay the attendant. Once they were on the highway, Owen seemed to relax.
“Do you need a car to get to the job site, Taylor?”
“Shit.” Taylor rubbed his face, having forgotten it in the rush to get out of the airport.
“Where’s the site located?” Owen asked.
“It’s right off Ventura Boulevard.”
Owen looked at Taylor strangely.
“What?” Taylor couldn’t read his expression.
“Is it the site on the corner of Coldwater Canyon?”
“Yes. How the hell did you know?”
“You don’t need a car, Taylor.”
“I don’t?”
“No. It’s across the street from my office. I’ll just drive you.”
“Are you joking? Your place is right there? You know, I thought about that while I was on the job last week. I swear I was hoping you and I would bump into each other.”
Hitting the highway, Owen accelerated quickly. “And I wondered if you were there in that dust pit. It’s a strange world, Taylor. A very strange world.”
~
Using his garage door opener, Owen paused on his driveway as the door elevated. Once he was parked inside, he climbed out and looked back at Taylor. What did Taylor think? Was he impressed? Or did he have a place back in Denver to rival anything Owen had to offer. After all, Daddy owned a construction company.
Retrieving their luggage from the trunk, Owen hit a button, closing the garage again, entering the house through a door connecting the two. Setting his keys down on the kitchen counter, Owen said, “Come this way. I’ll show you where to put your things.”
“In your bedroom, I hope,” Taylor replied.
Shaking his head, smiling but not answering, Owen led the way to his bedroom. Flipping on lights as he went, he pointed to a walk-in closet. “Use whatever space you need. There should be some hangers in there.”
As Taylor opened his bag up and hung some clothing in the closet, Owen stared at him, losing himself on Taylor’s body, the way he moved, and the profile of his handsome face. Instantly, Owen’s fantasy life kicked in. Though he was about to open his suitcase and empty the contents into the hamper, to set his shaving kit in the bathroom, like he did every Sunday night after his flight, Owen had a different agenda tonight.
~
Hanging his business suit in the closet, Taylor was about to turn around and finish emptying his suitcase when he was embraced tightly from behind. “Hello,” Taylor said, laughing.
“Hey…uh…wanna get naked and in bed?”
“I see you already decided.”
“Yup.”
Taylor was allowed to pivot around so he was facing Owen. “You want to shower first?”
“Ooh, yes! I like that idea.” Owen released his grip from around Taylor’s waist and began taking off his clothing.
Taylor watched Owen stripping off his shirt, then his jeans and briefs. Pausing as he unbuttoned his shirt, Taylor admired Owen’s tall, muscular body. Just as Owen was about to disappear into the bathroom, Taylor shouted, “Wait a minute. Get back in here.”
Owen poked his head out of the bathroom. “What? I was going to start the shower.”
“Get in here. Now.” Taylor pointed to the floor in front of him.
Tilting his head curiously, Owen returned to the bedroom. “What’s going on?”
“You just stand there until I’m done undressing.”
Owen looked down at his own naked body, then up at Taylor. “You mean, you just want to look at me?”
Tossing his shirt on a chair near the bed, Taylor grinned slyly. Next he popped open the button on his jeans, sliding down the zipper, his gaze riveted to Owen’s fantastic physique.
Stepping out of his pants and Calvin Klein’s, Taylor, now naked as well, nodded for Owen to proceed to the bathroom.
Hesitating, his arms crossed over his chest, Owen shook his head. “My turn to admire you. Wow.”
Taylor opened his arms wide and asked, “You like? Is it what you expected?”
“Well, I did see you from the waist down, but the entire package is worth so much more.”
Closing the gap between them, Taylor cupped Owen’s rough jaw and kissed him. At the touch of their lips, Owen wrapped his arms around Taylor’s back and ate at his mouth, sucking at his tongue and lips. Through their kisses, Owen managed to ask, “We’re not going to make it as far as the shower, are we?”
“No. We’re not.” Taylor tightened his hold on Owen, rubbing their cocks together. Moving both his hands down Owen’s back, Taylor cupped Owen’s bottom and began jamming his hips into Owen’s, hungry for some friction and penetration.
~
Owen felt his skin prickle with fire. All he wanted to do was touch Taylor everywhere at once. That was all. Beginning at the top of Taylor’s thick head of brown hair and working downward, Owen had the urge to stroke him from tip to toe, then lick him in the same way. He wanted it all. Every inch.
But, he only had two hands and one mouth. Owen did his best to accomplish his need to contact every part of Taylor’s body, using his own to rub, thrust, fondle, tickle, and suck where he could. Leaving Taylor’s mouth behind, Owen began tasting his way down Taylor’s neck. Meanwhile, Taylor had a good grip on Owen’s ass cheeks and kept pressing his pelvis harder and harder against Owen’s crotch. Finally, Owen let his head fall back, closed his eyes, and savored the hip to hip contact, since it was where all the sensation was emanating from. Opening his mouth to moan in delirium, Owen gripped Taylor’s biceps and allowed Taylor to ride him, wanting that cock of Taylor’s to be inside, not just rubbing on his outside.
In the middle of his “Aaaaaaaah” sound of euphoria, Owen blinked open his eyes as he was picked up, tossed over a broad shoulder, and carried to his king-sized bed.
Landing on his back on the mattress, Owen stared at Taylor in expectation, both their chests rising and falling rapidly with their excitement.
After a moment when Taylor once again seemed to be admiring his prey, Owen’s thighs were pushed wide and Taylor burrowed his face in-between Owen’s legs. In reflex, Owen arched his back and clenched his teeth as Taylor sucked on his balls, rolling them in his hot mouth. His legs spread as wide as humanly possible, Owen wondered just how flexible Taylor thought he was. He couldn’t actually perform a split, though at the moment he was close enough. Taylor seemed to disappear from view just as Owen felt teeth teasing his scrotum and a tongue lapping at his ass. Shivers rippled all over Owen’s skin. He could not get over the sensations Taylor was creating in his body. And the irony was, Owen’s cock hadn’t even been touched yet. It seemed his balls and ass were the appetizer to the main course. Unable to keep his groans to himself, Owen began vocalizing his pleasure, something he never did with Jenna. His oohs and ahhs were rebounding off the painted walls of his bedroom, as Taylor seemed to be lost to the conscious world and in some dream where Owen’s body was laid out like a seven course meal.
Allowing Ta
ylor to lead, to do his thing, Owen felt like his puppet, his play toy, and wanted to be this man’s love slave for eternity. It didn’t seem to matter that all Owen did was lay there and receive. Owen didn’t know if he could move anyway. The stimulation was beyond anything he had ever experienced. It was so aggressive, so masculine.
Taylor surfaced from the deep and commenced with the next item on his menu, the crease in the skin where Owen’s thighs met his cock. Long, wet, lapping licks of Taylor’s tongue made the goose pimples rise on Owen’s arms. Owen’s cock was so hard, he imagined it would shatter if a hammer hit it. Had it ever been that hard before? He couldn’t recall. He didn’t want to recall. All he wanted was for Taylor to keep licking him. How on earth could he compete with this man? How would he please Taylor the way Taylor was pleasing him? He had no idea but couldn’t wait to try.
Taylor’s tongue found its way to the base of Owen’s cock. At the caressing, Owen thought he would come. It felt as if he was ready to. All the signs were there. Taylor’s large hands were pushing Owen’s thighs apart, even wider. Owen finally bent his knees to prevent the sensation of stretching. Maybe he needed more warming up in the gym before his workout. He had no idea he’d have to be a contortionist. Forget the stretching, more tongue!
As Taylor ran the tip of his tongue along the length of Owen’s cock, Taylor finally wrapped his fingers around it as well. The heat of that palm, the sensation of being surrounded by skin made Owen flinch with a spasm of pleasure. Instantly, Owen began pumping into that grip. He had to. He couldn’t stop himself. Pressing his heels into the bed, Owen thrust his hips up off the mattress in an effort to get that friction. He was so primed he needed to come, and come now.
And the perfect purveyor of oral sex, at the right moment, Taylor opened his mouth and allowed Owen’s cock to enter it. That wet, velvety heat put Owen over the edge. With something akin to a convulsion, Owen climaxed and the intensity rocked him to the core. Gasping for breath, his fists were clenched, gripping the bedspread under him. Owen tried to recover. Breathing deeply, feeling that calm, soothing tongue leisurely stroking his cock as he recuperated, Owen couldn’t speak at the moment. He was stunned. Completely overwhelmed with the intensity of pleasure his body, with the aid of a superstar in bed, had accomplished.
~
Taylor sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared at Owen’s expression. “You all right?”
“Yes,” came the tight word from Owen’s throat.
“You gonna live?” Taylor began laughing.
“Holy Christ…”
Smoothing his hand over Owen’s solid thigh, Taylor gave him more time to recover, and just admired Owen’s body as he lay splayed on the mattress. What a pretty, pretty man…He shook his head in awe as he caressed Owen’s hot skin. Owen seemed to be catching his breath, slowing his panting. When Owen leaned up on his elbows, he gave Taylor an exaggerated look of amazement.
It made Taylor laugh again. “You’re looking at me as if you never came before. And I know you have.”
“I swear, Taylor,” Owen gasped, “Never like that.”
“I take that as a compliment.”
“Holy Christ.”
“Now I think it’s my turn to ride you like I promised.” Taylor grinned wickedly.
“You got it, cowboy.” Owen rolled over to his stomach.
Taylor hopped off the bed and dug through his toiletries. Bringing a condom and the lubrication with him to the bed, Taylor prepared himself and then paused to get another good eyeful of Owen’s body.
Turning around, looking over his shoulder, Owen asked, “You okay?”
“Just admiring the view.”
Owen made a laughing noise muffled by the pillows, but Taylor knew Owen felt modest about his looks. Once he ogled Owen’s ass long enough, Taylor crawled over the bed to him and hoisted Owen’s hips up, so Owen was on his knees instead of flat on the bed. Kneeling behind him, Taylor set his cock on target, then asked, “Okay?”
“Yes!”
Pushing in, Taylor closed his eyes and savored the tightness. After a moment to enjoy the heat, Taylor began moving in and out slowly, deeply, holding Owen’s hips to guide himself in. “So, nice…oh, baby, so nice,” Taylor crooned.
“Come for me, cowboy,” Owen hissed.
A tingle washed over Taylor at the comment. Unable to restrain his need for fast, deep penetration, Taylor quickened the pace and felt it rising in his body, the eruption, the Holy Grail, the orgasm. Clenching his jaw, Taylor came, pushing against Owen’s body tightly. When he could, Taylor opened his eyes and caught his breath.
“Good one?”
Pulling out slowly, Taylor replied, “Oh, yeah. A good one, Owen. A good one.”
Owen spun around on the bed, watching him take off the spent rubber.
“I think we’re finally ready for that shower now,” Taylor said as he took the used condom to the trash in the bathroom.
~
Owen bounded off the bed, following him. When he found Taylor reaching into the shower to turn on the water, Owen hugged him from behind, kissing Taylor’s neck. “I’m very glad you’re staying here.”
“Me, too, Owen.”
Releasing him so they could step into the tub, Owen watched as Taylor wet down, loving the way his bronze skin looked when it was glistening. Finding the soft soap and a sponge, Owen began washing Taylor, starting at his shoulders and moving downward.
“You’re spoiling me.” Taylor’s deep voice rumbled in his chest.
“Oh, contraire,” Owen laughed at the absurdity. “Turn around. Let me do your back.”
Taylor spun one hundred and eighty degrees, bracing his hands on the tile. “Man, that feels good.”
Owen soaped up Taylor’s broad back, ogling his rippling muscles. “Oh, screw it.” Owen threw the sponge down into the tub, then wrapped his arms around Taylor’s waist and slipped his cock between Taylor’s wet thighs.
“Again?” Taylor burst out laughing.
“And again…and again. You got a problem with that, Tex?”
“I will if you call me Tex again.”
Owen jammed his hips against Taylor’s ass.
Looking over his shoulder, Taylor said, “You know, you can actually stick that in my butt if you want.”
“I know. But I’m not going to need it. I’m almost there.” Owen felt Taylor tighten up his thigh muscles. It was perfect. There, in the hot rushing spray of water, Owen climaxed, crushing Taylor in his grip, and hearing his own grunts echo off the wet ceramic tile. Managing to lose his breath once again, Owen panted and informed Taylor, “That’s the first time I’ve come in the shower without masturbating.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Owen moved back to allow Taylor to turn around and face him. Owen loved the grin on his face.
“Many more.”
“It isn’t my birthday, Taylor.”
“No, but it is like a birth. You’re a full-fledged homosexual, Owen. Welcome to the club.”
When Taylor reached out for a handshake, Owen cracked up laughing, took his hand and then wrapped around Taylor’s neck for a kiss.
~
The alarm set, the house secure and dark, Owen lay in bed with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Beside him was the most incredible person he had ever met, either male or female, and he was here in his bed. Could life get any better?
Chapter Eight
After a quick breakfast of toast and coffee, Owen had his briefcase and his car keys in his hand. Taylor took a last sip from his mug, set the cup in the sink, then nodded he was ready. As Taylor brushed past Owen at the door to the garage, he kissed Owen’s lips and said, “That’s for looking do damn good in a suit.”
“Thanks.” Owen shut the door, hitting the button to open the garage up. Once they were seated, Owen started the car and headed out. “I feel bad that I missed Leah’s call last night,” he said as he backed out of the garage.
“We w
ere in the shower. How were we to know she called?”
“Yeah, but I usually call her when I get home. I completely forgot.”
Taylor rubbed Owen’s leg warmly. “She’ll be all right.”
“I wish you could meet her properly. She’s a sweet kid, despite all she’s been through.”
“Maybe someday.”
“Do you want kids, Taylor?”
“No. No interest at all.”
Owen peeked over at Taylor’s profile as he stared out at the passing landscape. “No? No heir to the Madison fortune?”
“Nah. I’ve got six brothers and sisters, let them take care of an heir.”
“Six? Wow. I’ve got one older sister, that’s it.”
“Your parents still alive?”
“Yes. They live in Palm Springs.”
Taylor nodded.
“You’d like my mom. She’s got my sense of humor.”
“Oh? I can’t imagine that. How could a sweet old woman be sick in the head?”
Seeing Taylor’s smirk, Owen didn’t take the bait. “Where do you want me to drop you off?”
Taylor leaned closer to the windshield. “Which one’s your building?”
“This one.” Owen pointed.
“Just park in your usual spot. Jesus, Owen, I can walk across the damn street.”
“Just figured I’d ask.” Owen entered the underground parking area, pulling into his reserved place. “I can’t believe you’re working right next to me. I swear, Taylor, sometimes I wonder about fate and a higher power.”
“Don’t get religious on me.” Taylor shut the car door.
“Oh, no. That won’t happen.” Owen chirped his key-fob alarm, walking to the exit with Taylor. Once they were standing on the sunny corner, Owen said, “Well, just come to my office when you finish.”
“Around five?”
“That’ll work.” When Taylor leaned over and pecked his cheek, Owen felt his stomach flip. So bold! Two men? Kissing out on the sidewalk? Oh, never mind, it’s LA. Owen waved as Taylor crossed the street with the light, waiting until he couldn’t see him any longer, then he entered his office building.
~
Spending most of the day staring out his window to see if he could spot Taylor doing his thing, Owen managed to get a few hours of work done. Last minute he received a phone call from a panicked client about a tax audit. With a phone headset on, Owen typed quickly on the computer keyboard, asking the client questions while he did.
