Friday Night Jamie

by Bren Christopher

  An equipment room, a small locker room, and the two offices completed the layout. We ended the tour in the second office, adjacent to the manager’s area. It appeared to belong to a bookkeeper or assistant manager. I started to look around, but Matt shut the door to the office and slipped his arms around me.

  “I’ve been coming here since I was a kid, and Tom has been the manager for as long as I can remember. We have senior instructors, sensei, who teach the senior students, but Tom is the owner and runs the place. I worked my way up through the ranks and went to a lot of tournaments. I got my instructor certification not too long ago, and I’ve been teaching a few classes here and there, trying to decide if I like teaching. I really do, so far, especially the kids. It feels like I’m helping them get started on a path that will serve them well for the rest of their lives.”

  I realized why he was taking such care to show me around and let me know importance of this place in his life. “So this is one of the options you’re considering? You want to work here full-time?”

  “Work,” he said hesitantly, “or maybe…”

  I pulled back to look at him. “What?”

  “Tom is spending more and more time with his grandkids. He’s got two now and another one on the way. He’s just started talking about retiring, and I think he might be open to selling the place. I know it’s a big commitment and a big risk, but I’ve got some money saved and a small inheritance from my aunt, maybe enough to qualify for a down payment. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. What do you think?”

  “Oh.” A big risk indeed. Small businesses went under every day. The success rate was not encouraging. On the other hand, the dojo had been around at least since Matt was a kid, and a big crowd filled the sidewalk outside, and what seemed like a hundred kids ran around inside.

  Matt waited patiently, his arms still around me, while I thought it through. “Do you think Tom would let me take a look at the books? The first thing to do before you make any kind of decision is to make sure the business is financially sound. I can check that out if you want.”

  He squeezed me hard, practically lifting me off my feet and grinning. “That would be great! I’ll ask him about it on Monday. Thanks, babe.”

  He pushed me against the wall and gave me a long, earnest kiss. When I could, I murmured into his mouth, “I see. You’re only interested in me for my mad accounting skills.”

  “Those aren’t the only mad skills you have.” He pressed against me.

  I laughed and pushed him off. “Don’t you have to get out to the practice room?”

  “We’ll continue this later.” He ran to change into his gi. When he returned, I realized that the pictures of him I had seen in his apartment did not do him justice. With his uniform on and his hair pulled back in a rubber band, he looked different somehow, quite intimidating.

  In the main room, Tom Shannon and a man who appeared to represent the boys’ club spoke to the crowd. After thanking everyone for the great turnout, Tom introduced Matt and another instructor, and they moved into the room to begin a series of kata.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he performed the exercises. He was beautiful to look at, very practiced, graceful yet powerful. At times it looked like a dance, and at times it looked like a fight. During a pause, I blinked and noticed that Susie had come up next to me.

  She smiled when she saw that I had noticed her. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

  I nodded.

  “Look,” she said, pointing with her chin. I followed her gaze and spotted Matt’s sister and her husband, Robert, and their son. I remembered Matt said she had one on the way, but she only had a gentle swell, not too far along.

  “Oh, that’s Matt’s sister, right? I recognize her from her picture. He said he wanted me to meet her. I should go say hello.”

  “I’ll come with you.” Susie introduced me to the little family. Gina seemed very glad to meet me, holding my hand and smiling into my eyes. I wondered what Matt had told her about me. Little Bobby was very excited about seeing his Uncle Matt on the floor. Not as excited as I was getting, though. I had to look away for a minute and take a deep breath when I noticed the sweat trickling down his chest. How the hell could I possibly last all day with him moving like that?

  Matt finished and came over to say hello. We walked with them for a while, checking out the vendor’s tables, looking in at the children’s demonstrations. We had a light lunch, and then Matt went back to do another demo. This seemed more of a fight demonstration as he sparred with another senior instructor. Not nearly as choreographed as before, they were faster and much more aggressive.

  When he came off the floor, he was breathing hard, smiling and flushed. Little tendrils of his dark hair had escaped the rubber band and were plastered to his face. I told him casually I wanted to go find a quiet place to sit down for a minute. I led him into the small unused office.

  As soon as the door closed, I put my hands on that slick chest and shoved him back against the wall. Perhaps not the smartest move to make on a black belt with his adrenaline still going, but I knew he had a lot of control. He gasped in surprise but didn’t move.

  I pulled the rubber band out of his hair and twisted the sweaty strands around my fingers, then moved my hands down to grab and squeeze his butt. “How much longer?” I demanded. “You’re driving me crazy. If I have to watch you doing that again, I’m going to explode.”

  He looked utterly surprised. I ran my hands up that chest, reached in to pinch and squeeze at his nipples. He groaned, and I pushed against him. He was semierect. “Oh…babe…I have to go back for one more round in a few minutes.”

  I kissed his neck and bit his earlobe, then moved my hands down to that ass again, squeezing hard. I whispered in his ear, “You are so beautiful out there, so graceful and strong. It makes me want you so much I want to take you hard. I’m going to fuck you as soon as we get home, fuck you right through the bed and into the floor.”

  His breath came fast as he murmured, “Jamie, Jamie, please…” I couldn’t tell if he was begging me to continue or to stop, but I relented with a final fierce, aggressive kiss.

  I let him go and gave him a minute to recover. Then we left the office and headed back to the practice room. He still looked rather dazed. I hoped he wouldn’t make any mistakes because I had distracted him. But he took a deep breath and then stepped out on the floor smiling, and I almost let out a moan, he was so hot.

  I sighed in relief when he finally completed the last demo. Gina and her family joined us as we left the main room. She gave him a hug and told him he was fantastic. Matt picked up Bobby and twirled him around, both of them laughing.

  Matt put Bobby down and said to me, “Gina and the family are going for pizza. Want to go?”

  I couldn’t disguise my dismay, and they all burst out laughing. My face went warm.

  Gina said, “We’re just teasing. Don’t worry. I saw how you were looking at him when he was out there. I know you’ve got other things on your mind besides pizza.”

  “Oh…um…another time?” I stammered.

  “Definitely.” She gave me a hug, and I shook Robert’s hand.

  Matt and I headed for the locker room. He started to change, but I grabbed his clothes and stuffed them in his bag. “No time for that. Let’s go.”

  “Who are you?” he asked, sounding bewildered.

  I leaned over to whisper fiercely into his ear. “I’m the guy who’s going to do you like you’ve never been done, so get that tight ass moving.”

  “Okay,” he said faintly.

  Finally, finally, we walked into his apartment. I closed the door gently behind us and dropped his bag on the floor. Matt looked at me like he didn’t know what to expect from me any longer. That made me chuckle, which seemed to confuse him even more.

  “Um, I’ll just… I need to go get a shower…” he said.

  “Hmm.” I looked him over. “No, I don’t think so.”

  “What? I’m all sw
eaty.”

  “Yes, you are. Take off that top. I want to see your chest.”

  Silently, he complied, eyes wide. I put both hands on his shoulders, ran them down to his nipples, pulling and twisting until his back arched and he whimpered. I continued to run my hands down his chest, stroking his abs.

  I stood close and licked his neck, tasting his sweat, and then bit my way gently up to his earlobe. “I always thought you were beautiful…but today, watching you move like that…I just want to eat you up, make you mine.” I bit his shoulder hard, and he jumped.

  “Jamie…” he moaned and reached for me. I knocked his hands aside.

  “No. I want you in the bedroom, now.”

  I pulled him into the bedroom and turned him to face the dresser mirror, wishing he had a full-length one. Note to self: birthday present?

  Well, the dresser mirror would have to do for now. I stood behind him and ran my hands up his chest, twisted my fingers in his loose, damp hair. “Look at yourself,” I said, stroking his chest. My hands moved down slowly to cup his erection and squeeze gently. He felt hard as a rock already. I moved back slightly to run my hands down his shoulder blade and then stroked down his back. I licked the red mark on his shoulder where I had just bitten him, slowly lapping with my tongue. A little tremor went through him as he watched in the mirror.

  I squeezed his butt hard, and he gasped. “Take those pants off,” I whispered. “Keep looking in the mirror.”

  He untied the bottoms slowly and slid them down his strong legs as I watched closely. Still fully clothed, I pressed tightly against his now completely nude form as we stood in front of the mirror.

  I ran my hands and mouth all over his hot body, touching and licking everywhere, except the one place he really wanted me to touch. He tasted musky and salty, and I wanted to lick all of it off of him, from every crevice of that gorgeous body.

  “Jamie, please…” I felt another tremble, and I smiled into his back. Just knowing I could make him shake like that felt amazing. But I was shaking a bit myself and extremely uncomfortable in the front of my jeans. I moved to stand next to him and made sure he was looking at me in the mirror before I slowly unbuttoned my fly and pulled my cock out. I ran one hand up and down the shaft, thumbing the head, and heard a little whimper next to me.

  I moved back behind him and said, “Lean forward. Put your hands on the dresser.” I used my feet to pull his legs farther back from the dresser and knock them wide apart.

  I ran my hands down his back, cupped his balls from behind, and used one finger to stroke his crease lightly. He pushed back, trying to get more. “You like that, Matthew?”

  “Please, baby, quit teasing. Touch me. Do something!” he begged.

  I retrieved the lube and a condom from the bedside drawer and got myself ready. With one finger, I stroked his crease again and then slowly pushed it into that hot, muscular opening.

  “More,” he whispered.

  I joined a second finger to the first and then added the third. It felt like torture to take my time. I wanted to slam home inside of him. But he felt tight, and I wanted to be sure he was ready.

  I scissored my fingers inside of him, and he gasped. “Breathe,” I murmured. “Just remember to breathe and relax.”

  “Relax,” he hissed. “I don’t want to relax. I want you in me.”

  I pushed my fingers in harder, changed the angle, and found the little gland, the sensitive spot that gave me so much pleasure. I hoped it would do the same for him. I stroked it lightly, and he bucked and cried out. I did it repeatedly, wanting to make sure he was open for me. He moaned, pushing back with every stroke. I withdrew my hand. He whimpered, evidently feeling the sudden emptiness.

  After kicking off my shoes, I quickly stripped out of the rest of my clothes. Then I gripped his butt cheeks, spread him wide, and slid in deep. I struggled not to come immediately, his channel felt so tight and hot. It was like fucking warm, slick silk, and I thought I had died and was on my way to heaven. I had to stop and take a deep breath. “You okay, baby?” I asked him.

  “Yes,” he gasped. “Oh yes.”

  I still didn’t move, waiting for him to show me he wanted it.

  After a moment, he started pushing back against me. “Move, come on, move.”

  I gripped his hips and started a steady, rhythmic motion, pushing in deep, withdrawing slowly, again and again. It felt incredible, and it looked incredible as I watched my cock sliding in and out of his hole. I knew I wouldn’t last long, not with the hard-on I’d carried around all day.

  I started moving faster, and he cried out when I found the right angle to hit his prostate over and over. I felt my balls tightening, and I reached for him, my lubed hand gripping his shaft. A few hard strokes, and he came, shooting over my hand and to the floor, his channel spasming and clutching me hard, pushing me into an incredible orgasm. My back arched, and I shouted his name. Then I collapsed across his back, trying to catch my breath.

  I didn’t stay there long; his arms and legs were trembling. I put my arms around his chest and pulled him up as my softening cock slid out. But I couldn’t hold him. My own legs felt shaky. We slid to our knees together, and he rested with his back against my chest.

  After a moment, he said, “Damn, Jamie, damn. If that’s what seeing a few exercises does to you, you’re going to have to come see me work out every day.”

  I snorted. “If I do that, we’d better put a cot in that office.”

  I took care of the condom and then helped him to the bed. We collapsed together. My eyes started to drift shut, but I reached out to stroke his hair. “You okay? I know you don’t bottom very often.”

  “I’m great. Burns just a little but totally worth it.”

  He wrapped his arms around me, then moved one hand up to stroke my cheekbone. He kissed me gently and then buried his face in my hair. “Jamie,” he whispered, “Jamie…I…”

  I caught his mouth in a fast kiss, then said, “It’s been a long day. I just need to close my eyes for a minute.”

  After a moment he sat up. “I’m going to take a quick shower, and then we can make something for dinner. I went to the store.”

  He left but came back right away, and I felt a warm, wet towel on my hands and body. Then he leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I smiled. “You’re the best.”

  “Well, yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks. Glad you finally got it.”

  I groaned and buried my face in the pillow.

  Later that night, I woke with the feel of an arm around me and a warm body next to mine. My bladder nagged at me, but I lay still for a while, just enjoying the comfort. The man was like a giant hot water bottle, really. Maybe he had a high metabolism from all that exercise. Eventually I had to get up and head to the bathroom.

  I felt a little hungry. Matt had tried to wake me for a sandwich, but I felt too tired. I hadn’t gotten much sleep the whole week before, and I had begun to realize it was not just the trouble at work—it was because I had missed that warmth in my bed. Sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of milk, I wondered how that had happened so quickly. Already, I could hardly imagine my weekends without him, and I knew that soon weekends wouldn’t be enough, not for either of us.

  Matt padded into the kitchen, naked, blinking sleep from his eyes. “Everything okay?”

  He was a beautiful sight and already getting hard. Whenever he was near, it seemed like all other thoughts just flew out of my head.

  “Yes, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Just got a little hungry.”

  “It’s okay. Want me to make you something?”

  “No.” I finished and put my glass in the sink. I moved toward him and slid my hands down his back to squeeze his butt. “What I want is to go back to bed so I can pound your ass some more. Think you can take it?”

  He smiled. “Oh baby, you say the sweetest things.”

  Chapter Ten

  For all the activity, we had actually gone to bed p
retty early. True, we hadn’t spent much of the time sleeping. But I woke up at a decent hour, and Matt had already made coffee. We had a few bagels left over from the day before.

  Sitting at the table, I asked, “What do you want to do today?”

  He looked a little surprised. “I want to spend it with you, doing anything you want. I guess I just assumed we were going back to your place so you could do whatever you need to do. I’m perfectly happy to sit on your couch and read the newspaper.”

  I realized I couldn’t be the only one whose schedule was being disrupted. Considering the exercise equipment in the corner of the living room, not to mention that fine body of his, he probably worked out every morning.

  “What do you usually do on a Sunday?”

  “Well…” He looked out the window. “Sometimes I go running in the park. It’s a beautiful day for it. But I don’t have to go today.”

  “I like to go walking in the park. We could do that. Well, you run. I’ll walk. You can circle around and say hello once in a while.”

  We did just that, and it was a beautiful fall morning, the maples and oaks beginning to run to golds and reds, the air just cool enough for a sweatshirt, but not yet cold. Full of energy in the crisp air, Matt kept sneaking up behind me to steal a kiss and then run on his way. I loved this playful side of him. I suspected he rarely showed it to anyone.

  Back at my place, Matt was out of the shower and getting dressed in his usual around the house uniform—sweatpants and a T-shirt—when the doorbell rang. I poked my head out of the shower curtain and called to him, “Can you get that, babe?”

  I had pulled on a pair of sweatpants, my own this time, and was running a towel over my hair when I realized that I recognized those voices in the living room.

  Dropping the towel, I stood behind the door, not above eavesdropping while I tried to get over the shock of hearing the FBI in my living room on a Sunday.

  “Nice to see you guys again too. It’s been a long time.” Matt’s voice.