by Crowe, Liz
Blake listened hard, but couldn’t hear her voice. Which was probably a good thing. Rob chuckled. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. And yes, he is. Would you like to talk to him?” Blake stepped back, shaking his head, managing to trip over a decorative stool, landing unceremoniously on his ass. Rob smiled encouragingly and handed Blake the phone. He kept shaking his head, but took it.
“Hello?” Her voice, strung out over thousands of miles of technology, still had the power to dry his mouth in an instant. “Blake?” He let Rob help him to his feet. The look on the man’s face calmed him instantly. He took a breath, felt Rob’s lips on his neck, just a soft kiss, before he walked away. Blake watched him go.
“Hi.” He said, surprised at how calm he felt. “Suzanne. It’s good to hear your voice.”
After what turned out to be a surprisingly easy conversation after two years of complete silence, he turned the phone off, all the way off, and wandered into the bedroom, noting that Rob had fallen asleep, sprawled across the bed. The guy loved his naps there was no doubt about that. He could sleep at the drop of a hat, but also woke nearly as instantly. Blake struggled at both ends, many times staring into the dark for hours, and hitting the snooze button five or six times in the morning. He sat, ran a hand down Rob’s face, cupped his chin, then traced a line across his shoulder. The other man sighed, reached up and tugged Blake down beside him, slanting his mouth over his, the slow, almost lazy nature of his kiss reminding Blake of his original mission.
Reaching up to thread his fingers in Rob’s silky hair, Blake groaned as his body started reacting to his lover’s expert touch. Their tongues tangled, clothes melted off, and they were naked, pressed together, hard flesh to hard flesh. Blake no longer knew, nor cared, where his body ended and Rob’s began. He wanted this, needed this, so much. He gasped when Rob started making his way down Blake’s body, biting and sucking nipples, nipping skin, then lapping at the head of his aching shaft, providing quick suction to the head. “Oh hell… Rob…” He mumbled, tilting his hips up, needing more. “Lower baby. Please.”
Rob rose from his task, his luscious lips plump, red, glistening, then leaned slowly down gripping Blake’s ass and tilting him way up. “Ahhhh, yessss…” Blake hissed and fisted his hands in Rob’s hair again as the man’s lips and tongue made their way down his cock, cupped his balls in one hand and fisting his shaft with the other as he buried his face underneath Blake’s tight sack, licking along the soft line of flesh between them and his now achingly empty ass. He lifted his hips higher, felt the press of Rob’s tongue all over him, then the lovely sensation of penetration, as Rob stuck a wet finger inside him, reaching high straight for his gland as he shifted, put his mouth back over Blake’s swollen head.
“God!” Blake grunted, pumped his hips and filled Rob’s mouth as the man stroked his gland, forcing the most intense possible orgasm. He kept coming and coming, his hips jerking and thrusting as his vision dimmed, then brightened. Rob groaned, slipped his finger from Blake’s body and fell down beside him, wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand. Blake shuddered, trembled with cold and residual lust as Rob made his way to the bathroom, washed his hands and returned.
Blake smiled at the sight. His man, this blonde, amazing god with the talented lips, tongue and cock. His man. He sighed, rolled over and moved to the edge of the bed, raising his hips and looking over his shoulder. “Fuck me Rob. I know you want it. Show me.” Rob ran a hand over Blake’s hip, his ass, leaned in to press his hot shaft against the cleft of Blake’s body. Blake shifted back. “Now, baby.” He whispered, gasping when warm lube spilled over his ass and Rob worked his finger back inside, stretching him, prepping him for Rob’s wide girth. His cock twitched again, hardened as his brain shut down and he gave into the amazing, glorious feel of Rob, fucking him, hard. So hard they shifted the bed nearly across the room.
At the last minute, realizing Rob was close to release he looked around, stared straight at the man clutching his hips. “I love you.” He whispered. Rob narrowed his eyes, then went over the edge, digging his fingers into Blake’s flesh, pumping him full, his strong, beautiful body clenched tight. Blake gripped his cock, the sensation of Rob’s shaft reaching his gland again, making him cover his belly with cum. Wincing a little as Rob pulled out, he flopped over on his back and watched as Rob stared at him, chest heaving, hands on his hips.
“I heard what you said,” he said, something like anger in his voice. “Don’t do it again.” Blake frowned at him. “Not…,” Rob held up a hand indicating he should stay put. “Not until you really mean it.” Then he stalked into the bathroom and Blake heard the sorry European excuse for a shower start pattering into the tub. He sighed and rolled onto his side, pulling the blanket over his nakedness. A quick nap hovered, thanks to the back to back orgasms. As he eased into a light sleep, he smiled, and clutched a pillow to his chest.
Chapter Four
Rob’s chest hurt, his shoulders ached, his lips were swollen and approached chapped, his hips and ass were sore. But he’d never felt better in his entire life. Propping his feet up on the table, he found his phone and watched Blake sleep before placing the promised call to Ann Arbor. He ran a hand through his wet hair. He was head over heels in love with that kid and he knew it. But his usual flight instinct was not kicking in like it usually did. Like it had with René. And with Kyle. For the first time in his adult life, he wanted to confide in someone. To tell him about the cancer, to unload some of the daily anxiety he hauled around with him. Well, for the first time since his friend, Jack.
Blake mumbled something, rolled over, threw his arm over his face. Rob realized how lightly the man slept, but believed he was getting somewhat calmer here in the vacation. Or, at least he hoped. He stood, tugged the duvet up over Blake’s near perfect body, smiling when the other man kept muttering to himself.
Rob zipped up his jeans and flopped back into the chair, turned on his phone and stared at it a minute. As if conjured, the thing buzzed and Jack’s name appeared on the screen. Rob chuckled. “Yo, asshole. You’re scaring the natives again. Where ya been?”
His friend’s voice sounded even further away than the miles would justify. “Working my sweet ass off, my friend. I’d say the question is better: where the hell are you?”
“I’m in Paris. On a vacation of sorts.” Rob draped his legs over the chair’s leg. “Damn it’s good to hear your voice.”
Jack laughed. “I won’t be your boyfriend.”
“I wouldn’t touch you with someone else’s cock.”
“Just so we’re clear.”
Rob laughed. “Look man, Kyle and Suze and the gang are calling me. On my vacation. Trying to track you down. In Ann Arbor. What the hell?”
Jack’s deep sigh was worthy of a teenager. Rob could picture him, running a hand down his face and around the back of his neck as he always did when uncomfortable. “Working. I told you. Kicking ass, taking names. Making more money than you ever thought about, I can assure you.”
“Huh. Well, do me a favor and contact the local contingent so they know you’re alive.”
“Fine. Jesus. Didn’t know I had to check in with them. Whatever.”
“Look, Jack, I know how hard it was to lose your dad the way you did. And that whole mess with Suzanne…”
“Oh, fuck that man. I’m fine. Don’t psychoanalyze me.”
“There isn’t enough psychoanalysis in the world for you.”
“I’m normal. You’re the fucked up one. Hey, get this. I banged the hottest chick the other day.”
“What else is new?” Rob was starting to see what Kyle and Evan were worried about now.
“No, no, man listen. We are in the damn closing room. She and her husband are my sellers, unloading a two million dollar Barton Hills house for a condo, I’m walking out of there with nearly six bills. On my a-fucking game. I look down and her hand is creeping up my thigh. Under the table. With her old man across the way from us. I tell you, man I’m getting more pussy right
now than is probably healthy, or fair, for all you regular losers.”
Rob laughed in spite of himself. The guy would never change. He wondered if he would even settle down someday, find anyone who would put up with him for very long. “Yeah, and, what? You tossed her up on the table and put it to her while her old man watched?”
“Nearly. I got up to take a call, wandered back into an empty office, turn around and there she is, wet and ready. I tell you my friend. I can’t walk for tripping over willing women.”
“And that is different from usual because…?”
“Oh hell I don’t know. I’m not going to club anymore. Got a little sick of that scene. I bought a house, working on a major reno, plus I’ve got a sweet long-term downtown development idea.”
“Well, sounds like things are good for you my friend. I’m glad to hear it.”
“And you? How’s Chicago? How’s life?”
“Oh,” Rob glanced over at Blake who’d managed to fling the cover off again and had tossed and turned himself half hanging off the bed. Rob stood, stuck the man’s bare legs back on the bed and covered him up once more. “Life is pretty good right now.”
“I’m calling for a reason you know. I’ve got a business proposition for you.”
“Really.” He sat, put a hand on Blake’s cheek, willed the man to settle down. He smiled as Blake’s breathing evening out and his stiff jaw relaxed under Rob’s touch. “I’m listening.”
“There is a great location on the corner of Liberty and Division, smack middle of downtown coming up empty once the deadbeat restaurateur gets his shit out of there in another month or so. I’m buying the building.”
“Wow. You can buy a downtown building?”
“Told you man. Kicking ass. So, what I think is that you get yourself back to A-squared, let’s open a brew pub.”
“Hold on, you want to compete with Evan and Suzanne?” Rob stood, started pacing, his brain already spinning with possibilities.
“No, no, I’ve already talked with him about it. Different concept. Brew Pub. No bottling, no wholesaling, a straight up gastro pub with a semi-famous chef…”
“Fuck you, I’m for real famous.”
“Exactly. So?”
“What about the ‘brew’ part? You find a brew house for me? Fermenters? License? And someone to run that shit? Jesus Jack. I wish you hadn’t called me.”
“I knew you’d love it. Listen, Frietag, I will charge you a dollar a month rent, just write me in as a silent partner. I know you can make it work. You find a brewer, all the brew equipment. You’ve still got cash in the bank I know you do, Scrooge.”
Rob ran a hand down his face, his pulse racing. “Well, I might know a guy for the brew side…”
“Yeah, I thought you did.”
“But I want him in as partner.”
“Is he any good?”
Rob looked over at the bed. Blake had burrowed under the pillows, and the cover had slipped and revealed a luscious ass cheek. “Ask Evan. He’d know.”
“Dude. That guy? Really?”
“I won’t do it unless it’s with him. He is the absolute best.”
“At what? Sucking your cock?”
“Yeah, that too. I’m telling you, ask your buddy at Big House. He can tell you if Blake is any good or not.”
Jack laughed and when he returned to the phone his voice was a little tight. “I’m glad you found somebody man. I hope it works out for you. Even if it is way closer to home than may be comfortable for some people.”
“Frankly Jack, I don’t know if it will. But even if we don’t work out he is hands down the best brewer in the state, if not the region. You want him.”
“My man.” Jack’s voice warmed again, making Rob smile. “Okay, I trust you on this. Will he jump? Isn’t he next in line out at Foundation in Grand Rapids?”
“Maybe.” Rob sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the young man another minute. “Give me a few days.” He put a hand on Blake’s exposed hip, making him stir again, flip over and crack a huge yawn. “Talk soon, my friend. Thanks.”
****
The room pulsed with sweaty bodies and music. Rob was tired, but Blake had wanted to hit this club and he was finding that what made Blake happy did the same for him. He lifted his glass as Blake looked over at him, and then was swallowed up by the undulating crowd. Attractive men, women and everything in between moved as one body and he tried to repress a surge of jealousy as hands groped all over Blake’s form. The guy looked damn good, in dark denim jeans, bright white shirt that hugged his strong frame like a sexy glove. “Hey, handsome.” A lovely female with long black hair slid in alongside him leaning on the rail, mirroring his stance. She held out her beer bottle, and Rob touched his to it. The soft heat of her very exposed skin made his body snap to attention. He shot her a glance that would speak volumes, if she were receptive.
She turned, leaned against the rail and let her hair tumble down her back, the incredible perfection of her breasts clearly exposed to his gaze. Yeah, he thought, she will do very well. He moved closer, touched the top of her cleavage, pleased at the quick pebbling of her skin. She smiled at him, stepped close and cupped his hardening cock. “Mmmm….” She sighed, covered his lips, probed with her small tongue. The soft curves of her fit nicely against him, but he opened his eyes and spotted Blake sandwiched between a couple of lovely women. He broke the kiss, cupped the girl’s chin, his brain a whirl of possibility and his whole body zinging with desire.
“Hey,” he whispered close to her ear. “You up for some fun tonight?”
“Mai oui,” she bit his earlobe, making him shiver. Putting his hands on her bare arms, he held her back a minute, shoving down the sudden urge to yank her into the back room and fuck her silly.
“Okay. You game for two of us.” He ran his finger down her neck, across the tops of her breasts.
“Depends. The other one look like you?” She licked her plump lips, took a step into him and covered his zipper again with her hand. He let himself enjoy it a half a second, then smiled, turned her around, pointed over her bare shoulder at Blake, still stuck between the two supermodels, writhing in time to the pounding techno music. She sucked in a breath. “Really?” Rob leaned in, kissed her neck, ran a hand up her thigh, found her as pantiless as he figured she’d be. She kept her back to him, arched into him a little, her breath coming in small gasps as he licked his way up her neck and slipped a finger between her wet waiting thighs.
“Really.” He pressed his cock against her leg, relished the soft wet folds at his fingertips. Her clit pulsed under his touch and she moaned when he gave it just the right amount of pressure and speed. “Come for me, ma petite.” She stiffened, put a hand over her mouth. Rob smiled as her pussy spasmed against his palm. “Oui, just like that.” He bit down on her shoulder, slid his fingers from between her legs and sucked them into his mouth as she gripped the rail, still gasping for breath. He cupped the back of her neck, tugged her close, kissed her hard, fast, then released her and pointed her out onto the dance floor. “Now,” he cupped a breast, ran his thumb over the peaking nipple. “That’s him. Go, dance, seduce. I’ll be watching.”
She smiled, grabbed his hand and sucked the fingers he’d just used to bring her to orgasm in this room full of people into her small, pert mouth. Then bit his fingertips and released him before sashaying out onto the dance floor, leaving him standing, his brain humming with anticipation.
Over the next half hour or so she delivered, in spades, inserting herself between Blake and one of the chicks dripping off him with ease, wrapping herself around him pulling him close, whispering in his ear. Rob leaned on the rail and watched, mesmerized as Blake laughed, danced, and let the girl tease, touch and dirty dance with him. His cock ached, trapped behind his zipper. He grabbed another beer from a passing tray, and then caught the two of them in an incredible kiss, Blake’s hands roaming all over her half-dressed body. Just as Rob started to cut it short, not sure if he could handle sharing at
that point, Blake opened his eyes and stared straight at Rob. He broke the kiss, turned the girl around and danced more, grinding into her from behind. Rob lifted his beer bottle as Blake reached around and cupped a breast, leaned down to lick her neck. Rob smiled, relaxed, and let himself be calmed. Blake wanted this. So, he did too.
He put his fingers to lips again, tasting her, finished the beer, then stalked out onto the floor, entered the fray and broke a solid sweat sandwiching the girl between them, sneaking kisses with Blake over her head. At one point the girl, Juliet, reached up and grabbed his neck, laid a kiss on him that made him breathless. “You guys are hot as shit. We gonna do this, or what?” He nodded, grabbed her hand and Blake’s and pulled them out into the warm Parisian night.
They fell into the room, tangled up in each other, arms, legs, lips, hands all over the place. Rob pulled away, stepped back. Juliet let go of Blake, slipped the silky excuse for a dress off her shoulders, exposing the exquisite perfection of her body to them both. Blake wrapped his arms around her, kissed her neck as she leaned back into him, his hands cupping both breasts. Rob sat, poured a glass of champagne for himself, unzipped his jeans and fisted his aching shaft. He nodded to Blake.
“Fuck her baby. I wanna watch.” Juliet opened her eyes, took a step over to him and leaned on his knees.
