“It was okay when I first started, but these days I can’t tolerate it as much. I’d like to get a base and work from it instead of racking up the frequent flyer miles and the toll that it takes on your body. That and…you know…it’s more challenging to meet people and have a real relationships with them.”
“But it must be fun in that world of beautiful people and beautiful things. And I’m sure the other guys in your industry are interesting and well-traveled too.”
“They are and but that doesn’t make it any easier.”
“Yeah, more competition,” I say.
“Exactly. Luckily I still get jobs though, but that won’t last forever. I mean I’m the guy who still uses a wall calendar after all. I’m old school like that.”
I try not to smile too much. He’s just so cute. He’s still in such great shape and so full of life it’s hard to think that he’s nine years older than me and that we met nine years ago. I mean he’s only thirty-one, so it’s not like he’s old by any stretch of the imagination, but at twenty-two myself there is a bit of a gap. I don’t think I’ve ever used a real calendar.
“You’re only as young as you feel,” I say.
“Not in this industry. I’m looking into moving into something more of a business role. Something behind the camera. I’m well past my prime in modeling years.” He laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s just hard to imagine that I’m a model. I just always associated modeling with a different kind of person. Whenever I stop and think about it and that I’m doing it it makes me laugh.”
“It doesn’t make me laugh.”
“You’re just being nice.”
No, I’m just imagining you in Times Square standing in a pair of crisp white fresh-out-the-box underwear in a black and white photo while the whole world stopped and admired how insanely attractive you are. And I’m just thinking about that poster of you I had on my dorm room wall. The one of you lying on your back on that bed. Your shirt off and you looking off to the side because if you’d looked right into the lens it would’ve been so hot it would have melted the camera and every woman’s eyes who looked at that poster. Your first campaign. I don’t remember if it was for the jeans you had on, some cologne, or something else. And I don’t even care. All I cared about was that it was you. And you must have been about my age now. You looked so young but still so darn sexy. And the poster was right over my bed, until I moved it to the opposite wall so I could stare at it while I laid on my back and did things to myself in my own bed while I imagined you were there with me.
“No really. I mean…you always stayed in good shape.” I try not to, but my eyes quickly glance across his broad shoulders and thick chest. I think he catches me, but I’m not sure. My mind is racing.
“Thanks, but those young guys are in really incredible shape these days. I’m sure you must have seen them back at U.S.C. I mean it stands for University of Spoiled Children, right? Their rich parents can get them anything. Young boys in Range Rovers with plenty of time to work out and surf and all that good stuff. I don’t want to sound jealous or anything. I mean, good for them. But that’s the reality of my job. I’ve had a great run, but it’s time to pivot into a different role.”
How about you pivot yourself right into me?
“I guess I never thought of it quite like that. There must have been so many other guys.”
“Yeah, the competition is tough and only getting tougher.”
“Jobs are one thing, but your romantic life is another.”
“True,” he says. He takes a sip of his drink. “But I never fought them for girls.”
“Lucky for them that’s not your thing.”
“Definitely not. Meaningless sex never appealed to me. Never tried it.”
His eyes dart across my body. He didn’t mean for them to, but he couldn’t control it. I catch him looking and does it ever make me feel good. It gives me some hope.
“Me either,” I say.
“Long term thinking is the only way to go,” he says.
“Not even once?” I ask.
“Not even close. After jobs it was straight to my room and in bed…by myself.”
“But there must have been so many other guys...so many opportunities. I mean I thought that thing was rampant in men’s fashion. I heard about those top photographers who got called out last year when the me too movement was at its peak. The guys let people know it’s not always just women getting taken advantage of. I guess as a society we always think that a guy can stand up for himself. That he can fight for himself. It’s not like some out-of-shape old male photographer can really force himself onto a young fit guy, but then again I guess the male models have the same pressures as the women. I think the women have it worse because the men are often bigger and stronger and more aggressive, and a whole bunch of other things, but then again I guess I wouldn’t really know. I’m not getting a lot of unwarranted attention myself.”
“Wow, you really have a good grasp of how things are. A lot of people don’t understand the male side of things. But to your point luckily for me nothing like that ever happened.”
“I guess you don’t set off their gaydar,” I say. I take a sip of my rose. “It might make dating harder but in some ways it helps you.”
His drink is halfway to his lips when suddenly his hand stops. His brow furrows, then one eyebrow raises higher than the other. His hand lowers setting the drink back down on the wooden table in front of us. His eyes narrow as he looks at me more deeply. First inquisitively. Then with a bit of…anger?
“Leah,” he begins. He just stares at me as seconds go by. For the first time I notice the second hand of the clock ticking on the wall behind me. It’s dead quiet and his body is completely still as he chooses his next words carefully. “What exactly is your impression of me?”
“What do you mean?” I say quickly. Something’s definitely off and I’m getting uncomfortable. I’m not scared as in that he’s going to hurt me or anything, but his intensity makes me more scared that I offended him or upset him.
“About my personal life.”
“I just think you’re like most people. You haven’t found the right person yet.”
“What do you mean by person?”
“I mean…” suddenly I’m wondering if I’ve went down the wrong path here. “The right guy?”
“The right guy?”
“Yeah, my brother told me.”
“Told you what exactly?”
“That you’re gay. It’s okay,” I say. And in any other case I would be okay with it, just not with him because I want him for me and me only.
Suddenly his free hand balls up into a fist. I can see it twitching he’s squeezing so tight. Now I’ve definitely made him angry.
“Luke told you that?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“After that first time you came over to the house that day to throw the football around.”
Now I can see he’s really angry. Really, really angry.
“I’m really sorry if I offended you somehow,” I say.
I watch as his body relaxes and suddenly he smirks. He lifts the drink to his lips and finishes it in one gulp. Something is definitely wrong, but it’s like he’s either come to peace with the idea or he’s figured out how to get revenge. Either way he’s not giving a lot of clues.
“I could really kill your brother right now.”
“What? You’re best friends.”
“And you’re a lesbian right?”
“What? No. Why would you think that?”
“Because that’s what Luke told me.”
“Luke told you….”
Xavier nods. I don’t even have to finish my sentence. “Just like he told me,” he says.
“So you’re not? You’re definitely not?”
“Nope. And I don’t even have to ask you.”
“No. I mean I don’t want it to sound like it’s something bad or anything, but no. D
efinitely not.”
“There’s only one thing that’s really, really bad here. Well make that two,” he says.
“What’s that?” I know the first I’m so angry at my brother right now I could kill him too.
“First is what your brother did.”
“And?”
“And second for what he prevented me from not doing all these years.”
“Which is?”
He leans into me so quickly I can almost feel the gush of wind follow him.
Before I even know what’s happening his lips crash down on to mine and it’s like someone just gave me everything I ever wanted.
But not just someone. Him. The only man I’ve ever wanted.
CHAPTER 4
Xavier
“Your bill sir,” the waiter calls out.
“Charge it to my room,” I say as I walk out with Leah literally in my arms. Even though the hotel lobby is empty I pay special attention to the way I carry her so she looks elegant in my grasp.
And once I kissed her there was no denying what was going to happen next. The way she kissed me back instantly told me she felt the same way I did about her. I can’t believe her brother told us each that the other was gay. There are a lot of ways he could have communicated that he didn’t want us to be together, but lying certainly wasn’t one. It had worked though, until it didn’t work any longer.
And after all these years of pent up lust, thoughts, and emotions from both of us towards the other it was time to let them out.
We enter the elevator and her arms wrap around my neck bringing her face closer to mine. We’re kissing passionately and before I know it the door is open to our floor.
I step out not even caring who sees. I want her more than anything and I’m prouder than anything that I’ve got her.
I practically run us to the door and the minute we’re through we’re tearing at each other’s clothes.
It’s a race to get undressed first and even though I have on a suit and she has on a dress, panties, a bra and shoes I’m almost out of my clothes quicker than she is.
A part of me wants to slow this entire process down, but I just can’t. When you’ve wanted someone for so, so long and you finally have them in your grasp you don’t fumble the opportunity. You go straight for it. I’m not a scarcity mindset kind of person, but right now I’ll do anything to feel her bare body against mine as soon as possible. I have to. I need to before someone wakes me up and tells me I’m dreaming and that this isn’t finally happening.
And it’s happening so fast that it’s only making me that much harder and much more feral for her.
She takes a step toward me as I step towards her, scooping her up in my arms. Her legs wrap around my lower back as my hands grab her butt hard, holding her suspended in mid air.
Our faces devour each other’s. There’s nothing soft or tender about these kisses. Romance will have to wait. And there will be romance. There are so many things I want to do for her. Picnics in Central Park. Boat rides around the Statue of Liberty. Trips to the Hamptons. And that’s just for starters.
We’ve got so much lost time to make up for.
I feel her nails dig into my back causing my cock to twitch leading it to brush over her pussy. She’s dripping wet already and I know I’ve got pre-come covering the end of my rod. We’re so primed for each other.
I feel her ass tighten as she lifts her body up in my hands and repositions her opening directly over my maxed out erection. I work out constantly and my blood flow is beyond good. I know I’m hung, but this is next level. I literally didn’t know my dick could get this big and thick and hard. It’s her. It can only be because of her. My body is telling me this is right. This is meant to be.
And when she lowers herself down onto me it just reaffirms what I already knew.
First my grasp on her weakens as all my feeling goes to my groin, but then suddenly every muscle in my body flexes causing my grip to return as I lift her up and lower her back down on top of me again.
I feel her pull her chest in harder against mine. Her nipples are pressed against my chest. They’re so hard I swear they could cut glass and it’s too much to take.
Her hips move forward and back as she grinds her pussy into me as I lift and lower and lift and lower her faster and faster filling her every time.
“Uhhh,” escapes her mouth followed by a moan. I feel her walls tighten closing in on my cock like a vice grip just before a series of pulses and I watch her body spasm as she climaxes.
Feeling her climax pushes me over the top and I erupt inside her filling her with my sperm and a thought flashes in my mind that I need her to get pregnant from this. I need her to have my baby. My hips buck forward and up, my body subconsciously thinking the same making sure I’m as deep inside her as I possibly can be ensuring the greatest chance we’ll conceive.
I’ve never been out of control like this before and I’ve never felt so alive. Ten minutes ago we were leaving the lobby. Now here we are capping off a mutual desire that’s been years in the making.
And we’re just getting started. The night is still young, at least when you have as much desire for someone as I do for her. The night will always be young in our case. And the way she makes me feel will keep me just as youthful, vibrant, and full of life.
Her head buries in my shoulder before she pulls back and then comes forward again, kissing me hard.
“That was incredible,” she says.
“You’re incredible,” I say.
“You’re incredible.”
“Let’s do it again.”
I walk over towards the bed, my cock still inside her.
I lay her down softly making sure that our bodies don’t separate.
I’m still hard as a rock but now it’s time for some tenderness. I kiss her gently on the neck and begin the exploration process that I’ve dreamed about for so long.
I want to know about every part of her. And then when I do I want to go back and rediscover her all over again, and again, and again.
Tonight. Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Next year. Forever.
CHAPTER 5
Xavier
My eyes slowly open to the light coming in from the window. I need some water after everything we did in the early hours of the morning.
What started out as a romp did indeed turn into romance. After our primal urges were filled we slowed things down for the next I don’t even remember how many hours until we eventually passed out.
The last thing I remember was hearing her sentence tail off as I held her in my arms. Then there was the light feel of her breath against my skin and knowing that she was here with me I quickly dozed off as well.
Everything was perfect and I was ready to start the morning off where we left off and begin a day together.
I roll over in bed and realize the spot next to me is empty.
She must be in the shower.
I peel myself from the sheets and make my way to the mini fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and drinking the entire thing down. I walk to the bathroom but it’s empty.
What in the heck?
I survey the room with quick eyes and realize her dress is gone as are the rest of her clothes.
She’s probably just not ready to announce to our gathered friends and family what we finally discovered about the other last night. It makes sense. Better to let the graduation party clear out and then we can talk more about us.
I smile realizing I’m getting about a million miles ahead of myself. But I don’t care. I want her to be mine now. I want her on my arm. I want to make up for lost time. I don’t care what anybody thinks. I want to be there for her as she begins her post-college life. I want to help her avoid any pitfalls I may have hit when I was learning to survive on my own in the world.
But I have to go at her pace. I can’t rush her. This is about us, not just me. And for us to work I have to tame my ferocity and be there to guide her and assist her, not to direct her.
I get dressed and make my way down to the breakfast buffet. There are about ten people from our group down there and from what I’m quickly discovering the rest have already checked out and gone about there way.
But surely not Leah. As the guest of honor she’ll stay back and send everyone off. Not to mention now that she’s done with school she’ll start job-hunting here in New York. I’ve got a small room in my loft in the city where we can set up a place for her to look.
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