by Talon p. s.
Jovan swallowed hard as the heavy panting and the curses Darko growled out. The sounds reaching his ears, creating images in the back of his mind—damn he needed to get out and get laid.
A laugh to his right had him jerking around to see Pyotr leaning back on the shower wall next to him. Laughing at him but Pyotr’s blue eyes were watching them.
“I’m not gay.” Jovan stammered quite suddenly as if he needed to clarify himself and his sexual orientation.
“I know, but it is only sex when you are only listening to it.”
Jovan didn’t know quite how to respond to that and he couldn’t seem to break himself away from watching Pyotr’s face, as if he could see the porn being played out across his face or something. He saw how it was turning Pyotr on, the arousal burning in his eyes like wild fires and —fuck— he wished they wouldn’t make it sound like it was that good. Had they any idea how long it’d been for him?
He risked a glance over his shoulder when he heard his younger brother cry out. Seeing him just as his hands slapped down on his lover’s shoulders, to keep from falling flat on his face as his body convulsed with his release. All this happening while Maxum’s cock shot out white ropes across his brother’s legs. Jovan felt a sudden heat flash over his face and he quickly snapped his eyes back around to the tile wall and swallowed hard. “Does it turn you on to watch them?” Jovan licked his lips trying to find some semblance of moisture that for some reason had left his mouth dry.
“To see him enjoy and being enjoyed so freely? Yes. Just as much so as listening to them is turning you on.”
“But that can’t possibly be called love making.” Jovan was still trying to come to terms. Ones he could understand.
“No, right now that is fucking. Just pure sex. They’re bonding in all of it, in their own way, but right now they are taking pleasure with a mutual desire and feeding each other’s need.
Jovan eyes snapped to the ceiling, “Well, okay, but I’m not gay.” He said dryly.
“Yes, Jovan we both are very aware you are not.” Pyotr offered the acknowledgement his brother was obviously needing just now with a slight chuckle that couldn’t be helped. “But just for the record, I think perhaps your left hand is enjoying it.”
Jovan turned white as a sheet hearing his brother and his head went from the ceiling dropping to see his hand fisted over his erect cock pulling at in a thick white film of soap suds. “It’s been awhile, might as well rub one out right here. Seeing how they— well— not that they should be ashamed but— doing it out like this— in front of everyone— kinda says they don’t respect each other doesn’t it?”
Pyotr could see where his brother had picked out the suppressed common way of thinking, and while the questions were interrupting his own perverse pleasure, he could see Jovan needed some help to open up and understand.
“We are all grown men. Very capable and aware of the things we enjoy and what turns us on. Must we hide it, or lose the moment we are aroused because someone is watching? It’s not a disrespect, it’s a freedom. A release to enjoy and not worry one’s self with judgment. A woman is raised to always feel ashamed of her body, her pleasures of sex. For her, sexual freedom is unobtainable. To even try to reach for such an open-minded bliss will bring on words like whore, tramp or slut. Yet it shouldn’t have to be so, and for them,” Pyotr jutted his chin out towards Darko and Maxum, “it isn’t.”
Cliff finally walked in, naked and immediately surrendered his body over to Pyotr’s hands. Pyotr wrapped his arms around his lover, his hands finding the more aroused parts already in tune to his needs. He leaned in and kissed the side of Cliff’s head, whispering, “Are you satisfied your sister is fine?”
A scowling face turned up preferring to just be kissed, than have to answer the question and Pyotr had no problems accommodating the submission. He cheated his eyes away, a sided look, glancing past his young lover to watch as Darko and Maxum now enjoyed some post coital shower-touching in the form of washing each other. Pyotr hoped for the best for them. They certainly seemed well suited for each other. And watching them be so free with their lust for life turned him on considerably. Then again, all sexual freedoms did and Pyotr was soon rubbing his hard cock into the perky ass butted up against him.
Rapid movement out of the corner of his eye had Pyotr burrowing his face in the back of Cliff’s neck while he pulled his hips back to grind against his eager erection. However, Pyotr’s adverse hiding wasn’t all for the pleasure of kissing the back of Cliff’s neck, he was also trying to be considerate of Jovan’s feeling by hiding the laughing smile Pyotr had. As he was not unaware of Jovan, frozen in place, staring at them. If Jovan’s hand moved any faster, he was likely to fire his cock into outer space.
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Darko had been true to his word, they spent the weekend doing whatever the two of them felt like doing, which consisted mostly of sex and laying about. However, they also managed to throw in a daring venture into the shopping world frenzy that was mostly just window-shopping and getting acquainted with one another’s likes and dislikes, plus some good old fashioned PDA. They even squeezed in a short drive to nowhere Saturday afternoon after seeing a few of the other family members off.
Focus in the house turned from the holiday affair to the newly adopted daughter who’s illness made every day with her a blessing, and a younger brother who had been kept from them for too long, both in need of healing and family. Seeing he wasn’t family, Maxum was thinking he should be one of the ones to go, having stayed his welcome and was packing his things to leave. Darko wasn’t too keen on the idea. Only Maxum knew he needed to go before their evening turned into another night of sexual comforts he had no self-discipline to turn away.
“This just isn’t me. I’m not family. It’s too weird.”
“What? Hanging out with a lover and a healthy family environment? Yeah weird I know. I mean, whoever heard of such a fucking thing? The nerve of some people. To actually have what most people in this country wished they had. Hell, most would have settled for half. But, by all means, fucking leave and throw away a good man all because he has good brothers and sisters that managed to survive and support each other through their growing spurts in life.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Maxum growled at him.
Darko made a sarcastic gesture with his head and shoulders, his eyes dripping with the expression. “Dude, I am all ears then.”
“Wise-ass.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve been fucking this wise-ass, so don’t be expecting too much sympathy right now.”
Maxum scrubbed over his face with his hand. This wasn’t what he had in mind. He didn’t want to hurt Darko at all or argue over what was and what couldn’t be. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”
“Let’s start with, a wise ass man once said. That part should be good—”
Darko’s contrite sarcasms had Maxum ready to throw something at this point, seeing how any comment he made was quickly deflected back at him in a retort he didn’t know how to argue against. His hands went up around his head seeing nothing he could throw that wasn’t likely going to come back as— you just broke our grandmothers favorite vase or jimmy’s first trophy— He glanced about the room, even surprised himself when he folded and simply asked. “Don’t you have something I can throw around here?” and just as he turned to look at the man he was mad at, a fat pillow slammed into his head. Well that wasn’t anything he was expecting. He shook his head, grabbed the pillow off the floor and threw it back at Darko with no real sense of aim, but damned if Darko didn’t turn right around and send it flying back at him, once more hitting him square in the head. Maxum grabbed up the pillow once more— now he was mad— and threw it point on towards Darko’s head. In a flash, Darko’s arm came up in a wax on wax off circle sending the pillow off in another direction and off the dresser went the vase Maxum had not wanted to break in the first place. He snapped a look at Darko who was looking at him belt serious, “That was ou
r mother’s. We carried that all the way from Čačak when we fled the civil war.”
Maxum was about to beg for forgiveness, but then stopped. If the vase had been that precious, it would not have been in the spare bedroom. “You’re lying.”
“Yes, but then, you’ve been lying to yourself for some time now. So why should I be the one to have to be honest around here.”
Maxum sucked in a hard breath with every intention to start yelling at Darko with a whole bunch of —how dare you’s and you don’t know what it’s like— Then somehow his calculating mind brought him to a dead stop, as what Darko actually said sank in and he realized not one of his defensives actually fit. That right there deflated his anger and perhaps even him. His shoulders slunk and his head dropped forward. He’d been lying to himself— but for how long?
He didn’t know—
Maxum sank down toward the floor, twisting so his back fell against the side of the bed and he dropped his head over it staring up at the ceiling. He let out a long drawn out sigh. “I just don’t know what to do.”
Darko dropped down on his side, at an angle across the bed, propping his head up on an elbow and looked at the defeated man. “About which part?”
“My four year relationship with Simeon.” He let out another sigh, his head rocking back and forth across the edge of the bed as he did, “When you’ve been together with someone that long, they’re the one you’re supposed to keep working at to get it to work. People give up all the time. I didn’t want to do that.”
“But if the two of you were not meant for each other, all the time and effort in the world isn’t going to change that. Sometimes people don’t work together in a relationship. It’s not because you’re being mean or insensitive, it just doesn’t work. Or it does, but it comes with an expiration date. Not all relationships are meant forever and you don’t know which is which until you are actually there.”
Maxum heard, but he couldn’t bring himself to say something along the lines of, okeydokey, I guess that’s a wrap on Simeon then. He did, however, know his heart wasn’t in it to stay with him any longer either.
“What made it last this long?”
Maxum was silent for a moment. It wasn’t like he didn’t know the answer, he did. It just was a shitty one. “There were no lows in it. I thought that meant we worked.”
“Come on. Let’s go for a ride.” Darko patted his shoulder and jumped off the bed to get dressed.
Maxum glanced at his watch, not realizing it had already gotten so late in the night and he wasn’t even sure how the hell it slipped past them both. “Where’re we going at this hour?”
“You’ll see.” Darko only said waving him to come along.
“Fine, but you mind driving?”
Darko stopped, his leg mid-way inside his jeans and a grin melted over his face. His eyes flashed with some wicked saucy expression then went back to getting his pants on before he fell over.
In less than an hour, they’d dressed and arrived at the motorcycle shop where Darko worked. Maxum bounced in place; his hands buried in his heavy wool coat to stave off the cold night air and tried his best not to look guilty. Even though he knew Darko worked here and had a set of keys, something about showing up afterhours just felt like breaking and entering. In addition, certainly the local patrol officer would see it that way, too.
Once inside Darko locked it back up and lead the way to the machine shop in back before turning any lights on. Maxum hung back at the door to the room watching as Darko went over to the workbench and picked up a few things then turned to face him. In his right hand, Darko held up a piston casing with a holding cell made to take a piston rod approximately two inches in diameter.
“This— is your Simeon.” Darko waved the casing in his hand. Then held up the item in his left hand. A steel drive shaft, only it was square with rounded corners, not spherical like a typical shaft would be and it was about an inch wider than the hole in the piston casing. “This— is you.” He pushed the two pieces together before him and just as anyone would expect the square peg did not fit in the round hole. “No amount of time or effort will ever make these two fit together in a manner that will work.” Darko’s arms dropped around his sides as he walked over to a lathe machine, popped the cover, then set and locked the drive shaft into place. Maxum watched acutely as it only took him a fraction of a minute to line up the shaver, closed the shield and turned it on.
Darko didn’t even look at the shaft as it was being cut away, he looked dead on at him. Maxum watched as curls of shaved steel fell away, pooling up under the shaft as it was cut and reshaped into something else. When the lathe stopped, Darko popped the hood, pulled out a perfectly round two-inch diameter rod and then slid it into the hole of the casing. “Now, you can be with Simeon.” He tossed it carelessly to the floor. The casing and rod bouncing across the concrete floor in a loud clatter before coming to a stop, that oddly looked like a deformed penis. But, Maxum’s attention went back to Darko when he pulled on a leather work glove and scooped up the pile of shavings left behind on the lathe table. Like a giant brillo pad having a bad hair day. “This—” Darko held the wad of curled steel up, “this was you. This is everything about you, and what you had to give up just so you could force yourself to fit in that.” He nodded to the steal dick on the floor then tossed the shavings in the garbage.
Maxum was waiting for Darko to brush past him and just leave him there, gutted and wounded. Stripped of his moral of having a man he could spend the rest of his life with, only to be abandoned in the greasy machine shop with his lonely withered heart on the floor at his feet. What he got was something quite different when Darko came face to face, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him in for an emotionally heated kiss. Maxum was naked inside it and fuck if he didn’t feel the sting of tears in his eyes. He was defenseless against those too. He was broken down, so lost between what he thought was the right thing to do, and what he felt inside. And in that kiss he surrendered himself to the man who was hell bent to set him free, but not let go. Darko released their kiss, but never pulled back, keeping their foreheads together as Maxum held onto him for dear life.
“This— this works.” Darko’s voice was deep and warm like a nighttime brandy meant to sooth all those harbored chills. “We fit. When there are no lows— there are no highs either. A roller coaster can’t give you a thrill if you don’t climb and jump off a few hills.”
As if the man had been machined to precision perfection for just him. The very words Maxum had concluded to himself silently, the night he had run to Darko for consoling for his wrong doings, came back to him now in the very analogy Darko just showed him.
Further to his surprise and weakened condition, Darko asked—
“Stay with me, please. Stay, so you don’t go home feeling totally hollow inside. Let me fill that spot, if just for one more night. Please.” Darko actually asked him to stay and then kissed him again as if he were a long lost lover who’d just come home.
Maxum knew he didn’t want to be alone just now. He felt emptied, stripped, his world yanked out from under his feet and all those things made him feel vulnerable. That was something completely new to him. He decided it was best to be in the strong arms of a man who would protect him while he was at his weakest.
They went back to the Laszkovi home. Pavle and Maggie’s teen boys were still up playing video games in the great room and not in the least surprised or disrupted by their passing as Maxum and Darko slipped quietly upstairs to their room.
They crawled into bed, Darko wrapping around him like a security blanket and planted feathery kisses on the back of his neck and shoulder that in turn sent chills down his body but rather than pool around his cock, they gathered in his aching heart. “I’m going to need a few days alone— to set things right. I need to close the door, but I don’t want to slam it in his face either. Simeon doesn’t deserve that. Please, I hope you—”
“I know.” Darko’s arms tightened around him and he kisse
d him again. “I’ll leave the light on for you.”
Leave the light on— it meant Darko would be here waiting when he got back— when he was ready. His mind ached as much as his heart did and he was still every bit as lost as he was five minutes ago or even three days go. He lay awake while wrapped in Darko’s arms, trying to decide what to do until the grey light of dawn and exhaustion finally took him.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
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Maxum had gone home Sunday and spent most of the time glowering at his walls— right along with the empty spot in his bed. He even went as far as dragging one of the leather bound chairs in from the living room into his bedroom. Allowing himself at least the one comfort as he sat and just stared at his bed for several hours, getting up only to hit the bathroom and refill his glass of scotch and ice. Slumped down in the padding, his gaze fixed, his thoughts were not. Shifting just as steadily as the winter sun that moved across the sky and then dipped below the horizon just outside the glass walls of his room. His mind coming to the same dark ending as he stared at his bed, realizing no one had ever laid there save himself. Eight months he had lived here in the new towering elite skyscraper and he had never filled the position next to him. Simeon had never spent the night here. Maxum had always gone to his place. Endured the discomforts or lack of personal things for a night.
Why had he never brought Simeon to his own bed?
He sat there— perhaps another hour had passed in the stillness of the night, and then the answer came. It came in the visualized image of a well-built tanned body sleeping soundly in the tossed sheets.
Simeon wasn’t the person to fill his life.
Monday at the office was like any other Monday that just happened to follow the largest sales event day of every retailer’s year. And for reasons Maxum had never been able to wrap his head around, businesses that had no financial survival relations to whether Black Friday was a good sales day or not, were calling in because so and so is still in the red even after the mega sales day. Demanding how this is going to affect their stocks in wind power energy.
