epilogue to Where There's Heat
Part 1
When I round the corner he’s waiting for me. His face is upturned, the afternoon
sun soaking his skin and lighting his hair. I’d say he looked radiant, but I
don’t say things like that.
I throw an arm over his shoulder and press my lips to his temple, his skin is
warm and the sun has made his scent rise to the surface. I breathe in deep.
I’m still overwhelmed by how much I want him.
He looks up at me and laughs, he’s on to me.
“Hi,” he tilts his chin up for a real kiss.
“Hi,” I smile and give him what he wants.
**
We walk for a few minutes in comfortable silence before curiosity finally eats
him alive, “Where are we going?” He’d stomp his foot if we weren’t walking so
fast.
I give him a smirk, “Good things come…”
He finishes for me, “To those who wait?”
“Well that too.”
We both laugh and he falls back into an easy stride beside me. When I’d asked
him last week to take off this afternoon I had to beg, plead and borrow to get
him to commit without knowing why I was asking or where we were going.
Justin started this new job just six weeks ago and was hesitant to even ask
for part of a day off this early in the game. To his delight his boss was very
agreeable and even suggested he take the entire day off, but Justin insisted
he go in for a few hours to wrap things up before the weekend.
What Justin doesn’t know is that Brad Brewer, the Creative Director at The Thompson
Agency and his new boss, owes me a few favors.
**
We still have a little ways to walk, so I ask him about work, “How’s the new
pitch coming?”
“Good, good. Mr. Brewer’s really happy with my designs for it so far.”
I nod, no surprise there. Justin’s fucking brilliant. He’ll burn out on advertising
soon enough and start focusing on what he should really be doing. But in the
meantime I’ll let him believe this is his calling – the industry is all the
better for it.
“So you’re really not going to tell me until we get there?” He side glances
at me.
“Nope,” I dodge into a bodega and grab a bottle of water. He follows without
question.
“Want something?” I pull out cash and hand it over the counter. Justin simply
picks up my bottle of water and takes a long swig.
“No,” he hands the bottle back to me and laughs.
It’s late April, the weather in the city is perfect for walking. Normally I’d
take a cab this distance, but I love making Justin wait. Making Justin wait
for anything is not only amusing but generally very rewarding.
**
”Take next Friday off.” I part his legs and run my tongue up the inside of
his thighs. I kiss his stomach, lick at his ribs and then raise my head to wait
for his answer.
“What?” he comes up onto his elbows and looks at me.
“Take work off next Friday, I have a thing we need to do.”
“A thing?”
I nod and inch up, dragging my tongue over both nipples.
He moans, “Stop, you can’t suck my nipple and ask me a serious question at the
same time.”
“It’s not serious,” I bite down. He yelps.
“Brian,” but there’s no anger in his voice, only heat.
I bite again, “So take it off.”
“I can’t, I just started. And what thing? We have a thing? You’re freaking me
out.”
“It’s a good thing I think, but it’s a surprise. Just see if you can.”
Then I kiss him and the tension in his shoulders dissipates. He falls back into
the mattress and lets me push his legs further apart.
“Say yes,” I whisper as I start to move lower again. Just as I take his dick
in my right hand and his balls into my mouth he moans ‘yes, yes, yes’ and I
smile.
**
We get to the building finally, the door man greets me by name. Justin looks
at me quizzically as we cross the lobby to a bank of elevators. He stays quiet
as we get on and I punch 19.
We’re about half way up when he finally caves, “Seriously, where the fuck are
we? How did that guy know you? I swear to God you lead some secret life when
I’m asleep at night. I mean, I’m with you all the time. How is there so much
I still don’t know?”
“If you knew everything you’d get bored.”
Justin steps closer, breathing in the air around me, and whispers, “I could
never, ever get bored with you.”
It’s oddly reassuring to hear him say that. But still, I like to keep him guessing.
I take a set of keys from my pocket that he doesn’t recognize and open the door
at the end of the hall on the west side of the building.
Inside sits an empty three bedroom apartment with a view that most of Manhattan
would kill for (or at least hire someone to kill for).
“Brian!” Justin walks from room to room, he can’t stop looking out the windows.
“Is this your new place?” he spins around and stares at me. With his mouth agape
and his eyes the size of saucers he looks like a child. A beautiful child.
I nod and then answer, “Well, ours actually…if you want it to be.”
“What?”
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