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Sparks
Chapter 5 of "Where There's Heat"
Brian and Justin's POV
Brian
We drive for five solid minutes, maneuvering the crowded streets of Manhattan,
before he breaks the silence.
He turns to stare at me. "Where are we going?" In the short time
I’ve been under his scrutiny, I’ve noticed he looks at me with expectation.
How can he expect a thing from me? He doesn’t even know me. Fuck it.
"You’ll see," is my vague response. The only reason I give the mysterious
answer is that I have no fucking clue where we’re going. I’d planned on staying
at his hotel and fucking. Game over. Then he was on the curb and in the car
and now we’re here. Where here is, I don’t know. But it's not his hotel and
we're definitely not fucking at the moment.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I drive a few more blocks and try to formulate a game plan. I doubt he knows
the city well enough to realize we’ve gone around in a bastardized circle
and are getting close to his hotel. I don’t spend much time in this part of
town, but I know where there’s a good sushi place not far from here. I suppose
it wouldn’t hurt to feed the kid.
Justin
It’s so obvious that he has no clue where he’s taking me, and no idea what
he’s going to do with me. I bet he told himself over and over that he wasn’t
actually going to pick me up. I could've told him at 5 o’clock today when
I gave him instruction to be here that he would, without a doubt, show up.
But he wouldn’t have listened.
He seems to have chosen a destination now because his driving has become more
deliberate and his hands aren’t gripping the wheel of this orgasm-of-a-car
with the same intensity they were a moment ago.
I sit back in my seat and watch the bustle of the city through the window.
I take in a deep breath and think about what it’s going to be like to live
here.
"Is it hard to find an apartment in the city?" I ask abruptly.
Brian’s brow furrows as he contemplates the question. Finally he says coolly,
"Don’t know that you need to worry about that, Sunshine." My heart
skips a beat at the unexpected endearment. I had a friend in college who always
called me Sunshine. I love her dearly, but it drove me a little insane and
she is the only person who’s ever been allowed to call me that. It’s sort
of sexy coming from an older man, though.
When I finally focus on his answer I’m pissed. Thinking quickly, as I always
do, "Actually, I just got this great new job as the Junior Creative Director
at a hot design firm downtown. So I’ll be needing a place in the next few
weeks."
He rolls his eyes and makes no comment. I know he’s still torn about whether
he should even be entertaining the idea of sex with me because I would make
an excellent addition to his staff. But just like I told him, I’ll get the
sex and the job. I think the former will lead to the latter. He just needs
to sit back and let me drive this runaway train. Something tells me he doesn’t
relinquish control easily or often.
Bet I can change that.
Brian
He still thinks I’m going to hire him, which makes me a little uneasy. I suppose
only because I’m still thinking I should hire him. If I drop him off at his
hotel after dinner and don’t go inside we still technically wouldn't have
fucked. Ah shit, I need to get my head out of my ass! He sucked my dick, I
jerked him off, he is NOT going to come to work for me.
Miracle of all miracles I find a parking spot on the street not a block from
the sushi joint I’m thinking of. Of course, it’s on the edge of a dark alley
and my car is probably going to be stolen, but what the hell.
I kill the engine and reach across his lap to the glove box where I threw
my wallet earlier. Taking me by surprise, his fingers wrap around my wrist
just before I pull my arm back.
Our eyes lock and a mix of defiance and sexual chemistry fills the air. It’s
so thick I can taste it. There’s no denying our palpable connection, but on
any given Friday night (hell - any night of the week, for that matter) I'm
able to set off sparks with one or two guys. Of course, they’re not quite
like this.
Justin
I don’t know what makes me do it, but after he grabs his wallet from the glove
box I grab his wrist and let my fingers play over the exposed skin. Then I
stare him down like he’s what I plan on eating for dinner.
I
slowly lick my lips and breathe in the thick air surrounding us in this tiny
enclosure. I can practically see the goddamned sparks flying between us. If we
don’t have sex soon someone is going to spontaneously combust. Though I’m not
sure which of us will meet that fate first.
I lean in close to his face, letting my warm breath wash over him. I have to
admit, it’s pretty impressive that he hasn’t flinched since the moment I
touched him. He’s just watching and waiting. He’s letting me control the
moment, but only because he knows he can take back that control whenever he
needs to. Or so he thinks…
Then I kiss him, slow and easy. I kind of lean in fast to close the last few
inches that separate our lips, but then I go really slow - drawing out the
moment before we actually kiss. I finally let my tongue snake out and tickle
his lips before I use it to tease his mouth open and flick his teeth in a way
that demands entrance. I slide my tongue in and explore, enjoying what an
excellent kisser he is. This afternoon, things were rushed and frantic and a
little insane. I didn’t notice things like how long his tongue is and how red
his lips are. And one of his teeth on the upper left is a bit crooked, it
sticks out a little and I trace over that inconsistency with my tongue again
and again. As if that little thing is what connects me to his humanity.
I move my hand from his wrist to his thigh, sliding it along the inseam of his
soft, designer pants. I’d guess Prada, maybe Gucci? I may not know much about
fashion, but I do know that these pants would look better on the floor of my
hotel room. Then he takes his free hand and starts to explore the parts of me
he can reach.
"I’m not hungry anymore," I whisper into the kiss. He presses his
tongue further into my mouth, maybe in an effort to shut me up.
But then he pulls away and looks at me, really looks at me. I feel like he’s
evaluating who I am and what I’m about with one intense stare. Wish I could say
I understand any more about him after gazing into his beautiful hazel eyes, but
they’re not giving anything away. Bet that took some practice.
"I am," He’s nearly breathless and I love the way he has to push out
the words. He has a look on his face that’s nothing but trouble and I know he
isn’t hungry for food anymore.
He sticks his key back in the ignition and revs the engine. It’s the sweetest
sound I’ve heard all night.
Brian
I pull out into traffic, silently cursing how short these pants are in the
crotch. Visually, they fit well but in reality, my erect cock is screaming at
me right now.
"My hotel isn’t great," he says evenly as he glances my way to gauge
my reaction. He should realize by now that he won’t get one.
Silently, I keep driving, missing the turn that would take us back to his
hotel. I don’t know why I’m headed toward my place, but I am. If I analyze the
reason behind it I might get really pissed off, so I won’t.
I want to fuck on clean sheets, is that a fucking crime?
I can see the corners of his mouth curve into a slight smile when he sees that
we are obviously not returning to the hotel. I want to scream, but I’ll save it
for when I come inside him.
I pull into my garage and watch as his eyes take in the surroundings. I have a
nice place - even the parking garage reveals that. He's failing miserably in
his attempt to look unimpressed. It’s actually kind of cute.
"Coming or going?" I step out of the car and wait for him to make a
move.
He finally gets out and I hear his footsteps trail behind me on the way to the
elevator. I hit the button for the 11th floor and lean against the back
railing.
I notice the small, satisfied smile playing across his lips when he turns to
face me. It’s hot, but it makes me pissed as hell. I don’t make any move to
touch him, as it’s my only way of punishing him.
I’d have any other trick pinned to the wall moaning my name by now. As we pass
the seventh floor, I remember that they’re usually half naked by this time. As
we pass the tenth I feel my dick strain and reach out for the warm body next to
mine. Doesn’t matter what’s going through my mind right now, my body knows the
routine.
Justin
I just stand with my back to the elevator doors, staring at him with hint of a
shit-eating grin in my face. I admit it; I’m smug and satisfied. I know he had
no intention of taking me back to his place, but this is exactly where we’ve
ended up.
When the door opens on his floor, neither of us moves an inch. We just stand
stock-still, eyes locked on each other, daring the other person to make the
first move. The elevator doors slide shut, but still neither of us move to do a
thing about it.
Before I can register what he’s doing, Brian’s arms are around my waist and
reaching behind me. I hear him slam the emergency button and the elevator
shrieks to a stop just before a piercing alarm fills the air.
His lips are on my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he says, "It
takes seven minutes for them to get here." Without missing a beat my hands
are undoing his belt and my mouth finds a nipple through the thin fabric of his
gray shirt. I bite down just as my right hands slides down the front of his
pants and my fingers wrap around his erect dick. When I hear his gasp, I smile
to myself, very satisfied with his reaction.
He has no idea the kind of damage I can do in seven minutes.
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