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Brian rolled over in bed and watched as Abby walked to the bathroom. She was naked and sweaty. He closed his eyes and replayed the last hour in his head as he wiped at the perspiration on his cheeks and forehead. He recalled them leaving Monty's party and making the short trip to Brian's apartment. The lingering looks Abby gave him in the lift as they traveled to his floor and then how close she hovered around him as he unlocked the door to the flat.
Brian had pushed her up against the wall as soon as the door was closed and resumed their kissing session from the party. Hands roaming and mouths open and chasing tongue. There were still lingering effects from the pills they had both taken. They had parted only so Brian could try and cool the place off. Abby excused herself to the bathroom while Brian opened some windows and turned on some fans. He checked his bedroom quickly to make sure it was presentable and then sat on the bed as Abby finished and found him waiting.
"This is a nice place..." she commented as she walked over to him and pushed Brian down on the bed. Both of them enjoying the direct breeze moving over their bodies from the large table top fan nearby. Both of them kissing and groping the other. Brian laid on his back as Abby straddled his middle. She sat up and smiled at him as he reached for the hem of her dress and began to pull it up over her head. Brian's hands instantly found her waist and his hands ran up her sides as the dress disappeared and was tossed aside. Her bare breasts were large and swaying as she leaned forward a bit and Brian's hands quickly shifted over to cup and caress them. A moan leaving both their mouths at the touch. Abby closed her eyes and focused on the feel of Brian's hands on her body and his growing erection beneath her.
Brian found her form quite appealing and her breasts felt amazing. As he squeezed and stroked her soft flesh his mind drifted to how it would feel to run his hands across Roger's body. He tried to clear his head of the blond. He had this lovely creature on top of him now. Wanting and willing. Brian pulled her down to kiss her and force his thoughts back to the pleasure of being with her. Only her. Abby shifted lower on top of his body and centered their groins. Their bodies began moving in sync as their lips sought out each other. Tasting and grazing along warm skin. Brian moving his mouth to suckle at her left breast while tweaking the other's nipple. The heat between them built as Brian rolled them over and Abby fell onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh and Brian instantly reached for the waistband of her panties. Hoping to forget the blond in pleasuring this woman. Tugging the underwear down her legs.
His fingers slid inside as Abby spread her legs out for him. Dampness evident as Brian traced over her silky hair and then slid in between her lips to tease her tenderest spot. Abby lifted her hips in response and Brian shifted down the bed as he took hold of her thighs. She gasped as Brian leaned over and buried his face in her. Tongue flicking and lapping against her vulva and seeking out her clit. Abby melted into the mattress and reached into Brian's mass of curls with her fingers. Moaning in pleasure at his efforts. A long slender finger joined his tongue to slowly slide into her. Wet and ready, she accepted it and shifted her body to take it in. Soon Abby was close and a whimper escaped her mouth as her thighs clenched around his head and she came. Brian's cock ached as he tasted her orgasm and he kept working his finger inside her.
"Oh god! Abby cried out as her body quivered. Brian stilled his efforts and licked lazily over her one more time before pulling himself up and wiping as his wet mouth. Abby smiled hazily at him and pulled him towards her. Kissing and writhing at Brian pressing into her body with his own. She reached under him for the button on his jeans and Brian rolled off her so he could easily remove his clothes. Kicking away his jeans and briefs. Brian fell back naked on the bed as Abby giggled and took hold of his erect cock. She stroked it as she eyed him. Brian couldn't help but remember Roger's soft hand on him. Squeezing and rubbing at his tip. It made Brian groan to recall it. He forced himself to look at Abby as she bent down and took him in. Her warm, wet mouth was like heaven and he closed his eyes and savored the feel of her tongue working him over. This helped and he thought only of her and her talented mouth. She was quite adept at this and he knew she could quickly get him off if he let her.
"That's really good..." Brian groaned as a compliment to her. Abby licked and sucked and cradled his balls as Brian sighed heavily and anticipated what was to come. He closed his eyes and imagined sliding into her. Feeling her tightness and her heat. As soon as his mind drifted there, he found himself thinking of someone else being under him. Someone with blond hair instead of her long auburn tresses. His lean thighs spread and his head sloped back against the bed. Mouth open and begging Brian to go deeper and faster. Seeing this visual made Brian throw his eyes open and push Abby off his cock. He fought to contain himself as he almost came from the idea of it. He was breathing heavily and Abby giggled as he wiped at her mouth.
"Almost too much?" she teased and smiled at Brian as he laughed to lighten the moment. He purposely focused on looking at her. Trying to keep his thoughts contained to her alone. She sat on her knees and her breasts laid full on her chest. Her nipples erect and the curve of her hips enticing. He let out a deep breath and reached for her. She readily let him push her down on her back. She eagerly spread her legs to let him get between them.
"I'm on the pill..." she muttered to him as he bent over her to kiss her. He smiled at the news and reached down to stroke himself as he engaged her in a heavy kiss. Tongues tangled and he then pulled away. Brian shuffled closer between her thighs and pressed himself into her. Both their faces registering satisfaction at finally being joined. He slowly eased in and relished the tight fit. The warmth and the reaction from Abby. Her murmurs of approval and sensual smile. Brian braced his hands against the mattress and started to move. He watched her as he thrusted shallowly and began picking up his pace. Adjusting his angle slightly to get deeper as her eyes rolled a little and her mouth fell open. Enjoying his effort. "Oh...right there..." she said in a heavy whisper and grabbed at Brian's upper back to force him further inside. "Deeper..." she begged. Brian instantly remembered the words the blond had uttered to him as he gripped his cock and rubbed over the tip. 'I hope you'll think of me when you're buried deep insider her.'
The recollection of that moment sent Brian over the edge. He gripped onto Abby's body and began to slam into her. His hips met her thighs and she gasped as Brian lifted her legs up to get in deeper. He held one leg up over his shoulder and closed his eyes as he began to picture Roger watching them from a corner of the low lit bedroom. Smoking a cigarette and smirking as he soaked in the carnal activity taking place before him. Brian locking eyes with the blond and Roger reaching down to stroke himself. Brian fucked into Abby with absolute abandon.
"Oh fuck!" Brian cried out and took hold of Abby's waist. He bucked into her and his body stuttered as he exploded inside of her. Fingers clenched into her flesh and she writhed beneath him. Both of them were breathing heavily and sweat had formed on Brian's back and forehead. When he was spent, Brian loosened his hold on her and slumped backwards onto his heels. He let out an exhaustive sigh and shifted to pull out of her. Feeling overly hot and a bit dizzy. Abby moved to sit up and then rolled over to her side. She looked at Brian with a warm smile and began to scoot off the mattress.
"I'm a mess!" she said in a lighthearted tone and reached down and kissed Brian's shoulder before walking from the bedroom. He let his body fall over and he spread himself out to cool off and groaned at the feel of the wet spot in the center of the mattress. After closing his eyes and thinking about what just happened, Brian pulled himself to his feet from the bed and found his briefs on the floor. He managed to get them on and headed for the kitchen. He was hot and thirsty and began to crave the lemonade in his refrigerator. The bathroom door was closed and Brian kept walking and figured he would offer her something once she appeared from cleaning up. He poured himself a glass of the chilled beverage and began to take large sips as he walked into the living room to cool off in front of the open windows. The room was only lit by what was coming in from the kitchen. Brian could make out the now familiar space as he stopped and stood facing the windows. The lemonade was refreshing and he let out a massive sigh of relief after emptying the glass. It was still cold from the chilled drink so he rolled the glass across his forehead to cool it off. Between the cold glass and the night time breeze, he felt better. As he brought the glass down he noticed a tiny red light hovering in the distance. He focused his eyes on the light that appeared to be coming from the direction of the blonds flat.
"What is there to drink?" Brian heard Abby ask as he heard her footsteps in the nearby kitchen.
"There's some lemonade in the glass pitcher..." he told her as he kept his eyes on the small light that seem to flicker in and out of sight. It disappeared and Brian remained curious as Abby walked into the living room still naked and pressed a kiss to Brian's shoulder. He turned to look at her and she smiled and reached up on her toes for a kiss. Brian gave it to her and she made a sound of contentment and took a large sip of her drink.
"I probably need to go..." she announced. "I've got work in the morning...I expect you do as well..." she remarked. Brian nodded and smiled at her.
"I do..." he confirmed. Abby took a large sip of her drink and then set her glass down. She looked at Brian with anticipation and he knew she was wanting to know where they stood. "Leave me your number and I'll call you...if that's alright...." Brian remarked and she smiled widely and walked over to the dining table and picked up a pen and jotted down her number.
"I'm busy for the next few days...my sister is getting married...but I'll be home Sunday..." Abby replied. She walked over and handed Brian the slip of paper. They shared another kiss and she slid her hand down to stroke his cock through his briefs. "I had a good time..." she told him in a sensual voice. Brian nodded as her hand slipped away.
"Me too..." Brian responded. She disappeared to gather her clothes and Brian looked out the window again. Wondering where the light had gone and what it was from. Abby returned wearing her dress and carrying her handbag and shoes.
"Until next time..." Abby said and Brian escorted her to the door. She turned and shared another kiss with him before slipping out into the hallway. Brian closed the door and went back to the living room; still curious about the light. He stood in the same spot as before and peered into the darkness. Just as he decided to give up he saw the flicker of a flame in the distance. It erupted out of nowhere and he quickly ascertained it was a lighter. He watched as it moved a little and subtly lit up the blonds face as he lit a cigarette in the darkness of his flat.
Brian's breath caught at the quick sight of Roger as he realized the blond was standing in his flat watching him. Just as Brian had watched him before. It send a pulse of excitement through him as he stood and watched and waited. The embers from the tip of the cigarette remained visible as Roger inhaled on it. They were both fixed in their positions. Staring into darkness. Slowly the red spot disappeared and Brian somehow knew the show was over.
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It was another day filled with distraction as Brian did his best to focus on the manuscript in front of him. The hours crept by and he grew restless as he read over the pages and regularly got up to look out his windows towards Roger's flat. The shades were down so it was a fruitless effort. He finally finished reviewing the last page of a chapter and decided to call it a day. Brian carefully organized the pages and placed them in their folder and walked to the kitchen to refill his drink. He immediately stared at Abby's phone number that he had attached to the refrigerator with a magnet. It had been lucky that she was busy the next few days and he was grateful she hadn't pressed him for some type of commitment. He opened the refrigerator and contemplated what to have for dinner.
The restlessness from earlier today remained and Brian decided to go out for a drink first. He opted to keep it simple and pulled on a pair of grey trousers and a purple blouse he found in Margo's closet. He wished he had shoes like Rogers to wear as he found a pair of white clogs in his suitcase and did a quick check of his hair in the bathroom. It was too hot for makeup so he just used the lip gloss and left his flat to head for Smokey's.
A small crowd loitered out front of the club and Brian caught some attention from one of the boys leaning against the wall. They exchanged a smile as he went inside to get a drink. It was early in the evening so the club wasn't crowded. He ordered a whisky sour and took a seat at the empty bar. Not intending to be there long. Brian sipped his drink and surveyed the people inside. He saw a familiar face and found Vicky clearly trying to hit on a young guy. He smiled at seeing her deliberate efforts and hoped she got lucky. He finished looking around and focused on the door for any new faces. A new song began on the sound system. It was the telltale guitar riff that caught Brian's ear. He absolutely loved T. Rex's '20th Century Boy'. It was his private anthem.
'Well it's plain to see you were meant for me
Yeah, I'm your boy, your 20th Century toy'
Brian was singing softly to the words as he kept watch on the door. It opened and to his delight Roger appeared through the entrance with two new girls on his arms. They were all smiling and he noted that Roger instantly heard the song and began swaying his hips to the music and singing it loudly. The girls stepped away from him to let him strut across the linoleum floor wearing a pair of denim coveralls and no shirt underneath. Brian was certain they were women's coveralls but they looked amazing on the blond as he jutted his hips and tilted his head back. The girls looked on in awe as Roger headed towards the bar. Brian's excitement at seeing him built as he soaked in his dancing moves and confident swagger.
Roger got closer and slowed down as he eyed Brian seated there; watching him. He formed a impudent smirk and strolled right to him. Brian could feel his heart race increase as they locked eyes.
"See something you like?" Roger asked him as he took a seat on the stool next to Brian.
"What do you think?" Brian asked back out of nervousness and a desire to tease. Roger leaned towards him.
"Buy me a drink and I'll give you my answer..." Roger replied as the girls arrived at his side. Before Brian could react one of the girls gestured at the bartender.
"Can we get three dark and stormies over here?" the girl requested. The bartender nodded as the girls lingered by Roger and gave Brian a once over.
"I guess I don't get my answer..." Brian told him as he swirled the contents of his drink. Roger laughed and leaned into the brunette girl next to him.
"Sorry...I promised Valerie she could buy me a drink..." Roger advised. "Brian...this is Valerie...and this is Donna..." he told them and they all smiled and offered a basic greeting.
"How do you know Roger?" Valerie asked Brian as she eyed his curls.
"We live in the same building..." Brian answered. "And you?" Brian asked out of curiosity. Here were two more girls in the blonds life who he seemed quite chummy with. There seemed to be an endless supply of them.
"We know Roger from our life class..." Valerie revealed and winked at Roger as she spoke. Brian knew a life class was an art course. He had no idea Roger was an artist.
"Are you at art school?" Brian asked Roger. The girls both giggled and Roger smiled widely at them both. Wearing a somewhat smug grin.
"He's not in the class...he's our life model..." Donna announced. Brian remembered that this type of class generally provided a nude model so the students could study the human form. And Roger was the model. So this was one of Roger's occupations! He was suddenly envious of these ladies.
"And you've become acquainted outside of class then?" Brian questioned and Valerie formed a knowing smile.
"Yes..." she confirmed and her and Roger shared a knowing look between them. "I guess you can say I've seen him at his best and at his worst....and au natural in both!" she boasted. Roger chuckled as the bartender walked over carrying a tray of drinks. They were set down in front of the group and Valerie handed the man behind the bar the money.
"So! Brian!" Roger said as he picked up his cocktail. "What brings you to Smokies on a drab Tuesday night?" Roger asked him. Brian shrugged as he held up his drink.
"Just having a drink before I settled on what to have for dinner..." he remarked and took the last sip of his whiskey sour. He contemplated leaving as he was finished and Roger had company so there wasn't the chance to chat with him about their last encounter. He sat in silence as he watched the girls whisper to each other and pick up their drinks.
"Excuse us..." Donna announced and she took Valerie's hand and they walked towards the bathroom. Roger watched them walk away as he took a drink and Brian found a chance to ask Roger something that was beginning to intrigue him.
"Can I ask you something?" Brian asked politely. Roger nodded as he took another sip.
"Sure! Fire away!" he responded with amusement.
"You told me that you earn your living from doing 'a bit of this and that'..." Brian reminded him. "I guess nude modeling is one of those?" he questioned. Roger smiled as he set his glass down and pulled out his cigarettes. He offered one to Brian who declined.
"It's like this..." Roger responded as he lit his cigarette. "I like the good things in life..." he stated and then took a long drag. Brian watched as Roger slowly exhaled and found his mouth incredibly sensual as he released the smoke. His pink lips forming a tantalizing shape. "But most of the best things ain't free...to quote an old friend of mine!" he advised Brian as he smiled at the reference.
"So get a proper job...." Brian commented. It seemed logical to him. He waited for an answer as he watched every movement Roger made with his body. Soaking in his presence. Roger shook his head as he tapped his cigarette on a glass ashtray.
"I'm not the type who can handle a regular nine to five gig..." Roger told him honestly. "It's dull and soul killing and I find life is much more exciting if you get by on looks and charm!" he confessed with a touch of arrogance and winked at Brian as he leaned on his elbow on the bar. Brian knew one thing; Roger had plenty of charm and his looks certainly got him results in life. It occurred to Brian that some aspects of what the blond might do to get by bordered on criminal or at least morally corrupt behavior. Just what all was Roger willing to do to make ends meet?
"Are you a prostitute?" Brian finally blurted out. He suddenly wondered if it was a mistake to ask but Roger just chuckled as he took another drag from his cigarette.
"I like to say that I am an opportunist..." Roger replied as he looked directly at Brian. "I see a chance to get a free night out or someone willing to pay my bills or buy me some clothes...I take it..." Roger confessed. "The ladies enjoy my company and sometimes they get to enjoy my cock...and it is a mutually beneficial arrangement..." he said bluntly. Brian found his frankness engaging. He seemed unapologetic for it and Brian couldn't help but admire it to a degree.
"Speaking of ladies enjoying cock...did you have a good time last night?" Roger asked casually as he watched Brian for a reaction. The question took Brian by surprise and he couldn't help but smile.
"Yes..." Brian answered softly and felt his stomach flutter at Roger bringing up the topic of last night. He looked into those hypnotic blue eyes and felt like he was falling under a spell. After the bold confession of the way the blond earned his keep and seeing Roger dressed in those snug coveralls; he was falling fast. The blond leaned closer to him and laid his hand on Brian's thigh. It only enhanced the feeling of being transfixed.
"And did you think about me when you were buried inside Abby?" Roger asked him in a direct manner and slowly slid his hand up towards Brian's cock. Brian's breath caught at the feel of his hand inching closer and his reminder about those words.
"Yes..." Brian confirmed and closed his eyes at the sensation of Roger's fingers dancing over his growing bulge. Brian wondered if anyone could see what Roger was doing. It both scared him and enthralled him. Roger now leaned into his ear and whispered.
"And do you think about burying your cock inside of me Brian?" he asked him in a teasing tone. Brian's heart thudded in his chest at the consideration and with Roger's fingers beginning to press down on his cock. His eyes remain closed as he clenched the edge of the bar rail and nodded his answer.
"Yes..." Brian confessed. He felt Roger's lips brush against his ear as he moved back to his position on his stool and Roger's hand slid away from his body. It was such a teasing gesture.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Roger asked without looking at him. The blond picked up his drink and took a sip as he waited for answer.
Brian's head buzzed with the possibilities of how to answer. What would it take to get the blond in his bed? Did he have to pay him to sleep with him? Was Brian willing to pay to fuck him? Have one night with him? And if so, what was the cost to have him? He felt unsure what to say. Afraid to give the wrong answer and lose his chance. He sat and mulled it over as he opened his eyes and looked over at the blond to gauge how to answer. The stress of it was making Brian begin to sweat and the armpits of his blouse were damp.
"Hey Rog! We got us a table!" Valerie suddenly shouted towards them. Brian turned to see the girls gesturing toward Roger as they took a seat at a table several feet away. Roger waved to the girls as he turned to look at Brian.
"I'm heading over...want to join us?" Roger asked him in a casual voice. Like what he had just said and did to Brian had never happened. Brian glanced over at the girls who were talking about something. They looked right over at Brian and smiled. But he felt he couldn't bear another night of sitting and watching Roger work his magic with a girl and probably go home with her. Let her enjoy his company and his cock. He felt Roger was taunting him by coming on to him and then quickly refocusing his attention on the girl at hand. She obviously offered something of value to him and Brian wondered if he could even compete. He also wondered if Mel was just another customer and not really the blonds girlfriend as had been implied. His brain felt addled by it all and left him a bit weary.
"I think I'll pass...thanks though..." Brian replied. He stood up and waved to the girls to be polite and then looked at Roger. "Have a good evening..." Brian said quickly and went to walk away. He was stopped as Roger reached out and grabbed his arm. He turned to see the blond looking surprised about Brian's leaving.
"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Roger asked him as he quickly glanced over at the girls and back at Brian. Clearly having some plan in mind.
"I'm not interested in spending another night watching you get off with someone else..." Brian said to him abruptly. "I guess since she bought you a drink you're obliged and all..." he told him wearing an irritated expression. "See you later..." Brian said and tugged his arm loose as he walked to the exit.
"See you later..." Roger responded and Brian heard him before he slipped out of the club.
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Brian poked his fork into the Chinese takeaway box and pulled out another piece of sesame chicken. He took a bite and watched the banal variety program on the black and white television. After getting home and seating himself in the living room chair he tried to forget about his encounter with the blond. The evening was cooler tonight and he found the breeze coming in the windows had helped relax him. Brian had left his blinds pulled halfway down to avoid any temptation to watch Roger's flat for signs of life. There was no sound of music or activity and it had left him relieved.
There was an appalling comedy act on the program and Brian groaned at the overtly obvious jokes being made. He stuffed another piece of chicken in his mouth and set the container on the end table as he considered changing the channel. The telephone rang and Brian swallowed the chewed up bite as he got up and walked to the telephone table by the hallway. He wondered who of his cousins acquaintances might be calling so late.
"Hello..."
"Can I ask you something?" Brian recognized the raspy voice of the blond despite some background noise in the phone line. How did he get this number?
"How did you get my number?" Brian asked him with growing curiosity.
"Stanley and Margo Blevins...." the blond replied. "The phone number is listed..." he explained. Brian was impressed that Roger remembered his cousins name. He had only mentioned it once in conversation. Brian now shifted to wanting to know what his question was.
"Go ahead then...ask me..." Brian responded. He could still hear background noise and wondered if the blond was calling from a bar.
"I am getting ready to go home with Valerie..." Roger announced. Brian instantly was annoyed at Roger calling just to tease him.
"How is that asking me something?" Brain quickly replied with his irritation evident.
"Hang on!" Roger rebutted. "Before I leave with her I wanted to see what your offer might be..." Roger declared.
"My offer?" Brian responded even though he knew exactly what Roger was implying.
"Yes...your offer...." Roger said back in a cavalier tone. "I just thought I would see what you propose before I decide to spend the night with her...." he said bluntly.
"You mean how much I am willing to pay to fuck you?" Brian countered bluntly. He suddenly had the realization that he was nothing but another customer. Another opportunity. Even though he found the blond incredibly desirable; Brian found himself being turned off at the notion of having to bid for his company.
"My...my...." Roger said back in an admonishing tone. "Just go and take the luster off it all...why don't you?" he said and then chuckled into the phone.
"I don't see what is amusing?" Brian questioned in a curt tone. "I mean you are just calling for a bid...it's just business...right?" he added. "What is the going rate Roger?" Brian asked him. "How much do people pay for your company and your cock?" he questioned.
"Well it sounds like you aren't in the mood for either..." Roger responded gruffly. "Perhaps another time?" he commented.
"Perhaps not!" Brian replied and slammed the phone down. He made a huffing sound as he turned to walk back to his chair. The audience's shrill laughter coming from the tv program suddenly got on his nerves and he switched it off. Brian began to feel foolish about his entire obsession with the blond as he collected his food cartons and his glass and walked them to the kitchen. He cleaned up and tried to ignore the irritation he felt with that man and with himself.
Brian checked to make sure the front door was locked and got ready for bed. He washed his face and teeth and was drying his mouth when he heard the buzzer for the door. As he pondered who would be visiting at this hour the thought crossed his mind it could be the blond. As soon as he considered it he dismissed it. It was either a friend of his cousins or possibly Abby.
Brian reached the door and peered through the peephole and his mouth fell open in surprise. Before he could talk himself out of opening it, he undid the bolt and opened the door.
There stood the blond right in the doorway. A foot in front of him. Still wearing those same denim coveralls and his hands were shoved in the hip pockets. His face wore a look of contrition and Brian hated how much the expression appealed to him right now. Seeing him appear remorseful about their phone conversation. Regretting his actions.
"What are you doing here?" Brian said to him and tried to retain his annoyance from earlier. It was diminishing with the presence of the enigmatic creature. Roger was gazing at him with those puppyish blue eyes and his long eye lashes only enhanced the effect.
"I have a confession to make..." Roger announced. Brian wasn't sure if he was intrigued or annoyed all over again. Was this just more game playing?
"Oh yeah?" Brian asked. "Go on...." Roger formed a devious smile and took a step closer to Brian.
"I find it really hot when people play hard to get!" the blond revealed and waited for Brian to respond.
Brian hated himself as he let go of all his ire from earlier and grabbed Roger by the straps of his coveralls and dragged him through the doorway.