Chapter 50 Noah
Noah
I didn’t want to look appealing, and I certainly didn’t want Zhan to look appealing, but didn’t he take a shower, lotion his body, and pull on the red raw-silk boxers I’d given him for his birthday?
The ones that he looked totally scrumptious in!
I always thought they were for my eyes only. I guessed I’d thought wrong.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Zhan laughed when he turned around to see me standing in the dingiest, holeyest pair of drawers I could find. In fact, I’d pulled them from the bag of rags we kept for dusting the furniture.
“Yes, I am,” I said defiantly. Zhan just muttered something and reached for his Levi’s.
“I don’t want to do this, Zhan. I don’t!” I whined, crossing my arms across my chest and stomping my feet into the green and gold area rug on the bedroom floor.
Zhan turned toward me, his eyes filled with disappointment. “But you said you would. You promised.”
That I had.
“Well, I’ve changed my mind.” I couldn’t look at that pained expression on his face any longer, so I turned my attention to the window. “I won’t do it.”
Zhan stayed quiet for a moment. “Okay,” he murmured as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said in a defeatist tone. “But I think you should be the one to tell them.”
I didn’t want to be the one to break it to them. I didn’t want to look like a chicken, a wimp, a scaredy-cat!
“Fine.”
***
Ray-Ray greeted us at the door. He was dressed in vibrant green silk lounging pajamas.
I could immediately tell that he didn’t have any briefs on because his manhood was swinging freely beneath the material.
For a brief second I regretted my decision.
Averting my eyes, I brought them back up to Ray-Ray’s face and smiled brightly. “Hey.”
“Well, good evening,” Ray-Ray responded, and kissed me lightly on the cheek, then did the same to Zhan. “Come in, come in.”
The lights were dimmed, and there was soft jazz playing in the background. Incense was burning on Buddha stands in all four corners of the apartment. “Sit down. Aldo is still getting dressed. We figured we’d unwind with some wine and cheese here before heading over to the hotel.”
Zhan looked at me and nodded his head for me to begin.
I opened my mouth just as Aldo walked into the room.
I knew Aldo had a nice physique, but I didn’t know how nice.
He hadn’t bothered to dress and was standing in the doorway wrapped in just a blue and white terry-cloth towel.
He’d fashioned his silver hair into the style Elvis Presley had made famous.
His lips looked remarkably pink, and his chest appeared to be chiseled out of granite. My heart quickened.
Ray-Ray approached him and placed a long, smoldering kiss on his lips. As he did so, Aldo reached around and caught a good bit of Ray-Ray’s behind in his hands and squeezed.
Zhan and I watched, shifting uncomfortably in our seats as they carried on as if we weren’t even in the room. I felt my dick begin to stiffen. I looked at Zhan and saw his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat. Something that happened whenever he was turned on.
I loudly cleared my throat just as Ray-Ray reached for the knot on Aldo’s towel.
“Oh, dear me,” Ray-Ray said, turning around and looking at us. “Please forgive me.” His face had a crimson sheen to it. I didn’t know if it was from the heavy foreplay I’d just interrupted or the fact that he was embarrassed.
“Yes, please excuse our display,” Aldo added, and then he said, “Wine?”
“It’s that damn Cupid is what it is,” Ray-Ray said as he walked toward us.
His dick was as stiff as a corpse and seemed to be pointed right at me.
Zhan’s mouth opened and then closed, and then he stood up abruptly and mumbled something about helping Aldo with the wine.
I was left alone with Ray-Ray and his dick.
“Cupid?” I asked, looking down at the floor. He certainly wasn’t making it easy for me. Already I felt my conviction crumbling. I pressed my knees tightly together and tried to think of something that would kill the heat growing in my groin area.
“Yes, Cupid. Haven’t you heard about it? It’s the newest thing in sexual stimulants.”
“Oh, what is it—some type of pill?” Why was he just standing there in front of me like that? In a minute I was going to rip those fucking silk pants off and suck him off like a Tootsie Pop! And what was up with the heat? I was burning up. Or at least I thought I was. Could horny feel this hot?
“No, it comes as an incense stick,” he said, and pointed at the burning incense sticks around the room. “My brother, Jo-Jo, and a cousin of mine developed it. It’s all the rage.”
“Oh, wow,” I muttered and wiped at the perspiration on my face. “May I have some water?”
“Of course you can, but I’d rather you wait until we’re ready to”—he paused, then smiled wickedly before grabbing his dick and shaking it at me—“hit the sheets, because the water really intensifies the mood. Aldo and I have had three glasses already, hence our erotic display.”
Oh, great!