Chapter 8 #2
Hugh launched into a lengthy explanation of his cocktail bar’s impressive history and the renovation project until he was detailing old cocktail recipes.
He didn’t strike me as a talker, so I assumed the word vomit was his way of avoiding any chat about his other job, and I was one hundred percent on his side about that.
Then I asked about his workout regimen, and it turned out Kirby and Hugh had a gym at home.
“Why don’t you go show Chase around,” Kirby said, “and we’ll put the dishes away.”
Jay looked at me with worry, but I smiled. I could handle Hugh on my own. Probably.
I followed him through the open-space layout to a small hallway with several closed doors.
After awkwardly pointing out the laundry room, closet, and the guest bathroom, he opened the last door and gestured for me to enter.
The room was a decent size and held a couple of stationary bikes, a rowing machine, a respectable assortment of weights, and a state-of-the-art pulley system. I stopped in front of it and whistled.
“Man, that’s a beauty.”
Hugh didn’t say anything, so I turned to face him. He looked like he was about to enter a dentist’s office.
“Look, I owe you an apology,” he said.
My eyebrows flew up. “It’s fine, really.”
“Well, Kirby won’t ever let me live it down if I don’t apologize, so…”
I swallowed a chuckle. “Let’s get it over with, then.”
“You seem like a decent guy. I’m sorry I suggested you were a leech.”
I was about to make a joke about how quickly he gave up under pressure from Kirby and Jay but thought better of it. Too much, too soon. “I’m really grateful you invited me to your home and that you’re giving me a chance.”
He heaved a sigh and nodded. “Okay. Let’s make a few drinks.”
The rest of the evening passed smoothly, with only a little gentle ribbing from Kirby toward Hugh. They obviously loved each other, which was interesting given how they’d met. In any case, I would never watch a movie starring either of them ever again.
After ten, we said goodnight, and Jay led me around the house to the other side.
I was about to enter Jay’s home for the first time. I tried not to dwell on the importance of this step so I wouldn’t get even mushier than I already felt.
Jay gave me a tour. The layout seemed an exact mirror image of Kirby and Hugh’s apartment, but it was less flashy—thank God—and contained clear traces of a young teen living there.
“This is Monty’s room,” Jay said, opening the door for me.
I glanced around the dimly lit bedroom. A huge Lego spaceship was the first thing to catch my attention. It took up an entire shelf above the writing desk.
Several skateboards adorned the walls, no wheels, just the boards, painted in crazy colors. Some of them appeared signed. By the artists? Or by some famous skateboarders? The bed was made, but the desk held a mess of papers, pens, game controllers, and charging cables.
“I told him to clean his room before he left, but it’s like he only sees half of it.”
“Hey, this is great. My room was way messier than this. I had the attention span of a hummingbird when I was his age.”
Jay turned the light off, and I followed him to another room.
“And this is mine.”
The large bedroom had a king bed and a balcony overlooking the dimly lit garden. A line of trees and other smaller houses divided the property from the road, and only flickers of headlights in the distance made it through the dark greenery.
I was in Jay’s home. In his room. This was real.
Jay hugged me around my waist.
“You were great today,” he murmured. “I’m sorry Hugh was such an oaf. Kirby must be chewing him out.”
“Your big brother is a good guy. I like him.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. He’ll get used to me.”
“Hm.”
“But you didn’t tell me about Kirby and him.”
“I didn’t know if it would make things better or worse if you knew.”
I sighed. “I’ve seen them fuck, Jay.”
He just laughed. “Yes, most people have.”
“I guess. But fucking hell, warn me next time, seriously.”
“Next time? Like, if I ever bring you into another porn star’s house?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Okay. Noted.”
I glanced around at the abstract art on the wall and the lounge furniture on the balcony.
“So, you’re well off, huh?”
Jay huffed. “Kinda. Still not used to that.”
“You didn’t tell me that either.”
“Does it matter?”
I turned in his embrace and met his gaze. “I don’t know. Does it matter to you that I’m not?”
Smiling softly, Jay shrugged. “No.”
“Okay. When we get married, I’ll sign a prenup. That should shut Hugh up, right?”
“Married?”
My throat went dry. Did I just put my foot in my mouth? “I meant one day,” I said weakly.
Jay was quiet. Then he said, “Okay,” and more silence followed.
I was about to start panicking when he smirked. “By the way, I’m not that rich. So if you’re in it for the money…”
I knew he was joking, so I poked his side, and he giggled.
Then he rested his head on my chest and stroked my back.
“The house is Hugh and Kirby’s, by the way. When they made it big, Hugh settled our debts, invested a chunk, and set up a trust for Monty. He did give me money, more than I ever wanted, and it earns me interest. But aside from Monty’s future, I don’t see what I would want to spend it on.”
“What? No designer clothes? Parties? Travel?”
Jay just laughed. “Traveling is nice. We went to Italy last year.”
“Fuck me. The food. I’d go for the food alone.”
“Mmm. The food was really great.”
He kissed the base of my throat lightly, and I pulled him closer.
“Can we make love, Jay?” I asked. “I want to make love to you in your bed.”
“Great idea. Let’s do that.”
I found his lips, and all the anxiety and awkwardness slowly melted away, replaced by desire.
Tonight, I wouldn’t bend him over and pound into him like we sometimes did, and it seemed Jay was on the same page.
We kissed for a long time, just standing there and not doing much else aside from sneaking hands under each other’s shirts.
Until he unzipped my pants and wrapped his hand around my cock.
Slowly, I lowered him onto the bed and tugged his jeans and underwear off.
I kissed the inside of his thigh and up his straining erection, then around his belly button and along the center of his chest, over his heart.
I could feel it thumping under my lips. I made love to his nipples, and he spread his legs, lifting his knees. He was growing impatient.
I kneaded his ass muscles as I sucked on his nipples, alternating sides. Jay writhed, lifting his hips.
“Please, Chase, need you inside me.”
I could never withstand his pleading tone. He was open and ready, and I could just line up and sink deep into him in one smooth movement.
Jay moaned. “There. Aaah. God, I love you.”
The mixture of happiness and arousal was heady.
All those feelings flared from my chest and met the waves of heat and electricity crackling through my muscles.
How could sex with Jay get any better? But it was pure uninhibited ecstasy.
I sipped his moans from his lips, fucking him slow but deep, and he held on to me, cradling me in his arms as his insides shivered and clenched around my cock.
“I love you, Jay.”
I happened to say it just as he began coming again, and he cried out. It was a powerful one; I could feel it in the way his inner muscles spasmed. I thrust harder, fucking him through it.
“I love you so much,” I rasped against his lips. “Love you.”
He threw his head back.
I’d brought Jay pleasure countless times. I was in danger of getting quite big-headed about it, in fact. But I’d never seen him as euphoric as this.
His climax went on and on, and I fed it with firm fucks straight into the mouth to his womb.
“Love you,” I bit out again. “Love you more than anything.”
“Chase!”
Drowning in ecstasy, coming so hard he was vibrating, he yelled my name.
My eyes burned even as I rushed toward my orgasm.
I would marry him one day. I’d marry the hell out of him.