10. Rishi
10
Rishi
I t was still a lot of hurry-up-and-wait on the Julio Fernendez situation, though it was nice to know that there was something happening, even without further details. Fortunately for us, we had a whole new pastime. I kept working out every morning, having brought several small pieces of equipment with me. I was good at taking care of myself wherever I was, and a regular workout was part of that for me. Now that I had Cas ogling my chest whenever he thought I wouldn’t notice, I had even more incentive.
It turned out that now that we’d seen each other naked — or mostly naked — Cas had taken to watching. He used to either stay in bed until I was finished or politely ignored me and tapped on his tablet, but now I could feel his eyes on me as I did push-ups or squats, and once I thought I heard him moan as I did a plank. I did the only logical thing a man can do when the hot guy who gave them an out-of-body-experience blow job is watching and appreciating: I switched to doing the plank one-armed.
I did a full set, then hopped to my feet and looked at him.
Cas’ mouth was practically hanging open, and then my eyes dropped to his lap. “Why Mr. Hallie, are you smuggling baingan ?”
Cas frowned in confusion. “What?”
I laughed hard and walked over to drop to my knees in front of him. “It’s Hindi for eggplant,” I purred into his ear, cupping his erection.
Cas blinked, shocked for a second, then laughed roughly. “I could be,” he teased. “And I happen to know that you enjoy eggplant, so we should talk.”
I grasped his dick through his basketball shorts and rubbed my thumb over the head. He growled softly, his hands going to my hips. He leaned forward to kiss me, and I crowded in a little closer, angling carefully so I didn’t put pressure on his limb. I turned up heat on the kiss and traced the veins on his erection deliberately. His fingers digging into my skin sent shivers up my spine.
“Do you want to?” Cas asked when I released his mouth. His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, and his shorts had a wet patch over the head of his dick.
My response was to lean away and strip my tank top over my head, humming when his hands slid up my torso before I had the black material completely over my head.
“Can I do something?” I asked after a little more kissing and groping, and he nodded hard. “Trust me,” I said, and picked him up bridal-style like I had done to get him up the stairs to his apartment the first day.
Cas gasped, clutching my neck, then moaned and pulled my face to him to plunder my mouth. “You said you’d carried bigger men than me while wearing a full pack and I almost pitched a tent right there,” he said when he pulled back to suck air.
I laughed even as he kissed me, and when I sat him on the bed, he began to rid himself of his clothes. I stripped my pants while still chuckling. “I have,” I said. “And I could throw you over my shoulder if I wanted, too, but the ceilings are a little low for that.”
Cas stopped with his shorts halfway off and stared for a second, then groaned. “I don’t think this will be all that shocking to you, considering, but I like rough sex. The mental pictures you’re giving me right now could make me weep.”
I was about to ask why, when I realized it was because that was all off the table for now. “We’ll have to save up,” I said, not caring what that sounded like. I didn’t know how long I would be here, protecting him, but I already knew I wouldn’t want to leave him when the protection gig was over. Every fiber of my being clamored to give Casimir everything he wanted in every way he wanted it. The moment he was physically able to let me pin him to the bed and rail him till he screamed, I wanted to be there.
Cas chuckled, though it sounded a little desperate. “Yeah, well, maybe not all of it…” He said, eyeing me. I was naked now, and his eyes were on my dick like a Golden Retriever on a tennis ball. That mental comparison made me laugh, and his eyes flicked up to my face before they resettled on my erection, and that made me laugh harder, which brought out the frown lines on his forehead.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, crawling over him as I got myself under control. “I had a funny mental image, kind of like the eggplant, but it was not important. This is important.” I lay between his legs and kissed him, pressing against him. “Tell me, Casimir, are you a top, bottom, or are you versatile?”
Cas groaned and pushed back against me. “Vers,” he said. “You?”
“Same,” I said. “I’d enjoy fucking you as hard as you’d like, but I also enjoy taking a ride sometimes.” I kissed down the side of his neck, still rubbing us together. Our combining pre-come made it better and better as Cas dug his fingers into my back. It was reminiscent of a massage, and that gave me more ideas, both filthy and not, but they weren’t important right now, either. I was supporting myself on my forearm, and I worked my other hand down between us and grasped our two dicks together, thrusting and gliding my thumb over the heads.
“You’ve been enjoying the morning entertainment,” I said, low and rough. “I know you’ve been watching me. Why do you think I’ve started doing it in an undershirt? Do you just watch, or are you fantasizing about me? Have you imagined me fucking you, hauling you around like you weigh nothing?”
Cas gasped. I felt a generous spurt of wetness on my hand, and I chuckled. “Have you pictured yourself riding me while I lift you up and down?” I stroked in counterpoint to my thrusts, and his breathing got rougher and rougher, sounding like he was getting close. I gave up words then and just kissed him, tangling our tongues and teasing his mouth, drinking up his pleasured panting. His back bowed, and he came apart beneath me after only a few more strokes. I gave the last few hard pulls I needed to finish before he got too sensitive, then collapsed carefully beside him.
I felt Cas shiver several times, a happy little hum with each one, and smiled. He wrapped his arm around me tightly and nuzzled into my sweaty neck, then sighed. “A-plus dirty talk, Rishi. You should go into voice acting.”
I chuckled and pulled away, fishing for tissues from the nightstand. “Should put one of those packages of body wipes over here,” I mumbled, mostly to myself, and I heard him huff softly.
“Do you plan to make more messes?” he asked, his eyes soft and lazy, one arm on the pillow next to his head.
I just looked at him for a moment, struck silent by how handsome he was, and then lifted my shoulders in a shrug. “If you’re going to be looking at me like that, definitely…” I said.
Cas grinned, and once I cleaned us up, I lay back down and he cuddled back into me. I couldn’t imagine a single thing I wanted to do more than that.
***
I was in California to do a job, but I had taken the California job because I wanted out of Denver. Since I left, I hadn’t heard from my ex, and I was good with that. In fact, a small part of me wished that my apartment would be empty when I finally went back — if , a small voice whispered — when I thought about how Cas looked at me while we were in bed.
The day after Cas and I had that post-workout fun, my lucky streak came to an end.
I saw the number on my phone and sighed, aware that Cas’s head came up as I answered the phone. “Daniel.”
“Rishi, my love… It’s been forever.”
That surprised a sarcastic laugh out of me. “Yes, I know. I believe it’s been… hmm… three months and twelve days. In other words, not nearly long enough.”
Daniel sucked air, and I could picture him clutching imaginary pearls. He was the theatrical sort. “Rishi, pet, please. You know you don’t mean that. It was all a misunderstanding. You haven’t checked in, and all John will tell me is that you are on assignment.”
“I am on an assignment. A long-term assignment. And once I’m done with it, I’ll be back to move everything out of the apartment.” I felt Cas watching me. I had never told him expressly what my relationship status was or discussed my life in Denver. I hadn’t volunteered, but on the other hand, he had not asked, either.
“Rishi, be reasonable. There is no way you’ll be able to make rent without me. Where will you go? The Alden Security building? You know the apartments there are supposed to be for temporary situations.” Daniel’s tone was becoming condescending. It had always annoyed me, but he often made good points, so I had ignored it and put it down to me being too sensitive in the past. Now, it was just irritating. John and David would give any of their employees, or friends, a place to stay for as long as someone needed it. That’s why the apartments were there to begin with.
“Well, I guess I will move farther afield then. Do you know, California is really, really nice?” I glanced at Cas again, taking in the raised eyebrows. “John is getting more and more contracts out here; I’m sure he would be able to find another post for me.”
Daniel began to laugh. “You’ve found a little boy toy, haven’t you? My, my, who is cheating now?”
Anger shot through me. His act had ceased to be even mildly amusing. “I told you it was over the same day I saw the photographs,” I growled.
“Maaaybe, but I never said I agreed….” he singsonged.
“Fuck off,” I said. “I don’t need your consent to leave you for cheating on me.” I hung up the phone and dropped my head to my chest. I just breathed for a minute, then looked up to see Cas frowning at me. I sighed and laid my phone down as he tilted his head, still frowning.
“So…?” Cas asked.
“My ex,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “I broke up with him just before I came to California to work at the shelter. As he seems to enjoy doing, however, he is now rewriting history and attempting to insist that we didn’t actually break up, because he didn’t want to.”
Cas hummed, and I looked at him closely for the first time since the phone rang. His frown lines were fully visible, and his body was tense. “So he wants you to go back to Colorado?”
“Apparently so, but as I said, I’m not really interested. I was actually very happy when John offered me this job because it meant I had a reason to stay here.” I stood up and went to sit next to Cas on the sofa.
Cas nodded, his eyes focusing on me, jumping around the room, then back to me by turns. “So, is that why you’re sleeping with me?”