Chapter Sixty-Six
“Get a load of that,” Dexter said, as the shuttle van pulled into the parking lot of the diner.
“Oh, my,” Minnie added.
“Ms. Mattie would be so proud,” Florence said as she pulled out a tissue, dabbing it under her eyes. “I’ve never seen the place look so good.”
“Ya gotta hand it to Jamie. When that man makes up his mind, he just goes and does it,” Walter stated.
“It’s amazing,” said Hazel. “I can’t wait to see inside.”
“Welcome back,” Jamie said, nearly shouting. He looked back towards the front of the diner. “So, what do you think?”
Florence, the first off the little bus, practically ran at Jamie, pulling him into a big hug. “Oh, Jamie. I can’t believe it. It’s all so beautiful.” She let out a small sob. “Ms. Mattie would be over the moon.”
Jamie greeted each of his staff members. “Come on in.” He motioned to the driver, who was Dexter’s cousin. “I’ll give you the grand tour.”
After the tour, the group all sat and had a good chat. They told Jamie, Joesph, Salzy, and, of course, Mike all about their trip. Each had a good story to tell.
When Jamie saw Minnie and then Timmy have a big yawn, he said, “We have time later to get more caught up on things, but I can see ya’ll are tired and could use a good night’s sleep in your own beds.”
“Yes, I’m pretty beat,” Dexter said, standing and stretching. “I’m lookin’ forward to my own bed for sure.” He gave Jamie a big hug. “Ya done a fine job here, Jamie. I’ll see you in the morning.”
When Jamie finally got them all out the door and then locked it, he was excited but exhausted. “Come on,” he said to the other three men. “There’s nothing that can’t be quickly cleaned up tomorrow. I know everyone is as tired as I am. Let’s call it a night.”
“Fine by me,” Salzy said, stretching and yawning.
“Me too.” Joesph went through to the kitchen, heading for the back door.
Mike reached out and took Jamie’s arm. “Mind if I stay over? I don’t have to be on base until nine thirty in the morning.”
“Sure.” Jamie smiled and leaned forward and up for a kiss. “You’re welcome anytime.”
Mike pulled Jamie into his arms and kissed him deeply. Jamie could feel the scratch of Mike’s five o’clock shadow. Who knew I’d be into beard burn?
Jamie started to giggle. “What’s so funny?” Mike asked, his brow knit together.
“It’s your stubble. It scratches, and that is kind of a new thing for me. I just now realized I find it very sexy.”
“Oh, really, now?” Mike smiled. “I will remember that.”
“I hope you do.” Jamie kissed Mike again. When he broke the kiss, he said, “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
“That’s music to my ears,” Mike said, letting Jamie take his hand and pull him through the diner, up the stairs to his apartment.
Jamie let Mike undress him. It appeared to be a thing for the guy. Of course, Jamie let him and then watched as Mike undressed, revealing his ripped body. “I think I could get used to watching you get naked.”
Mike straightened up and looked at Jamie intently. “I need you. I need you inside me.”
“Oh? I thought it was going to be my turn.” Jamie smiled. “Sadly, for you, I don’t have condoms or lube, so it’s going to be either oral or nothing.”
“Ya think?” Mike reached into his gym bag that he’d brought in after they left the diner. He pulled out a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube. “Boy Scout. Remember?”
Jamie burst out laughing. “Yes. I remember, and you do them proud.”
“Since I provided the necessary supplies, I get to call who gets to bottom.”
“Fine. Okay,” Jamie huffed, exaggeratingly. “Do with me what you will.” He spread his arms out.
Mike grumbled a low growl. “I might just do that.” He flicked the overhead light off, leaving only the nightstand lamp on.
As he did the first time, he crawled up the length of Jamie’s body, nibbling, licking, and sucking as he went.
By the time he reached Jamie’s lips, he kissed him, and Jamie was squirming.
“You’d better slow down,” Jamie said, breathing heavily.
Mike kissed Jamie on the nose. He tore open a condom and quickly sheathed Jamie’s dick. Then came the lube, a generous portion for Mike. Looking at Jamie, he asked, “Ready?”
“Yes.” Jamie hissed. “God, yes.”
As like the time before, Mike lowered himself, his knees on the bed. “Fuck,” Mike hissed, his face scrunched up. “Damn, you’re big.”
“I’m not going to last long,” Jamie panted.
“Me either,” Mike said.
Jamie glanced down and Mike’s throbbing cock, a thick string of precum leaking down into Jamie’s pubes.
Mike breathed deeply when he bottomed out, Jamie’s balls resting against his ass. “God... that feels good.”
Jamie was panting, concentrating on not coming.
Mike leaned down and kissed Jamie passionately, not moving, letting Jamie’s dick rest inside him. He pulled back. “Marry me.”
“Not... now.” Jamie leaned up to kiss Mike.
“Yes. Marry me.” Mike raised his ass up and then let his weight fall back down. Jamie’s eyes bugged out. “Marry me.”
“I’m close,” Jamie muttered.
Mike raised up and slammed his ass back down, his eyes never leaving Jamie’s. “Marry me.”
“You don’t... know me.” Jamie moaned as he tried to raise his hips, but Mike’s weight kept him in place.
“I know enough,” Mike repeated, fucking himself—Jamie’s dick getting a good workout.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” Jamie whispered, his face strained.
“Marry me.”
“Are you ever going to give it up?” Jamie asked, now frowning.
“No.” Mike slammed his backside down, eliciting a groan from Jamie. “Marry me. I’m not giving up.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Jamie cried out, gripping Mike’s thighs.
“If you just say yes, I’ll let you cum.” Mike gave Jamie a quick, but heated kiss. “Marry me.”
Jamie blinked his eyes, not seeming to focus on anything.
Mike began to hunch his hips, as if he were twerking. “Marry me.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jamie said, throwing his head back into the pillow.
Mike stopped, causing Jamie to whine, lifting up his head. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“No. Just marry me.” He started grinding his hips down, doing a rotating motion.
“Oh, fuck.” Jamie’s eyes rolled back into his head. “I’m so close.”
Mike froze, not moving a muscle. “Look at me, Jamie.”
Jamie struggled to open his eyes. He looked into those beautiful blue eyes.
“Marry me, Jamie. Just say yes.” Mike jerked his hips back and forth slightly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, yes. Yes, I’ll fucking marry you, now will you get on with it?”
Mike pounded down on Jamie’s dick.
“Yes! Finally! Thank God!” Jamie and Mike both froze. “It’s about damn time. Now will you hurry the hell up? Some of us want to get some sleep!”
Mike looked at Jamie and roared with laughter.
“Buy some earplugs, Joesph!”
Even after being interrupted by Joesph, it didn’t take long for Mike to finish Jamie off, and then he busted himself, hitting Jamie in the mouth, chin, and chest.
“I need to make sure there is a towel close by from now on,” Jamie said as he crawled out of the bed, reaching for the underwear he had worn that day. He looked at Mike. “Do you always cum this much?”
“Well... I do cum a lot, but I think it’s more with you.” Mike got his own boxers and wiped himself down. “I think I need a shower.”
“Sure. I’ll get you a towel.” Jamie opened his bedroom door, took a quick look around, and dashed to where the extra towels were, then came back and handed one to Mike. “I’m going to make sure that when this place gets remodelled, the shower is big enough for us both.”
Mike kissed Jamie deeply. “I like that idea.” He kissed him again. “A lot.” He looked down and then back at Jamie. “Do I need to hold off on the shower?” Mike’s eyebrows were raised.
Jamie tilted his head up and kissed Mike lightly. “I would like to say yes, but...” He pointed towards Joesph's room. “I think we’d better not.”
“We can be extra quiet,” Mike whispered.
“No, that man has hearing like a sonar. He can hear a pin drop from across the road.”
“I sure can!” Joesph piped in. “Please, just take your showers and be quiet!”
Mike laughed as he left the room, Jamie watching the muscles flex as Mike walked. “Damn.”