Chapter 17 - Boredroom Antics #2
Callum bending over the same weight bench, upper body half-turned, looking intensely into the camera.
His shoulders were huge, his waist small, his round butt filling the screen with his cheeks parted, framed by the worn straps of the jock and one hand resting on his hip.
The weight of his genitals was clear in the pouch of the jock hanging low between his legs.
But his butt was the clear focus of this picture, a beautiful butt now burned onto the back of Julian’s retinas.
He adjusted his position in the chair; his dick was now fully erect and very uncomfortable in the constraint of his shorts and suit trousers. If he had to stand right now, he was doomed.
Julian couldn’t respond to Callum immediately, although he was aching to. He had to feign attention for a few minutes at least, until everyone relaxed and refocused back to the meeting. When he was happy that they were suitably distracted, he opened his phone again.
Julian: Cal. Jesus. I was so shocked I dropped my phone and stopped the whole meeting.
NO issue, though, so don’t fret. You have excelled yourself in both your shock tactics here, and your photography skills.
You never cease to amaze me. That last picture has me feeling warm and fuzzy, and wet and sticky LOL.
“Julian?” his lead analyst asked. “Do you agree with the revised valuation?”
Julian looked up, eyes dark, pupils dilated. He looked like a man who was about to go to war. He was totally clueless as to what they were even talking about at this point. He quickly scanned the slide. It was about offer valuations and caveats, nothing too worrying.
“I think the valuation is fine, but we’ll need to engage legal on it, please,” Julian said, his voice a gravelly rasp.
“I’m not sure about everyone else, but I think we need a break.
I have an urgent matter I need to attend to, so let’s do a thirty-minute recess.
” He looked over to Kerry. “Kerry, could you maybe show everyone the new analytics wall? I think they might find it interesting, and I’m sure fresh coffees are due. ”
Kerry quickly picked up on the fact that Julian wanted them all out and duly shepherded everyone from the room in a matter of minutes, giving him a nod and quietly closing the door behind her.
He called Callum instead of texting; he just wanted to hear his voice. “Hey, what’s up?” he said cheekily as if he were the most innocent guy in the world.
Julian checked the room one more time. It was empty, doors closed.
“My dick thanks to you,” he said, desperately trying to adjust himself whilst discreetly facing the window.
“You are one naughty boy, Callum West. The first two pictures I thought were stunning; the third one just… stunned.” He laughed, and Callum laughed too.
“So, what are you up to today when you’re not creating soft porn images to send me? ”
“Well, I am here alone in the gym. Rosie, our receptionist, has gone to buy some office supplies. I have no idea where Jack is, but we have nothing booked until around twenty kids are coming in for a session at 2 p.m. although I do need to go and get some food though; I’ve not actually eaten anything today and it’s now, 11:45 a.m. Wow, no wonder I’m starving. ”
Julian listened to him talking away, with feelings of pride and contentment. This felt like real life. It felt normal.
“Okay, go get yourself some food. I can’t have you wasting away on me. You need to keep those muscles fed. Did you have a chance to check your calendar yet?” He let the words dangle, hopeful for a date.
“Yes, I did, and I was going to text you but got distracted… texting you. Nothing on tonight, so I can come over this evening if you fancy it, or too soon? I only saw you this morning?”
“You know I fancy it.” Julian sniggered at his own joke before continuing.
“That would be great. The only issue is I might be a little late because we’re taking these visitors to an exhibition at the Met around 4 p.m., so it depends on how long that takes.
I should be home by 7 p.m., but if you get there before me, just go up and help yourself to anything. ”
Callum wasn’t following. “Err, how am I supposed to get in without you there, though? I don’t have a key?”
“You don’t need one. Sorry, I forgot to explain. You remember the thumbprint scan? That registered your print. It’s a million-pixel, super-secure system. Your thumbprint now gives you access to the building, the penthouse, the lot,” he paused, “makes sense?”
Callum was silent for a beat too long. “But that was the first time I’d ever been there, Julian; how did you know you’d even want me back?” The insecurity crept in again like a dark veil…
“Oh, I knew, trust me. I just planned ahead. Remember Cal, I go after the things I want in life.”
A wave of warmth, far deeper than the thrill of the sexting, washed over Callum. He was moved, almost dazed, by the level of trust Julian had silently granted him. It felt nice.
Julian continued. “There’s a scanner outside the main doors.
Say hi to whoever is on duty in the lobby, probably Julius, I think - lovely guy.
Just say you are Callum. They all know your name, then same thumbprint at the lift and you’re straight to the top.
The building and the penthouse will recognise you.
Go in, make yourself a drink or food, whatever, explore…
.. whatever. Nothing is off-limits for you; you have full access. ”
Callum was still a bit stunned. “Okay, mmm, full access, I like that idea.” Several thoughts crossed Callum’s mind at that precise moment involving full access to Julian, not his apartment. “I think I get it. I’ll try anyway and hopefully see you later.”
“No, you will see me later,” Julian said in a confirmatory tone.
“Okay, yes, but just to check, you want me to bring an overnight bag? You want me to stay over?”
“My God, yes, of course I do,” Julian quickly blurted out. “You don’t realise how excited I am that I’ve got you all evening, and I get to fall asleep and wake up with you. I’m so excited, I can’t wait.”
Callum was pleasantly surprised by how excited Julian sounded about this. He’d known the Titan and was starting to understand the man. “OK, see you later then, man mountain,” he added.
“Later, handsome,” Julian added, and hung up.
He took one last look at the third picture.
Jesus, it was hot. The fun he was going to have with this guy.
He adjusted himself again, trying to cover his modesty.
He tucked the phone away, straightened his tie, and took a deep, steadying breath.
Right, I’d best go and find my visitors, he thought and left the boardroom on the hunt for Kerry.
He found the group mostly standing by the new video wall displaying various data feeds, something Jason, his Head of Technology, had recently completed. He made small talk, ensured everyone was okay for coffee, before sidelining Kerry. They moved to a quiet corner of the floor.
“Thanks for getting rid of them, Kerry. Just had a call I needed to make.”
“Is everything ok?” she asked with concern.
“Yes, fine, thanks, just a personal matter, nothing to worry about. I meant to ask you, that personal trainer you hired for me, Callum West. Where did you find him, or rather, how did you select him?”
She looked flummoxed for a moment, then thoughtful, as if remembering, “Oh, he was from one of the closest gyms in the area. There aren’t that many in lower Manhattan, so I had to extend the search out to Brooklyn. That’s where his gym is. I then drew up a shortlist to select from.”
“Okay, I understand, but what made you pick him specifically out of all the potential trainers?”
“If I remember correctly, his client reviews were glowing, and out of all of them, he was by far the most handsome,” she said, innocently.
“I hope he’s working out okay for you, but I can get rid of him if not, and we can review the rest of the list together?
” Now concerned she’d possibly made a bad choice. She had no idea just how wrong she was.
“No, not at all Kerry. He’s working out beautifully, thanks.” He smiled to reassure her.
“Are you okay, Julian? You seem a bit odd today, somehow.
“Yes, I’m actually really bloody great, thanks Kerry, really great.
” He smiled, turned, and strode back to his visitors, legs strong, back tall.
The Titan was back, professional, focused, outwardly invincible, but inside already elsewhere, stomach filled with butterflies, counting down the very minutes until he was back home to see his boyfriend.