Chapter 22 - Film Night #2
They went to bed, and despite having come about thirty minutes earlier, they got wrapped up in the proximity and heat of each other once again.
The bliss of the moment overtook rational thoughts, and for the first time, it wasn't about the explosion of release; it was slow and comfortable, grounded, normal.
Two lovers being there for each other, supporting each other, loving each other.
They fell asleep curled up tight together that night, even closer than before.
Julian was the big spoon behind Callum as always, snuggled up, arms entwined, in the centre of the massive bed.
Outside, city lights shimmered on them through the glass windows they hadn’t adjusted, like a thousand silent eyes looking in, jealous of the happiness they had found in one another.
***
Sunday 26th Jan. 25
Sunday morning, they woke slowly.
This was now becoming one of Callum’s favourite moments of the week. No plans, no work, just time to relax with Julian.
For Julian, Sundays were usually spent working, planning activities for the week. But now he had a major distraction, and at this moment he was lovingly wrapped around it.
Callum’s body was warm and he could feel his heartbeat.
I love this guy, he thought to himself. I really do.
He’d been holding back from saying it. They’d only known each other just over three weeks, but it already felt like a lifetime for him.
He was desperate to say it to Callum, but he held back because he knew how he got overwhelmed sometimes, and he didn’t want to freak him out.
He gently untangled himself. Callum stirred but didn’t wake.
They’d not darkened the windows, so the light was waking the room.
Julian went to his dressing room and put on a pair of swim shorts.
He then went to the kitchen where he had some orange juice and brought a glass back for Callum, who was slowly waking up, peering sleepily out of one eye at him.
“Good morning,” Julian said, planting a small kiss on his cheek.
“Morning,” said Cal, mouth still half on the pillow, not yet fully awake.
“Stay here if you want, sleepyhead. I’m going for a swim,” he said.
“A swim?” quizzed Callum. “Where?”
“In my pool,” replied Julian as if he’d asked a dumb question.
“You’ve got a pool here?” Callum was suddenly fully awake.
“Yes, of course. Didn’t Martha show it to you when she took you around?” Julian looked confused.
“No, definitely not. I think I’d remember a swimming pool,” Callum said, sitting up and reaching for the juice. “I love to swim. I want to swim with you, but I don’t have any shorts.”
“Go naked. I wouldn’t complain. But if you want shorts I’ve got plenty. We’re roughly the same size; I’ll grab you a pair,” replied Julian, skipping off to find him some.
Returning, Julian threw back the sheets, exposing Callum’s erection, which he immediately went to play with. “No,” said Callum, batting his hand away. “I want to swim. Show me where this pool of yours is, please,” He quickly tucked his erection into the blue shorts.
“Follow me,” invited Julian.
They went through the bedroom door and to the door opposite. Yes, Callum thought, Martha never showed me here. He remembered he’d got upset in the bedroom, and that’s where she’d left him to gather his thoughts. He’d not explored, still feeling a bit like a visitor and not wanting to pry.
They stepped through the door and into the most amazing modern gym. Callum’s eyes widened instantly, his mouth dropped open.
“How have I not seen this before?” He walked around like a child admiring all the equipment. Julian watched him, happy at his amazement.
The room was dark grey with black rubber flooring, lit by spotlights, and had some of the most beautiful high-end equipment Callum had seen.
There were aerobic machines, including a treadmill, cross-trainer, stair-climber, rower and an exercise bike, along with free weights, benches, various weight machines, barbells and medicine balls neatly stacked on a rack.
It was so well equipped. Over to the left was an area where a blue neoprene suit was hanging attached to a control unit, “Wow, this is a Vacunaut suit,” Callum said, going over to explore.
“Yes, but I’ve never actually used it,” Julian replied, following him over. “Do you know how it works?”
Callum did know all about these suits, having helped a previous client with one.
“Yes, it’s tight-fitting neoprene that should be used for thirty-minute low-intensity workouts, designed to target stubborn fat around the belly and hip area.
” He looked at Julian with a confused look on his face.
“Julian, who has zero fat in those areas to begin with…” He laughed.
Julian shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”
Callum continued. “It uses a mixture of vacuum technology and tight compression to increase blood flow, which supposedly helps fat metabolism and improves circulation.”
“Do you think I have any issues with blood flow around the groin area?” Julian asked, with a smirk, gesturing to his groin in his swimming shorts.
“Ah, definitely not,” Callum replied, feeling the rubber of the suit in his hand. “You know these became famous after Robbie Williams posted himself on social media, walking around in his? It’s how he got into shape for the ‘Rock DJ’ video, I think it was.”
“Yep, I think you’re right.”
“Oh, I so want a go in this,” he said.
“Like you need it,” replied Julian, “there’s not an inch of fat on you.”
“But there will be if Martha keeps cooking us such lovely meals,” Callum replied.
“Oh man, I so want to work out in here; I love it,” he said, looking around the gym, and at Julian who was just admiring him with a smile.
“And we shall, gorgeous,” he replied. Seeing Callum’s excitement gave Julian such a feeling of warmth. He took his hand and guided him to the door far across the room.
Callum’s attention was now drawn to the wall of glass opposite, through which he could see the swimming pool.
He realised the wall was all bi-fold glass, with a traditional door far right.
Julian pressed a button, and the wall of glass hummed, then slowly retracted, shuffling along to the left, opening the gym and pool area into one.
“Now that’s cool,” said Cal, beaming. “I am loving this whole area, which I didn’t even know existed until just now. If you ever need me, you’ll find me in here,” he joked. “I love the idea of being able to work out with the wall open to the pool.”
“Hold that thought,” Julian said, playfully.
They stepped out onto the patio that bordered the pool. The area was covered by a curved glass ceiling in panels, which Callum could now see, also retracted.
“So, with both retracted, you can work out, outside.” Julian smiled at him.
“That is so smart,” Callum said as he leant in to kiss him. “I love it. I will use it. We will use it.”
So, this was an indoor pool that could also be an outdoor pool in the summer months with the roof open.
There were loungers and umbrellas to the right and far left a BBQ, range cooker and comfy lounge seating with tables.
“Oh, Julian, this would be great for summer BBQs and pool parties,” he exclaimed with glee, thinking how much Sophia and his other friends would love this.
The idea of his friends meeting Julian and loving him as much as he did filled him with warmth.
Julian laughed and wrapped his arms around him, kissing him. He was so proud of Callum, his childlike innocence and happiness at the smallest of things.
“Then we shall have pool parties and BBQs, don’t you worry, but today, right now,” and he walked them both in small steps towards the pool edge, “we are going for a swim,” at which point he tumbled them both sideways into the pool.
It was a lovely temperature, and they were soon performing a mix of swimming, messing about and having fun. At some point, they both shed their shorts, wrapped around each other in the warm water, aroused as usual, pressing into each other’s groin.
There was a shower in the corner with fresh towels on a unit beside it, so after their shower, they washed each other’s bodies, dried off and lay naked on two of the recliners, the Manhattan sun warming their bodies through the glass.
“This is the life,” signed Callum, happy and relaxed.
“It’s all yours, handsome,” Julian replied.
He looked over at Callum, admiring how lean his body was.
The definition of his six-pack was just crazy, as were his broad chest, huge shoulders, strong chin and features.
This immediately sent blood rushing to his dick.
He got up and straddled Callum on his sunbed, pressing his lips to him.
Callum reciprocated, and they showed their feelings again, resulting in them both getting rather messy, and needing a second shower.
In search of sustenance, they dressed and decided to go out for breakfast. They took the lift down. A lady was on duty at reception this time.
“Morning, Mollie,” waved Julian cheerily as they passed by. “Good morning,” she replied with a smile. “Mollie is the other receptionist when Julius is off.”
Outside the building, Julian hesitated. “Hmmm, what do you fancy, Cal?”
“Eggs” he replied. “Where’s good around here for eggs?”
“I know just the place, The Seaport.” He guided them to the left, around behind the building.
It was a pleasant day, although chilly. Julian wore a Canada Goose coat and had found Callum a North Face one, because Callum had again forgotten to bring any kind of jacket with him. “I love this jacket,” Callum commented once he had it on. It fitted him perfectly and smelled slightly of Julian.
“Have it, it’s yours! I think I’ve only worn it twice.”
“Wow, thanks,” Callum said. He would happily keep it. He got the feeling Julian would give him anything he owned or wanted. Was that a good thing, or a bad thing?