12
“ R emy, it’s good to see you again.”
“You as well, Trent. How are things? How’s your daughter?”
“Good, she’s good. Getting bossier by the day. What brings you by?” Trent asked.
“I was in the area conducting some other business and wanted to stop by and see if you needed anything from me.”
Remy watched Trent think. He was sure it was about whether or not Remy was in town on business or if he’d only come to check up on him and not on anything he may have needed. He couldn’t say that he blamed him. Remy would probably think the same if he were in the other man’s position.
However, he didn’t believe that anyone should have to constantly check up on those they hired. Yes, check in and see if they need anything, but never hover constantly. Remy was doing the former.
Trent must have decided that he believed him because he shook his head after a short pause. Remy didn’t think he did. Since Trent was hired, if there was anything he was uncertain about or had a suggestion about, he wasn’t afraid to reach out.
“I am all good, but if I think of anything, I’ll get in touch,” Trent stated.
“Alright. Since there’s nothing needed of me, I’m going to get going then,” Remy responded. The two shook hands, and Remy walked out of Trent’s office. He took the elevator to the ground floor and got into his rental .
He had completed everything faster than he anticipated, and he was debating whether or not he wanted to fly back that evening or wait until tomorrow morning. He figured there was no reason he couldn’t enjoy the rest of his time there.
Pulling up outside the hotel he was staying at, Remy went inside and up to his suite. He’d see what restaurants were popular in the city and if there were any blues and jazz lounges.
He contemplated calling Lawrence, but he knew he was still at work. Instead, he grabbed his laptop and sat on the couch. He searched through the hot spots the city had to offer. Remy read the reviews on several of them before deciding on his two destinations for the evening.
He placed his laptop aside, turned on the television, and flipped through the channels until he found something to watch to kill a few hours before he left.
R emy stepped into the lounge a few minutes before ten. The soft jazz music filtered through the space as he walked to a two-top table and sat. He didn’t have to wait long before a server approached to take his drink order. He ordered a rum and coke, taking in the atmosphere as he waited. It was nice, mellow.
His server returned with his drink, and Remy thanked them, forgoing ordering food since he’d finished dinner not too long ago.
He was halfway through his drink when a woman approached his table. She placed her hand on the back of the other chair.
“Can I?” she questioned, and Remy didn’t miss how she looked him over.
“Sure,” he responded. He knew why she’d approached him, and he knew he could have sent her away, but he did not need to be unnecessarily rude, especially since she was far from his type.
He turned his attention to the band on stage, taking another drink from his glass. He could feel her looking at him the entire time. The silence hung between them until the band finished their song.
“Do you come here often?” she questioned, and Remy refrained from shaking his head in secondhand embarrassment. That would always be one of the weakest pickup lines he had ever heard .
“I don’t,” he responded, downing the rest of his drink. His server came over, and Remy ordered another drink.
“What brought you out alone tonight?” the woman then questioned.
She probed, trying to see if he was single or in a relationship—the same tactic he'd used the first night he’d met Lawrence. Remy contemplated whether to answer her or counter her question with one of his own.
“I’m in town for business and thought I’d check out this place.”
“How do you like it?” she asked, taking a drink from her glass.
“The lounge is nice.” Remy paused as the server returned with his drink and thanked him.
“But?” she inquired.
“What makes you think there’s a but?”
She shrugged. “Maybe it could be better.” She smiled at him, and he was sure she was attempting to be enticing as she tucked blonde strands behind her ear.
“You’re right,” he started. “It could be better. Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring my boyfriend with me on this trip.”
Remy watched as the smile slowly slipped from her lips. People's reactions when they found out he dated men never ceased to amuse him. He wasn’t sure why it was so shocking to them. Remy knew most of the time, people judged books by their covers, and looking at him, they automatically assumed he was heterosexual.
“I…hope you enjoy the rest of your evening,” she told him, standing.
“You as well,” Remy responded.
He sat there another hour, finishing his second drink and listening to the music. When he was ready to go, he called for his bill, paid it, and left the server a generous tip.
As he headed to his rental, his phone vibrated. Remy pulled it from his pocket, got into the car, and saw that it was a reminder for a text. It was from Lawrence; he’d gotten it almost an hour ago. It read that he hoped Remy was having a good work trip and that he would call him Sunday when he got back.
Sunday was the original date Remy had given Lawrence for his return since he planned to fly back late Saturday night. However, he’d moved his return flight to tomorrow morning since he'd finished early. Remy figured he’d surprise Lawrence when he got back.
L awrence was ready to start his relaxation celebration. He had all his favorite snacks, and his couch was made up with his pillows and favorite blanket. He was dressed in his most comfortable shorts and a T-shirt, his hair still slightly wet from his shower.
He’d just settled in to begin the first movie in the Transformers series when there was a knock on his door. His first thought was to ignore it. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Alijah, Chayse, and Erin always called or texted him to let him know they were coming over, and Remy was out of town.
He intended to ignore it and brought up the play menu on his television, but the knocking came again. He rose and went to the door with a deep, irritated sigh. Lawrence was so annoyed at his celebration being interrupted before it started that he didn’t look through his peephole; he just flung the door open.
He found Remy standing on the other side of the door, dressed in a white crew-neck T-shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. Why did this man look so fine in something so plain?
“Hey, baby,” Remy greeted as he leaned in and kissed him.
“Hey, I thought you were out of town for work.”
“I was, but I finished early and thought I’d surprise you. Is this a bad time?”
Lawrence shook his head. “No. I like your surprise visits.”
He stepped aside and allowed Remy in, closing the door behind him. He led him over to the couch, and Remy looked around, raising a brow at all the junk food he had spread on the table.
“What’s all this?” he asked, returning his attention to Lawrence.
“I closed the biggest contract we’ve seen at the company in the four years I’ve been there, and well, this is how I decided to celebrate.”
Remy smiled at him. “Congratulations, baby.”
“Do you want to stay and celebrate with me? It will consist of watching movie series and eating junk food. ”
“I will, but we have to feed you real food at some point.”
Lawrence abstained from rolling his eyes. He planned to eat some real food around dinner time. If greasy pizza counted as real food. However, he refrained from telling Remy that and pulled the other man down on the couch beside him.
Picking up the remote, Lawrence pressed play and leaned back on the sofa. He knew he’d crack open some of his snacks before the movie was over.
Halfway through the film, Remy got up and told him he would be back. Lawrence assumed he was going to use the bathroom and stretched out on the couch while he was gone.
When Remy returned, Lawrence sat up, giving him space, but Remy pulled him back down as he sat. Lawrence didn’t think much of it; his attention was captured by the fight scene on the screen when the other man pulled the front of his shorts and boxers down.
Lawrence turned his attention to Remy and bit his bottom lip. “You know I’m watching this, right?”
Remy smirked at him. “I’m not stopping you from doing so.”
He took Lawrence’s dick into his hand and slowly stroked it, and he moaned softly, watching him until Remy gripped his chin and turned his attention back to the television.
“You said you were watching. So, watch,” he instructed, and a few seconds later, Lawrence felt the warmth of Remy’s mouth around his dick.
He gasped at the feeling as he bit his lower lip. He wanted nothing more than to watch Remy as he pleased him, brought him to orgasm, as he unraveled at his ministrations. But Lawrence knew that pulling his eyes from the television to do so would have him unable to walk tomorrow and possibly the following day, which he didn’t need because he had to work.
Remy bobbed his head slowly as if he was in no hurry to get Lawrence off, and he was sure he wasn’t. He knew that the other man preferred a slow, building torture. A delicious burn, and with neither of them having anything planned for the day, he knew Remy would take his time.
Saliva collected in Remy’s mouth, the warm wetness engulfing Lawrence. Surrounding his dick as if it were wrapped in heaven. He began to lift his hips each time Remy came down, his eyes fluttering as he stared at the television where he had once been viewing an epic fight scene. Now, Lawrence wasn’t seeing it at all. It was a mix of colorful blurs as his focus was on the man slowly sucking his dick.
His hips continuously lifting in sync with Remy’s movements, Lawrence was only vaguely aware of the other man pulling his shorts and boxers down more until they were entirely off.
He couldn’t stop himself from closing his eyes as Remy took him as far down as he could and swallowed around him.
“Fuck, Remy.”
He’d been so caught up in that action that he hadn’t heard the cap of the bottle opening. It was only when Lawrence felt one of Remy’s lube-covered fingers at his entrance, slowly pushing in as he continued to give him oral pleasure, that he was made aware. He realized Remy had not left to go to the bathroom but to get lube from his bedroom.
For the next ten minutes, Remy sucked his dick as he worked him open with his fingers. When Lawrence was close to cumming, he’d remove his mouth and was careful not to brush his prostate. When he stopped short of Lawrence cumming a second time, he found himself whining as Remy released his dick and pulled his fingers from him.
“Remy,” Lawrence whined wantonly in exasperation, his attention turning for the first time since he’d told him to watch the movie.
Remy smirked at him as he opened a condom and rolled it down his dick. Lawrence wasn’t even sure when the other man had freed himself, being so caught up in the pleasure Remy was giving him.
He pushed one of Lawrence’s legs off the couch and placed the other over his shoulder. Remy positioned himself at Lawrence’s entrance and began to push in slowly.
“Patience, baby,” Remy spoke as Lawrence arched into him, being filled in the most pleasurable way. “I want you to cum from my dick alone,” Remy informed him as he bottomed out.
Lawrence knew he wasn’t looking for a response to his statement. He was just telling him how it would be, and Lawrence knew he’d have no problem making him cum from his dick. It was how he’d learned Remy enjoyed getting him off the most.