Chapter Seven #2
He slithered up and over and off the bed and ran for the bathroom.
I kicked my legs up and put my head on my hands waiting for him.
The sound of the water lapping against the boat was soothing, and I heard the water run in the bathroom, just a few bangs and clangs and just about two minutes later, he popped back out.
He jumped back up on the bed and slid back into the same spot and smiled at me over his shoulder again.
“You’ve been thinking about this.” My hands wandered over his ass again, just tracing circles.
“Maybe, I’ve been curious.”
“You know what they say?” I coaxed his cheeks apart again and there was the lovely little hole.
“What do they say?”
“Curiosity killed the cat. So, let’s save the animals.”
I touched my tongue to his rim, and he gasped and arched up. He’d use a spearmint wash, too, and it tingled. I hadn’t ever really done much eating out of my boyfriends or dates, because they didn’t like it—but here was Andrej, a willing and equally curious subject who wanted this.
The mews and gasps from up the bed let me know that my tongue was doing a very good job. And I was really enjoying making him squirm and tasting him.
He was trying to reach back, but I grabbed his wrist and held him still. He groaned, loudly. Huh. I reached up and grabbed his other wrist and held them together lightly behind him with one hand while my other hand was busy keeping him spread.
“Ohh… God. Quinn…” He groaned.
Picking my head up for a moment, I looked up. “Like that?”
“Yesss…” He struggled, but without a real pull to it.
I dropped back and his hips started moving under me, trying to get friction on his cock. I could see the red, nearly purple head peeking out from under his balls, leaking his precum.
Lightly, I slapped his cheek, and another huge groan came from deep inside him. “Oh, God, Quinn.”
“Mmm,” I hmmed right into his ass.
“Oh, shit, oh shit, keep going.”
He tried to thrust again, and I slapped his other cheek.
A gasp this time, followed by a hiss of breath.
I speared his hole with my tongue and hummed.
The panting was loud, and then he thrust against the sheets once more.
I leaned back up and slapped his ass again.
And then again. Never more than lightly, while holding his hands behind his back.
Andrej suddenly slammed his hips against the sheet twice and moaned loud and long. His cock twitched just a bit and then his release flooded out on to the bed, hard enough to reach the top of my chest. I didn’t let go until he was done thrusting on the sheets, hard, then slower, then stopped.
I let go of his arms, and they flopped to his side, seeming almost boneless.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, I had no idea.”
“What? That you like having your ass eaten? That you like a bit of restraint? That having your ass paddled would do it for you?”
“All of the above.” Andrej rolled on his side. “Hmm. You’re still hard.” He grinned. “Can I watch you come?”
“You’re not going to offer to finish me?” I teased.
“I think I have no bones left.”
“I can attest to that.” As I wrapped my hand around my dick, he chuckled and watched me finish. It only took a few strokes and looking at that wonderful body of his as he lay there, debauched, for me to come. My release joined his on the bed, and a little on his leg and stomach.
Wordlessly, I stood, trotted to the bathroom to grab clean up supplies, made sure we were both comfortable and clean, then slipped in behind him on the bed, curling up. He’d put on Spaceballs and was settling in to recite most of the movie without realizing it.
We both drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, trading kisses, another very lazy hand job, and more cuddling.
I found myself wide awake at two a.m., staring at him half waking up, resettling, and staring up at me, a small smile there.
Fuck.
This was what I’d always wanted. He had no idea who I’d been, who I could be again someday. He was just here because he liked me and liked being intimate with me and spending time near me.
I felt the same way, more than just a little.
But he was still paying for my time. Tara was right. I hadn’t kept my distance and now I was falling for a guy who paid for my company.
Andrej sensed my turbulence and tried to sit up. “What’s….”
“Just sleep,” I answered. “It’s all okay.”
But it wasn’t really okay. Not at all.
***
Andrej
I stared at the email.
Declined .
My brain wasn’t really keeping up, I couldn’t think. I just stared at the email with that one word.
Declined .
I sat down hard on my desk chair.
He’d declined the appointment. He’d declined the date.
Did he have something else to do? He wasn’t unavailable on the calendar, so why would he decline?
“Anj, you look like you’ve seen a ghost…”
Finally tearing my eyes off the screen, I found my manager standing there. “I just… ah…it’s complicated but I just got a very complicated ‘no’ from someone when I never would have thought they’d do that.”
“Ah, relationship troubles?”
“No. Yes? Maybe. I’m not sure.”
He cocked his head and stared at me. “Can you finish the day? You look a little stunned and spacy.”
Nodding, I flipped the phone face down. “Yeah, yeah. I need to unpack this later.”
It was really hard to ignore that email for the two hours until I could get out of the office and get to my car to call Foxy’s. And I had the phone connecting before I even had the door closed.
“Foxy’s.”
“Hi, my name is Andrej Krastins. I put in a request for date with Quinn, and it was declined. Could I find out why?”
“No, I’m sorry. We don’t pass that along.”
“I just want to find out if it was a conflict—”
“Our system would tell you if it was a conflict or unavailable. It is as direct as it can be with the reasons why the date was not scheduled. I can send another request through if you like.”
“Please,” I said.
I heard her typing in the background. It only took a moment, and she cleared her throat. “Sorry, Mr. Krastins. It’s declined.”
“And no reason?”
“No reason. We don’t pass that on, even if there was one.”
“There’s no…” No reason. “Okay, thank you.”
“Can I set you up with someone else?”
“No, no, thank you.” I clicked the call off and stared at it for a long moment.
Why would he decline? I search my memory to try and remember if there was anything he had to do today. I couldn’t think of a thing, but the fact that his sister was sick jumped to mind and I got worried that he was declining because she was in trouble.
Why didn’t I have his phone number? Or email?
I pulled out of the lot and headed toward the ferry. I knew where he lived on Bainbridge. I made the decision to head there and make sure that everything was ok. And get his phone number.
Naturally the ferry to Bainbridge was insanely crowded at the end of the workday, I had to wait for the second ferry. Which made the trip that much longer and I really hoped that Tara was okay.
I got out of the car and sat on the upper deck while we crossed, and I realized that I probably could have just taken my own boat across the Sound. I would have been about an hour ahead of where I was. I was also going to get stuck going back on the ferry.
We were unloaded quickly, and I headed south to where I knew his house was. I had been there twice to drop him off after hitting a bar in town. He and his sister lived in a cute little cottage that they rented on the south side of the island not far from the ferry.
I parked in front of the house and walked up to the door to ring the bell.
Before I could, a voice barked at me. “What the hell are you doing here?”
I spun to the right and found Quinn standing there, and I felt like a stone was lifted off my shoulders. “Oh, Quinn. You’re okay. Is your sister—”
“What are you doing here?” he snapped again.
I took a step back. “Quinn? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
“You have a lot of nerve showing up here,” he said. “A lot of it. Did you come here to make sure that I was humiliated, completely?”
A horrible feeling roiled through my gut. “I sent a request and you declined. I—”
“Damn straight.”
“What’s going on?”
“Get out of here, Andrej. I can’t believe I fell for this again. Get out of here. Don’t come back. Forget who I am, forget we ever met.”
He threw down his rake and walked around the back of the house and left me standing there. I blinked a few times.
Had I done something? I couldn’t even begin to fathom that I had…
“Andrej?” came a quiet voice from the door.
I turned again this time to the front of the house. There was young woman standing in the door, and she was motioning me closer. I obeyed, and she held out her hand. I wrapped my hand around her’s and she placed her other hand on top of mine.
“Take this. Go home. Call me later. I need to explain things to you.”
“What--?”
“Ssh. Go. Don’t let Quinn see you again. I’ll explain.”
She drew her hands back and walked back into the house, closing the door.
I stared at the door, the house, the whole situation.
This was why I had stopped dating. This was why I didn’t care about sex, sexuality and relationship. I had no idea what was going on that this man had decided I suddenly wasn’t worth the time.
I’d spent over two hours trying to get to this house, and I was turned away and heading back in just about two minutes.
Fuck this shit.
Once I was back on the Ferry, I slammed the car in park, yanked the emergency brake into place, and just stared straight ahead.
I wanted to know, and I didn’t want to know.
I really liked Quinn. He was a good guy—or I thought he was.
Our dates were fun, our chats were interesting, and the sex was good.
The whole thing was revelation in my life—I was definitely gay and didn’t have want to go back to dating women. Sofia had been right, and for all of my vaunted IQ points, I didn’t have enough to realize I was gay and that Quinn was going to turn out to be a jack ass.