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<Christian>
::bounding
up the stairs like he has been doing every night for the past week after he
cleans and locks up the bar::
Hey
Joe, you're sure stinking up the place good!
<Joe> Hey Kiddo! I just took a shower. I
hope you mean with the lasagna I am warming up for you.
::laughs and
pulls the food from the oven. Dividing the portions evenly::
<Christian>
::laughs::
Of course I mean the food. You always smell yummy.
::winks
at the older man and jumps in what he has started to think of as his chair::
You
need help? ::diving into the hot food before waiting for an answer::
<Joe> ::smiles at the blond. He has almost
gotten use to the flirting. He has come to realize that no one is safe.
The kid
flirts. He breaths and he flirts. Both come naturally to him.:: No I got it.
::placing
garlic breadsticks in front of him and a big glass of the boys favorite drink.
Milk::
You need something else? Salad?
<Christian>
Nah Joe,
this is good. I made the mad tips tonight. I got over 100 bucks. ::reaches in
his pocket and lays the wad of cash on the table:: It's been a good week.
::looks down and pushes at his food with a breadstick:: I think this should
make it enough to get that apartment you took me to see the other day.
<Joe> ::gets up and pulls down the cookie
jar with Christian's tips he has been saving all week. Adding the money and
counting it really quick:: You have 854.00. That should get you set up good,
with lights and everything. ::smiles. And feels a twinge of regret. He will
miss not sharing his loft with the boy. He has grown on him::
<Christian>
::looks
up at Joe and smiles:: But I don't have to leave tonight do I? ::lifts a big forkful
of food to his mouth and inhales it grinning at him::
<Joe> ::grins:: You better not, your turn to
do dishes! ::cuffs the boy playfully and goes back to finishing his own meal::
<Christian>
::they
finish the meal, with chit chat about this customer and that waitress.
Christian gets up to clean the dishes and start the dishwasher, singing
softly::
<Joe> ::watches the boy for a few minutes
them mumbles something about good night and makes his way to the super sized
twin bed. Thinking once again, if he had bought a king-size bed, the kid would
not have to sleep balled up on his sofa::
<Christian>
::taking
a shower he thinks about how much he will hate to leave here. He loves living
with Joe. and being a flight away from work makes it very convenient. What can
he do to buy more time to stay here? Steal his own money? No, Joe will know.
Washing his hair he broods on the problem::
<Joe> ::turns to face the wall listing to
the shower run. Methos said he had a crush on me. My sleeping cock twitches
it's self awake at the thought. He is beautiful, sexy, and funny. Grasping the
insistent member through my boxers I stroke it absently thinking about those
cerulean twinkling blue eyes, the way he looks at me sometimes just undoes me.
I have jerked off more the last week than I did the whole year I was 15. ::
<Christian> ::crawling out of the
shower, drying off and wrapping a towel around his midsection. he stands in the
bathroom door for a minutes watching Joe's back. the slight movement of his
arm, the heavy breathing, is he jerking off?:: Joe?
<Joe> Huh? ::doesn't stop touching himself::
<Christian>
Need a
hand Joe? ::grins at the other man's back::
<Joe> ::reaches under his boxers and closes
his eyes:: No, have two good hands. Got an extra set of legs?
<Christian>
I have
two I could wrap around your waist. Hell, I bet I could even ride you until
dawn. ::watching his back::
<Joe> ::moans softly and increases the speed
of his hand:: I am fresh out of saddles kid.
<Christian>
I like to
ride bareback. it seems you do have a saddle horn? Or are you too stingy to
share that? ::moves to the side of the bed::
<Joe> Come on Kid, let an old man whack off in peace huh? ::wonders
why he just didn't stop::
<Christian> Fine! I have a towel here for you. ::takes off towel
and sits down on the bed, handing it to Joe with one hand and wrapping the
other around his own hardness::
<Joe> ::finally turning to look at the blond
I am floored. He is jerking off with me, naked perfection in my bed, hard cock
in his hand, looking all the world like that damn proverbial cat who swallowed
the canary:: What are you doing? ::I say through gritted teeth, because I
almost came at the sight of him::
<Christian>
::grinning
up at him, I sweep the covers off and wrap a hand around the base of his
straining and leaking manhood:: I think you're just too shy to ask for a hand.
<Joe> ::moans out loud and wonders why this feels so right. This kid is
young enough to be my grandson for Christ's sake:: We shouldn't. ::places my
hand over his to still his movements::
<Christian> Oh come on Joe. We are both adults. All I want to do
is help you cum. ::plucks Joe's hand up and places it on my cock:: And I want
you to help me. Nothing major. Just a hand job between friends. Want to talk
about the weather? Would it make it easier to ignore the fact I am going to
keep stroking you until you explode and coat my hand with your hot cum?
<Joe> ::bites his bottom lip hoping the pain
will stop him from spurting as the blond says he is going to. Moving his hand
over the boy's erection. Mimicking what he is doing to me. I sigh deeply.
Someone else's hand always feels so much better than mine. And his hand, is
lethal. I think my eyeballs have started to sweat::
<Christian> Do you know how sexy you
are? How good you feel in my hand? ::murmurs softly increasing the speed of my
strokes:: I have wanted to touch since the day I saw you. You have no idea how
much you turn me on. ::leaning forward to nuzzle Joe's neck and whisper in his
ear:: I love the way your breathing has gotten shallow, and the way your arms
are trembling. You have me so turned on I am going to cum for you. Look what you're
doing to me. ::bites his neck softly even as he spurts in Joe's hand::
<Joe> ::falls under the spell of the words
coming from Christian. My satisfaction is talked right out of me as I finally
do coat his lovely hand just as he does mine. Gasping for breath and moving so
I can see my beauty's eyes.:: Damn.
<Christian>
Damn? As
in Damn, that was bad? Or as in Damn, Move in with me and do that to me every night?
::smiles at him shyly as he cleans up both their hands:: But if you ask me to
stay, I think I will want to ::grabs Joe's index finger and sucks on it:: Taste
you next time.
<Joe> ::pulls his hand away and smiles at
the boy affectionately:: You can stay as long as you like. I love having you
here. But you don't have to do anything like this to make me want you here. You
understand? ::waits to see if he really understands::
<Christian>
If your
saying I can stay if I don't try to touch you again, I might as well go.
Because I want to touch you again. Right now as a matter of fact. I want to stretch
out next to you lay my head on your chest and have you hold me and me hold you
until we drift off to sleep. ::lowers eyes:: I want it so bad, at this moment I
think it will break my heart if you send me back to the sofa.
<Joe> ::lays back and lifts the end of the
covers open for Christian to climb in:: I want that too. ::snuggling the boy
against his side he sighs softly:: Anything you want is okay with me. But I do
not want you to feel obligated. You're a young man, and you need to find
someone your age to settle down with be that male or female. ::dropping a light
kiss on his forehead:: I only want you happy.
<Christian>
Yeah?
::reaches up and kisses his lips tenderly, deep blue meeting hazel eyes:: Then
quit trying to push me off on other people. I am right where I want to be
"Old Man" ::giggles and buries his head in Joe's furry chest::
Anyway, I am harder to get rid of than cheap luggage.
<Joe> ::laughs and feels warm and tingly
inside:: But when you do want to go…
<Christian>
And when
you want me to go.. ::stops as Joe did letting the meaning hang:: But for now
hush up and go to sleep. We can burn that bridge when we get there. If we ever
get there. ::playfully bites Joe's nipple and cuddles him::
<Joe> ::runs my hand through the boys hair
and pets him to sleep. Good thing I have enough on Methos and Mac to keep them
quiet for a long time. Because I do not think I can hide the fact I have just
gotten lucky. Too damn lucky!::
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