They’re lying next to each other, looking up at the stars, drinking beer from the bottles that are clutched loosely in their hands and David wonders if it it’s time. Is he drunk enough to voice what’s been preying on his mind for the last few years? He opens his mouth and then stalls at the first word. He can’t even decide what to call his friend. They all sound wrong. Not one of those names fits like it should. James is too formal and Jim is too buddy-buddy and Jimmy… Well, Jimmy is what David calls him when he’s thinking about stuff he shouldn’t.
“Jimmy?” He’s feeling brave.
James rolls on his side and looks at him with eyes that have this spark hidden deep inside them. “Yeah, babe?”
David almost whimpers. How the fuck can this man do that? He’s so at ease with everything.
David has been inviting James down for weekend retreats in his cabin for almost a year now. At first it was with a group of friends and now the group has whittled away down to just the two of them. It’s been deliberate on David’s part; the more rumours he’s heard, the more the list of friends has shrunk down. Now there’s just him and James and he wonders how long he can keep this up. Taking a deep breath he hides behind the armour of being comfortably drunk and leans in.
“Those rumours about you and Nick Brendon?”
“All true.” James grins naughtily. “And even better in duplicate.”
Fuck, David feels his cock stiffen. The thought of James sandwiched between the Schultz boys is too good. He can see it playing out, a bed full of bodies, James licking his way round the twins, exploring all the similarities and mapping out the differences. Dave watches it in his mind, sees James opening up Kelly and sliding inside while Nicky eases his cock into James all the while staring at his brother and pretending that it’s okay when there’s a body in between them.
“Who else?” hisses David. He doesn’t know if he’s angry or turned on. He should get his cock out and jerk off over James’s dirty stories, maybe then it’d be over.
“Tony. He’s a good little fuck up, nice and subby. Likes to bend over and do as he’s told, especially in public places.”
David’s uncomfortably hard now. He watches James drain the beer bottle then lie back down on the grass at the edge of the lake, one hand tucked behind his head and the other idly rubbing at his crotch.
“Alexis and Alyson. Jesus, that was a long hard weekend I can tell you.” James grins, but then he sees David’s expression and the smile slides off his face. “It’s just for fun, man, and we’re always safe.”
“There are so many fucking rumours about you now.” He shakes his head. Is he telling James off for being a slut or not being a slut with him?
James looks away. “And I guess they’re all true. Wanna swim?”
Without waiting for an answer James strips off his clothes then charges across the blanket of pine needles into the lake, sending ripples shooting out over the glassy horror movie surface.
Dave watches silently, unlacing his shoes and wondering again if he’s brave enough to take what he wants. James is beautiful. David’s always thought that, even when his friend was white skinned and far too skinny. Now that James is carrying some extra weight and muscle and has that cropped dark hair David feels like he’s falling all over again. Problem is he still hasn’t picked himself up from the last time.
He follows James to the edge of the lake wanting to scream at his ineffectuality for setting everything up over and over again and being gutless every single time. He lets the icy water mountain water slither over his feet and wonders at this so weird relationship. They’ve been happy to be naked in each other’s company from the start – naked, hard, flirting, wanting. That’s how David has been anyhow and sometimes he thinks he sees a reciprocal need in James and it makes him feel so frustrated.
“I watched you and Christian out here,” he says, his quiet voice carrying over the stillness of the water.
“I know,” replies James, not looking back at him just edging further in and letting his body grow accustomed to the chill.
“Why?”
“Well, we’ve done the ‘who’ questions and now we’re getting to the ‘why’s’ – just the ‘what, when and where’s’ to go and you’ll be a real live journalist.” James smiles over his shoulder and dives into the water.
David watches, still only ankle deep at the edge of the lake and waits patiently for James to come up for air. When he does David’s ready. “Answer the question.”
“You want to know why I fuck everyone?”
David nods and stares at James who’s just couple of feet away now, body dripping with moonlight.
“Or d'you wanna know why I fuck everyone but you?”
David’s too damn exhausted to play. The game is over; he’s made an asshole of himself and he just wants to get dressed then slope off to lick his wounds. Pulling on his jeans he picks up the rest of his clothes then heads off up to the cabin.
“Because they’re fun and you’re not.”
Well that’s just great because, now, as well as feeling rejected, David’s feeling like a boring loser. He follows the flicker of light that guides him towards the safety of the cabin. It’s too warm for a fire tonight, but, God fucking help him, he wanted to set the mood. He can hear the splash of water and the rustle of twigs, but he’s not going to run ahead like a pouting brat or turn around like an ever hopeful lapdog. Nope. He’ll carry on walking up that path at his pace. From now on it’s all about him.
“Because they’re fun and you’re serious.”
David shivers at the touch of wet coldness on his shoulder.
“Because I wanted you to want me.”
David can’t help but double up with laughter over this. Want him! He’s done everything but kneel naked and beg for the last few years. In fact he’s probably done that a couple of times before passing out from the drink.
“Don’t laugh at me,” mumbles James.
David looks up, surprised to the point of confusion when he hears the hurt in the other man’s voice. He wipes away the tears from a whole gamut of emotions so he can see clearly again, but what he does see makes him shiver. The bouncy, life and soul of the party James has gone and has been replaced by a man, overflowing with pain, who’s sitting down on the grass, curled over and hiding his face in his knees. David has to concentrate hard real hard to hear the quiet words.
“I just wanted you to do something, you know. I wanted you to make the first fucking move.”
David sits next to him and they’re back where they started, minus one pair of pants and a couple of beers.
“So divorcing my wife and inviting you up here every fucking weekend isn’t making a move?”
He can’t help but grin at the stupidity of this situation, a forty year old and a thirty year old both acting like teenage virgins.
“This is the kind of move I was hoping for.”
David stops grinning and his mouth hangs open in delirious shock when his lap is filled with cold, wet, naked Jimmy. Maybe it’s not the way he imagined it would be. No, because it’s way better. The first kiss starts out nervously, neither of them wanting to fuck up and turn it into one of those nose and teeth clashing disasters, so it’s slow, but it builds and David finally remembers what it’s like to be happy and wants everything to stay as still as this forever.
He licks at James’s cold lips and dips his tongue into the velvet soft, smoke tainted, beer tinted mouth and it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted because it’s James and he can’t believe after six years he’s finally where he wants to be. His tongue slides deeper and he feels James’s cock stir against his belly and, ignoring the dig of the twigs and prickle of pine needles, he lets his hips thrust upwards and play.
They collapse onto the cool grass and lie on their sides, silent and staring, eyes wide with the enormity of this moment, then James leans in for another kiss and his fingers scrabble against David’s crotch, tweaking open the buttons until David can feel fingertips tremble against his burning hot, oversensitive shaft. Frantically he struggles out of his pants, pushing them down with his feet and kicking himself free then he inches closer, dragging with him a little defensive wall of leaves. He’s shaking now as he takes James’s mouth once more and his hands slide over the damp body. Their cocks are so close, twitching and aching to get more intimate and David knows the play is up to him. Even though he’s watched James tease and seduce his way around the entire fucking acting community of California he understands the game a little clearer now and, somehow, that makes everything okay. Slipping one arm around James, he feels the roughness of goosebumps and strokes his fingers over the newly tanned skin. “Jimmy,” he breathes as his hand cups the man’s ass and their cocks slide together for the first time.
Dave wants this to be one of those slow timeless fucks that stay in your mind forever, but it’s not gonna happen that way. As soon as their bodies make full contact it’s as if a trigger has been pulled. David breathes out harshly then forces James onto his back, covering the smaller man, breathing deep then dipping in for soft sucking kisses, all the while his body arching up and down, grinding cock against cock, still unsure whether this might turn out to be just another one of those screwed up recurring dreams. He only knows it’s real when James lifts his legs and wraps them around him murmuring words and kisses into his mouth.
“Please, please, Dave, please.”
David ignores him. When they fuck it’ll be done properly on the rug in front of the fire, or the soft bounce of the mattress in his bedroom with wood burning in the grate. He watches how it’s going to be in his imagination, sees himself bury his tongue deep inside every part of this man. The excitement is too good and he frots harder, sucking at James’s lips and rubbing himself off against the slender body with deep powerful strokes until he’s holding James so tight and panting out his orgasm and his cock is releasing jet after jet of semen. Not wanting to waste this moment, he wriggles down out of James’s embrace, ignoring the whine of disappointment, and wraps his lips around that prick, sucking hard and squeezing James’s balls with this pulsing rhythm until his mouth is filled with bitter sweet come and he swallows down surge after surge of unexpected happiness.
James pulls David back up and kisses him. “We taste good together,” he smiles in between long licks as he cleans away the remains of their combined semen and David sees yet another James, a happy contented one, and he likes this one best of all.
“Swim,” he yells dragging James to his feet and pulling him toward the lake. They race like children into the water and David marvels how one small act can upset the balance in such a good way. Still friends but with an added piquancy, they play and fight and squirm and wriggle in and out of each other’s arms then everything stills and they hold each other and kiss, tongues and fingers entwining as they relearn version two of them.
“You and me,” mutters David as he floats on his back in the cold, black water and James kisses his forehead and licks a trail downwards.
“Yeah, you and me,” he grins then teases Dave’s left nipple with flat strokes of his tongue, “Us.”
“Is there an us?” asks Dave in between soft sighs and slows pumps of blood that perk his cock up even in the ice water.
“Don’t wanna think about the real world,” says James, taking David’s semi-hard dick into his mouth and rolling it around.
David sighs and nods and makes important decisions. He’s cold and he wants to spend the rest of the night exploring his new man. Ignoring all protests he grabs James in his arms and carries him up to the house.
“C-c-c-c-cold,” he stutters over dramatically.
“You just want an excuse to drop the soap in the shower,” sniggers James, laughing even more when David nods and smiles sheepishly.
It’s so outrageously comfortable between them now. He’s never felt like this around James before. He’s always been on tenterhooks waiting to say something stupid and make everyone laugh at him. He suddenly realises he’s been acting like a lovesick moron for years.
The shower’s one of those ‘show off’ ones. He had it installed for Jaime as a present and if the house was up for sale it would say parking and showering for ten on the details. David lights the fire set in the grate and opens the bottle of champagne he’s had ready in the refrigerator and he smiles as he listens to James singing away in the bathroom.
He watches to make sure the fire is taking and then joins James in the shower, his cock already hard and aching at the thought of what they are going to be doing. Tipping a little shampoo into his cupped palm he pulls James closer, massaging the liquid into James’s scalp and making him writhe against him with the pleasure of being touched. Spreading his legs Dave dips slightly, letting his cock slide up the crack of James’s ass and he gulps slightly when James whimpers with pleasure each time the head of his prick nudges at the indent. James urges him on with words and the thrust of his body but David has other plans. Finishing the shower off with military efficiency he leads James out to the bedroom and they dry each other off sitting in front of the fire, watching as the flames begin to nibble at the logs.
“This is so good,” mutters James as he sips wine and leans back against David. “I’m glad we waited.”
And strangely enough David knows what James means. They could have fucked from the first meeting. They were both hard for each other the moment they’d met but it would have been quick and animalistic and over as fast as an electrical storm. Oh, who was he kidding? “You’re wrong, Jimmy, all we did was waste all those years. Think of all those fucks we’ve missed.”
The wine spills unnoticed onto the rug as David pushes James down onto the floor. “Think of all those sets, all the trailers, you in my arms, my cock buried deep inside you, kissing me as I fuck you up against a wall on one of those locations shoots while they’re setting up. All the cast are wandering around and we’re there screwing ourselves stupid. You’re so noisy when you get there and I can feel you tightening round me so I cover your mouth with my hand and ride into you hard and you come all over our clothes. I can feel you moaning and sucking at my palm as I shoot deep inside you.”
James is looking up at him, blue eyes open wide, dark with arousal. His cock is leaking and twitching against his belly and David has never needed anyone so badly. He rolls James over onto his stomach and lies between his legs spreading his buttocks. His tongue works slowly up and down the cleft and he draws lazy circles around the tiny hole until he can feel it begin to twitch and relax. It tastes so good and David presses deeper, working harder until James is crying out at the sensation and rubbing himself off against the rug.
Kneeling up, David squirts some lube into his palm and covers his hand. James is still moaning quietly and David smiles and eases one finger inside.
“You’re so tight, Jimmy, fuck, you feel good. I’ll tell you more about what we missed out on. What about that meeting at Warner Brothers? That boring crap about writers leaving and new directors signing up. I’m sitting next to you at that big long executive table and I hear you yawn so I slide my hand up your thigh, slipping my fingers into the rips in those frayed jeans that make me need to fuck you more than ever.” Dave pulls himself together and pushes another finger inside James’s ass. “So my fingers drift up to your crotch and I’m nodding and smiling and saying all the usual shit to them and while I’m doing that I’ve peeled down that zipper of yours and your cock is in my hand all slippery with juice 'cause you’re always ready for me, aren’t you, Jimmy?”
James murmurs his agreement and Dave smiles and crooks his fingers then scissors them, stretching James wide open.
“So you grin at them all and wink at Joss then relax back in the chair and close your eyes. I’m stroking you nice and firmly now and there’s just enough room under the table for me to do you properly and the noises are so fucking obvious but no one seems to care. I’m pushing you closer to the edge and I can’t wait for you to scream out the way you always do, but you’re being such a good boy and when you come you’re almost silent except for this slight hiss of pleasure. So now the table is dripping with your spunk and my hand is covered and while you’re doing yourself up I lick the spunk off my fingers and stare at you and I know you’re getting hard for me all over again.”
James hisses and he’s writhing around on David’s fingers, forcing himself back onto the knuckles and David’s cock is so ready that he’s worried that he’ll just explode with pleasure as soon as he gets inside that hot tight hole. He encourages James to turn onto his back and the smaller man lifts his legs eagerly. David counts backwards in his head and rolls a condom onto his erection, lubing it up with a handful of slick.
“Ready, Jimmy?” he pants and James reaches for him and wraps him up in arms and legs, whining and thrashing then reaching up and kissing him hard.
David thrusts his cock inside the stretched hole and James pulls away from his mouth and yowls with pleasure. David takes it slow. He has to, or even with a condom and one orgasm under his belt, this would all be over way too soon. Dipping and riding into that slight firm body, he wonders how he's ever been able to make love to Jaime with her voluptuous breasts and fake smile. It was a sham. He’s been a sham for years.
“So we’re in that conference room and I’m licking your come off my fingers and they call for a refreshment break, must need a snort or a short or whatever, so the room empties and I walk over to the door with you following me but then I flick the lock and get you out of those fucking jeans as quick as I can. You’re looking at me like I’m crazy but you’re letting me do whatever I want so I push you up onto the table and I climb up behind you and force myself into that nice tight ass of yours then fuck you as hard as I can. You’re telling me that we can’t do this and that I have to stop but I reach around and feel your cock and it’s as hard as steel so I start pulling you with these slow strokes then speed up nice and steadily and I know it’s gonna make you scream and, fuck, I want it to. I want them to know I’m fucking you on their table.”
David flips and lifts James until he’s up on all fours, muscles shaking and so turned on that he’s humming slightly with need. Thrusting back inside, David leans forward and strokes James’s cropped hair then drops kisses onto his spine and slips a hand around to caress the rigid penis.
“Fuck, Dave keep talking,” hisses James.
Dave stops for a moment trying to regain control then starts to fuck him once more, slowly, trying to make it last. “So you’re on that table half naked and begging for it and we both know that in five minutes the whole of the office is going to fill up with executives. I know you’re scared so I begin to fuck you for serious now and the table’s shaking and groaning and we’re both shaking and groaning and your wet cock is squeezing in and out of my fingers. I’m treating you so rough, Jimmy, just the way you like it. I spank you hard on the ass and feel you clench around me and you start yelling and coming over my hand for the second time in an hour and it’s fucking amazing so I close my eyes and shoot inside you and as soon as we can we scramble off the table, legs shaking with these stupid grins on our faces. I flick open the lock and look at you and then at the sheets of spunk covered paper on the table and you just about have time to clear them up and hide them under your chair before everyone sits down.”
James is flushed now from the warmth of the fire and the heat of the sex and his body feels like it’s burning so David pulls away slightly and drags James backward ‘til he’s sitting on his knee with his back pressed against David’s chest, cock buried deep inside him.
“Fuck, I knew I needed you, never knew it would be this good though.” David kisses the back of James’s neck and the smaller man begins to rock, raising himself up and down as best he can. David wraps an arm around his waist and lifts him, fucking him gently now and it’s so good they both need to keep it going even though they’re sore and tired. Finally giving in to the exhaustion David pulls James over to the bed and spoons up behind him.
“This is how it can be always,” whispers David as he eases his cock in and out of James. “We've waited too long to screw it up now.”
When David wakes up to the sound of birds singing and water lapping against the pebbled lakeshore he’s alone in bed and he wants to cry thinking it was just another crazy fucked up dream, but his body aches too much for it not to have been real and his room is covered with the detritus of a night spent having sex. Slipping on a robe he makes his way down to the kitchen and checks out the window to see if James’s car is still here. He feels sick with relief when it is and steps outside. Then he catches sight of James swimming across the lake with this languid beautiful backstroke waving and yelling at him. David can’t hear what he says and puts a hand to his ear.
“Coffee,” shouts James.
David grins and heads back into the house making breakfast and carrying a tray out to the deck.
James is naked and dripping wet and David isn’t sure he wants a lapful of wet man, but he doesn’t get much choice in the matter.
“If we did an Angel movie we’d get to fuck on location and in the boardroom,” says James with a handful of erect cocks and a happy ever after grin.
A matching smile on his face, David reconsiders his decision to stake that
damn vampire and lay him to rest.
DONE