Old Wounds, New Love Ch. 04

Ethan stood scratching his head staring down at the sleek suit laid out on the bed before him. It was a navy blue with thin pin stripes and exquisitely tailored.

"Stop staring at it at it and just put it on," Afton teased. He came to hover near the bed wearing a smirk.

"How do you know it will fit me?" Ethan asked.

"Because I know men's bodies, and I know yours best. I had it and five others made for you. If you're going to be my personal assistant, then you'll need to be dressed for the part, won't you?" He began to turn and paused in the act. "Did you call Mary?"

Ethan wilted, "Yes. She'll meet us there. I still don't like this idea."

"I do. It's only been a month and you're not ready to come out to the world yet, therefore you need to keep up appearances. I get it." Afton said with a shrug of deference. He also had ulterior motives for inviting Ethan's girlfriend – he needed to test some boundaries with this newfound love they'd embarked on. He knew what he was about to do was a tab bit cruel, but necessary. Sometimes extreme risks were in order and with his strong emotions that he felt for Ethan, Afton found his actions justified. He needed to know if Ethan was ready for a life with him.

When Afton thought about what he had planned, his body hardened immediately. Having Mary around for it would only up the ante to the thrill of the moment. Due to the sensitivity, he wouldn't tell Ethan about the event; he wanted to surprise him.

"Where are we going again?" Ethan inquired, picking up the pants to begin getting dressed. He currently stood in nothing but his new black silk boxers.

"An art show for a good friend. You'll like it."

Afton was already dressed in a stunning suit that hugged his tight frame perfectly. It made his shoulders look broader and his waist narrower without making him look thin. When he leaned against the doorframe watching Ethan get ready, he reminded Ethan of a model in a catalog.

"What am I to do precisely? I guess I should know so I don't mess up."

"Stay by my side and do whatever I ask," he winked, "and I mean anything." Another wave of anticipation sent a heated wave to his crotch. He could barely wait.

Unaware of what he just committed to, Ethan shrugged. "I can do that." Ethan turned to admire himself in the mirror after he buttoned the jacket and didn't recognize himself in the reflection. His hair had been smoothed back from his face, his face clean shaven and his skin glowed. That could be from the amazing sex he and Afton had been having, but regardless, he looked hot.

"You don't look like a farmer anymore, that's for sure," Afton commented reading his mind. "You look gorgeous. I will probably have to fend a number of men off you tonight. I wish I would announce that you're with me, but I understand why not. You're a trophy boyfriend for sure. It's a waste."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "I'm not a boy toy."

"Yes you are, and a good one for sure. I think I'll keep you for awhile," he laughed. "Come on, we're late."

They rode in the limo to the city, taking this time to enjoy a quiet moment together before Ethan had to face Mary. Afton stroked his cock, tracking the thick outline of his erection through his trousers. It was driving Ethan nuts.

"I can't wait for this to night to be over so I can stripe these pants off you with my teeth," Afton whispered with a primal heat.

It made Ethan's blood boil with need. "Stop it. I need to stay focused. If I slip, I might kiss you in the middle of the party. I want you so badly it hurts."

Afton smiled, giving his dick a squeeze before sliding closer to kiss him deeply. They spent the remainder of the ride in a tight embrace of passion. They were breathless, lips red from their rough kisses and their faces flushed. Both were beyond aroused.

The limo parked in the back away from the other guests. Before Afton asked the driver to open the door, he got on his knees before Ethan with a wicked smile. "I want you to be relaxed tonight." His longer fingers unzipped his fly, pulling out Ethan's swollen cock with a firm grip. Before Ethan could moan, Afton swallowed him in a suction that drew Ethan closer to an orgasm in seconds.

"Shit, Afton," he moaned. "I love it when you do this."

It only urged his lover on and his attention increased.

"Oh fuck!" Ethan yelled when his released claimed him, filling Afton's mouth. "Mmmmm," he moaned again as his hips pumped a few times. The orgasm definitely was violent enough to release a tremendous amount of tension.

Afton grinned with satisfaction, tucking his lover's body back inside his pants with a gentle pat. "There, now you won't forget what awaits you at home. I don't want you distracted while you play house with Mary."

"Are you kidding me?'" Ethan laughed. "I don't think I could ever forget you."

"I love you, Ethan, don't forget that."

Ethan pulled Afton into his arms in order to deliver an emotional kiss, tangling their tongues in a sensual dance. The moment only lasted a second before the driver knocked on the window. They'd delayed long enough.

"I love you, too."

Afton was smiling when he walked through the doors of the art gallery with Ethan trailing behind him as a dutiful assistant. He'd explained what he expected from Ethan earlier during the ride, and Ethan fell into his role perfectly.

"Afton!" A boisterous voice hailed. "I thought you might just blow me off."

Grinning, he turned towards the sound that came from a tall black man with wild curly hair that haloed his high cheek boned face. He was eccentric, with fuchsia eye shadow, cotton candy pink lipstick and colorful earrings on each lobe. This was topped by the shiny silver suit that reflected the light from room like a disco ball. He was unashamed of his body, wearing his trousers so tight that the outline of his long cock stood out. Afton smiled at Ethan quickly before greeting this new man. "Gregory, I could never neglect one of my closest friends. Ethan, meet the artist of tonight's show, Gregory Smith."

Ethan and Gregory shook hands while the man stared inquisitively into his eyes, not trying to hide his survey from head to toe. His eyes lingered on Ethan's crotch, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. "You are most welcome at my show, Ethan. I hope you explode with delight at what you find here. You're not from around here?"

There was a sexual innuendo in that greeting and it caused Ethan to tremble with nervousness. He wasn't sure if he was being propositioned by this man or not. Afton was grinning which meant it was nothing that triggered his jealously, so Ethan swallowed his insecurities. "No," Ethan replied. "I just moved to New York from Illinois. Afton hired me a month ago and saved me from begging for a job somewhere else."

"You come all that way by yourself?" Gregory licked his lips with intent and leaned closer. "Because I could show you a few sights if you would like."

Afton chuckled at this, "Get your own entertainment, Gregory. I am keeping him busy." Aside to Ethan he whispered, "His appetite is outrageous. He'll fuck you senseless if you let him."

Ethan shivered, "I don't want him to fuck me senseless. I only want you to do that."

"You might change your mind on that. Gregory knows how to use that cock of his. If you do, I want to watch."

Ethan swallowed loudly and stared in shock at Afton. "You've got to be joking."

A sheepish look crossed Afton's face. Test #1 and time to find out Ethan's reaction. "One of my guilty pleasures is orgies. I particularly like to watch as multiple men go at it. So no, I am not kidding."

This revelation caused his the blood to rush to Ethan's face, and he looked away.

Afton frowned, "Does that bother you?"

"Not sure. I've never been part of one to know," Ethan replied absently, but he wasn't angry or put off.

Afton watched him carefully. He seemed more indifferent. That was good.

Ethan suddenly stiffened. "Oh crap, there's Mary. I'll be right back."

Disappointed, Afton nodded knowing he had to let Ethan go. He hated it, but it was necessary tonight. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up the pretence, but for now he'd give Ethan the space and time he needed to adjust to being his lover. Eventually Ethan would come around. Afton would see that happened, and he always got what he wanted.

Mary tilted her head and took in his attire from head to toe. "Wow, you look handsome." Mary wore the same black cocktail dress that she'd worn a month ago at Afton's fundraiser. Obviously, this was her only dress, but Ethan didn't care.

Even if he was in love with Afton, it was good to see a familiar face. She was and would always be Ethan's best friend and they had been close since childhood. "Hey you, I've missed you." His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tender embrace.

"Me, too. How's the new job coming? You don't call enough and it's been killing me to find out how you're doing."

He shrugged. "It's a job. Afton is a good boss, so I can't complain. He gives me everything I need, fulfilling my every desire." He felt his cock pulse at that double meaning and his mind raced through all the erotic images of Afton pleasuring him.

"What's it like living in that house? Do you have servants at your beck and call?" She looked up into his eyes.

"I do and it's weird. I have this huge room to myself and he's even bought me new clothes," he picked at his jacket, "and gives me anything I ask for. I feel like I stepped into a dream."

"I am happy for you, but I miss you. I liked having you around," she mumbled. "When are you coming home?"

He planted a kiss on her forehead and sighed. "Not for a while. I just started this position and Afton said he's going to need me for a few months at least. Then we'll see."

"Can I come to stay with you on my days off?" Hope burned in her eyes.

"I asked that, too, but he said no. He doesn't like to have guests. I will ask again in a few weeks. Maybe if I do a good enough job, he'll let you come." He already knew that wouldn't happen and he felt guilty lying to her, but it was necessary.

"That sucks and you know it. I don't get why I can't come be with you. You're my boyfriend after all. Seems weird," she argued, finding the entire situation frustrating.

"Patience. I need the money and he's paying me really good to be his assistant."

"Ethan," Afton called from the across the room, waving him over.

"Oh shit, come on, I gotta go."

Afton had watched Ethan with Mary and felt bitter jealousy eat at his insides. He hated not being able to hold his hand showing him off to the world that Ethan belonged with him. He also hated the possessive way Mary looked at Ethan. She even clung to him like glue, claiming him as hers in an infuriating way. Impetuously, he interrupted their reunion by calling him over. The attention drew numerous sets of eyes to watch as Ethan responded immediately like an obedient dog. Afton didn't miss that a few people admired his lover from head to toe drinking in his raw sexuality, adding fuel to his already simmering jealous fire. Ethan was his!

Hand in hand, Ethan approached with Mary. The look he sent Afton, though, spoke volumes for who he really loved and it wasn't the woman hanging onto his hand. "Afton, thanks for inviting Mary."

Afton pushed down his anger and took her hand to kiss her knuckles. He felt a childish dislike for the woman. "It's good to see you again, Mary. I'm glad you could make it." He lied smoothly.

"Thank you again for allowing me this opportunity. I never thought I'd ever come to an exclusive art show. This is in amazing." Her eyes kept darting to the six foot canvases on the wall but not really digesting what they were of.

"Gregory is amazing, come let me show you some of my favorites," Afton said with a certain wickedness that had Ethan raising an eyebrow in question. He led them to one painting that was the spot light piece for the show. "His form of modern art is expressive. What do you see?"

Mary blushed brilliantly when she realized what the painting portrayed. Two men were locked in a heated embrace. It was hard to make out with the vibrant colors, distorted shapes and exaggerated extremities, but if she looked at it just right, it was definitely a dick and it was being sucked by another man's mouth. "Um, oh, yeah, well," she stammered.

"Gregory named this, 'Reward'. Afton laughed and moved her to the next one, "And this one?"

She covered her mouth when this painting was more explicit. It took her a little longer to make out all the details, but when she did, it was clear it showed a close up on a cock entering from behind, paying homage to balls that hung low with something creamy dripping down off the skin. She had to look closely to make sure she saw what she thought, due to the distortion, but it was there and she gasped.

"This one is called 'Dipped'.

Ethan was glaring at Afton over Mary's head, not pleased that Afton was being his obstinate. He realized after the first painting that Afton was jealous and one hand he was thrilled but on the other he was furious. "I think that's enough."

Afton smiled with a dip of his head. "Of course." He gloated that Mary was red faced and scanning the other walls frantically. Her eyes darted to the guests as well, finally realizing she'd entered into room filled with gay men, all staring at paintings depicting all the sexual acts they could do together.

Gregory's bellowing laugh drew their attention, and when Afton looked up, his friend waved dramatically towards a side door. "This is a good time then to step away. Mary, I have asked a few friends to keep you company while we are detained. I am not sure how long this will take, but I need Ethan for some business. We have a private viewing in the back organized by the artist himself. Please, make yourself comfortable and we'll be back as soon as we can."

Afton led Ethan into a private room away from the flow of guests in the main room. Gregory was waiting with Greta holding onto his arm. Both were smiling sheepishly at the two as they arrived. There was a large flat chaise in the back, large enough for three people that allowed anyone who sat on it to view the private collection that Gregory had positioned on the walls under spot lights to showcase the pieces. To Ethan, it looked more like a bed than anything.

"Gregory needs help with something," Afton whispered. "I owe him a favor so I agreed."

"Sounds good. What is it that he needs?"

"Models. He's working on a series of sexual scenes and he's lacking inspiration. Greta has been talking about us and how passionately we make love, so Gregory naturally was intrigued."

Ethan stumbled when he realized the meaning behind this statement. "You're not serious. I am not having sex with you while he watches."

"Yes, you will. Greta will take some still pictures while I take you on that couch." He grunted suddenly when his cock pulsed harder. "Shit, just the thought of fucking you while they watch is driving me insane."

"Afton," Ethan pulled away, "I am not doing this. Find someone else."

Grabbing his groin, he pinned Ethan in place. "You will do what I ask. I promise you, you will enjoy it and it will shatter your mind. You promised you'd do anything I asked, did you not?"

Ethan closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. "What about Mary? She could walk in on us. Isn't this a little risky?"

The thrill of that ran through Afton. "Yes."

Ethan opened his eyes and shivered. He couldn't deny the surety of the risk in Afton's answer and it suddenly excited him. He also couldn't resist the searing arousal that made Afton's eyes glow. He wanted this and Ethan felt the need to fulfill his every whim. He could never resist of deny Afton anything. Swallowing, he convinced himself that maybe he could do this after all.

Gregory approached, circling around Ethan in a predatory fashion. He ran his hand down Ethan's chest, cupping his dick at the end of his exploration. "You're huge." He licked his lips. "I can't wait to sample this. I do get to sample him, don't I, Afton?"

"Of course," he answered definitively, giving Ethan a warning glance. "I've hand selected five men and we will all have our fun with this tight body. In no time, you'll be seeing why I am head over heels in love. He's fucking amazing."

Gregory reached to unbutton Ethan's jacket. His hand was swatted away when Ethan resisted.

"Ethan, it's more fun when your clothes are peeled off your body. You promised to do what I wanted and I want to watch Gregory strip you." Afton was being overly domineering, but it aroused him. He saw a flash of distrust in his lover's eyes and whispered, "I will make it up to you later but I wager you something now. If you are not begging for more by the end of night, I will do whatever you ask the next time we make love."

"I don't like this," he snarled, but allowed Gregory to undress him.

A rumbling growl sounded in the artist's chest as he began to strip Ethan of his jacket and then shirt, running his dark hands over Ethan's nipples that hardened at the touch. "Oh my, such as strong chest. I could lick you for hours," he purred.

This was too much. After hearing his lover admit that this encounter would be an orgy, Ethan became angry. He pulled away glaring at his partner. "Afton," Ethan hissed, "I am not doing this. I am not a toy."

"I know I teased you earlier that you were, but I know you're not. But you are going to do this. I owe him."

Gregory pinned him in place with a firm caress on his crotch, giving the shaft a sensual caress that promised so much more. To his shame, Ethan's body responded while he groaned.

"I want to see this cock for myself, shall we? I need a good one for my paintings and Afton's is already featured in most of them. I need new inspiration. He didn't wait for Ethan's approval, unzipping and sliding his pants down to pool at his ankles.

Ethan didn't resist but sent a pleading look in his lover's direction. "Afton?"

His Irish lover moved Ethan to the couch and directed him to lie down in nothing by his boxers. While he watched, both Afton and Gregory stripped naked, each rock hard with pre cum pooling at their tips. Afton had a hungry look on his face where Gregory looked crazed.

Greta snapped a picture. She grinned down at a nervous Ethan, pointing the camera at the bulge in his shorts, taking another picture. Leaning down she whispered, "Enjoy this Ethan, you're about to experience something wonderful."

Gregory approached, kneeling on the couch near Ethan's head, rubbing his shoulders and neck with strong hands. His erection rubbed along Ethan's shoulder, enticing the resisting man to take it. Afton joined them between his legs, rubbing his dick with sure strokes, holding his gaze with a loving look.

Greta snapped a picture.

Two people slipped in through the door and stood in the back. Behind them more entered the room. Ethan saw this and panicked. These must be the others, but he didn't want to be a show and shot Afton a worried glance. He never got the chance for Afton had pulled off his boxers off with his cock in his mouth and the sensation held him prisoner. He was about to demand this situation come to a stop when fingers caressed his lips, pulling his head and mouth up and open. Gregory slid the tip of his dick in thrusting deep so it went all the way down his throat before he could object. The position he was in locked him in place and he couldn't do more than suck and swallow...and moan.

Feeling a different cock in his mouth was bizarre. This one was skinnier than Afton's and not quite a long. It was awesome regardless. He closed his eyes as Gregory's cock slid effortlessly in and out while he slurped noisily at the shaft. Timed to perfection was the motion of Afton's mouth on his own cock, pulling him closer and closer to an orgasm.