Friends, Sexcapades and Love Affairs Ch. 10

The rain fell calmer and calmer, as their need grew higher. Chris knew what to do, using just one hand to unbutton Jared's jeans and pushed them lower. Then, his fingers moved to tease Jared's balls from behind, the skin between them and the asshole. A rogue thumb then slid inside the crack and pushed against the opening.

"Not a very good boy, are you, Jared?"

"I guess not," Jared murmured in reply. The warm rain falling down his back made him shiver, but not because it made him cold. Each frisson had to do more with how sensitive he felt everywhere, his skin on fire.

And he could blame it all on Chris and his maddening hands and lips everywhere. Now the fingers that had teased all his erotic spots were focused on his backdoor. Jared gasped a few times, as his unwilling resistance was breached, but he was thankful that at least Chris had come prepared, and his ass got the desired consideration.

This was no walking in the rain. It was fucking in the rain, plain and simple. Not that there was anything plain and simple in how Chris's fingers moved around, opening him, punishing him, only a little, and making the entrance large enough for what was to follow.

A few smacks on his wet skin made Jared moan shamelessly. Chris pushed his cock inside, the lube making it reasonably doable, but still too tight, so tight that his breath caught in his chest, in his throat, coming out eventually in the shape of a keening sound.

"Easy there," Chris encouraged him, and then he bottomed out in Jared's ass.

Jared knew that it had to be the craziest thing he had ever done. And Chris seemed to like public sex since this wasn't the first time they were doing it in plain sight. Of course, this was much forward and riskier than before.

Chris wrapped one arm around Jared's chest to steady himself. As if he could read what was on Jared's mind, he whispered into his ear, "I don't care if anyone comes. I will continue to fuck you. Do you understand, sexy? Do you understand how crazy you make me?"

Jared wanted to have a comeback to that. But the idea, only the idea that someone could walk up on them and witness them like that, hot on hot body, wet skin smacking against wet skin, made him weak to the knees.

"Would you like that? To be seen while I'm taking you? How I own you?" Chris continued to tease his ear with small licks and dirty words. "Your expression right now," Chris said as he made Jared turned his head, "drives me insane. Do you have any idea of how you look?"

Jared couldn't make a sound that would make sense. The desire was boiling inside him, beyond safety levels, and was rendering him speechless. Not that he was quiet. No, he was moaning and grunting and gasping and begging while Chris fucked him.

It was like something inside him was coming loose, undone. Chris knew how to move, how to choose the right angle, how to hold him. Jared could barely stand while his pleasure grew hot and heavy, spreading its tendrils like lightning on a dark sky, sending his sanity ablaze.

Suddenly, Chris changed tack. He stopped the moving of his hips and began fondling Jared's cock. It was an assertion of dominance, in a way, as Jared saw it, as the hand on his cock wasn't loving, but firm; it wasn't careful, but determined. Then it let go and cupped his balls, and Jared shivered.

"You're such a lovely boy. I like holding you in my hand like this."

Jared understood what Chris meant by that. His manhood, Chris was holding it.

"Now, come for me, beautiful boy," Chris whispered in his ear, as he began pumping Jared's cock.

This time, he moved again, and between the sensations in his ass and the hand squeezing his hardon, Jared knew he was playing a losing game. He moaned loudly as he came messily; he looked down, impressed with his own load, as it spurted from Chris's skillful hand.

"Good boy." Chris kissed his neck.

His true reward followed quickly. Without a condom between them, Jared could argue with anyone who cared to contradict him, that it felt better. Or maybe it was just his desire to have Chris so close to him.

Chris pulled out of his ass after a while, all the time allowing Jared to feel each twitch of his cock that still didn't seem to go all down. When Chris came, Jared noticed, he lasted a while. The only term of comparison was himself, which wasn't much, but Jared thought that had to be the case. Chris was a man who knew a few things about how to take care of his own pleasure.

"You look nice like this," Chris commented and slapped his ass one last time. He played a little with his cum, smearing it around.

Jared breathed out and steadied himself with some difficulty. "And I thought we would romantically have a nice walk in the rain."

Chris chuckled and picked Jared's t-shirt, to hand it back to him. Jared winced as he pulled the wet fabric over his skin.

"Now, I need to send you home," Chris said.

He didn't look messed up at all. His hair was all wet, and his clothes weren't any better, but Jared could bet he didn't look as messed up as him. Chris was careful, tucking his cock back into his jeans, and then kissing him one more time on the lips.

"Take a hot bath, drink something to regain your strength, then go to bed, and dream of me."

"Is that an order?"

"Sure, why not?"

Jared wanted to spend a little more time together, but Chris was right. He needed to go home and try not to catch a cold. His blood was cooling down, too, and now the fine droplets still falling didn't feel as warm.

"I'll take you home," Chris said.

"Don't you have work?"

"It could wait while I fucked you. I think it can wait while I take you back home safely," Chris replied with a smile.

Jared just nodded.

"Your umbrella." Chris pointed out at the item on the ground, its metal sprigs sticking out everywhere.

"I don't think I could use that again. But I'll take it to a trash can," Jared added hurriedly.

"Such a good boy," Chris commended him again.

Jared burst into laughter. "Do you want me to call you daddy or something?"

Chris's smile was cryptic. Jared had to settle for no answer.

On the backseat of a cab, they held their hands together but didn't speak too much. Chris appeared not to mind the driver as he leaned in and kissed Jared sweetly before bidding him goodbye.

Later that evening, Jared meditated for a while over how his date hadn't gone as he had imagined it. But that didn't make it wrong, just different; and Jared decided that he needed to lower his expectations of what relationships were. No, modify them. There was no lowering them if things were different.

And, that night, he did dream of Chris, a reenactment of their encounter, only that, this time, it was followed by a slow walk in the rain.

***

"You look great!" Jared turned Mike around, patting down some invisible creases. "I think Ryan will fall head over heels when he sees you. I mean, again."

Mike blushed profusely. Even if it was his best friend complimenting him, he still felt a bit embarrassed. Yet, he had to admit that the deep purple silk shirt and the dark suit looked good on him. He no longer appeared lanky, with stooped shoulders. In the full-size mirror, he stared at a new and improved version of himself, lean, graceful. The straight shoulder cut made him sit straight without any efforts or reminders.

"Don't I look a bit, I don't know, like I'm trying too hard?"

"It's all right to try a little harder when your crush invites you to have a dance with him."

"And I'm not weird? Or funny?"

Jared looked at him over his shoulder in the mirror. "I wouldn't use either to describe you right now. I'd said you look classy. And sexy."

Mike snickered. Jared smiled at him. "You'll be fine, Mike. I'm glad for you."

"Jared, is it okay for me to feel so queasy in my stomach?"

"I suppose those are the butterflies. It's all right. They are completely normal, given the circumstances."

"Okay, if you say so."

Jared's encouragement could work wonders for his mood. But, as cautious as he was, he couldn't bring himself to express all of his enthusiasm and excitement. Fears, such as someone seeing him and Ryan and getting the wrong idea - or the correct one! - were almost gone from his mind. All was supposed to be done in moderation, and that was his middle name.

"You'll knock him off his feet, I'm sure," Jared continued his pep talk.

"I'd rather he stands, you know, so that we could kiss."

"Good point. I won't say 'don't be nervous' because I think Ryan likes you and your insecurities all bundled up together."

Two simultaneous pings noticed them both they had a new message.

Jared was the first to pick his phone up. "Can you believe this dude?"

Mike looked at his phone, too, and moaned. "Now, I'm back at being the ugly duckling." From a pic on the shiny screen, Adrian stared at him, all dressed up in what looked like a very expensive suit. It was very conservative looking, which only made Adrian's rebellious looks to stand out more.

Jared patted his back. "You're a gorgeous swan, too. Just look, you're transforming," he added, pointing at the reflection in the mirror.

Mike sighed. "Thank you for everything, Jared. You're the best friend I could ever have."

"I'm glad you feel this way."

"Do you have any plans for the weekend? With Chris?"

"We'll probably spend it in bed, fucking," Jared replied. "Not that I complain. Just as the next red-blooded guy on this planet, I enjoy fucking. Only that ... never mind."

"What's wrong?" Mike asked. "I mean, you can talk to me if you want."

Jared sighed. "I'm probably overthinking everything. I feel he kind of ... dominates me? Ugh, I'm just talking nonsense."

Mike turned away from the mirror. "Hey, I don't think that. If that's what you feel, it means something he does makes it that way."

Jared's answer was a strained smile. "Then, here it is. Everything we do, it's his choice. He doesn't even like the word 'boyfriend'. He prefers to be, some sort of protector or whatever, for me. I asked him, jokingly, of course, if he wants to be called 'daddy' and he didn't reject the idea. I mean, he said nothing."

"Have you tried talking to him?"

"Not hard enough, probably. And that's my fault. I think I need to make my point of view clear enough. I can't just go around, complaining, while I'm not even trying."

"I'm sure he'll listen to you. I mean, who wouldn't? You're always so nice."

"I guess. And you're nice, too. Now let's pay for your outfit and then get you a haircut. Nothing extreme, I promise. But just enough for Ryan to see that you made an effort."

"All right." Mike touched his hair, all self-consciously.

"You'll be fine," Jared promised him once more.

***

Adrian felt a small tremble of anticipation in the pit of his stomach. Yeah, he wasn't used to luxury except now and then, so wearing a suit that must have cost thousands of dollars and being chauffeured around were all new to him. To hide his slight discomfort, he cleared his throat and looked out the window. Edward had sent his employee to get him, and that had been a bit of a surprise. Now they were heading to Edward's place, apparently.

The winding road climbed, and Adrian began to understand. They were out of the city and now heading toward the area where only high-end real estate could be seen as far as eyes could see.

He snorted under his breath as the property came into view. A frigging mansion. He wasn't completely surprised. Even if Edward worked, he didn't do it for a living, obviously. He came from money, big money, by what Adrian could say while looking out the window, at the manicured park - calling it a lawn seemed unfit - and the tall white colonnades guarding the front.

"We're here, sir. Please allow me to get the door for you," the chauffeur said politely.

Adrian felt a bit weird to wait in the car while the chauffeur got out and hurried to hold the door. Rich people were kind of assholes. What? Did their hands fall if they opened a damned car door? But he didn't want to cause an unwarranted scene or make the chauffeur uncomfortable, so, for the moment, he played along.

He thanked the chauffeur and then buttoned up his jacket as he took in the front door. He had a spring in his step as he hurried up the marble stairs. If it were a butler getting the door, he would tease Edward over the silver spoon in his mouth for days.

It wasn't another employee, though, but Edward himself. He appeared to be in casual dress as he welcomed Adrian, wearing a loose shirt with matching pants and loafers that made him look more approachable than usual.

His face broke in a broad smile as he saw Adrian. "Adrian, you look amazing."

"Thanks. But don't tell me you're going to show off at your fancy club wearing these clothes. Not that they don't look good on you, but I fear that I would look well overdressed in your company."

Edward laughed. He grabbed Adrian's hand and pulled him inside. "I will change, obviously. But I wanted to show you my humble abode, first."

"Humble was the first thing that came to my mind, the moment your chauffeur pulled us into the driveway."

Another good-natured laugh followed. Edward pulled him by the hand and began walking around, explaining things. Adrian didn't quite listen. Between the lavishness of the place and Edward's warm hand on his, he must have lost his sense of hearing.

A grand staircase led to the upper floor, and Edward continued his lively presentation of the place as they walked up.

"And this," Edward said as he pushed open a door, "is where I sleep."

Adrian grinned. Edward was enthusiastic as a twelve-year-old hosting his first sleepover, and Adrian wasn't any better. There had to be a reason why Edward was showing him his inner sanctum. Without hesitation, Adrian walked inside, following Edward's invitation.

"A big place," Adrian commented. "Any staff lurking around, doing the vacuuming?"

"No. The employees in charge of the place work normal hours, and they don't live here. And, of course, they have the weekend free."

"Really? And who makes Your Majesty his tea, then?"

Edward smirked. "You're pulling my leg. I knew you would. That's why I wasn't sure, at first, if I should show you the house."

"Your chauffeur doesn't work normal hours," Adrian pointed out.

Edward shrugged. "No chauffeur does. It's the nature of the job."

"So, he has to sit there, in his car, waiting for us, with nothing to do?"

"No, there is a part of the house he can use if so inclined. I'll send him a text when we're ready."

"Ah, I see. So, no maid could walk in on us and scream in a sexy French accent?"

"No, and why should she scream?" Edward asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Because," Adrian said matter-of-factly and pulled Edward into a kiss.

Edward leaned into his touch but pressed his palms firmly against Adrian's shoulders. "You shouldn't wrinkle your suit."

Adrian sighed, pretending to be heartbroken over that little warning. "I knew to wear such a thing would be a pain. No one ever smiles in those photo shoots advertising such luxury clothes. I always suspected that all those models must have some sticks up their anorexic asses."

"Good thing such clothes, as you say, come in larger sizes, too. You look great in the suit I picked for you, Adrian."

Edward was already making a beeline for the door when Adrian caught him by the elbow. "Hey, give me some sugar."

"Sugar is bad for you, Adrian. You know, rotten teeth and all," Edward teased him but allowed to be drawn back.

"I like living dangerously," Adrian replied and closed his lips over Edward's enticing mouth. "Can we have sex at this fancy party?" he asked and let Edward breathe for a moment.

"No, not us, at least," Edward said mysteriously. His dark green eyes were shining, as were his lips. Adrian wanted to smooth him so hard until he couldn't breathe anymore. "It's all about showing off, and, of course, titillating other people's senses."

"Titillating? You're intriguing me more and more."

"Don't worry. While you'll be on display, so to speak, I won't allow anything more. It appears that I feel a tad territorial tonight."

"What? If you hadn't been this much into me, you would have shared me around or something?" Adrian quirked an eyebrow, only half-joking.

"No. But in the past, I did allow my partners to enjoy the attention of others quite overtly. Just to be clear, that is not going to happen tonight. I will allow everyone to be seduced by your gorgeous looks from a polite distance, not anything more. Anyone dares to touch you, you come to me."

Adrian burst into laughter. "Like I'd let a bunch of rich perverts to feel me up just like that."

"No, not just like that," Edward said airily. "They could offer you what you may think to be obscene sums of money, and that for more than just to feel you up, as you say."

"Oh, screw me sideways. So, you allowed some of your former lovers to have sex with the highest bidder or something like that?"

"Only with a condom," Edward said. "And never to suck off anyone. Their mouths belonged to me for the time being."

"Well, at least, you were a bit territorial even then," Adrian said as he contemplated the new findings inwardly. "By the way, I promise not to give in unless I'm promised an entire golf course or something extreme like that."

Edward patted his cheek. "Don't even think about it, Adrian. There are plenty of fools in the world, and you'd be surprised how willing they can be to part with their cash. If it's not hard-earned, it's easy to kiss it goodbye over a whim."

"Ah, and that's why you work, to have a sense of value for the cash you're spending," Adrian said.

"And, of course, because I'd rather not spent my active years twiddling my thumbs."

"That's great. Now, you should have told me I would witness people having sex in public and stuff like that."

"Our club is private; there's nothing public about it. But, of course, many encounters have the potential of voyeuristic value, which is why some don't mind flaunting their perversions in this manner."

"Perversions? I thought it was a club for upstanding gentlemen."

"Your language must have rubbed on me. You keep talking about them as a bunch of perverts. I consider them, and myself included, to be capable of living as free as a person can."

"All right, but given the circumstances, if I had known, I would have jerked off at home. Now I'm going to be a walking boner," Adrian pointed out.

Edward placed one hand on top of his crotch. "I can see that you are already that. Hmm, this must be painful," he teased, both with his words and his fingers as he traced the shape of Adrian's cock through the fabric.

Adrian winced. "Now, I'll have to hold you responsible."

Edward purred, as his eyes became hooded and inviting. "Responsible? Your ability to get it up so fast qualifies you for the position, Adrian. Of course, any consequences, I'll assume them all."

"Then give me a hand already or something." Adrian challenged Edward with his eyes, not moving at all and enjoying the sensation of being handled like that.

"A hand? We risk staining your suit," Edward pointed out.

"Oh, so you're willing to see me walking about, pitching a tent, then?"

"No." Edward leaned toward him and whispered in his ear. "I'm not going to give you a hand, but something else."

"What?"

"Head," Edward said simply.

Adrian's cock twitched desperately. Okay, so maybe pushing Edward toward the enormous bed, impeccably made, and ramming into him until they both lost their voices, wasn't in the cards. But getting his cock sucked sounded pretty good, too, unless Edward just wanted to tease him, and he would really have to live through the torture of visiting a kinky sex club as he tried hard to behave.