Not the Last Time
by Gail (gem225@hotmail.com)
from Brian's pov, part 3
Rating: adult
Please do not archive this story without asking me first. The copyright belongs to me.
Thanks to Tinnean, Nomi, Beth, Elizabeth, Scarlet, Karen, Mandy, and Greg for their time and support, and to Elizabeth and Tinnean for their betas.
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I woke up sticky, sore, and semi-hard. The last wasn't surprising as soon as I realized who the warm body on the other side of the bed was: Michael Barry. I turned over to my other side to look at him, and my cock brushed against him. I froze as he stirred, then he dug his head into the pillow.
I waited a few deep breaths until he was still, then sat up carefully. The clock on his side of the bed had the time in bright red numbers: six-thirteen. If I got up now, I could splash some water on my body and put on my clothes from last night, then decide if I wanted to leave quietly or deal with his sarcasm and anger.
Of course, maybe he wouldn't be sarcastic or angry. Maybe he'd be happy that I was there with him. Right, and I'd get a million dollar check when I opened my mail.
I took another look at him and breathed in his scent, and my cock got harder. Maybe I should lie down and wake him with kisses and nips and take his cock into my mouth and suck him hard until he came, but I didn't know if that was a good idea.
But I wanted to, and it was time that I got to do what I wanted with him.
I pulled the sheet slowly off his body, down to his waist, then to his thighs. He was on his side facing the middle of the bed, so it was easy to lean over and lick his near nipple. He made a small noise, and I sucked the nipple into my mouth.
"What the hell are you doing?"
I stopped sucking his nipple and looked up at his frowning face. "Trying to get you hard."
His frown smoothed away. "Ah. Well, go on."
That easy? Or was it that he liked having me want him that much? I didn't need to question this - I was going to get what I wanted.
I went back to sucking and felt his hand cup the back of my head, holding me there, and I sucked harder.
Then his hand wasn't there. I let go of his nipple and started kissing my way down his chest until I reached his groin and his hard cock.
I slid my lips around the head and swirled my tongue over it, then took in some of the shaft. This time he was going to come when I wanted him to.
I got my hand on his balls and rolled them while I sucked. I heard his harsh breathing and felt his body tensing.
Michael was all mine now.
At last he groaned and thrust into my mouth, and I swallowed over and over again. Michael's come had a bitter taste, but I liked it.
I pulled my mouth off him, licked my lips to get the last of his come, and looked up at his face. I liked seeing him satisfied, but my cock was more than ready for some attention.
Before I could say anything about that, he was speaking. "Get up here."
I shifted up next to him. He reached for my erection, and I shivered as his warm fingers closed around it. I wished that he'd put his free arm around me and hold me against him, but I was realistic enough to know that probably wasn't going to happen.
He worked my cock, and while it wasn't the rhythm that I would have used, the novelty and the knowledge that he was doing it had me coming faster than I had in a long time.
"Thank you."
"Yes."
I waited, but all he did was stare at me.
"Thank you for letting me stay the night." Still nothing from Michael. "I'd like to do this again."
His eyes grew cool, and I thought that he was going to tell me to go to hell.
"Would you really?"
"Yes."
He looked away, and I was silent. I hoped that he believed me. What else could I do to get him to believe me? Maybe only time would do that, if he'd give me time.
He looked back, and I couldn't tell from his face what he was thinking. "What about Kate?"
I smiled, although I was sorry to hear that he was thinking of her. "Why would I want Kate when I can have you?"
His face eased into a smile. "I can't argue with that." Then his smile vanished. "But I want her, and I'm going to have her, as I told you."
"I had more than one reason for coming here last night. I came here at Kate's request, to get you to stop chasing her. She doesn't want either of us, Michael."
"What? She wants me."
I was silent. I'd delivered my message, and elaborating on it would not help.
"She *does*. But I can see she's told you she's not interested and you believe her."
"Call her if you like. Or listen to her sometime. She doesn't want a relationship. She wants - I'm not sure what she wants, but maybe that's the problem."
Her not knowing *was* the problem, and I hoped that Kate would figure out what she wanted, but I was fairly sure that it wouldn't be Michael. I knew that it wouldn't be me.
He shook his head and was silent for a long moment, then he looked straight at me with a faint smile on his lips. I liked seeing it.
"So Kate doesn't want me."
I nodded.
He leaned over and ran his tongue over my lips. "But *you* want me."
God, yes. I nodded again and stared at his face, so near. How had Kate resisted him?
"And you want me more than you want Kate."
There was no question about that.
He ran his tongue over his lips this time, and I leaned over to kiss him, but he drew back.
"So there's no use in you hanging around Kate, is there?"
I blinked. Ah. This was Michael trying to play me. I'd hoped... but maybe the situation wasn't beyond hope. I could give him what he wanted without lying, but I wasn't going to give in so easily that I'd get nothing. This could be my chance.
"If I do, what do I get, Michael? You?"
He kissed me too briefly. "If you'll do as you're told," he kissed me again, longer and with tongue, "you'll find that you get what you need."
What I needed. That had to mean me getting fucked, and him in charge. Could I live with that, with Michael making the rules about everything that had anything to do with us?
I could, as long as I had some hope that things would change, and I had that hope. If I lost it, I'd end it.
"I'll do as I'm told." For a while.
"Then you'll get what you need."
And he'd get what he needed, but he wouldn't admit that to me. "When does this arrangement of ours start?" I wasn't going to leave until I got more than his promise.
"Tonight soon enough for you?"
"I'll look forward to it." I wasn't sure that I'd be able to do much other than look forward to it.
"Eight o'clock. Don't be late."
I smiled. "I won't be."
He cupped my chin in his hand. "One word about this to anyone, and it's over. Do you understand?"
"I understand. You don't have to worry. I have no desire to tell anyone. I like my privacy."
"And I like mine." He let go of my chin. "Then we understand each other."
I nodded. I understood him, but I doubted that he understood me. Maybe someday.
"I'll see you tonight."
I knew a dismissal when I heard one, and if I didn't, Michael getting off the bed, putting on a robe, picking up my pants, and holding them out to me would have given me a hell of a clue. I stood and took my pants from him. I'd dress and go home. I could shower and have coffee there before going to work.
He smiled, and I thought that I saw something that might have been warmth, then he turned away and I wondered if I'd been right. I watched him walk out of the room, then pulled on my pants.
This wasn't the last time I'd see Michael naked, and this wasn't the last time I'd be in his bed. I'd gotten the chance I wanted, and I'd see about making the most of it.
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Posted 2/22/04
