Ten Tremont - Chapter 4
In which Marc sees a blonde....
I got home around 7:30 this morning because I’d taken hospital call the night before. I’d had two-and-a-half hours of not very restful sleep between the late-night stabbing and the early-morning-commute crash, but now I was off until 6:30 a.m. the next day. I was on my way to get Adrian up with a little early morning head when I passed between his desk and that window…the window that looks into Kinney’s apartment.
I turned my head for a quick, unplanned look and, sure enough, something was happening chez Kinney. Brian was opening the door to his loft and…I stood still…he was letting in a blonde. A woman. A woman carrying something. I looked around and saw Adrian’s latest purchase lying on a corner of his desk. With a distinct twinge of conscience I picked them up and adjusted them to bring the scene into focus.
Yep, his visitor was a woman, and she was cradling a baby…a boy by the blue of his blanket and his little knit cap. I barely had time to take this all in when a tattooed dude in a skimpy wifebeater joined Brian and the blonde. Big guy, with shoulders out to there and a huge chest…a very different type from the youngster I saw crying over Brian the other night…and a far more appropriate fuck for Brian, in my opinion. The guy went right over to mother and child and started coochy-cooing the baby.
That didn’t last long. Mom handed the baby…an infant, really…to Brian. For a moment, Brian seemed surprised that the trick was interested in the baby at all, but almost immediately he went into alpha-male mode and ran off his rival. He and his trick exchanged glares until Brian - on his home turf - turned his back on the man and started cuddling the baby. The trick went through the open door and left the little family behind.
Why do I call the three a family? Whether or not there is a biological relationship between Brian and the baby, his actions with the trick definitely looked possessive. He clearly did not want another male asserting any claims to the child. The baby could be…probably is…the child of a friend or even a sister or cousin, but in any case, Brian is attached to the little guy. He continued to hold him, even after the trick left, with a tender smile on his face.
On second thought, the blonde’s not a sister, and if the woman is a cousin, she’s a kissin’ cousin. She was flirting with Brian outrageously, standing close to him, focusing on him, and smiling appealingly. She seemed pretty comfortable in Brian’s loft, too. She went into his refrigerator and got out a bottle of water, all the while Brian held the baby to his bare chest. That man’s body is amazing and completely wasted on an infant. From the way she looked at him, Mom wouldn’t mind a little cuddle with that sleek body herself.
After another brief conversation, Mom took the baby back and left, leaving Brian looking a little pensive.
I plopped the binoculars back on Adrian’s desk and went to get him up.
Adrian is a bed-hog. As usual, he was stretched across 75% of the bed, stark naked, flat on his stomach, long legs asprawl, head flat on the mattress, one hand tucked under his chest, the other flung across my side of the bed. If I felt romantic, I would say that he was reaching for me. In the less romantic version, he was staking his claim to as much of the bed as possible. The realistic explanation is that sleeping is an athletic event for Adrian. I can’t figure out why he gets up rested. He spends the entire night turning and flailing and alternately grabbing for the covers and pushing them away, all the while covering as much of the bed as possible. Like I said, a bed-hog.
He might try to say the same thing about me, but he’s got longer legs and arms so he’s a more successful bed-hog.
I was probably looking at him with an expression akin to the one Brian gave the baby. He’s changed my life. Oh, I had a good life, a satisfying life, but it was monochromatic. Adrian brought me all the colors of the rainbow. He’s spontaneous, uninhibited, smart, argumentative, annoying, friendly, and sexy as hell. Right now, looking down at him, I could feel a familiar stirring.
One thing about scrubs…they’re easy to shed. Adrian was in covers-off mode, so I knelt between his bare legs and contemplated his impressive ass. For a lanky guy, Adrian has a very nice pair of gluteus maximus. I leaned forward and started gently massaging his shoulders. Adrian stirred a little, then moaned his approval. I worked my way down his back, but when I got to his ass, he rolled over. He pushed himself up on his elbows, then used one hand to pull me down for a kiss. “I could use a little help here,” he muttered.
He certainly could. His dick was rigid and dripping. I licked up the pre-cum, then made myself comfortable between his legs, and got down to business. I managed, with difficulty, to drag it out long enough so that I could get myself off, too, right after he came. Thank God we have a washer and dryer right here in the apartment; we need to change the sheets again.
I went in the kitchen and made coffee while Adrian got himself up. I popped a bagel in the toaster and got out the cream cheese while the coffee brewed, then sat down at the table with Adrian. I said, “I think your Brian Kinney is bi.”
“No way! Absolutely not.” He sounded very certain.
“Well, he had a blonde, early morning visitor less than an hour ago, and she wasn’t your Justin.”
“She, huh? Did they fuck?”
“No. She had….”
He interrupted me. I hate that. “Well, that’s one of the first visitors we’ve seen who didn’t get fucked.”
“As I was about to say, before you so rudely interrupted me, was, She had an infant with her.”
“No shit!”
“No shit. And he held the baby and cuddled it the whole time she was there.”
“Listen, Marc, just because we’re gay, doesn’t mean we don’t love babies. There’re guys all over the country with babies.”
“You should have seen Mom. She’s blonde, she’s beautiful, she’s real comfortable in that loft, and she’s head over heels in love with Brian.”
Adrian looked thoughtful. He took another bite of his half of the bagel and chewed. Finally he said, “If you’re right, I’m very surprised. He doesn’t bring a trick home every night, but I’ll bet he gets his rocks off somewhere before he comes home. The guy’s a slut.”
I had to be honest. “He had a big, brawny guy with him when the girl got there.”
“See! See?”
“Yeah. If he’s not bi, there’s a good-looking woman out there with a major crush on Mr. Kinney.”
We started talking about our day, and Adrian said he had a proposal he wanted to submit today. He has a courier picking it up at 2:00 p.m., so when he’d finished his bagel, he poured himself another coffee and headed for his desk. A minute later he yelled, “Busted!”
I stuck my head into his office space. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He waved the binoculars in my direction. “You didn’t put these back where you got them. I know where I left them…right on that corner of the desk…and you left them next to the telephone. You are so busted.”
What could I say? “At least I wasn’t watching any pervy activity.”
“Too bad. Maybe next time you’ll get lucky!”
That’s why I love him.
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I got home around 7:30 this morning because I’d taken hospital call the night before. I’d had two-and-a-half hours of not very restful sleep between the late-night stabbing and the early-morning-commute crash, but now I was off until 6:30 a.m. the next day. I was on my way to get Adrian up with a little early morning head when I passed between his desk and that window…the window that looks into Kinney’s apartment.
I turned my head for a quick, unplanned look and, sure enough, something was happening chez Kinney. Brian was opening the door to his loft and…I stood still…he was letting in a blonde. A woman. A woman carrying something. I looked around and saw Adrian’s latest purchase lying on a corner of his desk. With a distinct twinge of conscience I picked them up and adjusted them to bring the scene into focus.
Yep, his visitor was a woman, and she was cradling a baby…a boy by the blue of his blanket and his little knit cap. I barely had time to take this all in when a tattooed dude in a skimpy wifebeater joined Brian and the blonde. Big guy, with shoulders out to there and a huge chest…a very different type from the youngster I saw crying over Brian the other night…and a far more appropriate fuck for Brian, in my opinion. The guy went right over to mother and child and started coochy-cooing the baby.
That didn’t last long. Mom handed the baby…an infant, really…to Brian. For a moment, Brian seemed surprised that the trick was interested in the baby at all, but almost immediately he went into alpha-male mode and ran off his rival. He and his trick exchanged glares until Brian - on his home turf - turned his back on the man and started cuddling the baby. The trick went through the open door and left the little family behind.
Why do I call the three a family? Whether or not there is a biological relationship between Brian and the baby, his actions with the trick definitely looked possessive. He clearly did not want another male asserting any claims to the child. The baby could be…probably is…the child of a friend or even a sister or cousin, but in any case, Brian is attached to the little guy. He continued to hold him, even after the trick left, with a tender smile on his face.
On second thought, the blonde’s not a sister, and if the woman is a cousin, she’s a kissin’ cousin. She was flirting with Brian outrageously, standing close to him, focusing on him, and smiling appealingly. She seemed pretty comfortable in Brian’s loft, too. She went into his refrigerator and got out a bottle of water, all the while Brian held the baby to his bare chest. That man’s body is amazing and completely wasted on an infant. From the way she looked at him, Mom wouldn’t mind a little cuddle with that sleek body herself.
After another brief conversation, Mom took the baby back and left, leaving Brian looking a little pensive.
I plopped the binoculars back on Adrian’s desk and went to get him up.
Adrian is a bed-hog. As usual, he was stretched across 75% of the bed, stark naked, flat on his stomach, long legs asprawl, head flat on the mattress, one hand tucked under his chest, the other flung across my side of the bed. If I felt romantic, I would say that he was reaching for me. In the less romantic version, he was staking his claim to as much of the bed as possible. The realistic explanation is that sleeping is an athletic event for Adrian. I can’t figure out why he gets up rested. He spends the entire night turning and flailing and alternately grabbing for the covers and pushing them away, all the while covering as much of the bed as possible. Like I said, a bed-hog.
He might try to say the same thing about me, but he’s got longer legs and arms so he’s a more successful bed-hog.
I was probably looking at him with an expression akin to the one Brian gave the baby. He’s changed my life. Oh, I had a good life, a satisfying life, but it was monochromatic. Adrian brought me all the colors of the rainbow. He’s spontaneous, uninhibited, smart, argumentative, annoying, friendly, and sexy as hell. Right now, looking down at him, I could feel a familiar stirring.
One thing about scrubs…they’re easy to shed. Adrian was in covers-off mode, so I knelt between his bare legs and contemplated his impressive ass. For a lanky guy, Adrian has a very nice pair of gluteus maximus. I leaned forward and started gently massaging his shoulders. Adrian stirred a little, then moaned his approval. I worked my way down his back, but when I got to his ass, he rolled over. He pushed himself up on his elbows, then used one hand to pull me down for a kiss. “I could use a little help here,” he muttered.
He certainly could. His dick was rigid and dripping. I licked up the pre-cum, then made myself comfortable between his legs, and got down to business. I managed, with difficulty, to drag it out long enough so that I could get myself off, too, right after he came. Thank God we have a washer and dryer right here in the apartment; we need to change the sheets again.
I went in the kitchen and made coffee while Adrian got himself up. I popped a bagel in the toaster and got out the cream cheese while the coffee brewed, then sat down at the table with Adrian. I said, “I think your Brian Kinney is bi.”
“No way! Absolutely not.” He sounded very certain.
“Well, he had a blonde, early morning visitor less than an hour ago, and she wasn’t your Justin.”
“She, huh? Did they fuck?”
“No. She had….”
He interrupted me. I hate that. “Well, that’s one of the first visitors we’ve seen who didn’t get fucked.”
“As I was about to say, before you so rudely interrupted me, was, She had an infant with her.”
“No shit!”
“No shit. And he held the baby and cuddled it the whole time she was there.”
“Listen, Marc, just because we’re gay, doesn’t mean we don’t love babies. There’re guys all over the country with babies.”
“You should have seen Mom. She’s blonde, she’s beautiful, she’s real comfortable in that loft, and she’s head over heels in love with Brian.”
Adrian looked thoughtful. He took another bite of his half of the bagel and chewed. Finally he said, “If you’re right, I’m very surprised. He doesn’t bring a trick home every night, but I’ll bet he gets his rocks off somewhere before he comes home. The guy’s a slut.”
I had to be honest. “He had a big, brawny guy with him when the girl got there.”
“See! See?”
“Yeah. If he’s not bi, there’s a good-looking woman out there with a major crush on Mr. Kinney.”
We started talking about our day, and Adrian said he had a proposal he wanted to submit today. He has a courier picking it up at 2:00 p.m., so when he’d finished his bagel, he poured himself another coffee and headed for his desk. A minute later he yelled, “Busted!”
I stuck my head into his office space. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He waved the binoculars in my direction. “You didn’t put these back where you got them. I know where I left them…right on that corner of the desk…and you left them next to the telephone. You are so busted.”
What could I say? “At least I wasn’t watching any pervy activity.”
“Too bad. Maybe next time you’ll get lucky!”
That’s why I love him.
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