The Coach
Way back in December 2009, I posted this fic to the Friends and Lovers Challenge but somehow never posted it here. Better late than never, I hope.
Title: The Coach
Writer: fansee
Notes: A big hug to my wonderful beta, chering, and another to brianslave68 whose icon inspired this fic.
Daphne came through the door of my Jay Street apartment like a 95 lb. hurricane. "Oh my God, Justin, I can't believe I'm here."
I swear she was airborne for five seconds before she wrapped herself around me, hugging me breathless. For a pint-sized person, she is unexpectedly strong. "I missed you so much."'
"I missed you, too, Daph. It's been…."
"More than two years," she said.
I shook my head. "It seems longer…much longer. Sit down and tell me all about Tonga."
"You read my blog…."
"When you could post…."
"And you saw my mom after she and Dad got home, so you know all about me…."
"I don't, not really…."
"Well, Tonga was beautiful, and the people were wonderful. It’s all in my blog. But right now I want to hear what you’ve been up to since the Peace Corp sent me to the South Pacific."
"I e-mailed you," I said feebly. I knew my e-mails had been neither long nor chatty, and I'd only e-mailed in response to her posts. Those had been infrequent. The nearest cyber café, with its 56K dial-up connection, was in Pangai , a ten-mile drive from the high school where she taught English. She'd had to hitch a ride to get there, so often a month or more would go by between posts.
"Yeah, right. So-o-o informative. 'Hi, Daphne. I'm fine. Keeping busy. May take part in an exhibit next month. Still paying the rent by working at Gregorio's. Haven't been back to the Pitts in a couple of months. Miss you. Love, Justin.' I'd ask you a bunch of questions in my e-mail and you'd maybe answer one. Maybe."
I shrugged. What could I say? She was right.
"And what's with changing your cell phone number and not telling anyone?"
"I told people."
"You didn't tell me. I asked my mother, and she didn't have your number, either. I'd have called you before I left home, instead of just e-mailing you."
"I e-mailed you back. Besides, you could have asked Michael…or Debbie…or my mom, of course. "
She looked at me speculatively, her gaze intent. "Could I have asked Brian?"
"Um…I don't know. Probably."
"Did you give it to him?"
"Not exactly."
"What does that mean? 'Not exactly?'"
"No, I didn't give it to him. Listen, how about a soda? Or something else?"
"Soda's fine."
I grabbed us both a Coke and a bag of chips and joined her on the couch. She was snuggled into one end, I sat at the other. I grinned at her. "Just like old times," I said.
"Yeah. And just like old times, you're going to tell me what's going on with your life. Everything that's going on with your life."
"Well, my agent thinks I may get a place in an exhibit for young artists in the spring, and I've got a commission for two paintings for a dentist's office that I'll have finished by the end of next week. I'm…."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's all good, but how's Brian? What's up there?"
I hesitated. "O.K., I guess."
"You guess?"
"It's been a while."
"What's 'a while'?"
"About six months."
"Oh my god! Justin!"
"I know."
"Are you good with this? Are you seeing somebody else? In love? What the fuck happened?"
Too many questions. I answered the last one. "I don't know. It just sort of…happened. In the beginning Brian came to New York a couple of times. The last time was when I was part of a student exhibition at the School. I was lucky to get into the exhibit, and seeing the other participants…well, that was a reality check. I realized how much I still had to learn. He hasn't been back since. After that he was always too busy to come here, and I kind of got on my high horse and said the next time we got together it would be here. He said, Fine, but it still never happened. Then Christmas came…."
"Christmas?"
"Yeah."
"So it's been about nine months?" I nodded. "And that's all right with you?"
I shrugged again. I was doing a lot of shrugging.
"It's not all right with you?" I didn't say anything. I just looked at her. "I can't believe you two. I can't believe you. I go away for two years…."
"Twenty-seven months."
"Twenty-seven months, and you fuck everything up. Don't you remember any of the advice I've given you over the years?"
"I remember, right at the beginning, you told me to pick up some hot, hunky guy and parade him under Brian's nose to make him jealous."
"It worked, didn't it?"
Yes, it did. Daphne and I were young and we were gutsy. Once we got into Babylon, I had the balls to take off my shirt, go down on the dance floor, and dance with the hottest guys I could find.
I grinned back at her. "Yeah, it worked."
"Remember how Brian lifted you up to kiss you? Right there, in the middle of the dance floor?"
Yes, I remember. I remember him hooking his hand in my waistband and leading me through the dancers to the backroom. The sights, sounds and smells over-whelmed me. I glimpsed bodies nude and semi-nude in the dim light: men kneeling, men leaning up against a wall, men moving rhythmically. I couldn't look and couldn't look away. My ears were assaulted by moans and curses and an occasional low laugh, but most inescapable were the smells: sweat and come and something else that might have been testosterone.
Then Brian's hand was on my head, pushing down. I looked up at him and he nodded. I dropped to my knees and watched, fascinated and a little frightened, as Brian's long fingers unsnapped his fly. I was afraid to look around and see how many people were watching - I was sure they were - since I was so inexperienced and so unsure what I should do next. Then Brian held out his hand to me, and I grabbed it gratefully. He guided my hand to his cock, and all at once I knew what to do.
I took charge. I knelt up and took his cock into my mouth, pressing my tongue into the big vein on the back, cradling his balls in one hand. I thought of everything I'd fantasized about and about everything Brian's expert mouth had done to me, and my own penis stiffened uncomfortably. I backed off, teasing his slit then, as I felt his cock hardening, I started to suck gently. His hand on my head, pressing down, told me to increase the pressure, and I moaned in response. Now he was fucking my mouth, and I held my breath, trying not to gag. Come filled my mouth and I swallowed frantically. Brian pulled out just as the gag impulse became over-whelming and finished by jerking off into a handkerchief. I gagged and spat out whatever was in my mouth, my eyes on the floor. I was too embarrassed to look around to see who had watched me fail.
Brian reached down and pulled me to my feet. "Brian," I started to say, "I'm so sor…," but his tongue was filling my mouth, tasting his own come, while his other hand cupped my dick.
When he pulled away, he gave my dick a squeeze, and said, "Save that for when we get back to my place." I remember how relieved I was. I remember how young I was.
"I was so fucking young, wasn't I?" I said to Daphne.
"We both were," she said.
"That technique won't work anymore."
"Guess not." She grabbed a handful of chips and ate them one by one. "And since you're not in the same city, it's going to be tough turning up everywhere he goes."
I laughed. "Your stalking advice. It worked. I'm sorry, Daph, I can't go back to Pittsburgh right now, and I'm not even sure I want to. It's his turn to make the first move."
"It is, but if it's been nearly a year…."
"It's not going to happen."
"You're sure?" I nodded emphatically. "Okay, so what else is happening?"
"I'm waiting tables at Gregorio's four or five nights a week, like I said in my e-mail, and I'm taking a class, and in between I try to find time to get some sleep and to paint."
"What are you taking this semester?"
"I'm taking a design course - Two-Dimensional Design. So interesting, Daph."
She slitted her eyes at me. "You must be doing pretty well, to be able to afford a course." I looked away. "Or did your father finally decide to pay up?"
I said, "Not really." I hesitated. "Actually, Brian has been paying."
She sat up straight. "Let me get this straight! You guys aren't talking, aren't even e-mailing?" She raised her eyebrows. I nodded yes. "But Brian is paying for courses for you?"
"I cut back from two courses to one when he stopped calling."
"But he's still keeping tabs on you and paying your tuition."
"The University bills him."
"You two are so fucked up. Did you ever think that if you didn't sign up for anything, he might have to get in touch with you to find out why?"
"Yeah, but…."
"But what?"
"There's a lot I still need to learn, and….."
"And?"
I spit it out. "And it makes me feel…connected."
She wrinkled her nose. "Fuck. Damn, Justin." She flipped open her cell. "I hate to leave, but I'm supposed to get together with my roommate from college. You remember Ashley, don't you? Come with me and we'll all go out to dinner."
I said, "I'd love to, but I really have to work on my dental art. Are you going back to the Pitts tonight?"
She shook her head. "I'll be around for a couple of days. I'm staying with Ash. Why don't I give you a call tomorrow, and we'll get together. In the meantime, I'm going to think about your Brian-problem. There's got to be something we can do."
I agreed, we hugged, and she left in another whirlwind. I shook my head as I shut the door. Daphne! Almost 25 years old and still thinks she's a romance coach. This time, however, there's no coaching possible. I'm here, he's there, and that's it. It's over. It's been over for months. I'm over him.
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Daphne clicked her cell phone shut and looked at the clock on the night stand. 12:30 a.m. I think I've timed it right and covered all my bases. I hope. Nothing more to do except wait. Wait and see.
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Daphne woke me up the next morning. She apologized for calling so early, but she said that she and Ashley had been invited out of town for the weekend. She'd tried to get out of it, but she just couldn't, so we weren't going to be able to get together today. We agreed we'd meet for lunch on Monday.
When I hung up, I told myself I wasn't disappointed and that I needed the weekend for dental art…that much was true…but Daphne and I go back to kindergarten. Leaving aside the topic of Brian and me - I was determined we were going to leave that topic aside - we had a lot to talk about. I told myself that it would be okay: I had a class Monday morning, but once that was over, we'd have the rest of the day.
One of the reasons I rented this apartment, besides the fact that I could almost afford it, was the big window in my bedroom. My bed was pushed into a corner of the room, and the rest of the space was taken up with easels, a worktable, a small chest of drawers for some supplies and a rickety bookcase for the rest. Drying oils leaned up against every open wall space.
I rolled out of bed as soon as I hung up on Daphne. I went through my usual morning routine and was ready to get back to work on my first piece a little before 8:00 a.m. I had just started adding some details to the foliage when someone pounded on my door.
"What the fuck?" I muttered and started through the living room.
"Justin! Justin, are you in there?"
I froze at the sound of a voice I hadn't heard for ten months, one week, and three days.
Thump! "God damn it."
"Brian?" My voice came out as a croak which, since it coincided with another thump, must have been inaudible.
There was silence for a moment as I started toward the door. "Brian? Brian? Just a minute. Just a fucking minute. I'm coming."
There was a softer thump on the door, and I thought I heard Brian say, "Thank God," but I couldn't be sure.
I opened the door. Brian yanked me into his arms and clamped his mouth down on mine. I went up on my toes, wound my arms around his neck, and fell into him. He smelled like expensive aftershave and tasted like morning coffee, with maybe a hint of toothpaste. He felt like home.
Much too soon, he pulled away and said, "Are you all right? You seem okay." I narrowed my eyes and squinted at him. What the fuck was he talking about? I said, "Let's get out of the hallway."
Brian followed me into my tiny living room. As soon as I had shut the door, he tipped my head up with a finger and stared intently. "You look okay," he said. He ran his hands down my sides almost clinically, as though searching for damage. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you."
I shook my head, trying to shake off my confusion. "Why would there be anything wrong?"
"Daphne said you'd been taken out of here on a gurney."
That remark clarified his actions considerably. "Wha-at? When the hell did Daphne say that?"
"She didn't. She left a message on my Voice Mail. I picked it up when I got in from Babylon last night."
"And you didn't just call me because…?"
"You know why. You changed your number and didn't give it to anyone. I tried to call Daphne back and her phone was off. Then I woke up half of Pittsburgh in the middle of the night trying to find someone who knew it. What the fuck were you trying to do, disappear?"
I pulled away. "What the fuck were you trying to do for the last year, kick me to the curb? Why should I give you my new number? You aren't interested."
He looked away. "I'm interested."
"You have a funny goddamn way of showing it. Why wouldn't you come here? You never fucking called, you never fucking e-mailed me. Asshole." By now I was yelling.
He wasn't yelling. He was mumbling. "At the student exhibit, you were talking of quitting, you wanted to come back home. That would have just been wrong. So…."
"So your brilliant solution was to cut me off completely?"
“You’re still here, making a life for yourself, going to school and creating art in New York, aren’t you?”
I stared back at him, caught off-guard again by his screwed up logic. His conclusion was correct, but there were so many other ways we could have arrived at the same result, all of which would have been less painful for both of us. "Brian, that is the most ridic…."
Brian can move quickly when he wants to. His long arm reached out and pulled me in. His tongue was filling my mouth, in up to the root, and his hand pushed past the waistband of my sweats to cover my cock. I sucked hard on his tongue and thrust into the heat of his hand. He was backing me up the few steps to the couch. When my shins hit, I sat down. Brian followed me, covering me, then capturing me between the back of the couch and his body. I raised my body, and together we worked my sweats off. He reared up on his knees, and I made a place for him between my legs. I reached for the snap on his jeans, but he had them unsnapped before I could do more than fumble around.
I made a low sound and said, "Fuck, Brian, it's been too long."
"Yeah. Much too long." He grunted, and I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered.
I swung my leg up over the back of the couch while Brian scrabbled for the lube and condom he always seems to have in his pockets. I pushed myself up on one elbow and ran my other hand up his torso, over his abs, feeling the smooth skin over hard muscle. "Mmm."
My other foot was on his shoulder, and he was pushing his way in. I opened my eyes and looked into his, inches away from mine. He grinned suddenly and said, "That damn Daphne."
I smiled back, and then I lost track of why I was smiling as he moved within me. I gave myself over to feeling and sensation and Brian's home-coming.
Title: The Coach
Writer: fansee
Notes: A big hug to my wonderful beta, chering, and another to brianslave68 whose icon inspired this fic.
Daphne came through the door of my Jay Street apartment like a 95 lb. hurricane. "Oh my God, Justin, I can't believe I'm here."
I swear she was airborne for five seconds before she wrapped herself around me, hugging me breathless. For a pint-sized person, she is unexpectedly strong. "I missed you so much."'
"I missed you, too, Daph. It's been…."
"More than two years," she said.
I shook my head. "It seems longer…much longer. Sit down and tell me all about Tonga."
"You read my blog…."
"When you could post…."
"And you saw my mom after she and Dad got home, so you know all about me…."
"I don't, not really…."
"Well, Tonga was beautiful, and the people were wonderful. It’s all in my blog. But right now I want to hear what you’ve been up to since the Peace Corp sent me to the South Pacific."
"I e-mailed you," I said feebly. I knew my e-mails had been neither long nor chatty, and I'd only e-mailed in response to her posts. Those had been infrequent. The nearest cyber café, with its 56K dial-up connection, was in Pangai , a ten-mile drive from the high school where she taught English. She'd had to hitch a ride to get there, so often a month or more would go by between posts.
"Yeah, right. So-o-o informative. 'Hi, Daphne. I'm fine. Keeping busy. May take part in an exhibit next month. Still paying the rent by working at Gregorio's. Haven't been back to the Pitts in a couple of months. Miss you. Love, Justin.' I'd ask you a bunch of questions in my e-mail and you'd maybe answer one. Maybe."
I shrugged. What could I say? She was right.
"And what's with changing your cell phone number and not telling anyone?"
"I told people."
"You didn't tell me. I asked my mother, and she didn't have your number, either. I'd have called you before I left home, instead of just e-mailing you."
"I e-mailed you back. Besides, you could have asked Michael…or Debbie…or my mom, of course. "
She looked at me speculatively, her gaze intent. "Could I have asked Brian?"
"Um…I don't know. Probably."
"Did you give it to him?"
"Not exactly."
"What does that mean? 'Not exactly?'"
"No, I didn't give it to him. Listen, how about a soda? Or something else?"
"Soda's fine."
I grabbed us both a Coke and a bag of chips and joined her on the couch. She was snuggled into one end, I sat at the other. I grinned at her. "Just like old times," I said.
"Yeah. And just like old times, you're going to tell me what's going on with your life. Everything that's going on with your life."
"Well, my agent thinks I may get a place in an exhibit for young artists in the spring, and I've got a commission for two paintings for a dentist's office that I'll have finished by the end of next week. I'm…."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's all good, but how's Brian? What's up there?"
I hesitated. "O.K., I guess."
"You guess?"
"It's been a while."
"What's 'a while'?"
"About six months."
"Oh my god! Justin!"
"I know."
"Are you good with this? Are you seeing somebody else? In love? What the fuck happened?"
Too many questions. I answered the last one. "I don't know. It just sort of…happened. In the beginning Brian came to New York a couple of times. The last time was when I was part of a student exhibition at the School. I was lucky to get into the exhibit, and seeing the other participants…well, that was a reality check. I realized how much I still had to learn. He hasn't been back since. After that he was always too busy to come here, and I kind of got on my high horse and said the next time we got together it would be here. He said, Fine, but it still never happened. Then Christmas came…."
"Christmas?"
"Yeah."
"So it's been about nine months?" I nodded. "And that's all right with you?"
I shrugged again. I was doing a lot of shrugging.
"It's not all right with you?" I didn't say anything. I just looked at her. "I can't believe you two. I can't believe you. I go away for two years…."
"Twenty-seven months."
"Twenty-seven months, and you fuck everything up. Don't you remember any of the advice I've given you over the years?"
"I remember, right at the beginning, you told me to pick up some hot, hunky guy and parade him under Brian's nose to make him jealous."
"It worked, didn't it?"
Yes, it did. Daphne and I were young and we were gutsy. Once we got into Babylon, I had the balls to take off my shirt, go down on the dance floor, and dance with the hottest guys I could find.
I grinned back at her. "Yeah, it worked."
"Remember how Brian lifted you up to kiss you? Right there, in the middle of the dance floor?"
Yes, I remember. I remember him hooking his hand in my waistband and leading me through the dancers to the backroom. The sights, sounds and smells over-whelmed me. I glimpsed bodies nude and semi-nude in the dim light: men kneeling, men leaning up against a wall, men moving rhythmically. I couldn't look and couldn't look away. My ears were assaulted by moans and curses and an occasional low laugh, but most inescapable were the smells: sweat and come and something else that might have been testosterone.
Then Brian's hand was on my head, pushing down. I looked up at him and he nodded. I dropped to my knees and watched, fascinated and a little frightened, as Brian's long fingers unsnapped his fly. I was afraid to look around and see how many people were watching - I was sure they were - since I was so inexperienced and so unsure what I should do next. Then Brian held out his hand to me, and I grabbed it gratefully. He guided my hand to his cock, and all at once I knew what to do.
I took charge. I knelt up and took his cock into my mouth, pressing my tongue into the big vein on the back, cradling his balls in one hand. I thought of everything I'd fantasized about and about everything Brian's expert mouth had done to me, and my own penis stiffened uncomfortably. I backed off, teasing his slit then, as I felt his cock hardening, I started to suck gently. His hand on my head, pressing down, told me to increase the pressure, and I moaned in response. Now he was fucking my mouth, and I held my breath, trying not to gag. Come filled my mouth and I swallowed frantically. Brian pulled out just as the gag impulse became over-whelming and finished by jerking off into a handkerchief. I gagged and spat out whatever was in my mouth, my eyes on the floor. I was too embarrassed to look around to see who had watched me fail.
Brian reached down and pulled me to my feet. "Brian," I started to say, "I'm so sor…," but his tongue was filling my mouth, tasting his own come, while his other hand cupped my dick.
When he pulled away, he gave my dick a squeeze, and said, "Save that for when we get back to my place." I remember how relieved I was. I remember how young I was.
"I was so fucking young, wasn't I?" I said to Daphne.
"We both were," she said.
"That technique won't work anymore."
"Guess not." She grabbed a handful of chips and ate them one by one. "And since you're not in the same city, it's going to be tough turning up everywhere he goes."
I laughed. "Your stalking advice. It worked. I'm sorry, Daph, I can't go back to Pittsburgh right now, and I'm not even sure I want to. It's his turn to make the first move."
"It is, but if it's been nearly a year…."
"It's not going to happen."
"You're sure?" I nodded emphatically. "Okay, so what else is happening?"
"I'm waiting tables at Gregorio's four or five nights a week, like I said in my e-mail, and I'm taking a class, and in between I try to find time to get some sleep and to paint."
"What are you taking this semester?"
"I'm taking a design course - Two-Dimensional Design. So interesting, Daph."
She slitted her eyes at me. "You must be doing pretty well, to be able to afford a course." I looked away. "Or did your father finally decide to pay up?"
I said, "Not really." I hesitated. "Actually, Brian has been paying."
She sat up straight. "Let me get this straight! You guys aren't talking, aren't even e-mailing?" She raised her eyebrows. I nodded yes. "But Brian is paying for courses for you?"
"I cut back from two courses to one when he stopped calling."
"But he's still keeping tabs on you and paying your tuition."
"The University bills him."
"You two are so fucked up. Did you ever think that if you didn't sign up for anything, he might have to get in touch with you to find out why?"
"Yeah, but…."
"But what?"
"There's a lot I still need to learn, and….."
"And?"
I spit it out. "And it makes me feel…connected."
She wrinkled her nose. "Fuck. Damn, Justin." She flipped open her cell. "I hate to leave, but I'm supposed to get together with my roommate from college. You remember Ashley, don't you? Come with me and we'll all go out to dinner."
I said, "I'd love to, but I really have to work on my dental art. Are you going back to the Pitts tonight?"
She shook her head. "I'll be around for a couple of days. I'm staying with Ash. Why don't I give you a call tomorrow, and we'll get together. In the meantime, I'm going to think about your Brian-problem. There's got to be something we can do."
I agreed, we hugged, and she left in another whirlwind. I shook my head as I shut the door. Daphne! Almost 25 years old and still thinks she's a romance coach. This time, however, there's no coaching possible. I'm here, he's there, and that's it. It's over. It's been over for months. I'm over him.
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Daphne clicked her cell phone shut and looked at the clock on the night stand. 12:30 a.m. I think I've timed it right and covered all my bases. I hope. Nothing more to do except wait. Wait and see.
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Daphne woke me up the next morning. She apologized for calling so early, but she said that she and Ashley had been invited out of town for the weekend. She'd tried to get out of it, but she just couldn't, so we weren't going to be able to get together today. We agreed we'd meet for lunch on Monday.
When I hung up, I told myself I wasn't disappointed and that I needed the weekend for dental art…that much was true…but Daphne and I go back to kindergarten. Leaving aside the topic of Brian and me - I was determined we were going to leave that topic aside - we had a lot to talk about. I told myself that it would be okay: I had a class Monday morning, but once that was over, we'd have the rest of the day.
One of the reasons I rented this apartment, besides the fact that I could almost afford it, was the big window in my bedroom. My bed was pushed into a corner of the room, and the rest of the space was taken up with easels, a worktable, a small chest of drawers for some supplies and a rickety bookcase for the rest. Drying oils leaned up against every open wall space.
I rolled out of bed as soon as I hung up on Daphne. I went through my usual morning routine and was ready to get back to work on my first piece a little before 8:00 a.m. I had just started adding some details to the foliage when someone pounded on my door.
"What the fuck?" I muttered and started through the living room.
"Justin! Justin, are you in there?"
I froze at the sound of a voice I hadn't heard for ten months, one week, and three days.
Thump! "God damn it."
"Brian?" My voice came out as a croak which, since it coincided with another thump, must have been inaudible.
There was silence for a moment as I started toward the door. "Brian? Brian? Just a minute. Just a fucking minute. I'm coming."
There was a softer thump on the door, and I thought I heard Brian say, "Thank God," but I couldn't be sure.
I opened the door. Brian yanked me into his arms and clamped his mouth down on mine. I went up on my toes, wound my arms around his neck, and fell into him. He smelled like expensive aftershave and tasted like morning coffee, with maybe a hint of toothpaste. He felt like home.
Much too soon, he pulled away and said, "Are you all right? You seem okay." I narrowed my eyes and squinted at him. What the fuck was he talking about? I said, "Let's get out of the hallway."
Brian followed me into my tiny living room. As soon as I had shut the door, he tipped my head up with a finger and stared intently. "You look okay," he said. He ran his hands down my sides almost clinically, as though searching for damage. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you."
I shook my head, trying to shake off my confusion. "Why would there be anything wrong?"
"Daphne said you'd been taken out of here on a gurney."
That remark clarified his actions considerably. "Wha-at? When the hell did Daphne say that?"
"She didn't. She left a message on my Voice Mail. I picked it up when I got in from Babylon last night."
"And you didn't just call me because…?"
"You know why. You changed your number and didn't give it to anyone. I tried to call Daphne back and her phone was off. Then I woke up half of Pittsburgh in the middle of the night trying to find someone who knew it. What the fuck were you trying to do, disappear?"
I pulled away. "What the fuck were you trying to do for the last year, kick me to the curb? Why should I give you my new number? You aren't interested."
He looked away. "I'm interested."
"You have a funny goddamn way of showing it. Why wouldn't you come here? You never fucking called, you never fucking e-mailed me. Asshole." By now I was yelling.
He wasn't yelling. He was mumbling. "At the student exhibit, you were talking of quitting, you wanted to come back home. That would have just been wrong. So…."
"So your brilliant solution was to cut me off completely?"
“You’re still here, making a life for yourself, going to school and creating art in New York, aren’t you?”
I stared back at him, caught off-guard again by his screwed up logic. His conclusion was correct, but there were so many other ways we could have arrived at the same result, all of which would have been less painful for both of us. "Brian, that is the most ridic…."
Brian can move quickly when he wants to. His long arm reached out and pulled me in. His tongue was filling my mouth, in up to the root, and his hand pushed past the waistband of my sweats to cover my cock. I sucked hard on his tongue and thrust into the heat of his hand. He was backing me up the few steps to the couch. When my shins hit, I sat down. Brian followed me, covering me, then capturing me between the back of the couch and his body. I raised my body, and together we worked my sweats off. He reared up on his knees, and I made a place for him between my legs. I reached for the snap on his jeans, but he had them unsnapped before I could do more than fumble around.
I made a low sound and said, "Fuck, Brian, it's been too long."
"Yeah. Much too long." He grunted, and I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered.
I swung my leg up over the back of the couch while Brian scrabbled for the lube and condom he always seems to have in his pockets. I pushed myself up on one elbow and ran my other hand up his torso, over his abs, feeling the smooth skin over hard muscle. "Mmm."
My other foot was on his shoulder, and he was pushing his way in. I opened my eyes and looked into his, inches away from mine. He grinned suddenly and said, "That damn Daphne."
I smiled back, and then I lost track of why I was smiling as he moved within me. I gave myself over to feeling and sensation and Brian's home-coming.