CHAPTER NINE: Third Time's Not Always The Charm
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Greg was the first to wake up the next morning. The inflatable mattress was comfortable enough that he slept the whole night through without interruption, but again, it didn't compare to the bed his lovely Jimmy boy was sleeping in. He stared at nothing in particular as he wondered to himself if his lesson was for just that night or if it was until James deemed necessary. Knowing there was no hope of going back to sleep, Greg rolled onto his back and started at the patterns the sunlight peeking through the curtains made on various objects around the room.
To get a better look he opted to sit up but after a few minutes he started to get the feeling like he was being watched. And out of reflex, he automatically turned to the source. There, still in the position he woken up in, brown eyes sleepily watched him. Knowing he had been found out, a smile grew on James' face before he gave a full stretch in his lying position.
"Mornin'." Greg greeted, but James shyly hid his face behind his folded arms. Already in a playful mood, Greg was quick to do something about that. Dismissing the death threat he was given the night before about getting in the bed, he pulled himself up onto the restricted area. "Shy! Being shy! You're not supposed to be shy!" he grabbed hold of James' wrists and tried to pull his arms from covering his face while laughing.
He could hear James laughing sleepily as well as he tried to burrow himself under the sheets and out of those strong hands' hold but all his halfhearted fight was for naught and before he knew it he was pinned to the bed with his arms held to the bed by his sides.
"Hmmm, what should I do with my catch?" he asked out loud.
James let out a long big yawn. Not being able to help it, Greg mirrored the yawn. "Lemme go." His quarry whined and tried to pull away.
"I don't feel like it." Was his reply.
"please?"
"No."
It was then an idea came to mind. Giving his sweetest smile, James tried to coax a kiss from his captor. And just like he knew he would, Greg gave in immediately with him falling right into James' trap. And to help add to the false sense of security he lull his captor into, with a delicate brush of a tongue against lips, he deepened the kiss. He wouldn't admit if asked, but he almost forgot about his plan as the slow but heated kiss started to wind down.
Trying hard to remind himself that this was part of some elaborate plan to get free, James quickly worked his plan by getting a hold of Greg's bottom lip between his teeth. Greg only realized something was a little muddled when James didn't let go when he tried to sit back up. Normally he'd see this as a hint to keep on kissing, but it was that cocky look of I've got you now, Bitch in those brown eyes that told him this wasn't what was going on.
"Funny," Greg said with a lisp without the full use of his bottom lip, which James had a good hold on. "I would have thought that this was the time you would normally let go."
"I'll let you go, when you let me go." He said stating his deal. Greg should have known James was up to something. He needed to remember to let his head do the thinking in these situations.
"Jimmy, why are you always playing so hard to get?" he asked against soft pink lips before he tried to pull from James' hold but stopped when he could feel teeth only holding tighter.
"Because I have to piss." He got out.
But Greg wasn't sure if he was believing that just yet. "Prove it."
"Prove it? The only way I could prove it is if I pissed!" he growled and bit a little harder to show the urgency of the situation.
"Ow, ah! Okay, okay!! Here, you're free! You're free!" he yelped and let go of James' arms. Seeing that the terms of his deal had been met, he fulfilled his end of the bargain and released his grip on Greg's lip. After he had sat up James quickly wriggled his way out from under his friend and made his way out the room and too the bathroom, leaving Greg sitting on the bed with a hand rubbing his sore lip.
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James trip to the bathroom didn't take long, but sure enough in just that little time Greg had managed to get into something, because right when James opened the bedroom door something round and white came flying at him. Quickly, he used the door as a shield and pushed the door open again after he heard the thump of it hitting. "What the hell was that?!" he cautiously walked in and looked behind the door but only found small remnants of whatever it was on the floor.
"Snow."
It was only then James noticed the open window and the cold air rushing into the warm room. "What do you mean snow?"
"I mean snow." Greg nodded his head toward the window for James to take a look. Sure enough, the faded green grass of the day before was now covered by a blanket of cold white snow. James could also see Greg's breath.
"It's getting cold in here. Close the window. You can go out and play in the snow after you get dressed for it." James instructed.
Greg shot him a look. "Thanks, Mom." But closed the window anyway.
The day after thanksgiving was a much calmer one, that is, if you're not gearing up with your elbow and knee pads at the crack of dawn to bare the insanity that was the day after thanksgiving sales. If you were one of the sane that stayed home, there seemed to be an endless supply of leftovers that could be thrown together in all different way and made into their own dishes and meals. This is what breakfast consisted of.
After breakfast James had suggested they could go outside in the snow for something to do, but Greg didn't really feel like wandering about in the cold. The snow the weather man had predicted in Baltimore earlier in the month did happen, but it really wasn't enough to do anything with and it was just a cold slush by the end of the day. But with this amount of snow, it was going to be around for a while; he had no need to worry about missing his chance at a good snowball fight. He just wanted to lay back and relax.
Not feeling quite as lazy as his friend, James opted to washing their dirty laundry. They were due to leave back for Baltimore in a few hours so it would be nice not to have to deal with dirty laundry when they got back from a tiring two hour drive. Once that was done, he was told by his mother to bring as much food as they wanted home. So, immediately we went to the task of preparing the food for transpiration. And before he knew it three o'clock had arrived and if they anted to avoid the traffic, this was the prime time to get on the road.
With goodbyes being passed around, the promise of returning on the Christmas holiday along with a surprise hug for Greg from Hazel, they were out on the road again. The two hour drive back home was relatively uneventful compared to the trip there with the cookies. Greg watched the scenery outside his window for a while, but it didn't take long before he was lulled to sleep. This time he slept until they made it back home.
And when they got home and unpacked it looked as if the evening was even more uneventful than the ride home as James pulled out some notes to studied and look over just in case that pop quiz talk was still on while Greg contemplated missing work the next day.
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Being back home was a wonderful thing. Sure visiting family was good and nice, but being able to relax and not have your guard up twenty-four/seven was even better. Greg liked being able to sleep in the same bad as James and not have to worry about anyone walking in. He also liked being able to maul his boyfriend with love… aggressively and not have to worry about someone walking around the corner and finding them or having an over-protective brother to deal with.
Ah, yes. Being home was a great. Meant later he could try his hand a third time at trying to get James to give it up. Oh, he was so close. If only he hadn't have encourage James to drink his fill. There were so many weird things that he was steadily finding out about his friend.
And as much as Greg never wanted to admit it, James turned out to be one of the most fascinating people he had run into in a long time. One of the things that seemed to make him so fascinating was the fact that they had so much in common and the things that they didn't seemed to be completely opposite. And because of this strange quirk (and because of how smart and pretty he was) in the beginning, it was Greg who followed James around.
One of the things they dealt with differently was their schooling. Though they both had their classes, Greg often declined meetings or lectures that didn't concern what he was looking to major or specialize in where as James was more than happy to attend.
Greg jokingly thought James always accepted was so he could have the excuse to dress nice and make himself pretty. Also unlike Greg, James was nearly anal about his appearance. He would often joke and make fun of his friend's need to look nice, but he would be lying if he wasn't drooling each time he wore a particular suit. And lucky for Greg the next morning held pinstripes.
Morning looked like it was going to be a relatively calm one at first. Managing to slip out of his sleeping boyfriend's arms (the term boyfriend still felt really weird to think about) without waking him up, James started to get ready for a lecture with an important guest speaker. Wanting to look at his best he grabbed his nicest suit: a three piece charcoal grey pinstripe suit.
It was that suit in particular that always seemed to get Greg drooling. It wasn't really him in the whole suit that got him going. It was when he took that jacket off and was down to the pants and vest. And when he rolled up the sleeves there was just something about it that really drove him crazy.
But what would drive him even crazier was when the days of him wearing that suit would coincide with a day he would happen to lose or misplace his contacts and was forced to wear his glasses.
James didn't really like wearing his glasses out on public. The thought they made him look mousy, meek and geeky. To him, he truly believed they took away from his looks. Normally he'd only wear them in the apartment when he didn't feel like putting his contacts in. But the moment he was about to leave the apartment, be it for a quick errand or school, he'd always put his contacts in first.
It was like a woman and her makeup.
And that morning happened to be one of those days. While in the flurry of trying to get ready for some lecture he was invited in attend, James had managed to drop one of his contacts and for the life of him couldn't find it. Fearing that he'd be late, he quickly took out the contact he did manage to get in, put it back in its case and slipped on his glasses and made his way out the bathroom with special care and went straight to the bed and woke Greg.
Being that today he didn't have any classes to worry about, Greg called in to work and told them he was taking off. Lucky he had a very lenient boss. He was granted the day off and got to sleep in as late as he wanted. He didn't even mind being woken up from his day of leisure only because the sight of James dressed up pretty with his black framed glasses on made for a very lovely view he didn't mind waking for.
Blue eyes had barely opened before James was spitting out his plight and asked, almost begged Greg if he could search the bathroom for his missing contact being that he had no time and was afraid he was going to be late as it was.
"Did it hurt?" Greg asked seriously and out of the blue.
James was a little thrown at the sudden change of subject and thought it must have been that he was still half asleep. He indulged his sleepy friend anyway. "Did what hurt?" he asked with an arched brow.
It was the smile that crept across Greg face that said he was up to no good. "Why, when you fell from heaven, of course."
James confused look slowly turned to a small grin before he dismissed the corny pick up line and went back to the task at hand, his missing contact.
Giving a stretch Greg agreed to looking for the said contact on one condition. With him you never knew what insane thing he'd be asking for next but it turned out his only condition would be a goodbye kiss. With a small smirk and a roll of the eyes, James complied and thanked him in advanced before grabbing his briefcase and rushing out the door.
Greg still wondered how he had actually caught this guy before anyone else had.
Once he woke up enough Greg pulled himself out of bed and started his promised search for the missing contact. He crept about the bathroom floor, sink and cabinets or anywhere a contact could have made its escape to. The search had lasted a good half hour before he spotted the lost thing clinging onto a black towel sitting on the floor.
Glad to have that task done and over with he decided to get back to his day of leisure and promptly made his way back to the bed and tried to get back to sleep. James would be out all day with the lecture and class or two after lunch so he really had nothing better to do.
Having nothing better to do meant a day of doing nothing. Sleeping, watching tv… sleeping. He could be doing something productive like doing the laundry that actually needed to be done but he knew better. James would do that later and he was almost sure James wouldn't let him within three foot of the washer and dryer with his clothes.
Also being that he had no desire to fix something up for dinner… knowing that he'd most probably burn and destroy anything he tried to cook, it was better to leave that to James as well. Man, that guy just screamed domestic duties.
Having ruled out the top two chores, sleeping looked like the best thing to do that didn't deal with him ruining anything or tearing up the apartment. So with a loud yawn he did his duty, and tried to get back to sleep.
Sleep wasn't that hard to achieve. The amazing thing with Greg was that if you let him he could sleep all day with no problem. He'd get up periodically to use the bathroom or eat, but after he could get right back to bed. Lazy days were totally the best. But this lazy day had a little twist to it. Sleeping in your lover's bed you could be sure of one thing: it's going to be drenched in your lover's scent. Sleeping in your lover's bed meant it was likely you were going to dream about them. Greg also found that he could recall his dreams better on these said occasions.
And dream he did. Though the first dream made absolutely no sense once so ever, he could remember walking down an interstate with James, a small ice chest and a parking garage where Will Smith hit James with a car. Greg was ready to kill Smith before James got back up and said he was fine.
Yeah, weird.
But it wasn't the only dream that starred his friend. His second made much more sense but was much more.. sexual . Maybe it was because he had seen James in that suit when he was barely awake that morning, but in his head was an absolutely gorgeous James Wilson with an equally beautiful, perfectly tailored, blue, soft, cashmere suit. This on its own was pretty hot, but mixed with glasses, blue eye shadow, liner and glitter and things were strangely hotter than hot.
But it was those brown bedroom eyes and the things he was doing with that very pretty mouth that quickly made things spiral out of control. But sadly for him it didn't last much longer as he woke with his lover's name on his lips.
Damn.
It was all he could think. If only he could have stayed out in dreamland for just a little whiles longer he wouldn't be stuck with what he had to deal with now. What he disliked more than a wet dream was one that didn't finish you off. Knowing that this was something he most definitely wouldn't be able to sleep off, he pulled himself up from the bed, fished out a bottle of personal lubricant he had stashed in his nightstand drawer for such an occasion and made his way to the bathroom.
While he worked on getting things settled in the bathroom he didn't hear the sound of keys being shoved into the deadbolt lock as the door was unlocked and opened. "Greg?" James said as he walked in but got no answer in return. He was almost sure he would be home being that his car was out front, but that really didn't mean he was still around. He could have easily walked to where ever he wanted.
James gave a good stretch as he made his way to the refrigerator for something to eat. He was going to surprise Greg by showing up during lunch before he had to head back for his classes… but it looked like it was better to make sure and check ahead of time. When he closed the refrigerator door a sound caught his attention. He was sure it came from the bathroom. "Greg?" he called at the bathroom door but again got nothing in return. So with no answer he opened the door and looked inside.
Brown eyes opened wide with surprise as the redness flooded his features at the sight before him. "Oh!" was all he could get out. In a split second unbelievably blue eyes filled with lust and passion looked up and met stunned brown eyes before James quickly closed the door.
James' heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to calm his breathing. He still stood with his hand holding firmly to the doorknob from when he quickly closed the door while his brain tried to get back online. He shook his head hard before he pulled away from the door.
There was no doubting what he had just seen. Though he didn't actually see anything, all the other sighs all screamed it: the movements, that expression, the hushed grunts... he had just walked in on Greg masturbating.
He was too embarrassed to speak or to even try to apologize through the door. He only made his way to the small kitchen and sat on the hard wood flooring with his back against the cabinets. And to further show his embarrassment it seemed the blush had no intentions of ever leaving his face.
It wasn't long before he heard the bathroom door open as the man in question made his way out the bathroom. When James opened his eyes and looked up, blue eyes started curiously at him. He looked like embarrassment was the farthest thing from his mind.
Knowing he should say something James quickly tried to stand, his face still red. "Greg, I'm sorry, I-I-I should have, I mean, I, Well..!" He was trying to get everything out so quickly he started to sputter nonsense but Greg got the idea of what he was trying to say.
"It's cool, no biggy." He tossed with a shrug.
"No, really, I didn't mean to walk in on you, I didn't, I-" James started to sputter again.
"Hey, hey, hey!" He barked trying to get James to calm down. "Will you relax? It's fine." But that didn't seem to stop James, it was almost as if wasn't even listening to him. "Hey, I get it, you're sorry. It's cool!" He called again. But still it didn't seem to work. So Greg went to what he knew. He grabbed hold of James' shoulders and gave him a shake. "Hey! Stop apologizing!"
He stopped and looked at Greg with eyes still wide and cheeks still flushed.
"Hey, what is your problem? Have you not walked in on someone before?" James shook his head. "Oh, well then. Look, it's fine, it happens, alright?" James nodded again as he tried to avert his eyes but noticed Greg's hands on his shoulders. He shot him a worried expression. He knew what his freaked out friend was asking. "Do you have absolutely no faith in me? I washed them, so calm down." He nodded sheepishly and Greg continued. "It's my fault, okay? I didn't lock the door. I wasn't expecting you home so early. See?" He pointed to his face, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, everyone does it, even you. So relax, I couldn't care any less." James nodded, his blush a little lesser than before. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Greg quickly cut him off. "And if I hear you say I'm sorry one more time, I might have to hit you, okay?"
"Understood." He let out in a hushed voice, his eyes at the floor. He came home to surprise Greg, turned out he really did.
"So, what's got you home so early?"
"I, uhh.." he tried to think why he was there. "Oh, I came to have lunch." But the stall didn't go unnoticed by Greg.
"Hey, Jimmy.." he purred as he wrapped an arm around his friend's waist and pulled him close. "You know there's something that we could do that would make this water under the bridge that we could laugh about later." He leaned in a kissed that same pretty mouth from his dream and was granted entry when he tried to work his tongue passed teeth. Now this was a surprise. He didn't have to fight with him one bit to get him to give in. Seems embarrassment wasn't the only thing James felt when he walked in on him and as if to prove his point with a sudden buck of his hips, James' pressed himself harder against Greg.
Whoa, he didn't expect this in the slightest. He only expected to plant a little seed of thought in James' mind with him finally agreeing on the idea after it grew for a day or two. But when Greg pulled his mouth from James' and started to work kisses and nips down his jaw and to his soft neck it gave James a second to think.
"I-I have class." He panted and tried to push back against Greg's shoulders.
"Oh, come on, Jimmy! You are such a tease!" he laughed and rested his forehead on James' shoulder but didn't put up a fight. He needed some time anyway to recharge his batteries, sort to speak. Sex would be awkward if he couldn't perform. He'd then know how James' felt at his parent's house while drunk that night.
After some more sputter from James to justify himself he left back for class without so much as a bite of something to eat. But it was for the better, Greg would get to recharge and if his plan worked like it was originally supposed to, James would be thinking of him until he got home in a few hours.
And think about him he did. James did try to focus in his classes, he really did, but it seemed all he could think about were those blue eyes he had seen in the bathroom. He didn't know what he was going to do when he got back home, but he'd have to think of something. Greg, on the other hand, ate some leftovers that they had brought home with them from thanksgiving and watched TV.
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It was the sudden knock at the front door that Greg quickly roused from the nap he didn't even realize he was taking. Slowly he stretched and stood with whoever it was at the door knocking again. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Hold your wild horses." He called.
"At the rate you're going I might as well pull out my keys." A familiar voice said from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, well." House unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Too late."
Brown eyes peering out from behind black rimmed glasses caused something inside him stir. He forgot all about those glasses and that suit. He stepped aside and allowed James into his own apartment. Greg kept his position next to the door before closing it and staring (more like leering) at James as he watched him drop his briefcase on a chair and started to pull out various notes and papers and put them with his school work he always had set up on the small table.
But before Greg could ask anything about what was for dinner, James' stomach suddenly growled loudly. "Hungry?"
"I'm starving. I missed lunch." He supplied before he walked over to the closet, slipped his briefcase in.
"I wonder why?" Greg slipped off handedly.
But he didn't miss that glare shot his way before it was replaced with a small but charming smile. "You know, I'm still dressed for it. You feel like going somewhere nice to eat tonight?" With that smile, suit and glasses James could have suggested they go to the dump and look for something to eat that night and Greg would pounce at the idea with a Fuck yeah!
Lucky for him, James wasn't looking to see what exactly he could get his friend to agree to, but genuinely hungry he had a nice restaurant in mind. Never one to pass up free food, Greg merely slipped on his blazer and shoes and was ready to go.
Being the restaurant was a few miles away mixed with the cold snowy weather of late November, driving looked like the best option. Greg had asked where they were headed but the only response he got out of James was, "It's food. What do you care?" That sounded like a good enough answer.
Dinner turned out to be nice, it was a place James said he heard good things about and want to try it out. But when they got inside, Greg knew this had a different motive than just I'm hungry. The lighting alone was enough to give him this assumption. But the soft lighting mixed with the romantic atmosphere told him only one thing. This was James' idea of a date. Greg found it amusing that James knew him well enough not to say that they were going out on a date or anything else girly or romantic of the sort.
James knew if Greg wanted a girl he'd date a girl. And he also knew that if he had said anything that he would be teased relentlessly. All this just reinforced what Greg had already assumed about his friend. It was that one thing that if you asked any of James' future wives they all would have agreed on.
James Wilson was a true romantic.
The table they were seated at was like the others, a plain white table cloth, candles, and a long stemmed rose sitting comfortably in an etched glass bud vase. Greg couldn't believe it. While they sat waiting for their food to arrive he had propped his face in his hand and stared at his friend from across the table. He wanted to ask why here? What was the special occasion? Why now? But when he didn't say a word; only stared, he was met with a warm, affectionate smile in return.
The dinner didn't last too long, after they got their food, ate, enjoyed a drink or two (which Greg made sure wasn't enough to get James drunk) said a few kind words and paid for the dinner they were making their way out the door. The gesture was kind and thoughtful, but Greg really didn't know what to do or say in these situations and staring at each other from across the table all night didn't sound so romantic when you thought about it a little too long.
So, while they were making their way out the restaurant an idea came to Greg that would most probably get him in James' absolute good graces and as they passed an empty table he snatched up the rose that a sat on a nearby table and kept it hidden from view. He himself may not want flowers or chocolates or cards filled with mushy love but he knew that as right up James' alley. It also helped that Greg was a creature of opportunity as well. If that rose hadn't have been there within his grasp he probably wouldn't have gone out of his way to buy his friend one but he might had he ran into some while out buying something completely different.
He knew if you gave James a gift expressing your love his already strong loyalty would blossom tenfold and he'd always be right there by your side. Not in a bad, annoying way but in an I'm going to spoil you with everything kind of way.
When he and James had made their way passed the restaurant's doors and onto the quiet sidewalk, James was confused to where his dinner guest had gone to when he didn't see him immediately in view. But before he could get a word out a tap on his right shoulder and a turn of a head reveled, not Greg, but a full red rose.
James let out a small chuckle and took the rose before Greg managed to whip around to his left side and kissed his cheek. If you were to asked, people would tell you that Greg was the last person they would ever expect to play the part of romantic but he did have his moments. He had no reason to be affectionate or loving to anyone else and lord knows that James would have killed him if he tried anything of the sort with anyone else. Before he knew it James for once didn't care that they were in a public place and kissed Greg back. He was sure the empty street was to blame for the sudden PDA, but it was progress nonetheless.
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The ride back home was a quiet one. Greg was content that starvation had been pushed back another day and James seemed content to just think about something that had been rattling around in that head of his and by the time they had made it up to the apartment it seemed that James had come to a decision on the matter. Greg quickly learned how suddenly James could change his mood or behavior at the drop of a hat, because when they had arrived back James still seemed as business like as he had been since he put on that suit but in the blink of an eye after the two had become comfortable with Greg back down to his t-shirt and jeans James down to his vest and white dress shirt and red tie, he had gone from business to sex kitten in the time it took for someone to snap their fingers. Right when Greg glanced over at his friend he quickly did a double take. There, with his glasses sitting at the tip of his nose with those enticing brown eyes staring at him from over black frames, his fluid and graceful movements and smirk, all seemed to have Greg spellbound.
And before he knew it James was practically in his lap.
Straight away Greg's heart started to pound in his chest as his eyes fell partly closed with lust while James held his face close to his own and let his lips ghost over Greg's face. "Jimmy…" he breathed.
"What do you want, Greg?" he asked in a low seductive tone.
Greg was reacting immediately. "I want you." He growled.
"You already have me.." he purred as he pressed his body against his. Strong hands grabbed hold of his vest clad sides relishing the smooth fabric beneath his fingers. But suddenly the smooth fabric left his hands when James managed to get off him with those long legs of his and made his way over to the light switch and dimed the lights. Oh, promising indeed. Those bedroom eyes were convincing enough but when he made his way over to the bed and hopped onto it and laid back it pretty much screamed what was obviously about to happen. James didn't have to wait before Greg was on him.
Hands pawed at his vest excitedly. Sure, the vest looked absolutely wonderful on him and the eighteen shiny buttons (more like eight) down the front were nice as well but damn if that wasn't going to be hell getting it off him. Greg knew he couldn't just rip the vest off him; that would be the quickest way to get himself killed by James. He also had to admit that it would be ashamed to hurt the pretty thing. So, before things got too heated he fumbled and fought with each button making sure to have a nice balance of forcefulness and delicateness as he unfastened each one. The shirt though, that was a completely different story. He worked on a few buttons but didn't have to be as careful as he had with the vest; James had more white shirts. Glancing back up at James he noticed those plastic black frames still resting at the tip of his nose and not wanting those precious glasses to get hurt, he reached out and gently took them from James' face and casually placed them on the nightstand.
Greg pulled his own t-shirt off before he continued with the task in front of him. James liked being able to sit back for a change and let Greg do all the work and just as the though finished it was almost as if Greg had read his mind.
"I'm sure with all your pretty ladies you were in charge, weren't you?" he whispered hotly. "Well, I'm going to let you have a break for a change. Tonight I'm going to be calling the shots." Just the tone and sound of his voice was able to make a shiver run down his spine and straight down to his groin. Good thing he didn't have that third glass of wine. He could feel Greg tugging at his pants, trying to get them off but it was nearly no use without some kind of help. Feeling his frustration, he lifted his hips from the bed and allowed his soon to be lover to continue undressing him.
Before he knew it both of them were down to just their underwear with narrow blue eyes leering at him. "Damn, Jamie…" He got out, "It wasn't the alcohol. You really are that gorgeous." He sat back as he tried to get a good look at the man he now he nearly fully naked. His eyes fell upon those legs. Sure they looked long when he wore pants, but damn if they didn't look even longer with nothing on. Greg let out a soft chuckle. "Jimmy, you have really, really long legs." He leaned in and kissed his lips. "They're like that saying, you know, legs that go on forever." James smiled and chuckled as well against Greg's warm mouth.
"You like my legs?" he whispered.
"I love your legs." He growled in a corrective response before he nipped at James' full pink lips. Now just because Greg was kissing him fully and eagerly and he was more than happily returning the gesture didn't mean he couldn't feel him trying to work his underwear off. Again James lifted his hips and allowed him to slip them off, too.
In the back of his mind James became a little nervous. Now he was fully naked, completely exposed to prying eyes with not one stitch to cover or protect him. He told himself he shouldn't worry; Greg apparently already thought he was absolutely gorgeous; it must have been that he had now made himself completely vulnerable to anything. But his being completely exposed wasn't for long when he felt Greg lay his warm body fully over his. Without waiting for the man laying on him, he wrapped his arms around Greg's neck and crashed his lips to his. Greg was more than happy to oblige but it was take long before he felt those lips start to tray lower to his jaw and neck.
Brown eyes watched curiously as Greg kissed, nipped and sucked down from his neck, chest and down to his belly but when he started to make his way even lower James was hit with a twinge of nervousness. It was a normal response; going through with this would ultimately mean that he wasn't a straight boy like his father always wanted. This could change his whole view on everything. For all he knew he could dismiss women completely.
It scared him.
But it was the sudden feeling of that wet hot mouth on him that immediately ceased all thoughts that were rattling around in his head and nearly made him bite his tongue. His hands clutched at the sheets as a moan escaped from his lips with him throwing hi head back. All it took was one involuntary buck of his hips before a pair of strong hands grabbed hold of them and pinned him down to the bed.
Now, this wasn't the first time he had gotten a blow job. In the past some of his girlfriends had been willing and sure it was a blow job, you can't really completely go wrong with those (If you're at least trying). They were great... But damn! The guy between his thighs knew exactly what he was doing. He thought his girlfriends had been good but this exceeded them tenfold and what made it even that small bit better were those long precise fingers that he watched play the piano at Anastasia's not but a few days ago now massaging his hips. He was breathing hard and voicing off soft encouragements to his lover before brown eyes slowly opened before widening and trying to take in every detail of what was going on before him.
He was transfixed on the image of Greg sucking him off; he just couldn't pull his eyes away. As just as if he could feel James' stare, because blue eyes looked up before he pulled back slowly with a slow but teasing smile, "Don't be scared, Jamie." He said in a husky voice, "This is what it feels like to be with a man…" he watched James with a flirtatious smile as he held the tip of his tongue between his teeth. "See, unlike a woman or a girl I have the same pieces and part as you. I know where to touch.." he drew out as he ran a hand up James' thigh, "How to touch.." he repeated then action, this time only letting his fingertips brush the sensitive pale skin, "..and how much to touch to give you more pleasure than you could imagine."
James' breath hitched in his throat at even the prospects of such pleasure and passion. Slowly he let go of the sheets with his left hand and reached out and messed with his lover's hair.
"It may take a few tried before we get all the fine tuning down but when it's all said and done; no one will get you purring.. like me." He said ardently. Sure the man was definitely very full of himself, but James couldn't care any less at that moment; especially when he had gone back to the previous task of sucking his lover off.
But that again didn't go on too long before he pulled back when he thought James was close but that didn't stop James from letting out that sad disapproving whine at the loss of touch. Greg had more in store for the pretty man as he climbed back onto him and started to kiss those sensual lips of his again. James kissed back immediately even as he felt he was on the verge of being tortured. He was at a loss and he knew all he needed was some more well timed strokes and he'd be done. Going on that notion he bucked his hips and thrust himself against Greg's belly.
Greg, of course, put an end to that quick. "Ah, no you don't." he crawled farther onto James and pinned him down by putting all his weight onto his shins and knees and placed them down on James' hips. Now this was really starting to become torture. He wanted to buck and thrust his aching need against anything he could and get off since Greg didn't seem to be doing anything about it. He let out a cross between a whine and a frustrated curse before he tried to give another buck of his hips but there was no way he was going to get Greg off him that easily. "Will you relax? I'll take care of it but the longer you fight; the longer I'll take." He warned.
With another whine, James closed his eyes tight and tried to push the nagging want temporarily from his mind.
Pleased that his lover was listening, Greg placed a hand on James' shoulder as he reached out with his left and opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the nearly empty bottle of lubricant he used earlier that day. He chuckled as he looked down to find desperate brown eyes glaring at him. "Someone's upset." He smirked. Trusting his pinned lover enough not to try to fight or get away; he got off James and squeezed the bottle's contents into his hand. Not wanting to hurt his Jamie too badly, he made sure not to skimp on the lubricant and pretty much used the last of the bottle also trying his best not to get himself too worked up as he applied it.
James was just happy to have Greg's full weight off his hips but he did wish the man would just get the show on the road. He also knew better than to fight or complain. This was taking years as it was; better not to push it and have it take decades. In the commotion, Greg nudged his knee at the inside of James' thigh with him immediately giving in and opened them but felt himself become increasingly nervous the lower Greg's hands slipped down his body.
"Okay, I'm going to try something, but you're going to have to relax. Alright?" James just stared as Greg further tried to explain. "If you don't relax it's not a matter of might; it will hurt and frankly, that's not what I'm here for." Greg immediately knew what that look James was giving him meant. "Hey," he whispered as he brought himself close with his blue eyes just inches from those brown eyes. "We have all the time in the world tonight. I'm not going to rush you into it. Like I said: quick, rushed and scared it'll hurt and that's definitely not what I want to do but if you'd rather just not even go there now that's fine, too." He offered with a shrug as he tried to look indifferent to either way he chose.
"And what..?" James trailed off sheepishly.
"Anal.. sex?" he stared at James with raised brows as if possibly trying to convince him to agree.
James stared back for a moment or two. "Isn't that.. a little fast of you?" he breathed with Greg lifting his brows further as if asking him to explain. James really wasn't in the mood for talking. "You're used to.. moving quickly, aren't you?"
Greg sat down on James' belly and was careful not to let his full weight down. "Maybe.. Possibly."
"You mean yes." He took a deep breath and let it back out. "D-Do you have a condom?" his voice was nervous and unsure.
"No, but it's fine."
"What? How do you know? Have you been tested?"
"Don't worry about it, okay? I don't have anything."
"Have you been cleared by a doctor?"
Greg couldn't believe this. One second the guy is putty in his hands and then he starts talking about condoms and being tested. "I just know, okay?"
James closed his eyes tight as he tried to get his brain to work pass all the haze of lust and pleasure. "No, not okay..." he swallowed hard.
What was it with this guy? He really must have been listening in Sex Ed, but knowing that James was obviously not going to give in; Greg knew he had to come clean.
"Fine." he hissed trying to get his own brain to work. "I had a close call with the last guy I was with and it wasn't until the next morning someone told me they heard he had HIV, so I did everything I was supposed to and went to the doctor and got tested for that and a shit load of other things. I'm clean. Do you want to see my papers?" He growled frustrated less than an inch away from his face.
James shook his head.
"Good, and what about you? Have you been tested?" James opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Greg knew he had nothing to worry about in the first place. "Don't bother. You're way too careful to have anything. I trust you." He got back up on his hands and knees before he continued. "Now do you want to keep talking about bullshit, or do you want to continued where we left off?" Before James could even get a word out Greg was back to kissing him again. But just as he felt Greg's hand against his ass he immediately felt very uncomfortable and pulled away.
"Just.. let me get used to the idea of being gay with you and we'll go from there." He reasoned, "It's too much.. too quick."
Greg rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine, fine. Just think about it. It's not bad once you get used to it. I mean.. you're a doctor.. or will be. I'm sure you know what's going on in there.. sexually, that is." He placed the top of his head against James' forehead. "Now, doctor, what do you suggest I do with this?" he asked with his eyes looking farther down his body to his lubricated erection.
Without too much thought on the matter, James reached up and placed his left hand against Greg's side and pushed. Seeing what he was trying to achieve, Greg gave no resistance and fell onto his left side next to his lover.
James pulled himself up onto his hands and knees and positioned himself over Greg whose blue eyes were leering up at him. "Oh, so you're in charge now? Fine. Make me beg for it!" he teased.
"I don't know what I'm doing." James warned.
He got a shrug in return. "We all start that way, don't we? Just do what comes naturally and I'll tell you if it feels good." Greg laid there as he waited for his lover to perform some sort of action that would help someone (if not both of them) have a very good time.. but none came. James sat so pensive as he tried to figure out where to start first. Greg had to say.. that expression wasn't sexy in the least. "Relax, this isn't a math equation, you don't have to think so hard." He reassured with a playful smile. "Just.. touch me."
With a timid nod, James placed a gentle hand to his side. Greg rolled his eyes. Sure, he wasn't one of the pretty and delicate girls James' was most probably used to, but was pleasing him really that different?
"I have a feeling we'll be here all night with nothing to show for it if you keep on like that." James pulled a slightly sad expression before Greg tried to give him some ideas. "Look, Just touch me like you would one of your pretty girls, just switch things up a little like how you liked to be touched. Better yet, touch me how you like your pretty girls to touch you.." he breathed huskily. With this small bit of advice, James leaned in and did as he did as he could any of his past girls. With a gentle yet strong touch, James let his hands roam and caress every inch his fingers could reach. This was more like it! Greg gave a slow and seductive smile up at his lover. James knew what he was doing, the man may be a novice when it came to having sex with a guy, but was certainly not a novice to sex in general.
By being in favor of all this attention Greg didn't mind handing the reigns over to James as he laid back and took it all in. In the back of his mind he vaguely wondered if Jimmy wanted to try his hand at giving a blow job, but before he could even open his mouth to get the words out James bucked his hips with his erection clumsily brushing against his with Greg letting out a deep groan. James was definitely onto something. "Oohn.. Jamie, that's how you do it!" upon hearing he was doing something right, he repeated the action a few more times for good measure. "that's good..! errn.. don't stop, Jamie! Don't stop.. don't.. stop..!" Greg bucked his own hips and brushed his needy erection against James'.
And that was all it took to flip the switch. With all the encouragement he needed, James quickly started to thrust his hips faster and harder as he tried to get as much friction as he could. Greg let out a loud and deep throaty moan as he writhed beneath him. For a first time with a guy he wasn't doing so bad now that he finally realized it wasn't that hard to please your lover if you just gave it a chance.
Greg reached up and looped his left arm around James' neck and pulled the man down until his forehead was pressed against his as his other hand held tightly to his lover's hip and he felt the powerful muscles contract and work with each thrust.
It was obvious that even now James made an effort to keep others in mind as he tried not to make a sound for fear of disturbing the neighbors where as Greg couldn't care any less. Actually, when Greg did hear one of those quiet lustful moans escape past the younger man's lips, he found it so intoxicating it nearly pushed him over the edge. Greg wanted a man with no shame, he wanted to hear James at the full throttle, he wanted to know that James was enjoying this just as much as he was.
"Louder.."
"Wha..?" he barely got out in a breathless whisper.
He tried to hold himself back, "Moan louder.. I want to hear you getting off." Wanting nothing more than to please his lover in any way he could (and finish himself off) he listened to Greg's every command. He knew listening to your partner during sex was then best and only way to truly please them. And with each thrust James shamelessly let out a moan or grunt that sent shivers down Greg's spine and that was it. With all his senses working in tandem it didn't take much more than one last thrust and a deep and desperate moan from James to push him that last little bit with the name Jamie rushing past his parted lips.
Greg only wanted a few seconds to collect himself, but knew by the feeling of his impatient Jamie still grinding his hard on against his most extremely sensitive of areas, he knew that wasn't going to happen. Knowing that James was still desperate to finish, he pushed the said man off him before he grabbed hold of the empty bottle of lubricant all the while James just wanted to get this over with (not that he wasn't enjoying himself fully).
He stared and tried to be impossibly patient as he watched Greg shake the bottle and tried to get what little was left to the sides of the bottle. James knew he wouldn't leave him like this; he tried to tell himself that over and over so he could resist the urge to finish himself off without Greg's help. After a moment or two and when he felt he had enough to work with, Greg laid back down hooked a leg around on of James', who was still on his hands and knees, with the man crawling over to him again.
Brown eyes stared desperately as he waited for Greg to do something, and just as he wasn't about to voice his annoyance to the whole situation he felt one of those strong slicked up hands close around him and started to pump his erection. Immediately out of reflex, James stared to thrust hard into his hand with Greg tightening his grip just a little bit.
Skilled with the prowess of knowing just how to please a man; it wasn't long before Greg had James panting, moaning and within just a few more thrusts until he hit his goal but before he could get those last few thrusts in; Greg pulled his hand away. He wanted to get a glimpse of those closed brown eyes; he wanted to see them while he pushed him to the point of no return and at his peak of ecstasy.
"Oh my god, what now?!" James growled impatiently with those brown eyes glaring angrily at the man beneath him.
Greg smiled. Never in a million years would he say he didn't enjoy every second of making his lover sexually frustrated, but he also knew when it was time to give it up. "I'll finish you off on one condition, you look at me." By this point James was willing to do anything to avoid anymore abuse by his lover's hand he locked his brown eyes into the blue ones before him while he gave a desperate stare. "If you make an effort to keep your eyes on mine; I'll finish you off." He nodded with his expression distraught. And as promised, Greg once again grabbed hold of him and started to pump him again. With James being as close as he was, it didn't take but a few seconds before he let out a chocked gasp and let loose all over Greg's belly with those brown eyes staring into his blue ones the whole time.
He smiled as James lazily and tiredly collapsed onto him trying to allow his aching muscles a much deserved rest. James didn't feel like ever getting up again as Greg ran a soothing hand up and down his sweat drenched back. Once all the excitement was over and calm and James had managed to finish catching his breath and his pounding heart back to normal, he lazily glanced up and was greeted with a soft relaxed smile. When James finally did try to get up, he could feel the wet stickiness that was slowly trying to dry on his belly and anywhere else it had managed to get on.
"We're messy… and sticky." He spoke sheepishly as he rolled off Greg and stretched. Knowing that one thing James didn't like was being uncomfortably dirty, he reached over and grabbed his discarded t-shirt and used it to wipe his tired lover's belly. "That's your shirt." James pointed out as he watched Greg clean the pale skin of his belly and any other places where his skin had become sticky from their passion.
"It can be washed." Was his reply before he worked on cleaning himself and tossed the soiled shirt onto the floor. James stretched back out and let out a yawn before he pulled himself up onto his hands and knees and pulled the covers back before getting under them. Feeling incredibly lazy, Greg was nearly ready to just go to sleep on top the covers until James coaxed him to get under them and curl up with him. He may be hot and sweaty now but the room was still cold.
"Please don't ask me to do anything else." James requested kindly as he closed his eyes. Greg only laughed and shook his head before he gave in and snuggled up with his tired lover and received a few sleepy, affectionate kisses on his lips and anywhere else James could reach.
Turned out Greg was right about one thing; James loved to cuddle. And to Greg, that was perfectly fine.