WARNING; Rated M for future m/m and adult themes, this is not going to be a CG/Ana fic. It will be a CG/Taylor
Chapter 38;
Taylor had fallen asleep beside Christian on the piano bench whilst Christian had played him a few pieces of music. He could tell something was on the bodyguard's mind but he knew from his own personal experiences with intrusive thoughts, not to press someone to discuss something they were not comfortable with. Taylor was tight-lipped at the best of times, Christian was positive he would not talk about anything that was troubling him.
Last night, Christian had seen a different side to Taylor all together. He'd been softer, less sharp edged and perhaps a little deflated by everything going on with them, with the case, with his future. Listening to him play the piano and sing off-key had really resonated with Christian and he'd loved it. The man had momentarily let his guard down and Christian had felt privileged to have witnessed it.
He'd kissed Taylor awake before leading him by the hand back to the bedroom where they had embraced, nothing more and yet it felt more intimate than any sex Christian had had in his whole life. As they'd laid on the bed, Taylor had taken Christian's hand and pulled him in for a cuddle, Taylor's massive body curled up small and wrapped up protectively in Christian's arms. It was yet another first for Christian; the first time he had really enjoyed cuddling someone so close to his scarred chest. He did not flinch, he did not hesitate; he just cuddled up tight into the back of Taylor's body.
In the morning, they didn't talk much which wasn't uncommon for Taylor but for some reason this morning it felt different. Taylor was distant and in thought; making good use of the pull-up bar he'd installed over the door threshold of the spare room he'd once slept in. Christian watched him briefly before he went through to look at some of the reports he'd been sent from GEH. Whilst sat on his sofa with his Tablet and coffee, Taylor's mobile phone began to ring. He jumped down from the bar and pulled it from his grey sweatpants, answering quickly.
"Sophie?" His expression softened and a hint of a smile finally graced his lips. He turned and headed into the spare room to speak to his little daughter in privacy, out of Christian's ear shot. He hoped that a chat with his youngster would be enough to bring him out of the funk he appeared to be trapped within this morning.
When he returned to the main foyer, there was a noticeable jump in his step however when Christian went to ask him how Sophie was, his own mobile went off.
"Mom?" he asked, putting the tablet down.
"Christian, are you home?" Grace replied quickly and with a hint of panic in her tone, "I'm just coming to Escala now. Elena's called me; did you know she's in police custody? What's going on, Christian?"
Christian felt the whole world shake and the walls around him closing in and entrapping him. He swallowed back the lump in his throat. Elena had been the one sending him death threats…he still couldn't get his head over why she would want to harm him like that. He'd tried thinking about the 'whys' but he was honestly unable to understand any possible motive behind it, other than to keep him silent about her alternative lifestyle and their involvement together at one point. Was that it?
"Christian?" Grace called once more, sounding worried. Christian realised he'd tuned out of their conversation, "Christian I'm worried. She said you'd been getting death threats? What's going on?"
"Just come over, mom, I'll speak to you here. It's all under control," Christian said with a confidence that he sincerely didn't feel.
"I'll be two minutes. Are you alone? I don't want to intrude if you're…entertaining," Mom suddenly sounded doubtful and awkward. Christian felt his face going red; that was usually what she'd ask Elliot early in the morning, not him.
His eyes cast over to a shirtless, sweaty Taylor stood in his kitchen and he felt desire and arousal burn through his body, blitzing away any anxiety Christian had initially felt. His muscles were always so much more pronounced post-work out, the veins in his arms and neck pulsing and popping out against his skin. He'd a gleam of sweat glazing over his defined abs; the hair, which started off blonde by his pecs and gradually darkened towards the waistband of his sweatpants, was damp and clinging to his skin.
It was those grey sweatpants, however, which captivated Christian the most. The hung off his lean hips, the swell of his ass looking ridiculously good as he turned around to pull the carton of milk from the fridge. As he made to walk over to the television with the carton in hand, Christian was able to see a near perfect shot of Taylor's equipment.
"Christian?"
"Huh? Yeah, mom, sorry," Christian coughed, watching Taylor scandalously drinking from the carton, before wiping away the residue milk away from his mouth with the back of his hand. He burped against his fist before rummaging for breakfast, "Uhh, why don't you go get us coffee, mom? I've just realised I have no milk."
"Okay," Grace took a deep breath, as though calming down from the initial panic she'd experienced following Elena's phonecall, "Okay, I'll get us coffee. Do you want pancakes?"
"Pancakes?" Christian echoed, looking over at Taylor who'd ears appeared to perk at the mention of food; the man needed to take on board thousands of calories a day, he was literally eating Christian out of house and home. He nodded though, picking up the carton of milk and drinking it as he headed to the bedroom, "Sure mom, pancakes sound swell. Could you get me two lots? I have Taylor coming over this morning. He might want some," he lied.
"Okay, son," Grace called, and Christian could hear the smile in her voice as she added, "I love you."
"I love you too, mom. I'll see you soon and I'll explain everything," Christian replied, hanging up and going straight to the bedroom after Taylor, "Mom's coming over," he told his bodyguard who was stripping their bed to remove the evidence from last night's explicit activities.
"I gathered," Taylor nodded, looking up at Christian, "Do you want me to hide in the spare room?" he offered.
"No, I'm going to tell her you're my bodyguard today; she was Elena's one phone call this morning so…I think she needs to know the truth," Christian admitted, running his eyes over Taylor's topless body, "She'll probably be half an hour. Maybe forty depending on the queue for pancakes and traffic."
Taylor stopped what he was doing and looked across at Christian curiously, cocking that single eyebrow whilst the makings of a crooked smirk flirted in the corner of his lips, "Is that so?"
"Yes," Christian replied, pulling his polo shirt over his head, "It is."
Taylor rolled over the bed like a trooper, landing perfectly on his feet in front of Christian, his lips instantly crashing against Christian's own whilst his body pushed him up against the mirrored wall. Their hands began to feverishly grab, rub and grope each other, Christian taking tight hold of Taylor's balls through the material of his sweatpants.
"What can we do in half an hour?" Christian nearly purred, his eyes rolling back when Taylor bit and pulled on his lower lip.
"There's a lot we can do," Taylor growled lowly as Christian massaged his balls, "There's a lot I can do to you specifically," he added before unbuckling Christian's jeans and pulling them down his thighs in one forceful and efficient swoop, his cock and balls exposed to Taylor's wandering hands. Christian couldn't contain his sudden gasp when he felt Taylor's hot hand grab his cock and begin to jerk him off vigorously.
"You're so fucking hot when you moan like that," Taylor growled, nibbling and biting the junction of Christian's neck. He hadn't even realised he was moaning, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as Taylor continued to work his hand up and down his shaft in a rhythm which was proving too much, too soon; Christian was already close to cuming at the notion of having quickie sex with this beautifully rugged man.
Taylor let him go suddenly of him and Christian opened his eyes just in time to witness the most menacing yet arousing smirk he'd ever seen Taylor concoct. Christian couldn't help gulp a little, anticipation burning through his body like a flame.
"What are you up t-"Christian started before gasping again when Taylor spun him around quickly, towards the bed, and bending him over the mattress.
"This is mine," Taylor growled, slapping Christian's exposed ass before leaning forward and biting Christian's shoulder firmly. He started to grind himself against Christian's ass, dry humping him through his sweatpants before Christian felt him pull them down and rub against him, skin to skin.
"Yours?" Christian echoed in shock; he'd known Taylor for a few months now and in that time he'd never known the man to act so…dominant and sure of himself. It was seriously turning Christian on more than he'd have ever expected it would.
"Yes. Mine," Taylor growled, running his lips and tongue down Christian's spine, sinking to his knees in front of his ass. Christian jumped suddenly, Taylor biting his cheek playfully whilst his hand grabbing the other tightly. Christian groaned and began to palm his dick, spreading his legs a little when Taylor inserted two wet fingers to his ass.
"Remember there's no lube," Christian groaned, enjoying the combination of Taylor's fingers and his own hand.
"…shit," Taylor mumbled, hesitating for a second before he removed himself from Christian and walked to his bedside cabinet on the other side of the bed. His bedside cabinet…Christian had to laugh; they each had a side of the bed already. God Christian hoped that would never ever stop.
"I'll use a condom," Taylor muttered.
"Works for me," Christian replied. He couldn't help enjoying the view; the man's body was completely solid muscle. His thighs were the size of a bull's, so beefy and thick, contributing to the man's amazing ass. Christian was surprised by how much he loved Taylor's body hair. He was fair haired, strawberry blonde he was sure though Taylor always kept his hair buzz cut tight, however his body hair was actually very dark. Across his chest was a dusting of fair curls however as his hair neared his naval and groin it became a lot darker which fascinated Christian.
Taylor picked up his tattered wallet and removed a foil square from within its folds, tearing it open with his teeth before sliding the condom down over his hard-on, with an expertise that Christian didn't really have. When he was with women, Christian hated condoms; they didn't feel anywhere as good as sex without and caused an interruption during activities. Plus they were fiddly as hell. So, whenever he'd taken on a Sub, he'd encouraged his partners to seek other methods of contraception which suited their arrangements. Christian was positive that Taylor nearly always used condoms, making him wonder if perhaps having a daughter had been a happy mistake for him.
Taylor turned to look back at Christian, slowly yanking his cock and bent over the bed waiting on Taylor's return. He grinned down at him, that sexy but infuriating crocked smirk making a damn appearance and causing Christian's heart to nearly flutter, "You look hot," Taylor winked, "I'd love that image as a screensaver."
"Just hurry up and fuck me." Christian demanded, kicking off the rest of his jeans before climbing up onto the bed towards him. He blew Taylor a playful kiss before turning around on all fours and exposing his ass to the man once again.
Taylor growled behind Christian, Christian feeling the weight of his body cause the mattress to dip as he climbed up onto the bed too. He palmed Christian's ass with confidence, biting his ass cheek again. The amount of biting this guy seemed to do was unreal, but Christian would be damned if he ever wanted him to stop it; it felt too good, too primal. Taylor went on to kiss Christian's ass with confidence before spreading his cheeks and-
"Did you just spit on my asshole?" Christian frowned, looking back over his shoulder at Taylor curiously.
"I'll be honest, I don't think I can do what you did last night to me. I'm sorry," Taylor admitted, rubbing his saliva into Christian's ass with his thumb, "The rim job thing. Not that I don't appreciate you giving me one. It's just, I don't know," he shrugged, "I'm not…there yet."
"That's fine," Christian laughed, smiling at the man behind him, "I just didn't realise you'd spit on me instead. That's kinda hot," he encouraged, seeing Taylor's confidence return as he got himself into position and slowly began to enter him. Christian groaned and winced, wishing they'd a little more lubrication than saliva and a condom but he gritted his teeth through the sting until he adjusted to Taylor's girth.
"You feel tight," Taylor murmured, leaning over and biting Christian again, this time on the earlobe, "Your ass feels fucking fantastic," he added, "I'm going to fuck it raw."
Christian shuddered, his words licking his ear and causing a chill to run down his spine. He felt Taylor straighten up, his hips rolling hard against his ass and hitting him deeply with each thrust. His wide, strong fingers grabbed Christian's neck and held it firmly to stable himself as he thrust harder. Christian's eyes rolled back with each thrust; Taylor hitting the most delicious spot.
"Fuck, Christian," Taylor snapped, the bed rocking and creaking under the weight and force of Taylor's rhythm, Christian's hand working his cock. He'd been close before they'd gotten to this stage but now, fuck. Christian caught sight of them both in the mirror, Taylor's massive body fucking Christian hard and fast.
"I'm close," Christian growled back, Taylor's hold on his neck the only thing keeping him up right as he was fucked hard, "Keep guh-oh shit, keep going."
Taylor's arm suddenly snaked around Christian's throat and he was able to pull him upright out of doggy position, until he was sitting up straddled against Taylor's thighs. Christian was able to turn his head to kiss Taylor's lips, taking control now as he rode Taylor's cock whilst Taylor stroke Christian's frantically with one hand, the other pinning Christian against Taylor's body and steadying him.
Taylor's breathing became ragged and out of sync in Christian's ear, his eyes closing as he started to groan, "That's it, that's it," he panted, "Fuck me, Christian," he ordered, thrusting up against Christian's ass.
"Keep going," Christian heard himself begging as Taylor's hand continued to work his shaft harder, "Keep going, shit I'm so close, Jason, faster,"
"I'm going to cum, shit, urgh," Taylor gasped, Christian able to feel his dick pulse within him as he ejaculated and came to a shivering halt. He panted and huffed, lazily kissing Christian's neck as he thrust slower now, quaking at the impact of his orgasm.
Christian felt Taylor slump a little against Christian, panting softly as both his hands embraced Christian tightly. It took a few moments for Taylor to realise he'd left Christian at full mast, teetering on the edge of his own mind blowing orgasm.
"Shit, sorry," he mumbled, tugging Christian's shaft once more, "Didn't mean to leave you hanging there," he mumbled, lightly kissing Christian's shoulder, "You smell so good," he muttered, "I love whatever scent your wearing."
Christian didn't need much more than a few tugs and Taylor whispering in his ear. He leant against Taylor's hard body, letting him jack him off until he came on the messy bedspread. He was gasping and shuddering against Taylor when the home intercom went off meaning they'd a visitor in reception.
"Well timed," Christian winced as Taylor slid out of him, the pair clumsily making it off the bed, "Fuck."
"I'll get the phone," Taylor offered, pulling off the condom with a wince and chucking it in the bin in the bathroom. He quickly washed his hand before running through to answer it. Christian took the opportunity to quickly baby wipe himself, splashing cold water on his face before hurriedly dressing.
He was stood in the foyer just when the elevator began to move. Taylor hurried over to Christian, grabbing his head and pulling him in for a deep, tongue-ful kiss, "I'll shower," he muttered then smirked When Christian slapped his naked ass. He kissed him again, unable, it seemed, to get enough of Christian this morning now that he was in a better mood.
He was able to scurry away unseen to the bedroom just as the doors opened and Grace stormed into Escala.
Christian hadn't realised how worried Grace was until she entered Escala, carrying coffees and pancakes. Usually she was always well dressed and presented, a glamorous woman considering her age. Today, however, her usually impeccable hair was scrapped back into a messy ponytail, her face devoid of the usual makeup and looking rather aged. She'd obviously received the phonecall from Elena and ran straight to him to find out the truth.
"Oh Christian," she gasped, dropping breakfast on the kitchen bar before wrapping her arms around his neck tightly and pulling him down into her embrace.
Christian, initially shocked by her obvious relief, slowly brought his arms around her waist and squeezed, "I'm okay, mom, it's all okay now."
"What happened?" Grace asked firmly, stepping out of his embrace and studying his face closely. Grace was perhaps the only person in the entire world who Christian was unable to lie from. She called it a mother's intuition; she knew whenever he, Mia or Elliot weren't telling the truth.
"I've been receiving death threats for the past few months now," Christian explained with a shrug, "I've took precautions when things became severe. Like hiring a Bodyguard," he admitted, seeing Grace's eyebrows shoot up through the ceiling and her jaw drop to the neighbour's floor.
"A…a buh-you needed a bodyguard?" Grace gasped, anger flaring in her eyes, "Why didn't you ever say something!"
"I never wanted you to worry," Christian explained, scratching the back of his neck, "I was handling it."
"Christian…never, ever keep secrets like that from the people you love; you're not protecting us. You're making yourself more vulnerable," Grace stated, shaking her head in disbelief, "And Elena was the one who was threatening you? Because she called me from police custody just over an hour ago saying she was innocent."
"I think forensic found evidence to suggest that she'd used paper from the salon," Christian replied, "I think it had chemicals on it, plus her DNA. Taylor's been the one relaying with the police for me; he understands it better and it means I can focus on the company."
"Taylor? Jason Taylor?" Grace frowned, her face screwing up in confusion, "What does he have to do with this?"
Christian laughed, which in hindsight was not the most appropriate thing to do considering how angry his mother was at him for not letting her know that any of this had been going on, "Taylor's my bodyguard, mom. I hired him."
Her expression was unreadable to Christian. Overall she seemed as though she was shocked, but also there seemed to be a glimmer of disappointment, as though she were unhappy to hear that his and Taylor's relationship was a professional one and not one through friendship. Not that they were very good at keeping it professional now, Christian mused, smirking as he recalled Taylor's dirty talk in his ear half an hour ago. He could still smell the man on his skin, that musky old fashioned all-male cologne he favoured. Old Spice, if Christian wasn't mistaken; his Grandfather used to wear it.
"So I don't need to find a priest that does gay weddings then?" Grace finally said with a reluctant sigh.
Christian nearly choked on his coffee, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "Mom?!" he exclaimed with a gasping laugh, shaking his head as he cleared his throat, "Seriously, mom?"
"What, Christian?" Grace exclaimed, "Mia and I have all been of the belief you and Taylor were more than…well more than friends. Your father and Michael believed he was security but we told them both that they were wrong. We genuinely believed you were gay. You just seem so in sync with each other. I'm…well, I'm a little disappointed that it's just professional, Christian. For your benefit. I see the way you two interact and I can see how much happier you've been these last few months since you've known him."
Christian had to look away or Grace would see completely through him with those all-seeing mother eyes. He couldn't talk to her about this. Not yet when he didn't even know himself what he and Taylor were doing or what the future held for them both.
"Taylor is my bodyguard," he said firmly, shutting down this specific aspect of the conversation by turning his back on his mother and heading for plates for breakfast, "He's actually in the shower right now."
"He's here?" Grace frowned, "At this time of the morning?"
"He's a live-in bodyguard," Christian explained, "He's been living in the spare room," looking up when Taylor came out wearing his black combats and a white t-shirt, "In fact there he is."
"Mrs Grey," Taylor nodded politely, "How are you this morning?"
"Hello, Jason," Grace replied with a sad smile, Christian realising how truly disappointed she was to hear that Taylor wasn't a romantic interest to him, "I brought pancakes and coffee."
"Thank you, ma'am," Taylor replied before looking at Christian, "They have enough evidence against Elena to remand her in custody, Sir."
"Good," Christian stated, shaking his head, "I still can't believe she would do this to me."
"I understand, Sir," Taylor nodded, "However, until we get a formal conviction and are absolutely certain it is her, we cannot drop current security levels."
Grace frowned and looked up at Taylor with a curious expression. She wasn't used to him talking all formally towards Christian, in fact Christian wasn't used to it either, the only time he tended to 'Sir' him was in the bedroom.
Suddenly, Grace began to laugh at the larger man, making Taylor's eyebrow arch, "Is there something funny, ma'am?"
"I knew you weren't Christian's PA," Grace laughed, smiling up at him, "You're the least subtle looking Personal Assistant I've ever seen," she explained before adding, "I actually thought you were Christian's boyfriend until he told me this morning that you were a CPO like our Michael."
"Mother!" Christian snapped in disbelief, looking at Taylor apologetically as Grace studied his face for any truth in her suspicions, knowing full well that Christian was hiding something.
Taylor, however, was well trained in interrogation skills. He held her gaze, displaying the right amount of straight-man disgust at the notion of same sex sodomy, as well as a slither of genuine disbelief.
"I'm straight, Mrs Grey," he said firmly, before averting his eyes towards Christian. He picked up his coffee and slowly added, "Besides, if I were gay, I'd like to think I could do better."
Grace gasped at the audacity that someone would badmouth one of her children, Christian grinned behind his mother's back as Taylor's words completely threw cold water over any speculation that they were together.
"Are we going into the office today, Mr Grey?" Taylor went on to ask.
"No, Taylor," Christian smiled, "I have something planned later if the weather holds."
"It's forecast to be a warm day," Grace warned, "If you're going anywhere, I want you both wearing suncream."
"Yes, ma'am," Taylor and Christian said in unison.
"Good. Now, are you boys wanting pancakes? I'm starving now," Grace replied, getting up and going around the breakfast bar to find the plates. Thankfully, Taylor had emptied the dishwasher this morning; Christian didn't need his mother moaning at him for her chores too, "Jason, I got you a sachet of tomato sauce."
"Perfect, ma'am," Taylor replied, grabbing Christian's ass playfully from behind the shield of the breakfast bar.