Clay yawns. Stretching his arms towards the ceiling he flexes his muscles. Slowly blinking his eyes open and he groans as the light increases the thudding ache in his head.
He begins to focus, becoming aware of the empty space beside him. The side of the bed Jason occupied last night. He gently runs his hand over the mattress, feeling the cool smooth of the sheet.
As his eyes open fully he attempts to sit up, but it's too much effort. His head's pounding like a pneumatic drill went off. His body aches so much he thinks he's been in a fight and the one other thing is the griping sore pain in his backside. "Awww!" He groans and rolls on to his side.
Picking up his cell phone from the floor beside the bed, he checks the time. He frowns, rubbing his head again then he lays back into the soft of the pillows, listening to the silence.
"JASON?!" He calls out. There's nothing, no reply, just the echo of a quiet room. "JACE!"
Still no answer. He drags his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting himself upright. And as he gets his bearings he notices that Jason's clothes are not on the floor.
He staggers, head thumping, to the doorway "Jason? Are you here?"
The entire apartment is quiet. Jason clothes have gone, and so has he. He's disappointed, and he slumps down dejected on to the couch, running his hands through his hair. He must have sat there, in quiet contemplation, for at least a good ten minutes. Just thinking about how he'd imagined the morning after should have been.
The whole thing about having sex with Jason, was that he'd thought about it so often in the past few months, that he'd planned every detail. And now, other than the actual fucking part, none of it had gone how he had imagined.
He does smile though, because now they had done it, and he liked it and that meant that they could do it again.
He relaxes back in the couch pillows, thinking about that, about doing it again and as he does his cock starts to stiffen. It's then that he realizes that he's sitting there completely naked and maybe a shower should be his first priority.
He heads back to the bedroom and picks up his cell phone before sending a quick text.
Thanks for last night.
I really enjoyed it.
Why didn't you stay or at least say goodbye?
Where are you? Maybe we could meet up for breakfast.
xxx
He reads the text then deletes the kisses. Staring at it again he decides on one x just to make it look less formal. Then unsure he deletes that as well Do guys put kisses on texts to people they have sex with.
He wasn't quite sure how a relationship like this worked. Was it even a relationship? And if it was then how would that work? Especially with Jason being his team leader. How would BRAVO react if they ever found out what had gone on with the two of them.
There are so many questions floating around in Clay's head has right now. Navigating this, new, dynamic for their relationship was going to be tricky.
How was he going to be able to handle not showing his feelings at work? He'd have to find a way because as Jason had already warned him, this was a line they couldn't cross. And there was no way that Clay was going to risk what they had now, not now Jason had made how he felt about him clear.
He notices the used condom in the trash can, beside the bed, and the small bottle of lube still standing where it was left last night. He smiles.
His head is throbbing with hangover and he lays himself back against the quilt, staring at the ceiling, still thinking over last night's events.
His butt cheeks clench as he remembers the feeling of Jason first entering him as they made love. He has to admit that despite the lube it still hurt, but he even loved that about, that he was still reminded of it even this morning.
He runs his hand over his own chest, feeling the curves of his muscles and allowing extra moments for his fingers on his nipples. He remembers Jason kissing and biting at them, last night, and how much that feeling turned him on.
Then he allows his hand to move below the line of is navel. He's so turned on laying here, re- imaging, last night's activities. Picturing Jason touching him, the feeling of him kissing his body, the desire they had for each other and how much they wanted to fuck.
As those thoughts now rush around Clay's head the blood pumps in his cock, making it stiffen. The harder he gets the more he groans with pleasure "Mmmm!" such a nice feeling.
He looks down he can see his hard cock, firm and ridged, standing proud from his body. And the more he thinks about Jason and him making love to him the harder it gets. He wraps his fingers around himself, closing his eyes as he starts to tug with gentle but firm strokes on his overly sensitive dick.
Even though he was drunk, and a lot of the earlier evening is a blurred vagueness, the part after his shower he definitely remembers, and he's enjoying replaying the feelings of that moment when Jason took his man on man virginity.
"Oh god!" Clay moans again. That feeling that first time he thrust into him and how much he enjoyed the power Jason had over him. It was amazing.
Now his thinking is different, now he's fantasizing about doing it to Jason. Him being the one in control, him being the one giving the pleasure. It's all he can think about now and he makes up his mind up. That has to happen.
He sighs out loud, breathing hard as his orgasm builds "Ahhh!" he moans closing his eyes, picturing them together again, but this time Jason's the one lying under him.
He stops suddenly. His hand still wrapped around his cock. There's a loud knock on the door "Oh shit! I'm just coming!" he calls out "Literally" he smiles to himself.
He grabs a towel from the bathroom, and wrap it around his waist, struggling to cover the hard on he still has. To be honest his head is hoping it's Jason, that he went to get breakfast for them or something like that, but it's not. As he opens the door he's taken by surprise
"Oh! Um.. Devon" he frowns "Hey!"
"Hi" Devon flashes a pearl white smile "I um...I just thought I'd stop by; I got your address from the forms at the spa. I just wanted to check you were okay, you know after last night." he smiles again "I mean I was a bit worried as you were pretty wasted"
"Uh.. yeah. Yeah I'm getting there. I was um...I was just gonna grab a shower. Liven myself up a bit."
A huge smile that's almost a laugh crosses Devon's face as he notices the hard on under Clay's towel "You look pretty livened up already" he chuckles as Clay blushes awkwardly.
"Well um... that's all I wanted really so if you're okay, then I'll get off. As I said, I was just checking. I'm um .. sorry that I had to call Jason, but when Sonny left I wasn't sure what else to do"
"Oh no, that's fine. Thanks for doing that. For, um... for not leaving me as you say I was pretty out of it. God knows what I drank. Must have been one of those shots. My head is sure paying the price this morning"
"Okay" Devon smiles awkwardly now unsure if to stay to leave he continues to lean on the door frame. He's just smiling and staring at Clay "Well if you're alright then I'll...I'll go."
He turns to leave then turns back "You know it was a pity, that you crashed and burned like that. I thought we were just starting to get along" He gives this huge flirty smile and winks "I mean, you getting ... friendly there for a while."
"I was?" Clay swallows nervously, he really doesn't remember that "Um... look I'm sorry, if I did, like I say I was pretty wasted"
"Oh, it's okay. I kinda liked it." he keeps smiling " Anyway if you ever wanna pick up where we left off, then you know where to find me. In fact, why not come for another massage? On your own this time. I mean, I'm not saying that you'd wanna go for a guy like me. It's um.. just a massage. You've got a good physique and I loved working on your muscles" he grins "Anyway I'll get out of your way; let you get that shower"
Clay hesitates. He feels a bit guilty, like maybe he led him on when he was drunk "Do you wanna come in? I'm making some coffee"
"You on your own?"
"Um... yeah"
"Okay" Devon smiles brushing past Clay as he enters his apartment.
Clay closes the door behind him "Look, why don't I grab this shower and freshen up, and um.. you make the coffee. The machine's in the kitchen"
"Sure, why not"
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Clay's in the shower when he hears the bathroom door open and the sound of Devon's voice "You okay in there ?"
"Um...err.. yeah. I won't be a minute" he washes the soap from his hair and as he opens his eyes he can see Devon watching him through the glass.
"The coffee's ready" he smiles. He's staring, looking at Clay's naked body through the shower screen "You know Clay, you have a really good body" he smiles again
Clay's a little taken aback. A little nervous at the intrusion. At first it feels strange having a man watching him in the shower, but as Devon leaves, he has slight smile on his face. He has to admit that he actually enjoyed the compliment and quite liked knowing that Devon was looking at him naked. His cock gets a semi life of its own, starting to stiffen again. But this time rather than give into it he ignores it. turning off the shower and drying himself.
As he enters the living room, Devon hands him the mug of coffee "So, you and Jason, how's that going?"
"Um... yeah it's fine" Clay feels awkward talking about it. He's wary because in the back of his mind he knows Jason wouldn't be happy if he found out he'd been discussing their relationship with someone else.
"Is it something serious there?" Devon's questions probe further
"Uh... no. No, I don't think so just err... you know" Clay nervously smiles he doesn't know. Truthfully he has no idea what Jason's thinking, because Jason left, and he hasn't heard from him since last night. As he sips his coffee his phone bleeps and he checks it "Oh shit! I'm sorry, I gotta go. We're um... getting spun up"
Devon frowns, and puts his cup down "Sure thing, I know how it is"
Clay sees him to the door "Thanks for what you did last night. I really appreciate it. Maybe I could buy you a beer, just one this time" he laughs " when I get back, you know, to say thanks"
Devon stands in the doorway; his huge body fills the entire door frame. He's looking Clay in the eyes, scanning his chest and then working his gaze over his body. Clay wishes he'd put some clothes on as he feels like Devon's fucking him with his eyes.
Then in a sudden move, that Clay wasn't expecting, Devon grabs at his semi hard cock.
Clay takes a breath at the forwardness as Devon smiles "Were you flirting with me Mr Spenser?"
Devon continues to fondle Clay's stiffness. He has a really firm touch a little rougher than Jason, but it's a good feeling and Clay can't do anything except get hard. "You know, like I said, drop by the spa when you're back and I'll give those muscles a going over. Then you can buy me that beer as a thank you"
"Um... yeah look I'll ..I'll think about it"
"Clay you know .. what I told you, though you might not remember, but, Jason, he's not gonna give you the hearts and flowers, you do know that? I mean if you want more than a good fucking now and again, then it's not going to happen with Jason"
"Oh, I'm not looking for anything serious and I have no idea where it's going with Jason. I'm um.. I'm just enjoying it. But thanks for your concern"
"Okay, well I'm just saying. I know him and I know he won't commit to this type of relationship, aside from the fact you're a member of his team. It's never gonna be possible. But maybe the one night now and again is all you want. Maybe it will make you happy. All I'm saying is, you have choices. A good-looking guy like you, if you want more then there are guys out there for you."
Clay's annoyed now "Look I have to go but thanks for the advice. I'm quite happy with how things are with Jason for now thanks"
"Yeah, yeah I'm sure you are. That's why you didn't refuse me when I did this last night"
Devon puts his hand to the back of Clay's head forcing a kiss. Pushing his tongue firmly, deep into his mouth. Clay can taste the coffee he drank and in shock he shoves him back
"Stop! This isn't going to happen."
Devon smiles "Oh, but it is. Maybe not today but you'll be back, you're too curious. You need this, hell you want it. You know it and so do I. But it's okay, I can wait until you're ready."
He kisses Clay's cheek, much more gently this time, but his hand can't resist firmly squeezing his butt "I guess I'll see you around"
Clay closes the door on him and takes a deep breath. He leans his head against the back of the door. He's confused. Some of what Devon did scared him, and some of it turned him on. He takes another breath trying to calm his fast beating heart "What the fuck happened there?"
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Jason's in the shower.
He headed back to his apartment earlier this morning, sneaking away while Clay was sleeping.
He lathers the soap, working it all over his naked body. He's trying to wash the smell of last night from his skin. The faint scent of Clay's aftershave is still stuck in his nostrils and even the body wash smell won't get rid of it.
"Fuck!" his head is spinning with confused thought. He turns off the water, leaning his forehead against the cool of the tiles "What the hell Jason. That was so stupid!" he sighs talking to himself. Berating himself for giving into his desires.
He wraps a towel around his waist, and heads into the living area. Taking the milk carton from the fridge, he puts it directly to his lips and finishes drinking what's left, making a mental note in his head that he needs to buy more.
He paces around. Rubbing his head, his heart beating with rapid panic. He feels awkward, trying to work out what he's going to say to Clay when he eventually has to face him.
He sits down on the chair, running his hand through his hair. His body is sweating from the heat in the shower. No sooner does he sit down than he immediately stands up; he just can't settle.
Then he opens the text message and reads. "Clay!" He laughs. It makes him smile, the X at the end of the message.
Then he sighs, and his smile changes to a frown. "A kiss a fucking kiss on a text, is this kid for real" His anxiety builds, and he rubs his head, trying to release the tension. "Shit! What the hell am I going to do now? I knew how the kid felt about me. Last night is only gonna make that worse. No, correction..." he looks at the X on the text again "has made it worse."
He heads back into the bathroom and turning the water on again, he steps back in under the warm shower. The noise of the water dulls his senses and he scrubs as his body again.
He can still smell Clay; he has this unique smell that lingers on Jason. Normally he loves his scent, so fresh and even if he doesn't like to admit it, sexy. But now, after last night he needs it gone from his body, he needs to forget what they did because he doesn't want anything that reminds him that he crossed the line. That making love, fucking Clay, was a step too far.
As he gets another waft of that smell, he smiles, and images of last night flash in his head.
He remembers how good Clay felt, the touch of his smooth skin against his hand. His firm butt muscles, how tight he was and the power he used to fuck him. Those thoughts alone are enough to turn Jason on again.
His hardness is obvious, and he lean his hands on the wall in front of him, concentrating as the warm water runs over his nakedness, down his back.
The sensation stimulates him more and he wants to get rid of this feeling. He can't see Clay later and have this feeling between his legs. And so, wrapping his large hand around his own stiffness he starts to jerk off. Slow, long strokes back and forward
"Oh fuck!" he sighs speeding up his movements. He can feel his cock pulse under the touch of his hand. He's going to cum quick, the mere picture he has in his head of Clay waiting for him, ready, last night, it's too much stimulation and he tenses, groaning as his thick white cum shoots out mixing with the shower water, allowing it to wash away
"Oh!" he groans, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he relaxes. He steps out of the shower again and dries himself. Looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"How the hell am I going to deal with Clay?" he sighs again listening as his cell phone bleeps.
As he checks the call, they're getting spun up. Looks like I'm about to find out"