Chapter 3
It was Saturday again and Santiago wanted to see Brett. After last weeks´ confrontation between the two of them, he really wanted to see him. Santiago wanted to dress a little bit more casually. He chose to leave the suit this time, but for some reason, he styled his hair and put on a tight shirt. His basketball shorts were purposely chosen a size too small and in front of the mirror Santiago saw that his ass looked great and the front had an obvious bulge, to show of what he had hidden there. All he had to hope for, was not to get an unexpected hard on. If Brett did not enjoy this display of sexiness, than the Latino had no idea how to make the blonde pay attention to him and hopefully listen.
Arriving at Brett´s house Santiago took a deep breath. He was happy that the front yard did not show any sign of a party. It was the first indicator for a short day of work or rather less time for Santiago to spend with Brett and figure out how he could apologize. Santiago needed to get over this tiny crush fast.
On the drive over, Santiago tried to figure out how to behave. He turned the music louder and hoped it would clear his head. He wanted to separate his crush and his business as good as possible. Brett Pierce is an attractive man and he was someone Santiago would explore his sexuality more with, but then Brett was a player and mainly a customer. He had to refrain from anything that could fire up the sexual tension.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Santiago cursed at himself. He dressed to impress the blonde and obviously wanted to let something happen. He hated himself right now. The Latino did exactly the opposite of want he wanted to achieve.
Was he giving the blonde the wrong impression? Yes, he was. Santiago felt like shit and he knew that he had to decide what he wanted. Right now! But he didn´t know what he wanted. Somehow he was somehow drawn to Brett, but then again it should not happen. His feelings were crazy. There was no way the Latino would be able to figure out what he really felt until he would be standing in front of the blonde´s door.
And there he was. The door opened and Brett stood there, completely dressed for the first time. Without saying a word he stepped aside and let Santiago take a quick sweep of the property. Brett wanted to tell him that there was nothing out of the ordinary, but he only noticed the way the Latino was dressed.
Brett saw the Latino´s back first and noticed how the basketball short accentuated his ass. The shirt fitted him perfectly. He wanted to see the front as well. The blonde assumed that Santiago put a lot of effort into having a body like that. Another view was granted when Santiago walked up the stairs and Brett saw his ass swaying from left to right. He was still entranced and didn´t notice Santiago coming back down until he heard his voice.
"Alright, I just need one of you today, again. So who´s turn is it?" The Latino looked at his employees and waited for one to step in as well. Without another word to be said. Santiago waited for Brett to start moving.
Brett -as usual- walked back upstairs to shower and organizing his office. Santiago followed him silently and when they entered his bedroom, the Latino began to pick up the few items of laundry.
"There is not a lot to clean today. What happened to the party man?" Santiago tried to joke, but honestly he was really interested. Brett ignored his comment, because the Latino was obviously well aware why he did not party anymore.
The silence was killing the Latino. He wanted to -no, needed to- figure out what he felt for the blonde. Talking to him would be a good start, but Brett was not in the mood.
"Come on, talk to me. I know I acted like an idiot and I told you I´m sorry." Santiago said and finally caught his attention.
"You know, maybe I just need some time to… I don´t know." Brett said and walked into the bathroom. He tried to ignore Santiago, but it was so hard. While stripping out of his clothes he heard a soft knock, followed by the Latino´s voice.
"Brett, come on and talk to me, please. Tell me what I need to do to make things right here. I don´t want there to be any bad vibes between us. Because you and I both know that I will be here every Saturday until you quit this arrangement." He slipped down the door and sat at its foot. Desperation was a good noun to explain this situation. It was a selfish move to some extent, but somewhere in the back of his mind, a small spark wanted to give this crazy thing a chance. Whatever this was, even a one night stand would be fine.
He sat there for almost half an hour until the door finally opened and Brett stood there with a towel around his hips and his blonde hair wild on his head. Santiago was speechless and tried to get to his feet. The problem was that he couldn´t grip was steady surface and stumbled, the only thing he gripped was the blonde´s towel.
And there it happened, again, Santiago was face to face with Brett´s dick. The towel in hand he stared right at it. And it was beautiful. Furthermore, those beautiful, shaved balls finished up this image of heaven. Santiago wanted to grab it and put it in his mouth, suck these beautiful balls and jerk him, while fucking the shit out of him.
"So you like what you see, again?" Brett asked with a smirk and stretched out his hand. The Latino handed him the towel back, but the blonde shook his head and waited for him to grab his hand. As soon as Santiago was on his feet again he threw the towel at Brett.
"I am so sorry," Santiago said. "This was not supposed to happen. God, I´m such a klutz."
Brett just laughed at him and tied the towel around his waist again while saying: "You have nothing to apologize for. It could have happened to anyone. And besides, it´s nothing you haven´t seen before. So how about some feedback?" He added with a smirk.
The shock was written all over the Latino´s face and he tried to form a proper sentence. "I… I… It´s nice. Looking good, I guess." Santiago wanted it to sound casual, but he knew that it was anything but.
"Well, I would have hoped for something more like ´damn I can´t wait to have it in my mouth or ass´, but sure, I´ll take it." Brett replied and took some clothes out of his dresser. Boxer shorts and a wife beater would do for now. Santiago blushed, because he felt so stupid right now.
Seeing Brett naked again made him giddy like a teenage girl. He was so excited and just then he felt it in his pants. On no, this was bad. His shorts were too tight for this kind of revelation. Before he could turn away and continue his work, the dancer must have seen the twitch by the way he smiled. Santiago was busted and he knew.
"Thanks for the feedback." The blonde pointed towards the Latino´s not so hidden dick and wanted to leave the room, but the Latino stopped him.
"Wait, where are you going? You know that I can´t let you run free around here."
"What? You have got to be kidding me here Mr. Lopez. I live here, as in: this is my house and I walk anywhere I want to. Right now, this is going to be my office. Your employee is downstairs so relax. If you can´t, you are welcome to join." Brett replied, grabbed some shorts and walked out of the room. Santiago gave it a look and decided it was clean and followed the blonde.
The office consisted of a desk with four monitor screens some shelves covered in paper and books and a huge window. It was Brett all the way, the paper lying everywhere and not organized one bit just like his bedroom. The blonde followed the gaze of the Latino and he knew what he was thinking. Santiago thought about how unorganized he was. That Brett was not able to have his life in balance, just like his love life, probably. Those thoughts would fit the Latino´s scrunched face.
"You don't have to clean in here. It is just all of my stuff for college and my online classes." He said nonchalant. The Latino was taken aback. On top of college he was taking online classes?
"That´s a lot to do. Tell me, what are you doing?" Santiago asked and the blonde heard that he was genuinely interested.
"I have a scholarship for NYADA," He started. "I´m a dancer, you know. But I also enjoy Math and therefore I´m taking some online classes. Because, you know, I wanted to not leave my passion of numbers out of my future." He said and turned on the computers.
"So, what do you need all the electronics for?" Santiago asked and was shocked when Brett just answered. "For porn." But after a few seconds Brett laughed out loud and told the Latino to relax. He would mainly need the computers to analyze dance routines.
"The paper mess is all the numbers fault. I like doing my assignments rather on paper than on the computer. That´s why there is so much paper lying around here. I planned on organizing it today actually." He told the Latino, who already grabbed punch hole.
"Let me help you. Give me some binders and tell me what to put in there." The Latino´s voice was cheery.
"Alright, take those two stacks and put them in there. The bottom has to be in front." He said and showed the Latino to sit down on his desk. "Thanks, this is nice of you," he added.
After almost an hour of nonchalant talking to each other and laughing about some college stories from Santiago´s college time, there was a knock on the door.
"Santiago, I´m done and I´ll be leaving now, or do you need me?" Betty asked. She could see that the two got along better than she heard. Her co-workers told her about the screaming Santiago produced once or twice while being here. Today, he seemed relaxed and seeing the two men together, one could think that they have been friends for a long time.
"Betty, you can head off. I will finish this room with Mr. Pierce and then head home myself. Thank you." Santiago was all business talking to his employee, just like the day he first came to the house and have a look around. God, this man was all sex.
When they heard the front door fall into its lock, they smiled at each other and continued their work. It was easy with Brett right now and Santiago had to admit he enjoyed this moment with him. The alone part was the best. Santiago wanted to know more about the blonde and this right now was a good opportunity. Their fights seemed forgotten and both of them let their walls down.
"Wow, Mr. Businessman. You could have told me that your first name is Santiago." He started and he had to say his name again. "Santiago. What a nice name."
"I never allowed you to call me by my first name, Brett." Santiago replied and smiled at him. The teasing was on and calling Brett out by his first name made it even more fun. He saw the hesitation in the blonde´s eyes. He wanted to respect him.
"Well, how about you allow me to address you by your first name as well, because it is stupid to call you Mr. Lopez. I only would like to do this on other occasions." Brett said with a slight smile.
"Don´t ruin it. Why would you say stuff like that? OK, I give you. You can call me Santiago when it is just you and me." Brett began to smile and was about to say something, the Latino continued, "but as soon as there is somebody else, no matter who, you will call me Mr. Lopez."
Brett nodded in agreement, it was something he wanted from the Latino and he got it. Their time passed on with more conversation. Around noon, half the paper was stored in binders and Santiago was getting hungry.
"Alright, I´m hungry. I think I´m gonna head home." Santiago said, and was about to get up and leave when the blonde stopped him.
"Or, I could order something in and you stay for lunch. Or do you have plans with somebody special?" He said in a seductive voice. He apologized as soon as saw that the Latino tensed up.
"It´s alright, Brett. I don´t have any plans. Fernando was the only one I slept with, and you also know, that I am not out." Santiago said defeated, he hated this. It made him uncomfortable and he couldn´t look the blonde in the eye. The always mighty Santiago felt small and fragile. For a second he thought about making a run for the door.
"Don´t be embarrassed about any of this. Let me help you, please. We order some food and you can tell me as much as you like. Maybe I can help you somehow." Brett suggested in the sweetest voice and carefully pulled Santiago into a hug. He didn´t even think about it as he stepped closer towards the Latino. And now that he was holding him. It felt great. The softness of his t-shirt and his fabric softener. But then, he felt their skin connect and heavenly bells began to chime in his head. This was the softest skin Brett had ever felt. Seeing and feeling the olive skin so close wanted to kiss it and run his tongue over it, caress it with simple touches and spoil it.
The Latino on the other hand, felt safe for the first time in years. He inhaled the blonde´s scent and after another minute he whispered ´ok´ into his shoulder.
They decided on Chinese and Brett went a little bit overboard. After Santiago told Brett to order ´whatever´ before he went to the bathroom, the blonde chose to order ten different dishes. How could he know what the Latino liked? Dumplings over Wan-Tans or chicken rather than pork? Brett was afraid that if he ordered something the Latino did not like he would leave and this was something the dancer was not forcing to happen.
Santiago came back from the bathroom just when the blonde hung up and told him. "They said 45 minutes."
"Why do they need 45 minutes to deliver two meals here? They never take that long. That´s weird." He said and saw the blonde blushing. "What did you do?" Brett pretended to be insulted and put the phone down.
"Me? Nothing! You left me alone with the order. How should I know what you like to eat and what not? I´ll probably have to eat Chinese for the next three days." All Santiago could do was laugh at his antics. True, he left him with the order, but he was easy going on the food lane. There were few things he didn´t like.
"Ok, ok. I´ll try to eat as much as possible. So what do you wanna do until the food arrives?" He asked and sat down on the kitchen counter. Brett grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and silently asked the Latino if he wanted one as well. He nodded and grabbed the bottle which the blonde slid over the counter.
"Well, we could go out back and enjoy the weather or you can start telling me about being a gay Latino, because that seems quite important to you."
There was no running away anymore, he had to tell Brett about this obvious controversy.
"Alright, but you better listen. I know it sounds easy, still my mother is a weird and horrifying addition in this equation." He said and walked with Brett onto the patio.
"Being gay is never easy. Especially for guys. I mean, men see a lesbian or just girls making out with each other and go crazy, because this is sexy. But seeing two men together is disgusting and an abomination. Well, my mother is Catholic and belief is really important for the Latin community and as much as we are integrated in the American society, I mean hey I was born here, Latino´s have a strong believe system. And it doesn´t involve two men, it is about a man and a woman. Together they make loads of Latino children. If my mom would find out about me being gay, she would probably disown me. Once, my grandmother saw two men kissing and she yelled at them, like from across the street."
Brett listened carefully, he just got up and walked back into the kitchen. Santiago followed the blonde. He saw him rummaging inside the fridge and come back with a six pack of beer: "I think this is a beer conversation." He said with a smile and Santiago gratefully took one.
"It is just horrible to have feelings like that for a guy when your whole family is against that. For me it is even worse, because my sister got married last year, and has triplets – not twins or one child, but triplets - on the way with her perfect Latino husband. And what do I do? I fuck my assistant, because he is not going to tell anybody. Pathetic." The Latino uttered and took a big gulp from his beer. The alcohol made it easier for him. He waited for Brett to judge him, but he didn´t.
"Alright, so your grandmother is Satan, which means your mother is not as bad anymore, but still evil. Ok, look I can only imagine what coming out is like. My parents are pretty chill on anything I do, because they trust me. Believe me Santiago, this is horrible. It will make you sick. Hiding who you really are, is not the way to approach this. And by this I mean your lifestyle, which defines you and everything you are. If you hide this, you can stay at home all day and never look at other people. You gotta understand, people, men, as well as women will look at you, and want to fuck you. And, if you are not honest with yourself, you are wasting your time." Brett almost begged Santiago to understand this pressing matter. The bad thing was that Santiago knew what he was talking about. The bell rang.
"Think about one more thing, just for a second," Brett said while getting up. "Not all the guys, who are as scared as you to come out, are as hot as you. And honestly who wants to fuck a 3." He said with a wink and walked to pick up the food.
Santiago was out of words and just sat on the patio stairs looking into the beautiful mended garden, James and Michael did a good job. Back to business, the blonde was right. Finding Fernando was a lucky strike. He would not find anybody again who would accept his attitude, especially with his newest addition of wanting to have a committed relationship.
Brett was right. The Latino was not a three. He was at least an eight and he knew the looks he received. Men and women wanted to fuck him.
"Ok, here we go. I have a little bit of everything." The blonde said while setting their lunch on the patio table. Santiago got up and grabbed the beer, placing it next to the boxes.
"That looks great, thank you." He said sitting down and watched Brett. The blonde´s eyes were wildly moving over the assortment of food. He threw a dumpling in his mouth and continued plating more food. As soon as Santiago could tear his eyes away from the dancer, he also plated some of the food. He hasn´t had Chinese in a while and the first bite was such a fulfillment that he moaned.
"Someone is enjoying this a little too much, you want me to leave you and the food?" Brett joked and saw how the Latino blushed. This moment was pure perfection. He and Santiago sat there, together, having lunch and talk like friends.
"Tell me about some of your encounters." Santiago said carefully. He did not want to overstep a line, but with Brett it seemed ok. The blonde swallowed and asked. "Which one do you want to know about? The `damn boy are you leftover pizza from last night, because I was going to get rid of you, but now that I´m drunk I kinda want you´ or the ´true beauties´?"
"I think I would choose the true beauty first. I don´t know if I am ready for the drunk encounter." Santiago replied honestly.
"Well, I have had one or two pretty boys. There was the prep boy Thomas. He was really cute and petite. I don´t even know why I felt the need to buy him a drink. But there was something about him that intrigued me. Do you know that feeling?" The blonde stopped and waited for Santiago to reply. All he got was a nod. Of course, did the Latino know that feeling. He was feeling it for the last couple of weeks. Brett was this man, the one who intrigued him.
"Well, we went into the bar bathroom and the alcohol in his breath almost made me puke, but hey I was horny. So when I unpacked him and was about to blow him, he stopped me and said that he wanted to only rub our tips together. I was standing there with a hard on and all he wanted to do was rub our tips? I mean come on, a blow job would be the least. I just left him and walked back into the club with my hard on. I sat down at the bar and ordered some wine. Beer turned me off at that moment. And then the barkeeper sees Thomas walking out of the bathroom, then looks at me and says: ´Don´t let dumb boys make you cry. Don´t work shitty jobs. And although, wine is for every night of the week; never settle for less than 6 inches´."
Santiago started laughing so loud, he almost choked on his food. A big gulp of his beer helped him settle. "He did not say that!"
"I swear he did. He told me about Thomas, that´s the only reason I know his name. He has encountered the ´dick-tip-rub´ as he called it, too." Brett replied. "He also told me that he was 6 and a half inches and he would not say no to a blowjob, no matter if I suck him or he me. Long story short, I got a nice blowjob and know the barkeeper of Hallelo, he is dating one of my best friends now."
Santiago could not believe this story. It seemed so out of this world. But Brett was more than special and this story would match his personality. "You are something else, Brett. How did you turn a beauty story into a drunk one?"
"Well, it started out with a pretty boy, didn´t it?" He said smirking. Santiago nodded and asked for another one.
"Alright let me think." He tapped his chin. "There was this one boy, Steven, now that I think about him, he reminds me of you." Santiago looked shocked by this revelation.
"Why is that?" He asked.
"Well, he wanted me and kept coming back to the bar we first met. It was fun at first and the next four or five times, but then a man like me gets frustrated, because I wanted to know what we were. Steven kept telling me we would go all the way, every single time. He was cute and the few kisses we exchanged were fun, once we almost got to third base, but then he stopped again and wanted to leave. I just grabbed his arm and told him: I´m not the man to marry, but I´ll be the man you´ll be thinking of twenty years from now while you engage in polite sex with your boring husband who fakes his orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline." Santiago laughed at this and Brett continued.
"I was just so frustrated. He always wanted to get it on, but was always too concerned about us not being vanilla. I would have done him in the club´s bathroom, he however was not down with that."
Santiago looked at him with a raised eyebrow. How did Brett know that he was vanilla? The Latino´s sex life was nothing else. Fernando must have told him. There was no experimenting or something out of the ordinary, as far as gay sex is anything but ordinary. Again, there was some anxiety rising up. Brett exposed something about him without really knowing him. Brett, gently touched him.
"Hey, Santiago. I did not want to attack you. It is just... well, you are so closed of an scared about everything around you. Steven was just like that and I am only telling you this, because I don´t want you to hide who you truly are. I barely know you, but you are so fucking amazing to me and I can´t describe..."
"Sometimes I just want to be bent over and banged like a screen door in a hurricane." Santiago rushed out and interrupted Brett.
"Wha- what?" Brett asked in shock.
"Sometimes I just want to be bent over and banged like a screen door in a hurricane. I think about it, you know, wild and rough sex. But how do I do it without anyone finding out?" Santiago sighed with relief.
This was a big step for him and then came the anxiety again, he revealed something really personal to an almost stranger. Something only himself and his browser history knew about. Santiago never bottomed, he was always the top and his previous interactions -well, he only had one man- were fine with that.
Brett just huffed and looked at him. He grabbed a spring roll and swallowed it whole before replying easily. "Life is too short to pretend you don´t like getting choked during sex or take it rough. Really, I mean what happens between you and your sexual partner has to stay just there. If you are so concerned about what could come out, let them sign a contract. That´s what I do with the extreme cases."
"Extreme cases?" The Latino asked in an unexpected high voice.
"Have a hoe chapter in your life; it builds character. But I accidentally wrote a trilogy with an additional epilogue at the end. But this is like a diary to me. Some things I don´t need to have out in the open. My hoe chapters are sealed with contracts. They gotta sign them and you know if they talk it means a great deal of money to pay and a lawyer and yada, yada, yada. You don´t wanna get your shit out? Make contracts, have fun nights and continue life in the closet. It is up to you. Me on the other hand, well, I just need some real dirty fun sometimes, therefore the non-disclosure agreements."
It all seemed so easy and unconcerned to Brett. He was just opening up about everything Santiago never dared to talk about to anybody, not even a diary would be allowed to hear his secrets.
"You sound like a book, Brett. I mean, all the easy quotes and stories, you could start writing your memoirs right now." Santiago said and smiled at the blonde dancer who threw another spring roll into his mouth. "You are so confident and every sexual encounter you must have had..."
Silence.
"Sure," Brett chuckled. "If I can tell you one thing, it is that confidence is something that can grow. But is has to come from the inside. Don´t you think people made fun of me, when I decided to dance in the school ensemble? Don´t you think I get looked down upon in college, because of my father? All Freshmen year they called me a spoiled brat." He stopped. "Just like you." A smile and he continued. "But that won´t change what I know about myself. I worked for everything I own. Even this house. I spent hours programming algorithms for companies at night to earn this house. Sure, it is big as shit, but I earned it. And I work for for humanitarian causes and have sex. So what? I am still me. All this is me."
Santiago was shocked. It was the second time that Brett addressed himself and all the riches that came with him. He was impressed. Hearing about all of that and not just read of it online or stalk the blonde online. This was intimate, Brett offered all of himself right now. A more intimate moment would be nakedness and sex. Get your head straight. Santiago warned himself. The Latino could not get involved with a man like Brett, or could he? It was the blonde himself who gave him the idea of a non-disclosure agreement. Then again, Brett was a customer, a really good looking customer. His Latino´s appearance also agreed with this idea. He purposely dressed to impress, like the blonde he could show of his goods.
Santiago did not know what to do. The only sane thought he caught was getting up an leave. He decided against it. "I think it is time I´ll leave you to it. Thank you for listening and lunch." Santiago said as he grabbed some money and a business card from his wallet, and a pen from the kitchen counter. Then he continued. "Here is my cell number. If you need help with cleaning your office again, call me directly and I´ll come without my entourage."
Brett picked up the card and smiled at the Latino. "Feel free to stay, I don´t mind you being here. I like hanging out with you."
"No, Brett. Really, I should go." Santiago replied.
The blonde tried again. "How about a dip in the pool?" Because he wouldn´t mind seeing more of the Latino. But again, Santiago declined. He thanked Brett and left.
All in all this was a nice day. Santiago learned a lot about the blonde and he like all the quirks of him. He could understand why Brett was teased in school, but look what became of him. Santiago thought that Brett must be one of the smartest men he ever met.
After Santiago left, Brett cleaned up the food and pocketed the $20 the Latino left for the food. He smiled. "This will be a lot of Chinese meals for me." Brett chuckled to himself. Then he saw the business card. He had one on the fridge already, but this was special. Santiago had written his private cell phone number on it. This was amazing.
Grabbing another beer from the pack, Brett pulled out his cell phone and saved the number. He was about to put the phone back in his pocket, but decided against it and started typing.
Send me nudes when you get home, so I know you´re safe. - Brett
He chuckled again and added a smiley face to the end of message. Just to be safe, he thought. If there is something the blonde had learned about the Latino, he was a scared man. And Brett wanted to make him feel comfortable and not the opposite.
Brett walked back into his office, there was still some work to do. For some reason it was easier now. He knew why, because he had a certain Latino on his mind. A very sexy Latino.