A Perfect Passion (3 page)

Chapter Four

Granger’s cold
, wet nose presses against my cheek, waking me up.

“All right boy, all right. You need to go outside, don’t cha boy?”
I reach over and give him a pat.

Granger sta
rts spinning in a circle. I swear he thinks he’s a tiny Chihuahua. I climb out of bed, and head downstairs. The smell of sizzling bacon wafts through the air, and my stomach growls. I open the patio door for Granger.

It’s a nice cool morning
, so I leave the door open. I glance at the wall clock, it reads eight o’clock in the morning. I go in the kitchen, and Dax is standing over the stove. He’s got on shorts, but no shirt.
Good gawd…lipsmack!

The muscles in his back are rigid, tigh
t and firm, like a Greek sculpture. His body frays out, from his waist up to his armpits. His long hair is tossed to one side, and the ridge from his neck down bulges out.
This man is a walking hard-on!

“Morning Dax.”

“Good morning, hope you’re hungry?” He turns, giving me a sexy grin.

“Yes
, it smells great.”

“Oh I forgo
t to mention, I love to cook,” he laughs.

“That’s great because I don’t, unless it’s on the grill outside.”
I put my hands in the air, giving a visual apology.

He turns the stove off and pulls biscuits from the oven. We have a seat at the table and enjoy breakfast. This is way better than my norm
al morning. I usually grab something from a drive-thru on the way into work. Aaron didn’t cook, he liked me taking him out. He was spoiled.

“So what’s on
your agenda for today Damien?”

“Oh not much,
just a little laundry is all. Think I’ll chill out by the pool, and read a bit.”

“I wouldn’t have figured you for a reader.” He takes a sip of his coffee.

“No? I love reading, but hardly ever have time for it anymore, not with work all the time. What do you like to do in your spare time?”

“I rarely have spare time, but I like to bowl,
and I love going out to the races at Houston Motor Speedway. When I can, I catch a concert or movie every now and then too. Or cook.”

“Well you won
’t hear me complaining about your cooking from me. The kitchen is yours, so you do with it whatever you wish. I’ll give you some money for groceries.” Excellent, home cooked meals will be nice for a change.

“Nah
, don’t worry about it man. You’re letting me stay here, the least I can do is pick up the grocery tab. I’ll help pitch in on the utilities around here too.”

“Sounds like a plan, we’ll get it all down on a rental agreement or s
omething later on, no hurry. You heading out to pick up your things this morning?”

“Yes, I have to run over to my parent’s house to get my truck. I’ll load up a few things,
but I should be back in a few hours. Awe crap, I have that job at noon today too. I guess I’ll just drop off my things and then go take care of that. Once it’s done, besides your pool, I’ll be off for the weekend. I can’t even remember the last time I had a weekend off.”

“You have a good one then, and
I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Laterzzz.”

Dax is up and out the door in fifteen minutes. I throw in a load of laundry, and clean up my bedroom. I really need to get a maid in here. That was one good thing about Aaron, he did keep a clean house. Ugh, I need to quit thinking about him, we’re done.

I pull out the yellow pages and make a few calls. The maid sta
rts next week on Thursday.
Excellent.

I change into my bathing suit, open up the doors and windows, and grab my book.

***

“Dude, wake up man.” Dax stands
over me, holding a beer.

“What, what is it?” I rub my eyes.
Ouch!

“You are sunburned big time. You fell asleep
.”

“Shit, what time is it Dax?”
I damn near throw myself out of the chair trying to sit up straight.

“Three in the afternoon dude. I just got in from my job.”

“Damn, I was beat. I guess it finally caught up with me.”

I touch all over my face, but nothing hurt
s too badly. Good thing I was already halfway tan, or I’d be blistered from head to toe. I dive in the pool to cool off. Dax plunges in behind me.

“Funny being on this side of the water,”
Dax laughs.

“Yeah it is.”
             

We both swi
m laps for about twenty minutes, then climb in the hot tub.

“
Man, I remember being in these many times, back when I was in high school.”

“Been in
few, in my days too.”

“Can I ask you something Damien?”
He rubs his thumb across his chin.

“Go for it.”

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” He ducks his head down after asking.

I almost choke
. “Yes Dax, many times. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious is all. I mean,
when you lived in your other place, I never saw you with anyone, but since being here, you were with Aaron. I just assumed you’d always been gay. So what happened?”

“What happened?” I laugh
, “Nothing happened. I’ve just broadened my horizons is all. Why not try it all, you know?”

“Um
…no, I don’t know.” His expression, one eyebrow arched and mouth dropped wide open, makes me want to laugh. He totally doesn’t get it.

“I’ll try to explain it, if I can.
I go either way. I’ve never fallen in to any type of stereotypical role. It’s like having a lick of all the flavors in an ice cream shop. I think it all comes down to compatibility and communication. When two people click, they just click. It has nothing to do with what they have in their pants. At least not to me. I have girl and guy friends, and I’ve had both sexually too. No big deal.”

“Cool way of looking at it,
I guess. I never thought too much about it before. Hey, you feel like doing the bowling thing?” He changes the subject quickly.

“Sure, it’s been a while
, but why not. I have nothing else planned, and it’s still early enough, we can get there before all the Saturday night kids get there.”

“Ha,
you were one of those kids back in the day too? A bowling alley was the easiest place to score booze. I remember well.”

“Yes it was.
”

I laugh and climb out of the hot tub, wrapping the towel around
me and go upstairs to rinse off. I toss on a pair of button up Levi’s and throw on a Metallica concert shirt.

Sitting on the side of the bed, I tie up my
shoes. Dax and I seem to be hitting it off fairly well. He’s really easy to talk to and we seem to have the same interests.

I glan
ce across the hallway, harmless. Dax walks out with a towel around him, and drops it to the floor. He’s naked as a jaybird.
Holy mother of HAWT!
He reaches into the closet fumbling for his clothes. His ass is tight like a fucking Gladiator, and the way he just dangles in the wind…whew!

My mouths drops
open. I think I’ve shredded through the studs on the way down to the first floor! ~picks carpet fibers from teeth~

I rub my hand across my dick and it immediately begins to swell
beneath my jeans. It throbs so hard, there is no way I can go out without a severe case of blue balls. The sight of Dax across the hall naked is making me shitfuck horny. I’ve never reacted this way, been able to look at someone and get all hard like this, but with him it’s happening. Dax walking around his room naked is fucking incredible, he’s got the hottest body I’ve ever seen. I would give anything just to be able to touch him, to stroke him. I squeeze myself trying to break the spell he’s caused on my cock, but it’s not working. The throbbing pulsates deep into me and I slowly massage across the bulge in my jeans, I need a release. I slowly unzip my jeans, edging the tip of my cock to freedom. I take my fingers and massage the tip of it.
Oh yeah!

Dax has his radio blasting, thank God because I can’t help but moan. He bends over and towel dries his long hair.
Holy fuck!
His door is only cracked, but it’s enough for me to admire the scenery.

My dick grows between my fingertips
, and I slip my hand inside my boxers.
Oh fuck me!
God, I hope he doesn’t look out the door and see me. I feel like a voyeur, but how can I even resist this. I pop my cock out of my boxers and wrap my hand around it, stroking up and down myself.  Thinking about him stroking me occupies my thoughts, that and him walking around his room naked. Damn! I swipe up and down on myself, slow then speeding so I don’t get caught. Oh shit, I’m going to come all over myself. I grip tighter, reaching for the lube on the night stand, and squirt a little into my hand.
Oh yesss!
  My dick gets to the point of volcanic eruption, and I have to get up and walk into my bathroom, but not before taking another look across the hallway, seeing his tight ass and those legs that don’t quit.

I never release myself as I walk into the shower area and close the door. I lean up against the wall, letting my jeans drop to my kneecaps. Furiously, I jack myself hard and quick. My eyes roll back into my head and the image of Dax’s swinging cock floods my memory. I’d gladly lower myself to my knees, and suck him into my mouth. I’d love to have him pumping and
jutting himself into my mouth, in and out. I’d love to trace my tongue across his balls, licking them towards my mouth, and sucking each one so gently.
Oh my god!

I press my shoulders against the wall, aiming my groin forward, and slip my hand up and down myself. Imagining him in front of me as I fuck his mouth is almost too much for me to handle. I knee wiggle my jeans down to my ankle, and clench my nuts with my left hand. Jiggling the softness, they begin to tighten. I pump from the tip of my dick down the shaft and slam into my pubic hair, I can stop jerking myself. I tense as
my body begins to warm and tingle, the hairs to attention across every part of my body. I lean further out, just like I was ramming myself into his mouth, when I feel the warm release oozing between my fingers.
Oh fuck yes, yess!
The warm jizz splatters into my hands and I gasp for air. He was just the best non-touching fuck I’ve ever had in my entire life. I pant, trying to regain my composure. Once I come to my senses, I turn the knob on the shower and rinse my hand off. How the hell can someone be the best orgasm ever when you never even touched them? Fucking insane!

Chapter Five

We ge
t in two games here at Diamond Bowl, before all the local teenagers start coming in. We decide to leave, but Dax wants to stop by the grocery store. I haven’t been to a grocery store in a year, this should be interesting.

“What are you in the mood for Damien?”
Dax turns to me.

“A
nything is fine with me, you’re the Julia Childs of the house. I’ll eat pretty much everything, except liver and beets.”

“How about we pick up some fresh veggies, a few top sir
loins, and some chicken breasts? We can toss it on the grill, but I’ll need some marinade also.”

“I’m just here for the ride, whatever you think we need.”

I still have no earthly idea what he’s making, but who cares, I’m not cooking it. He gets everything, including salad dressing, and beer, we head to the checkout counter. I go ahead of him to load everything into my truck, and he follows me after paying. We head for home.

Push
ing the remote to my garage door opener, I pull in remembering that I forgot to get Aaron's clicker.
Shit!
I help Dax with the groceries and we go into the kitchen.

I head upstairs, change clothes and head back downstairs.

“Do you need any help with anything? Damn, I can’t believe that just came out of my mouth.” I slap my hand across my mouth, joking with him.

“Why?”

“I’m just not in familiar in this part of the house at all. Throw me in the office or out on the site, and I’m at home. But this unchartered part of the house is foreign to me, except for the coffee pot. Now I can cook a mean pot of coffee.”

“Cook? That would be brew,
right?” Dax laughs. “Do you have any skewers?”

“I have no idea, l
ook through the drawers. What are you concocting in here anyway?”

Dax spreads the sirloins in a pan, pouring beer over them, then puts chicken in another pan, and pours Italian dressing all over it. He covers both pans with foil,
and then drinks the rest of the beer. He dumps the vegetables in the sink.

“
Concocting? Sounds like a science project. I’m making supper. Do you like shish kebobs?”

I pop the top on a cold one,
how do I resist this? “What’s not to like about meat on a stick?” I wink.

He spews beer all in the sink from laughing, “Damn Damien, are trying to kill a guy here or what?”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” I’m practically falling out laughing now.

“Now that was a good one, but you
caught me way off guard. Shit!”

We both crack up. I have to admit, he’s got a great personality, and thank goodness, a sense of humor. At least he took it in stride. I love his laugh, it’s genuine and real.
You can tell a lot about a person by their laugh, what they laugh at and how they do it. His is radiating security, confidence and comfort. All great qualities in a person.

“Damien, would you mind firing up the pit? I need to get these vegetables clean.”
He looks over his shoulder. I love the way he can raise one eyebrow.

“No problem
.”

I walk out
by the pool to start the grill, and I light the tiki torches. I love the essence of grilling food, and the whole outdoor cooking ambiance.

Dax comes out with the trays of meat and place
the food on the pit. He sets the tray on top of the sink in the covered mini bar next to the pool.

“I’m going to run up and change myself now, be right back.”

Is he wearing a diaper or something? I laugh at the way he words things, I think he meant change clothes. I grab us a couple of the beers from the mini fridge, then return to the patio table.

“Much better, man I love this time of year in Texas.”

“You and me both. So you’re off work tomorrow?”

“Yep, don’t have another job until Monday at lunchtime.” Dax stretches his arms back. “All of my clients seem to sleep late for some reason. I think most of them smoke a little too much herb sometimes.”

“I could probably get you some business
with some of the people at my work. Make sure you give me some business cards.”

“I’d appreciate that man. So how are things on your side of work?”
He takes a swallow of his beer.

“Going good. I’ve got to be on the site Monday morning, we’re setting up to do some more repairs on I-10.”

“Will that interstate ever be done? As long as I can remember, it’s always been under repairs.”

“You sound like the reporter that k
eeps giving us flack about that.” I laugh. “We take it in sections, and so many factors play into that, it’s insane.”

“I can imagine.” He lights up a smoke. “Want one?”

“Yes, I left mine upstairs.”

I spark up, and he
turns the kabobs over. Granger runs up to him, sniffing the air.

“Hey there boy, I wondered where you were, you big mutt.” He pets him on the back, rubbing up and down his fur. “
Does he ever go swimming with you?”

“In my old place he did, but he’
s never been in this pool.”

“Need another beer?”

I nod, and he walks over to get one, and places it in my hand.

“I can’t believe you a
ren’t out here every night, making use of all this.”

“I think I
used it once or twice, maybe. I guess I was just too busy getting everything else around here organized.” I was too busy catering Aaron’s ass around town actually.

“Bet it was an adjustment. T
his place is much bigger than your old one.”

“A lot bigger, b
ut I’m comfortable here, you know? This place feels like home. The other one never did.”

“Hell, I just got here
, and it feels like home. Oh shit, the food.”

He jumps up and rushes to the pit, pouring his beer on the coals to lower the flame, and I bolt to the bar to get a glass of water just in case. Filling the glass, he comes into the bar area, squishing in front of me to get the tray.
The flame is out. His ass rubs up against me, and instinctively my free hand reaches to his hipbone, giving a gentle squeeze.

Dax
glances back towards the grill to make sure the flame is out. I know I should jerk my hand away, but I can’t move. He’s not moving either. Neither of us says a word.

Dax inhales a deep breath, and leans back slightly, against me. It s
eems like ten minutes has past, but realistically I know it’s only been a few seconds.

I inhale his cool water
cologne, my god he smells fucking good. I lean forward just a bit, and brush my lips across his bare back. His skin is warm from him working in the sun all the time.  I continue sliding my lips across the curves in his back. His skin breaks out in goose bumps, but he still doesn’t move away.

With the tip of my tongue, I make little swipes at his skin, and he gasps again. I slide my left hand from his
hipbone to the front a tiny bit, and my finger slips inside the top of his waistband of his shorts. He shifts, so I remove it, but still caress his stomach muscles in my palm.

Dax lets out a quiet moan,
“Mmm…”

I
let out a groan at the feel of all those muscles. My lips pucker and I begin giving him pecks to his back, followed by my swirling tongue, tracing across to another area. He presses just a little harder back against me, still holding the tray in his hands. He tosses his head back towards me, engulfing my face in long blond strands.

I lower
my hand, gliding across his cotton shorts and into his cargo pocket. With my index finger, I trace up and down against his dick in his pants, he’s hard. Closing my fingertips together, I pinch through the material, and slide up and down his cock. A loud breath escapes from him again, and I breathe into his back, causing chill bumps to explode all over him.

He moans,
and then turns sideways towards the grill.

“Shit, the food.”

He pushes back towards me with his ass, and I move back quickly, as he darts back to pull the food from the flames that just sparked up again.