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I let go of his hip with one still slippery hand and reached underneath him, wrapping it around his hard cock and pumping back and forth in time with our movements. He was hard as steel. He had been teased by the plug and our games for so long that after only a few firm strokes he came hard, shaking and shooting all over his belly, my hand, and the bed. The noise he made was something between a groan and a cry. I could feel his passage spasming around me as I pounded him harder, hastening my own release. When his orgasm waned he started pushing back against me again, helping me, milking me, until I climaxed inside him with a strangled moan. We collapsed on the bed, trembling and exhausted.

I rolled off him, pulling out carefully and disposing of the condom. Then I just lay there staring up at the stippled ceiling, dazed and spent and completely mind-fucked by the whole experience.

After several moments, during which we both tried to catch our breaths, I felt his arm snake across my chest. He snuggled against my side, sticky and warm and sweaty. I turned to look at him. He seemed content and sated, smiling lazily at my obviously astounded expression. "What?" he said, stroking my chest affectionately and kissing my shoulder.

"What are you doing with me?" I searched his eyes for any hint of an ulterior motive.

"Well, right now I'm basking in the afterglow of a deliciously satisfying orgasm." He narrowed his eyes at me. "What are
you
doing?"

I blinked. "I'm trying to think of what I could have done to deserve this. To deserve you."

He laughed, like he couldn't believe what I was saying. "What? Don't you realize how talented and sweet and hot you are, Martin?"

I closed my eyes, unable to believe him. "If that's true, why has it been a year and a half since I've been with anyone?" I asked, embarrassed.

"Um, maybe because you have high standards? I'd like to think that's it."

I opened my eyes and stared at him, the simplicity of his statement a revelation. He was right. I could have spent every weekend at the clubs, picking up men and bringing them home to fuck. But, while at one point in my life that had been an interesting pastime, it proved ultimately unsatisfying and pointless.

"It's been about a year for me too, you know. Does that make me a loser?"

I laughed. "Really?"

He nodded. "I happen to have extremely high standards. In fact, you've only passed the first interview so far." He lifted himself up on his elbow and winked at me. "With flying colors, I might add. Now, if you're lucky, I'll be calling you back for the three-day intensive session."

"Very funny," I said. "You really think I'm hot?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Martin. I just had your beautiful cock in my ass and blew a massive load all over your bedspread and myself. What do
you
think?"

I felt my poor cock twitch. He was right. What other proof did I want?

"Besides," he said, "Do you think I'd wear that plug all morning for just anybody?"

I stared at him and goddamn it if I wasn't getting hard again already. "I don't know you." I murmured.

He kissed me tenderly and pulled back. "So, get to know me."

I looked down, then back up at him. "Have dinner with me."

He grinned. "Okay." He rolled over and bent to untie his boots. His underwear was still around his knees. He looked adorable. "But first, I need a shower. Join me?"

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Chapter Four

Balance

After a rather lengthy and involved shower, Jeremy had dressed and gone to work, promising to meet me at Genji, a Japanese restaurant on Lisgar Street, at seven. I discovered that he worked at the coffee shop on Elgin and his shift today was from two to six. He admitted it embarrassed him to work there but that he enjoyed it for the most part. Although, I found it pretty funny that he never drank coffee. It became apparent that Jeremy led a much healthier lifestyle than I did. He liked tea, both regular and herbal, ate healthy foods, worked out regularly, didn't smoke, and only drank occasionally. He prided himself on these habits and teased me about the cigarette I smoked after our shower together. He told me I should join him at his gym as his guest for an intensive workout session so I could see what smoking did to my lungs. I gave him a non-committal answer but the idea appealed to me. I had been meaning to join a gym for the longest time.

I spent the afternoon cleaning and tidying and printing out the photos that Jeremy had selected for his portfolio. I
may
have printed out a couple of shots for myself. I asked him if he would mind and he told me it was okay. He'd also written me a check for the price of my time and the photos, even though it felt a bit awkward to me. He joked that he would have to get some pictures of me to make it fair. At least, I think it was a joke.

At six o'clock I started getting ready for dinner. Genji was a classy, intimate restaurant and I wanted to look good. While I dressed I reminisced about our morning together and the shower afterward.

I insisted on washing him in order to really acquaint myself with every inch of him without the haze of an intense arousal clouding my perceptions. After I cleaned him thoroughly from top to tail, we made out under the streaming hot water. We just couldn't seem to get enough of each other. It was kind of frightening, the intensity of our attraction. I don't think either of us had ever experienced anything like it before. I certainly hadn't. After two more orgasms under the running water, we were finally able to keep our hands off each other, at least long enough to have a decent, quick lunch of hastily made turkey sandwiches, salad, and fruit. Then Jeremy went to work after giving me a scorching kiss goodbye.

I decided on a pair of black jeans and a burgundy button-up shirt. I didn't want to dress up too much since Jeremy wouldn't have time to go home and change. Just as I was about to leave the phone rang. I froze, not even wanting to answer it. I knew it was Jeremy, backing out on dinner because he'd thought better of being with me or he'd met someone else. I turned around, steeled myself, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, are you free for dinner tonight?" My sister's breathless voice sent a wave of relief through me.

"Hi, Frankie."

"Hi! So, are you?"

"Well, actually..." I rifled through some mail on the counter, not sure what to say. Normally, I'd be thrilled to meet Frankie for supper.

"I'm at the Rideau Centre. I can meet you at Johnny Farina's in fifteen."

"I have a date, Frankie."

"Really? I mean I'm only surprised because it's been awhile. Who is he? Where are you going? How did you meet?"

I rolled my eyes.
Here we go
. "Well, we only met a few days ago but..."

"Yeah?"

"I really like him."

"What's his name?"

"Jeremy." I opened the fridge and poured myself some orange juice, my mouth dry from embarrassment.

"Oooh, I have a good feeling about this! Is he cute?"

I almost spilled the orange juice, but recovered. "Frankie, you would not believe how hot he is. I don't know what he sees in me."

"I want to meet him! Oh, please, can I meet him? Please, please, please..."

"But I don't even--I mean, I just met him."

"Did you sleep with him?"

I barely refrained from spitting a mouthful of juice all over the counter. I coughed until I could speak again. "Um, sleep, no. Other things, yes."

"Aha. If you've been intimate I need to meet him."

"What? Why?" I put the juice container back in the fridge and leaned on the counter, running a hand through my hair. Man, I was in for it.

"To make sure he's good enough for you, Martin. I'm your big sister."

"By a year. I don't know if I'm ready for this."

"Oh, come on. Please?"

I carried the phone into the living room and looked out the window. There was no way she'd let this go. "Fine. You can meet him, eat some sushi and leave, capish?"

I heard a gasp. "You're going to Genji? You
must
like him. That's your favorite."

"Mmm hmm. I mean it, Frankie. You stay for a glass of wine and an appetizer. And then you're gone."

"Okay, okay. What time?"

"Now. Seven. I have to go." I hung up, immediately regretting my decision to invite her. Jeremy and I had been having a wonderful time in our own little bubble. What would happen once another person invaded our space? Especially my overenthusiastic whirlwind of a sister?

At 7:05 I was seated at a table in my favorite restaurant, tapping my foot in trepidation that it was all a mistake on his part and he wouldn't show, and excitement that he would be here momentarily and the crazy, intense attraction between us would still be strong and undeniable. At 7:09 he walked in the door and looked around for me. A huge wave of relief washed over me when he saw me and smiled, followed by a renewed burst of energy and a surge of arousal.

He hung up his jacket and came over, setting down his messenger bag and greeting me with a quick kiss on the cheek. He gave me a scorching look when he sat down across from me. "How's your cock, Martin?"

I blushed. "How do you think?"

He grinned. "I think you're hard for me again."

"I knew you were more than a pretty face."

He laughed. "Seriously, though, you look great. If this wasn't such a conservative town I would've macked on you big time just now."

The pretty young Asian waitress came by. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, addressing Jeremy.

"I'll just have some green tea, please," he said with a smile.

I took a sip of my beer. I needed to warn him about Frankie. "Listen, my sister called before I left and basically bullied me into inviting her to join us. She'll be here any minute."

"Okay," he said, looking over the menu.

"But she only has time for a starter."

"Is she older or younger than you?"

"Older, but only by a year. She's a little hard core."

"Meaning..."

"She'll say what she thinks and she talks a lot. She's kind of opinionated."

Just as I said that, I saw her come through the doors. She saw me and waved and came right over, not even bothering to take off her corduroy jacket. She was carrying a couple of shopping bags.

"Martin! I found the coolest boots-- Oh, hello!" She faked surprise at seeing me with somebody.

"Frankie, he knows you know about him. Knock it off."

Jeremy stood up and held out his hand. "I'm Jeremy."

"Hi Jeremy." She shook his hand and I saw her eyes roam over him. "Holy shit, Martin, you were not kidding."

"Jeremy, my sister, Frankie. Don't listen to anything she says."

She glared at me and sat down in the seat beside Jeremy, sticking her tongue out at me. "Martin sucked his thumb till he was nine."

Jeremy looked at me and grinned. "Uh huh. Well, that explains it."

I almost choked on my sip of beer; Frankie shrieked and slapped a hand over her mouth, staring at Jeremy and me in disbelief. We were gazing at each other and the connection must have been palpable.

"Holy hell," Frankie said, "I've never seen anybody eye-fuck my brother like that before."

I cleared my throat and opened the menu. "Frankie, are you sure there isn't somewhere you'd rather be?"

She shook her head and opened her menu. "Nope. I've got a half hour before I have to head home. Oooh, the Maki looks so good!"

The waitress came by and Frankie asked for a coke and four orders of Maki that we could share, on her. That made me feel a bit more gracious.

"So, Jeremy," Frankie said. "How did you meet my brother?"

Jeremy looked at me and then at her. "Well, I needed photos for a modeling portfolio."

"I see," she said and looked at me. "So I guess you liked what you saw?"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Frankie, I know you're going to ask him all sorts of personal questions so you might as well get it over with." I looked at Jeremy, who seemed to be handling things pretty well, so far. "Believe me, it's better this way. Any question you don't want to answer, say 'pass.'" I turned back to Frankie. "You get ten and that's generous."

Frankie nodded. "Sounds fair. Now, to make this worthwhile, I need to think of things you'd be too embarrassed to ask him."

Oh, boy, this is going to be painful.

She regarded Jeremy, who was sipping his tea and looking amused. "Hmmm. What do you like best about my brother so far?"

Jeremy appeared thoughtful. I hid my face in my hands and murmured, "Jesus Christ, Frankie."

Jeremy cleared his throat. "Well, obviously, his big, hard, beautiful--"

I jerked my hand away from my face and glared at him.

"--camera. It takes wonderful pictures. Actually, that's not it." He stared at me. "It's his graciousness, and the fact that it's so easy to make him blush."

I felt warmth in my cheeks again, but it was from the feeling his words gave me.

"Nice," Frankie murmured. "Okay, next question. Are you looking for a piece of ass or a possible relationship?"

Jeremy laughed. "Wow. You
are
hardcore." He seemed to mean it as a compliment. "Well, I
do
love a great piece of ass...but I'm definitely open to something more meaningful."

"Awesome. 'Cause I can tell you right now that Martin is excellent relationship material."

"Frankie."

Jeremy smiled at me, not disconcerted at all.

"Okay. Next question. How old are you?"

"How old do I look?" He waggled his eyebrows.

She thought for a moment. "Twenty-one?"

"Twenty-three."

"Where do you work?"

"Coffee shop."

"What's your education?"

"I have a BA in English Lit from Ottawa U. Martin knows all this."

"Hmmm, okay. What's the craziest thing you ever did?"

He laughed. "Oh. Hmmm. Well, let's see. Probably getting Martin to take pictures of me in my underwear."

I put my head in my hands.
This is mortifying.

Frankie was nodding. "How very naughty of you both."

I looked up at Jeremy. "You know you don't have to answer her questions."

Jeremy shrugged. "It's fun actually. I like making you blush."

"Awesome!" Frankie clapped. "I get four more. Have you ever dumped anyone?"

"Yes."

"Been dumped yourself?"

"Yes."

"Been hopelessly in love with someone who didn't know you existed?"

He sighed. "Alas, yes. I've sent so many letters to Taylor Lautner it's not even funny, and, so far, no reply. I even sent pictures." He winked at me.

"Uh huh. And for my final question, do you know what I will do to you if you break my brother's heart?" She regarded him calmly, but seriously, like a tiger awaiting an excuse to pounce.

He shook his head slowly. "No. But I imagine it would involve something quite painful."

"You better believe it."

"Okay, Frankie, you can give the momma lion routine a rest. You know, I can look after myself."

She stared at me. "Really, Martin, you
can
be a bit naive. I'm just making sure that Jeremy knows you are a valued and precious person, and he'd better treat you well."

Jeremy nodded. "That's a really great thing for a big sister to do."

Now it was Frankie's turn to blush. "Well, thanks. He's very special to me."

The three of us maintained an awkward silence until the food arrived, at which point we all dug in and complimented Frankie's selections. Jeremy was un-phased by my sister and she seemed to have accepted him; I felt much better knowing the inquisition was over and soon Jeremy and I would be alone. I also would be lying if I didn't admit to being slightly stunned by the protective feelings my sister had towards me. And relieved and excited by some of Jeremy's responses to her queries.

But then, as if Jeremy couldn't stand to see me comfortable, because
that
wasn't amusing enough, he said, "So, Frankie, what was Martin like as a child?"

I froze, a sweet potato Maki halfway to my lips.

"Annoying," she said immediately with a mouth full of sushi. She finished chewing and sipped her coke. She looked at me. "What? What sister doesn't think her little brother is annoying?"

I ate my Maki and kept quiet.

"I mean, he used to follow me everywhere. It was fun dressing him up in my princess costumes though." She winked at me. "You really seemed to like that."