One Toe Out (A Complicated Love Story) (10 page)

As soon as J.T. answered the last question, Christian clicked off the recorder. They sat back and watched a basketball game that was playing on one of the oversize TV screens that were placed throughout the bar.

“
You think the Laker’s are going to take it all this year?”

J.T. shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Dallas is looking good, and it’s a team that has a lot of heart. They could take it all.”

“
Maybe,” Christian replied. They sat in silence for another couple of minutes. Even though the bar was relatively crowded, only a few fans stopped and asked for autographs and J.T. was grateful, although he loved his fans and appreciated them, sometimes he wanted to eat with as little interruptions as possible.

Christian leaned closer, and said softly, “You can punch the shit out of me if I’m out of line, but I want you to fuck me.”

For a split second, desire flashed across J.T.’s face, then he trained it into a neutral mask. He nodded discreetly because one never knew who was filming his lunch with their phone.

“
You down?”

“
Yeah.” J.T. thought for a moment, then said, “I got a suite at the MGM Grand. It might be better if you follow me.” He would feel much safer going to a hotel instead of going into a stranger’s house, which might be equipped with recording devices. After all, he is a journalist and a photographer. Since he wasn’t at all familiar with the Detroit area and getting from point A to B would prove challenging with his limited knowledge of the city, J.T. typed in the hotel’s address into his rented SUV GPS as soon as he got into the vehicle.

He pulled out of the parking lot, glanced in his rearview mirror, saw that Christian was behind him and drove at a comfortable pace to the hotel.

J.T.’s dick throbbed with desire as he drove to his hotel. He had been sneaking peeks at Christian all day. And the most agonizing part of the whole afternoon was that he didn’t know if Christian was gay. And he nearly raced around the table to hug him when Christian announced that he was.

He reached between his legs and stroked his penis, it was as hard as a rock. “Damn this is a long ride.”

As soon as he got to the hotel, he dropped his SUV with the valet then eagerly strolled into the lobby to wait for Christian. Three minutes later he strolled in and J.T.’s heart pounded. He nonchalantly shook his hand as though it was a casual meeting.

“
Come on, let’s get something to drink.” He and Christian wandered over to the bar, where J.T. ordered a large bottle of sparkling water
and Christian did the same.

“
So this is what we’re gonna do,” J.T. said in, hushed tones and sensing the need for secrecy, Christian tilted his head closer to J.T. “I’m going to finish about half this drink, shake your hand goodbye, then go up to my room.” He immediately gave Christian his room number. “You wait about twenty minutes then come on up. Deal?”

Christian nodded. “Cool.”

Per their arrangement, when J.T. was halfway finished with his drink, he shook Christian’s hand then headed towards the elevators to his suite.

J.T. had Aleesha reserve a corner suite for him, it was one thousand square feet, a marble foyer, a whirlpool tub and amazing floor-to-ceiling windows.

He raced into the bathroom, kicking off his sneakers along the way. Inside the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. He jumped into the shower and turned his face up towards the waterfall showerhead.

J.T. shivered with anticipation.
This will be the first time in a long time where I won’t be intoxicated or drugged when I make love to a man. When I fucked a man, there was no love involved.

There was a soft knock on the door just as he was spritzing on some cologne. With a towel securely wrapped around his waist he went to the door and peeked through the peephole. Christian stood on the other side of the door and J.T. pulled it open.

Christian quickly slid in. The whole thing took less than five seconds. “Hey.”

“
Hey,” J.T. responded softly, then did what he had been thinking about all day. He pulled Christian against him and Christian’s arms automatically went around J.T.’s waist. Christian shyly looked up at J.T. and J.T. lowered his head and kissed Christian’s upturned face. They kissed for several minutes. Christian was the first to pull away.

“
I need to shower.”

“
No you don’t.”

“
No?”

“
Nu uh. I want to taste every inch of your nasty ass.”

“
Oh, in that case.” Christian quickly undressed and like J.T., he tossed his clothing into a heap on the floor.

J.T. grabbed Christian and carried him to the bed, where he dropped him. Christian stared wide eyed with anticipation at him. With a flourish J.T. pulled off his towel, then settled down next to Christian.

“
You’ve been working hard today, would you like me to massage you?” Christian asked. “Got any lotion?”

“
In the bathroom. There’s a jar on the vanity.”

Christian hopped up. “Be right back.”

J.T. pressed his cheek against the mattress and he carefully shifted his hips to alleviate some discomfort, his dick was so hard. He was afraid to move too much, because any friction might cause him to burst.

Christian strolled out. “Is this okay?” he asked, holding a jar of his favorite lotion. It came from a shop in Europe where he had it specially made for him.

“
That’s perfect!”

Christian gently sat on the small of his back, the sweet spot right above his ass. His hard cock was hot on J.T.’s back. Christian slathered his hands with the expensive cream. He smoothed it over J.T.’s wide shoulders. He rubbed it into his skin, he grabbed some of J.T.’s skin between his forefingers and thumbs, then squeezed. Christian twisted the skin, J.T. moaned.

“
That feels good, you’re good at this.”

Christian chuckled. “So I’ve been told.” He leaned forward and pressed down, using his body weight, to apply extra pressure as he pressed the heel of his hand down J.T.’s back. “So does your wife know what you’re doing?”

“
Yes and no. We have an agreement. I can see men, but she’s not privy to the details, it works for us.”

“
Sounds civil.”

“
It’s working for us.” J.T. groaned softly while Christian’s hands manipulated his smooth skin. Christian made his way to J.T.’s ass. He kneaded J.T.’s taut globes, occasionally cupping them. “I just got to kiss your beautiful ass.” He scooted back, then leaned down and kissed J.T.’s butt.

Christian separated his cheeks and he tenderly kissed J.T.’s sensitive skin, he slowly ran his tongue around his puckered hole. J.T. shuddered with desire when Christian nestled his face between J.T.’s ass and tongued his hole, darting his tongue in and out. J.T. whimpered. He reached down and grabbed his dick and began stroking it while Christian continued tonguing his ass. The pressure built in J.T.’s shaft and he clenched his ass, and Christian tightened his grip as he slurped at J.T.’s crack.

J.T. gasped while his come squirted into the comforter. “Shit!” He peeked over his shoulder to find Christian jacking off. He was on his knees, with his eyes closed and his head thrown back. J.T. turned over onto his back. He tucked his hand behind his head and watched the show. It didn’t take long, Christian erupted all over the bed. Spent he lay down next to J.T.

Once they were rested and J.T. felt himself grow hard again, he firmly guided him onto his knees. J.T. licked his ass then bit it gently. Christian moaned and arched his back. J.T. grasped Christian’s balls and gently kneaded them, Christian writhed with desire. “Hold on.” J.T. stopped long enough to put on a condom and picked up a tube of lube.

He slicked his fingers with the gel and stuck them into Christian’s ass, Christian groaned as J.T. finger fucked him. “I want to feel your dick, stick it in!”

J.T. chuckled. “Consider it done.” He settled behind Christian and grabbed his waist, his dick throbbing. He rubbed the tip of his shaft across Christian’s brown opening, he trembled. No longer able to wait, J.T. slowly eased his cock inside Christian, taking his time, allowing him to accommodate his dick. J.T. exhaled softly when his balls caressed, his lover’s ass. J.T.’s strokes were leisurely as he moved in and out of Christian.

Christian grabbed his dick and stroked it as J.T.’s balls slapped against him. J.T. moaned. “Your ass looks so good.”

“
Doesn’t it feel good?” Christian teased.

“
Oh yeah.”

“
Well smack it.”

J.T. pulled his hand back and smacked one of Christian’s taut globes. “Oh shit!” he shouted as he came. J.T.’s grip tightened and his thrusts increased as the pressure built. With a loud yell he came. They fell on the bed together, Christian nestled against J.T.

J.T.’s trip to Detroit extended from one day to four. He and Christian spent the time in bed, only getting out to shower and answer the door for their room service.

Wednesday morning, while J.T. was packing his overnight bag, he turned to Christian. “So what are you doing this weekend?”

“
I don’t know. I need to check my schedule. Why?”

“
I want you with me…I want you to come to Atlanta.”

Chapter
14

“
Hey, I’m going to start training soon then the season starts right after that, so have you decided what you wanted to do?”

Simone shrugged. “I don’t know. If I do something I want to do it right.”

“
I just want you to be happy and not bored once I start traveling. Okay let’s talk about this.” He stretched out on his bed. Simone was perched on the edge. “I wish Kirk was here, he’d be able to offer some financial advice.”

“
Oh, I can call him,” Simone eagerly offered. She snatched up her cellphone and dialed the number.

J.T. cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “Hang up,” he ordered quietly.

“
What? Why?”

“
Hang up,” he hissed, his body tense.

Simone clicked off her phone and turned towards her husband. “What’s wrong?”

“
How do you know his number so well. Hell, you didn’t even speed dial it, you knew it by heart. How is that?”

Simone hesitated. She couldn’t tell her husband that she and Kirk are lovers and have been getting together twice or sometimes three days a week for the last two months, or that when he traveled for business she spent the night at his house. Nor could she tell J.T. that she was falling in love with his friend.

“
Because I’ve been calling him about business opportunities, that’s why,” she lied smoothly.

J.T. studied her and Simone’s gaze didn’t waver. “And that’s all it better be,” he said gruffly. “We’ll leave him alone right now and pull him in once we decide on something.”

“
Sounds great!”

“
So, here’s what I’ve been thinking. You can open a boutique, a cupcake bakery, a little café or a museum.”

Simone frowned. “They all sound interesting, but I don’t know. I want something that I’ll be passionate about. Something that I can’t wait to get to in the morning.”

“
Do some research and let me know, but try to keep it below a million five.”

Simone gulped. “A million five? Wow! J.T. I thought you were talking about like twenty or thirty thousand and even that was a lot, but a million five? Wow!”

J.T. chuckled. “I know it’s a lot.”

“
How can you just throw that amount of money around like it’s pennies?”

J.T. arched an eyebrow. “You do know how much I’m worth don’t you?” he arrogantly asked.

She playfully punched his feet. “I know…but still, that’s a lot. Thank you.”

“
For what?”

“
For believing in me.”

“
Not a problem. Oh, are you available tomorrow afternoon?”

“
Sure what’s up?”

“
I made an appointment for us to visit a fertility specialist to talk about getting you pregnant.”

“
Oh!”

“
You sound disappointed. Don’t you want a child or two?”

“
I do,” she hurriedly, reassured him. “But wouldn’t the doctor wonder why two young and healthy people want to see a fertility specialist instead of trying on their own?”

“
First of all they won’t know that we haven’t been trying on our own and if they ask, we can always lie and tell them that we have been trying and we’re just becoming impatient and secondly, this doctor is very discreet. And there will be the usual questions about our health and stuff.”

“
Okay just asking.”

The next afternoon J.T. had left and told her that he wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. Two hours later she was in her car, en route to Kirk’s house. After two months, his placed felt more like home to her than J.T.’s mansion did. She had a second wardrobe at his place.

They were sitting in the outside entertainment area. It boasted a partial kitchen, a commercial grade grill and all season furniture. There were many water features that made the outside feel like a spa. Some days when Kirk was busy working, she liked to sit outside and listen to the water, the sound soothed her.

“
He wants to see a fertility specialist,” Simone told Kirk. J.T.’s request had shocked her, she wasn’t expecting him to ask for a baby so soon in the marriage.