Essence of Time (22 page)

Rob paced, sat, stood at the window, paced some more and pondered his dilemma. Blake. On his way to Chicago, for a solid two weeks. He propped his hands on the balcony ledge and tried to calm his pounding heart. Reminding himself that this was, so far, nothing but a long flirtation that might end nowhere, he stomped back into the condo. He was determined to take his mind off the incredibly smart, hot, talented guy that he wanted to fuck more than he wanted to draw his next breath. Realizing he had about forty-five more minutes he laid down, jacked off yet again to visions and memories of Blake, rose, took his second shower of the day, and resumed his vigil.

By the time the doorbell rang, he had found some delayed broadcast English Premiership soccer and let the mindless joy of watching his favorite game cast a pall over his brain. He rose, opened the door and smiled at the vision standing there. “Okay, so, first, we see the Miracle Mile.” He grabbed his keys and tossed Blake’s suitcase into the living room, tugging the flabbergasted kid back into the elevator.

“What the hell?” Blake spluttered.

“Sights, remember? You wanted to see some?” Rob pretended to consult an itinerary on his phone. He knew he was in extreme avoidance mode, but also realized it was a necessary part of what was about to unfold. Yes, he wanted Blake. Wanted to touch, kiss, suck and fuck the kid to oblivion. And he would. But first, he was bound and determined to get to know him. To talk, walk, eat, drink and learn everything he could about him. He wanted to know about his childhood, his high school and college years. All of it.

“Sights.” Blake groaned and glared at him. “I must remember how literal you are. Might come in handy.”

Rob smiled and led the way out into the Chicago streets.

**** 

After seven days of what could only be deemed aggressive tourism, Blake was exhausted. He had walked more miles, learned and seen more shit than he thought possible in one large Midwestern city. They hit every single brewpub and microbrewery in the city limits, meeting and greeting owners and managers and brewers alike.  Every night they either walked along Lake Michigan or attended a Chicago Fire soccer match. Rob was no-holds-barred fanatic about the game.

The morning of his eighth day, after yet another chaste and frustrating night spent on Rob’s couch, he’d been surprised awake by the sound of a shout, and the sensation of a soccer ball hitting his chest.  Blake stood and stretched, aware that his hard-on tented his boxer shorts and satisfied to see Rob blush and avoid staring at it as he held out shorts, a tee shirt and a pair of cleats. “Seriously?” He’d truly not bargained on this deflection of the physical attraction between them.

But at the same time, Blake had enjoyed their time together, more than he would admit to himself. They had talked about everything under the sun. Blake had told Rob about his parents, their volatile relationship. His closeness to his sister, and her new found success selling houses. His time spent on the west coast as brew boy and then second brewer. His return to his hometown. Everything really, except of course for one thing. The sixty-thousand-pound gorilla named Suzanne and his relationship with her. That went thoroughly avoided. Oddly, the longer he spent with Rob the more he wanted to talk about it, but he didn’t.

“Seriously,” the amazing man had declared, shoving the kit and shoes in Blake’s face and settling into a chair to wait for him to change.

After getting utterly schooled for a couple of hours by Rob, but using the excuse of sports contact to feel, touch and experience the guy's exquisite body near his, Blake thought he might explode. At one point they’d nearly come to blows over a fifty-fifty ball and Rob had stepped away, chest heaving with exertion. “Are you sure you’ve never done this?”

Blake shrugged. “I played baseball and ran track. I’m competitive. I don’t like to lose.”

Rob grinned and used the opportunity to nutmeg him by kicking the ball between his feet and make for the goal, leaving Blake groaning and flatfooted. Later, as they sucked back bottles of water and ate fruit and cheese in the park, Blake had lain back on the picnic blanket, arms behind his head, feeling so happy he thought his heart would burst, but for that pain deep in his gut. The one reminding him that he needed more than a nightly jack off. He turned and looked at the handsome man lying beside him. He placed a hand over on his chest, just to feel him. It was not meant as a move, or a pass or anything, and when Rob took his hand and put it to his lips, Blake felt complete.

The night before Blake was to leave for his new job, Rob had to work later than planned, dealing with some random bullshit crisis in the kitchen. It set him on edge and by the time Blake showed up for his planned “field trip” to a club, he was in no mood for any of it. But he smiled, let the guy in and did his usual smothering of the need to just grab him and fuck him and get it over with.

It was crystal clear to Rob that Blake was something special and that was the reason he waited. Why he had dragged the poor kid all over hell's half acre, showing him sights, making him talk about himself and his family, got his opinion on everything from the national debt to universal health care to the potential third bridge from Detroit to Canada. It only made his desire worse. The more he knew, the more he wanted and was willing to overlook Blake’s tendency to overreact, to be a drama king, and to be slightly overbearing when talking about his sister.

That night they were to eat dinner at Rob’s restaurant for the first time and then hit The Edge, a hot new nightclub Rob had been to once, and knew Blake would love. They sat at dinner and made small talk, but Rob’s mind kept spinning, not letting him enjoy the time with Blake as he usually did.

“Hey,” Blake reached out and touched his hand at one point, making him jump and glare. The other man had removed his hand, his face puzzled. Rob shook himself. “What’s up?” Blake asked, then sipped his beer.

Rob tried to calm his jangling nerves. “Sorry. Bad day at the office.” He gestured around them.

 Blake smiled. “Then why in the hell did we come back here?” He finished his steak and sat back. Rob loved the guy’s enthusiasm when it came to food. It made them a nearly perfect match.

“Because, I planned it this way.” Rob knew how ridiculously OCD this sounded.

“Ah, well, okay then.” Blake stared at him, but let it go.

They walked into the club and Rob knew in an instant it was a bad idea. A couple of girls eyeballed the two of them, a couple more walked right up and started talking to Blake. The kid responded, started flirting like a pro. Rob felt his hackles rise. He tugged Blake over to a table. “Bring your friends,” he ground out. “The more the merrier.” Blake shot him a strange look but he ignored it in favor of ordering drinks.

After an hour of watching Blake pull out all the stops with everything with a two legs and a pussy, Rob’s nerves were shredded. He looked up to realize that a very hot woman was perched on his lap, laughing at something Blake had said. He could look right down her shirt, see the dark tips of her nipples, felt the warmth of her sex on his leg. His body stirred, responded to it. He relaxed and let it happen, raising his glass to the handsome man across the table, equally occupied with an equally hot chick on his lap, but with eyes only for Rob.

Blake danced, groped, even kissed a few of the women who’d been hanging off him for the last several hours. But after a bit of breast grabbing and tongue wrestling with a few of the hotter ones, he was done. This whole thing was pissing him off so much he felt like he could leap out of his skin. Or he could just leave. He glanced over to the table. Rob had some super model draped over his lap, his hand was on her bare thigh, her head tilted back as he whispered something in her ear. Blake’s entire body clenched as he kept dancing and watched as that hand moved, crept up. The flashing lights of the club gave him pulse beats to watch as Rob’s hand disappeared under her short skirt.

The music pounded, deafening him but he kept watching as the girl shifted on his lap and her face got a fairly distinctive look to it as Rob’s forearm flexed and his eyes took on a hooded, even sexier look as he kept whispering in her ear. Blake groaned to himself, and admitted that if he didn’t do something with the hard on he’d sustained for the last ten days tonight, something significant, he would go insane. The girl dancing with him put a hand on his zipper. “I know someplace we can go.” He nodded at her words and yanked her off the dance floor, propelled by raw jealousy and blinding lust. He followed her to a back hallway, shoved her up against the wall and pressed his lips to hers. His body was in full overdrive but not for this girl. He wanted something else entirely. But when she started to go down on her knees, he was not about to complain.

“Hey,” The sound of Rob’s voice made him open his eyes. The man stood, hands on the wall, lips near his ear. “Let’s get the hell out of here, what do you say?”

Blake nodded and without a word to the accommodating female, he let Rob take his hand and pull him away and out into the city sidewalk.

They barely made it the six blocks to Rob’s condo, stopping along the way to duck into dark alleys to kiss and grope. Rob’s body screamed for Blake’s touch and his lust addled brain had nearly made him cause an embarrassing scene in the club when he caught the young man on the verge of receiving a blowjob in the back hallway.

“Shit,” Blake muttered into his skin. “I thought you weren’t ready. Aren’t there more sights to see? A few more coffee shops we can explore? One more museum to tour?”

“Shut the hell up.” Rob growled into his lips, gripping him with an energy born of desperation. “Just kiss me and shut up.”

Blake had smiled, nearly destroying Rob’s careful, ten-year construct of aloof. His “life by the throat” mentality had him now by the balls and he was ready to yell “uncle” if it meant Blake would be with him forever. They kissed, groaned, fondled and made their way to Rob’s place, laughing as they emerged from the elevator and stumbled into the small foyer.

Blake pushed him against the wall, unzipped his jeans and fisted his cock making him blink and gasp with the sensation. Before he knew it Blake was on his knees, and his cock was his throat. “Uh,” He grunted as Blake ran a finger under his balls with firm strokes. “Yeah,” Rob sighed, gripping Blake’s hair hard as he his finger found its target, rubbed around the outside of it as he sucked, making Rob’s vision dim.

“Wait,” he insisted, pulling Blake to his feet. The other man wiped his mouth, then gripped Rob and pulled him close.

“No. I’m not waiting and I’m not going on any more bullshit sightseeing trips either. This,” he gripped Rob’s cock. “Is what I came here for. But I have loved getting this as well.” He smiled, and brushed his lips over Rob’s once, then again.

“Good, because I was getting a little tired of playing tour guide,” he took Blake’s hand and led him to the bedroom.

Blake tugged his shirt off and his jeans down, the wide river of lust that coursed through him now of flood proportion. Rob had shed his clothes and shifted back on the bed, propped his legs up giving Blake full access. The smell of their mingled passion swirled around them. Blake lapped at the other man’s cock again, tasted soap, the heat of his flesh, the first hint of salty fluid. Groaning as his own body kept hardening, twitching, needing contact, he kept up his pressure and suction, loving the sounds of Rob’s pleasure, the way he shoved his hips up, giving all of himself to Blake’s ministrations. God he had missed this. The hard heat and spice of a man. And what a man, this blond, rescuer god. Blake grabbed a conveniently placed bottle of lube at the beside, moaned around Rob’s flesh, pushed his now slick finger in deep and drank down everything Rob gave him as he stroked his gland, making his hips pump hard and his voice loud, hoarse and pleased.

Releasing Rob’s delicious shaft with a last tug, Blake stood, wandered into the bathroom to wash his hands then returned, observing the near picture-perfection of the man lying on the bed, his chest still heaving. “You are delicious.” He stretched out beside him, fisting his own cock.

Rob rolled up on his elbow, yanking Blake’s face to his for a kiss that made the room fade with its intensity. The rough rasp of the man’s beard, the hard planes of his body, the feel of his hand around Blake’s shaft made him dizzy.

“Fuck me with this, please?” Rob whispered, nipping at Blake’s lower lip, and then reached over to the drawer for a condom, “I need it in me, baby. You game?”

“I was game ten fucking days ago,” Blake muttered, as he rolled the condom over himself and applied the slick lubrication along his length.  “Right now, I’d call me overripe. Roll over.”

“No, like this.” Rob propped his leg up again, exposing that delectable ass. Blake licked his lips. “I want to kiss you while you’re fucking me.”

“Works for me,” Blake crawled up between Rob’s legs, rubbed lube around and inside Rob’s waiting body. “Anything to get inside you.” Then eased himself in, a centimeter at a time, past the tight ring of muscle, watching, fascinated as their bodies connected. He was deep inside when Rob reached up and pulled him down to his face, slanted his lips over Blake’s and swept into his mouth with a strong tongue, using it to fuck Blake’s mouth as he thrust deeper inside Rob’s body. The tight grip of his ass was perfect, Blake groaned against Rob’s lips as a monster orgasm hovered around his vision. His spine tingled, he propped himself up on his arms and looked down, loving the sight of Rob’s cock back to life and twitching, leaking cum down the sides. “Shit,” he mumbled at the sight. “I’m gonna come. Ah yes!” he thrust deep and let himself have it. Let the orgasm blind him as Rob gripped his hips and tilted his body so Blake could go deeper.

“Oh, unh,” Rob grunted, and his cock jerked and released, covering his and Blake’s torsos as Blake’s body shook, spasmed and seemed to keep coming forever. He fell onto Rob’s body, felt the man’s lips on his hair as their bodies cooled and breathing calmed.