Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2009 01:48:25 +0000
From: anne nana <ann_anana@hotmail.com>
Subject: You Don't Say : Chapter 4   Adult/Friends

Disclaimer:

This story contains homosexual themes. If you are offended by such
topics or not of legal age to read such stories, please do not read on.
The names of characters and their engagements are fictitious. Any
resemblances to real life are completely coincidental.

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Copyright (c) Anne 2009.  All rights reserved.



You Don't Say - 4


After the red he was seeing had subsided, Michael found that he could
unclench the fists that were held inside the pockets of his coat. When he
spoke he that found his voice came out coarser than he had intended.

"Andrew."

"Holy shit!" the guy getting some good work on his cock, was appropriately
shocked by the man in the doorway.

Michael was still waiting for Andrew to say something, or turn around at
least. He was unable to take his eyes off the guy who had had his dick in
Andrew's mouth.

"You better go." Andrew said finally.

The calm in Andrew's voice almost drove his anger back into him, but
Michael waited until the stranger gathered up his clothes and left. Both
men waited to hear the front door open and shut.

"I'm gonna take a shower" Andrew said, running his hands through his hair
and headed for the bathroom, situated to the right of his bed.

"I'll be here."

"That'll be a change." Andrew turned to look at him before closing the door
to the bathroom. "Welcome back."

Michael noted that there was no resentment, his voice was flat
emotionless. It didn't sound like the Drew.

Taking off his coat, Michael looked around at the room. The neatest part
was the desk and that had files and papers strewn everywhere. He went over
to open a window, wanting to dilute the smell of sweat and sex from the
room and the image of Andrew's lips exercising around another man's cock.

Michael turned on the stereo towards a familiar station and did what he
could to the room, working out what he was going to say to Andrew as he
did.

When Andrew stepped out of the shower he looked around his room. His
carpet, which had been lost to him for some time had returned. The room was
almost spotless and Andrew couldn't remember being more angry. Gritting his
teeth he turned his back to Michael, as he retrieved some boxer shorts.

Michael on the other hand had stopped to stare, caught amidst his struggles
with the vacuum cleaner's wire to see that Andrew's body wasn't as he'd
remembered or dreamt about. It was more defined now, but on Andrew's frame
it looked out of place. He had always been lean and now that was more
visible.

"Drew?"

"What Michael?"

"I meant it, I'm sleeping here tonight."

"Go ahead, the bed's big enough for four."  Andrew paused and looked back
at Michael before adding "Trust me."

"Let me put this stuff away and maybe we can talk." Michael found he had to
start doing something. His cheeks were burning with frustration. He knew he
had no right to be mad.

"I have an early start tomorrow."

"It's Sunday."

"I know. Goodnight." Andrew found himself shaking his head as the smell of
clean sheets entered his nostrils. `Bastard,' he thought before turning off
the light on his side of the bed.

Michael was left standing within the confines of household wiring, confused
and scared. He got himself out of it eventually and put it away. He
couldn't stop himself from taking a shower despite having taken one prior
to visiting Andrew. In bed with Andrew, Michael watched the shoulders to
his left rise and fall.

It would have been presumptuous of him to think that all it would take was
for him to reach his hand over and run it along the backbone next to
him. That the body would wake up, turn and forgive him wordlessly. In his
mind's eye Michael saw himself not having to explain why he left and Andrew
understanding.

Staring at the ceiling and pushing aside his need to clean it, Michael
thought back to the first time he was in this bed, six months ago. He
remembered tasting Andrew over and over and dozing off, only to wake up
wanting more of him. Andrew never blushed, either he could control it or it
wasn't in him. Yet, Michael could have sworn that he saw Andrew blush that
night on every inch on his body and he had been responsible.

Hindsight being beneficial, Michael knew that he shouldn't have left and
definitely not after they had first made love. He couldn't stop wondering
about the period of his departure and the time it took for other men to
occupy the space he was now in. He had no right to be mad, but still.

***

He had honestly wanted some air, which the walk had given him. Then he
decided he wanted a drive, which is how Michael found himself back at his
house. There, he thought about the heat that was still on his body after
being with Andrew. As he packed his bags and went to the airport Michael
realized he couldn't remember the name of the wine that had lingered on
Andrew's lips. It bothered him as he boarded the plane. In Paris sitting on
one of the benches outside the Musee d'Orsay, he remembered Andrew's grin
as he said "Ha! And you thought you couldn't do it."

He had meant what he had written in his text, he had meant to return
sooner. The problem was that the longer he stayed away, the harder it
became to bridge that gap he had put in place.

***

Michael returned his mind from his thoughts and reached over to Andrew,
wanting to turn him around, but his arm was stopped midair.

 "You'd better be stretching."

"Goodnight, " Michael offered weakly.

Andrew replied by burying his head further into the two pillows he slept
with.

Michael always woke up at six no matter how little sleep he had gotten. It
was odd to find that he was alone considering how much Andrew loved his
sleep, but it was understandable.

He knew that Andrew would avoid him, he expected it to be obvious and
harrowing. But it still hurt. Seeing someone you care about live their life
as if you don't exist. Andrew would leave early, come back late coupled
with the stench of beer and whatever else he had been around, where ever he
had been.

After three weeks it became too much and Michael got desperate.

***

"Michael!"

The man in question was downstairs humming to himself as he put the
finishing touches to the breakfast tray. Andrew had woken up at around the
right time and now it was up to him to make sure he fixed what he had
done. Michael couldn't help but smile. It had been awhile since he had
heard Andrew shout, or speak with any hint of passion in his voice.

"Fuck! They're digging into my skin!" there was a brief pause before Andrew
hollered Michael's name again.

"Okay, okay, hang on" Michael said, mostly to himself as he remembered the
pomegranate juice. Not to his taste but Andrew couldn't stop drinking the
stuff.  He looked down at the tray, double checking he had everything he
needed before heading upstairs.

"I have to go to work!"

"I called in and said you couldn't make it in today." Michael's voice came
out cautiously, as he tried to keep the newspapers from falling, as he
turned the corner into the bedroom.

"Look, this can wait."

"No. It can't." Michael looked up briefly to look at Andrew. He tried to
make it a quick glance, but it was hard since the man was only in his
boxers. The muscles in his upper body highlighted by the morning light, his
arms strained from being stretched out. Michael noted that Andrew had been
out in the sun, his chest hair was a little tinted so was the hair that
went from his belly button to...

Michael had to turn to hide the heat that rose in his cheeks. He went to
put the tray filled with breakfast goods on Andrew's desk and proceeded to
lay a napkin on his lap. He had never condoned eating in bed. However, this
was proving to be desperate time.

"It doesn't have to be like this..." Andrew offered.

"Yeah, it does. You don't talk to me you barely look at me. When you do
it's like I'm not there. It's getting annoying." Michael's voice revealed
more emotion than he'd intended.

Pulling the bed covers away from Andrew's legs Michael had to remind
himself to focus. The image of Andrew's long limbs against the light blue
sheets played around in his mind as he went to retrieve their breakfast.

"This is ridiculous."

"Don't act like you've never been in this situation before."

Andrew's sense of smell had been correct when he saw what was placed on the
tray before him. Bacon, the healthy kind of course, eggs, muffin, which
appeared to be bran and wholemeal pancakes. `Only Michael' Andrew
thought. It was sometimes hard to believe that someone so straight laced
was an artist. Looking at the array of food, made with Michael's
sensibilities but with his taste in mind, Andrew almost forgot his anger
was still there.

"You colour coded the breakfast."

"Your morning wood is showing." Michael couldn't help the silent cheer when
Andrew actually looked down to check. "Here try this, " he slipped in some
eggs into Andrew's mouth before getting the paper.

"Michael!"

"Which section do you want?"

"I want you dead."

"Ok, here's the sports." He reached over and gave Andrew some juice,
surprised that he drank it so easily. He continued to feed himself and
Andrew, until most of the morning meal was gone. Turning each of their
newspaper pages after an adequate amount of time had passed. "One day I'm
going to understand what the stock market is all about."

"This is no way an apology."

"You'll know I apologise." Michael retorted, casually turning a page "This
is breakfast. I know if you've noticed but you alsmot look gaunt."

"Let me go."

"No, " Michael spoke after swallowing down his cereal, his eyes returning
to the paragraph about Guantanamo Bay.

"I need the bathroom."

"Oh, of course. I almost forgot."

"I'm not doing that infront of you."

"You do remember that I looked after you when you had a fever of 102. I've
seen you do a lot worse."

Michael returned from the bathroom with the appropriate vessel. "Now just
aim and mind the spray."

"You're sick." But Andrew did as he was told. After, he understood why
Michael had washed his hands but not why he had had to follow suit. Andrew
shook his head as the anti-bacterial wipe passed over his hands ...and
other things.

"Thank you for breakfast. Now let me go."

"You're welcome and no." Michael retrieved the plates and then the tray. He
returned and removed the covers all the way and folded them at the end of
the bed. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"No. Look I really do have a busy day today."

"You're already far ahead in your work. Mrs. Nolan says you've been putting
too much pressure on yourself lately and she says you should call her."

"Mum, hates it that you don't call her by her first name."

"It just doesn't feel right."

Andrew remembered that that was what Michael had said when he'd first met
his mother.

"Michael what are you doing?" Andrew asked tiredly.

"I'm taking her advice. She said I should make you understand."

"So what, you're going to rape me?"

"It isn't rape if you're already hot for me and from what I can see, really
in the mood."

Working logically Michael started at Andrew's feet and worked his way up,
licking and biting at the strong calves in front of him. When Andrew tried
kicking him he had to hold both legs down, putting some of his weight
behind the effort.

"She said that I should be honest." Michael let his lips savour the feel of
Andrew's leg hairs tickling him.

"Ok." Even to Andrew that response sounded weak. He didn't know how one
held up in such situations; handcuffed to a bed, whilst the man of his
dreams gave him a tongue bath. Michael had taken off his t-shirt and Andrew
couldn't stop focusing on the strong back and black boxer briefs hiding
well shaped rear. Somewhere in the background, Andrew was sure Michael was
saying something.

"I was just scared. I still am." Michael, now fully on his stomach had to
push Andrew's legs wider to make room for himself. He noted that there
wasn't much resistance from Andrew. He started nibbling at the inner
thighs. Michael continued.

"I woke up and I walked out but I meant to come back. Then all I kept
thinking about was how right and good it felt to be with you. It was like
this huge weight had left me. You'd done that."

Michael paused getting his hands around Andrew's thighs and pulling his
body forward.

"What would happen if you stopped? If you gave all that to someone else or
you changed your mind. The questions just kept building and before I knew
it...well you know the rest."

"Yeah...ins...instead of talking to me you ran away." Andrew stopped
mid-sentence to make room for the moan he emitted. "You're such a pansy."

The words only caused Michael to increase his efforts. He soon found
himself rewarded as Andrew convulsed.

"That was the apology bit." Michael offered, still nuzzling at Andrew.

"I hate you."

"You couldn't even if you tried." There was no mockery in his voice which
was another surprise to Michael. He pulled his body up slowly, careful not
to rub up against any body parts that were still too sensitive.

"Giving head makes you arrogant."

"From the quickness of your draw, I have every right to be." Michael leaned
forward and stared closely at the man in front of him. He moved himself
closer to Andrew's heat, his legs straddling the upper part of his thighs.

"I would kick you." Andrew spoke softly. He couldn't help his head turning
to meet Michael's hand as it went through his hair.

"I'm sorry."

"Six fucking months."

"For you... maybe." Again there was no hint of a joke in Michael's eyes.

"I won't be held responsible for what you drive me to do."

" Drew neither of us has a good track record with relationships."

"Speak for yourself. My track record is perfect I'm friends with all my
ex-es"

"You sleep with some of them."

"Only if there's time."

"You pretty much hump anything male, human and over eighteen and you're
proud of it."

"I have lots of sex. Most of my relationships don't last long. But we were
meant to be different. I've never walked away from you. I never will. It's
always been that way where you're concerned. You just don't ever seem to
get that."

"I've never asked you for a second chance."

"Because I usually fuck up, right?" Andrew looked at Michael
challengingly. "Get off me."

"Can we be exclusive?"

"That's what you gauged from what I just said?"

"I'm taking that as a yes." Michael found himself gliding his tongue along
Andrew's neck.

"I'm not going to forgive just because you're hand is around my dick."

"Fine."

Before Andrew could comment on the cold that invaded his body when Michael
left it, he was back, lube and condom in hand.

 ***

They had only been apart from each other for long periods twice before. The
first time had been after Michael had walked in on Andrew getting a rim job
from Stephen. The second time had been after Michael had gotten married,
against Andrew's protests. Like previous times, they made had made up.

"I want to go out with you," this time it was Michael's breathing that was
trying to return to normal.

"Ok, " Andrew was running his hand down the forearm that seemed to be
encasing his body. "You don't have to hold me that tightly."

"I know."

"Some breathing room would be nice."

"Mmhhmm" Neither party attempted to loosen Michael's grip.

"You can't just sex me up each time you do something wrong."

"Are you sure you're a guy?"

The room was heavily scented with their various love-making
sessions. Michael didn't let Andrew leave the bedroom for most of the
day. When he took the cuffs off, he then proceeded to follow Andrew where
ever he went; they had talked screwed and then screwed some more. Finally
they were back in the bedroom, tired, happy and finally certain.


"Why did you sleep with Stephen?"

"You really are as dumb as you look."

Andrew reached over to turn off the light. He thought back to the one man
Michael had been serious about and would have fallen for, if he hadn't
stepped in. It had taken a lot of effort to lead Stephen astray, but it had
been worth it.