Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2017 07:44:09 -0800
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck me, I love you chapter 15

Chapter 15: The Gingham Dog and the Calico Cat

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adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
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Author's Note: We are on the final two chapters of this story! Writing this
story has been so huge for me. For years I've read stories that I've loved
and stories I've hated. I've wondered if I could have the creativity of
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-Gingham Shade
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Anderson was in a state of complete shock. Eric was sitting there, cool as
a cucumber, scrolling through the sex scene photo shoot he had shot with
Bradley.

"I hope you don't mind. I was just trying to use his computer and it was on
the screen," said Eric. He felt awkward at being caught, but didn't intend
to show it to Anderson.

"No....um...."

"Shibari huh? You know I was the one who got Bradley into that. We did some
kinky stuff back then."

Anderson felt blood rushing to his face.

"Well... we haven't..."

"That's cool. You know the great thing about Bradley is how competitive he
is. When we fucked, both of us were constantly edging the other to go
harder. He's a total machine."

He had clicked through and landed on one of Anderson's awkward poses.

"Awww how cute. I wonder if he still has any of mine on here."

Anderson didn't like the way Eric had said the word "cute". He felt a
sinking feeling in his stomach as Eric looked through some folders and
found one labeled "Eric". There were literally thousands of photos,
everything from cheesy theatre pics to hot orgies. There was even some with
Eric in the same knotted swing Anderson had been in. They once had a
picture perfect life.

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Bradley was sizzling up some steaks when Anderson walked in.

"Hey baby..."

Bradley stopped in tracks when he saw Anderson's face. He was shaking as he
entered the room. Anderson tried to grasp at the anxiety he felt inside;
tried to search for the words for how frustrated he felt. Suddenly it all
poured out in pure unadulterated anger.

"I can't do it, Bradley."

Bradley was completely aghast as to what was going on.

"I'm not Eric and I can't replace him. If you want to create some sort of
happy photoshopped life, he's right upstairs happy to recreate it with
you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were the one who told me you were tired of performing!" Anderson began
to shout.

"You told me you didn't want any pretense! But you bring me over here so
that you can fuck me louder than Eric and his trick! I'm not a fucking
toy!"

"Wait- I asked you here so I wouldn't-!"

"No. You fucking brought me here because you had an empty hole where Eric
left, and he came in guns blazing and you needed to prove something to
yourself. And you used me to do it!"

"Baby I don't know what you're mad about!"

"I'm not your fucking toy, Bradley! I'm not just some stupid bottom slut
you can bring in because your ex is having a good time. I'm not him! I'll
never be!"

Bradley started to get angry too.

"I didn't ask you to be! I have no fucking clue what you're talking about!"

Anderson was so flustered he started to get teary again.

"I'm not Eric, Bradley. Why can't that be enough for you?"

Bradley was fuming but he tried to get through to his lover.

"I don't want you to be Eric! Why do you keep bringing up Eric!"

But Anderson was too angry to listen. Bradley was angry too. Against his
better judgment he had held out for Anderson, and now the kid was going
bananas over Eric.

"You know what?! Fuck this. I told you if chaos entered my life it was
because I let it in."

He stormed over to the dryer and pulled open the door. Grabbing Anderson's
pants and shirt, he threw it at him.

"I'm not here to deal with your fucking insecurities Anderson. You can take
your bullshit somewhere else cuz we're done!"

Anderson stood still, his anger abating just enough to realize what he'd
done. He wanted to apologize but it was too late.

"Wait-"

Bradley wouldn't hear any of it. He felt attacked for no reason and he
wasn't going to take it.

"I said get out of my house."

Anderson stood still and took stock. He had made a grievous error, and was
now paying the consequence for not thinking through his anger. He wanted to
run into Bradley's arms: to hear Bradley tell him it was ok, that he loved
him and always would. But Bradley was angry and closed off. There would be
no tender words shared tonight. And so he took off the towel wrapped around
his waist, and threaded his legs through the pants. The pants hung loose
around his waist, the broken button a symbol of what had happened between
them tonight. Pulling on his shirt, he walked out the door and went home.

Bradley was shaking in anger too. He felt betrayed and hurt. Most of all he
was frightened. He couldn't understand what he did to deserve Anderson
lashing out. It reminded him of those last days with Eric, when nothing he
did was right and no matter how hard they tried, they could only hurt each
other.

Eric had come out of the computer room when the fight had finished. He
stood still at the top of the stairway, feeling incredibly guilty about
what had happened. He knew he was partially at fault, even if he hadn't
meant any harm.

"Hey Bradley..."

"Not now, Eric."

Eric wanted to explain. He wanted to apologize for looking at Anderson's
photos. He had been carefully watching Anderson as he showed him his own
photos, seeing his reactions and secretly relishing the distress he was
creating. What had been meant as a shady act had exploded into real pain,
and he knew he was a part of it.

"It was me. I was going to use your computer and I happened upon Anderson's
pics. I didn't mean for it all to freak him out.."

Bradley was too tired to hear any more explanations tonight.

"Eric. I think its best if you start looking for your own place as soon as
possible. You can stay here until you do, but I think it's best for both of
us if we move on with our lives."

Eric was deflated by the decision but he accepted it. He felt horrible
about what happened.

"Alright, I'll start looking tomorrow."

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Eric found a place quickly and moved out within a few days. He knew better
than to bring the subject up again when Bradley was angry. Beyond the
mishap, Eric and Bradley quickly settled into their new friendship. Despite
having spent 5 years apart, they still enjoyed each other's company:
working out, watching movies, hanging out. Now they could enjoy each other
without the pressure of a relationship.

Eric was a born salesman, with skills that he had learned from
Bradley. Having moved to Houston, he quickly built himself as an aspiring
new agent. It didn't hurt that everybody in Bradley's club was suddenly
looking at houses. On the closing of his first deal, he took Bradley out to
dinner, to thank him for his help.

"Cheers!" Eric said, raising a glass of water to Bradley's champagne.

Bradley was elated for Eric's success. From having seen him at the bottom
of his addiction, he was proud to see him stand up on his own two
feet. Eric took them out to a Brazilian steakhouse where they could feast,
and feast they did. They talked over their relationship as mature adults.

"You know, Eric. It's just so strange to realize that when I met you, you
were a boy, and now you're a full grown man."

Eric smiled his dazzling smile. He had grown up since they parted. He'd
discovered himself, learned what he was good at, and pursued his passions.

"Did you ever imagine on that awful trip to rehab that we'd be able to sit
together, laugh and talk to each other again?"

"No." Bradley's eyes shined with emotion. "I hoped you would come back,
that I would get my boyfriend back, but I was always afraid I'd lost you
forever."

He cleared his throat, realizing now how far they'd both come.

"But you're even better now than when we met. You've matured. You know what
you want now and you go out and get it. When I met you, you were so caught
up in being pretty you didn't know who you were. If you came back the way
you were when we first met, there'd be no way we could relate to each other
the way we do now."

They laughed and ate, reminiscing on old escapades.

At the end of dinner they headed over to Eric's new place. Eric had held
out from showing Bradley his new home until he had closed his first deal.

"I don't want you to see it if I can't afford to keep it," He'd said.

They rolled up to a beautiful condo located in the Montrose neighborhood of
Houston. Bradley was a little tipsy, and he walked with Eric up to see the
gorgeous complex.

"Ta-dah!" Eric said, as he swung the door open.

It was a beautifully decorated condo, with dark wood panels and leather
furnishings. Bradley was in awe of what Eric had done for himself. They
walked through the kitchen, living room and study. Towards the back Eric
showed him his bedroom, complete with queen-sized bed and a spacious double
shower.

"I wanted something like the shower you have back home, so I asked them to
put it in. It's like yours...only better," Eric said with a wink.

Bradley walked up and saw their reflection in the mirror. The two of them
stood side by side, looking at each other in the soft white glow. Turning
to Eric, he wrapped his arm around the stud pulled him in close.

"You still surprise me," he hugged Eric, feeling the material of their
shirts rub in friction, barely separating the two hard bodies.

Pulling back, they looked at each other and smiled, Eric with the adorable
puppy eyes that he always had, and Bradley with a faint, wolfish
smile. Leaning in, they kissed, passion reigniting between the two men, as
they felt each other's body in the cool evening night.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Eric said, still a little guilty about
Anderson, but hungry for Bradley's love.

"It's ok..." Bradley said, leaning forward and gently teasing Eric's mouth
with his tongue.

Eric's mouth yielded open, and he felt Bradley's tongue snaked inside, his
own tongue exchanging places with the soft muscle. He hungered to feel
Bradley's hairy chest, the strong muscular arms. He remembered why he had
come back to Houston after all this time, what pulled him back.

Eric's hands roamed down the flat cotton panel and began unbuttoning the
shirt Bradley was wearing. As soon as he opened a space large enough for
his hands, he felt his fingers snake under the short to feel the thick
sinews of Bradley's chest. Bradley had begun to pull out the back of his
shirt, sneaking a hand down the back of his pants to feel his thick and
juicy hole.

Feeling the fingers rub the perineum of his ass, Eric's body arched a
little bit, flexing his ass out so that it pushed against the finger that
teased it. Bradley pulled his finger out and licked it, letting Eric taste
his own ass before returning to press the finger into his hole. Eric could
feel his whole body melt a bit against the friendly intruder, and his feet
lifted a bit as he stretched himself out before Bradley's thick fingers.

They separated for a bit, Eric unbuckling Bradley's belt before lowering
his own pants. They stripped their underwear off and walked towards the
bed. Eric pushed Bradley onto the bed before sliding the throbbing cock
down his throat. In a single gulp he was down to the hilt, without so much
as a gag. Bradley's face rolled back as he felt Eric's able throat pulse
around the thick shaft. The boy came up for air, slurping up the excess
saliva which covered Bradley's huge horn. Lowering his face he began to
slurp and nibble on the thick balls.

"Oh Daddy, I've been dying to taste your load again."

Bradley's eyes were closed as he enjoyed the warm ministrations of Eric's
mouth. He could feel precum leaking out of his head like a faucet. Eric's
tongue flicked at the dribbling head, eagerly tasting the precious flow.

Eric climbed up the Bradley's rock-like abs and sucked on each of his
nipples, glad to hear Bradley still moan from the old faithful erogenous
zone. Stretching his neck, tenderly kissed Bradley's lips and jubilated in
his master's moans.

Bradley wrapped his arms around Eric and slowly rolled them over so that he
was on top. Kissing Eric, he felt his hands roam up and down the latino
stud's yoked body. Softening his touch, he felt the little bumps of Eric's
serratus which caused the stud to gasp beneath him. He crouched back and
lifted Eric's ass up, careful to maintain eye contact as he pushed his face
into the delicate crevice. Sticking his tongue out slowly, he began the
familiar process of opening up his hole.

Eric yelped the moment Bradley's tongue made contact, his legs wrapping
around Bradley's shoulders and flexing to push his ass higher. Bradley knew
every single one of his hot spots, and unceremoniously struck them all in
concentric motions, reducing his bitch to a pile of moans.

Eric had extended his arms by now around Bradley's head, pulling him deeper
into his ass as he clawed and cussed at the magical tongue, grinding his
body up against Bradley's face.

Bradley found rimming Eric to be like riding a bicycle. Despite the many
years apart, he still knew every inch of the ass he conquered. Watching the
boy flail in the sheets, he gently let the ass back down to the mattress as
he pulled at his cock to prepare for their fuck.

Eric expected Bradley to dive right into penetrating his ass. He looked up
confused when, after a few minutes of waiting, he still felt nothing
inside.

Bradley sat between his legs, jerking his flaccid cock, with a frustrated
and anxious look on his face. He was used to being a fuck machine, one that
could decimate any ass. For the first time in his life, he could not
maintain an erection to penetrate the desperate bottom in front of
him. Everything had been going smoothly until he started watching Eric's
eyes, and suddenly his cock sank to its soft and dormant state.

"It's Anderson isn't it." Eric said, disappointed but embarrassed for his
top.

"I don't know." Bradley said, desperate to stiffen his pride and manhood.

Eric got up and placed his hands on Bradley's chest. Rubbing the chest and
stomach from top to bottom, he could see the cock vainly try to regain its
former glory.

"Damn," Eric said. He wasn't quite sure what to do about the situation
himself. This was a Bradley he didn't recognize either. "I don't believe
it."

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Bradley lay next to Eric, both of them naked and dissatisfied.

"It's ok....it happens to everybody. Maybe you're just getting ol-"

"Shut up!" Bradley slapped Eric's arm.

Eric rolled onto his side to look at Bradley's beautiful body. In the soft
light of his bedroom, Bradley's chiseled architecture laid beautifully
against the freshly tousled sheets. With one hand he let his finger trace
the right pec, circling the nipple before outlining the bottom of the
pectoral major. With the soft glaze of his fingers, he iced his way down
the serratus anterior through Bradley's infamously sexy V. Despite each
body part drawing itself to the Eric's attentive finger, Bradley's cock
stayed flaccid.

"What did he do to you?"

"I have no idea."

Eric flopped onto his back in exasperation.

"Jesus, Bradley. Can't you see this boy's accomplished what I always
dreamed I could?"

Now it was Bradley's turn to look at Eric.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you think I pushed you with all that kink? I mean it was hot and
all, but I always felt like I needed to make my mark. You were such a
fucking top dog when I met you that I was always afraid some cuter tighter
bottom would pull you away."

Eric closed his eyes thinking about how anxious he felt inside every time
some hot young thing showed up.

"I was always afraid I was never enough for you."

Bradley shifted himself into a seated position. He rested his head in his
hands. The conversation was making his head hurt, and it certainly did
nothing for his cock.

"What are you talking about, Eric? I loved you. Part of me died when you
went away."

"Yes. But there was a part of you I never felt like I had. And I was afraid
if I didn't take it, that you would eventually leave me."

They sat together in a moment of brutal honesty. How love between them had
never conquered fear. How their love had only needled them: creating more
fear, more anxiety. How loving someone could make you choose to be unhappy.

Eric sat up too, moving his warm hands to rest on Bradley's shoulder. They
had never been closer than this moment, and probably never will be again.

"You should go to him."

Bradley's voice quaked with emotion as he faced his own monumental fear.

"But I pushed him away. He was scared and I told him to get out."

Bradley struggled with his own pride, his own need to feel right. Anderson
had needlessly attacked him over his own insecurities. How could he retain
his dignity if he went to Anderson now?

"Sometimes being right doesn't mean you don't bend."

Bradley started to laugh. A loud open guffaw that released his fear and
pride in one gesture.

"If I go to him, he's the only one who's gonna bend."

Eric fell back on his bed.

"I can't believe after all this time, I came back to Houston to not get
laid."

"Oh I'm sure you've gotten plenty laid in Houston."  He looked at Eric and
smiled.

"I think I'm going to head home. I have a big day in front of me
tomorrow. I love you, Eric. Thank you."

They hugged each other and called it a night.

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To be continued...