Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 04:10:44 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: The Virgin Joseph part 28

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PART 28


They're all tired. Justin and Norah moved in the day before and that day,
on Saturday, they finished their unpacking. Tom was the only one who still
had the energy to jump around and do the little thing like putting all the
plates in the cabinet or setting up the TV; and he was the one who carried
and moved all the big and heavy furniture. Tom was the fittest of them
after all. Now he was back to the living room with three bottles of beer
and a glass of water.

"Thank you," the rest said. It was most appreciated.

"Where's Diaz?" Joe asked his brother.

"He'll be here on Monday. He still have things to do at the old shop before
leaving."

"Who's Diaz?" Tom asked.

"He's someone Justin tried to set up with Joe once," Norah said. "The thing
is, Justin seemed to forget that you have to set up two guys with similar
interests, not personalities."

"I'm sorry, okay," Justin whined.

Norah laughed at his fiancé's expense. Justin was the worst at
matchmaking. "He's also the chef."

"He prefers the term 'cook.' He's rather modest about his skills."

"Much like Joe," Norah added. "He's also grumpy, like Joe. He's sarcastic,
like Joe. He's reserved until you crack the shell open, like Joe. And
Justin treats him like a little brother, even though he's his age."

"And we didn't have anything else in common. I can't talk about gadget
stuff or design stuff with him, and he can't talk about food or politics
with me. It was a disaster," Joe said at his turn to rain Justin with
evidences of his mistake. "Plus he was older and more mature while I was
just a kid."

"I said I'm sorry," Justin laughed.

They talked about Diaz for a while after. How they wished it didn't happen
and how Joe never really gotten that close to Diaz at all. Justin had the
best intention, he saw the two was single and that they have similar ways
of thinking. He thought it would be nice if his favourite brother would end
up with his right-hand man. That was just a thought... thankfully.

"From the looks of it, I don't think we can come to Amy's show," Joe said
to Tom who were opening another bottle of beer.

"We still have three hours until the show. It's enough to take a rest," Tom
said.

"It's not going to cut it. I need to die for three hours to recover from
all this," Joe said. Justin smacked him on the head for that. From the
looks of it, Justin didn't like his brother joking about anything related
to Joe leaving again.

"You can't die. We have to get you home and cleaned up for tonight," Tom
said chuckling.

Joe stretched his arm towards Tom, and in a damsel in distress voice he
said, "Carry me, my prince!"  Which brought another wave of laughter.

"What? You want to leave now? I just opened this." Tom pointed at his beer.

"Just chug it down, I'll drive," Joe said. "You can't drive anyway, you've
been drinking nothing but beer all day."

"Leaving so soon?" Justin asked. He massaged Joe's shoulder like he used to
back in Birmingham. It confirmed the notion that Justin didn't want his
brother to leave. It had been a year after all; all he wanted was to have
his favourite brother around.

"Yeah, I need a shower. Or a bath. Preferably a bath."

"You can do it here."

"I don't like getting naked in a foreign place and I don't have any change
of clothes," Joe explained, short and curt. It sounded unfriendly, but the
three in the room knew that Joe was only being himself; being clear and
concise.

"Stay here, then, for a while. Make this your home."

"And how long do you think I would last?" Joe than glanced at Norah, too,
indicating something; something that only the three of them knows.

"Don't look at me," Norah protested. "He's the loud one."

"You both are," Joe refuted.

"Oh my god. I don't know how you guys can talk so freely about sex like
this." Tom groaned on the side line, being made completely uncomfortable by
the topic at hand. "And I thought you were a prude."

"Who's talking about sex?" Joe asked. "They snore, like a couple of ogres."

Tom's face reddened immediately. He misinterpret the whole thing. "Oh my
god. I'm sorry."

"I'm just messing with you. I was talking about sex," Joe added. Everyone
laughed.

"Joey!" Tom whined.

"I'm sorry." That apology didn't seem too sincere when coupled with a
hearty cackle. "It was too easy."

"You're gonna pay for this." A smile crept into Tom's face, he could not
help but to get amused as well.

"To be fair, they snore too. Right guys?"

"We do," the couple said simultaneously. There's no use in denying that.

"Anyway, we have to go now. One of us will send you the map later," Joe
said.

Joe stood up, Norah and Justin too. Hugs everywhere. "Thanks for the help,
guys. We're gonna need your hands again next week," Justin said.

"I can't believe you're opening a new shop. Here. Next week." Joe smiled,
proud of his brother's achievement and happy that he was to stay.

"We got lucky."

Luck was indeed the factor. It's near impossible to find an apartment and a
shop, ones that had no utility problem, in the middle of Chicago, in just
two months, and at decent prices. It fits very well with Justin's emergency
timeline if not late by only a week or two. Since Norah had to start
working sooner, she had moved earlier where she stayed at a hotel for a
couple of weeks. Justin tagged along to check out the listings he found
online. Now they were moved in.

The gay couple said their goodbyes to the straight couple where they shares
a lot more hugs and good wishes. Hugging people wasn't strange to Tom at
all, he was a hug monster. Seeing Joe being so much more affectionate than
before was another thing. It shouldn't feel weird, Joe hugged Tom all the
time so seeing Joe hug his family should look normal. Still, it's Joe,
hugging people liberally.

Tom smiled. He was staring at the man who stood next to him in the confined
space of the elevator.  It was heartening to see how far Joe came. Joe is
happy now. Tom took Joe's hand in his and brought it to his lips. He kissed
it with all the tenderness his loving heart could muster.

"Taking things slow, are we?" Joe smirked.

"We have sex almost every day. Kissing your hand is the least of our
concern."

"Do you think we should still taking it slow? It's been a month, and as you
said, it hasn't been all that slow anyway."

"In that case, I don't think we can go faster than this," Tom said, raising
his eyebrows at his lover.

"No, we can't." Joe smiled. "I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too, Joey."

And the elevator door opened.

Joe was the faster walker and he pulled Tom with him on their still linked
hands. It's a nice view from back there. The shorter man had his hair
untamed, never mind the hair cut he just gotten the week before. His
shoulder blades made a protrusion on the striped grey and blue long-sleeved
t-shirt, those that Tom enjoyed kissing when he tops Joe. Which reminded
Tom to glance down, at the plump ass hidden behind a pair of rather loose
fitting jeans. Tom cursed at how easily he gets turned on. It was not the
easiest thing to hide his excitement.

Beside him Joe was still adjusting everything; seat position, steering
wheel height, and mirror angle.  Even the folds and creases on Joe's
handsome concentrating face were things that aroused Tom.  That's not
all. Every smile every frown, every eye roll every grimace; everything
turns him on. Tom wasn't too worried now, he could enjoy the view of Joe's
sinewy forearm or how his shirt clings on his shapely although rather small
chest, and not be afraid anyone would see his monstrous erection snaking
along one leg.

"If you were driving and it was legal, I'd blow you right now," Joe said,
surprising Tom.

"You noticed." Tom grinned.

"It's hard to miss," Joe said. "It's hard."

They both laughed.

Joe reached across the centre console to Tom's crotch. There was no doubt
that Tom had reached maximum hardness. Feeling a hand fondling his member,
Tom couldn't help but moan as his dick gushed natural lubricant. "Do we
have time before the show?" Joe asked.

"Plenty, I hope."

Joe smiled and it was yet another stimulation to Tom. He had to remove
Joe's hand from his crotch himself. He followed it up by grabbing Joe's
crotch. The man yelped, an effect Tom expected. The man's dick was rock
hard too, which is good. Very good.

"You know, Tommy, this is nice and all but I don't think I can concentrate
driving when you do this."

"You had no problem driving with your hand on my dick," Tom
replied. "Besides, you started it."

They both laughed in a sexually charged way. Thankfully, they also stopped
doing what they were doing to each other. Who knew they had clear enough
minds to delay whatever the fuck they did and save it for a better time and
place. But when and where?

Tom dreaded the fact that Alice, Nick, and Amy were in the apartment,
rehearsing for the show.  Amy was asked to fill in the Saturday night spot
because the original singer was signed. Tom hoped that Amy will someday get
the same luck and hit it big time. She deserved it; she earned it. She
sacrificed a lot of things and she worked hard for her big break. She
learned to read and write music, she learned guitar, she even learned audio
editing and mastering. She also have that coveted golden voice, if that
mattered at all.

Speaking of which, Tom got a text saying that the three was going to leave
earlier to the pub and they were going to need the car. Perfect! Now, if
only there was a way to tame their cocks.

"I haven't talked much with Sam lately," Joe said. There it was. There was
the boner killer.

"Yeah?"

"Don't you have something to say about it?"

"You're baiting me. What are you up to?" Tom countered.

Joe sighed, he needs to let it out himself. He had no will power to pull
the confession out of Tom. "I was wondering why he slept with me when he
knew that you still want to get back together with me. I didn't think he
was the kind of guy who would cock block you, or anyone, for that
matter. So I talked to him, after you and I got back together. I asked
him."

Oh no, Tom thought, Joe knew. "What did he say?"

"What do you think he said?" Joe asked back.

"I asked him to, because I thought..."

"You thought I was happier with him," Joe interrupted.

"Yeah."

"And now he's not talking to me."

"Sorry about that," Tom said lowly. Then silence lingered.

"Actually, no, don't be sorry," Joe said, breaking the calm. "I just can't
believe I couldn't see it. I mean we can say it's normal for me to not see
it. But Amy warned me and I refused to see it; now that's stupid! I can see
it clearly now that he still had feeling for me when I did all that
shenanigan. I lead him on... again. I feel like shit now. And I was about
to blame you on that when you genuinely think that I should be with him.

"Come to think about it, you always wanted me to scrap my 'schedule.' Oh
god, you wanted to peter out, didn't you? You definitely wanted me to spend
less time with you and more with Sam. Am I right?"

"Well... Yeah." Tom was honestly stunned. Joe managed to connect the dots
and he got it all right. It was not the fact that Joe managed to figure it
all out, it was the fact that Tom's motive was figured.  He didn't think it
through. He didn't consider the chance that Joe want to get back together
with him at all when he set the plot to pair Joe and Sam. He knew that Sam
still liked Joe, and that was the reason he pushed the two to be
together. Not once he thought the way things ended up as a possible
outcome.

"He never fell out of love and I never let him go." Joe sighed a long sigh.

"Don't you ever feel something towards him?" Tom asked.

"I don't know, Tom." Joe said weakly. "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. I
have never felt an outright crush like I had with you long ago. My
relationship with him was easy and comfortable, like the one we had once I
got over my crush on you. That's why it was easy for me to say yes to you,
because I've felt different things in different level about you. It felt
natural and good and it made me happy, however complicated the feeling
itself is. With him, I could never be sure."

"How about when you slept with him? Didn't it feel good?"

"In terms of orgasm? Yes, he's good at what he does. The rest, I never
really given much thought about it." Joe said before he left the space
silenced itself again. Now that it was out of the bag, he recollected
everything from every corner of his brain. He drove on for a mile before he
opened his mouth again. "It felt normal. It felt like what it exactly
was. It felt like two best friends who happen to have sex with each
other. It felt right and good. To be fair sleeping with you also felt
normal, that is until you told me that you still loved me. If you didn't
trigger it, it wouldn't have resurfaced. I buried it deep, I guess."

"I see," Tom replied. "How about when you found out that you... took
his... virginity... in a way."

"I was upset," Joe admitted. "He should've given it away to someone
special, not me. And he should've told me before, so I wouldn't have to do
that to him. He said he did it because he trusted me as a friend. He always
told me that everything that we did was okay because we were friends. It
was right, but he also knew I would panic if he told me there was something
more.

"Oh god. I was warned but I didn't listen," Joe continued. They arrived
home, right where the car parked before they departed Tom's apartment. Joe
turned off the engine and slumped into his seat.  "He was vulnerable and
opening up and I almost literally spat on his face."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it." Tom said. Joe always had the
tendency to do so. On another note, it had been a spectacular boner
killer. Tom didn't expect to see Joe, whom Tom was proud of not half an
hour ago when he was up in the air in happiness, went down to the gutter
after the subject of their talks kicked him in the ass.

"How am I going to apologise to Sam this time?" Joe thought out loud.

Tom took Joe's hand and kissed it, like he did in the elevator of Justin
and Norah's condo. Joe glanced and Tom gave him a warm smile. It was
infectious. "It will be okay. Sam's a great guy, and he's your best
friend. He'll understand."

"I hope."

"It will be okay," Tom repeated as he repeated the hand kissing.

Of course it wouldn't convince Joe, being a worrier that he was. Tom could
only hope that Joe wouldn't be too hard on himself. Tom determined that he
would watch over Joe on that. It had been his task since the first moment
he met Joe. Not that he minded; Tom was actually revel in that self-
assigned responsibility. He loves taking care of people, especially
Joe. His Joe.

"I love you," Joe said when they were about to reach Tom's door. It came
out of nowhere and it surprised Tom.

"I love you too," Tom replied easily and gave Joe a smile.

"I mean it," Joe said again. "I don't want you to think that all the
confusing feeling about Sam affect how I feel about you. I love you."

What an appropriate timing Joe had, right before they entered a room full
of people who expected their immediate return. If it weren't heart-warming
to hear, Tom would've shrugged it off. "And I love you too," Tom repeated.

Joe smiled. Joe was in a better condition now and Tom could worry less. He
pulled his key and moved to the door. Joe stopped him, pulled him, and
kissed him. It was long, passionate and loving.  It was the type where they
mashed their lips together and slither their tongues into each other in the
gentlest way possible. It was the kind that urged Joe to pull Tom's waist
in and had Tom held the back of Joe's neck. It was a kiss that made them
unaware that the door was being opened from the other side.

Alice rolled her eyes. There were a quick and mild commotion afterwards;
singing, humming, guitar strumming, and key stealing. In a moment Alice,
Nick, and Amy evacuated the apartment and the couple had the apartment for
themselves.

"Well, I could've saved that speech," Joe said, staring at the empty space
before them.

"Yeah." Then Tom snickered. "Well, now that we're alone..."

"What?"

With an easy glide, Tom lifted Joe so that their eyes are at the same
level. Seeing Joe flustered by that move brought a smile on Tom's face, and
that smiles influenced Joe to do the same thing.  "You're so handsome," Tom
said before he kissed his boyfriend.

It wasn't a short one but it also wasn't a long one either. It gave each of
them a taste of the other's lips. Both loved it. Smiles again when their
mouths parted. Then kisses again. It had grown more passionate then, where
the two traded blows with their tongues. It always amazed Tom how Joe loved
to get dirty when they kiss. Joe liked sweet little pecks and long and
tender kisses, but he loved getting his mouth wet inside and out.

"And you're so strong. You just love to lift things," Joe said, probably
also referring all the hard work he had during the day.

"It's free work out," Tom said. "But lifting you... that's free sex,
right?"

"Correct." Joe sniggered. "And you're handsome too, by the way."

They kissed again, so long that they found themselves in Tom's bedroom
without realizing it. Joe was lying on the bed, feeling the partial weight
the man on top of him. Joe didn't get wild and savage now. He let the kiss
develop naturally, not forcing it to get wild and raunchy. Mostly it was
because it felt so comfortable lying on the bed after a long day of
labour. The warmth and protection his man gave him didn't hurt either.

They stopped and Tom rolled to his side, mildly catching his breath. "I
think you're the only man I can do this with," he said.

"What? Am I just a fluke in your sexuality?" Joe teased.

"That's not what I meant," Tom chuckled. "You know I like men like you like
men."

"So what then?"

Tom laid a hand on Joe's chest and slowly rubbed it with gentle
care. Perhaps the gentle caring touch was enough to burn Joe's libido
because his nipples are hard and jutting behind the soft fabric.  Tom
couldn't help but getting back to those two. Looking at Joe's nervous lips
made Tom smile. This was what he meant.

"I don't think I can do this with anyone but you. Man or woman, actually. I
can't imagine having this great of a feeling to anyone else. When I look at
you..." Tom looked at Joe's eyes, "when I listen to you..." then his eyes
moved to Joe's lips, "when I touch you..." the gaze found its way to the
chest under his hand. "You have no idea how good it feels to me."

"Yeah?" Joe's voice cracked.

"Yeah," Tom said. "You know, when you first told me that you slept with
Sam, I was so jealous... and angry to myself. I still loved you and I can't
believe I ruined it. On the other side, you looked so happy with him, and
seeing you happy makes me happy too. It was so strange, I was so jealous
that I wanted to stop the two of you from being together, but I loved you
with him that I had to make it happen."

"I'm sorry about that," Joe said. "I know I'm stupid when it comes to
feelings. I was stupid for not listening to anyone, too."

"Don't be, babe. I'm sorry."

"No, you're the one who has to stop doing that. Not everything is your
fault. If I stopped shoving my feelings away, I would know that I still
loved you too. Then I wouldn't have to fight you, or ignore you for weeks,
or slept with Sam. I would've believed in you and we would've got back
together in an instant."

"You were angry, it was normal," Tom refuted.

"Not that angry, no."

"You found me and Sam naked in your bed. It was normal."

"Tommy, stop," Joe insisted. "I can't keep doing that. I have been
reckless. When I was angry with you and Sam. When I couldn't help myself
with Sam the first time. Even when I left Birmingham. I know I'm not an
emotional person, but when I am being emotional, I am reckless. Admit it."

Tom had an intense look on his face. He was not used to that. He was used
to taking all the responsibility and blame. That was how he grew up, that
was what he knew. He felt like Joe knew that. In the past, Joe had been the
one who comfort him when he was exhausted by the burden that he took. Now
before him, Joe was doing exactly that.

"Joey," he croaked.

"Tommy," Joe said. "I'm sorry."

"Joey," Tom repeated, this time with a tone that is so natural to him, a
tone that said that Joe didn't have to apologise.

"It's just that... Justin is back in my life again and now I see what I did
to him. I thought I was doing him a service by leaving; I thought he didn't
have to carry my weight if I left. I thought wrong. I know now that you
carry the weight together with the people you love. You do that too, okay?
I know you take it upon yourself with things like this. Sometimes I do
too. Let's do that together from now on."

There, Joe did it again. He had more wisdom and love in him than he gave
himself credit for.

"Okay," Tom said.

"I love you." Joe's chin lifted a fraction and his lips shrunk a pixel to a
slight pucker.

"I love you too." Tom kissed him. With passion. His hands crept from Joe's
chest to his neck. He could feel Joe's hand on his hips, dangerously close
to his butt.

"Now..." Joe said, a second of two after their blazing contact. "Is this
the appropriate time to offer you that blowjob I promised?"


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