Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 00:05:41 +0800
From: paul sung <psun@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Year 8

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He walks into the room with just a plain, fluffy white towel wrapped
around his trim waist. Just out of the shower, his short black hair was
still wet, the blue-black curls looking silky enough that I wanted to run
my hands through it. His nipples stood out from his chest, hard and
pouty, chilled by the cold night air. Trickles of water ran down the
cleft in the centre of his hard pecs, trailing down the corrugated ridges
of his tight stomach and I remembered running my fingers down the downy
treasure trail that started just above the top of the towel and ended far
below.

I licked my lips at the thought and as his hot gaze caught my response,
his substantial dick stirred beneath the towel. He was a damned
good-looking stud and he knew it. Quirking a finger at me, he flashed a
suggestive smile in blatant invitation and motioned towards me. In a
second I was on him, my lips clamped down on his and he let out a moan as
my hands ran rampantly down his back and ass.

"Earth to John."

The soft, musical feminine voice didn't belong to the very macho James at
all. Aroused dick straining at the seams, seeping pre-cum, heart rate
tripping and sweat trailing down my back, I came to the shocking
realization that I wasn't exactly back home with James. Oh my God, it had
happened again. I always knew James Sung would be trouble. Snapping my
eyelids open in shock, I stared into the face of my cousin Joey smiling
smugly at me and my voice rose in a high-pitched squeak. "J-Joey!"

Her smug smile grew wider as she took in the flushed look on my face and
the guilt no doubt written all over it. "Sleeping on the job, cousin?"

"No.. no.. it's my lunch break.." I replied with something short of a
stutter. "What are you doing here?"

It wasn't a usual question for her. Normally, Joey - Josephine - Sung was
one of my favorite people. No matter what she did, Joey always managed to
do things her way beneath the radar of my omniscient grandfather - and
always in her own inimitable style. Sleekly stylish with her short, sassy
auburn-streaked cap of hair and a sexy maroon pantsuit, she sat perched
at the edge of my desk looking down at me in amusement. No doubt she had
just recently returned from one of her shopping trips abroad in her
capacity as the senior buyer for Sung Department Stores' Clothing
Division. No one in the family, or in the company, would argue with the
fact that this time Grandpa had found the right woman for the job. Her
innate eye for fashion and detail had made her the inevitable choice when
it came to decorating my new place. Of course Joey would claim that she'd
nagged her way into the job.

Right now however, I wished her in Jericho. Even with cousin Joey in my
office, my pulse still raced and my cock throbbed in ache as I recalled
the last weekend with James. After my drunken confession, which I
recalled with perfect clarity despite what James might say, we had shared
a night that would remain entrenched in my memories for a long time. It
wasn't only the sex which was as usual mind-blowing but the realization
that I had come to terms with myself - and the fact that I was madly in
love, and lust, for James Burbridge Sung. Terrifying fact that but I
guess I'd have to deal with it and its consequences.

The morning sex managed to dull the effects of the terrific hangover that
I suffered as penance afterward. That and the noxious concoction James
literally forced on me. Who knew that I'd one day thank God he was an
ex-alcoholic junkie. Even with the help of the horrible magic brew, poor
Jonathan remained abed till evening.

Catching my jaw in her fingers, Joey shook her head. "Eyes back to me,
sweetheart. I'm down to see my favourite cousin of course. And before you
get any ideas, it's not you, cute though you may be."

"We came by hoping to have lunch with you. John, you look all flushed,
are you sick?"

That voice of concern belonged to my sister and I glanced behind Joey to
see her sitting properly in the chair, hands quietly folded in her lap.
Elegance and poise personified my younger sister, Julianne and a certain
restfulness quite unique in our family of rabblerousing hellraisers.
Although she'd turned her back on the company, she still kept herself
busy with her new family, her increasingly active involvement in the NGOs
and her weekly articles in the local paper. Those who didn't know her as
well dubbed her a clone of my mother and though it certainly wasn't meant
in praise, it turned out to be a point of pride to her. I should have
guessed you couldn't have Joey without my sister along and I started
wondering whether June would be lurking nearby. Grandpa called them his
precious angels while the rest of us secretly called them Charlie's.

As my sister stood up to come to my side, I motioned for her to stop. The
thought of my younger sister finding me redhanded with an erection was
horrifying to say the least. Instinctively, my hand fell to my lap to
hide my burgeoning arousal. "No, it's only a.. a..."

"No need to explain, John." The glint in Joey's sultry dark eyes was
filled with amusement - and singularly terrifying. "I bet it's a sex
dream."

"Sex dream?" I balked at her words. Sex had never been something that
shocked or scared Joey Sung and it dawned on me that she would be the
first to guess my peculiar situation. After all, she'd certainly seen the
flush of arousal often enough on the dozens of men she'd dated - and
dumped. Joey Sung was the Sam Jones to my sister's Charlotte. The thought
made me cringe inside and I knew exactly who I could blame for this
predicament. My oversexed libido and a certain overly sexy man.

Taking pity on me, Joey released a low, delicious-sounding laugh and slid
off my desk. "Nice to know you have sex dreams, Johnny. Gives me hope for
the rest of mankind."

My traitor of a sister laughed along with her and at that moment, I
wished that I'd smothered her when we were younger. Trying to compose
myself as best as I could, I stammered out a reply . "It's not a sex
dream. It's just warm in here."

"It's gettin hot in hherree, you mean?" Joey added with a devious smile.

As she hummed the hip-hop song, I looked around for a deep enough hole in
the carpet to bury myself in. Unfortunately, there was none since I never
actually planned for a secret getaway from my office. Luckily however to
compensate for being a tongue-tied fool in certain dire social
situations, I'd acquired a boyfriend who managed to keep his wits about
him.

"Teasing John again?"

Leaning with one shoulder braced against the doorway, James Sung,
surprisingly preppily dressed in neatly creased tan chinos and
button-down oxfords, flashed us one of his signature 1000-wattage smiles.
As usual, he looked as if he'd just taken a lazy stroll out of the pages
of GQ. The effect he had on me was immediate, my pulse picked up and my
glands started humming a happy tune. Even with the unwanted audience, I
could barely restrain myself from going over to him, running my hands
down his tight, delicious torso and unbuttoning those pants to uncover
the tantalizing feast I knew was inside.

However my man's attention was riveted to the stunning woman on my desk.
Swinging around to greet him with her wide smile, Joey waved him in. "Ah,
James, always a pleasure."

It was a wonder how she always managed to make every word sound like a
breathless proposition before tumbling into her boudoir but I guess it
was a gift. If James held the title of the King of Sleeparound-Sluts in
our family, she was the undisputed Queen and they were evidently made for
each other. Giving her one of his special smiles, he crossed the room in
a few strides, gave my sister a chaste peck on the cheek and then tugged
Joey into his strong arms for a passionate Hollywood style embrace.
Throwing her down over his arm, he bowed her down and planted a wet,
smackingly loud smooch on her ruby-red lips.

"Get a room," I grumbled as I shifted my gaze down. With their obvious
similarities, James and Joey had always shared a special bond and I
should have been used to their behaviour by now but with the special
circumstances that had changed our relationship, I felt a strange urge to
strangle the both of them. Picking up a pen from my desk, I wondered what
he would feel if I were to stick it into his ass.

Darting a look over his shoulder, James gave me a salacious wink. "Don't
worry. I've got a kiss for you too, cousin."

The suggestive glint in his eye and the wolfish smile that followed had
my libido roaring back to life and I scrambled farther down into my seat.
Despite the inappropriateness of the situation, my mindless cock had
hardened in reaction to James' presence in the room and didn't show any
signs of going down. "Shut up, James."

"Damn you James, you get better looking each time I see you." She looked
up at him with a warm, adoring smile. Sliding smoothly away from James'
embrace, Joey ran her hands fondly down his broad back and finally rested
them around his trim waist. "I believe you came just in time. Zhan Zhao
here has just admitted to having had a sizzling sex dream."

"It's not-"

"Really? Saint John falling prey to sin?" Giving me a devious grin, he
replied with a cool raise of his eyebrows. Made me angry enough that I
wanted to reach over, toss him over my lap and spank that tight, gorgeous
ass. The violent intent was obviously written all over my features and it
made him grin even wider.

"It's not a sex dream." The disgruntled tone of my voice brooked no
argument and although I knew it would work with my more compliant sister,
I knew it wouldn't even make a dent on hardheaded Joey. Any argument I
made on my part, no matter how persuasive or logical, would only make her
run counter to my suggestions, which made her in a way essentially
similar to James and Jackie. Probably the reason why Joey had always been
especially fond of James, even at his lowest. Being somewhat of an
eccentric herself, she knew what it was like being different and
certainly sympathized enough with him.

"Why deny it, John? That little self-satisfied smile that can only mean
one thing on a guy." Joey laughed, a soft, husky sound that must have her
lovers sighing. If only she would find a more appreciative audience. "If
you're that worried, I promise we won't tell anyone. You're certainly
entitled to dream during your lunch break especially since Grace told us
you've been a busy little boy all morning planning the new Sung's in
Phnom Penh."

"We're not letting him off the hook that easily, are we? Sex dream, eh?"
Giving a suggestive nudge to Joey, James winked at me again and made
himself comfortable on my desk. "Come, share with us. Anyone we know,
John?"

The question had me gaping at him impotently. The irony of the situation
was that he made that leading question sitting on the very same desk we'd
had our first mind-blowing fuck. Right here on my desk, I'd ripped off
his shirt and fallen on him like a starving beast. From the meaningful
look he gave me, it was obvious that he fully recalled the events of that
night.

Finally finding my voice, I replied as calm as I possibly could. "Even if
I had had a sex dream, it certainly wouldn't be any of your business."

"Really? None of my business?" he blatantly challenged me. Leaning
forward with one hand braced on the top of my desk, James waggled his
thick brows at me. "Come on, don't I at least play a walk-on role in
them?"

Shocked at his daring, I could only stare in response as colour rose up
my face. The thought of being suddenly outed in front of my saintly
sister and Joey had my knees melting into jelly. The nasty twinkle of
devilry was back in his dark eyes and I knew that he was quite capable of
suddenly thrusting me out of the closet.

It was then that my sister came to my rescue. From her vantage point,
Julianna let out a laugh. "Stop tormenting him, you guys."

"Why not? He's just so damned cute when he's angry." Bright eyes
twinkling with devilry, Joey reached over and pinched my cheeks before I
could swipe at her.

"Get lost, tramp. And that goes double for you, James," I barked out in
mock anger. After being satisfied that I wouldn't make a spectacle of
myself with tented pants, I stood up and gave James a shove from my desk.
"Get off my desk and tell me where you troublemakers are going for
lunch?"

Always the peacemaker, Julianna came forward and nudged Joey aside.
"Actually I was thinking of that place we used to go near Bangkok Bank
for beef noodle."

"Yeah, and we all know how much John loves his beef," James added.

I glared at him while James looked back at me innocently. "James, I think
I need to have a word with you. Alone."

"Uh oh. He has that look on his face again." He stood in front of me with
his muscular arms crossed, a teasing smile on his face. "Joey darling, if
he's thinking of docking my allowance again, I think you might have to
fork out for lunch."

Oblivious to the undercurrents between us, Joey just nodded with a smile.
"Sweetie, John's the eldest. He's paying."

"Out," I ordered tersely with my finger pointing to the door.

"What an old grump you're becoming," Joey griped goodnaturedly as she
rose to tug my sister out. As she closed the door behind her, Julianna
whispered out softly. "You'll be in our prayers, James."

As soon as they left, I dropped my serious face and started stalking him.
"James."

Laughing at the expression on my face, he raised his hands in surrender
and backed away. "Hey, remember you like me."

"Oh, I don't think I'll ever forget that." After his antics earlier, I
was certainly angry with him but that didn't mean that I'd released some
of the earlier tension inside me. There was a hard-on in my pants that
had been left unsatisfied all morning and the person responsible for my
deplorable condition stood in front of me with laughter in his dark eyes
- and that gorgeous body slicked up in Dockers.

Guessing the direction of my lascivious thoughts, James dipped his head
down and chuckled softly. "Fuck, is sex all you ever think about?"

Trapping him against my desk as he'd done to me before, I reached back
and grabbed his tight ass. Tight and toned, perfectly round, baby-smooth.
"No, sometimes like now, I think of punishment."

He leaned back and raised his eyebrows playfully. "You terrify me, John.
Should I be afraid, very, very afraid?"

As I cornered him against the desk edge, I felt the heat of James'
considerable crotch through the layers of cloth separating and smiled
when I felt the growing pulse of his own erection. As he tried to hold me
off, I batted his protesting hands away and pulled him to me. "Laugh all
you like, funny man. I'm having you for lunch." Letting out a deep growl
before burying my face in his neck, I took in a deep breath, taking in
the scent of his soap, the spicy cologne he'd spritzed on this morning
and the musky scent that I associated with him. James let out a soft
groan as I started nibbling towards that sensitive spot behind his ear.

"John, I don't have a condom."

"Who needs one," I mumbled into his throat. "And what the hell was that
hug with Joey all about?"

"I knew we'd get to that. Jealous, lover?" James let his hands crawl down
my back, smoothing a trail down my spine.

His question gave me pause and I pulled away from his arms. The
olde-green-eyed monster. I couldn't deny that it made me that. Just a
week ago, I had the same feeling when a sexy, nubile young
Britney-Tiffany-Jennifer-Love girl had shaken her undeniably gorgeous
booty and given him her number at KLCC. She was just this close from
getting hit just one more time. Jealousy obviously came as part of the
package when it came to having a boyfriend as gorgeous as James Sung.
Similar situations had occurred umpteenth times before and it always
amused me to see his reaction, the flash of his grateful smile, his warm,
obliging response. The man had an undeniably smooth way about him and he
rarely rebuffed any of his admirers, no matter how persistent. It was a
part of him, that simple, innate charm, and yet recently, that particular
trait irked me. "What was that.."

"What was what? The way I hugged her? The way I teased her?" Almost
tenderly, he ran his fingers up my cheek and gave my nose a quick light
pinch. "I've always been that way with Joey and you know it. To suddenly
change would only make her suspicious, and you know how Nancy Drew she
can get."

It irritated me that he was right for once and eminently rational while I
was acting like the demented one. It felt terrible when the student
became the teacher and I pinched his muscular behind just for revenge.

"Stop obsessing over my butt." Reaching behind, James caught my hand and
held it still. "Still, you're cute when you're jealous."

"I'll show you cute." I gave him a light slap on his butt with my free
hand.

He winced lightly. "Ow. I think I liked you better with a glass of wine."

Taking a step back, I prodded at his hard chest. "Stuff it. And damn it,
stop baiting me."

"That look on your face was priceless. John Sung gaping like a fish."

There was that devil in his eyes again and it made me nervous as it
always did. Since we were kids, that glint of mischief had always been
there just before he embarked on one of his crazy, madcap schemes,
dragging me along in the wake. Somewhat older - and hopefully wiser, I
tried to steer clear each time he got that look in his eyes. "Joey might
guess."

That very suggestion tickled James' ready sense of humour and he burst
out laughing. "Oh my God. Trust me, it wouldn't occur to her in a million
years. Sure knowing her dirty little mind, she could certainly come up
with some ideas but then she'd think again of who she was thinking
about.. come on, John Sung. Nah. Not in a million years would Saint John
do anything remotely out of the ordinary."

"Contrary to popular opinion, I am not a sexless robot with grandfather's
tendencies," I replied in some annoyance.

Lazily, James twirled a finger around my tie. "So the man says."

His long, slim fingers played with my dark maroon tie as he spoke and I
wondered if he even remembered that he'd gotten me that tie. Seems like
the man loved getting stuff for me, even when he hated me. Ever the
boring conservative, my tastes ran towards plain, solid colours and I'd
certainly never have chosen the bright, snazzy printed ties that he
usually got for me. Printed slogans, bold caricatures, ties that caught
the attention - just the way James liked it. "You will be punished for
that," I warned him.

"And anyway, Joey would be the last person to suspect my sexual
inclinations."

The careless shrug and his tone of voice got me instantly suspicious.
"What?"

He smiled. "We actually had a.."

"I don't want to hear this." Prying away from his hold, I stepped aside
and took a step back. Despite knowing that it wouldn't work, it stunned
me to realize that I had the sudden childish need to cover my ears.
Although I knew James had quite the reputation before, I certainly didn't
need explicit details of his alleged affair with my cousin.

Before I could go back around my desk to hide, he reached out and caught
the lapels of my jacket. "Oh, come on, nothing happened. We just kissed,
realized we didn't suit at all and laughed it off. Nothing X-rated, I
promise, definitely nothing even close to what we did."

There was a glint of desire in his dark eyes that sparked to life at the
end and I smiled. "Thank God for that. Let's go. Jules will be wondering
what the hell is happening." Turning away from him, I started for the
door.

"We could tell her we've been necking behind closed doors," he said
hopefully.

"Ha Ha."

"Wait, John." As I reached for the door, he backed me against the door,
whispering softly. "You know you've got nothing to be worried about,
stud. You're the only man for me."

With his strong arms held around me, I didn't find any reason to deny
that fact. "Yeah, by the way, you look damned hot in the preppy suit.
Makes me wanna tear it off."

Running a hand down the front of his shirt, he grinned. "Borrowed the
shirt from you actually. Suits huh."

Although I was taller, James was seriously built, even more so with the
extra gym time he'd put in recently, and the shirt hugged the cut,
sculpted contours of his torso perfectly. It would cause whiplash on the
streets as innocent passersby swivelled around to look at him. "Like a
glove. What's the occasion?"

"I thought that you would ask that." Holding the door shut with the palm
of his hand, James dipped his head down for a moment. After a moment, his
gaze darted to me anxiously, the tips of his ears flushed with colour and
for the first time, he lost some of that cool suavity that I always
associated with him. "Look, I was going to tell you later but since you
asked, Uncle Jien asked me for help on his project."

It dawned on me. Uncle Jien was my uncle, in charge of public relations
and advertising for the company. Loud-mouthed and brash, he was a man who
never minced his words although he could find the right ones when he
wanted to. "The advertising campaign for Phnom Penh?"

"Yeah." The earlier smile on his face faded away and he paused a moment,
his dark eyes looking worried. "John, I know I'm still a student but I've
done some professional work before this and Jien has seen some and seemed
to like it. I promise I won't flake off and-"

It had never occurred to me that he would be insecure with his work
especially since it was one of the things about him that I had never
doubted. "Why are you explaining this to me?" I laughed. "James. I was
going to say it's great."

He smiled gratefully. "Thank God for that."

"Uncle Jien doesn't just take anyone on his team."

Chuckling in some relief, he shook his dark head. "Yeah, he said I was
the only dumb asshole in this family with some talent."

"That's our uncle."