Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2005 18:52:11 -0500
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brother 2 Brother Chapter 11

Brother 2 Brother

by

Michael Martell


Chapter 11: Eric



        It was the third day of my trip to Atlanta. I had began packing my
things to head out to my next destination on the book tour when the hotel
phone rang. When I answered I wasn't surprised to hear my agent's, Karen,
voice on the other end but I was surprised by what she had to tell me.
Apparently the publishing company was hearing great things about me and the
tour and after much begging and requesting they decided to attend my stay
in the ATL for three more days. All my other dates would be pushed back and
the appropriate accommodations would be made. While in Atlanta I was going
to do the rounds at some of the local and most popular `urban' radio
stations, appear on a few more talk shows and radio programs and do more
book signings. Karen was excited and happy for me. But I just wanted for it
all to be over. Let me explain.

        It was on day two that things got interesting. When I woke up I
found my driver, Noble, sitting up watching TV, BET to be exact. He was
fully dressed and did not look any the worse for wear for being blasted
drunk out of his mind. He looked up at me and smiled and gave me a bright
good morning. I replied and went into the shower and took a long hot
shower. The warm water felt wonderful, so wonderful that I closed my
eyes. I guess I drifted off to sleep but the next thing I knew the shower
curtain opened and there was Noble, bare assed naked and looking HOT DAMN
sexy! No words were spoken as he stepped into the shower with me. We
embraced and then melded into a hot and passionate kiss. As our lips and
tongues danced and teased the others mouth are hands explored our bodies.
Each spot that was touched was left hot and burning with sexual fire that
was overwhelming. Here I was in the shower with this sexy brotha with his
fine, hard ass, tight body and all the wild sexual energy any man would
want. I was thinking about the tour. I wasn't thinking about my book. I
wasn't thinking about Jermaine. I was thinking about having Noble and that
was all I wanted. He was kissing my chest, tonguing my nipples, his fingers
teasing ever each of my body. I couldn't take it. I had to have him.

        "Do you want some?" Noble asked me.

        "Yes," I said, without hesitation. Noble smiled at me and then
turned around and presented his fine, firm beige ass to me. HAVE MERCY,
JESUS! That was a fine ass and it was tight. I applied a healthy handful of
soap lather and inserted my dick and we were off and fucking. I thought I
was going to blow my nutt right there. Noble was moaning my name over and
over again as I fucked him for all my worth. I was fucking him so hard that
he was knocking into the wall of the shower.

        "Eric!" Noble called out my named as I thrusted into him. "ERIC!"

There was a series of loud knocks that startled me awake. I was standing in
the shower wet and stroking my throbbing, soaped up dick. The knocking
continued and was followed by Noble calling my name on the other side of
the bathroom door.

	"Yeah!" I called back as I rinsed off hurriedly.

	"We better get going before we're late."

I looked down at my dick which was still rock hard and throbbing. There was
no way I was going out there like this. "Okay Noble," I said, "You get the
car and bring it around and I will be down in five minutes."

There was a pause before he answered. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. It won't take me long." I replied.

"Aight, see you in a few." he said.

I let out a sigh. Damn, what was going on? Actually I knew what was going
on. I was confused with what was going on with Jermaine and I and I was
attracted, terribly attracted to Noble. I didn't have time to jack my dick
so I just stepped out of the shower, dried off and began getting dressed. I
was dressed and out of the door in five minutes, I skipped my usual
lotioning my body routine. I grabbed my cellphone and began dialing
Jermaine's cellphone number. I needed to talk to him. We needed to talk. We
hadn't spoken since I had been here. His cellphone rang until his voice
mail picked up. I listened to his sexy voice. I missed him.  I left him a
message. I told him that I loved him and that I missed him and I needed,
wanted to talk to him. I ended the call just as the elevator door opened.
When I stepped in my eyes grew wide as I was looking face to face at Brett,
Mohammed's ex. Brett looked at me as if he had just seen the same unwanted
ghost from the past that I had. The elevator door closed and the awkward
feeling filled the small space like a huge elephant.

	"Hello Eric," Brett said, after a few seconds of awkward silence.

	"Hey Brett," I responded.

	"What are you doing in Atlanta?" he asked, I think he was trying to
be polite and make conversation.

	"I'm on tour."
	"On tour?" Brett asked. The question on his face let me know he had
no idea.

	"For my book. I'm a promotional tour."

	"You wrote a book?" I didn't like the tone of his voice. He made it
sound like it was a big surprise. Brett knew me well enough to know I was a
writer.

	"Yes," I replied with an attitude. Brett frowned and looked away
briefly.

	"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound like that. I just didn't
know..." he paused and cleared his throat. "Congratulations."

	"Thank you," I replied, "What brings you to Atlanta?"

	"Had a job," Brett said, looking down at his shoes.

	"Still modeling?" I asked.

	"Yeah...well, a little but I'm doing other things as well." Brett
looked at me and I could see there was something different about him not
just physically which there was but emotionally. What ever had happened to
him since Mohammed broke up with him had effected him but if it was good or
bad I didn't know nor care.

	"How are Mohammed and Jamal doing?" Brett asked suddenly. I was
surprised by that but not too much. I figured he would have asked about
Mohammed sooner.

	"They are doing fine," I don't know why I answered him. He didn't
have the right to ask about Mohammed nor Jamal but for some reason I
answered.

He was about to ask me something else but the elevator stopped at the lobby
and as people got on we got off and went out separate ways. As I was
walking towards the front door of the hotel I decided to try Jermaine at
home. The phone rang twice and on the third ring it was picked up but the
voice was not Jermaine's.

	"I'm sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number." I said looked at
my cellphone and seeing that my number was correct.

	"Who you lookin' for?" the voice asked.

	"Jermaine Robinson," I replied. Something wasn't right here.

	"You reached the right place," the voice said and my blood ran
cold.

	"Okay..." I said slowly trying to remain calm and cool. "You must
be..." I paused as if I was try to recall this bitches name.

	"I'm Curtis," he said, sounding as if his ass belonged there. I was
getting angrier by the second.

	"Curtis..." I hissed his fucking name. I wanted to hang up. I
should have hung up but I couldn't. "So you must be Jermaine's man?"

There was a pause before he replied, "Well, we just started seeing each
other. Who are you?"

Who am I? Who am I? I'm the motherfucker whose man your nasty ass is
fucking around with, that's who I am.

        "Hello?" Curtis said, "You still there?"

"Yes," I said, "I have to go, I'll call him back later." I hung up the
phone as my heart broke. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe
it. I just fucking couldn't believe it. My headached, my heart hurt so bad
I could hardly breath. Tears were rolling down my face and I didn't
care. My knees were weak, I could hardly move. I was unaware of someone
calling my name until I felt someone touch my shoulder. It was Noble.

	"Eric? Are you okay?" he asked his voice filled with concern.

I either didn't or couldn't speak. Noble walked me to the limousine and
helped me in the back. He got in behind me and closed the door. He seemed
concerned as he asked again what happened. But I couldn't speak, I couldn't
say a damn thing. All I could feel was deep hurt, betrayal, heart ache and
pain. How could Jermaine do this to me? To us? Where in the hell did he
meet this Curtis punk and why was he in our home? The sobs came and before
long I was full blown crying like a baby while Noble, the noble Noble held
me in his arms. We never made it to our scheduled event. Noble called Jaime
for me and explained that I was sick and when she insisted on talking to me
he told her that I was unable to speak right now and that if she wanted to
speak with me that I would call her back and with that he hung up. That
entire day and night Noble stayed with me as I cried and cried. I couldn't
stop no matter what. Noble never asked what was going on he just stayed
there with me and when I was ready he tucked me into bed.

	I awoke to the sound of Noble calling my name softly. When I opened
my eyes he was standing by my bed with my cellphone in his hand.

	"It's been ringing almost every hour for the last four." Noble said
as he handed me the phone. "It's been the same name and number."

I took the phone and looked at the flip display. The four calls and without
a doubt the four messages were from Jermaine. I looked at Noble, who had
been my savior. He smiled and left my room. Before I called Jermaine I
listened to his messages. The first was just a basic message that asked how
I was doing and to call him later and that he missed and loved
me. Bullshit. The second message sounded a bit concerned and asked that I
call him as soon as I got the message. The third message was concerned but
demanding. He wanted to know where I was and why I had not called. Yeah,
the guilty want the innocent to be just as guilty as them. The fourth
message had a different tone all together.

	"Eric," he began, hesitantly, "I know you called the house. Your
number was on the caller ID. I know need to...I have to talk to you...I
have to...I need to explain. It's not what you think. Eric, please, I don't
want to lose us. I don't want to end this. What happened...what I did was
wrong. Baby...it was wrong, wrong wrong. I love you, Eric. I love
you...please, just call me. Please baby. I love..." his time was up and the
message was cut off. He loved me. Yeah, he loved me so much that he slept
with another nigga in our bed and he says he loves me? That made me fucking
angry. I dialed his number and I was ready to rumble.

	"Eric," Jermaine said picking up the phone on the first ring,
"Thank God you called."

	"You won't be thanking God after I'm done with you, bastard!" I
snapped.

	"You have every right to be mad..."

	"SHUT THE FUCK UP JERMAINE!" I screamed. "How could you! How could
you fuck another motherfucker in our bed? I can't believe this. I can't
believe you! You hurt me so bad, Jermaine." I began crying again.

	"I know, I know," Jermaine said, and he had the nerve to be crying
as well.

	"Why? Just tell me why?"

	"Eric," he began, "I still love you. I'm in love with..."

	"BULLSHIT JERMAINE!" I cut him off. "You can't say you love me and
that you are in love with me when you go off and cheat on me with some
trick ass piece of trade you found on the street."

	"I didn't find him on the street," Jermaine had the never to say
and even sounded offended that I would even say that.

	"OH NO NEGRO! You don't get to have an attitude. No way! You fucked
up and I get to have the ATTI-FUCKIN'-TUDE in this fucked up situation."
That was how the conversation pretty much went. He did tell me that Curtis
was a guy he had met at the club a couple of weeks ago while playing
pool. They began talking and hit if off. One thing lead to another and they
got physical and had been for a while. Before I left for Atlanta. Jermaine
said that he was feeling scared and nervous about our relationship plus the
pressures at work. He needed someone to talk to and I wasn't around. That
was the typical shit when someone cheats on someone else they blame the
other for not being there. I wasn't buying that and told him so. I invited
him to come to Atlanta and he refused saying he had work to do. He just
wanted to be with his piece on the side. He denied that but I wasn't
believing Jermaine anymore. I hung up the phone and turned it off. I walked
out of my bedroom and was surprised to see Noble sitting there watching
BET. He looked up at me, he had heard everything but acted like he didn't.

	"Noble," I said, determination in my voice. "I want to get drunk
and blazed. Can you hook me up?"

	Noble was back in less than an hour with a bottle of Hypnotic and
an 8th of weed. While he was gone I called Karen and told her that I wasn't
feeling well and asked if she could let Jaime know, since I really didn't
want to talk to her. When Noble got back I was sitting on the sofa watching
the news. They were talking about Infamous, the rapper again and his
pending murder trial. Noble joined me on the sofa.

	"I know him." Noble said as he poured me a glass of Hypnotic.

	"I figured as much when I saw you on TV with him." I pointed out as
I sipped the drink. I closed my eyes as it went down. DAMN!

	"Well, you know, we are cousins," Noble said as he expertly went
about rolling us a joint for each of us.

	"Cousins?" I said, "Damn. So what you think about all this stuff
going on with him and his trial?" I found myself asking.

Noble shrugged his shoulders. "If the knucklehead hadn't rushed the damn
stage he would be alive today," was Noble's cold reply. I was surprised by
his tone but I wasn't going to get into all that right now. I wanted to be
drunk and high. In an hour we had smoked all the weed and drunk half a
bottle of Hypnotic. Neither one of us was feeling any pain and I had put
Jermaine out of my head for the moment. In my blazed out, drunk down state
I told Noble what had happened. He listened. Then he leaned into me and
gave me a kiss that curled my toes. It was better than the kiss that I had
been dreaming about. It felt good to be kissed by him. I was like a hungry
man at an all you can eat steakhouse as I pulled at and tore off his
clothes. He was doing the same to me. We were ass naked in the main room of
my hotel suite kissing and touching like crazy.

	"Are you a top?" Noble asked, as I devoured his nipples.

	"I'm vers," I mumbled into his muscular chest, though honestly I
wanted to be fucked as well as fucked up.

	"Cool," he said, "Me too," We sank down to the floor, our mouths
covering ever inch and part of the other's body. The Hypnotic and the weed
had our bodies on fire. Every touch was amplified and exciting. I couldn't
believe it how great it felt. I was ready to buy all the Hypnotic and weed
I could find. Noble laid me on my back and slowly began kissing down my
body, slowly licking a trail from my neck to my chest as he gripped my dick
and worked it. He then crawled across my body and turned so that we were in
the `69' position. I had his hairless balls in across my face and in my
mouth. I could feel him sucking my dick, drool was leaking down around my
ass. He inserted his fingers inside me.

	"Ahhhhhh...Ohhhh yeah," I moaned as I felt his finger go in and
out, slowly at first and then faster and faster. While he was finger
fucking me I sucked his dick and returned to the favor by finger fucking
his ass. It was wild and crazy. Hot and sexy. We were rolling on the floor
going for what we knew. I could feel the back is his throat as he went down
on me, driving me crazy. I wanted to come so bad. He must have been feeling
the same thing because soon we had stopped and he was on all fours ready to
take it doggie style. I reached for one of the magnum condoms I had and put
it on and lubed it up. I don't really care for doggie style but right I was
feeling the moment. I slipped my dick into his hot hole and slid slowly
inside him.

	"Mmmmmmmmm...yeah...motherfucker," Noble moaned as my dick went
inside him. I could see him grabbing the carpet. He was into all me fucking
him and I was into fucking him.

	"Fuck me hard," Noble called out and I was ready to comply. I
pulled back so that just the tip of my dick was left inside and then I
rammed right into his ass as hard as I could. As I fucked him I began to
see images of Jermaine in my head and in my head I caught Jermaine with his
bitch ass Curtis. Curtis skipped out like the bitch he was and Jermaine was
begging for me to take him back and said he would do anything if I would
take him back. The next thing I knew I had him on all fours fucking the
hell out of him. Slam fucking him. Punishing his ass. I knew it was Noble I
was fucking hard but Jermaine was where I was directing each thrust. I
wanted him to feel it.

	"Fuck that ass!" Noble was said through what sounded like pained
squeals. "FUCK ME HARD...HARD...HARDER!"

I was piledriving his ass with fast, powerful strokes while he jacked his
dick with each slam and stroke. It seemed like forever before I was ready
to come and when I did it was the powerful orgasm I had ever had. I was
weak and weary from it. Noble was right there with me. He tried to stop
himself, he wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to fuck me but it was just
too good for him to stop and he exploded all over the hotel carpet. We
collapsed covered in sweat and cum on the floor, breathing heavy and
feeling great.

	"Damn," Noble finally said, "You know how to fuck an ass hard."

I smiled, if only he knew I was imaging Jermaine getting fucked like that.

	"Thanks," I said, "But I really wanted to feel what you had to
offer."

Noble smiled, "I ain't going no where. Let's try the bedroom this time."

I nodded my full agreement.

	When I woke up on the morning of the 3rd day Noble was gone but he
had left a note saying that he would be back to take me to the airport in
more than enough time to catch my plane. I replayed what had happened the
day and night before. Everything that went down with Jermaine and
everything that went down with Noble. I was feeling more confused than
anything. I was hurt and heart broken over his betrayal and I still
couldn't believe that he would and could do that to me, to us. All our
dreams and plans were ruined. There was no turning back. No going
back. When I gave in to my lust, passion and attraction to Noble it was
knowing that I would be gone and would not see him again, the perfect one
night stand. He was the perfect band aid for my wound. Now I was going to
be in Atlanta a few more days in the presence of Noble. What was I going to
do?


	Brett was in his hotel room. After seeing Eric the other day he had
considered changing hotels but Hannibal and Infamous didn't like that idea
nor did they care about any man from Brett's past. He was due to meet with
Infamous again. Apparently things in court were pretty rough and Infamous
needed some stress relief. That was his job, stress relief. Well, he had
his own stress relief. He was smoking a blunt and chillin'. When his
cellphone rang he started not to answer it but the ring tone was that of
his friend Merio from New York. He hadn't spoken to Merio in awhile and
decided he needed and wanted to hear a friendly voice.

	"Sup Merio," Brett said as the blunt took it's hold on him.

	"Nuthin'" Merio replied, "But check this out, I got a phone call
from some guy lookin' for you."

	Brett's eyes widened in curiousity. Who could possibly be looking
for him?

	"I don't know but he said he called your old modeling agency and
they gave them this number, since you did live here for a while. He called
wanting to find you."

	"Did he saw who he was and what he wanted?" Brett asked.

	"All he said was that you two had done some work together and that
he would like to work with you again?" Merio explained.

	Brett was trying to recall the last few modeling gigs he had. They
were nothing spectacular. He couldn't imagine who it could be.

	"I think it's a modeling gig, Brett. And if it is you will be on
top again before you know it." Merio said enthusiastically.

Brett nodded, returning to modeling was something he had put out of his
mind but if this was indeed an opportunity he couldn't pass it up.

	"So did he leave a name or number?" Brett asked.

	"Nope, he said he would like to call you himself and wanted your
new cell number. I refused to give it to him until I talked to you."

Brett nodded, "It's okay, Merio, you can give it to him the next time he
calls."

	"Cool," Merio said, "Well, I have to go but keep me posted, will
ya?"

	"Sure Merio, I will," Brett said smiling. Soon he would be back in
the modeling field, where he belonged.

	Dalziel called back the number he bamboozled away from the
receptionist at Silver Star modeling agency. It was Brett's last known
address and according to the person he spoke to, Merio, he could be in
touch with Brett very soon. He was pleased to hear that Merio, true to his
word, had Brett's new cellphone number and had gotten permission to give it
to him. Dalziel smiled as he looked at the number. Yeah, Brett was going to
get a blast from the past.

To Be Continued.

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