Chapter 10 Aedan sat at his desk, sorting through all the paperwork one last time. He kept trying to push thoughts of Gus out of his mind so that he could concentrate on the task at hand. He had twenty-four hours to complete the project and he’d spent the last five reviewing everything to make sure there were absolutely no errors. He’d be so glad when everything was done and finally off his desk. Then his life would go back to normal, or at least, as normal as it could get with thoughts of Gus intruding every five minutes or so. His whole world had flipped since he’d met that kid. He knew that he shouldn’t be calling him a kid, Gus would be insulted if he ever called him that to his face, but he was so young and innocent in so many ways and being with him only brought out a tender and caring side of Aedan that he’d never known he had. Gus had no idea what kind of effect he was having on him. How his mere presence could cause such a radical shift in Aedan’s thinking and his behavior. Aedan had never been one to waste his time on all the trappings of the straight world. Cards and flowers were not his thing and he didn’t think he had a romantic bone in his body until he met Gus. If anyone had told Aedan that he would be head-over-heels in love with someone almost half his age and straight, he would have laughed in their face. And going one step further, if someone had predicted that he would be able to lie in bed with the hottest body he’d seen in a long time and only service him with blowjobs, getting nothing in return but his own hand, he’d have said they were crazy! But that’s exactly what was happening. And the amazing part of it all was that he loved it! He loved to watch Gus’ face when he had his mouth around his cock. The memory of the first time he swallowed, and Gus’ shocked but ecstatic expression was something he would treasure for a long time. Gus had no idea how beautiful he looked, lying in bed, his eyes burning into Aedan’s, waiting to see what amazing thing he could do with his mouth. He had no clue that Aedan had to call on every ounce of willpower he had not to jump his bones and ravage his body. Aedan resisted the impulse to inundate Gus with presents and phone calls, flowers and cards, and all the other symbols of love and attraction, because he was afraid of scaring him off. He was scaring himself, because these feeling were all new to him too, so he held back, telling himself to take it slow and bide his time. Aedan could tell that Gus was fighting his own personal demons, trying to reconcile the fact that he was in lust with another man, not really coming to terms with that yet. Aedan knew that he had to continue to be patient and wait. He kept telling himself it would all be worth it the day Gus finally realized that he needed Aedan as much as Aedan needed him. He could tell that Gus was starting to get more comfortable with the whole idea, his hands had started exploring more as they lay in bed kissing. Gus had asked him not to take any of his clothes off; he just wanted to feel him through the cloth, which was just as well, because Aedan didn’t think he’d be able to resist putting his cock up Gus’ tight ass once it got free. However, it had been over a week of touching and feeling and he was about to go crazy with desire. He felt like he was twelve, with a perpetual boner that was distracting him from the more important things in life such as his job! He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take and he was thinking that he might have to go to Babylon and pick someone out of the backroom, just to get his rocks off before he exploded. Then of course, his logical, scientific brain took over and he told himself that he was being ridiculous. That he was not being realistic and that Gus would no more turn Gay than he would fly to the moon. Aedan had never been with anyone that was bisexual so he couldn’t explain Gus’ feelings to him or to himself. In his mind, you were either one thing or the other. He never thought there were people out there who honestly were attracted to both sexes. He thought it was a big cop out; someone’s way of rationalizing a hedonistic nature and loving the one they were with, not really caring what sex they were; just needing to get off, regardless, and of course there were those who were really homos but too scared to admit it. All this changed when he met Gus. Here was a person, raised by four homosexuals, who had never once in all his twenty-six years been attracted to someone of the same sex. Yet this same person was now insanely attracted to him. It was all crazy and confusing but it did have the one element that seemed to make it all right. It had never happened before, to either one of them. This thing that had grabbed them both by the nuts, whatever you called it, lust or obsession, or infatuation or even, God forbid, love. Whatever it was, it made everything seem okay. He relished his time with Gus. He couldn’t seem to get enough of him, wanting to know everything about his life before they met. They would spend hours on the phone, like teenagers, just enjoying the sound of each others voices. It was all so silly and he was way too old for this shit, but there you had it. He was crazy about him and he wasn’t about to give up on him now. Not when he was so close. Aedan felt his cell phone buzzing against him and saw Gus’ name on the caller ID. “Hey kiddo. How’s it going?” Aedan asked, unable to keep the affection out of his voice. “Good. And don’t call me kiddo.” “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. Gus doesn’t suit you somehow. I envision anyone called Gus wearing Ben Davis overalls and carrying a wrench.” “I know. I have no idea what my mother was thinking when she named me Gus. She must have been in a really butch phase of her life but you’ll have to think of something else to call me ‘cause I don’t like ‘kiddo’, especially since I feel like I’m fourteen whenever I’m around you.” “Okay,” Aedan said seriously. “How about stud, or hottie? Any of those names sit better?” “Stop it. You’re making me want to hurl!” Aedan laughed softly into the phone, just relishing the fact that he had Gus on the end of the line. Listening to him made him so happy; if he could bottle his feelings and sell them, Layton Pharmaceuticals would rule the world. “I’m sorry Gus,” Aedan said, his voice shifting and turning husky. “You are a stud though; you do know that, don’t you? You must know that when I look at you all I can think about is tearing your clothes off and putting my mouth on your beautiful cock. That hearing you say my name over and over while you come in my mouth is like listening to angels singing.” Aedan spoke quietly into the phone, his emotions seeping through the connection and he listened to Gus moaning on the other line, envisioning his long, artistic fingers encircling his stiff cock, rubbing it slowly, knowing full well how Gus was reacting to his words. “God, Aedan, stop it. I’m about to come in my hand.” “Come for me then, angel, although I’d rather you come in my mouth, but this will do for now. That’s what you are Gus, my angel in hot blue jeans. I just found my name for you.” “Guhhhh,” was the only response he got as he too put his hand on his own cock and felt the hot liquid as he came just listening to his young lover’s groaning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You must be wrong,” Ted said again, as he and Blake had yet another conversation about what he’d witnessed at the gym. “I’m not wrong, Teddy. I know what I saw, it was Gus. “Getting blown? That’s impossible, Blake. He’s straighter than an arrow.” “Ted, will you stop saying that. You’re beginning to sound like a fucking parrot. I know he’s been straight all this time and now he’s not. So get over it!” “But that can’t be,” Ted said again, blustering, causing Blake to roll his eyes. “Why do you keep saying that, Teddy? Hasn’t it occurred to you that the boy might be bisexual? People are you know? Maybe he’s just exploring that side, or maybe he’s been that way all along and none of us knew about it. You know how Kinney is about privacy, maybe Gus is just like that.” “I just think we would have known if that were the case,” Ted ranted on. “Brian has never hid any of Gus’ adventures from anyone. Christ, Blake, we’ve heard every single Gus story for years. Brian has bragged about his son’s feats on the football field and off. I’ve heard about every single accomplishment, every trophy won and every woman he’s ever dated. We even got a play-by-play on the divorce. Don’t you think that somewhere along the way I would have heard if Gus were bisexual?” Ted asked Blake earnestly, frowning as he spoke, sincerely trying to figure this all out. “And if I don’t know, there’s a very distinct possibility that Brian and Justin don’t know either.” “Not true,” Blake said realistically, thinking that sometimes Ted could be so incredibly naïve, even if he was almost sixty. “Brian does not share everything with you, Teddy. Much as you’d like to think he does.” “Maybe not, but I certainly feel that in this case, you are wrong. You must have seen someone that looked like Gus.” “You think so, huh? How many people in Pittsburgh look like Brian and Gus Kinney?” “None,” Ted answered. “Exactly my point,” Blake replied. “It was him.” “Okay, let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that you’re right. Who was he with and where have they been hanging out?” “I don’t know his name, but I can find out easily enough. I’m sure they’d tell me at the gym.” “Alright. Find out his name and then we’ll decide what we’re going to do with this information. I don’t want to stir up a bunch of trouble with Brian if I don’t have to.” “You shouldn’t have to do anything, Ted. Leave well enough alone. This is not your business and you should stay out of it,” Blake said adamantly. “It’s my business to take care of my partner and his son. If Gus needs my help then he’ll get it,” Ted answered. “He sure didn’t look like he was suffering in any way,” Blake answered, amused at Ted’s vigilance. “Maybe not at that moment, however, there must be more to this story than what you saw. And I intend to find out every detail, so that when Brian finally learns about this, I’ll have some answers for him.” “Does Brian have any idea how loyal you are to him?” Blake asked his life partner, pulling him down on the bed and embracing him. “He’s never verbally acknowledged it, but my yearly increases in pay and my annual bonuses have told me how much he appreciates me. That’s good enough,” Ted said sincerely. “Teddy, I honestly think you should just leave this alone. Don’t get involved. People usually end up killing the messenger, no matter how good the intentions are. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” Blake said lovingly, pressing his lips to Ted’s neck. “It’s going to be fine, Blake. I’ll be as discreet as possible and I won’t say anything, unless I have to.” “Okay,” Blake said, almost sorry he had ever mentioned seeing Gus. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The ride from Barajas Airport into Madrid was smooth sailing, once they had finally squeezed every last suitcase and body into Molly’s six passenger station wagon. There were suitcases everywhere, much to Brian’s disgust. “Haven’t you guys ever heard of traveling light? What’d you do, buy out most of Europe?” Molly asked, amusement heavy in her voice. “It seems like it,” Justin replied, with a dramatic eye roll. “We’ve been paying huge amounts of money in over-weight charges. My traveling buddies here have no concept of the word, moderation. It is quite ridiculous!” he said, exasperated. “Oh like all your art shit from Florence didn’t add to the pile,” Brian snarked, turning around to look at Justin in the back seat of the car. He sat with a suitcase on his lap and one at his feet, with Sorina and Sasha squeezed in beside him. The trunk of the car was piled high with suitcases, preventing Molly from seeing out the back. She had to use her side mirror for maneuvering. “Well, thank God this is your last stop because you’d have to hire your own jet if you shopped any more,” she said, smiling at her brother and his partner, but enjoying every minute of the ride. She hadn’t seen Justin and his family in over two years and it was such a pleasure to have them, she didn’t care how full the car was. “Paloma is so excited to see you girls and of course you’ve never even met your new cousin, Javier. We had to force him to take his nap or he’d be a mess by the time we got back,” Molly said. “I know,” Sasha said from the backseat. “We’re excited to see them too.” Molly had been married now for over twelve years to a Spanish engineer, Vicente Garcia. Her career as a jewelry designer had taken off years ago and she was almost as well known as her brother. Her pieces were available at Tiffany and most high-end jewelry shops carried at least a few items from her collections. She worked out of her home, in the studio that Vince had built for her. She had conceived her daughter, Paloma, a year after the twins were born. She had named her after Paloma Picasso, one of the world’s greatest jewelry designers, but it had been many years before she could get pregnant again, and only recently, she and Vince were blessed with another child, their baby boy, Javier. Justin had never met him and he had really only seen Paloma three times in twelve years so seeing his niece, and meeting his new nephew was something he and the girls were looking forward to. Brian, on the other hand, had finally reached his fun level with all this wholesome family togetherness. Justin could tell that he was getting restless, anxious to be back in Pittsburgh, at his desk, in his own environment. It had been a wonderful holiday for all of them, but even he was ready to go home. These last few days in Madrid, with his sister and her family would culminate the long vacation and then they’d be ready to get back to normal; he to his studio and Brian to Kinnetik. Later on that evening, after all the kids had been put to bed, Justin asked Molly if she knew of any clubs in their vicinity. Brian wanted to go out and explore gay Madrid. He’d heard all the stories, how Spain had been one of the first countries in the European union to recognize same-sex marriages and all the privileges that entailed. He’d heard that the clubs in Spain were more lenient with nudity and as a result, the floor shows were more risqué, the back rooms more outrageous and gay men had gravitated to Madrid in droves. He needed to see and smell and be around his own kind for just one night or he’d lose his mind. He loved his daughters but he was in desperate need of entertainment. The kind you could only get at a gay club. Now that they could leave the twins for the night and not have to worry about them, he insisted that they find the hottest place around and indulge. Molly and Vince were naturally clueless and so they ‘Googled’ the clubs, deciding on one called ‘Torrero’ which meant bull fighter, appropriate for a gay club, Brian thought. Hopefully there’d be lots of bulls out tonight and he’d get his fill of eye candy. Even though he and Justin had been monogamous for years, they were both realistic enough to acknowledge the need for variety to spice up their sex life and make for more interesting love making. Public sex was something that Brian had always craved and watching someone blow Justin or having someone watch them fuck was exciting for him, especially when the surroundings were new. It was just another tool to enhance their sex life, just like any toy one might keep tucked away in a drawer. They never sought strangers out on their own. It was something they always did together and their forays into that world were always planned. Brian still got off from watching and being watched. It was just something he’d always enjoyed. Justin, on the other hand, didn’t really need to perform in public but he knew that Brian was first and foremost a highly-sexed individual and once in a while this need would rear its ugly head and rather than fight it or try and repress it, he embraced it and participated whole-heartedly. His capacity to match Brian’s sexual energy was never a question; it was in the methods that they differed. What made it alright was the fact that they both knew and accepted this need, and at the end of the night it was to each other they turned, sharing their love with no one else, treasuring each moment they had together, knowing it was a gift. What they did with others was fun and served its purpose, but it was just that, a physical thing they craved occasionally, needing an itch to be scratched and then put away till the next time. There was never any penetration on the visitor’s part and condoms were used at all times, even for blowjobs. Brian was morbidly afraid of catching anything or passing it on to Justin. The bout of syphilis he had endured many years ago had pretty much cemented his fear of unsafe sex. Since he and Justin had been doing it raw for over ten years he refused to take any chances, and these sporadic adventures were always planned very carefully to avoid one minute of anxiety about their health. The last time this had occurred was about a year ago, so it had been a long time and Justin knew that his partner was not to be deterred tonight and so he acquiesced, hoping they’d find what they were looking for. They decided to take a cab, instead of driving themselves. This way they could relax at the club and drink to their hearts content, knowing they would get home safely when they were ready. They got there at around one in the morning, prime-time in Madrid. The Spanish hours suited Brian’s body clock perfectly; everything was pushed back at least three hours. Lunch at two and dinner at ten made much more sense to him and he wished that America would adopt this way of living, especially the two hour siesta, when everything closed from two to four. Thinking about the damage he and Justin could inflict on each other two hours a day only made him hornier than hell. Torrero was twice the size of Babylon. The music was loud and familiar, the lights state-of-the-art. It was decorated in the Baroque style, ornate and rich in velvets and gold, unusual for a dance club but somehow it all worked in this place and Brian was impressed. There were three floors, the first two accessible to everyone. The top floor was for members only or anyone willing to pay the thousand dollars a head cover charge. This alone made it more intriguing and Brian gladly handed over his credit card so that he and Justin could enter this very secret domain. What they found was a mini-theater in the center of the room with eight cubicles fanned around it, like the tentacles of an octopus, with the body being the center stage. Their cubicle was decorated in black and red, very opulent and very eighteenth century. The walls were covered in black wallpaper embossed with fleur-de-lis in black and white. There were candle shaped sconces on either side of the entrance and the two chaise lounges that dominated the center of the room were upholstered in red velvet. There was also an antique black and gold lacquered bureau, which after closer inspection revealed every sex toy they could possibly want, or need, as well as a basket overflowing with condoms in varying sizes and tubes of lube in different colors and flavors. There was a small metal box that looked like a mini-sterilizer that held steaming hot hand towels to use for cleaning up. A bottle of Dom Perignon sat in the silver bucket on the bureau, surrounded by ice, and Brian picked up a crystal champagne glass. It had the word Torrero etched into the side with a picture of a bull and the word Baccarat inscribed on the base. A small platter covered with assorted ‘tapas’ completed the picture. The wall facing the stage was a one-way mirror where they could see the performers, yet no one could see them. The other three walls were solid, assuring them of their privacy. There was also a phone on the table, which was really an intercom, used to call the gentleman in charge of ‘entertainment’ to make requests, should the need arise. A small card printed on the finest linen stationary listed the first names of each performer, as well as the rules of the club. There was also a small blurb on the bottom of the page that mentioned when the last medical inspection had occurred and the fact that all participants were tested on a monthly basis, to avoid any health issues. The rules of Torrero were pretty simple; no fucking the performers, but everything else was okay. It would be at the dancer’s discretion to decide how far they were willing to go, should they be called into a cubicle for a private lap dance. Tipping was allowed and appreciated, as most of the performers were students of some sort. None of them looked to be over twenty-eight. There was nothing like a room-full of twenty-something’s, in varying shades of color, size and shape, to cause an instant rise in Brian’s blood pressure and other parts. Justin was equally intrigued by the variety of choices and as they sat and Brian opened the bottle of ice cold Champagne and poured them each a glass, the night began. The performances were typical, nothing they hadn’t seen before. There were different vignettes being played out by each performer. Some were just pole dancing, others were on a bed, mimicking a sex act or jerking off, there were leather daddies tied to posts and dominators with their whips and chains, Vampires and other paranormals and of course the standard school boy/daddy scenario that seemed to be so popular everywhere. What made this club different was the fact that everyone was naked from the neck down; stark naked with nary a loin cloth, cock-sock or g-string in sight. Whatever costume they needed for their role was in the form of a mask or head gear. Nothing was left to the imagination and whoever had been in charge of finding these men must have loved his job because Brian had never seen so many hot guys in one room at the same time. The cock variety was a sight to behold, each one differing in length and girth but the common denominator was they were all cut and not one penis was less than seven inches. “Who the fuck picked out these guys?” Brian said out loud, blown away by the scene in front of him. “I don’t know,” Justin answered, staring intently out at the dance floor, his eyes fixed on one pole dancer who was around six feet tall with dark hair and a body made for fucking. “Whoever it is has excellent taste. My compliments to the chef, for sure,” he answered, squirming in his seat as he felt himself getting harder by the minute. Brian glanced over at Justin and saw the reaction he was having to the one performer and he picked up the card and then the phone and said, “Is it possible to get dancer number three in here?” They were all standing on numbered spots and this was the only way they were able to distinguish one from the other. Brian received an affirmative answer and he put the phone down to wait for the appearance of ‘Manuel’. After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door and Brian stood up to open it. The dancer was even better up close. His skin was a dark olive color and there was a light layer of stubble on his face. He had green eyes and lips that were made to suck. His body was lean and strands of muscle were clearly visible under the lightly oiled torso. He had a sparking jewel in his belly button and dark, curly pubic hair that was beautifully groomed in a perfect T, stopping at the base of his penis, almost like a highway sign, pointing you in the right direction. “Señor?” he said, and Brian nodded, as he moved him over to where Justin lay half reclining on the lounge chair staring up at him. The dancer reached over to a knob on the wall and turned it, allowing the music from the outside to pipe into their cubicle. He started moving in slow motion, gyrating to the sound of the techno-thumpa coming from the outside. Justin couldn’t take his eyes off him as the dancer approached, with moves that had been choreographed by the best, to titillate and arouse. He straddled the chaise, moving over Justin’s body, as close as possible without actually touching him. Justin lay back and reveled in the view, his breathing changing rapidly, in direct response to the stimuli in front of him. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt a hand pulling his zipper down and he turned to see that Brian had moved over to his side of the chair, pressing his lips to Justin’s ear, even as his hands were busy trying to get into his pants. “You want him, Sunshine?” Brian whispered huskily, completely aroused by the sight of the dancer and Justin’s reaction. “Yes,” Justin whispered, reaching up towards the dancer, moving him forward, towards his mouth. “Wait a minute,” Brian said, standing quickly and grabbing a condom from the basket, and handing it to Justin. Justin took it from him and looked up at the dancer who nodded without any second thoughts. The two men in this room were hotter than anything he had seen in a while and this was no longer going to be a performance. This was turning into a night that he would remember for a long time. Justin rolled the condom onto the stud and then poured some of the Champagne from his glass on the sheathed cock before slowly taking it in his mouth. He started to suck him off, even as Brian began his thing, kneeling at the base of the chaise lounge, pulling Justin’s pants off, then his underwear, burying his face in Justin’s crotch, inhaling his special scent, aroused by the sight of the glistening cock, wet with drops of pre-cum. He opened the tube of lube that he had grabbed earlier and covered his fingers in it, rubbing them along Justin’s crack, penetrating the tight ring, one finger at a time. When three of them were in and Justin squirmed and rutted against his hand he forced one more finger in, hitting his prostate over and over as his mouth sucked and lapped at Justin’s cock, while Justin continued to blow the dancer who was groaning loudly, straddling Justin and moving his hips back and forth, in sync with Brian’s movements. Brian was almost over the edge with the pleasure of having Justin’s cock filling his mouth and watching as his partner destroyed the dancer. Finally, Brian felt Justin go rigid, his balls pulling up as he let go, long hot spurts of come, pouring down Brian’s throat as he swallowed, never letting up the movements with his hand deep inside Justin’s body, prodding his prostate, over and over, the sounds coming from Justin’s throat egging him on. He moved his hand out of Justin when he felt his body go slack and was about to get himself off, when Justin pulled away from the dancer who looked cheated and abandoned, and Brian moved towards Justin who had reached for him needing to kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth, tasting his own come, whispering words of love as he moved his hand towards Brian’s now straining cock. Justin quickly turned over and gestured for Brian to enter him, even as he pulled the dancer down and made him lie underneath him as he rested on all fours, preparing for Brian’s entrance. Brian entered Justin swiftly, pushing against the tight ring that was now open and waiting after he had prepared him a few minutes ago. His hands were gripping the soft white skin on Justin’s hips, moving him back and forth as he proceeded to fuck him with abandon, all the while staring into the green eyes of the dancer who was lying underneath Justin, eyes glazed over with lust, being finished off by the mouth and tongue that had won Brian over years ago. It was a tableau that was worthy of any porn film and anyone observing them would have come in minutes, listening to the moaning and grunting and slap of flesh on flesh. Finally, Brian bellowed as he poured into Justin, almost in sync with the dancer coming into the condom in Justin’s mouth. They all moved in unison, Justin pulling away, not wanting to spend one more second with the intruder, latching on to Brian’s neck and inhaling his scent, whispering endearments into his ear, completely oblivious to the other man in the room. Brian grabbed a handful of bills off the bureau where he had laid them earlier and he gestured for the dancer to leave the cubicle. The man left, reluctantly, observing for the first time, the rings on the pair’s hands, yearning for that kind of a relationship, hoping one day he would be as lucky. The door closed quietly and Justin whispered into Brian’s ears, “I want to be inside you.” Brian kissed him deeply, all the while stepping out of his pants as they lay pooled around his legs. They moved over to the chaise lounge and Brian lay face down, lifting his hips, answering Justin’s question with gestures, no talking needed, never needed between them. Justin hovered over Brian for a nano-second then impaled him with his rigid cock, moaning desperately as their dance began. The night was still young and even though this was a dance that both had learned years ago, it never grew old, and each time brought new memories that were treasured and savored and never taken for granted. TBC