All Good Things

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All Good Things Chapter 16 -- I Will Love Again

We walked into the bar. It was a huge place filled with uber-attractive men that were there for three things: dancing, drinks, and dick. The lighting was well done. It was just bright enough at the bar so that the barkeeps could see what they were doing, while just dark enough on the dance floor to make things interesting. Ray had told us about this place. He said it was a nice enough place to just go, drink a little and then dance a little. In the three months we'd known him, he ended up being a really cool kid, so we took his word for it. The music was HOT, to say the least. It was much hotter than the mid-October breezes outside. Just the sight of crowd and the sound of the music excited both Joey and me. We were ready for a Saturday night of fun to distract us from everything that was going on in our lives. Danny and Matilda had already arrived at the club, and from the looks of things, were the only straight couple in attendance. From where we were standing just inside the door, we could see them perfectly. It looked as though a couple of guys were purposefully moving closer to my brother and his nicely sculpted body. Matilda, though, looked content in the fact that Danny was her man. I kind of got the impression from her, not only that night, but on many other occasions, that she didn't mind the boys giving her boyfriend a good once over, because she was confident enough in the knowledge that he was going home with her. Danny had really helped her rebuild her confidence in the wake of her family's demise, and from the look in her eyes, one could tell that she appreciated it, that she appreciated him.

"What do you have?" the bartender asked as Joey and I walked up to an open spot in one of the club's two bars.

"Cuba libre," I said.

"Same, please," Joey added, taking out his wallet.

"Here you go, guys," the man said as he quickly handed us two plastic cups with our drinks. I handed the man my credit card. "Tab?" he asked.

"Sure," I answered.

"Jake. I can buy my own drinks," Joey protested.

"You got them the last time we got drunk," I countered.

"But we were at my apartment," Joey returned.

"Still counts," I said, winking at Joey. He smiled, realizing that he wasn't going to win the argument. He leaned against the bar, effortlessly looking hot. The dark blue polo he wore covered a white long sleeve tee. Both of them hugged his body nicely. His jeans were a perfect fit, giving those who might try to steal a glance of him a chance to see all his curves, both in the front AND the back.

We finished the first drink of the evening and headed out to the dance floor. We held each other's hands as we waded through the sea of people so as to stand close to Danny and Matilda. As we found them, the DJ started what was the first in a row of Spanish-language dance songs of the evening. The mix opened with "Otro Amor Vendrá," the Spanish version of Lara Fabian's "I Will Love Again." Danny had, like some of the other less spectacular specimens, taken off his shirt and tucked it into his back pocket. The jeans he was wearing left little to the imagination, as they were cut low enough to see the tops of his ass cheeks in the back and the top of his contraband tattoo in the front. Matilda was also dressed quite provocatively, wearing a shirt that left very little to the imagination.

We stopped them from their dance for just a second to say hello. "Are you not wearing any underwear, Danny?"

"Not a stitch. Can't dance in them," he said, moving to stand behind Matilda and wrap his arms around he waist.

"Makes sense," Joey said as he began to let the music overtake his body.

"Joey's not either," I said in a joke with my brother.

"JAKE!" Joey yelled, trying to fake anger with me and turning red with slight embarrassment in the process.

"It's OK, Joey. He's probably wearing some poofy white boxers anyway," Danny said.

"Actually," Joey chimed in, "he's wearing a skimpy little pair of white briefs with dark blue trim that make his ass look edible!" Joey turned to me and stuck his tongue out. It was my turn to be a little rosy in the cheeks.

"And how would you two know these things?" Matilda asked, trying to feign innocence.

"We got dressed at my place," Joey answered, offering her a wicked little smile.

"Ahhh..." Matilda said, returning his smile. The full volume and beat of the music overtook me in a moment. It had been a while since I'd danced like that, and I liked it. For a split second, I thought about Tony and me dancing at some of his frat parties. I thought about spending time with him afterwards, and all the fun we'd had back then. But now it was over. Several months removed were we from the confines of our relationship. I barely thought about him anymore. Sure, he'd been a very important part of my life for a time, but I realized one night, as in an epiphany, that perhaps he and I weren't meant to be together, but to more be two people who, for lack of a better term, were just supposed to teach each other to be comfortable in our own skins again. Either way, I was appreciative to have known him.

I was brought out of my reminiscing by the feeling of warm hands wrapping themselves around my waist from behind and interlacing themselves in front of me. I looked down to see hands in a beautiful brownish hue. Knowing full well who it was, I turned around and smiled at the sight of the man who'd become known in our group as "That Filipino God of Love."

"RAY!!!" I proclaimed as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

"How are you, Jake?"

"I'm so fine," I said, slightly buzzing from the very strong drink I'd had a moment earlier.

"Dude. Why do you state the obvious like that?" he asked with a smile across his face.

"Now you see why I keep you around," I said as Joey wrapped his hands around my waist from behind again. "I feel POPULAR tonight," I said as they both laughed.

"Hey Ray. How are you?"

"I fucking HURT, dude. You worked me out good this week," Ray answered, making reference to the fact that he'd started working out at Joey's gym, with the owner himself serving as his personal trainer. "Thanks, though."

"No problem. So you like the gym?"

"I do. I might just find a boyfriend there," Ray said as the three of us danced together for a moment.

"Well, you're hot already. I don't understand why you haven't found the right guy yet," Joey said.

"Well," Ray started, "I knew three decent gay men. You two might as well be together, and the other one I have sex with three times a day." He held up his left hand and made a masturbation movement. Joey and I laughed hard as he smiled.

"We're just friends, though," Joey said.

"Whatever. You guys might not be having sex every night, but the two of you are definitely together."

"Yeah, Jake. What is it with you spending nearly every night for the last two months at Joey's?" Danny interrupted the conversation.

"We just stay up and play x-box," I answered.

"THAT'S what you kids are calling it these days?" Matilda joked.

"We just call it `Fucking like Mounties'," Danny responded, getting a laugh from everyone around.

"OH MY GOD!" Ray said, laughing harder than any of us. "You are so funny, Danny. Why can't you be gay?"

"Sorry dude, I like pussy too much. I will tell you what, though. If I do come over to your team, you'll be the first person I call, Raycito," my brother said.

"What about me?" Joey asked, trying to play offended.

"Dude. You've already got a Henry boy. He might not be as big as me," Danny said, momentarily clutching his crotch, "but he'll do, I'm sure."

There was another round of laughter from the whole group before Ray was called away by another friend who'd come to the bar with him. We continued to dance as the song changed to Thalía's "The Mexican." Joey really got into the song, turning me around so that I was facing him as he put his arms on my shoulder and getting me into the groove by gyrating his hips in front of me. As he was carrying on, three or four guys came up and asked him to dance. He respectfully declined each of them, telling them that he just came out that night to dance with me. The guys looked discouraged a little bit, but my ego was growing by leaps and bounds. It felt good to have the hottest man in the place dedicating all his attention to me.

The next song turned out to be some trashy remix of a Paulina Rubio song. Rather than even trying to get into the groove of things, Joey and I exited the dance floor and went back to the bar. We got another round of Cuba libres, and stood there to talk for a few minutes. "So, are you having fun?" I asked. He flashed his `trillion dollar smile' at me.

"Oh yeah. I'm here with the hottest man in the world," he said.

"I'll have to remember to tell Danny that you said that," I winked.

He giggled and shook his head for a second before looking back up, directly into my eyes. "Actually, I was talking about..."

"GUYS!!!" Danny yelled, breaking our conversation with his loud voice. "This guy just came up and grabbed my dick!"

"And I almost beat that fool," Matilda added, giving a dirty look in the general direction of the dance floor.

"He was just admiring what he knows he can't have," Danny said, leaning into his girlfriend and giving her a peck on the cheek. "He's just jealous cause your fine self is the only person in this place that can have me." His words calmed Matilda down a bit, actually making her smile.

"Damn right," she said, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek.

"This place rocks!" Ray yelled as he came over to us. "I've gotten three numbers tonight already. Yay!" He ran off again in a second, returning to the dance floor to enjoy himself for a bit longer. The next song was to Danny and Matilda's liking, so they returned to the dance floor themselves, leaving Joey and me to finish our conversation.

"So what were you saying before we were interrupted?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it, babe. We can talk about it later," he said, winking and smiling as he leaned against the counter.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." He flashed his Italian smile, which made me smile in return.

A bit later, we went back out to the dance floor. Joey wrapped his arms around my waist and started dancing in perfect rhythm with the music. At one point, he wrapped one of his legs around my waist and pretended like he was humping me. I'd laughed since Tony and I broke up, but I hadn't laughed like I did in that moment. Not to be outdone, my brother and his girlfriend made a most provocative display of their own affection. Matilda put her hands down the back of Danny's pants and squeezed. The top of his ass cheeks came out of the top of his pants. As at JT's, the gay boys' eyes popped out as they watched my sweaty brother and his girlfriend dance to the song. Underneath the edge of his pants, she wrapped her hands around to the front of his pants. She undid the top button of his pants, revealing his strategically placed tattoo. They were hot, despite the fact that Danny was my brother. Even the DJs seemed to get into their show, fading into the next song with a sound that would let them continue their quite seductive display. It ended with a kiss between the two of them that, honestly, made me blush a little bit, and I rarely get embarrassed by public shows of affection. The crowd, led by me and Joey, cheered them as they broke their kiss, but didn't take their eyes off of each other immediately. It was as if her eyes were saying "Damn," while his were saying "That's what I'm talking about." It was just a known thing that Matilda was going to be a VERY happy woman the next morning.

By the time the bar closed at 2, we were again sober from all the dancing that we'd done. The rum had long since been replaced by bottles of water, but the dancing had remained just as frantic and sexy. Unlike JT's, where we pretty much could stay until the employees were ready to leave for the evening, we were rushed out of this place at two, when the music stopped and the floodlights came on.

Before walking out of the bar for the evening, Danny pulled his shirt over his body. He was happy that he had done that, too, as the temperature had dropped from the time we went into the bar. After quick hugs, they walked off toward Danny's jeep, which was one direction, and Joey and I walked toward my car, which was the opposite direction. We quickly piled in as the chilly breeze was making us realize that we should have worn a coat or something. I started up the car and got the heater going as quickly as I could. Before long, though, we were pulling into one of the two spaces behind Joey's building. There was little to be said between us as he opened the back door to the building and we walked up the stairs to the apartment. We were both tired on that Saturday night, and rather than staying up and watching TV as would have normally been done, we went straight into the bedroom. Joey had, about two months before, purchased an oversized King bed to put in his room. I, for one, can attest to it being probably the most comfortable bed imaginable. It was especially comfortable when my muscles were sore from one of the many workouts Joey had put me through.

"I had a really good time tonight," he said as he began to pull the shirts from his body.

"Me too, Joeycito. It was good to just go out and dance and work out some nervous energy." I pulled my t-shirt off and threw it into a neat place in the floor before doing the same with my jeans and socks.

Joey began to undo each of the buttons in his jeans. He let them fall to the floor, into a pile where his feet had rested. "Would you be offended if I slept naked? I just don't feel like putting on shorts."

"Hell no, I don't mind. It's your bed. Just please don't be pissed if you wake up in the morning and there's a mouth attached to it," I joked.

"And that would be bad how? I seem to remember you being very talented in that respect," he added as he walked to his side of the bed and pulled the covers down for himself.

"I do give good head, but it's been a while. I might be out of practice."

"It's like riding a bike; you never really forget." He climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over his body. "I know somebody you can practice on sometime, if you want."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. He'd be MORE than willing to experience your skills, I'm sure."

"Uh huh..." I said, climbing into the side of the bed that I'd claimed as my own.

"You know, you could take your shorts off, too," he added, giving me a cheesy smile. I stood from the bed and pulled down my shorts, letting them pile into the floor. "Just promise me one thing," he said.

"What's that?"

"Don't leave skid marks on my sheets!" he said as he smiled cheesily.

"You are GROSS, Joey!" I yelled, pulling one of the pillows from behind my head and hitting it with it. He started laughing uncontrollably as I hit him twice.

"So THAT'S the way you want it!" he said, pulling up and taking on his pillows and hitting me back.

"Ahhh...BITCH!" I screamed as an all out, pillow-based brawl started between us. There was screaming and laughing and general merriment had by both of us. I managed to get him down, after a moment, though from the way he went down, I got the impression that he was taking a fall. As he fell and repositioned himself, I threw one leg over his hip. I had him pinned! I laughed evilly as I held the pillow over my head. In what was one of those Mortal Kombat "Finish Him" moments, I could have whacked him one last time and the victory would have been mine. But I looked in his eyes. This big brown eyes, and that smile. God, that smile was one that could melt ice. He moved his hands from a defensive position and let them settle gently on my hips.

"Is this cool?" he asked. I threw the pillow to the side of the bed. With my hands free, I set them on his chest gently and massaged the large orbs of muscle in front of me. "That feels good," he said, smiling at me.

"It does," I said. My hand slid across his skin toward his shoulders, lowering myself on top of him. My hands slipped under the pillow and under his head, lowering my lips closer and closer to his neck and collar bones. I could smell the cologne as it permeated from his skin. He moved one hand from my bare hip and ran the tips of his fingers along my left side, up my pecs and underarm. I smiled as it tickled a little bit.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah." I lifted my head up and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm very much alright."

"Earlier, when I said I was out with the hottest man in the world. I was talking about you." I smiled. It felt good that this man thought I was the most beautiful man on the planet.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he answered. Our lips were millimeters apart. He took the initiative and lifted his head so that our lips met for a brief second. We looked at each other again, and then it was my turn to return the kiss. I pecked his lips once again.

"So you don't consider yourself hot?"

"I don't look bad, but..."

"You're fucking HOT, Joey." I kissed him on the lips again, but with more passion and more energy than the simple peck from the moment before. With little effort, in a move that would make porn stars proud, Joey flipped the two of us so that I was now on the bottom and he was on top of me, with his legs between my spread ones. He positioned himself so that I could feel the head of his hardened penis at the opening of my ass. I also became more than aware of the arousal below my torso. He stopped kissing me for a second and lifted himself off me. "Why'd you stop?" I asked. "You don't have to."

"Oh?"

"I kinda like kissing you," I told him honestly.

"Really? I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I liked kissing you, too. Mind if I do it again?"

"What if I said yes?"

"Then I'd stop and go to sleep, rather than stay here in this uncomfortable position." He made me smile again. I raised my arm and pulled his lips down to mine. He kissed like he did everything else, with passion and energy. He convinced you that you wanted more and more simply giving more and more of himself. It was a trait that made him not only a great trainer but a great friend and a great man. In just a moment, he had me moaning like I hadn't moaned in a long time, just from his kisses. It was almost as if energy were moving freely from his body to mine. He turned us onto our sides and began rubbing my body. He knew just what muscles to pinch and love, spending time on my ass. He seemed to especially appreciate that part of my anatomy. What can I say, though? He's a self professed ass man. "God! You have such a nice ass, Jake." I could see in his eyes he wanted it. He wanted to plow me like he had done before. There was lust and passion in his eyes, but there was also sensitivity and caring...and love. All I could do was moan and return to kissing him. He turned us back over so that I was again on top of him. He was very much in control of the situation, though, placing his hard penis along the crack of my ass. He slowly moved his hips a couple of times. Feeling him there made me want to blow a wad right onto his chest. It had been almost six months since I'd had sex, other than the really amazing blow job from Ray. I knew that I wanted it and that I wanted it from HIM. I pulled off of his lips and looked into his eyes. "What you thinking, babe?"

"That you should always call me babe," I said, smiling at him. I reached over into the nightstand on `his side' of the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube and an oversized condom.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see," I said, smiling at him. "Just lay back and enjoy yourself." With that, he put his hands behind his head. He smiled as I temporarily dismounted myself from him. His huge cock stuck straight up in the air. I set the condom and the lube to the side on the bed and bent over in front of him. I stuck the end of my tongue to the flow of precum that had begun to flow from his dick. He was excited, as it streamed from the head of his throbbing penis.

"Oh fuck!" he said as the tip of my tongue barely grazed the head of his penis. I lapped up the juices quickly so that I could get started on what I really wanted to do for him. I fixed my lips to the head of his penis and let the hard rod slide slowly into my mouth. "OH GOD JAKE!" he screamed as I took as much of the huge dick into my mouth as far as I could. He continued to moan and groan as I continued. He was right. It was like riding a bike. I quickly figured out just where his spots were and played my tongue around them. I was getting a weird thrill out of hearing him moan. I know he was in a place of pure pleasure. It didn't take long to get him to the point where he was about to cum. I wasn't through with him yet, though, and pulled my mouth off his dick. It glistened from my spit. I blew on it gently, just to hear him moan once again.

"Enjoy?"

"Uh huh," he managed to moan through his heavy breaths while he vigorously nodded his head. I smiled evilly.

"Just wait," I whispered in his ear before I kissed him again. I scoured around the bed until I'd found where the lube and condom had ended up. I opened the package with my teeth and spit the edge off into the darkness of the room. I slid the condom of his penis, making sure it was rolled all the way down. "Is that too tight?"

"Nope. It's perfect," he said, having again placed his hands behind his head. I opened the bottle of lube, squeezing some onto his penis and rubbing it in. "I've got to be honest with you about something," he said, slightly scaring me with his tone.

"What?"

"I haven't had sex in a while, so it may not last that long."

"That's fine, Joeycito mío."

"Aren't you going to ask me when the last time I had sex was?" he grinned at me.

"When?" I said as I wiped some lube on my ass.

"When I did you..."

"It's been a year and a half?"

"Uh huh...Granted, I have jacked off and gotten some really good head countless times since then, but I've not had sex. I just had no desire to."

"Wow! You are so amazing, Joey."

"I know it," he said, grinning again, comfortable in the knowledge that he was about to get laid...REALLY WELL!

I straddled his hips again and placed myself on the head of his penis. He was so incredibly patient as he waited on me to get myself in the position I wanted to be in. He let me guide myself down the length of his dick once I did get the massive head past my sphincter. Once I was down, I stayed there for a minute, letting myself get used to him being inside me. "You OK?" he asked.

"Uh huh..." I said, despite the burn that one initially feels when a dick is in his ass. He took my hands in his, and with that simple action, all of the pain went away. He gently massaged the top of my hand with his thumb.

"We don't have to do this, if you don't want to," he said.

"I do, though," I said as I gently pulled myself down so that I could kiss him. Between the kiss and having him in my ass, it was almost as if a complete circle had been created between us, a complete conduit of energy that circled around infinitesimally. I started moving my hips slowly. It felt so good, but more importantly, it felt so right. It felt different than having sex with Tony and Adán. I felt empowered, if that makes any sense.

"I'm close, Jake," Joey said after pounding my ass for a good half hour. "But I want to go again, if that's cool."

"I'm nowhere near, so yeah, that's fine," I answered. Joey lifted me up and began to rapidly pound my ass from beneath me. It burned, in a good way.

"Oh God! OH GOD!" he said as stopped and shoved his dick deep into my ass. He moaned and groaned as he lost his load in my ass. I pulled off his ass as soon as his breathing returned to normal. He ripped off the condom without spilling out the cum inside. He set it on the table beside his bed and almost as quickly wrapped a fresh one over his dick. He grabbed the lube and squeezed some into his hand. He made sure the condom was well lubed before wiping the excess in my ass, putting the edge of two of his fingers inside, just to make sure that there was enough lubrication in there to take him again. Without a conversation, he positioned himself at the opening of my ass. He wasted no time, though, in putting himself into me. He grabbed the heel of my foot and pushed it up, so that he could have easier access to my ass. He used slow and deliberate strokes at first, putting his muscular athletic frame to good use. I loved having him inside me, partly because he knew what he was doing. His facial expressions were just as entertaining. He took this seriously, as he did most things in his life. He wanted me to have a good experience just as much as he wanted to. He was a driven man, so to speak. I let myself relax as he went deep into my body. As the sun began to rise, Joey was still making sweet love to me. I'd still not cum; Joey was getting close, though.

"Oh shit, Joey," I said as the first rumblings of an orgasm coming to a head. I hadn't touched myself, but I was more than ready for the orgasm that I was about to have.

"I know it, babe," he said, dripping sweat from his forehead.

"JOEY!" I yelled, moving my hands and grabbing his hips.

"Oh yeah, babe."

I began shooting my load of cum. There would be cleaning in the morning as splooge hit the headboard, the pillows, my face, my chest, my torso. "FUCK!" I yelled, clamping my ass muscles onto his dick.

"Oh yeah, babe." He quickly pulled out of my ass, and again, in a way that would make a porn star grin with pride, he ripped the condom off his dick and vigorously stroked his cock. He moaned and moaned as he began to shoot all over my body. Our cum mixed together on my face my chest and my torso. The last few drops dripped onto his hand. He sat onto his haunches as the power and energy of the orgasm left both of us. I could see his powerful smile as it wiped across his face. "Shit," he said simply, reaching down and kissing my lips, inadvertently licking off some of the cum that was still on my lips.

"Damn right."

"So am I good?"

"Dude. You are beyond good. I've never had anyone so good that they could shoot cum in my nose!" I answered, getting him to laugh. He leaned down and kissed me again before walking into his bathroom and turning on the light. His body was amazing, but that was nothing compared to who he was on the inside. I watched him as he wet a washcloth and wrung it out, making sure it was damp enough. The bathroom faced `my side' of the bed and so as he walked out, I was the first person he came to. I put my hand out to take the rag from him, but he held it back. Gently, he wiped my face, making sure he got all the cum off my eye.

"Blow," he said as he held the cloth over my nose to clean out the cum that had found its way in there. We smiled together, as he continued to wipe off my body, taking a moment on my torso to make sure the cum was cleaned out of each of the ridges between my ab muscles. They weren't as spectacular as Joey's, but I was proud, nonetheless. I'd worked my ass off for those.

"Thank you," I said as he squeezed the dribble of cum out of my dick.

"No problem. It's my pleasure."

"No babe. It was both of our pleasures," I said. He smiled and then stood and walked back into the bathroom. He put the washcloth in his hamper before standing in front of the toilet and taking a piss.

"I just realized that it's almost 7," Joey said, laughing as he continued to pee.

"Yeah. But it's been a productive night," I said.

"Yes. It definitely has," he said, squeezing his ass muscles as the stream of pee emptied into the bowl.

He walked back into the bedroom and around the foot side of the bed. He climbed in and pulled the cover over both of us. As we both lay on our backs, Joey reached out and took my hand. He again massaged the top of my hand with his thumb. It was sweet. I was happy again for the first time in a long time. After a moment, I turned over onto my side and scooted toward the middle of the bed. Joey took the cue and turned so that he could cuddle up against me. He gently kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine. It was the perfect ending to a perfect night.

"You want to know something?" he asked.

"Sure."

"I could REALLY go for a burrito right now!" he proclaimed. I laughed hard as he squeezed me into an embrace.

A few minutes later, we were asleep. By the time we woke up, still in an embrace, it was afternoon. Joey's assistants had come to open the gym at noon, which I'd come to know they did every Sunday. The sound of weights clanging below woke me up, at least. Joey had gotten used to the sound, I suppose. The last time I spent Saturday night at his house, I turned to look at him after I'd woken up and he was sprawled across the bed, with his mouth wide open. If I'd had a camera, I would have taken a picture of it.

I felt him move in the bed beside me. His breathing changed a little bit, as he took a few deeper breaths, letting me know that he was coming again into the land of the living with me. "Morning, babe," he whispered before loving kissing my neck through the haze he was still in.

"Good morning," I answered happily, but in a quiet tone.

"Sleep well?"

"I did. There was this incredible man holding me."

"Awww...and you still came back and got in bed with me before I woke up," he said. I could feel the smile on his face.

I reached back and playfully hit him on his muscular thigh, saying, "You know who I'm talking about, papi."

"So what time do you have be at home?" he asked, remembering before I did that I'd promised my mother that I'd spend some time with her and Aunt Freda, helping them get ready for Thanksgiving dinner that Monday.

"I told Mom I'd be there around 2 or 2:30," I answered. He lifted his left arm from around my waist, shaking his arm a bit to turn his watch around into his view.

"Shit. I'm going to lose you sooner than I thought," he said.

"What time is it?"

"1:45," he answered.

"Damn!" I answered, feeling compelled for a moment to stay exactly where I was, naked with Joey.

"I wish you didn't have to go," he said.

"I wish you didn't have to go to Vancouver tonight," I said, remembering that he was going with his mother and grandmother to visit his sister on the West coast. He put his arm back around my waist. It felt good to be held again in a loving embrace.

"Damn right," he said. There was another moment of silence. "Would you tell me I was weird if I told you that I liked the way you smelled?"

"No."

"What if I licked your neck and told you that you tasted good?"

"Maybe," I joked. Again, I could feel the smile on his face. With the tip of his tongue, he licked up my backbone. "Fucking-a," I said at the sensations being sent all over my body by his one simple action.

"Hmmm...tasty," he said. I laughed.

"You know, I wish we had the time to do a repeat of last night."

"Me too. But I'm going to be back Tuesday. We can get together then, if you want. If you don't, though, that's fine, too..." he said, in the true Piscean nature to be accommodating.

"If you think I'm not, you're crazy," I said, getting a kiss on the back from him. I turned around and looked into his face. Taking the initiative, I reached in and kissed him on the lips. As our lips intertwined, I felt his energy again, flowing freely from his body to mine.

"I guess we better get going," he said between kisses.

"Yeah," I commented before going back into his lips and reaching around to slap him playfully on the ass a couple of times. "OK," I said, pulling away from him finally and getting out of the bed.

"You have such a cute ass," he said as I pulled on my underwear and jeans.

I turned to look at him as he continued to lie on the bed. "And you, dearest, are a priceless work of art," I said as I looked at him with his muscular arms behind his head, his body sprawled out so that I could the ridged that divided where each of his muscles began and ended. And then there was his massive organ, lying gingerly on his right thigh, spent from the night and early morning of making love.

He blew me a kiss as I went to pull my shirt over my head. Just imagine two luscious lips forming a pucker and then blowing a kiss toward you; it's an inexplicable feeling as the shivers run through your body. I sat back down on `my side' of the bed to put my socks and shoes on. Joey leaned over and put his hand underneath my shirt, just so that he could run his hand on my back. I didn't want to leave him there; it felt so good to have his attention, undivided and complete. When my shoes were laced, I turned to face him again. He sat up on his right elbow.

"What time will you be back on Tuesday?" I asked.

"Around 6 in the evening," he answered.

"Would you like me to pick you guys up at the airport?" I offered.

"Dad's actually coming to get us," Joey answered. "I wish you were coming to get me, but Mom already made all the arrangements."

"Oh. Alright then babe. Will you call me as soon as you get back?" I asked.

"Only if you promise to meet me here."

"I can do that," I smiled. I leaned in and kissed him once more on the lips. "And call me the minute you get to Vancouver."

"Yes sir," he responded. He got off the bed as I stood and started to gather my things from around the room. He gave me a big hug before he would let me leave the room. "Alright, you better go before I try to put your in a suitcase and take you with me."

"Yes sir," I said, pecking him on the lips once again.

After what was one of the longest good byes in the history of the world, I finally made my way downstairs to the back of the building where my car was parked. It had turned out to be a bright and sunny afternoon. It was one of those afternoons when you just wanted to let the top down on your car and enjoy the fact that it wasn't freezing or scorching, but rather a nice temperature in between. As I started the car, a CD that Joey had made me the night before began to play. The mix put me back into the mood to dance. I know that, as I drove home, the people driving around me must have thought I was crazy as I sang along with most of the songs on that I was able to listen to on the way home, especially Toni Braxton's "You're Makin' Me High."

By the time I got home, I was ready to go back to bed. I didn't want to get up when I did, but Joey and I both had things to do. He was leaving around five for Vancouver, and I'd made a promise to my mother that I would help her get ready for Thanksgiving dinner with the family. After a quick trip to the bathroom and a wash of the hands, I went back downstairs only to have Mom put me to work chopping vegetables for the meal the next day. It was a nice, quiet afternoon that gave me time to think about what had happened the night before. I smiled as I thought of the loving way he kissed me and the way he held me close to him. Could it be that I had fallen in love with him and that's why the feelings were so strong and intense? Could it be that I'd finally managed to get over the pain and hurt inflicted upon me by Tony and found love again? Either way, I was happy again, and that was really all that mattered, right?

The evening went by quickly. Mom and Freda, after working all evening, went to bed early, leaving me to my own devices. I sat up in the living room watching TV for at least three hours. By 10:30, I was starting to doze. I wanted to talk to Joey before I went to bed, but I was afraid that I would soon be asleep. My phone finally rang as I was just about to fall asleep on the couch.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Did I wake you?" Joey asked sweetly.

"Oh no, babe. I was awake, waiting on your fine ass to call me."

"Ahh...horrible liar," he said as I yawned into the phone.

"I'm not lying!" I joked.

"Yes you are."

"OK. I am. I was falling asleep, but I was waiting on you to call me."

"Aww...How sweet!" he said as the sound of children screaming in the background was so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear.

"That was one of your nephews, I take it."

"Yeah. My sister let them stay up until we got here, and now they won't go to bed."

"Pobrecitos! They just want to hang out with their awesome Uncle Joey."

"Yeah. Conner, the oldest, wants me to read him a story before he goes to bed. Cameron, on the other hand, wants me to sing him a song. They were cute arguing about who got me first a few minutes ago."

"How sweet!"

"Yeah. They're really cool kids," he added. "I told them though that I had to come out and call you first, though. Cause you're my first boy!"

I was brought to giddy giggling at the thought of being his "first boy." "Did you actually tell them that?" I asked.

"Uh huh...They asked why you didn't come. I told them that you had to play with your nephew tomorrow. Are they going to get to come?"

"Yeah. They're coming down in the morning from Ottawa," I said.

"Cool. Give your sister a hug for me."

"I will. She'll be pissed, though. She'd rather actually be hugging you."

"She just likes to feel me up."

"Yeah. But, then again, I do, too."

"You're gonna give me a hard on if you keep talking like that."

"Just think about the Golden Girls, and it'll be gone in no time."

"EWW!!! I don't know that I'll ever be able to get it hard again."

"Yes you will; just wait until Tuesday night."

"You promise?" he asked.

"Grrr...."

"I'm sure that seeing you again will fix me of that problem."

"Yeah. I hope it does, anyway," I said.

"Oh yeah. I always seem to have something to take care of when I'm around you."

"I understand, completely," I said, becoming aware of the sexual energy between us, despite the thousands of kilometers that separated the two of us.

"JOEY!!!" I heard a child yell in the background.

"Hold on, Con-Con. I'll be inside in a second."

"Are you still talking to Jake?" the boy asked.

"Yes. Would you like to talk to him?" Joey requested.

"Uh huh!" he said. Joey handed him the phone. "Hey Jake."

"Hey Conner! How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm doing really well," I answered.

"That's good. Are you Joey's boyfriend?" he asked blatantly. Joey laughed in the background.

"I would like that, very much," I said.

"He said he wants to be your boyfriend," Conner told Joey in a playful tone. Joey could still be heard laughing in the background. "Can I come to your house and play?"

"Of course you can, Conner."

"Alrighty. The next time we come to see Grandma, I'm gonna come over. OK?" the kid said.

"I look forward to it. Can I talk to Joey again?"

"Hold on!" Conner said. "He wants to talk to you again," he declared as he handed the phone back to Joey. I was smiling.

"Alright. Go back inside and get ready for bed. I will be inside to read you a story in just a few minutes," Joey instructed.

"OK, Joey," he said. I heard the trample of his little feet running and the sound of a creaking door opening and then slamming shut.

"Sorry about that," Joey said as he pulled the phone back to his head.

"It's alright, babe. He's cute, and it sounds like he's quite attached to his uncle."

"I wish they lived closer. Both of them are awesome. I swear I didn't put him up to that question, by the way," he added.

"It's fine. I was trying to figure out a way to tell you that anyway."

"And I was trying to figure out a way to ask you."

"Ahh...the abilities of children."

"Right!" There was a silence between us for a second. It was alright, though, as it wasn't an uncomfortable one. To contrast, it was a sweet one.

"Ay..." I interjected to cut the silence after a moment.

"Right. Well, I guess I better back inside and help get these kids to bed. I can see them running around my sister and mother like wild heathens."

"Alright, babe. Have sweet dreams."

"You, too, Jake. Wish I could be there with you."

"Would we get much sleep?"

"Probably not," he said, giggling.

"Alrighty, Joey."

"Yeah. Love you, babe," he said.

"Aww..."

"What?"

"That's the first time you said you love me," I said.

"Sneaky, ain't I?"

"Yeah, but I love you, too, so it's alright."

"Hell yeah!" he said. "Cool. So I'm gonna go now."

"Alright. Go put your nephews to bed."

"Yeah. Night, Jake."

"Night amorcito," I said, pulling the phone from my head and shutting it.

"So you've got a boyfriend again," Mom said from behind me.

"Oh shit! I didn't realize you were up."

"Not a problem. I just got up a minute ago. Long enough to hear you tell somebody that you loved them," she said.

"Three guesses who it is," I said.

"Joey?"

"Right on the first try!!!" I said.

"What do I win?" she asked as she sat in the chair opposite from me.

"Not having to listen to me complain about not having a boyfriend."

"You know there is life after a boyfriend, right?" she asked.

"I know. It feels right, though."

"Alright," she said, standing again. "Go to bed. We've got a lot to do in the morning," she walked out the room.

"Yes ma'am," I said, climbing off the couch and walked a few steps behind her up the stairs to my bedroom.

After taking a pee, I climbed into the bed. Images of Joey played through my mind. Smiling, I drifted off into sleep, thinking sweetly of the embrace I'd been in the night before and the embraces that would be mine in the future.