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-------------------------------------------------- Channing's Visit - Chapter 5 -------------------------------------------------- So so so so sorry for the delay! But, many thanks to all who e-mail me: Jess, Drew, Jack, Paul, Heath, Aaron! You guys are keeping me going!
As a quick note, I know I know I know you guys want a threesome and I PROMISE it will happen eventually, it's just hard to work it in right now! It WILL happen someday! --------------------------------------------------
Joey and I cleaned in relative silence, unsure of what to say to each other. In an attempt to elevate the mood, I popped another bottle of wine and filled our glasses. Joey smiled lightly and took a hearty swig. By the time the dishes disappeared and our wine glasses were drained, it was past one in the morning and we were both getting close to a dangerous state of drunk.
"I am truly sorry for having to bring down the mood of the night," Joey said, leaning on the counter, sleeves rolled up. He kept his brown eye on me as he brought his empty glass to his lips. Then, realizing the lack of wine, chuckled. "May I start another one?"
"I think the night may call for it," I mused. "But, not another sauvignon."
He swiveled his slender hips towards the red wine rack, inspecting each as he spoke. "I was hoping we all could have a couple of days of fun before I had to be the bearer of bad news, you know? Go see a movie or go out somewhere."
I nodded despite the fact that he had his back to me. "It's not your fault. I knew it was coming as soon as you got here."
Joey turned with a bottle in hand. "How so?"
"Owen never sends people," I explained as I examined his choice, a wonderful cabernet franc. "If something happens, he comes himself. So, when you showed up, I knew it wasn't going to be for just a casual friend weekend." The `Looper' star nodded thoughtfully and, as he grabbed the corkscrew, an idea came to me. "You know what? I promised you I would show you the studio."
His face lit up. "Right now?"
"Why not?"
He shrugged, poured some wine in our glasses and gestured for me to lead the way. I slowed my pace as we passed the first of the guest rooms, but heard nothing but silence from inside. Joey paused to do the same, then continued on.
The concrete was cold under my bare feet as I sped across the pool. Whereas I was wearing skimpy shorts and a tank, Joey had on jeans and a light sweater. I burst through the guesthouse door, shivering slightly and happy to be in warmer air. Joey entered in silence, taking in every detail and stepping lightly, as if on hallowed ground. I navigated around canvases, blank and full, spare brushes, tubes of paint to the main room. There stood five canvases of varying sizes on easels, all with some degree of paint, most minimal.
Joey walked up to each one silently, glass of wine in one hand, bottle in the other. He made no movement other than the slight tilt of the head as he absorbed each piece. When he stopped at the green orb, I saw his eyebrows scrunch. He contemplated it for a second before pivoting to face me. "This is eerily familiar. Whose eye is this?"
It was my turn to scrunch as I joined him. "Eye?"
"Is... I'm sorry. It looked like an iris with no retina to me."
I stepped in front of Joey and stared at the sphere. Having not painted for several days, I found myself looking at it not as the artist, but a spectator like Joey. There was nothing outwardly anatomical about it, nothing that screamed `eyeball', but... he was right. It WAS an eye. And, even more amazing, it was familiar to me as well.
I set my glass down on a nearby window then scrambled to find some paint. Too many colors, too many empty tubes. I made a mental note to clean and organize. When I finally found the black I was looking for, I found myself at a loss for a clean brush. Throwing all caution to the wind, I spurted a gob of the paint on my two fingers and approached the canvas. After careful consideration, I placed my fingers in the center of the orb, marking it with black.
I made a move to step back when another impulse struck me. I maneuvered my fingers until the shape in the center was no longer round, but slightly resembled a heart. Then, I dragged my fingers straight down to the bottom of the canvas, streaking it from dark black to a barely visible grey.
I retreated from the piece and ended up next to Joey. We spent a good minute in silence taking in the new changes. I was pleased.
"Thanks," I said.
Joey's eyebrows went up. "For...?"
I moved into the small kitchen to wash the paint from my fingers. "I don't really have a set process. I set up the canvas and bring in all the paint and brushes and... well, I just... wait. I wait until something strikes me; an impulse, a thought, an image, a mood. And, then I paint it. Or part of it. That orb has been green for about two weeks. And, it was just a circle for a month before that." He handed me the wine glass, listening raptly. "So, your interpretation of what was already there has formed an image in my mind of what it will be. And, I will paint that."
Joey looked starstruck as he smiled. "Well... I'm honored to be a part of your process. Cheers."
We toasted and drank our glasses empty. Joey refilled one last time, then returned to the canvases, taking them all in. "So, I suppose it would be pointless for me to ask what the rest of them are?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. And, by all means, guess. You seem to be my muse this evening."
Joey shook his head. "I really have no idea. But, it all seems so... known. As if it's something or someone I've met. It's a strange feeling."
"Maybe you're just drunk," I teased. Joey chuckled and nudged me playfully. "I'm not the only one, I bet."
I smiled. "Well, how about we check out the stuff upstairs, then we can go back inside and crack open one last bottle."
"Sounds good."
I lead the way upstairs, Joey following close behind. The small hallway was filled with pieces from my early career, more technical than emotional. Regardless of their content, I cherished each one. Joey moved from piece to piece carefully without saying a word. I did the same, thinking back to each one. As I languished in one memory, I suddenly felt a body behind me.
Joey's body met mine at every point possible. I could feel his chest on my back, his hands on my waist and a certain hardness resting on my ass. Without moving, I chuckled. "I thought you were straight."
"I most certainly am," he replied, his breath sending chills across my body. "But, I can appreciate an attractive man and you, Reagan, have a beautiful body. And, let me just say that it is very difficult to ignore when walking up stairs behind you."
"How convenient," I snickered breathlessly. "I thought you were interested in my art."
I felt Joey's lips brush the back of my ear. "Oh, I certainly am. Right now, though, I can't stop thinking about your ass in those shorts." To emphasize his point, he pushed his hips forward into me. I turned to face him and was met with a sensual gaze so hot it could melt steel. However, before I had composed a single thought, his lips were on mine.
My momentary shock disappeared as he surrounded my body with his. Joey's arms wound around me, pulling me impossibly closer to him as our tongues dueled. I couldn't help but realize that this was the first time in a long time that I had been kissed by anyone. That thought sent a surge of passion through me and I found myself enjoying the contact even more.
I put my hands on Joey's hips and began walking to the nearby bedroom, guiding him blindly. Simultaneously, my fingers crept down the front of his jeans, gingerly touching the hard mound in his groin. From the feel of it, I was in for a treat. Joey moaned appreciatively at the contact, never releasing from our kiss.
As soon as we entered the bedroom, Joey sat down in the single plush armchair. "I hope I'm not taking advantage of your hospitality," he smirked. I responded by kneeling in front of him and yanking open his button-fly jeans. "I don't think it counts as taking advantage of someone when they're as into it as you are."
Joey smiled as he lifted his slender hips and allowed me to pull down his jeans and underwear. I was greeted by an arrow-straight, throbbing erection standing amidst a neatly trimmed bush of dark hair. Joey's dick stood up at a ninety-degree angle from his body at a respectable seven and a half inches. But, the glory of it was the thick, bulbous head that was already leaking. As I put my hand around it, I could feel the heat emanating, like a radiator. I wasted absolutely no time as I wrapped my lips around him.
"Oh, my god," Joey gasped, tangling his fingers in my hair. His breath hitched as I greedily swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his juices. I savored the sweetness of his precum as I dove nose-first into his crotch. The girth of his head filled my throat completely, bringing me close to gagging. Joey, however, loved every second. He groaned loudly as he brought his hips up into my face. My head swirled with the undeniable scent of Joey's body.
As I released his cock from my throat, Joey sat up and latched his lips onto mine, kissing me hungrily. I was turned on and confused all at once. For a straight man, Joey seemed not to mind the fact that I had just had him in my mouth. Yet, I wasn't going to be the one to refuse. As soon as the kiss ended, I resumed my oral assault, this time on the low-hanging orbs below. Joey sucked in a deep breath as he took over jerking his dick.
I stared up at him as I sucked in one ball, then the other, massaging them with my tongue. While his right hand worked his cock passionately, his left alternated between gripping my hair and brushing back his own. The move, although simple, was extremely sexy to watch.
Joey opened his eyes and zeroed in on my own. I kept his gaze as I slowly licked up his shaft and took just the tip between my lips. It was the sexiest staring contest I had ever been involved in. But, that too, was short lived.
I found myself, once again, in a lip lock with Joey, his hands at the nape of my neck. Refusing to let go of my newfound prize, I was gently caressing his erection between us. I was mesmerized by the feel of it. Joey suddenly detached and stood me up, then turned me away from him. I felt my own hard dick pulse in anticipation at what I assumed was happening next. Sure enough, his slender fingers hooked my shorts and briefs, slowly lowering them down my legs.
Joey said nothing as he sat back, his hands gently exploring my ass. I stepped out of the puddle of clothes around my feet and moved back, straddling his legs. Then, slowly, I lowered myself down to meet his rigid pole. There was a pause when our bodies met, Joey's thick member waiting for entrance. I took a deep breath and sunk down onto it.
A faint whimper escaped my throat at his cock stretched me. From Joey, a mix between a pleasured moan and a laugh. His dick, as if it had a mind of its own, pulsed and jumped inside of me. I hovered for a minute before continuing the drop, stopping only when I felt Joey's body meet mine.
"Reagan, your ass is amazing," Joey said breathily, his fingers curled around my hips. I couldn't manage a response. The heat from his turgid member seemed to spread through me, warming my body even more than it already was. The warmth moved throughout my body and, with it, lust.
My brain was left behind as my body took over and began to ride Joey slowly. I leaned forward, bracing myself on his legs, and went to town. There was no easing into it for me. I speared myself on Joey's dick over and over, sending waves of pleasure through both of us. I was soon panting from the physical exertion. My legs, supporting the awkward position, began to shake. Joey sensed this and pulled me back until I was resting on top of him. I placed my bare feet on his knees as he thrust up and into me.
Joey's pace was slower, more passionate. He slid one arm around my stomach and used the other to turn my head to meet his lips. I was too into the sensations in my hole to focus on the kiss, so Joey contented himself by nibbling and biting at my neck and shoulder. Some were so faint, they could have been kisses whereas others made me draw a breath. Either way, I was in heaven.
Joey continued sliding in and out of me for an immeasurable amount of time before he shifted below me. I emerged from my sexual haze to hear him whisper, "Switch places with me." I reluctantly stood, feeling empty as we detached, and let Joey stand. He gestured to the chair and I sat, craving him inside of me again. In one brisk movement, he removed his sweater and shirt, then stood before me.
My legs lifted instinctively as he approached, making him smile. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and guided his cock back into me. I felt my back arch as he brushed against my prostate, sending me into high orbit. Behind Joey's head, my toes curled so hard they popped. My unattended erection let out a spurt of juice, begging for attention.
Joey resumed his languid pace, sliding his dick almost entirely out of me before easing back in. He occasionally bit his top lip, an unbearably sexy face. As I gazed lustily at the star, he grinned boyishly before leaning into a quick kiss. "You have the best ass I've ever had the pleasure to be in," he whispered, our lips so close they were touching. I felt my face flush. "I'm sure you say that to all your bottoms."
"Seriously, Reagan, you could make a man reconsider his orientation," he smiled, emphasizing his point with a deep thrust. I threw my head back which brushed our faces together briefly. Joey took the opening to nibble my neck, something that pushed my arousal to the next level. I could sense that I might cum soon.
But, to be polite, guests first.
Joey began to pick up the pace. He stood and placed his hands on the back of the armchair, using his entire torso to fuck me. I watched, entranced, as his abs tightened as his hips came forward to meet mine. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest, making him glisten in the low light. His mouth hung slightly open, eyes closed. He was so close.
And, just like that, he pulled himself out of me and stepped back, letting my legs drop. Somehow, I knew exactly what he wanted. In the blink of an eye, I slid out of the chair and knelt in front of him. As soon as my knees hit the floor, Joey let out something between a squeak and a moan and the first shot hit me square on the cheek. The next on my lips and the next stretched from my forehead to the tip of my nose. Not wanting to be wasteful, I lunged forward and took Joey's surging rod in my mouth. The ensuing shots coated my tongue and throat before I swallowed eagerly.
The combined taste of his load, the feel of his cock in my mouth, the sensations still running through my own body sent that familiar tingle through me. Still latched on to Joey's piece, I took my own in my hand and gave it a few tugs before leaning back and spurting all over myself. I felt dizzy, as if each shot was draining the very life out of me. I shook and shuddered through an amazing orgasm, collapsing back on the chair after.
Joey, coming down from his own orgasmic high, sighed deeply, then looked down at me and laughed. "Wow. We made quite a mess."
"Conveniently all on me," I quipped, smiling. Joey nodded then, in a surprising move, bent over and pressed his lips to my cum-coated face. We kissed passionately for a long while before he stood, a slight sheen on his own face.
"Is it okay if I crash up here?" he asked. "All of that wine kind of caught up to me."
I knew the feeling. "No problem. I'm going to take a shower and clean up."
Joey pulled up his boxers, kicked off his jeans and literally threw himself onto the nearby bed. I retreated to the bathroom, took a quick shower and pulled on some spare clothes. Thinking ahead, I took two of the glasses I normally used for decoration, filled them with water and grabbed some aspirin from the cabinet. I downed mine and made to hand Joey his as I exited, but found him fast asleep under the duvet. I set the provisions on the table next to him, then headed to the opposite side.
As I looked out of the window at my darkened house, I wondered if Channing was okay...
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