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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT James
I watch Daniel enjoy himself in the club and he's hot as hell, dancing with that blond girl. The guys watching him are outright jealous of his seemingly steamy relationship with the unknown woman.
Now, sipping more slowly on my third beer, I know I've reached my limit for the evening. I'm more of a wine and whiskey kind of guy and the beer makes me feel bloated. No point in changing my selection now, because I don't think this place has any decent wine or whiskey to begin with. If I mix my drinks at this point, I'll end up feeling like crap in the morning.
Daniel keeps looking in my direction and my heart goes out to him, to join him, but, I'm not that much of an exhibitionist when it comes to the dancefloor. It's never been my strong suit and will only make me end up looking like a fool.
I wonder why he hasn't told me he loves me yet. Is it because he's afraid that I'll leave him? I smirk to myself. If he only had an inkling of what was coming. He's going to be so surprised by my idea. He'll love it.
At least, I hope so.
My heart twinges in my chest at the thought that he might not.
We leave the club after 1:00 am and head back to the hotel. I had to wake poor Paul up when we got to the cab. He must've been exhausted. It's been a long day for him too.
Daniel is in a good mood and the image of him bumping away on the dance floor is still fresh in my mind. I can smell the fresh sweat on his body and it's making me hard.
I walk Daniel to his door and, as he opens it with his access card, he turns to me. "Good night James. Thank you for a cool evening. I had such a ball in the club and am sorry you didn't enjoy it as much as I did. That Jessica was something, hey? If I was straight she'd be sitting on my dick by now." He grabs his package firmly, as if to prove his point.
I nod. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" I take hold of his waist and crush him to me, planting a firm kiss on his lips. But he doesn't open them, to allow me to possess him fully. Instead he pushes me away with his palms on my chest.
I let go of him.
"Not tonight James. I'm tired." And he turns around and enters the room and shuts the door. Leaving me standing there, wanting and marginally fucked off.
What the hell is his problem?!
Adjusting my semi-hard cock, I walk to my room and enter it.
What a crap day this has turned out to be.
The following morning, I wake up, shower and get dressed before I head off to breakfast. Though the food is great it's starting to become tiring, eating from the same menu, and I only grab a yoghurt and some diced pineapple and strawberries. Taking hold of the black pepper grinder, I grind some of it onto strawberries, in order to make them taste sweeter, and sit down to eat.
Daniel comes waltzing in, looking well rested and nods in my direction, when he spots me staring at him.
After he's dished up a good helping of bacon, sausage, eggs and toast, he comes and sits down opposite me.
"Morning handsome. Did you sleep well?" He chirps.
Sure, yes, fucking awesome, since you left me cold at your door. But instead I say, "Fine thanks. You?"
"Like a baby." He grins.
"Who then helped change your nappy?" I couldn't resist.
"Bitch!" He quips.
I want to reciprocate but bite my tongue. No point in starting an argument. It's clear that we are getting close to one and I'm not in the mood right now.
Changing the subject, "I wanted to tell you that I've booked us a weekend at the Twelve Apostles for this coming weekend. You game?"
I know he's always wanted to stay there and had told me so a few times.
His eyes light up. "That ... will be awesome! Thanks James. From Friday to Sunday?"
"No. from Friday to Monday morning." I stab at the one strawberry with my fork and put it in my mouth. It's deliciously sweet, with a hint of tanginess on my tongue. Fuck! I love this stuff.
"Wow. Thanks. I've always wanted to stay there."
"I know. You wouldn't shut up about it." I smirk at him.
"Ok, ok. I know. Thank you so much."
"Now does this mean that's I'll be getting some, sometime soon?" I wink at him, trying to lighten the mood.
His eyes darken but he shakes it off and smiles. "Yeah sure, of course. The least I can do.
He might as well have punched me in my stomach. I don't need any pity-sex. But, again, I say nothing.
Once we're done with breakfast we take a walk down from the hotel to Victoria Road, which is the main road between the beach and Camps Bay itself, and walk on the sidewalk, looking at the various cafés and trinket shops. There's a lot of people so early in the day and the sun is scorching us already. Even if its only after ten in the morning.
We cross the road and head down the beach, strolling leisurely, and I take Daniel's hand. He doesn't refuse me and what must be so romantic, like in the films, we walk for over an hour up and down the beach. Children and dogs all come running around us or head into or from the ocean. There's happy laughter and kids screaming from delirious joy. The poor parents, mostly mothers, try and keep them under control and I have to smile to myself how they can't enjoy the day as much as the children, because they're playing referee, caretaker, policemen and lifeguard, all at the same time.
What it must be to be a parent.
I stop and look at Daniel. "Have you ever thought of having kids of your own?"
He twists his mouth, as he seriously considers my questions.
Finally, "Not really thought about it. I think it would be nice though. Having a little mini-me running around and getting up to mischief would be fun. On looking at these people, maybe a hell of a lot of hard work. Why do you ask?"
"Mini-you? And if it was a mini-me?" I chuckle and ignore his question.
"Why not a mini-me and a mini-you?" He winks.
Thank God, the moodiness seems to be over and Daniel is acting like his old self.
"That sounds like a great idea. Not today or even next week or next month or next year even." I inhale deeply and aloud for him to realize that the idea makes me nervous.
"You can say that again." He smiles and continues walking, dragging me by the hand a little.
Then he surprises me. "We would need a lot of practice first." Staring straight ahead as he says that.
"You know we don't actually make the baby in the natural sense?" I look at him incredulous.
"No? Really?! And here I was concerned it would ruin my figure." He snips.
Sarcastic little fuck.
I pull his hand back hard and he collides with my body. Grabbing him into a full embrace, I make out with him, right here and now, in front of everyone on the beach.
I hear, "Mommy, mommy, mommy! Why is that uncle giving that uncle a kiss like you and daddy kiss?!"
Her reply comes loud and clear. "Come here Sarah! Stay away from them! They aren't normal!"
I let go of Daniel abruptly and we both stare at the mother in disbelief. She glares at us like we're from another planet and drags her child moaning and resisting all the way back to their umbrella.
Somethings never change.
Glancing back at Daniel, I can see he looks very sad and so I simply put my arm around his shoulders and we continue ambling along the edge of the water.
Daniel's moods are starting to give me whiplash and when we're back at the hotel I decide to take matters into my own hands.
I guide him to my room and once inside I start stripping him. He just stands there but I persist. He'll feel better soon. I lift up his T-shirt and he lifts his arms for me to pull it off of him. Then I pull down his shorts and briefs in one go and his semi-hard cock's dangling above his hairy sack.
I let him step out of it when I reach his feet and get back up, facing him.
"Is something wrong?" I ask.
"No. Let's do this." And as if to put words into action, he starts unbuttoning my Hawaiian shirt and pulls it backwards, down my arms, and throws it on the floor. Next, he unties my swimming trunks and pulls them down my legs, leaning down, as he does so, and lets me step out of them. I kick them to one side.
He stands up and grabs my fast, hardening, cock with both his hands.
I glance down and see he's still a little more than semi-erect. Not entirely into this, is he?
I grasp his hands and pull them off me. "Wait!"
He just stands there with his hands in mine, staring down. I let go of his hands and lift his chin up and let him look at me. "You don't want to do this, do you?"
"No, no. It's ok."
Heat, of the bad sort, emanates from my chest into my back and envelopes me like a fire, heating my pulse and sending my temper into a tailspin.
I've had enough.
"Ar you fucking kidding me?!!! Don't do me any favours! Get dressed and get out! I don't need any pity-sex from you!" I turn around and start dressing myself.
I don't know what his reaction was and he doesn't say anything but bends down and picks up his clothes, dresses himself and leaves my room.
Fuck! That went fucking well.
What am I going to do with him? He's driving me fucking crazy!
I avoid him for the rest of the day and while I'm watching CNN, it hits me. He's been cooped up in this hotel and in my company for weeks now. He needs to get a job or something to do for himself instead of relying on me for everything. It will also help him get rid of his stupid victim mentality and give him a purpose and a sense of independence.
I grab my phone and go stand at the open patio doors. There's a cool salty ocean breeze blowing in and it causes goose-bumps all over my exposed body. I dial Mark.
He doesn't answer and as it gets to voicemail, I'm about to leave a message when I see someone is trying to call me. It's Mark and so I end my call and pick up his.
"Hey Mark. James here."
"I know, how you guys doing?"
"Not well. I'm afraid. Daniel's driving me fucking nuts and I need to get him something to do except spend all day with me. He's starting to behave like a bored housewife and it's driving me fucking crazy. Can you possibly help me?"
"I can see how that could happen. Let me see what I can do and I'll get back to you. What exactly did he do in his previous job?"
I tell Mark the bit of what I observed of Daniel's responsibilities and he says he'll get back to me.
I seriously hope he can because there's no one else I know in this town and I wouldn't know where to begin to help him.
Feeling like he owes me or has to depend on me, isn't healthy. He needs to be his own man.
Let's hope Mark can make something happen for him.