Symmetry

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Symmetry-11

Evan's Story

Evan could not believe the scene on the other side of the room as he stood feigning interest in a conversation with an associate from F.T Riley. F.T Riley had sent six of their senior associates from their London headquarters to Cameron and Kuch to participate in large capital discussions concerning an impending merger of the two firms. Cameron and Kuch Investments had set up a sophisticated Friday night cocktail party to end the two-day long international negotiations at a swanky lounge on Riverbank. The hardcore meetings had ended well and now it was time to relax and socialize, show the British team a good time. Everyone assembled in the room was clearly having first-class fun, work was forgotten and for now, light music, exotic hors d'oeuvres, and expensive liquor took center stage.

Ron was on the opposite side of the room and from what Evan could deduce; he was having a great time. Ron looked so handsome dressed in his nice black suit that cleverly hinted at the athleticism of the body within, his dark hair looking defiantly tousled like he was some ancient warrior, his strong facial features giving him that intense aura that captivated and intimidated at the same time. He was evidently having a good time. For Evan, this was not a good time; it was a fucking unpleasant, horrid, dreadful time.

"You should come with the team to London next time. We'll make sure you have a great time. Wait until you see..." Rebecca, an animated member of the F.T Riley was saying to Evan and two of his collegues but he was not listening. He was distracted.

Across the room, Ron was engaged in a conversation with John Charleston, the leader of the F.T. Riley team. John was gesturing as he talked and then he must have said something ridiculously funny because Ron threw his gorgeous head back and laughed in earnest. It couldn't be that funny. Evan had spent time with John during the meetings and although the debonair, Londoner was an expert in his field, Evan had found him a little too arrogant for his liking. Plus, he could have sworn he saw John checking out Ron in the conference room yesterday. His suspicions were now confirmed. Somehow, Ron must have thought the braggart was cool because he was still laughing. Evan stopped pretending to be interested in Rebecca's banal renderings of London and excused himself from the group and headed straight for the bar.

"What will you have, Sir?" the immaculate bartender asked. Evan would have laughed at the pomposity of the guy but he was still sidetracked.

"Give me one of those," he said motioning to his favorite beer stacked up behind the bartender. He took the bottle, left the glass and sat down on the leather stool. The room was buzzing noisily and it was clear that the party was a success. Usually, if these parties went well, then chances were the negotiations would go well too.

His eyes involuntarily tracked Ron down and found him still talking exclusively to wannabe GQ-cover guy, Mr. John McPrick. When John leaned a bit too close to Ron, put his manicured hand on Ron's shoulder and then proceeded to talk into his ear, Evan's eyes widened and he felt a heat rise within him. A really bad heat. That hand needed to get off Ron's shoulder soon but it didn't. It lingered. What moronic vulgarities was this shallow guy enthralling Ron with? Evan wondered. After what seemed like forever, the hand came off but not without sliding suggestively down Ron's arm. The guy was literally pawing Ron and Evan felt the bad heat intensify within him. His hand tightened around his beer bottle and he continued watching. Everyone else, everything else melted and his eyes were riveted by the single scene that mattered; Ron and that superficial fuck.

John was now lifting his forearms up and down as if he was doing air curls; clearly he was demonstrating his work out routine. Ron was shaking his head in approval. Then John reached out and squeezed Ron's bicep! Evan choked on his beer.

"Are you alright, Sir?" the excessively-professional bartender asked from behind him.

"I'm...fine," Evan said punctuating his words with a strangled cough. Ron should have punched that guy by now. Evan needed him to punch that guy.

"Are you sure, Sir? You look a little pale. Do you need some water, Sir?"

"I'm fine. I'm great and stop calling me sir!" Evan said snapping. He got off his stool and walked over to Ron. Ron smiled as soon as he spotted him walking over, completely oblivious that he was being felt up by the pretentious bastard. Come on, it was so obvious.

"Evan! You should hear some of the crazy stories this guy has," Ron said.

"Hello, Evan. Nice seeing you again. This is really a great party!" John said and Evan instantly developed a newfound loathing for his accent.

"Good," Evan said flatly. Why were they smiling? "Actually, I think I'm going to leave now. I'm feeling totally out off it."

"Okay," John said without hesitating. Evan wanted to hit him right on his pointed, perfect nose for making it so clear that he wanted to be left alone with Ron.

"It's still early but if you must leave..." Ron said shrugging his broad shoulders. "Hey, listen John, it was nice meeting you. I have to leave too. Evan drove me over."

"Don't worry. I'll have our driver take you back later," John said focusing solely on Ron.

"No, that's too much trouble. I'll just leave now," Ron said.

"That is such a shame," John said and then Evan watched him lift his eyebrow suggestively and then look into Ron's eyes with burning lust. John wanted Ron and he wasn't even trying to hide the fact.

"Yes, I'm sure but thanks," Ron said graciously. Evan just wished Ron would thump that face instead.

"We're leaving tomorrow, Ron. Are you sure you don't want to stay? We could..." John said and then reached over and placed that stupid hand on Ron's shoulder. Did he just squeeze Ron? The bad heat surfaced.

"He is sure he doesn't want to stay!" Evan said angrily. God, he was pissed off!

"Ron? I think..." John said. His hand was still on Ron's shoulder.

"If you could let go of him so we could leave," Evan said glaring at John. After a few harsh seconds, Evan turned to Ron. "Baby, tell the man that the only place you're going is home with me. I'll go get the car and meet you at the entrance." He turned around and walked towards the door. He looked over his shoulder and saw Ron, still standing at the same spot, and his face had that pure, amused, boyish grin that always melted Evan's heart.

Ron's Story

"I can't believe you were jealous," Ron said for the umpteenth time since they had left the party. He slipped the key into the lock and they stepped into Evan's apartment.

"I was not jealous. I have never been accused of being jealous in my entire life," Evan said again shrugging off his dinner jacket and tagging on his tie. He dumped them on the chair next to Ron's and then sat down on the couch.

"Just admit it. You should have seen yourself," Ron said chuckling and then he flopped himself on the couch beside Evan. He toed off his shoes and placed his socked feet on the leather ottoman. Evan's feet joined his, the sides of their legs pressed tight.

"I was not jealous. I just don't like that guy. He's so full of himself." Evan said.

"You didn't like the guy or you didn't like the guy trying to flirt with me?" Ron asked with a smile. He was enjoying this; the dominating and self-assured way Evan had staked his claim on him in front of John had been so unapologetically possessive. Even now, Evan was still fuming and Ron could see his serious hazel eyes blazing. It was both funny and endearing.

"Honestly, both. I mean Ron; he was flirting with you right in front of me. Come on, the whole evening he was trying to get you naked. I wanted to punch him."

"Really? Punch him, huh? Like right on the face?" Ron started laughing.

"It's not funny! And then he started to feel up your biceps. I definitely should have punched him."

"Like "pow" square on his face?" Ron couldn't stop chuckling especially since Evan was taking this so serious.

"I mean, where does the guy get off trying to get into your pants? The whole evening he tried to fucking keep you to himself. He must fucking think he can have anyone he wants with his overly dressed up, prettied, shallow manner. And then the audacity of him to imagine he can be with you tonight. No fucking way. Like for god's sake, what does..." Evan said, his anger starting to rise again.

"You are so hot right now," Ron declared. It was turning him on to no end that Evan would so ardently assert himself like that especially over him.

"What?"

"You are. I am so turned on by you." One second, two seconds, two and a half... Their eyes met lustfully and then their open hungry mouths attacked each other. Evan's tongue pierced forcefully into Ron's waiting mouth, possessing him and his hands found their way under Ron's shirt, kneading the hard pecs. Ron moaned as he felt his whole body come alive from Evan's expert touch. When he felt Evan's hand touch the throbbing place between his legs and he thrust his pelvis upward to maximize the contact. Sure, nobody else would get him. Evan suddenly stopped, stood up yanked off his shirt and held his hand out. Ron took it and they started kissing again, Evan's hand immediately returning to massage Ron's very aroused member through his pants.

"Bed?" Ron whispered.

"Bed," Evan replied and then took Ron's hand and they walked to the bedroom, each shedding their clothes as they approached the bedroom.

Their naked bodies met in the middle of the bed. Tongues and hands exploring, legs brushing and caressing, intertwined. Evan rolled on top of Ron and then proceeded to lick his way south. Stopping to bathe Ron's oversensitive nipples and bathe that rock hard stomach with desperate kisses. Ron kept moaning, arching his back. He felt Evan's mouth take in his cock all the way and he let out a strangled scream. Evan's mouth was so hot and wet and tight. Evan knew Ron's cock so well and he knew exactly where all the pleasures lay making his body smolder.

"Baby, tell me if you enjoy this," Evan said and then Ron felt his legs lifted up and a warm hungry caress right on his unexplored hole. It was like nothing he ever felt before. Sure, Evan had licked him before but never so fully and so keenly. Maybe it felt different because of where it would lead tonight. He opened his legs wider and pushed against that wet tongue. He was rocking with the pleasure and when Evan's tongue penetrated his sphincter, he let of a yell of elation.

"Just like that, just like that..." Ron breathed. Evan kept up his tongue action until Ron felt his whole body quake wantonly. "Now, baby, now." Evan moved up and kissed Ron's mouth, his tongue exploring the cavity splendidly. Ron was surprised when Evan rolled onto his back and pulled Ron on top of him.

"I need you inside me," Ron said.

"I know, baby. Like this," Evan whispered and then he uncapped the lube, smeared it liberally on his fingers and then reached over and slid it around the entrance of Ron's eager hole. "Sit up and take me in you."

Ron sat up and felt Evan's erect hot penis nudge his ass. In this position, he could feel his asshole open even more. He massaged Evan's pecs and gently pinched his nipples. Evan's hands running up and down his spread legs and then touching his pole sent shivers up and down his body. They stared at each other and then Ron lifted up and Evan guided his cock to that sweet virgin bud. When the contact was made, they moaned in unison.

"Baby, go as slowly as you....ooohhh....want....aaahhh," Evan said squinting his eyes as the pleasure at the head of his cock engulfed him.

"Yesssss...." Ron moaned and then he slowly, tentatively pushed downward. The pain was unexpected and he winced and stopped.

"I need so badly to be in you. Open up for me. Just like I open up for you." That was all Ron needed to hear; this was about reciprocity. They shared, they were equals and he needed to do this. He took a deep breath and then sunk down slowly surprised at how relaxed he felt. There was no apprehension. He felt the head of Evan's cock pierce through the tight muscle.

"Oh baby! I love you, I love you..." Evan chanted overcome by the feelings and his lively words were the guide Ron needed.

"Fuck...." Ron shouted and then sunk all the way down, taking in that fleshy, steel pole into his virgin hole. He blocked out the discomfort by focusing on the blissful look on the face below him. He was blown away by Evan's sexy face; his teeth were clenched as the heat overwhelmed him but his eyes were devotedly focused on Ron, glazed with deep emotion. Ron felt his heart constrict with the poignancy of the moment. He had never felt so full, so fucked, so lovingly invaded in his life.

Ron started moving slowly up and down. He felt suddenly dizzy as a pleasure he had never imagined ran through him. In an effort to recapture that feeling, he moved up and down more aggressively, his cock regaining full hardness and jutting proudly in front of him. Then Evan grabbed onto his thighs and started to thrust up, supporting his movements with his strong bend legs. Their crazed moans filled the room.

"Baby, baby....oh god!" The enjoyment consumed Ron making him cry out his bliss. He was now moving so forcefully, he would rise up almost halfway to the tip of Evan's stony cock and then push down until those curly pubes brushed against him seductively.

"Ride me, baby! Do it....ride me!" Evan demanded his thrusts getting stronger and uncontrollable as the wet, tightness of Ron's hole grabbed at his cock.

"Oh...fuck...fuck," Ron yelled and then grunted when Evan's hand reached and massaged his leaking cock. "Yesss..... baby. This is soooo.... hot....Your cock is so fucking...aahh...good" The words were falling out of Ron freely; the sweet pounding on his prostate matching the pleasure of Evan's ministrations on his cock. He felt the sweat drip down his spine and he threw back his head in ecstasy. Getting fucked felt unbelievably great! He felt his body prepare for the grand finale.

Evan's thrusts became stronger and shorter, his hand jerking Ron's wet cock in time with his upward movements. Ron stared down at Evan and felt the tingle intensify. Their eyes met naked and demanding. He knew, by the look in Evan's eyes, it was almost over. They were now both reciting their favorite sex-words, another indication that the fucking was approaching an earth-shattering end.

"Fuck, fuck...baby, baby....fuck, baby...." They filled the room with the force of their pleasure, interlacing and alternating the words through their ragged breaths and moans. It was a hot, hard fuck: their bodies slamming and sweating; their teeth bared and clenched; their cocks on the verge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Aaaaaarggghhhh..." Ron yelled and stilled his body as a forceful orgasm ripped through him manifesting itself in a copious amount of hot, creamy cum that landed squarely on Evan's toned chest.

Seconds later, Evan shoved up, arching his back and blew his load in Ron's hole. "Fffuuuuckkk...aaaaahhhhh"

They stayed frozen for endless seconds, letting the aftershocks subside. Ron lowered his body over Evan, the exhaustion taking over. He kissed Evan's wet lips gently and let himself drown in those hazel eyes.

"You are one great fuck," Ron said still panting, licking the sweat on Evan's nose.

"What do you expect? You inspire me," Evan said trying to catch his breath and reaching up to twirl his fingers lazily in Ron's hair. "How do you feel?"

"Well fucked. I love losing myself like this with you."

"I know." A drop of sweat fell from Ron's forehead and dripped down to Evan's jaw.

"So, should I expect some hot loving every time you experience a bout of unwarranted jealousy?" Ron asked jokingly.

"I was not jealous, just making sure John understood you were taken. Okay, okay I admit I was jealous. I guess I'll have to find a way to broadcast that you're off limits." Evan said lifting up to kiss Ron's lips. "So, what are you? Like my boyfriend?"

"I guess." Ron rolled off Evan's chest and snuggled up against him.

"Nice," Evan said and closed his eyes.

"Although...Although there is a casual nuance to the word, an underlying sense of non- permanence. Best friend sounds so much stronger. I prefer best friend." Ron said, his analytical side kicking in.

"We are more than best friends now. How about "my best boyfriend"?" Evan said already smiling at his impractical suggestion.

"Nah, too wordy."

"How about "my lover"?" Evan said drawing out the words dramatically.

"Nah, that sounds too Marquis de Sade; too in your face."

"How about "my Ron"? See, like I could say "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my Ron. Clear and succinct." It sounded good to Ron. He thought about it some more.

"Although, a little confusing. Like people might think it's a slip of the tongue..." Ron said.

"I'm beginning to like "boyfriend" more and more. Maybe, there's like a Man-to-Man guidebook."

"Whatever," Ron replied.

The advantages of waking up next to Evan were innumerable. The disadvantage was singular: he was addicted to Evan's presence. Like any other addict, he knew he wouldn't survive without Evan. Sure, he would live but he couldn't really live. Perhaps he couldn't articulate it very well yet, but he felt it and understood it. He rolled out off bed, brushed his teeth, threw on his boxers and headed to Evan's kitchen to carry out his Saturday morning plan before Evan woke up.

He opened the kitchen and was happy to find the contents of the shopping bags he had carried in two days ago were still available. He was going to make an amazing breakfast, the kind his mum and dad made him on special occasions. It was about time he and Evan cooked a whole meal in this house. Take-out and microwaving stuff was getting markedly unoriginal. He turned on the radio to catch the morning news. It was a habit he had picked up in his house growing up. Breakfast and morning news filled the kitchen.

He pulled out the eggs, the cheese and the ham for the omelet, the bacon and the sausages. He set the coffee maker and chose Evan's favorite blend. He mixed up the contents for the omelet, figuring he could do the sausages and the bacon on one skillet and the omelet when those were halfway done on another skillet. He reached for the overhead cabinet, in search of a skillet and moved on to the next one when he failed to see one. Five minutes later, all the cabinets were open and all the drawers pulled out.

"What are you looking for?" He heard Evan ask behind him.

"I need a skillet. Actually two skillets," he turned around to face Evan. Like always his breath caught when he saw Evan in the morning. His face had that just-woken-up look; his lips always looked pinker, his eyes half-open and droopy, his short hair disheveled, his morning shadow accentuating his masculinity.

"What's a skillet?" Evan asked, totally unaware of how mind-bogglingly hunky he looked.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No." Ron knew Evan couldn't cook but come on, he knew what the dishes were.

"A frying pan for the omelet?" Ron answered peering at an empty cabinet.

"Oh, I don't have one. Dude, stop looking at me like that. Like you have a...a skillet," Evan said.

"I have a skillet. Three in fact. Who doesn't have a skillet?"

"Apparently, me."

"We could buy you one later. I doubt you'll ever use it but I know I will. I could lend you one of mine. Shit! I was so psyched about breakfast." Ron said pouting as he pointed at his omelet mix.

"How about we reserve breakfast for when we're at your place and take-out when we're here? Then, we'd have it all," Evan said laughing at the absurdity of his suggestion and throwing his arms up in mock triumph. Ron wasn't laughing. Evan's words triggered his next thought.

"How about we do both but at the same place?"

"Huh?" Evan asked raising his eyebrow.

"We could move in together." Ron knew it was a big step but they practically lived together now. Two months of running to and fro between apartments had lost its reason and charm.

"You want to?"

"Yeah." It was basic logic. Evan walked over to where Ron was standing in front of the fridge and looked into his eyes. Then he leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Ron's back came in contact with the fridge as Evan pressed tighter into him. They held each other. The radio went on with the news, the bare cabinets open, they remained pressed together.

"You could move to my place. It's bigger," Evan whispered.

"Or you could move to my place. I have three skillets," Ron said lightheartedly. Ron's hand caressed the back of Evan's head, enjoying the closeness. He kissed that sweet spot on Evan's neck, not meaning to start anything, just for the pleasure of it. Evan pushed harder into him, both his hands landing on the top edge of the fridge. Ron was totally surrounded by Evan and it thrilled him. When Evan pulled his head back and kissed him hard on the lips, he knew they had started something. Their naked torsos and groins responded to the contact. The kissing was so erotic and soft, Saturday morning kissing, the kind that led to slow, easy sex. The radio and the foiled breakfast were forgotten as the sensuality rose. They swallowed each others moans. The temperature was mounting steadily.

Then they heard a sudden noise and they turned to find Cece standing at the kitchen entrance, her hands covering her mouth as if to suppress a scream. She looked positively, out-of-this-world shocked.

"Cece..." Evan said turning around. Ron closed his eyes and willed himself not to panic. She gasped again then turned around, threw her set of Evan's keys on the counter and ran out, the front door banging loudly shut behind her. They were screwed.