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The Brownstone on Union Park
- Chapter Eleven -
James rolled his eyes and took another swallow from his sloppily made drink. He was already on drink number four this evening and the inebriation was starting to show as his eyes were beginning to glaze over and close a little.
"Remember, we don't want to scare this one away. Just try to make him feel comfortable here. Can you do that?" Carter asked.
"Yes, and can you please not sleep with him?" James retorted.
"We've been over this before!" Carter reminded him.
"Good then!" James exclaimed satisfied to have the last word and then added, "I feel like I'm going to pass out. Can you put away this stuff because I'm going to bed soon? Make sure we're up in time for the ferry."
"Sure," Carter replied as James took the last drink of the night and went up to bed.
Carter began to pick up the marble cheese board when he heard the thump, thump, thump of James traipsing up the stairs to the next level. The rain from the outside was relentless and continued to pour despite the violence of the storm having exited the city more than an hour ago. There was no way Carter could send Michael home with the weather like this not to mention his impaired mobility with his ankle and the effects of the alcohol too.
The sound of the toilet flushing in the distance brought Carter's attention to the entryway of the half bath and he placed the board down on the coffee table. Michael emerged from the door and started to slowly walk back to the couch in the living room with an exhausted look on his face.
"You'll have to forgive James. I promise he's nowhere near as bad when you get to know him better. He's kind of putting on an act tonight to impress you by being tough," Carter explained, "and is taking some of it out on me too."
"It's fine," Michael offered in concession.
"No, it's not actually. He may own the place, but it doesn't mean he can talk to us like that," he began to justify, "or call the shots all the time either."
Michael looked a little perplexed as he honestly did not think the "potty" remark from earlier was all that severe. He looked out the windows again and could see the rain teeming down in sheets.
"I should probably call an Uber soon. I guess James already went up to bed?" Michael questioned.
"Yeah, James is definitely done for the night," Carter replied.
The sounds of his own words started to crystalize realizing that James was in fact done for the evening. Carter was almost positive that by the time he went up to bed himself that he would hear James snoring in the other bedroom.
Carter looked out the window again and suggested, "This rain isn't exactly letting up anytime soon, and you don't look that well with the drinking and sprained ankle. I'd actually feel bad if I sent you home in your condition."
Michael honestly did not want to leave in the rain either. The thought of hobbling down the long front steps in the downpours, even with Carter's assistance, would not be a fun journey.
"The couch is huge if you're OK with me sleeping down here," Michael suggested.
"Actually, you want to go upstairs? I'd feel bad if I didn't offer you my room."
Michael got the same butterflies in his stomach that he had earlier in the evening when Carter first assisted him up the front steps. In hindsight, that simple movement of Carter wrapping his arm around Michael's chest and pulling him in closer to get into the entryway was such an apt fitting allegory of the night ahead.
"Your room?!" Michael questioned with justified excitement and anxiety.
"Is that OK?" Carter responded.
"But, what about you? I don't want to make you sleep on the couch in your own place," Michael reasoned.
"Who said anything about me sleeping down here tonight," Carter replied.
Michael breathed in deeply and let out an audible sigh on the exhale. He was equally excited and apprehensive at the same time about the prospect of sharing the same bed as Carter. Earlier that night he daydreamed of being wrapped up in the soft navy colored comforter with all the pillows spread around the bed. And now that could easily become a reality. It was terrifying and overwhelming at the same time.
"I promise, I'm not going to do anything. It's just a place to sleep, and it's more comfortable than the couch," Carter rationalized.
Sensing the potential awkward nature of the effect of his words on Michael, he tried to soften the situation and somewhat jokingly added, "OK, I'll admit I'm like the world's biggest cuddler and I love to spoon. But, just push me back if I unconsciously do that."
Michael nearly melted.
"I'd really love to but I'm not sure how great I'm feeling tonight. I don't normally drink this much even for a Friday night," Michael reasoned looking for any excuse he could come up with from living out what he wanted all along this evening.
"Hmm, I thought you were looking a little out of it from all the drinking," Carter said, got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen and filled a large glass with some filtered water from a pitcher in the fridge.
He opened another cabinet full of his protein powders and vitamins that resembled a pharmacy with about two dozen different supplements. He carefully selected a multivitamin and another B-vitamin complex bottle and took out one of each. Michael looked back at everything in amazement. How could someone have so many different supplements?
"Here, take this. It'll help you feel better in the morning so you won't have a bad hangover," Carter offered and handed Michael the glass of water along with the two vitamin supplements that he carefully placed on the coffee table.
"What are the pills?" Michael questioned.
"Mostly B-vitamins, they get flushed out of your system first when you drink heavily. You'll need to replace them else you're going to feel it in the morning," Carter replied.
Michael took both and swallowed the vitamins with a single sip of water and brought the glass down on the table. Cater motioned for him with his hands to keep going with the water by making a circular sweeping motion with his right hand.
"More water?" Michael asked.
"The whole glass!" James replied, "you don't realize it yet, but you're probably dehydrated."
Michael downed the rest of the water and wiped his lips with his left hand as he placed the empty water glass down on the coffee table.
"Good job! I promise you'll be thanking me in the morning when you feel better," Carter said and rubbed his back. Sometimes these physically affirming praises caused Michael to feel younger than he really was but ended up enjoying them oddly enough.
"I need to put away a few things but we can head up to bed shortly," Carter explained and began to pack up the empty glasses on top of the marble cheese plate and brought them over to the kitchen area.
He quickly loaded the glasses into the dishwasher, leaving the wine glasses in the sink, and dumped what little food remained into the trash from the marble cheese platter. Michael slowly got up from the couch and brought over the handle of vodka and plastic bottle of cranberry juice to Carter.
"Thanks," said Carter as he placed both containers back into the fridge and freezer.
He turned on the dishwasher and shut off the kitchen lights. Carter looked around once more, saw the TV on, and went back to the couch with the remote and turned it off.
"OK, I think you know the drill by now!" Carter laughed as he looked back at Michael making his way toward the kitchen and extended his arms outward at him.
"Yup, I do!" Michael responded and let Carter scoop him up in his arms. It somehow felt different this time, perhaps because he was just getting used to it. Perhaps he was now just expecting it.
The two of them ascended the stairs to the next level and as Carter predicted from before, he could hear James snoring in the hallway next to his bedroom.
Carter brought Michael into his room that was now pitch black except for a faint green glow that breached the window shades from the deck below. The sound of rain continued to beat against the side of the building. Michael could feel himself getting lowered and placed onto the same bed that he was on before when he was rock hard.
"I'll be right back in, I need to throw the wash in the dryer so you actually have something dry to wear back tomorrow," Carter mentioned and left the room.
Michael took off his shirt and started to feel around the surface of the bed for the sheets and comforter. He did his best to straighten out the bedding in the dark and climbed underneath the sheets pushing a couple of pillows out of the way near the headboard. The soft cotton jersey sheets matched Carter's personality to perfection, so indulgent and welcoming.
He heard the washer door open and the transfer of clothes to the dryer outside in the hallway. A few beeps later and the soft churning of the dryer started the dry cycle of the clothes. By the time they woke up in the morning all of their clothes would be ready to wear again.
Carter returned to the bedroom entrance and delicately closed the door while turning the handle so as not to cause an audible click of the latch. The room was now pitch black without any of the ambient light from the hallway illuminating the interior of the bedroom. Even the green neon lights from the deck two floors down ceased to illuminate the recesses of the windows; they were apparently on a timer to shut off promptly at ten-thirty every evening.
"So, the other thing you should know," Carter said as Michael could hear some rustling going on from the side of the room followed by the compression of the mattress as another body got into the bed, "is that I usually sleep naked."
With that, Michael heard a click of the bedside light and the room was enveloped in a soft yellow light. Carter had already crawled under the covers and was rearranging all the pillows to fit his sleeping position. He took the extended long red body pillow that he normally spooned with when he slept solo and threw it across the room by the weight stack.
"I guess I won't be needing this tonight," he said and let a smile creep over his face looking directly at Michael and then asked, "How do you normally sleep?"
"Usually with my gym shorts in the summer," he replied and adjusted the pillows for his head with the aid of the light but then offered, "I can sleep without them though."
"Whatever works for you. I promise I'll be good tonight," Carter replied and smiled with a grin showing his teeth.
But Michael did not want Carter to be good. He took off the gym shorts that James let him borrow earlier on in the evening and threw them on top of the big red body pillow from before. He was not sure what he was getting himself into but he knew he was going to enjoy it.
"I'll set an alarm for six in the morning, it will give us plenty of time to shower, and get you out of here in time for James and I to make the early ferry to P-town," Carter explained.
He modified his alarm settings on his phone and placed it on the nearby charging pad affixed to his nightstand table. He then flicked the switch of the lamp off returning the room to its blackened state.
Michael felt Carter readjust his body in bed to get more comfortable and several of the pillows behind his head got shifted in response. He was half hoping Carter would extend his arms around him and make good on his promise of being the world's biggest cuddler but nothing happened.
"Goodnight, Carter," Michael quietly stated.
"Goodnight," Carter replied while letting out a big yawn making the "night" almost indiscernible.
The tension between the two of these guys was getting out of control. Michael did not know how he would even sleep at all like this with Carter so close but seemingly out of reach. He turned on his side in the same parallel direction as Carter so they were both facing the same side of the bedroom wall and inched his backside closer to him.
Nothing.
Michael continued his reversal until he could feel his ass cheeks start to brush up against the side of Carter's navel and stopped abruptly.
He waited.
Carter readjusted the pillows underneath his head and craned his necked closer so that his breathing was within an inch of Michael's own head; it was like the first time Michael was carried up the stairs around the bend tucking his body inward bringing both of their heads in close proximity to one another. Carter then readjusted his arm and wrapped it around Michael's side and began to pull him inward towards his naked body.
The sensual contact of the warmth of the bare skin against one another was intense. The feeling of the heat, bristly body hair, abdominal muscles, and Carter's own package was bordering on sensory overload for Michael. He was loving it but equally afraid of what it might escalate to that night.
Carter took his leg, bent his knee, and placed it snuggly between Michael's own legs underneath his ass cheek as they continued to spoon.
"I've also been accused of being a furnace in bed," Carter said in a nonchalant manner, "Let me know if it's too much or just push me back if you get too warm."
Michael did not even bother to reply and further burrowed into Carter's deep embrace. That feeling of warmth, security, and protection was something Michael had not experienced in ages and certainly not with any of the guys he dated in college.
Carter continued, "Oh, one more thing, I've been dying to do all night..."
"What's that?" Michael question with heightened interest.
Carter temporarily removed his firm grasp on Michael's side with his arm and ran his fingers through Michael's hair from the back to the front. As he reached the top of his head he dug the depths of his fingers into the hair gripping his locks forming a strong hold on the hair with his hand.
"Your hair is so soft," he commented and then breathed in heavily from the top of Michael's head, squeezed harder, and added, "And you smell amazing."
He gently released his grasp on Michael's hair freeing his scalp from some moderate ache.
Michael was shocked; he was thinking the same thing all night long about Carter and his own masculine scent. He tried to turn around to face Carter but he was firmly locked in the spooning position facing the wall.
Carter moved his head downward dragging the front of his face on the back of Michael's hair terminating the movement with a kiss on the back of his neck. It rendered the same spine-chilling buzz Michael got many times earlier that evening. For the first time, Michael felt the smoothness of Carter's lips caressing his body. They were not on his own lips, which he would have preferred, but the sensual nature about the back of his neck was a close second.
Carter whispered, "You've been so tense all night long, I really wanted you to just relax" and proceeded to use his free hand to rub the muscles around his neck and shoulders.
"Thanks, that feels really good," Michael replied.
"You're done with school and you're young--this is the good part in life. Try to relax and enjoy it," Carter argued while continuing to work on his upper back muscles focusing on getting the knots out. Michael was incredibly tight, in so many ways.
"Mmm..." Michael mumbled as he began to get lost in the massage.
"If I wasn't so tired I'd do a proper acupressure treatment but I'm exhausted and I'm sure you feel the same," Carter reasoned, "We should probably get some sleep."
The rain picked up in intensity and continued to hammer the windows creating a serene white noise effect as Carter returned his arm's grasp to Michael's side and pulled him even tighter. It felt so affirming for Michael to be held in Carter's arms like this.
Michael was now just as hard as when he was carried down the stairs earlier that night when the two of them were both half naked. He was not certain but thought he could feel Carter starting to get equally stiff as he pushed up against his back.
Carter let out a deep exhale and it flowed over the top of Michael's head as he started to drift off to sleep like he did not have a care in the world. Within a few minutes, Carter was unconscious and breathing in a slower pattern. Michael started to fall asleep too, feeling Carter's body heat radiate from his core while experiencing the rhythmic beating of his heart.
It was bliss.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for making it to the end of chapter eleven and for all the feedback from readers; it is greatly appreciated. As noted in the general disclaimer, this story will eventually contain content from the kink and fetish communities. Other categories that this story could have just as easily been placed in also include "Athletics", "Authoritarian", and "Urination." If you find this sort of material offensive or distasteful but have enjoyed the content up to this point, I urge you to stop reading now and consider this the end. The next chapter will start to explore some of these aforementioned themes.