THE EVENT Chapter II
My heart skipped several beats, beginning to falter, and had I not been seated, I would have ended up a puddle on the enormous black bear skin rug, replete with a head and sparkling white teeth, in front of the fireplace that was crackling softly before of us. When my eyes finally fluttered open, I saw two U.S. presidents looking at one another with bemused smiles, then directly at me. I had to tighten my stomach to keep from pissing myself.
"As I explained to you earlier, gentlemen, I think this man may have stolen my heart. I want you to understand that I will only continue in my current capacity, if I am not expected to hide my proclivities. Do either or both of you take issue with this?"
The former leader of the free world laughed with such gusto, his face turned bright red. He looked at the current leader of the free world and said, "I have no problem with this, but it's your call, Mr. President."
The president locked eyes with me and said, "Kent's position is obviously of paramount importance to us. But we must protect the integrity of our security. We hope you grasp the import of our necessity to vet any and all individuals who enter our inner sanctum. Mr. Fawcett, is there anything we need to know about you that might hinder your clearance status at the White House?"
Jesus H. Christ, Mary, Joseph, and all the saints! He was looking directly at me, with such a solemn expression, my mouth dried out, and my throat seized up. I looked from him, to the former President, at Kent Clark, and then Elsa. She obviously saw the bewildered look of astonishment on my colorless face.
"Aaron is a card-carrying-registered-Republican, primarily so he can vote in their primaries, but I can assure you, he comes from a very long line of yellow dog Democrats. His political leanings bear very liberal fruit, yet, he does believe in fiscal responsibility. Other than that, I would venture a resounding "no" since he can't seem to find his own tongue."
Elsa leveled a look at me. Kent lifted his thumb and index finger to the corners of his mouth, and arrested my eyes by a glance and osmosis. He appeared to know exactly what he was doing to me.
"Aaron, I apologize for putting you in such an awkward situation without preamble, yet I am no longer in control of my heart. You don't even know me, or if you want me in your life, let alone the pomp and circumstance that could alter it irrevocably. Nonetheless, I hope you will consider giving me a chance to learn you. My knees are weak because of you, and that is something I experience rarely. Will you consider the process of clearance, so we can explore?"
A pair of tears escaped my eyes before I could control their decent. His brown eyes pierced me like two very sharp arrows. My heart was thumping like the foot of the rabbit in `Bambi.' Both presidents looked at me as if my response might be important enough to be considered relevant.
"Mr. Clark..."
"Call me Kent, Aaron, if you don't mind."
I put both hands to my face, covering my eyes and mouth, and tried to catch a breath through my exposed nose. After a moment, I lowered my hands, looked into Kent's eyes and said, "I am overwhelmed. I am a private man. This is anything but. Can we have some time to visit, alone? My mind is blown to hell and back." I had just summarily dismissed two presidents of the United States, but none of my thoughts were connecting.
Both presidents laughed. The former tapped the current on the chest with an outstretched finger and said, "Why don't we leave them by themselves for a bit. Ms Cunningham, would you like to meet our wives? "
"Christ on a stick! YES! I can't believe this is really happening to me!!" Elsa is all about Elsa... go figure!
As the fire danced and reflected in his eyes, I thought of the solitude we now shared. Here was this magnificent apparition before me, gazing into my own eyes. I felt as if I was in the sights of a high-powered telescope in a NASA experiment. I didn't know, at the time, how close to the mark I was.
"Aaron, I know we need a little time and get to know one another. I am asking for more than you may be willing to subject yourself to, but please consider it." God! He was charming!!
"You could have me if you wanted me Kent, however, I don't ever want to see the video, as I feel certain one will exist."
He laughed. "Please feel safe here, Aaron. I control what is, and what is not, a matter of public record. We will not be prominent, for my sake, far more than for yours. Besides, I forbid surveillance in all the private quarters. I have only allowed myself to be involved with two men since my divorce a few years ago. My children are grown, and both live abroad. I loved my wife, deeply, but have always been less than fulfilled. On some level, I think I have always known why."
I was still lost in the depth of those brown eyes, and the silence that followed when he stopped speaking. The only sounds came from the crackling of the logs in the fireplace. I cleared my throat and said, "You just told two presidents and my best friend that I have stolen your heart. We have known one another for little more than an hour. How can that be?"
"Sadly, Aaron, I am a cynic by nature. A byproduct of politics, I suppose. But when I saw you across that crowded room tonight, all I could hear was Rossano Brazzi singing, "Once you have found him, never let him go."
"I think it was Mitzi Gaynor who sang that particular line."
"Touché."
"Kent, let me confess. I have never been in love, ever. I don't have the foggiest idea what it feels like, but when you locked onto my eyes, I suddenly felt naked. As if you saw through my happy-go-lucky façade, and subsequently, into my soul. I even felt the fullness in my groin trying to break free. In all honesty, it frightened me a bit."
"My deepest apologies, Aaron. I unceremoniously draw you into a room and confess my feelings before an audience. Presumptuous of me, yes, but how awkward for you? Please forgive me. I am in a delicate position. I want desperately to get to know you. The problem is that the two men you met tonight know everything about me, and the Secret Service is a constant in all three of our lives. But all I could think was `never let him go,' and I acted before I even gave a thought to your feelings. Please forgive me."
Aaron Fawcett, cool as a cucumber. My ass! My heart was trying to pound its way through my ribcage, and I could feel beads of perspiration forming around the wing-tipped collar of my tuxedo shirt. We sat side by side on the sumptuous sofa before the fireplace. I leaned toward him ever so slightly and could feel the heat from his lips, before mine touched his.
A silent explosion erupted at the base of my skull. My eyelids drifted, and closed. My erection threatened to burst the seams of my shorts, and tears began to flow. His left hand cupped my chin, with his thumb on my right jawbone, and three of the other four fingers grazing my left. He pulled me deeper into his mouth. It felt as if I had been transported into another dimension.
He pulled back a bit, and his right index finger traced the tears down both sides of my nose as his left hand tightened slightly around my jaw. As my eyes fluttered open, his were only six inches away and laced with mirth, deeply brown and sparkling like moist chocolate icing on a freshly decorated three layer cake.
"I think I have fallen in love with you, Aaron."
When consciousness began to float up around me, I could feel the hair on his chest tickling my nose as I breathed into it. Most of it was dark brown. About every third hair was grey. His right nipple was close enough that when I reach out with my tongue, I felt it stiffen, and saw it rise to full attention.
"Mmmmm... Mr. Fawcett, I thought we might have lost you. Glad to know you survived."
I saw the posters of the antique rice bed coming into focus. He was on his back. I was curled around him. My hand was on his stomach. It was a rather flat one, covered sparsely with hair that matched that on his chest, but with only a smattering of grey. I trailed my fingers up to the groove between his nicely developed pectorals, tweaking the nipple on the other side, then sliding them back down to his navel and under the cream colored sheet that draped over his loins. The 900 thread-count fabric bounced slightly as I cupped the orbs just south of his manhood.
The last two hours began coming back to me in flashes and snippets. My knees at my shoulders as his rhythm increased, then slowed, and increased yet again. The intensity of his tongue as it treated every single tooth in my head like a diamond that needed careful polishing. The perspiration that sprouted from his skin as he groaned, sighed, and slid into me again. The intense heat in my loins as he exploded. The moisture that slicked our stomachs and chests, as I did the same.
As my brain re-engaged, I looked into his deep brown eyes. His square jaw, impossibly high cheekbones, his straight Romanesque nose, and those plump, fully formed rose-colored lips all fit together like something created by a world-renowned sculptor. "I feel sated, Mr. Clark. Is it safe to assume I am no longer a virgin? Please tell me a condom was involved."
A lopsided grin spread across his face, followed with an almost imperceptible nod. He ran his hand over the stubble of my right jaw, and pulled my face to his. This gorgeous creature was holding me like I was made of delicate porcelain. His tongue flicked my nose, and went in for the kill. I was so aroused, my breath caught in my throat. This man could teach a course in seduction.
"Aaron, you complete me. I love you. There. No more alluding to it. A simple fact. I love you Mr. Fawcett."
"You may not believe this, but no one, ever, has been inside of me, until now. I'm not your ordinary run-of-the-mill gay guy. I have done many things over the years, and all the fun things twice, at least. But never that."
He looked at me. His left eyebrow raised into an arch. "Are you serious?"
"I am, sir. I could never tolerate the idea of whoring around, bumping into people who I had shagged at parties around town, then having to act like it never happened. I have always preferred myself to others. No need to shower, I don't spend any money, no exposure to a bug, it's over in fifteen minutes, then dinner and bed. I also own a full set of very talented fingers."
"And talented they are, Mr. Fawcett." He looked so deeply into my eyes that I thought my prostate was trying to work its way up my throat from the other side of my body.
I could feel it twitching, actually twitching inside of me. He was nowhere near it yet, but I stiffened. "I could use a shower."
As I followed his lovely fifty-five year old butt into the `bathroom,' for lack of a better term, I could not help but admire this view of him. His bone structure from head to toe looked like Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian man from 1487.
He was flawless. His broad shoulders were clearly sculpted, as my eyes followed the defined lats, down his ribs, then to his waist, which was a 33 or 34. His tiny tan line looked like tighty-whity underwear. I have a decent enough ass, but this man put mine to shame with a perfect roundness, and dimpled on both sides. His thighs were strong and muscled, but not massive, and led to mouth-watering calves, all covered in wispy dark brown hair that tapered off at his masculine ankles, and ended with a beautiful pair of perfectly manicured size ten feet, strongly arched, and just as tan as the rest of him.
Kent's master bathroom was more like a high-tech contemporary gymnasium. It covered more than 900 square feet. Overkill by most standards, but paradise by mine. No matter where I looked, I could see both myself, and him. The walls were wrapped with mirrors, floor to ceiling, right to left. How could this fifty-five year old man have such a cute behind, ridiculously impressive credentials, not to mention his own personal spa just off the bedroom?
Because of what I do for a living, I am not easily wowed, but all I could do was whistle. Imported sand colored travertine was the rule, with color-matched granite on the countertops. All the doors and drawers of the cabinetry were fluted opaque raindrop glass wrapped with enameled sand colored wood frames, with facetted crystal pulls and knobs.
Kent stepped over a two-inch high curb that would contain the water from the open shower area, which was larger than most people's guest bedrooms. There were six showerheads, at three-foot intervals, with a veritable plethora of spray nozzles that were positioned on angled walls that shot back into to the center of the shower area. With the push of one brushed nickel flat panel recessed in the travertine, the entire system sprang to life. Three inset fans in the ceiling began to whir as they drew the resulting steam up and away, creating a bizarre oasis in the center, that was neither hot nor cold, but just right, much like Goldilocks and the three bears with their porridge.
"You certainly have a flair for dramatic luxury, Mr. Clark."
He reached around and pulled me into the fray of spray and falling water. His hands slipped from the underside of my forearms, up my elbows, and using my triceps as a handhold to wrap my arms around his neck, he drew me into a full frontal embrace. My increasing erection slipped between his thighs, nestling under his soft testicles, as his tongue slid between my teeth and began their polishing once more. I shivered as his long fingers wrapped around each of my glutes, pulling me flatly to his pelvis. His hardness pulsed between our navels.
As my heart rate increased, I began hearing Kelly Marie belting out "My head is in a spin, my feet don't touch the ground, because you're near to me, my head goes round and round. My knees are shakin' baby, my heart it beats like a drum! It feels like, it feels like I'm in love!!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9-HkQGvut8
"What are you humming?" he whispered as he nuzzled my neck.
I was startled into the present, as I didn't realize I was making any noise! So caught up in the moment, I gasped as his middle finger danced around my entryway. "Oh, just an old tune from the early `80's. Do you remember Kelly Marie?"
"Can't say as I do. What made you think of that?"
"You."
"Care to expound?"
"Can you feel my knees shaking?"
"Actually, I can. Your entire body seems to be trembling. Do I frighten you?"
I pulled my head back a bit, and locked my fingers behind his neck, then pulled him into a kiss that had me doing the polishing this time. He must have thought I was going for his tonsils. As I pulled back for air, I whispered, "No." And went directly back to what I was doing, just prior.
The sun had not come up completely, but dawn was breaking through the windows overlooking the river. He rolled over and ran his right hand through my messy hair as my neck felt the biceps of his left arm flex slightly. It was 5:30 A.M.