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Wayne's Journal - Part 8
14 December 2017, Thursday 735 AM
Daniel's Place
Well, I didn't get much information out of Martha last night. That's disappointing, but I now have a new respect for her.
Martha looked at me, her face serious. "Sorry. I like you. But it's not my place." She shook her head. "You'll have to ask Daniel."
That's literally all she'd tell me. When it comes to Daniel's trust she's a vault. I appreciate that. It's frustrating ... but I still appreciate it.
After that failure, I stripped and crawled into bed with my Daniel. He shifted a little as I got in, but he didn't wake. I put my arm around his chest, and pressed my body against his. When I did he made a cute sleepy sound, and wriggled a little against me. I wanted to just lay there, and enjoy him. Instead I guess I went to sleep almost instantly.
I woke up a little disoriented, as I had no idea I had fallen to sleep. It was one of those strange times where I felt as if I blinked, and hours somehow passed between my eyes opening. I was completely refreshed, Daniel's alarm was gently chiming, and it was 3:30 AM.
Daniel stretched languidly against me. He reached and turned off the alarm. I scooted back up against him and did what he calls "aggressive spooning". It's where I hold really tight, and press as much of myself against him as possible.
"G'mornin'." He said - I could hear the smile in his voice. He patted my arm that was clamped across his belly and chest. I expected him to pry me off and get up but instead he rubbed my arm and sighed. "I really like waking up to you."
I squeezed a little tighter. "Good morning. And same here." I kissed behind his ear and nuzzled his neck. He shivered and giggled as chillbumps rose on his skin.
"Tickles." He turned his head, and I could see a big smile on his face. I kissed his slightly stubbly cheek. He blinked slowly and sighed. "I gotta get up."
I had planned to make getting out of bed as tough as possible on him, but I felt merciful. "Yeah, you do." I released him, and lay another kiss on his face. "Come on." I grinned like a maniac. "It's leg day! Exciting!"
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. I looked down at him while he frowned at me. "You're like one of two people in the world who is excited about leg day." He shook his head, and threw back the covers. I took in his sexy body as he got up, but I made myself leave him alone. "All right. Let's get this done."
We both did legs today. He used resistance bands in many of his movements, and it made me curious. I had never used them, and he was more than happy to show me how they were utilized.
"Mostly I use the bands when I'm traveling, and I don't have access to a gym." He explained as I went through the motions of a resistance band squat. "But I'm trying a few new movements with them. I want to see if I can figure out how I can develop some explosive power off the line for some of the rugby players."
Between my sets I watched as he tinkered with the bands, and consulted various photos of rugby players in stances, and then just before the lines collided together. He used the bands in various ways, trying to find a consistent way to increase strength in that very specific movement of rising up from the line, and colliding with the opposing players.
I watched as he took in a lot of slack, creating a big loop in the band, stood on the loop, and used his legs, arms and upper body to explode up. He pushed the handles of the bands forward and up and I could hear the bands strain against his strength. At first the movement was sloppy, but he continued repetitions and every time it was refined, until it was a smooth back and forth motion with an isometric hold of a couple of seconds at the top.
I checked his pictures. And he had nailed it. "Damn. Yeah." I looked back up at him. "Looks great." I smirked at him. "Almost like you know what you're doing!"
He shook his head and glared at me, but his lips were curled in a smile. "Okay, now I need to get video of it." He set up his phone on a stand and set the timer. "Quiet while I record, okay?"
I nodded. And I watched the process. The video started and Daniel picked up the band.
"This movement is specific for exploding up off the line. I'll refer to it from now on as `The Ram'." He took up the slack in the band. "Start with a light band. Get a feel for the movement first." He put his hands down close to the ground. "Your band should be slack for the first few inches, but that's it. Get into a stance with one foot leading the other, a little more than shoulder width apart." He started a slow motion version of the movement, and his body moved to his instructions. "Come up, straighten your legs using your glutes and quads, drive your whole foot into the ground so you're stable, and at the same time straighten your arms till the handles are just above neck height. Hold the movement at the end for two seconds. And relax." He got back into the original position. "Slide back into position, and continue your reps on the same side." He did 6 more reps, slowly increasing in speed until the final rep, he blasted up with tremendous force.
"Keep doing them slow until you can do them correctly. Once you can, you will need to power up so hard you almost leave the ground. It's essentially a plyometrics move. If your form begins to slip, you're done. Once you've got 8-12 reps switch legs, and do your other side. Do 4-5 sets, or till you can't maintain form." He walked to his phone and turned off the video.
He looked over at me, barked a laugh then shook his head. "Wow."
"What?" He looked at my crotch. I looked down, and a very obvious boner tented my shorts. "Shit." I pawed at it, trying to push it down my leg instead. "Well! You're all muscly, and you move so perfect, and you're just ... a machine!" I finally got my cock into a slightly less obvious position. When I looked back up he was about a step away.
"You like watching me work out?" He closed the little remaining distance between us and pulled me into him. He wore a sexy smirk and he leaned forward so his lips were only a fraction of an inch from mine.
I licked my lips. "Y... yeah." I moved my hips and rubbed my dick against his. I leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled his face back just enough to avoid it. I grunted in disappointment.
"Too bad you're not done working out." He rubbed his stubbled chin against my cheek. I groaned. He put his mouth right next to my ear. "Once you finish, I'm going to do terrible things to you." He whispered, and a shiver went up my spine.
He released me with a predatory look, and walked away. I swallowed and hurried on to my deadlifts, the next exercise on my list.
Another very long hour later I was done. Daniel had already completed his workout, showered, and was in his media room. He just uploaded the video to the section of the forum dedicated to the rugby players. I stood in the doorway panting after I had just finished my routine. I was a sweaty wreck. He looked at me and laughed quietly.
Before I could say anything, "Okay. I have to head out to my session." My face fell. I expected to have mad crazy sex as soon as I finished. He noticed. "You knew I had to go."
I pouted a little. "Yeah. I remember now." I looked down at him and frowned. "But you promised `terrible things' earlier."
He stood, held me in his arms, and patted my ass. "I remember. Go shower." He rubbed his newly shaven skin against my beard. "We'll do those `terrible things' when I get back." I grunted an unhappy sound at him and he laughed. Regardless of the reason I love hearing him laugh, and I consider my disappointment a small price to pay for it.
He left and I did as I was commanded. After my shower I dressed in a pair of sweat shorts, and a fuzzy sweater. It was still pretty early in the day, around 7 AM. His in person sessions usually run an hour, so I expected to have a little time to myself. I found my tablet charging on the nightstand in his bedroom, and I wandered out to the kitchen.
"Hey Wayne." I started at Martha's voice, but caught myself before I screamed like an 8 year old girl.
I laughed at myself. "Hey Martha."
She smiled at me. "Sorry about scaring you." She had just set up the slow cooker on the counter. "Getting everything set up for lunch."
I found a spot on the other side of the huge kitchen island where I could watch and talk to her. I found a chair, set up my tablet, and flipped out the keyboard that was attached. Martha began to peel and chop garlic.
"Hey." She brought the knife, flat-side down on the clove and burst the skin of the garlic. Then she peeled it with her fingernails. "I just want to say that I know why you asked about Jason." She looked up at me. "I know you've heard his name here and there. And you have probably figured out that he wasn't very good for Daniel."
I sat across from her and I nodded. "Just guessing, yeah."
She sighed. "Well, good guess." She chopped the garlic and it went into the slow cooker. She reached for another clove. "I really can't say anything, other than this: I watched Daniel go through Hell. It's his place to tell you what that means, not mine." She looked up at me from the cutting board, put the knife down and leaned forward. "But I am going to tell you something. Something that IS my place."
I put my hands on the counter. "I'm all ears Martha."
"He's in love with you." She said matter of factly. "And it happened really fast. With Jason, it took a lot longer. I can tell, what he had with Jason, it wasn't as strong. Yet, it nearly killed Daniel." Her voice dropped, but her expression never changed from the neutral look on her face. "I don't think Daniel could handle it if you did anything close to what Jason did." She cocked her head. "I want you to know how much power you have over him. And that it's important ... if you think it's not going to work with you guys that it ends fast, and clean."
I stared at her and I decided right then ... okay, Martha is fucking scary. "Martha I'd never do anything to hurt him." I swallowed. "I love him too you know."
Her face softened, just a bit. "Good. He deserves that. And from what I've seen, so do you." She picked up her knife and continued dicing garlic. "But if you ever intentionally hurt him I'll end you." She said it as if she had commented on the weather.
I was silent, and she continued to dice. Then she looked up, caught my startled eye, and smiled. Then went back to chopping. Yep, scary.
I shook off the threat on my life. "Okay. Noted."
She nodded. "Though, if I'm not mistaken, you might give me a run for my money." She smiled again, this time the expression reached her eyes and I knew it was genuine. "You've trained. Which art?"
I was surprised she could tell. "Shotokan, ten years. But as I aged out of my early 20s, I found it too dependant on brute force. I have been studying Kung fu on my own for a couple of years now." I shrugged. "It suits me better." I looked at her, appraising. "How about you? Which art? How long?"
She smiled. "Krav Maga." I whistled. Her smile grew at that. "My father started me on this road. Been studying since I was 12 years old, for 15 years. Going to open a school here locally. Last year I completed the instructor training through Bukan Krav Maga, at a facility in Mexico." She shook her head. "That was a terrible trial. And unlike some martial arts, just because you put in the time doesn't mean you advance, or can become an instructor. It has taught me a lot about how far I can push myself."
Wow. BEYOND scary. Krav Maga is an utterly brutal martial art. It's quick, to the point, and free of prettiness - pure efficiency.
"So ... are you Daniel's bodyguard too? Because nobody would expect that."
She grinned. "Daniel can take care of himself. I've done a little training with him, and his capacity to pick things up kinesthetically is high. He's got a lot of physical intelligence. Knows where his body is in space, all that. Probably from his time spent working out, and being such a form Nazi."
I grinned and nodded. "Probably." I tapped my finger on the island. "But I noticed, you didn't answer my question."
She laughed then sighed. "Okay, fine. Daniel doesn't know it, but ... yeah. I watch out for him. Nobody expects much from a 130 lb chiciana in a fight." She shrugged. "I don't look for trouble. But if it finds Daniel, and if I'm around ..."
I smiled at her. I reached and put my hand on her arm. "Hey. Thanks for looking out for him."
She smiled back and shrugged. "It's what I do." She arched her brows at me. "You too, by the way. I meant what I said earlier this week. You really are good for him." Then her expression changed, and a rare vulnerability tinged her voice. "Just, don't hurt my friend. Okay?"
"I won't." I said, and meant it.
She nodded and went back to her meal prep. I shook off the lingering effects of our conversation and opened my work email. I figured I'd at least stay caught up on that, so I wouldn't have such a backlog when I returned.
After about 20 minutes, Martha had loaded up the crock pot with the makings of turkey chili, and she left the house to go into town for some supplies. I kept plugging away at my email for another 15 minutes.
I finished up, and then I walked into the bedroom. I knew Daniel should be done with his client anytime, and would be on the way home. I smiled as I thought about it. I stripped and got into bed. I wanted to be ready when he arrived. I'd give him a really steamy look, and he'd be unable to resist me. That's how it was going to go down, at least in my mind.
And ... then I went to sleep. sigh
I woke up to 215 lbs of naked Daniel pressed on top of me. "What's this I've found in my bed?" He whispered in a husky voice. "Looks like a sleepy little bear to me."
I smiled, and I tried to bring my arms to hug him. But I found that he had them pinned to the bed. "A sleepy ... delicious ... TRAPPED bear." He said the words slowly, then licked my throat. I grunted at the sensation. I wasn't sure at first, but I decided I liked it. He turned my head and licked up the side of my face. I tested his strength and found that, yes, I was most assuredly pinned. I began to leak precome under him. Yeah, I definitely liked it.
He rolled until I was suddenly sitting on top of his hips. But his hands still had my wrists in an iron grip. He moved his hands down till my palms were against the bed on either side of his narrow hips. I was tightly pressed against his naked dick, which was, conveniently for him, directly under my ass.
He rocked his hips back and forth, and rubbed himself against me. I realized his cock already had lube on it. He had planned this out! I growled.
He pulled his hips back and I felt him wiggle until his dick was in position. He grinned at me. He pushed slowly, and I felt the head enter me. I breathed and he watched my face the whole time, waiting till I was ready. When I was I nodded, and he allowed himself to slide into me an inch at a time until I rested on his hips.
I licked my lips. I went to reach for my cock, but I had forgotten he still had my wrists I looked at his face, and he smiled. The expression was devilish. "Remember what you did to me?" He bucked his hips a tiny amount, and his dick slid back and forth past my prostate. I gasped. "Well, it's payback time." He started quick but tiny thrusts on me, and I groaned as my cock leaked precome until it down my balls onto his belly.
After a few minutes I looked down at him. "No way ... you can make it." I swallowed. "I barely did with a condom on."
His smile got even more evil, if that were possible. "I jerked off twice today." My eyes went wide. "This is going to take a loooooooong time." He kept going, and I couldn't help but helplessly moan.
The position he forced me into had me slightly leaned forward, and he was mercilessly tapping my prostate. My eyes watered, not from pain but from the intensity. He watched my face and I saw him lick his lips. His jaw began to work, and I knew he was closer than he would like to be. He might not be able to finish me after all. Out of spite, I wanted him to finish first. I knew it turned him on to have me struggle, and so I did.
I tried to pull my hands free, and his eyes widened. He held me in place, but I felt his cock spear a little deeper because of the pressure of my attempt, and I gasped. My cock was tingling, and suddenly there was an intense wave of pleasure that started at my prostate and the tingling intensified in my dick. My own struggling had been the thing to push me over.
"Ah ... ah." I tensed up and Daniel grinned beneath me in triumph. He pulled his hips back and began to use regular thrusts and I went over the edge. "Shh ... shit." I shot hands free and a rope of semen landed directly on Daniel's face, right across his nose and mouth. I kept shooting and the rest pooled on his belly. He grunted and groaned under me and unloaded what little fluid he had left in his nuts.
I breathed heavily and watched Daniel's face as his own orgasm went to completion. He parted his lips, and his tongue pulled part of the rope of semen into his mouth. He looked at me, licked his lips, and grinned. Finally he let go of my wrists and put his hands on my hips.
"Mmmm ... terrible thing promise, fulfilled."
I laughed. "Not so sure about terrible." I leaned forward and licked a strand of my own semen off his chin. He groaned under me. That's when I realized he likes to be licked. Okay, noted. :-)
We got up and cleaned ourselves. I've taken more showers around this guy in a few days than I usually do in a week. We dressed and I picked up my phone.
"Huh."
Daniel pulled his shirt on. "What's up?"
"Text from my sister Laura." I cleared my throat. "`You are hereby invited to Christmas dinner with our family in the grand city of San Diego. Matt will be fine or I'll kick his ass. Bring your model.'" I grinned and looked up at Daniel.
He arched his brows and crossed his arms over his chest. I couldn't help but notice how the muscles in his forearm fluttered around when he did. "Model?" He looked at me and I smiled, hopefully in a cute way.
"That's what she called you."
He shrugged and nodded. I guess he was okay with that.
I grinned. "Sooo ..." He looked back at me, a smile slowly spreading on his face. I waved the phone at him. "Uh, wanna meet my sister, her two kids, and her sorta homophobic husband?"
He snorted. "Boy. You're really selling it." His smile melted and he stepped close to me. He put his arms around my waist, and held me against him. "Is it important to you? Do you want me to go?"
I stared at him and I nodded. "Yeah."
He swallowed and he inhaled. "You ... you want me to meet your family? Really?"
I frowned. "Why wouldn't I?" I squeezed him and put my head on his chest. "I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me man."
His hands rubbed up my back and my neck. "Of course I'll go." He put his face in my neck and breathed in. We stood there, and simply held one another for a few minutes.
I raised my head and smiled at him. "Okay. I'm gonna text her back, and have her plan to have us there over the holiday." Daniel nodded, and his green eyes focused on me.
His expression was so tender and ... I let myself stare into those pools of emerald. We stood there, my phone hung forgotten in my hand and I felt a turbulent swirl of emotion. All positive. All powerful. I blinked and I struggled to hold it all inside. Daniel smiled, reached up, and rubbed his thumb on my cheek. I felt him wipe away a tear that I didn't know had slipped out. He smiled. "I feel it too." He patted my back. "Text your sister."
He released me and I couldn't help but smile at him. I sent Laura a text, thanking her and confirming we would both be there. She sent an excited text back to me. The plan was for us to arrive at her house the Friday before Christmas, and leave on Tuesday, the day after. Daniel asked about the itinerary, then disappeared into his office.
I was still typing on my phone, and I walked slowly through the house, following after Daniel. I stepped in the doorway of the office, and looked up. He was just clicking through a website. "Hey, give me your license." He held out his hand.
I frowned, but handed it over. "Why?"
He glanced at me and turned back to his computer. "Booking flights."
I squeaked. "Wait. I don't have the money for that. I was gonna drive us."
Daniel turned in his chair. "I'm paying for the trip." He pulled up another screen. "And it's not charity. Come here."
I choked back my objection and looked at what he had on the screen. It was an ACE Continuing Education workshop. "It's happening right after after Christmas. We can extend our stay a little, and I can attend the workshop. I'll write off my ticket as a business expense, no problem."
I frowned. But it would be so nice to fly versus drive. I sighed. "Okay. But I'm paying you for my ticket. I'll have to cash out some of my time off, but I'll pay for it."
"Don't do that. If it's that important to you then you can pay it back over time. No problem. But don't cash out your time. I want you to spend that with me, not on a plane ticket."
My frown deepened but I nodded. "Okay."
He stood and hugged me. "I'm excited Wayne." He looked at me, and his smile was infectious. "We're going to go on a trip together. You. Me."
I smiled back. "Yep. And you're gonna meet my family." I gritted my teeth. "Should be fun!"
He laughed. "It'll be fine, long as I'm with you."
Now Daniel is working on a proposal for our idea for the high school training business. I'm finishing up my journal entry. And I guess I need to request some more time off of work.
I can't believe that in a couple of weeks I'll be heading to San Diego with Daniel ... my boyfriend, to meet my sister and her family.
Heh. What has happened to my life?