Purchase Not That Type of Guy
Chapter One
Aiden Jackson
took the disposable cell phone out of his pocket, plugged in his earpiece and
answered the call. “Go.” Aiden spoke with his lips in a thin line, dark
sunglasses covering his eyes as he searched the bustle of people waiting for
their train at the Waterloo Station in London.
“They know
someone’s here,” Chuck said, his voice whisper quiet.
“Shit, they on
to me?” Aiden took off his shades and picked up a book. He leafed through the
pages, acting the part of bored tourist on holiday.
“No, I can see
you, and you’re good.”
Aiden put down the
book and moved through the little shops, exploring the crap for sale, wishing
he were anywhere else but here. Maybe on a beach, or playing golf even, though
he hated the game. This close to the end of a mission always made him jumpy. If
he were on a beach, he would have the satisfaction of another successful
operation notched on his belt.
“You’ve got
someone tailing you now.” Chuck’s voice sent a shiver through Aiden.
An untrained
person would turn to find their tail or they would run. Hell, even a semi-normal
person would roll his shoulders, but Aiden did nothing. After flipping a few
more pages in the book, he put it down and picked up another.
“Any ideas?”
“Yeah, but
you’re not gonna like it,” Chuck said.
“Tell me.”
“Fuck no; just
meet me in the men’s room two stores to your left. And go with whatever I do.”
Aiden dropped
the book and headed out of the store. Chuck could start a fight or act like
they were old friends. Twice before he’d worked with Chuck, and everything had
gone according to plan. Of course Chuck wasn’t the guy’s name. Hell, none of
them knew the real identities of the other operatives, too dangerous.
He passed a
group of people and a few other travellers. The eyes of his watcher were on
him. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he passed by a squat stocky guy
of eastern descent. Pakistani?
Aiden pushed
open the bathroom door, surprised when Chuck grabbed his hand and yanked him
into the back stall. Chuck turned the flimsy lock on the door, closing them in
the small space. Chuck’s hands were on Aiden’s chest, caressing his nipples
through his shirt. Anger brewed deep in Aiden’s belly. His phone screeched and
he turned it off, checking his watch for the time.
Chuck’s tongue
teased Aiden’s nipple through the cloth. Aiden wanted to yank Chuck’s blond
wig, pull him away and ask what the fuck he was doing, but the main bathroom
door swung open, and the clip-clop of dress shoes echoed in the tiled room.
Was it the guy
following them?
Chuck gazed into
Aiden’s eyes, and a small smirk tilted his lips before he slanted his mouth
across Aiden’s.
What the fuck?
Aiden froze. The
extensive shit he’d suffered through in SEAL training, and then with the CIA,
helped him keep his cool as the guy invaded his space, kissed him and touched
his body like a girl would. Chuck’s tongue probed Aiden’s lips, demanding
entrance. For a moment, Aiden wavered on accepting the kiss. He couldn’t do it.
It went against everything he’d fought to keep hidden.
His darkest
desires were playing out in this kiss. The lust he’d kept in check, the dreams
that haunted him, all here, wrapped up in this one fleeting moment of joined
lips that was a joke to Chuck, but a fulfillment of desires for Aiden. His
breath came in halting gasps as Chuck licked at the slit of his lips. It felt
so good. Aiden opened his mouth, admitting Chuck’s thick tongue.
A hint of spice
and dark chocolate fired on Aiden’s taste buds, drugging him with the heady
clutch of Chuck's embrace. The kiss deepened and Aiden felt a bubble of
excitement build in his chest. Mother of
God, I fucking like this!
Where the
prosthetics weren’t disguising Aiden’s features, the scrape of Chuck’s beard
made his skin tingle. A rush of desire flooded his body and zipped straight to
his cock. Their tongues warred as Chuck pulled him in close, trapping him in a
cocoon of unfamiliar lust and desire.
Aiden barely
registered the footsteps of the guy chasing them. He didn’t pay attention to
the man outside the stall and when the door burst open from a solid kick, Aiden
jumped.
Chuck broke the
kiss, his glare deadly. “Do you fucking mind?” he spit out at the intruder.
Aiden kept his
face adverted as shame burned through his veins. He should look at the guy, but
embarrassment flooded him. Keep it
hidden, deny everything. At the last minute he glanced at the guy, trying
his best to keep his face covered with his hand as he studied the man following
them. His muscles tightened and his cock brushed up against Chuck’s belly,
leaving him confused. The shame almost overwhelmed him as his father’s bigoted
accusations came back to haunt him.
Chuck pushed the
door closed and fumbled with Aiden’s zipper. Cold air shocked Aiden’s senses as
Chuck reached in and scooped his dick out of his-body warmed underwear.
Aiden gasped,
almost choking on his own spit. Chuck dropped to his knees and sucked Aiden
into his mouth. Chuck’s tongue rasped against Aiden’s foreskin, pulling it away
from the tip of his uncut cock.
Aiden wanted to
push Chuck away. He wanted to have the strength to demand Chuck stop, but he didn’t.
Every errant desire he ever had was being fulfilled right now. Maybe it was the
operation, the excitement of almost being caught by their enemies, or maybe it
was the rough scrape of stubble against his thighs, or the prickle of Chuck’s
fake moustache on his rod. Whatever the
reason, Aiden fingers sought out Chuck’s thick hair, recoiling a bit at the
feel of the wig’s weave. He clutched onto Chuck’s ears and pushed the guys face
into his crotch as he face-fucked his mission partner.
The rush of
blood to his cock and balls was more powerful than when he was with a woman.
His heart thundered in his ears, making him dizzy. Aiden closed his eyes and
threw back his head, no longer caring a guy was giving him the best head of his
life. Fuck, I’m face-fucking a guy!
His balls rose
high and tightness pulled at his stomach, sending waves of hot and cold down
his legs. His knees wanted to buckle, but he wouldn’t fall to the floor.
Outside the
stall he heard the enemy speaking on his cell phone. “No, it’s just two faggots
dicking together.”
Heat washed over
Aiden’s body. It was as if his father were here, judging him of the crime. I’m not a fucking faggot.
Messing around
with Chuck felt better than any girly fuck he’d ever done before. Every muscle
of his body tightened, his orgasm built. He didn’t want to think about what his
father would say or whom he was doing, but he couldn’t help but marvel at the
strength of Chuck’s shoulders as his dick leaked pre-come down the guy’s
throat.
Chuck reached
around and spread Aiden’s checks, brushing his fingers along the crease of
Aiden’s ass. The sensation took Aiden by surprise, causing his heart to pump
wildly.
“Damn, that’s
good.” Aiden felt heat creeping over his face. Why had he spoken out loud?
Then Chuck did
something Aiden thought he would never be brave enough to allow anyone to do.
One finger, then another, slid into Aiden’s ass, pushing past his tight ring of
muscles. He gulped in a breath, shocked at the pain.
“Awe...Fuck.”
Aiden couldn’t stop the rush of come jetting from his balls and down Chuck’s
throat.
The guy
searching for them escaped the restroom, but not before telling them to get a
room.
Chuck nursed
Aiden's dick, draining all of his seed and swallowing it with a satisfied moan.
The man crawled up Aiden’s body, lips scorching a path over his abs and his
pecs. A final kiss seared Aiden’s brain with images of scruffy beards, strong
muscles and rough sex, and the taste of his own semen.
The kiss ended
and Aiden checked his watch, worried they were late for their train. FuckityFuckFuckFuck. Only a minute
thirty-six and he’d popped his fucking cork and shot his jizz down Chuck’s
throat. How the hell had he blown his load so fast, and with a guy too?
The last time he
had sex he almost thought he wasn’t going to reach orgasm. Hell, he hadn’t been
with a chick in months, many months, which explained everything. The private
desires he had weren’t for real, just pent up lust. The need for release had
him hot and bothered. No gayness at all, just desire making his dick hard and
his balls full.
Liar, liar.
He checked his
watch again, sure he’d spent longer kissing the dude and letting the guy suck
his rod than a minute thirty-six. Never had he blown his load under three
minutes, and here he was going off like a kid in heat in half the time.
“Time to
hustle.” Chuck’s voice broke into his thoughts.
Aiden shook his
head and stored his package, zipping up his jeans without looking Chuck in the
eye. Aiden dialed Chuck as they left the bathroom and moved to separate parts
of the platform, their conversation all business, ignoring the moments earlier
when Chuck had sucked Aiden off so quickly.
His training
kicked in and Aiden forgot the sex, forgot the kiss, and forgot the amazing
feeling that rocked through his body as another man had sucked him dry. He
focused on the mission at hand. In three minutes, a train would pull into the
station. He and Chuck would board and sit as close to their target as possible.
They did the
impatient tourist thing again, Chuck filtering through his bag fifty feet away
and Aiden browsing a newsstand. God, he wanted to lick Chuck’s neck.
“Ride’s here,”
Chuck said and disconnected his phone. No more contact during the assignment.
Rules were rules.
Aiden boarded
the train and found his mark sitting with his three bodyguards. He sat two rows
away and on the opposite side of the car, facing the guy. Aiden opened the
newspaper he’d bought for this occasion. He observed Javad Shirazi without
openly watching, a true art form few mastered. Any direct eye contact would
alert the man to their interest, and the last thing he or Chuck wanted was for
Javad to get antsy and suspicious.
The guy who’d
followed them into the bathroom wasn’t on board. Aiden wondered how much
security Javad had. Did he have men at every station looking for a professional
hit man? Did he really think the government would be that obvious?
Javad Shirazi
had been a particularly itchy thorn in the ass of the American and British
governments for the last four years. He’d come onto the terrorist scene
quietly, funding one bomb plot then another, till he was the head of a cell
located in Germany. This week, he’d taken his family on vacation. Stupid fuck
ran a legitimate medical supply business, which afforded him the opportunity to
take frequent trips with his wife and daughters, a luxury the parents of babies
he’d murdered would never have.
Last week, the
CIA received information regarding Javad’s morning itinerary, including a brief
meeting with two members of a terror cell here in London. Officially, the
government didn’t want to blow their surveillance on two low level members of
the London cell when there were more pressing matters at hand. The call was
placed. Chuck had requested to work with Aiden.
The thought of
Chuck sent heat racing to Aiden’s crotch and face. He groaned and shoved away
the illicit images of Chuck wrapping salmon pink lips around his wand. The
train jostled, reminding him to focus on the mission at hand.
The Vauxhall
Station was less than two minutes away, which apparently was more time than it
took him to come into a guy’s mouth. Aiden shook off the self-recrimination and
slid the safety nub off the ring on his left hand, careful to not prick
himself.
Announcements
were made, and people stood. Chuck jumped up from his seat and took a step
towards Javad. This is where the plan could easily go wrong. They’d spent days
working out, practicing and running through how to get Javad to smoothly take
the coin Chuck offered. It wasn’t a normal coin, but one covered in a film that
when introduced to the subject, made the poison in Aiden’s ring more potent.
The chemical on the coin had no scent, no taste and no color. The subject would
never know he’d been given a doctored coin.
Chuck bent down,
his face full of surprise, just like they’d rehearsed. “Wow, this is cool.”
A few people
turned to check out the interruption in their boring commute. Javad didn’t
move.
“Huh,
interesting.” Chuck stood and moved his head to look at all the passengers.
The men with
Javad were getting antsy like Aiden knew they would. Aiden hated and loved this
part of their missions. Sure, it was easy to stand two thousand yards from a
mark and pump lead into him, but where was the fun in that? Personally, Aiden
could waste an orange at three thousand yards; a human at two was chump change.
Working a person up close allowed for much more creativity, and the creative
aspect of this job kept him from going crazy.
“This must be
yours.” Chuck held the gold Iranian coin out for Javad to take.
The coin wasn’t
anything over the top. Just a piece they’d picked up from a corrupt eBay dealer
after the government had shut him down, worth about a hundred to two hundred
American. Enough to make Javad want it, but not enough to make him recoil.
It was common
knowledge Javad loved coin collecting and often carried pieces of his
collection with him when he travelled. He would bring them out to show off, so
it was reasonable to assume he might have a coin of worth in his pocket.
Javad took the
bait. He fingered the gold coin, rubbing his thumb across the surface and
examining the marks on the front and back. His eyes grew larger for a
millisecond then he broke into a huge smile.
“Ahh, thank you
very much. I seem to have lost something important this morning. Ali, give him
a twenty pound note.”
“No, I don’t
need anything for giving you back what was yours. It’s nothing.”
Aiden could have
said Chuck’s lines for him since they’d rehearsed the interaction so many
times. They knew their mark, knew what he would do when given the coin and how
he would react. Chuck played the dumb American tourist to a T, reveling in the
stereotypes, almost too much. Had Chuck not just sucked him off he would give
into the pleasure of seeing the big guy work, but now Aiden couldn’t look at
Chuck without popping wood.
“I insist.”
Again, Javad didn’t stray from what they’d assumed he would do. They’d done
their homework and knew the man.
The train pulled
to a stop and the doors opened. Javad stood, his movements spry for a man in
his sixties. But Javad didn’t go the way they'd predicted. Instead, he moved
away from Aiden towards the far exit, tossing a wrench in their careful plans.
Aiden
improvised. He folded his paper, careful of the poison wrapped around his ring
finger. They’d joked about the delivery method. Poison wedding band, just like
the real thing.
Aiden jumped up
and pushed forward. Javad’s rear guard blocked the aisle. Aiden hated they were
going to miss their opportunity to strike. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw
Chuck move and bump into the rear guard. The guard’s face went red as Chuck
used his bulk to push the guard into the row of seats opposite of him.
Aiden used the
opening to pass the guard and come right up on the back of Javad. Before he
could deliver the poison, he tripped and fell forward. He yelped, and Javad
spun around, reached out and grasped onto Aiden, supporting his body weight.
Aiden purposely thought about Chuck’s mouth on his cock, forcing a blush and
making him look embarrassed. He reached forward and grabbed onto Javad’s arm, letting
the poison ring prick the terrorist’s skin through his coat
Javad didn’t
flinch. Aiden knew exactly what the stick from the ring felt like, knew how
much force to make the small needle sink into the other man’s arm through the
clothing he wore. Knew exactly how to move to keep Javad unaware of the poison
introduced to his system.
If Aiden had
done his job right, the terrorist had no clue what really happened and, judging
from the utter lack of reaction from Javad, Aiden had done exactly what he’d
meant to do.
“I’m so sorry.
I’m such a klutz. Pardon me,” Aiden said.
Aiden shook his
head, again pushing the thought of Chuck on his knees to the front of his mind,
leaving him stammering with sweat popping out on his face, the perfect reaction
of embarrassment and awkwardness to cover for the cold hatred running through
his blood. He struggled not to think of the fifteen women and seventy children
who’d been murdered by this man’s work. He didn’t think of the pictures hung on
the board in their war room. The bomb blast that killed four babies last May,
which Javad had financed, didn’t cross his mind. Only Chuck, his eyes staring
up at him as he opened his mouth and sucked in Aiden’s cock.
“It is fine. Are
you feeling unwell?” Javad asked in perfect English.
“No, no, I’m
fine. Just a bit clumsy, that’s all. I’m so sorry.”
Javad helped
Aiden right himself, and waved off his angry guards.
“Be careful,”
Javad said.
“Sorry.” Aiden
watched as Javad and his guards moved on. He picked up his newspaper and left
the train, following after Javad and his entourage. The guards glanced back,
but left him alone. Aiden stopped by a support pole and mopped his brow with a
hanky, playing up his role as a bumbling idiot. He took the time to place the
cover back on the small needle on the ring to avoid an accidental stick, so
practiced in this task; no one would have any idea what he’d done.
Aiden checked
his pockets and turned around in a slow circle, acting like a lost tourist. He
assumed a stupid, but pleasant look on, his face and moved towards the exit.
Javad and his group were moving up another stairwell and going on their merry
way. Little did they know, in less than thirty minutes Javad would suffer a
heart attack, and no doctor in the ER would ever think to check for poison or
look for the skin prick where the poison had been delivered.
All was well as
Aiden headed to his safe house only four blocks away. He walked five blocks up
and circled around, making sure he wasn’t being followed. After punching in his
pass code, he entered the safe house, shucked his gear, tore off the
prosthetics covering his chin and cheeks and removed the brown contacts hiding
his eyes’ natural ice-blue color.
The teeth were
next. Wearing the fake teeth didn’t bother him too much as long as he didn’t
have to eat. He had no idea how the hell Chuck had given such good head with
his disguise on. Aiden forced his mind to consume other aspects of the day and
forget the blowjob. No way in hell would anyone at this safe house or at
headquarters ever find out Chuck had sucked him off in a minute thirty-six
today in the Waterloo Station in the middle of London.
After removing
his disguise, he opened the door to the main part of the house and entered the
room. Another makeup artist hired by The Company waited for him. A wig and a
new nose were fitted along with a pair of glasses to match the ID he travelled
home on. Never a good idea to walk around in his normal state for too long. Any
pictures of him at the airport might filter back to a social media site or be
viewed on the news. He couldn’t take the chance, especially when he’d left the
country under an assumed name. Minimize
the risk in every operation. Not only his personal motto, but a good plan
too.
Aiden watched
the news as he waited for his plane. His seat was business class because first
would have drawn too much attention. BBC news flashed across the TV screen. Aiden
adjusted his glasses, trying his best to appear like a Poindexter even with his
six-two, two-ten frame packed with muscles. He felt he was doing a decent job
of it since few women or men even looked at him.
Thoughts of
Chuck on his knees flashed through his mind as he made his way to the restroom.
His dick firmed up, causing heat to flare up his neck and face. Shit, he had to
stop thinking about Chuck’s perfect mouth wrapped around his cock. As he stood
in the bathroom stall, he pinched the underside of his penis hoping the pain
would cause him to deflate. It worked.
A few minutes
before the gate agent called for his boarding group, a story flashed up on the
news, Javad Shirazi had died of an apparent heart attack in London earlier
today. The funeral had already been planned for tomorrow in his home country.
The medical examiner did as thorough of an investigation as possible with the
restrictions placed on him by Muslim religious practices. With the heart attack
confirmed, no other complications were suspected. Shirazi’s body was on a plane
on the way back to Iran.
Aiden didn’t
smile, didn’t change his breathing pattern, displaying no outward signs to show
the elation he felt at the news the man he’d assassinated today had actually
died, and apparently of natural causes. The small victories like this kept him
in the job. No, he hadn’t prevented Javad’s men from killing those babies or
the other children last year, but he’d prevented a corrupt man from funding any
more disasters. One terrorist at a time, and they would get it done.
The flight back
to DC passed without incident. He refused to think about the bathroom episode
again. He quietly slipped back into the country as Nick Lawson, took public
transportation to mid-town and removed his disguise at a gas station he knew
had no videotapes or computer images from the cameras. No one had followed him.
He was safe.
At home, with
the comforts of his real life surrounding him, his mind flitted over thoughts
of Chuck touching him, kissing him and then finally sucking him. He tested each
memory for only seconds before pulling away and refusing to think of sex with
Chuck again--Until he did.
Aiden stepped
into the shower, his mind all over the place trying to not think about his cock
in another man’s mouth. He washed his hair and roughly scrubbed his body,
ridding his mind of the explicit thoughts of fellatio.
When his soapy
hands came in contact with his dick, he lost the battle. A string of excitement
pulled deep in his gut as he stroked his cock all the way to his balls,
grabbing them and squeezing.
“Ahh, yeah.”
Hot water beat
against his back and steam filled the shower. He imagined a man kneeling before
him, his tongue darting out, licking the tip and then lips sucking him in,
swallowing him whole.
A flash of his
father’s angry face filled his mind. “Fuck, I’m not gay,” Aiden whispered as he
pushed away the thoughts of his father and his condemnations.
Stroking harder,
he jerked his meat like a punishment. Images of men ready to please him filled
his mind. Tears burned his eyes as he stroked up and down on his cock.
“I’m not gay,”
Aiden spoke louder this time, his voice carrying over the flow of the shower.
His father’s words of admonishment roared through his head.
He tried to
substitute in images of women. But they wouldn’t stick. Tears ran down his
face, mixing with the water sluicing off his body as thoughts of one of his
SEAL team buddies, Mike, filled his head. Mike was lanky for a SEAL, not beefy
like Aiden. His lips had been the perfect shade of red and Aiden imagined him
putting those lips to good use.
Aiden groaned
and fought the images and the words of his father, telling him not to be such a
faggot.
“I’m not fucking
gay!” Aiden shouted as though screaming the words could somehow convince the
ghost of his father he was straight. His voice bounced off the flat tiled
surface and rang in his ears.
Mike’s image
popped back into his mind, and his muscles tightened, his breath stalled.
“I’m not gay,”
he whimpered as images of Mike on his knees flowed through his thoughts.
His knees went
weak and his brain fuzzed as he squeezed his dick.
“I’m not gay,”
Aiden sobbed.
Another image of
Mike, ass naked, diving into the pool as they finished training for the day,
rushed to the front of his mind. The need to touch another man did him in.
His cum
splattered against the shower wall, emptying from his balls. Aiden dropped to his
knees, his sobs unintelligible now. He flinched, remembering the beating he’d
received from his father’s hand the one time he’d been caught masturbating to
the NBA calendar that hung above his bed--And not the cheerleader version.
Aiden curled up
on the shower floor, shame flowing through him as he cried, determined not to
think about men and all their deliciously hard body parts. He half expected his
father’s ghost to whoosh into the room, shrieking at him for liking men.
The water turned
cold as his tears dried. He crawled out of the shower, drying with a towel, but
never once touching his junk. The betrayal of his dick pierced his heart and
left him numb.
Aiden couldn’t
look at himself in the mirror, couldn’t bear the shame. He crawled naked into
bed after brushing his teeth. His mind replayed the mission, skipping the part
where Chuck blew him.
Aiden sat up,
his heart thundering and his stomach churning. What if Chuck put their little
tryst into the report? Fuck, this could ruin him.
He pulled out
his computer, plugged it into the secure line and logged onto the reporting
site for The Company. The report wasn’t in. Shit.
He could contact Chuck, but calling the man would be suspicious. The government
tracked all communication between operatives, and he had no idea what Chuck’s
real name was, just like Chuck had no idea who Aiden was.
Aiden tapped his
foot, unsure what to do. Aiden couldn’t submit the report on this one. Chuck
had been the lead. Once the report was filed into the system, he would file his
addendum based on his experiences, but he couldn’t change the initial report.
Aiden refreshed
the screen, praying Chuck was home and finishing up the narrative. He held his
breath, knowing he wouldn’t sleep until the paperwork was filed, and he was
sure no mention of him being sucked off by Chuck was anywhere in the documents.
After twenty white knuckled minutes the report surfaced. Aiden opened the file
and read through the document quickly. No mention of the sexual act was
included in the account.
Aiden breathed a
sigh of relief and read back through the report more slowly. Chuck had said
they were able to avoid their tracker by going into the bathroom. He shut down
his computer, thankful Chuck hadn’t mentioned their sex act.
He climbed back
into the cold bed and rolled to his side, surprised to find his dick hard and
poking the mattress. Why the hell was he hard again? Thoughts of Chuck caused
him to bone up. Aiden clenched the sheets before sitting up and grabbing his
personal cell from his nightstand.
Three messages.
The first was from his mother, the second from Jessica, and the third from his
brother. He skipped the message from his mom and listened to Jessica.
“Hey, Aiden! I’m
back in town for a few days. Call me. It’s my cell, and you know the number.”
He groaned,
remembering the last weekend he’d spent with Jessica. One night with the girl
would cure him of any gay inclinations. She was a former gymnast and could bend
any way he wanted.
He hit
"call back" before even checking his calendar. Any plans he had could
be changed. Work, real work, wouldn’t call him in on another mission for a
while. Time down for assassins included meeting with a shrink and spending time
being debriefed. The debriefings wouldn’t go past five in the evening, and he
would be free for whatever she had in mind.
Jessica answered
her phone. “Hey, Aiden, glad you called.”
“I want to see
you tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow, what
about tonight?” Jessica’s voice tinkled with merriment, annoying the hell out
of him.
He checked the
time. It was only nine, but he was exhausted and sure as heck didn’t want to
see a woman right now. No way could he perform tonight with the thoughts
running through his head. Plus, he wanted to have a very special night with the
girl, one where he could prove to himself, and the ghost of his father, he
wasn’t gay.
“Sorry, just got
in from out of town. I’m exhausted and about to go to sleep.”
“Okay, but I’ll
be thinking about you all night long.”
Jessica sounded
like she was pouting. He imagined her lips stuck out and her eyes all doe like.
His dick didn’t respond, instead, he was soft as bread now.
“Where are you
staying?” Aiden asked.
“The Westin,
Georgetown.”
“I’ll be there
at six thirty to pick you up. Dress for dinner.”
“I can’t wait.”
Aiden hung up,
hating that his dick had played dead while talking to Jessica. She was beautiful
and smart. She’d graduated from Georgetown with a doctorate in biochemistry.
The girl was special. Tomorrow was soon enough to put his libido to a test. Jessica
was so amazing, he wouldn’t stay limp for long.
Aiden lay back
on his bed, satisfied with his course of action. Tomorrow he’d be able to prove
he wasn’t gay and this whole incident with Chuck was just a thing. Jessica
would work on him and get him back on the right path.
Aiden fell into
a deep sleep, forgetting the gay moment, his assignment, and even Jessica. This
sleep was full of peace and no dreams, a blank mind totally exhausted from
little rest and intense concentration.
His alarm went
off at six, and Aiden showered quickly, forcing his mind to stay on his work
and not stray to anything sexual. A driver picked him up at seven, and he spent
the day writing reports and going over every detail of his London assignment.
The interviews would start tomorrow because staff was light today, and they
were needed on another task. Aiden arrived home early and lifted weights,
working hard at staying disciplined and thinking only of Jessica.
The limo he’d
rented pulled up in front of Jessica’s hotel three minutes before six thirty.
Aiden loved how she waited for him downstairs, not forcing him to come up to
the room or go in and call her down. She looked absolutely ravishing in a jade
green dress. The color complimented her eyes and made her reddish-blond hair
seem like a halo. The girl knew how to dress, even down to her expensive
Louboutins, similar to the blue ones she’d worn the last time they’d gone out.
Seeing Jessica
pleased him. The emotion wasn’t some cover for what had happened on the other
side of the pond. Pure happiness at seeing the woman made his heart balloon
with hope. When they met in the lobby, he lowered his lips and kissed her on
the cheek. The scent of wild strawberries and something darker filled his
nostrils. The girl had gone all out to please him. He liked it when his dates
tried hard. Any minute now, he would plump up and the specter of homo-man would
be banished from his mind.
When they
strolled out of the hotel, Jessica stopped and a wicked smile lit her face.
“Nice move, Aiden. I’m impressed.”
She slid into
the limo like she’d done the move a thousand times before. The Louboutins made
her legs look spectacular. All the men and half the women outside of the hotel
turned to stare at Jessica as she slipped into the car. Her visit to DC
couldn’t have come at a better time.
Thoughts of men
doing sexual acts to him were overshadowed with his memories from the last time
Jessica came for a visit. She’d worn a blue dress and matching heals. She never
opted for the typical black or red dress, but she always outshone the other
women wherever they went. The girl was a total looker and at Aiden's side for
the evening.
Jessica pushed
the button to close the privacy shield between the backseat and the driver. Any
minute now, Aiden expected to start experiencing the aphrodisiac affect this
woman had on him. She leaned forward and the front edge of her neckline gapped
enough to reveal the deep cleavage of her perfect breasts. Even if his dick
didn’t respond, he appreciated her attention.
Their eyes met,
and she smiled. “This is over the top, even for you, big boy. Love how you’ve
grown those blond locks out too.”
In the past,
he’d loved the way she’d teased and flirted with him, always making him feel
special, but today, her efforts were wasted. He found her engaging, but no
attraction fired inside him at all.
“Just think of
it as a nice evening out,” Aiden said.
“Hmm, did you
get a new job or a raise?”
Everyone thought
he was a sales jockey. It was easy to cover, and he could speak boring
mumbo-jumbo if anyone asked too deeply. Usually people enjoyed talking about
themselves too much to pay attention to what he did.
“Na, just wanted
a special evening out with you.” Which was true, he wanted tonight to be
special. He needed a bump to his ego and needed to spice tonight up enough to
feel real desire for a girl.
The ride to the
Equinox, the restaurant he’d chosen for the night, passed quickly, and they
were seated at the elegant tables, sipping their Merlot before Jessica could
tell him about her work. He loved hearing about the lifesaving medicines she
developed in cancer research at the pharmaceutical company she worked for up
north.
Hope filled him
as she spoke animatedly about her life and her job. Everything about their date
progressed wonderfully, until a tall, lanky man with a runner’s body in a deep
blue suit entered the restaurant and came into his line of sight. The runner
guy caught his stare and smiled a lopsided grin. Aiden’s heart lurched. A short
guy with black, spikey hair stood beside runner man and bumped his shoulder.
Were they a couple? He felt butterflies in his stomach and tightness in his
balls.
Aiden turned
back to Jessica, focusing on her lips and her eyes, anything to get his mind
off the guy with the sweet brown eyes and sultry smile. Jessica hadn’t noticed
his panic as she told him about a new cancer-fighting drug she’d been working
on.
“Really, it’s
the best hope, but it won’t be ready for human trials for four more years.”
Aiden needed to
say something. “Wow, that long?” Damn, he needed to be more attentive to the
conversation. Really, he couldn’t think of anything else to add. He hadn’t been
paying any attention since the sexy man had entered the restaurant.
Out of the
corner of his eyes, he saw the maître d’ coming close. He glanced over
Jessica’s shoulder. Crap, the table behind her sat empty. His heart and mind
warred between wanting to gaze at the guy and knowing he needed to stop
thinking about guys that way. Jessica had to be his focus tonight.
For the next
five minutes he paid one hundred percent attention to the beautiful and
accomplished woman across from him. It had been easy listening to her talk
about life in upstate New York and how she loved the skiing...he should come up
for a visit. The beautiful foliage and how lovely the springtime was...he
should move there since his job didn’t force him to live in DC.
If Jessica only
knew, but she didn’t...no one did. He couldn’t move away from DC, not now. His
job at The Company was a secret, like his confused sexual identity. Both were
secrets best kept hidden, just like his desire for the man he now stared at
over Jessica’s shoulder. Aiden caught himself before he licked his lips. The
guy with the runner’s body noticed his observation and lifted his glass while
the dude with spiky hair sitting across from him was looking the other way.
Heat filled Aiden’s face.
He forced his
eyes and his thoughts back on Jessica. The poor girl had no clue what he was
thinking. Towards the end of the meal, he excused himself to the bathroom,
squashing any sexual thoughts for the lanky man he’d been drooling over all
night long.
He couldn’t go
on this way. Jessica was an amazing woman with brains and beauty, but he felt
nothing for her. Aiden slipped off his jacket, rolled his sleeves up and
scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.
“Hey,” the voice
from behind startled him. “You should stop lying to yourself.”
Aiden stood up
quickly, water dripping off his face and stared at the mirror, making eye
contact with runner guy standing behind him. The man’s lips were pink, more
pink than Chuck’s had been, and Aiden imagined them kissing his nipples. Heat
swamped his entire body while his dick prepped for action.
“She may be
gorgeous, but she’ll never be able to satisfy you.” The object of his desire
moved closer, lifting a hand towards Aiden’s body, but not touching.
Aiden swallowed
and fought the urge to lean back and force the man to grasp his butt. “You
don’t know what you’re talking about.” His tongue felt too huge for his mouth
and the words came out broken and choppy.
“It’s your life
buddy; don’t waste it trying to be something you’re not. Here’s my card if you
ever...well, you know. My personal number is on the back.”
Aiden spun
around. Big mistake. His lips were only inches from the other man’s mouth. The
enticing smile and the rich scent of sandalwood and pine drew Aiden in. He
wanted to taste this stranger, see if he could be as good as Chuck, but he
didn’t have the guts to kiss the guy here in the bathroom at one of the top
restaurants in town with Jessica sitting only yards away.
Aiden gasped for
breath, and his head swam with heady thoughts of kissing then licking this guy.
He felt like all the blood had drained from his upper body to pool in his dick,
swelling it up five times larger than normal.
The stranger
looked down at Aiden’s crotch and licked his lips. “I would, but I’m here on a
date too, and he can come in here looking for me. Best not to cause a scene.
He’s an artist type, rather emotional.”
The stranger
leaned in quickly and brushed his lips across Aiden’s mouth, then turned and
left the bathroom. Aiden had only seconds to step into the back stall, unzip
his pants, and shoot his cum into the toilet. He jerked with each shot,
thinking about the stranger’s lips and his hands. Holy fuck, the guy hadn’t
even touched him, and Aiden had almost shot his jizz in his pants.
Why hadn’t he
been with a girl in months? He turned around and sat down on the toilet,
resting his head in his hands. How many months had it been since he’d been out
on a date. Three? Or was it five? Fuck, he didn’t know. Even then, he hadn’t
had sex with the girl. His job had been hectic lately. Too many bad guys and
not enough down time. He could blame the terrorist or the job, but really, he’d
changed. Hell, he hadn’t changed; he'd just stopped fighting the deep-seated
need rooted in his life since forever.
Jessica was the
last girl he’d had sex with. Had it really been a year since she’d come into
town for business? God, what was he doing with his life? No girls in the last
year, and he was wondering why he was shooting his load over a guy. He needed
to date more. This date with Jessica would help. They'd have sex, and he’d get
back on track.
Too much time
had passed since he left the table. He pulled up his pants and washed the
drying cum off his fingers, too shamed to even glance up into the mirror. He
stopped before he left the bathroom and forced his eyes to the reflective
surface for a quick review, never once looking himself in the eyes.
Jessica came out
of the women’s restroom ahead of him. Damn, he’d taken longer than she had. He
didn’t want to explain why, nor could he look at the man who’d caused the
problem. Fuck, the cute stranger hadn’t caused the problem, he had.
Aiden caught up
with Jessica and wrapped his arm around her, hoping he sounded seductive. “How
about we ditch this place and get some desert back at your hotel?”
“I thought you'd
never ask.” She squeezed his arm, her smile sexy as she let him get a peak of
her cleavage.
Nothing. He felt
no surge of excitement or rush to bed her. The card the stranger had given him
burned in his pocket. The desire to take out the card and learn the man’s name
before he left the restaurant almost caused Aiden to stop in his tracks.
His eyes
automatically swung to the gorgeous guy who'd kissed him. Again his face heated
and his breathing grew deeper. Any desire he felt tonight was directed at the
stranger across the room and not this beautiful woman he’d once thought of
asking to marry him.
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