Which Way the Wind Blows

Chapter 12

“So,” the cute redhead said as he settled himself in Warren’s lap. “How about an … appetizer?” He raised his eyebrows and smirked before leaning in for a deep kiss.

And Warren didn’t disappoint him either. He kissed back with and equal measure of passion, running his hands up and down the guy’s bare chest and back. He’d come home with the sexy redhead just an hour or so after he and Jake entered Kelly’s. And Jake had taken a sexy Asian guy (not Jason, but as hot as he was, anyway) home with him. The previous night, he’d gone home with a brunette. And did he feel like he was playing the field too much? Nah! He decided he was making up for lost time.

He’d spoken to David earlier in the evening as well, and told him about the STD test he’d taken. At first David seemed offended that Warren would wonder if he was clean or not … until Jake got a hold of him and delivered the same lecture, word for word, that he’d given to Warren. Then he’d made David promise to take a test as well, and to use condoms for all blowjobs and dental dams for rimming. Jake didn’t play when it came to safe sex and he expected all of his friends to adopt the right measures as well. He said that unsafe gay sex gave all the right wing religious nut jobs more fuel for their rhetoric and the only defense is a responsible offense.

And now Warren found himself in a guy named John’s living room, ready for action on any level. He ran his tongue around the inside of John’s mouth and smiled when the smaller man moaned into his lips.

“Touch me,” John sighed as he leaned back in Warren’s lap to give him better access to his trembling body.

John was without doubt the most responsive lover Warren had encountered to date. Every delicate touch elicited the most intense shudders and deep moans. He was getting incredibly turned on with the way John squirmed, too. It was a pretty potent ego booster, to say the least.

“Feel like moving this into the bedroom?” Warren asked softly, infusing his voice with a note of the soft Southern lilt he’d had before he left Maryland for Seattle.

He’d always tried to disguise it before to keep people from asking too many questions about where he was from. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his hometown, but he used to hate drawing attention to himself. Now that he was in New York and hitting the bar scene, he discovered something he’d never imagined. Northern guys appeared to be magnetically attracted to unfamiliar accents. And the Southern accent seemed to be among the most potent aphrodisiacs. And Warren found he was far from above using it. Sometimes he felt like he was just waking form a 6-year nap.

“Oh, yeah,” John smiled dreamily at him. “It’s definitely time for the bedroom.”

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“Are you sure you want to actually move there?” Victoria asked uncertainly.

“My father got me fired, Vic,” Chris sighed. “It’s clear he doesn’t want me anywhere near him or the family.” He used air quotes on that last part for emphasis.

In the past two weeks since he’d announced his bisexuality to his parents, they’d cut him off financially … no surprise … and wreaked havoc on whatever areas of his personal life that they could. The company where Chris worked was owned by the brother of one of his father’s old college buddies, so rousting Chris from the staff was no great task. And his landlord, a real estate managing company owned by his father and run by his brother, had started eviction proceedings as his lease was up two month’s prior and they more than tripled his rent, which had previously been paid by his father’s accountant. Needless to say the man wasn’t inclined to continue payment.

And as for his two brothers, Chris had tried to call them the night he’d left his parents’ house, but his father had already spoken to them and had forbidden them from having contact with their younger brother in any form. They were apparently more obedient than Chris was, which saddened more than surprised him. His friends followed suit, as their parents were summarily informed by either his or Victoria’s that he was a queer and no longer welcomed in their ranks. Many of them tried to contact Victoria, however, to try to convince her to cut her ties with him as well. She stuck to her convictions and told them all to go to hell, but that was par for the course, he smiled ruefully to himself. He wished he’d had her strength. In fact, other than Victoria, he was well and truly alone. And that was why it made all the more sense to him to move.

“But what if he rejects you?” she pointed out. “I mean, I’m all for optimism, but there’s no guarantee that he’ll change his mind once you’re there, even if you explain what happened.”

“I know that,” he sighed. “And I honestly wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t give me that chance. But I have to start over somewhere, and Madison Avenue is a huge advertising work area. Besides, New York’s a big city. If he really wants me to get lost, I don’t think I’ll have a problem doing that.”

She looked pensive as she regarded him. He seemed lost and depressed. She also knew that she couldn’t stay in Seattle without him, and he would have a hard time in New York without her. It seemed only logical to her that she move with him. She needed a new job, too. Her parents had already told her that she was to get back in her place in the family or leave the charity. It pained her to have to leave it, but their price was too high.

“Okay, we’ll go then.”

“You don’t have to, Vic.”

“Yes, I do!” She gave him a grin. “You’re not leaving me here to deal with this den of predators alone.”

“But you love it here!”

“I’ll love it better somewhere I don’t have to deal with people watching me or telling me I’m wrong to want to live my life on my own terms,” she replied. “And you’re my only real friend anyway.” She gave him a hug. “How can I walk away from that?”

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John grunted and whimpered as he tangled his fingers through the sexy brunette’s hair. The condom around his thick shaft did hamper some of the normal sensations of oral sex, but Warren had been unmoved by his pleas and told him he’d have to wear it if he wanted any. It must taste awful, the redhead thought. Even with the flavored lube, the taste of latex was hard to take. But John couldn’t find fault with the guy for wanting to protect them both it was really sweet.

And Warren had a lot of oral skills that compensated for the difference in sensation. John’s eyes rolled back and he cried out as his lover’s mouth brought him to the brink of release again … only to pull back. Warren liked to draw things out, John realized. He took his time winding him up and now John was thoroughly at his mercy as he moaned and writhed on the bed while the brunette toyed with his cock some more. He was also stimulating the redhead’s prostate while he stretched him and dual sensations were nearly giving John a heart attack.

“Please … Wa-Warren.”

“Please what?” he drawled back lazily looking up at John with his dark and heated brown eyes.

“I want … I want …”

“You have to tell me what you want,” Warren whispered, licking John’s cock from the base to the tip. “I can’t be sure I’m giving it to you.”

Son of a bitch, this guy is fucking sexy! John moaned and writhed some more, trying to push his cock further into Warren’s mouth.

“Do you want to cum with me?” Warren asked as he let go of the cock, pulled his fingers out of John’s ass and crawled up his chest.

John felt too weak to actually reply so he nodded his head and stared helplessly up at the dark haired man he’d been lucky enough to score that night. Warren gave him a satisfied smirk as he pulled another condom out of the box next to the bed, quickly unwrapped it and put it on. When his engorged shaft was covered he lined himself up with John’s waiting and prepared hold and slowly pushed himself inside. John now knew what people meant when they said they saw stars. He actually saw some himself as Warren pushed himself home. God, he felt so stretched and full. But it felt so fucking good.

“Please,” he barely whispered. “Please …”

“Okay, Johnny,” Warren drawled. “I’m going to make everything okay.”

And then he began to move, though it was excruciatingly slow at first. John whimpered and whined and begged some more, undulating against him. Warren smiled and wrapped his hand around John’s tortured shaft before picking up the speed.

“Oh … my … GOD!” John cried as his eyes rolled back again and he lost himself in Warren’s unbreakable rhythm. He lost control a few minutes later and came with a force he’d never expected before and as his walls constricted around his lover’s cock he heard a deep guttural groan before Warren too came in a white hot stream that was stopped by the latex barrier between them, though the hot temperature was evident.

They panted and moaned as their heart rates tried to slow to a natural speed and Warren rolled off John with a deep sigh.

“I think I could get used to all this condom use,” John gasped out. “Look, Ma! No wet spot!”

“That’s true,” Warren laughed.