Drew and Jesus
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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1,091
Reviews:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1
It seems like it’s been forever since we’ve seen eachother, but in reality it’s only been a few days. I’ve been busy writing and getting some pieces ready to submit to a couple different literary magazines. Last week Drew finished his latest collection of photography and he’s frantic about getting a show.
His agent and good friend, “Kellee, two Es no Y,” (such a bitch) has been at his apartment almost everyday for the last week. One reason I’m so happy to have my own place, no unexpected “friendly” visits.
As soon as I walk into his apartment, my ears are assaulted by the sound of “Kellee, two Es no Y” talking on the phone. I’m about two seconds from just turning around and leaving when Drew comes up to me. He puts his arms around my neck and leans in to give me a kiss – a long, slow, wet kiss. My hands are on his waist and slowly moving down towards his ass. Just as I start thinking about all the things I’m going to do to him in a few seconds, I hear that bitch.
“What the fuck Jesus. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself when you have company?” See, she’s a cunt.
“I don’t have company. And you can get the fuck out.”
“Be nice, baby.” For Drew’s sake, I keep my mouth shut and head to the bedroom. I take off my jacket and am in the process of removing my shoes when Drew walks in. I turn my back to hang my jacket in the closet and his arms slide around my waist.
“I’m sorry baby,” he whispers in my ear. I turn around to face him, putting my hands on his hips and give him a quick peck on his very soft, very inviting lips.
“No need to be sorry. I’m being an ass. It’s just I haven’t seen you in couple days and I thought we would be alone tonight. How long is Kellee going to be here?”
“Well, if you wouldn’t mind, we’re planning on going out to dinner and I want you to come. She’ll probably go home from the restaurant.” He looks at me with pleading, wide eyes.
“Do I really need to be there?” I ask, already knowing that I’ll end up doing whatever Drew wants.
“Please baby. I really want you there.”
I pull out of his arms and reach for my shoes. The things I do for this man. This is going to be pure torture. Listening to Kellee talk for an entire night is not my idea of good time.
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We end up going to some Thai restaurant. I hate Thai. “Kellee two Es no Y” picked out the restaurant. She’s such a bitch, Drew doesn’t even like Thai. So, we’re sitting at the table and Kellee’s going on about her boyfriend drama.
“So, what the fuck’s up with the show?”
“Baby,” Drew admonishes. Kellee adjusts her glasses, glares at me, and returns her attention back to Drew.
“Well, there are three galleries willing to show your work. Gallery #1 is doing a young artists show. There will be nine other artists in the show. Gallery #2 is willing to show you’re work with another more well-known artist. And, the one I suggest you do, a smaller gallery named By Design is willing to give you a solo show. I think you should go for it.” Finally, something the bitch and I agree on. Drew looks hesitant.
“I don’t know. Can I even carry my own show?”
“Drew, you’re work is excellent. You can do this.” I really look at him to make sure he’s listening. This is a perfect opportunity for his career. I can see him mentally debating whether he should do it before he looks at Kellee.
“Sure let’s do it.”
“Great! You have an appointment tomorrow morning with the gallery owner.” He spends a few minutes pretending to be outraged that Kellee assumed he would do the show and after a few moments they’re back to talking about Kellee’s new boyfriend. Two excruciatingly long hours later, we leave with plans for Drew and I to go to the gallery tomorrow morning.
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I wake up to the loud alarm, Drew’s arm around my waist, and puddle of drool on my chest once again. The alarm is next to Drew and it doesn’t look like he’s waking up anytime soon. He sleeps like the dead. I push him off of me and reach over to turn off the alarm. The only reaction he has to the disruption is a sleepy “baby” and his arms reaching for me again.
“Drew,” I say tickling his side, effectively waking him up. His hands try to slap mine away. He burrows further under the covers, just his face exposed.
“Drew, wake up.” His eyes slowly open.
“No.” He says defiantly with a small pout and burrows completely under the covers. Sometimes I swear I’m dating a ten year old. I pull the covers away from his face and whisper in his ear.
“Please wake up. I’ll make it worth your while. Both of us in a nice hot shower.” I pause to kiss his lips. Before I can pull away he deepens it and our tongues are in each others mouth. I finally manage to pull away. “If you get up right now, I’ll do whatever you want to that sexy little body of yours.” Before I can get out another word, Drew is out of the bed, in the bathroom with the shower running.
“Hurry up!”
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We actually arrive at the gallery on time, despite our little foray in the shower. The girl at the front desk directs Drew to the back office of the owner. I stay behind in the gallery and walk around to look at the work. I actually didn’t want to come here today. I didn’t want to intrude. This is Drew’s thing. But, he was quick to point out that this is an important step in his career and he wanted me by his side the entire time.
Just think, a few months ago, I couldn’t admit we were a couple and now we’re sharing something as big as his show. I think part of his reason for having me be so involved in this show is to prove to me that we’re on solid ground, considering the main reason I don’t want to move in is a fear that it could all fall apart once we’re together 24/7.
I’m lost in my thoughts when Drew returns with the gallery owner.
“Lisa, this is my boyfriend Jesus Gonzalez.” I reach to shake the petite brunette’s hand. “Baby, this is the gallery owner, Lisa Petrie.”
“It’s nice to meet you Jesus.”
“Likewise, Lisa.” See, I can be polite.
“I was just telling Drew that I actually won’t be the one to handle all the details of his show. The gallery manager, Paul Anderson will be handling everything. Drew’s meeting him sometime next week.” She looks at her watch. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to run to another meeting. It was nice meeting you Jesus and I’m looking forward to your show Drew.” And with that she walks back to her office.
“It looks like you have a busy week ahead.”
“We have a busy week. I want you to meet Mr. Anderson with me.”
“Why the fu…”
“Baby,” Drew interrupts with the whispered plea.
Why the fuck do I even try?
His agent and good friend, “Kellee, two Es no Y,” (such a bitch) has been at his apartment almost everyday for the last week. One reason I’m so happy to have my own place, no unexpected “friendly” visits.
As soon as I walk into his apartment, my ears are assaulted by the sound of “Kellee, two Es no Y” talking on the phone. I’m about two seconds from just turning around and leaving when Drew comes up to me. He puts his arms around my neck and leans in to give me a kiss – a long, slow, wet kiss. My hands are on his waist and slowly moving down towards his ass. Just as I start thinking about all the things I’m going to do to him in a few seconds, I hear that bitch.
“What the fuck Jesus. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself when you have company?” See, she’s a cunt.
“I don’t have company. And you can get the fuck out.”
“Be nice, baby.” For Drew’s sake, I keep my mouth shut and head to the bedroom. I take off my jacket and am in the process of removing my shoes when Drew walks in. I turn my back to hang my jacket in the closet and his arms slide around my waist.
“I’m sorry baby,” he whispers in my ear. I turn around to face him, putting my hands on his hips and give him a quick peck on his very soft, very inviting lips.
“No need to be sorry. I’m being an ass. It’s just I haven’t seen you in couple days and I thought we would be alone tonight. How long is Kellee going to be here?”
“Well, if you wouldn’t mind, we’re planning on going out to dinner and I want you to come. She’ll probably go home from the restaurant.” He looks at me with pleading, wide eyes.
“Do I really need to be there?” I ask, already knowing that I’ll end up doing whatever Drew wants.
“Please baby. I really want you there.”
I pull out of his arms and reach for my shoes. The things I do for this man. This is going to be pure torture. Listening to Kellee talk for an entire night is not my idea of good time.
We end up going to some Thai restaurant. I hate Thai. “Kellee two Es no Y” picked out the restaurant. She’s such a bitch, Drew doesn’t even like Thai. So, we’re sitting at the table and Kellee’s going on about her boyfriend drama.
“So, what the fuck’s up with the show?”
“Baby,” Drew admonishes. Kellee adjusts her glasses, glares at me, and returns her attention back to Drew.
“Well, there are three galleries willing to show your work. Gallery #1 is doing a young artists show. There will be nine other artists in the show. Gallery #2 is willing to show you’re work with another more well-known artist. And, the one I suggest you do, a smaller gallery named By Design is willing to give you a solo show. I think you should go for it.” Finally, something the bitch and I agree on. Drew looks hesitant.
“I don’t know. Can I even carry my own show?”
“Drew, you’re work is excellent. You can do this.” I really look at him to make sure he’s listening. This is a perfect opportunity for his career. I can see him mentally debating whether he should do it before he looks at Kellee.
“Sure let’s do it.”
“Great! You have an appointment tomorrow morning with the gallery owner.” He spends a few minutes pretending to be outraged that Kellee assumed he would do the show and after a few moments they’re back to talking about Kellee’s new boyfriend. Two excruciatingly long hours later, we leave with plans for Drew and I to go to the gallery tomorrow morning.
I wake up to the loud alarm, Drew’s arm around my waist, and puddle of drool on my chest once again. The alarm is next to Drew and it doesn’t look like he’s waking up anytime soon. He sleeps like the dead. I push him off of me and reach over to turn off the alarm. The only reaction he has to the disruption is a sleepy “baby” and his arms reaching for me again.
“Drew,” I say tickling his side, effectively waking him up. His hands try to slap mine away. He burrows further under the covers, just his face exposed.
“Drew, wake up.” His eyes slowly open.
“No.” He says defiantly with a small pout and burrows completely under the covers. Sometimes I swear I’m dating a ten year old. I pull the covers away from his face and whisper in his ear.
“Please wake up. I’ll make it worth your while. Both of us in a nice hot shower.” I pause to kiss his lips. Before I can pull away he deepens it and our tongues are in each others mouth. I finally manage to pull away. “If you get up right now, I’ll do whatever you want to that sexy little body of yours.” Before I can get out another word, Drew is out of the bed, in the bathroom with the shower running.
“Hurry up!”
We actually arrive at the gallery on time, despite our little foray in the shower. The girl at the front desk directs Drew to the back office of the owner. I stay behind in the gallery and walk around to look at the work. I actually didn’t want to come here today. I didn’t want to intrude. This is Drew’s thing. But, he was quick to point out that this is an important step in his career and he wanted me by his side the entire time.
Just think, a few months ago, I couldn’t admit we were a couple and now we’re sharing something as big as his show. I think part of his reason for having me be so involved in this show is to prove to me that we’re on solid ground, considering the main reason I don’t want to move in is a fear that it could all fall apart once we’re together 24/7.
I’m lost in my thoughts when Drew returns with the gallery owner.
“Lisa, this is my boyfriend Jesus Gonzalez.” I reach to shake the petite brunette’s hand. “Baby, this is the gallery owner, Lisa Petrie.”
“It’s nice to meet you Jesus.”
“Likewise, Lisa.” See, I can be polite.
“I was just telling Drew that I actually won’t be the one to handle all the details of his show. The gallery manager, Paul Anderson will be handling everything. Drew’s meeting him sometime next week.” She looks at her watch. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to run to another meeting. It was nice meeting you Jesus and I’m looking forward to your show Drew.” And with that she walks back to her office.
“It looks like you have a busy week ahead.”
“We have a busy week. I want you to meet Mr. Anderson with me.”
“Why the fu…”
“Baby,” Drew interrupts with the whispered plea.
Why the fuck do I even try?