Across the Square

 

Chapter two:

My lover

 

               

He wasn't there. No mister perfect in the sauna. He must have still been swimming and I wondered how long the average person could go up and down, back and forth in water. In fact no one else was in, Jerry explaining it must have been a quiet day and that the majority of people showed up to use the sauna long after finishing work. It was meant to relax you after working and working out hard. I'd done neither but I felt like a good lounge would hit the spot.



“How's your towel treatin' ya?” Jerry was eyeing me up and I shuffled on the extra fluffy padding under my ass.



“Uhghn... It’s okay, yeah. Is this what a sauna is meant to be like?” It was dark, the lighting coming from underneath the wooden benches, glowing a toasty orange. But it was also a bit chilly. I had always thought saunas were hot.



“It's early. It won't have been turned on long so it hasn't had hours and hours to build up a nice heat. If you move in a bit more and go up a level it'll be better. Over there.” He was pointing towards the back of the sauna, a darker area with a second level of wooden benches.



I got up, towel in hand, and padded over on the tiled floor to the area in question, rearranging my towel on the top bench. Just as I was about to step up Jerry moved over, standing behind me, humming a soft tune as his chest pressed against my back. Without a word or pause he was pressing his erection against my ass, the latter still wet from the compulsory shower. “Jerry...” There was no one else in with us, but that didn't change the fact that anyone was free to wander in at any moment and we both valued our membership to the gym, though probably for very different reasons. He didn't respond for a while, taking his time to torment me thoroughly, rubbing himself between my cheeks, licking droplets from my shoulder. Eventually a response,



“Mm?” I could have laughed at his lazy response, as if we were sat doing a crossword with coffee. Out of the blue there was a hand at the front of my thighs, fingers rolling up my own erection. A tut followed, right in my ear, and the palm of his hand bopped down again before he was moving away, gathering up his towel. I was stood there, wondering how I was meant to leave at full mast and go into the showers, but he turned and gestured for me to follow. “Sauna time is over. Ty is at work still.”



Ty was Jerry's boyfriend. Don't get the wrong idea; he was no cheater. He had too much of a squishy heart for any of that business. Ty knew exactly what his boyfriend did. The pair had strict rules. Jerry could have sex with me, anything and everything was allowed, so long as it was just with me. For that, Ty could have anything but actual intercourse with anyone he wanted but only when he was away with work. He was a lawyer and a popular one so it wasn't uncommon for him to be gone three weeks out of four across the country or even further. It suited them both, and me, very nicely. Ty didn't mind if he showed up early from a work trip and found me in bed with his boyfriend; he cared more if I used his shampoo. Just the same, I didn't mind leaving them to it when he was around. Me and Jerry also had our own agreement about mister perfect. If he ever showed any interest in me and things became serious, me and Jerry would roll back to being just friends. It perhaps sounds a bit heartless, but me and Jerry could never progress further. Believe me, we asked. Ty would not allow it.



Me and Ty respected each other. I understood his situation, how his job was stressful, how he saw Jerry as his own but was kind enough to... Share. He appreciated the fact that I allowed Jerry to do me up the ass (which Ty would never do) and gave him an outlet for his romancing ways, which Ty didn't seem at all interested in. We all got what we wanted and I knew that at least I would be sad to see it come to an end, no matter what doors were opening for me... Like Mister Perfect's bedroom door. I'd take that.



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“What about your shoes?” We were at Jerry's place and I was crouched down, untying my shoes and slipping them off. He, on the other hand, was walking straight into the bedroom. He had an issue with people walking on his rugs with shoes on.



“Who cares about the fucking shoes?” He was pulling the curtains closed, leaving the blinds open so soft light seeped through but neighbours couldn't see every little detail. They probably knew what was going on though, since the curtains were often closed in the bedroom at random times during daylight hours.



“You... Usually...” I followed after him in sock-clad feet, heading straight to him. Expecting his usual preferred method of getting me into bed with gentle fondling I was surprised when hands held my face in place as he kissed me roughly, pulling back just as I was getting warmed up; too soon. He allowed me to work at the line of buttons keeping me from his chest, nuzzling and kissing at his neck before he decided to give me the same in return. My shirt was easily yanked over my head. “Oi, I can't see what I'm doin'.” My fingers were beginning to fumble with the last few buttons as he nipped the skin on my neck, moving me onto the bed.



“Like you're that interested in getting my shirt off anyway. What you want ain't hiding beneath it.” There was laughter in his voice. He was right.



“If we all went with your logic, we'd end up fucking with tops on all the time. And socks on.” His laughing was muffled, coming in puffs of air around my ear as he tried to wiggle his hands into my still closed pants. “Wait, wait. I'll get them off if you stop sucking on my neck.” He moved and I lifted off the bedding, easing my pants down, smiling as he dragged them off my feet, taking socks with him, chucking them over his shoulder and leaving them to hit the wall as he clambered onto the bed to join me.



“Why are your boxers damp? … You better not have done something awfully quickly while I was checking us out of the gym just before...” He was stripping me of my underwear, leaving me nude, stroking the bedding beneath me, the glorious scent of me and him combined hitting me, tugging at my groin.



“You gave me no time to dry my ass.”



That was about all the foreplay I was given, but who cared? Hours of foreplay was for going into the evening with no rush and I was getting the impression we were against the clock. Sucking him off was a hobby of mine; getting him nice and slick with my mouth to ease the way would have been enough to get me off if it was done alongside a wank but it wasn't what I had in mind.



Straddling him, with a quick shift of my feet to get comfortable, I was taking what I wanted. I waited, one slow moment, and then began to shift, laughing at how he groaned up at me as if it was the first time he was getting ass in weeks. Our sex life was far more active than that.



“Do you think of him when you're with me?” The words came out as I was in the middle of grinding my ass against him in tiny circles, the only thing I could do to not finish too early as his fist pumped me hard. When I didn't answer immediately he took to stroking his thumb over my sticky slit, my hips jolting at the sharp pleasure, making me wince. He asked this so much. Too much.



“I think about you when I am with you.” That was enough to get him to nod and return to hammering away, his other hand on my hip, instructing me to move. The answer always brought him close and my lack of movement was making him throb inside me. But drawing it out was delicious.



“Do you think of him when you're in me?” I switched direction with my circles, rising and falling one small inch. It was enough to make him grunt before trying to focus on the question.



“Who?” Trying to focus on not moving me himself and concentrate on the question was making him flushed, a sheen over his forehead and chest. I waited, allowing myself the luxury of stroking over the hair on his chest, kneading the flesh with fingertips, hips up again, ready to go.



“Ugh..” He squeezed his eyes shut, blocking me out as I arched my back. “Isaac, just fucking..” A little longer.. And then it came spilling out of his mouth, “I see you riding my dick and how can I think of anyone – ANYTHING – else?!” I bet I loved hearing that more than his neighbours. “Now fucking move or I'm going to-oh-my-god..” I slammed down, shoving him balls deep into me with enough force to make one of his legs jerk behind me, almost knocking me forward. Regaining my balance just as he went to town with his hand I came, groaning his name as he fought to milk me dry right through his own climax.



My legs were beginning to complain and I had to move, easing myself off of him as his erection began to wilt. Slumping down alongside him, pressed up against him, we kissed for a few minutes before he broke it, offering me his hand instead. As I got comfortable with my head on his chest, licking each finger clean, he wrapped an arm around me. He watched me leisurely as ran my tongue up each digit, swirling my tongue around them, and when his entire hand had been given an approved wash he took it away, tapping me lightly on the nose with a wet finger when I began to complain.



A while later he mumbled something and hauled a blanket over us both but I was already well on my way to dreamland, curled in his embrace, not giving a fuck how sticky I was.



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Author notes: I edited this so point all your letters of complaint and pitchforks at me if you find anything wrong. Snuggles to MissusAnn (fictionpress), my beta, when I'm not in a mad rush.

Lisa: Thank you, as always, for the review. I'm beginning to think it's only me and you alive. And you have to wait for Mister Perfect to show up in the next chapter.... Or do you?! O.o

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