The Phone Call

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>>>>> Alton\'s POV

\"Oh Alton, I\'ve been dying to do that all night.\" I vaguely managed to make out what Nathan was saying and felt my heart soar. My body continued to melt into his and voluntarily pressed itself closer into the hard body it was against, every cell in it reaching out for the other man. I heard myself moan again and my arms eventually wrapped themselves around the strong neck.

I let the tongue that entered my mouth roam freely, and shyly I touched my tongue back to it. It was very receptive to my touch as it reached out for me. Soon, I was giving back as much as I was receiving and found myself engaged in a very delightful tongue wrestle. The arms around me began to sweep down the length of my back before they stopped to rest at the top of my ass. Gripping me there firmly, I was pushed most insistently into Nathan\'s groin so that there was absolutely no mistaking that the other man was very aroused indeed. The evident bulge felt hard and heated against my stomach.

I sought for a much-needed breath when the lips on mine left to venture along my jaw, chin and throat. \"You taste like heaven,\" he whispered. \"Just like I imagined you would.\" I sighed in content and enjoyed the wave of euphoria that flowed through me. I had never felt so good; it was never like this with Alan...

I stiffened at the thought. Alan! I started to panic. Oh no, what am I doing? My arms reached out to push Nathan away, but it proved to be quite difficult...it was like pushing at a brick wall. The kissing never ceased and the constant stimulation on my skin made it very hard to keep my focus on Alan. \"Nathan...\" my voice was low and husky. \"Nathan... stop for a minute...\"

Finally, he heard what I was trying to say and pulled back for a moment, looking down at me with hungry grey eyes. I noticed that he never once slackened his hold on me. Oh shit, what was I trying to say again? Think Alton, think...

\"It\'s Alan,\" I managed to lamely blurt out. The lust in his eyes died out and replaced with... what was that? There was anger, envy, regret?? In the end he let go of me, somewhat reluctantly, and took a step back.

\"I\'m sorry, Alton. I don\'t know what came over me.\" He shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, which drew my attention to the visibly large swell that was in the front. I quickly drew my line of vision away but it was too late, he caught me staring. Nathan cocked his head to one side and grinned at me. \"That\'s what you do to me. Are you sure you want to stop?\"

My throat was dry and I found that I had to swallow a couple times before I was able to find my voice. \"Y...yes. I\'m sure. I try not to make it a habit of throwing myself at any man when my boyfriend just happens to be out of town.\" I straightened myself and stared at him, trying to void all emotion in my facial expression. It must have worked because I saw him stiffen his own stance.

\"What makes you think that Alan\'s not doing the same thing himself?\"

My jaw fell; of all the things I expected him to say that was not it. \"Get out,\" I told him.

A look of regret fell upon his face and he took a tentative step towards me. \"Look Alton...\" I forcibly pushed him away and took the opportunity to escape from his hold. As quickly as I could I walked away from him and was almost out of the kitchen when a pair of strong hands grabbed me around the waist and pulled me tight against his equally strong body. Soft lips and a warm breath caressed my ears. I struggled to get loose, but the grip held me in place. \"Do you deny you feel anything when I touch you like this?\" One hand remained holding me secure around the waist while the other hand traveled towards my chest, slowly caressing up my flat stomach.

\"Nothing,\" I replied evenly. My heart was beating hard and fast and I was hoping that he wouldn\'t be able to detect it. I tried to struggle again, still not willing to give up. A low laugh filled my ear at my futile attempts and eventually I tired out once more. He was a patient man; I\'ll give him that much.

\"How about like this?\" The wandering hand tried a different route and headed south. It paused below my navel where my pubic bone was, just short of the root of my semi-erect penis. That is, the hand was still, but the fingers continued to massage through the material of my pants.

I began to softly pant. \"No,\" I meekly answered.

A tongue reached to lick my earlobe, and the hand finally moved further down to encase my genitalia. A series of strokes and pulls had me in a raging erection in no time. \"Now?\" he demanded. \"Don\'t bother lying, your body tells me otherwise.\" I whimpered quietly. \"Tell me,\" he demanded again. \"Do you like this? Can Alan make you respond this well to his touch?\"

I shook my head, humiliated by my body\'s betrayal. How could I be so easily affected by the other man\'s touch? \"Please, Nathan,\" I implored. \"Don\'t do this to me. He hasn\'t okay? He\'s never made me feel like this before... he\'s never even bother to touch me okay? Are you happy now? He won\'t touch me! Now please let me go...\"

The hands abruptly let me go and I fled to the opposite wall, scraping myself along it until I was curled up into a ball on the floor. I pressed my head into the cool wall and I forced myself to keep from crying. I couldn\'t believe I just admitted that. \"Just go,\" I whispered.

My eyes were closed, but I knew he was still standing there, probably staring down at me in disgust. After what seem like forever, I finally heard his footsteps as he made his way out. The knob turned and the hinge creaked when the door was opened. I finally opened my eyes when I heard no further movement. I looked up from where I sat and saw his grey eyes staring down at me. There was anger in them. Was he angry with me?

\"He doesn\'t deserve you,\" he told me simply. And he was out the door, closing it quietly behind him before I had the chance to ask what he meant by that cryptic statement.

>>>>> Nathan\'s POV

Cursing to myself, I slammed on the gas pedal and sped away from Alton’s house. \'Oh crap, what did I just do back there?\' I\'ve never felt so low before in my life. The guy had begged... begged for God\'s sakes... for me to let him go. But did I? NO. I don\'t know what came over me; it was like all my senses of logic are out on vacation whenever I came near him. He must emit some sort of pheromone that makes one think of nothing else but him. It\'s intoxicating and damn near frustrating.

The odometre rolled up with every kilometre that I put between Alton and me. And with every kilometre the need to go back got stronger. I shouldn\'t have left him there curled up on the kitchen floor like that. But I doubted if he wanted me close to him anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if the guy decided to press charges against me.

I let out a breath of frustration. Staring out into the dark night as the blur of lights skimmed past me, I thought about what Alton had said. I was angry. Why would a man as smart as Alton stay with someone who didn’t appreciate what he had in front of him? He deserved better, someone who would treasure him and the ground he walked on. Someone like... me. I let a smile slip out. I\'d come to a decision... I was going to let Alan have a run for his money and do everything I could until I made Alton mine.

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\"What the hell are you doing here?\" I winced inwardly at the not-so-pleasant greeting.

\"I came to apologise,\" I said. Cautiously I stood by the door of Alton\'s office, warily eyeing the other man in case he decided to throw something at me. Not that I wouldn’t deserve it.

\"I already got your message from admin,\" he informed me bluntly. I must be a sadist or something; he looked beautiful when he\'s displeased as hell. His brown eyes glowered at me and his hair was messed up like the way it normally was. God, I wanted to badly run my fingers through the soft strands.

\"So you DID get my message. Why haven\'t you called then? I was at the station all day waiting for your call. I wasn\'t sure if you got it or not so I decided to drop by and tell you myself.\" I gave him my most charming smile, but he was having none of it. Oh well, I tried.

\"If I accept your apology will you just go away?\" He reached over to grab a large textbook off the top of his desk. I crossed my fingers, hoping that he wasn\'t going to throw it at me.

\"Well, I don\'t want you to say it if you don\'t mean it,\" I told him. He shrugged at me and started to leaf through the book. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I decided to further test my luck. \"How about coffee?\"

He threw me a glare. \"How about not? Can\'t you see that I\'m busy?\"

I studied him for a minute. I could see that my staring was making him nervous as his body was beginning to tense up. \"I\'m sorry,\" I finally said and quietly left the room.

~~~~~

\"Are you stalking me?\" he demanded. I held up my hands in mock surrender before shoving the bouquet of roses in front of him. Alton took a step back and stared at them in shock. His eyes became large and wide, the annoyance in them dissipating.

I was still standing outside on his doorstep. Coast wasn\'t clear yet, still hadn\'t breached the perimetres. \"Does this mean you\'re not going to slam the door in my face?\" I offered him my most hopeful smile. He seemed hesitant to take the flowers from me. \"The thorns are cut, trust me.\" Alton took them, but not before throwing me a glare.

>>>>> Alton\'s POV

I wondered how often he used that puppy-eye look. It\'s lethal. I looked at the dark red roses and then back at him. \"You didn\'t have to buy these,\" I told him.

He shrugged carelessly and waved a hand in the air. \"I wanted to. And besides, even boys need flowers every so often.\" I was secretly touched by the thoughtfulness. I\'d never received flowers from anyone before. Nathan continued to stand there, giving me his innocent look. Well, it was cold, and I was letting the heat out…

\"You might as well come in.\" I took a step back to let him in. His face lit up like a 100-watt light bulb. He took a seat on one of the sofas and I made sure to sit down on the other one. We sat there for a few minutes in an awkward silence. I had been watching TV earlier and the Simpsons was on now. It was an episode I\'d already seen but I pretended to look interested in it.

\"We need to talk,\" Nathan abruptly interrupted.

\"Okay.\" I turned the TV off and fixed him an even stare. \"Why don\'t you start first? Why don\'t you start by telling me what the hell is going on here.\"

\"Alton,\" he began, \"I want you to know that I am really, really sorry about what I did last night. I had no right to question what was going on between you and Alan, and I had absolutely no business in coming on to you like that. I want you to know that I really respect you as a person, and I hope that you will find it in your heart to believe me and accept my apology.\"

I didn\'t know what to say. I wasn\'t expecting him to be so frank. Staring into his eyes, I could see that he was sincere about what he had said and meant every word of his apology. I smiled at him. \"Nathan, I appreciate what you say. I can\'t forget what you did, but I’m sure I can put it behind me.\"

\"Hey, I\'ll take that. I\'m in no position to be choosy. How about we just start all over?\" I stared at him, puzzled. Grinning, he offered me his hand. \"I\'m Nathan McCrae, pleased to meet you. And your name is...?\"

\"Alton Knox.\" I took his hand, feeling somewhat silly.

\"Well Alton, I hope that this is the beginning of a long lasting friendship.\"

I smiled. \"Yeah, me too.\"


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