Not in the Architect's Plans 2
by Londonboy
It was Thursday and I had just arrived at the site of my future home. The few days between my initial meeting with Justin and now had completely fueled me into a different feeling from the one I had at My Father’s Office. I came that day ready to tell Justin that he was relieved of his duties. I was certainly drawn to his self-confidence, not to mention his magnificent body, but we were now talking about the home to be created by my life savings. I had completely reversed my thoughts about hiring a contractor – I was, again, convinced that I could do the job. I merely needed to explain that to the beast-of-a-man that assumed he had the job. When I got out of my car, I was amazed at the army of workers assembled. I immediately decided not to let that sway my determined plan of action. I was ready to tell Justin he did not have the job. I quickly picked out the big beefy dude was in the middle of all the normal-looking workers – apparently waiting for me. I shook my head hard after gazing on the beautiful brute man, as if I could force the image from my head, and then walked directly to him.
“Hey Justin, can we talk over here for a minute.”
I singled to the left. He smiled and then followed me, accompanied by a pretty woman that had been standing beside him. I turned to the huge beautiful human mountain and felt temporarily tiny, not to mention distracted by his looks. I forced myself to stay on task. I cleared my throat and began.
“Listen, Justin, I’m very thankful for the offer to help here. It was kind of you to say yes to be the contractor for my project, but I’ve decided to go in a different direction. There are a myriad of permits and other stuff needed for us to begin. I know you come highly recommended, but there are so many steps before we begin and here you are with an assembled army ready to begin in just a few days. It’s just not going to happen this fast. I’ve been part of this business for a lot more years than you and I know the process. You might still be learning the tricks of the trade, so I think it might be best if I went in a different direction. I’m sorry if I led you…”
“Sorry to interrupt you, Marcus, but talk to my assistant here, Andrea. She’ll explain everything. I can see you’re worried and upset so I’m going to walk away before you make me upset. ‘Cause you wouldn’t like to see me upset. I promise you that, Marcus. She’s got all of your answers. You got to start trusting me, man. Let me do my job. I can see you want to do everything, but that’s why you hired me, right?”
“What? No, Justin you don’t understand. I’m afraid this is not the right…”
Justin had already walked away. He moved back into the crowd of workers at the middle of the sight and began to give out what seemed like orders. People started moving into action. The woman beside me finally spoke.
“Hi, Mr. Wright, I’m Andrea Simpson. I believe I have everything you need right here.”
The tall brunette handed me a notebook and I was still so in shock that I simply held the thing as she opened it and started slowly turning over every permit, letter, or document I would need to start building the house. I’ve worked in this business for so long that I immediately knew everything was there and in order – as if someone had been working on the notebook for years. I looked at Andrea in disbelief.
“He really is the best, Mr. Wright.”
“But how the hell did he get these in just a few days. It usually takes months to get some of these things. And please call me Marcus.”
“Thank you, Marcus. Trust me, I’ve never dared ask how he does it. I just know that when he takes on a job he puts everything he’s got into it. You should also know that he usually finishes weeks before the promised date. I just want to give you a heads up.”
“My god, you mean the testimonials on the website are all true?”
“Yes sir.”
There was a long pause but it was clear to both of us I wanted to ask a question. I had a feeling Andrea knew what my question was, but I couldn’t figure out how. It took me a few minutes to get the nerve to speak.
“Is he . . . um, is he . . . well, you know . . . I mean is he . . . “
“Gay? Listen, Marcus, Justin is anything Justin wants to be. His size allows that. We’ve all been trying to put him into a specific box for years, but the just defies any and all boundaries. He’s a mystery, that Justin.”
We both watched the big man give out orders to the workers. Because of the group assembled and the amount of supplies, you would have thought I was building a high-rise complex instead of a two-leveled beach house. I counted three bulldozers and two other crane-like monstrosities. There were also a bunch of huge dump trucks, obviously there for carrying away the tons of dirt they were going to dislodge.
“I will tell you one thing, Marcus, if you don’t mind me being bold. I haven’t ever seen him this smitten.”
I turned to Andrea and my face made it clear I didn’t understand.
“I’ve caught him looking at your Facebook page every day this week and he actually turned red when we teased him about it yesterday. And, trust me, Justin never turns red. I think you’re looking at a bull that wants to learn how to fit into your china shop, Marcus. He’s a great guy, but, trust me, he has no idea how to woo someone. He’s used to just taking whatever he wants, but – for some reason – he’s not going at it that way this time. He’s just putting all of his energy into building you the best home ever. It’s really kind of fun to watch. I think it’s sweet.”
My face went from confusion to utter shock. I also figured out that Andrea was in love with the guy and had been for a while. My mouth opened to protest what she was saying, but shouting from the middle of the site quickly interrupted me.
“What the hell are you doing, Terry? Can’t you get that damn thing turned in the right direction?”
Justin was yelling at a tall guy in the driver’s seat of one of the bulldozers. The machine was between two huge mounds of dirt and it was obvious Terry was attempting to aim the machine at one of the large piles, but he couldn’t maneuver the dozer in the correct way. Big Justin, on the ground, didn’t seem angry, he was just trying to offer Terry some advice. The poor driver wasn’t listening and he was stripping the gears as he tried to move into reverse too quickly. Justin walked over to the dozer, grabbed the beam that stretched from the body to the blade and then started moving to his right. The entire mechanism followed the giant and it was clear that it was as simple as if he was merely pulling an empty baby stroller a few feet across a sidewalk. The entire dozer spun about one hundred and eighty degrees, as I stood there dumbfounded. Justin helped to aim the big blade toward the pile of dirt. He looked up at the driver when he was done and smiled.
“There you go, buddy.”
It was too much for a weak guy like me to handle at one moment – watching Justin pull a bulldozer around with little effort, hearing Andrea’s story about the guy’s attraction to me, and the fact that my dream house was being built by the sexiest giant I had ever met. Later, I would blame the heat of the sun beating down on me, but at that moment my legs gave out and I slumped to the ground. As my mind started to go blank I heard Andrea yelling toward her boss.
“Justin, I need some help over here!”
I was semi conscious as huge sweaty arms lifted me from the ground. I instantly knew one of the two limbs was the same one that had just moved an entire bulldozer with no strain at all. I was carried to the back of a large truck. A blanket was laid across the flat tailgate and then I was put there to rest. A beefy hand raised my head and a bottle of water was brought to my lips. I drank immediately and my blurred vision came to a focus on the cobalt blue eyes of Justin.
“You okay, buddy?”
“Um, yeah . . . it must be the sun.”
I lied. I also looked around and saw that a group of workers and Andrea were staring at me from a few feet away. I was instantly embarrassed and wanted to hide. I took another swallow of the water offered to me and then I pushed myself up – unsteadily, but Justin’s strong arm kept me in place.
“All right fellas, the show’s over. Let’s get back to work. Andrea, I have things covered here. I’ll see you back at the office.”
The crowd dispersed immediately. I glanced at Andrea as she began to walk away and she winked at me with a big smile. It was as if in her mind everything she had shared earlier had just been confirmed by Justin’s actions. I was too dazed to register anything but dizziness and the huge paw supporting me at my back.
“I’m really sorry . . . about that. I don’t know what happened. Like I said, it must be the heat.”
“Or maybe it was from watching a bulldozer being so easily manhandled.”
I was still a little out of it, so I wasn’t sure I had heard Justin correctly. I turned my head to look at his face and I was greeted by a smile the size of the Grand Canyon. Not another word was spoken. We simply stared at each other for a few seconds. His smooth, tanned skin and his beautiful long hair mesmerized me. I could feel my heart beating faster and I began to worry I was going to pass out again.
“I really need to get . . . um, back to work.”
“Just rest for a few more minutes, Marcus. I think you got a little overheated.”
“You can say that again.”
I spoke without even thinking. My response made Justin laugh out loud. I focused on his thick muscled neck as he threw his head back. I had an intense desire to run my tongue up and down that beautiful part of his body. I could feel blood rushing to my crotch and my sleeping friend, Rod, began to stir. My body’s reaction caused me to panic.
“I’m fine now, Justin. Really. I need to get going.”
With that, I slid off of the truck, not realizing how high the tailgate was from the ground. Of course the vehicle would be jacked-up high to meet the height demands of such a big guy. I hit the dirt hard and teetered a little. Justin’s hand remained at my back and easily held me in place. He also continued to keep it there as I walked to my car – a gesture that embarrassed and calmed at the same time. The big man opened the door when we stood beside my Jaguar. I slid into the seat and looked up at him. He glanced at the car and then spoke.
“We’ll have to take my truck ‘cause there’s no way I’m going to fit into this matchbox.”
“What . . . I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”
“Tonight, when we go to dinner. I’ll have to pick you up because all of my body mass isn’t ever going to fold up tight enough for me to ride comfortably in this little death trap.”
To emphasize what he meant, Justin reached over and grabbed the edge of my roof with his right hand. He shook the car back and forth – and it instantly felt like I was four wheeling. The big man was again manhandling a machine like other people might move a magazine. I turned my gaze to his gargantuan arm and realized that just this piece of his body alone would be uncomfortable in my car. The guy was just so freaking huge. Suddenly, the car stopped and Justin began to shut my door.
“See you at seven-thirty, stud. No need to dress up.”
The door was then shut. Justin tapped on the top of my car to say farewell and then turned to walk away. I stared at his humongous back, his gorgeous bubble butt, and his thick muscled legs while he strolled back to the center of the work site. I knew that he knew I was staring at him and I could tell he loved it. It took me a few minutes to remember how to start a car. As I drove away I was sure I heard a guy whistle at me loudly. I knew it was Justin.