by Pfantazm

Author's Note: This story is fictional. It was not based upon people or events from ReaLife [TM]. So if the plot sounds like something you've done, then lucky you.

This story was inspired by, and is dedicated to, an on-line Outlaw who recently got a New Age himself.

All my stories these days are inspired by my boyfriend.

If you liked it, and you want to see more, I have now weaseled my way into the Prolific Authors section of the Nifty Archive. (And I only had to slip the Archivist 700K to get in.)

So thank you, David, David, and David, respectively.

The characters in this story use a condom when having anal sex. So if it does turn you on, you really don't have any excuse, now, do you?

If you want to write to me, make sure you spell my name as badly as I do. It's got an eff and a zed. Write to pfantazm-at-hotmail-dot-com .

	Ryan checked his watch again for the fifteenth time in an hour. He paced the floor of the apartment and wondered why Jamie wasn't calling. He reassured himself that it simply meant that Jamie was on his way home, but if that were so, then where was he? Ever since he'd been assigned that new client, Jamie's boss had been pushing him to work extra hours. Ryan didn't object to this, as such. After all, it meant good things for Jamie if they liked his new campaign, but on the other hand, Ryan hadn't really been able to spend as much time as he would have liked with him. They'd moved in together nearly a month ago, but they were apart often enough that Ryan had hardly noticed a difference. Tonight was going to be a change. They would go out to a nice dinner, then come home and spend a late evening in. And it would all begin when Jamie got home. Ryan checked his watch again. He was glad they hadn't needed reservations where they were going. About forty minutes after the liberally estimated time when he'd be home, Jamie showed up at the door. Ryan took one look and, of course, all was forgiven. His tie was loosened around his neck, over a blue dress shirt, his jacket hanging from two fingers. Straight, reddish brown hair was matted and spiky across the top of his head. His face was flushed, like he'd been running. His dark green eyes were dull with worry. Ryan cracked a crooked smile and took him in his arms. "There was an accident on the highway and the A/C broke again," Jamie explained. "I need a shower." "You have time," Ryan said tactfully. Jamie wasted no time getting to the bedroom, and getting undressed. Clad only in sweat and a smile, he returned, rounded the corner and hopped into the bathroom. After about fifteen minutes, Ryan poked his head inside. No point in locking the door, after all. The shower shut off. Ryan picked up a towel and let gravity unfold it. The shower curtain twitched aside. Jamie's hair was all plastered back. He smiled at his boyfriend. Ryan covered him with the towel as he stepped out of the shower. Jamie allowed himself to be dried off. Soon Ryan was just holding him tight. With the door standing open, the steam escaped into the apartment and the misty mirror slowly revealed two men in love, beginning with their stomachs. Behind the one with the auburn hair stood a taller man with black hair, wire rimmed glasses and, though they weren't open, eyes that were almost as dark as his hair. "This is nice," Jamie remarked, "But are we ever going to get to dinner?" "Aren't I allowed to spend some time with you first? Spending time with you is the whole point of tonight." "Okay," Jamie agreed easily. "Either I get dressed, or you get undressed. Which is it going to be?" Ryan's tummy grumbled. "That settles that," Jamie said, patting his lover's shoulder as he went to get a fresh set of clothes. Jamie lo-o-o-o-oved Italian. Ryan was much less picky about what he ate, and indulged Jamie any time he wanted. He decided on the manicotti over the tricolor tortellini and set his menu aside. The work of the moment taken care of, Ryan took in the restaurant. The place was designed to give the appearance of piazze that no longer quite existed in Italy now, and were supposed to be from some period of recent history that could not quite be pinned down. The effect wasn't carried off very well, but the place had excellent food. Ryan spotted their waiter in conversation with the patrons in one of the booths. He'd noticed the guy had a killer smile, and was noticing now what a cute butt he had. "Are you checking out our waiter?" Jamie asked over his menu, sotto voce. It was obvious that this was exactly what he was up to, so why deny it? "Yeah," he said with a grin. "What do you think of him?" Jamie blinked, then said, without looking, "He wasn't bad." Ryan decided to let the matter drop. The waiter came back to their table. They ordered. He left. Staring into the bottles clustered at the center of the table, Jamie asked, "Do you want to do it with him?" Ryan didn't know what else to say, so he told the truth. "I was actually thinking of doing it with you and him." "What?" "You know. At the same time." This did not seem to help the situation. "How come you've never said anything like this before?" "It's just never come up before. Fantasies and stuff like that. I just assumed it would in its own time." Jamie stared after the waiter on his way to some other table. Ryan worried. He did not look like he was taking this new information well. The conversation from there, what there was of it, was very stilted, and was only on neutral topics. The drive home had been ominously quiet. Neither Ryan nor Jamie wanted to get intimate once they were back in the apartment. Jamie sat in bed reading a novel. Ryan puttered around the apartment, tidying up. He gathered plates and glasses left on the tables and the desk near his workstation. After that he wandered back and forth from one end of the room to the other, picking up clutter, but not actually getting anything done. His mind was elsewhere. Had he said something wrong? Ryan didn't think he had. This was a real fantasy of his, and one that he wanted to share with Jamie. It would have come up eventually. It was rather tactless of him to gawk at the waiter, and the explanation could have been handled better. Still, it wasn't a matter of looking at a cute guy to replace the person he was with. He loved Jamie, and he was very happy with the way things were moving. Had been moving. Jamie's feelings were obviously hurt. However it had happened, that much was true. Ryan needed to do something about that. He went into the bedroom. Jamie sat in bed in a T-shirt, reading. Ryan went over and sat on one leg by his side. "Jamie?" he said. Jamie set his book aside, rolled over and mumbled a "good night." Something in Ryan's body reacted. There was an odd feeling, like something in the very core of him constricted. Then this wave of sadness flowed out over him, finishing at his head, where a tear started to form. Jamie had never rejected him like that. They had been seeing each other for half a year and they'd had fights, but Jamie had always been willing to listen. Wordlessly, Ryan went and prepared for bed. He undressed, set his glasses on the nightstand and climbed into bed. Worry kept him awake. About every ten minutes he would have to roll over to a new position. Jamie was already asleep, but every time Ryan stirred, Jamie was disturbed. So Jamie was sleeping, but Ryan was keeping him from getting any real rest. He looked over to Jamie, his face strangely glowing in the green light of the clock radio. His soft features were untroubled now, and his breathing was even. Ryan knew what it was now, that odd feeling. That was why people said what they did. His heart had broken when he realized just how much he'd hurt the man he loved. He leaned over and gave Jamie a peck on the cheek, then got up as carefully as he could. Ryan fetched a pillow and a blanket from the closet to let Jamie get his rest. He owed him at least that. After several long, miserable hours on the couch, Ryan got to sleep himself. The next day, a Friday, was one of just going through the motions for Ryan. He had enough work as a web designer just then that he could pass the day, just hammering out code without having to think too hard. The time passed slowly. Ryan cooked dinner. Half of it got cold. It grew dark outside. He wondered when Jamie would be getting back. When Jamie did finally get in, barely two words were exchanged. He did little more than collapse into bed. Ryan resigned himself to another night on the couch, since Jamie was obviously very tired, whatever his emotional state was. What was he thinking? Was it just a bad coincidence that he'd had to work so late that night, or was he avoiding him? He'd find out tomorrow. It was Saturday and Jamie didn't have to leave the apartment if he didn't want to. Ryan was up early and sitting at the kitchen table, most of a bowl of now-soggy cereal in front of him. Jamie, in his bathrobe, appeared around the corner. He seemed surprised to see Ryan there. "Can we talk?" Ryan asked. Jamie set the apple juice on the counter and nodded. "What's happening to us? I mean, ever since the restaurant you've been avoiding me. I realize you might just have been working late yesterday, but on Thursday...." Jamie looked at Ryan with watery eyes. Ryan leapt up and hugged him. Jamie hugged tightly back. "I'm sorry. If I'd known the thing with the waiter was going to upset you like this, I never would have brought it up." Ryan was almost in tears himself. "Ryan, I'm just so glad you still want to be with me," Jamie said around sobs. Ryan looked at him, obviously not understanding. "I thought I wasn't good enough for you anymore, that you wanted someone else." "No," Ryan said. "That's not it at all. Here, sit down, hon." Jamie sat in one chair and Ryan scooted up to him in the other and took his hand. "It's not that I want somebody else, it's just a fantasy. I think it would be a fun way to spend an evening for both of us. I certainly don't want to do it without you." "What about you going off and sleeping on the couch, then? I thought you didn't want to be with me." Ryan explained how he was keeping Jamie from sleeping properly. "You need your sleep, so I went on the couch." Jamie started laughing. "What?" "I woke up in the middle of the night on Thursday and found you were gone. I thought you'd left and I was up half the night. I woke up Friday and I was late in to work. When Karen called in at nine p.m. and found out I was still there, she said I should take some time off. She didn't want me burning out before I'm thirty." Ryan smiled. "Your boss is a smart lady." "She is." "Jamie, it's only a fantasy I have. It never has to happen. You're obviously not comfortable with it, and as long as we're still together, and I hope we are for a good, long time, then we don't do it. I'm perfectly okay with that. Do you understand?" "Won't you still think about it?" Jamie asked. "Yeah, probably, but it won't be in any practical way. I won't go looking for anyone, if that's what you mean. Look, right now, it's coming down to a choice between keeping you happy and the fantasy. You'll win every time." Ryan kissed Jamie's hand and Jamie blushed. "Hasn't there ever been a fantasy you've had that you couldn't fulfill? I mean other than making it with the Backstreet Boys all at once or something." "Well," Jamie began, "I have always wished you'd, um, tie me up." Ryan was caught off guard. "Oh...." "And I remember you said you weren't really into any of that, so I just never brought it up." Ryan was frowning. "I just can't understand why anybody would want to have that done to them." "I know, and I can't really explain it myself, so I guess I just won't get to do it again." "Again?" "(whoops)" "What do you mean, `again'?" Jamie's face clouded over. "When Rick and I were together, we did that." Ryan had met Jamie's ex. "Rick? Are you crazy?! The man is a psycho." "He wasn't like that when we were going out. He went through a bad time and he changed. I couldn't trust him anymore. It's why I broke up with him." Ryan got down on his knees in front of Jamie. "You said you couldn't explain why you'd want that to me, but you have to try, baby, 'cause you've got me real scared here. How could you let him do that to you?" Jamie looked down at him. "It's easiest to start with why I don't do it. "There are some people who actually are in it for the pain and abuse. That's not me. And some people have their roles of master and slave in effect all the time, even in public, and that's a little much for me, too. "It's an expression of trust. Of knowing I can put myself in someone's hands and that they're not going to hurt me and that everything will still be okay. "I know it can be that way with you, Ryan. I do trust you that much. That's probably why I reacted so badly when you looked at that waiter. It was like a betrayal, but it wasn't and... I'm sorry. I overreacted." Jamie pulled Ryan up and into his arms. They kissed deeply, after two days of torturous separation. Ryan tried to sit in Jamie's chair, half on his lap. "You said," Jamie continued afterwards, "that you don't do it when we first started having sex, so I just went right on without it." "Which is what I'm willing to do about the threesome," Ryan added. "It is the same thing isn't it?" he said, sounding down. "Oh, God, I screwed this up, didn't I?" "You can make it up to me," Ryan said, smiling. He ran his hand across Jamie's right breast. "Mmmmm, you think I could?" He felt the soft cotton at the crotch of Ryan's track pants and felt a wonderful hardness. Ryan reached up and under Jamie's bathrobe and felt much the same thing. "I know you could." He picked Jamie up bodily and carried him, like a bride, to the bedroom. Jamie laughed. "You're not worried I'm going to drop you?" Ryan asked as he rounded the corner out of the kitchen. "Of course not. You could probably carry me all day." Ryan was built like a football player. "You're not the least bit - concerned?" he teased as he let Jamie drop a couple of inches. Jamie just giggled. "I know you wouldn't. Not on purpose." "Well, you're pretty confident, aren't you?" Jamie nodded. Ryan dropped him gently onto the bed while he squealed. Ryan took off his track pants and shirt. Jamie undid his bathrobe and jumped back into his lover's arms, his heels hooked behind his back. Jamie's butt hovered over Ryan's very stiff cock. Ryan rubbed it against him as Jamie squirmed, rubbing his own penis against Ryan's stomach. They kissed again, heads tilted to the side, and their passion for each other rose again. Ryan gripped Jamie tightly, one arm around his back, one hand in his hair. Jamie was right; he did not want to let him go. He laid him carefully on the bed and got down beside him. He pulled Jamie back against him and they kissed again. Jamie allowed Ryan to lead, and Ryan's tongue plunged far into Jamie's mouth. The taste of him was sweet. Ryan's strong tongue tried to grip his own. When Ryan came up for air, Jamie hugged him tight to welcome him back. Then his silent apology began. He pushed Ryan onto his back and straddled his body. Ryan's face, smiling up at him melted his heart. Jamie flexed his cock involuntarily and it thumped against Ryan's stomach. Jamie buried his face in the hair that covered Ryan's chest and dug down to his nipple. He lapped at and teased this treasure, and got Ryan groaning. Ryan's hands were moving across the surface of Jamie's back and sides. Jamie's hand ran through the thick, curly hair that covered Ryan's front. Ryan grabbed Jamie's ass, squeezing his cheeks. Jamie arched his back and groaned, raising his backside in the air. Like this, their members overlapped, almost tip to tip. Ryan reached underneath and grasped both of their cocks in his hand. He pressed them together tightly and rubbed them against each other. Ryan gingerly skinned back the hood on Jamie's uncut penis. The head of it was wet with juice. He rubbed the two heads together, sending shivers down Jamie's spine. "Oh," Jamie pleaded, "let me have it, Ryan. I want it." Ryan let go to find out what Jamie was after. He spun around and started sucking him off with a vengeance. "Oooooooh... ohhh yehhhh,..." Ryan breathed as Jamie descended onto his manhood. Jamie's cock was hovering over Ryan's head, and he snapped it up in one gulp. They nursed at each other's cocks, each doing what he knew the other liked. Jamie steadily bobbed up and down on Ryan's thick cock, and it went partway down his throat on every stroke. His tongue followed suit, licking along the crown and shaft as he went. Ryan just held Jamie in his mouth and worked his dextrous tongue over the very sensitive head and skin. He licked it all over, like a lollipop, and Jamie's precum was as sweet to the taste as any candy. Jamie moaned into Ryan's crotch. He knew what that meant. He scrubbed at the crown of Jamie's cock with the flat of his tongue as Jamie's moans pitched higher and higher. There was no holding back. Jamie pushed into Ryan's mouth and spurted jet after jet of cum into Ryan's throat. Ryan himself managed to hold off a bit more. He relaxed and just enjoyed Jamie's work without having his attention divided. He sighed, "Oh, yeah," and rubbed Jamie's body down, stroking his torso and legs. Jamie sped up. Ryan's legs tensed up, pointing straight out. Jamie took a chance and poked underneath, reaching for Ryan's hole. When he realized what Jamie was doing, Ryan spread his legs. Jamie was surprised. Ryan didn't often go for this sort of thing. Jamie sucked on his fingers, getting them good and wet. He entered his lover with great care, slowly, very slowly, easing his finger past Ryan's sphincter. Jamie went down on Ryan again, sucking him in and letting him slide out of his mouth rapidly. His finger stretched deep into Ryan's body. Ryan sucked air past his teeth and squirmed underneath Jamie. His seven and a half inches lanced down his boyfriend's throat as he was invaded. It was a rare moment when Ryan could enjoy the sensations that finger was bringing him, but his desire for Jamie broke barriers. Finally, the pleasure had built up too much to be contained any longer. Ryan's legs stretched out to their fullest, and he squeezed down on Jamie's finger. He pumped a healthy amount of semen into Jamie's gullet, which was happily gulped down. After the last few imaginary traces of cum were lapped up from Ryan's cock, Ryan collected Jamie up in his strong arms and held him close. "I'm so glad to have you back," he said. "I'm glad we're together again too," Jamie replied. "I love you, honey." "And I love you. Let's don't fight like that again." Ryan gave Jamie a squeeze. "It's a deal." The two young men spent that whole Saturday playing with each other like that. Jamie even got to fuck Ryan. They celebrated each other's bodies, making up for lost time and misunderstandings.

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