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  “Define it for me.”

  “Oh no, I’m not getting into that,” Manuel said, walking off the dance floor.

  The next few hours passed quickly. They danced with different partners, sat drinking together at the table, and then at a quarter to one, John leaned over to Manuel and said, “I’ve been pretty good.”

  They were playing some slow song John had never heard before but he didn’t care. He’d been watching Manuel most of the night, and he couldn’t deny that he was the hottest looking man in the place.

  Manuel took his hand and they headed for the dance floor. He pulled John against him, this time closer.

  “Umm,” John said, pushing back his hair, “this is nice. Is this you, or the couple of beers you’ve drank?”

  “This is me and the couple of beers I’ve drank,” Manuel replied, running his hand up John’s back and keeping the other at his waist.

  John could feel almost every muscle in Manuel’s body as he pressed closer to him. He lifted his face off his shoulder and moved his cheek against his. “If I decided to kiss you at this moment, would you slug me?”

  Manuel reared his head back. “No, I wouldn’t slug you, but…”

  “But what?” John met his gaze, beautiful brown eyes.

  “But … I…” he began as John’s mouth moved toward his.

  John’s lips gently touched Manuel’s and then moved away.

  Manuel ran his tongue over his lips and John smiled. “Should we try it again?”

  He felt Manuel’s arms tighten around him, then his mouth came down and captured his. They kissed deeply for a few seconds, broke apart, and then kissed again. This time John’s hand roamed down past his waist without being redirected. The song ended and Manuel finally pulled away from him. They were both a little breathless.

  Manuel turned and walked off the dance floor. John followed. They had another drink. Manuel didn’t mention the kiss at all. They decided to leave shortly after. In the car, John looked out the window. Manuel drove silently.

  “Well,” John finally managed to say, “What was that?”

  “What was what?”

  “That, back there in the club?”

  “A dance?”

  “Some dance!” John replied softly. “I don’t usually get a hard-on just from dancing.”

  “Look”—Manuel glanced at him as he stopped for a red light—“we got caught up in the heat of the moment. Don’t get too crazy over one kiss.”

  “It was more than one kiss,” John told him. “And it was no ordinary kiss.”

  Manuel turned the corner and pulled the car over to the curb. “John, I’m sorry. I drank a little too much and I…”

  “Okay. I just wanted to know where I stood.”

  “You stand as my roommate and maybe, eventually my friend. Is that okay with you?” He looked over at him.

  John shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t have much of a choice.”

  Manuel sighed and started the car again. “Just pretend it never happened.”

  John looked back out the window. How in the hell was he supposed to do that? He’d never felt like that from a kiss before.

  Back at the apartment, they both went their separate ways to bed. John noticed that Manuel went into Sam’s room for the first time. He wasn’t sure what that meant.

  John was having a lot of difficulty sleeping, thinking of Manuel lying there in bed across the hall from him. Those kisses they’d shared were still burning on his lips. Jeff had told his friend that Manuel had been the best he’d ever had. How could he not think about that? “Damn it.” John punched his pillow, then sat up. It was no use. He couldn’t sleep.

  He went into the kitchen for some water. As he stood there drinking from his glass, wishing he could pour it over his head, he heard movement behind him. He turned around to see Manuel standing there, almost naked except for a pair of white briefs. God, he’d never seen a sexier man, even if the underwear was from the Mart. Okay, this definitely was not helping the situation. He was speechless.

  Manuel moved closer to him. He didn’t speak either. He placed a hand on his chest.

  John sucked in some breath, closed his eyes.

  Manuel’s strong arms wrapped around him and soft lips moved down to his throat. John ran his hands over the muscles of Manuel’s back. Suddenly, Manuel went down on his knees and placed his lips at the waist of John’s pajama bottoms. “Oh God,” John breathed, placing his hands in Manuel’s thick black hair.

  Manuel slipped his fingers in the waistband and pulled the pajamas down over his hips. They fell at John’s ankles as Manuel ran the tip of his tongue down the length of John’s shaft. He paused and looked up at him for a moment. John tightened his hold in Manuel’s hair.

  “You’re not going to call the police, are you?”

  John urged Manuel’s face closer to his cock again. “You are the police,” he moaned.

  Manuel chuckled softly as his hands moved up John’s calves and clutched his ass cheeks. “Oh yeah,” he whispered softly, licking his shaft again, “I remember now.”

  John let his head go back as strong hands massaged his ass and Manuel’s lips and tongue started to pay some serious attention to his cock. “Baby,” he grunted as his cock began to react favorably to the attention. He didn’t need to give this one a map.

  Manuel pushed John’s legs apart and moved down under him between his legs. A finger moved in between his ass cheeks, easily located his entrance, and teased it a little. John’s cock was now enveloped in the satiny lining of Manuel’s mouth. His breathing grew erratic.

  Manuel took his cock with great enthusiasm, his tongue and lips applying exquisite pressure in all the right places. He’d flattened his tongue, taking John’s cock deeper and deeper into his throat. Suddenly he began to swallow, massaging John’s cock with his throat. There was the most pleasurable feeling of tightness around the circumference of his shaft, right below the head. John cried out something unintelligible as Manuel continued to massage his cock with his throat and lick his balls with the tip of his tongue. Jesus, he’d never had his entire penis in some guy’s throat before. He’d heard about deep throating but… “Oh my God … ahhhhhhhhh … yessssssssssss,” he hollered out, his hips jerking powerfully as he came.

  Manuel stood up and pulled him close, kissing his mouth passionately, his erection jutting into John’s hip. “I want to fuck you,” he demanded, his mouth moving to John’s chest where he lightly tongued his right nipple.

  “Um, yes, yes.” John nodded. He pulled down Manuel’s shorts, his gaze seized by the pleasing sight of Manuel’s more than substantial cock. “Um, it’s so thick and … come on,” he urged, pulling him by the hand to his bedroom. “I have everything you need.”

  “Yes,” he grinned, “you do.”

  John pushed Manuel against the wall for a minute and kissed his mouth hotly, moving a hand down his chest to his cock. He wrapped his fist around it, enjoying the feel of it, imagining what it was going to feel like inside of him. “Delicious,” he whispered, “what a hunk you are, hung like a horse … um…” He let his lips play against his nipples, licking and teasing. He stroked his cock hard.

  Manuel grunted, letting his head go back against the wall.

  “Shit, can you give a blow job, or what? I don’t think I can match that one,” he whispered, on his knees now, licking Manuel’s balls as he ran his fingers over his shaft.

  Manuel took him down to the floor. “You don’t have to. I have other plans,” he breathed.

  John laughed and struggled away. “Lube, condoms, in the drawer.” He scrambled up on the bed and lay on his stomach.

  Manuel crawled on the bed and put his arms around his waist. He turned him around in his arms. “I want to see your face,” he said. “I want to look in your eyes when I fuck you.”

  That was one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard. John swallowed hard as Manuel squeezed the lube onto his hands and reached underneath him. He lifted John’s legs and very
slowly began to massage his entrance with the lube. John didn’t even mind the fact that the lube was cold initially. He was struck by the beauty of this man’s face, the breadth of his shoulders, the sculptured area that was his chest, and not to mention that hard cock of his that was teasing him like crazy, brushing against his thigh.

  John took the condom Manuel handed him. He sat up and let his gaze rest on his erection for a moment, so big, standing straight and proud. He leaned forward and took the head of Manuel’s cock in his mouth, tasting it, swirling his tongue around it for a few minutes.

  Manuel closed his eyes. “John,” he grunted.

  “I know, baby,” he said softly, placing the condom on the tip of his cock and slowly unrolling it. It was so sexy. His own cock was so hard, he was sure he’d lose it the moment Manuel put his cock between his ass cheeks.

  Manuel pushed John back and leaned over him. He kissed him slowly and passionately, fondling his cock at the same time. John whimpered. Then, quite roughly, Manuel pulled his legs up over his shoulders and positioned himself. With John’s ass in his hands, he maneuvered his hips so that the head of his cock hit the exact spot it needed to, and then he pushed his hips forward.

  The sensation of looking up into that face when Manuel’s cock was riding his ass felt like a dream. The way Manuel moved inside of him was driving John out of his mind. He would slow down, then crest into one sensuous, fluid motion just long enough to wring sounds out of him which didn’t sound quite human. Then he gradually sped up again until their fucking reached a frenzied pace and John was completely in his power. They both came almost simultaneously. They lingered there in the aftermath, wrapped in each other’s embrace, sweat-drenched bodies still breathing laboriously.

  When Manuel pulled away from him, John felt a little lost. He looked over at him lying there on his back, eyes closed. He swallowed hard. He had never seen anything so beautiful. He reached out, and pulled his hard, damp body close to his again. He heard Manuel sigh softly. John’s eyes closed, his entire body relaxed and utterly satisfied. He snuggled close to Manuel and fell asleep.

  Chapter Five

  When John opened his eyes in the morning, there was a smile on his lips. He rolled over, expecting to find Manuel beside him, but he was alone. It was a little after nine. Thank God it was Saturday. He got up, went into the living room and looked around. He checked the rest of the apartment. Manuel wasn’t in the apartment. Just then the phone rang. He hurried to answer it. Maybe it was him.

  “Manuel?” he said into the phone.

  “No. I’m … is Manuel there?”

  It was a man. “No, it’s John. Who’s this?”

  “Jeff. Manuel told me this morning he’d meet me at nine. He still hasn’t arrived. I’m worried. I just wanted to make sure he left already.”

  John was having a hard time speaking. His heart was in his throat. “I’m sure he’ll be there soon,” he said, and dropped the receiver.

  He sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes. Last night had been incredible. There was no question that he could well be on his way to falling in love. But it didn’t look like Manuel was over Jeff. He couldn’t believe that Manuel would go to his ex-lover this morning, after last night.

  An hour later, Manuel walked in the door. John looked at him from where he still sat on the sofa, and then away. All the memories of last night came flooding over him. He licked his lips. He could still taste him, feel him inside of him. It hurt. He chastised himself for being such an idiot.

  “Hey.” Manuel smiled at him. “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing,” he managed, squaring his jaw. “How’s Jeff?”

  Manuel looked surprised. “How did you know I was with Jeff?”

  “He called here.” John looked down at his hands.

  Manuel sat beside him on the sofa. “We have to talk, John.”

  “I understand,” he replied, biting his lip. He stood up; being that close to him felt painful suddenly. “You and Jeff, well, he’s your boyfriend, and if you’ve found a way to forgive him, even if you did sleep with me … I’m not a child and…”

  Manuel touched his hand. John pulled it away.

  “Why are you angry at me? I thought last night we’d connected somehow.”

  He turned away from him. “Me too, but apparently it didn’t mean much to you.” He couldn’t let him see the tears in his eyes.

  Manuel took his arm and turned him around to face him. “What are you talking about, baby? Last night meant everything to me. That’s why I called Jeff this morning. I wanted to tell him it was over. I couldn’t do that on the phone. I had to see him in person. I owed him that at least.”

  John searched his face. “Really? You really told him it was over?”

  Manuel nodded. “I know I’ll probably regret this,” he said, grinning. “I promised myself no more actors, but John, I think I might be falling in love with you. Do you think maybe…”

  “Yes, yes, yes…” John yelled, throwing his arms around him and covering his face with kisses. “I do, I do.”

  Manuel wrapped his arms around his waist, laughing. “Well, I guess that’s a yes. We’ll just take it from here, okay?”

  “I think we should take it to Sam’s bedroom,” John suggested. “In fact, let’s take the bed for a test drive right now. And you can teach me that thing you do with your throat, okay?”

  Manuel grinned. “It seems to have made an impression.”

  “Oh yeah,” John groaned. “It made an impression, all right.”

  Manuel reached out and touched John’s hair.

  John began to pull off Manuel’s T-shirt.

  “But there’s more to me than just my deep throat.”

  “Um, I know.” John kissed his mouth. “There’s your cock and your smile and your cock … sorry, I’m a little focused on that right now.”

  Manuel kissed him back. “You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

  John paused for a moment. He ran his hands over Manuel’s chest. “How did Jeff take the news?”

  “Not very well,” Manuel breathed.

  John began to undo his jeans. “I can understand why. He’s an idiot, and he blew it. But I’m grateful to him for cheating on you.” John looked up at him. “I’m tempted to send him a thank you card.”

  “I don’t think that’s such a good idea right now.” Manuel raised an eyebrow.

  “You’re right. He’s probably going through a lot of pain. How about a sympathy card?”

  “You’re bad.”

  “Well, he won’t be getting any more blow jobs like before.”

  “Naughty boy.”

  “Yes”—John fumbled with his zipper—“and I’m about to get naughtier.”

  “You know,” Manuel said, giving him a serious look suddenly, “I should tell you, it’s not easy living with a cop, John. Sometimes I’m going to be away for weeks.”

  John pulled his shorts down, cradled his erection in his palm. He let his gaze travel over Manuel’s hard cock. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. I know that.”

  Manuel moaned softly, and let his head fall back.

  “I can hardly wait for you to be inside of me,” John breathed. “Don’t worry, baby, as long as you make love to me the way you did last night when you come home from these jobs, I guarantee you, it won’t be a problem. I’ll save it all up for you, baby. You won’t get out of bed for a week.”

  “Um, sounds like a plan.” Manuel pressed his body closer, and devoured his mouth.

  “I will never betray you,” John whispered against his lips. “I already love you too much.”

  “I believe you. I won’t betray you either.”

  “You better not,” John threatened, breaking away for a minute, “because you, I’ll kill.”

  Manuel smiled softly. “That’s clear enough. And you’re killing me right now. Would you come back here, please?”

  John moved back into his arms. “And don’t forget it.” He kissed his neck.

&n
bsp; “I won’t.”

  “And to prove it, get on your knees, and say it again.” He smirked.

  Manuel slid to his knees and undid John’s pants. “I won’t ever betray you.”

  “And this thing you have against actors?” John asked slyly, gasping as he felt Manuel’s tongue swirl around the head of his cock.

  Manuel paused. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll just have to find a way to get over it,” he whispered. He took John’s cock into his mouth, flattening his tongue.

  John tightened his hold in Manuel’s hair and whimpered, his knees going weak. Oh, thank God for that one.

  The End

  Right Before My Eyes

  Chapter One

  The office was deserted, or so Paul thought. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. It was early September, a time for reconfirming the old accounts, and trying to attract new clients. There had been endless parties and dinners and a mound of paperwork, and although he loved his job, this part of the year was always exhausting.

  He had done well for a guy who was only twenty-five. This job at WYRT Radio, New York’s premier Rock and Talk Station, had begun as a summer job two years ago. He never dreamed working for Jack Hagen, the number one rock radio advertising man in New York, would turn into a forty thousand dollar a year job.

  Overall, Paul felt as if he was the luckiest guy in the world when it came to his job. His boss had just told him he was in for a big bonus this year. He loved meeting new people, taking them out for dinners and lunches and getting them to give their advertising business to WYRT. He also loved rock music, and he got to see rock stars every once in awhile when they came in to the station for on air interviews. What more could one ask in life?

  Even though he had a great job and lots of friends, he was still lonely. He dated a few guys here and there, but he was looking forward to meeting a nice guy, falling in love, and having a long-term relationship. He had played the field for awhile but had grown tired of it. But Mr. Right had not come along. He’d had offers but there were no fireworks, no one who truly did it for him.

  He knew he was good-looking; some people told him he was far better-looking than he realized, which was a curse sometimes. Men looked at him and thought “sex” and that was great, but often that’s all there was to it. At five-ten, he had a slender, well-toned body, shoulder-length curly dark hair, and big sherry eyes. He had the face of a boy with the body of a man, which gave him great appeal. He was also very outgoing and sociable, which made it easy for him to meet people. But it was always the wrong people he met, good-looking dopes who wanted to play the field. No one seemed to be looking for a relationship anymore.