Chapter 12
Daniel
Ihung onto Sidneylong enough to realize that I would miss him, when I heard the keys in the door, then I panicked. “I fucked up with Cole,” I admitted.
“Whatever it is, Cole will understand,” Sidney said, as he opened the door to find Cole standing with his keys poised in his hand.
“What will I understand?” Cole questioned, leaning past Sidney to give me a surprisingly warm welcome-home kiss on my trembling lips. My entire body quaked from discovery. I had to get this right, or I would surely lose Cole.
“Nothing. Daniel will tell you when he’s ready,” Sidney said, coming to my rescue with a wide smile, which brought out his deep dimples. He was quite handsome when he wasn’t being serious, and that came from him squandering his money on men, homes, and cars, living a lifestyle he couldn’t afford.
Who really needs a car in Manhattan?Obviously Sidney did, and he managed to sell them, when he needed money, just like that building our father left us.
Although selling the building was the best move he’d made in a long time. The money would help if Cole decided to give up his job, because of Charlie and clients like him. Max might want to hand over to Cole clients with problems. Max wanted to rid himself of the headaches, but not the money.
“We’re going to leave your keys with security, Cole, and, Daniel, here’s yours.” I’d forgotten Sidney had a key to my apartment when he had been shacked up at Cole’s apartment with Cole’s friend. It was a good situation for Sidney, and now he was giving up his freedom for a man that didn’t have much, but he was willing to give everything to him—his love, and his money.”
When Sidney climbed into the elevator, Cole and I were waving and wishing him well. We turned and automatically held hands. We reached the large room and sat down, and I laid the envelopes on the table. “Who sent the envelopes?” I snatched it before Cole could open his.
“Don’t open this. I have to tell you something first.” I had been stalling for time. “Sidney just sold our apartment, and he kept the cabin and gave it to me. I need a quiet place for the weekend, because I have so much to say to you.”
I’d planned on giving Cole a ring.
“Max called me, and explained things to me about you going up to Atlantic City with a friend to find Charlie. You didn’t have to do that, but you saved me from making a stupid mistake. I’ve wanted this high-powered job most of my life, and I was one step from ruining my future which I’ve worked hard for.” Cole palmed my cock. “Without you, I’m nothing Daniel.” With me it could be worse than he thought once Julian told Cole everything, and he saw these pictures. “I’ve never been to Atlantic City can you take me one day.”
“Sure we can go. But there are more interesting places we need to see first. If we go, there’s this club near the Boardwalk where I found Charlie. I’d been worried that he had done something stupid. That’s what young men do when they are nineteen and twenty-one. I know. I’ve been there. You’re the only level-headed man I’ve met, and you knew what you wanted, and you went after it.”
Cole leaned close to me, placed his hand on my leg. “I wanted you, Daniel. I made a mistake with you going after a career instead of love. If I had known I’d need you so much, I’d have treated you better. I admit I was young and stupid, and the worst mistake I made was leaving you, and not telling you how much you meant to me, and I’d be back no matter what. I thought you knew that when I left my precious Sam with you.”
In truth, I thought he’d left Sam to taunt me, and drive me crazy because he didn’t want to be with me any longer. He’d found someone who was more accomplished, someone with a degree, more educated than myself. I’d imagined him skinny dipping with the love of his life, and I wasn’t that man. I’d imagined the man was younger than me. The doubts about myself paralyzed me into doing nothing but sit here, and feel sorry for myself, and throw all my energies into working to be the successful man I thought he wanted.
When I couldn’t find him, and beg him to come back to me, I became so desperate about Cole and my life where I’d beg and stalk him if I had a hunch of where he’d gone. Maybe it was best that it worked out the way it had.
“You don’t have to tell me anything, because I’ve made mistakes too.”Oh yeah, Cole doesn’t know the blunder I’ve just made. I have to find the courage to tell him, but I can’t find the words. I don’t want to talk now.I placed my finger over Cole’s seductive full lips when he opened them to say something.
I inched down to my knees looking up at him.
“Let me take a shower,” he said.
“No. I want you the way you are. I want to smell and lick the precum from your cock.” I unzipped his slacks, gazed up, and we locked eyes. My desperate eyes with his sexy half-lidded ones, while I slowly unbuttoned his shirt when he relaxed against the cushions.
My palm roamed up his chest. Leaning forward, I reached for his right nipple, pinched it with two fingers, then the left until it peaked and reddened. He enjoyed the dull ache of pain it gave him when I squeezed his nipples hard and sometimes bit them. When there were no nipple clamps to be used, my mouth and fingers were just as effective. His cock hardened against my chest when I sucked one, and then the other.
With one hand, I tugged his length from his pants as he laid his head back against the back of the sofa. His mouth parted when I palmed his sac and then tightened my fist on it. His breathing accelerated, and he reached for a large strand of my hair, and pulled it as I licked and bit my way down to his cock. I pulled back and glanced up at Cole.
Breathless, he whispered, “No. Don’t. I want to feel the pain in my nipples. Suck them hard and squeeze my balls. I can take the pain. I want it. Now,” he insisted as the cum drizzled from the slit in his cock’s head on to my chest. He moved his hips and rubbed his thick full cock, smearing it on my shirt. I quickly reached and unbuttoned it as he helped me with trembling hands. I couldn’t get the shirt off quick enough.