Somewhere in New York Part 9
My last classes were Wednesday. That evening Heero and I helped Pat drag a six-foot artificial tree from the storage room and positioned it to be seen through the Shamrock's large front window.
It was fun festooning the synthetic branches with tiny white lights, gold, red and blue ornaments shaped like balls, bells and stars and shiny green St. Paddy's Day shamrocks Pat decided were also suitable decorations.
We finished spreading holiday cheer by framing the outside door with imitation pine garlands and hanging a wreath bedecked with holly berries and a red velvet bow.
Finally, satisfied with the festive results, we shared hot coco with mini marshmallows and those store-bought sugar cookies sprinkled with red and green sugar.
For Christmas Heero and I got Pat a new blender as the old model is such an antique it won't crush ice worth a damn. We did have better sense than to try wrapping it; instead, Mindy at Dugan's Hardware did an expert job.
Don't have any idea what Heero got for me, but he's been sneaking around, scouting out the perfect hiding place. Likewise he'll have to do some inventive snooping to find my hidey-hole.
This will be the first Christmas without my mother. I'm sad yet very thankful for my new family, for Pat's role as surrogate father and for Heero's friendship and love. Can't imagine what trouble I might have spawned if they hadn't invited me into their lives.
The Shamrock's proprietor has two favorite mottos. "Ya can't change the past nor control the future so live fully in the here and now" Good advice! The other---"If a frog had wings he wouldn't bump his ass." Yeah, Pat really is an astute sage of wisdom.
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While on Winter Break I've been going to the gym with Heero. This morning he taught a moderate level karate class at nine o'clock then advanced students from ten to noon.
Meanwhile I put fresh towels in the locker room, scrubbed the toilets and showers then joined Bill's defensive weapons class at eleven. I managed not to make a fool of myself with the bo but I absolutely avoided the nunchakus as it ain't worth risking a bloody nose or knockin' out my teeth. Of course Heero handles every the weapons like a pro; after all, he's had a hellva a lot more practice.
At 12:30 our brown bag lunch is homemade sandwiches of ham, cheddar cheese and mayo on whole wheat complemented by pasta salad and orange juice from the office fridge. Afterwards Heero asked Bill for a private talk so I swept and took out the trash.
"Thanks for the cleanup." Bill says appreciatively. Swathed in a long, black wooden coat and a gray stocking cap, he announces, "Going to the post office." before disappearing out the front door.
Alone for the first time all day, Heero initiates an incredibly passionate kiss, made even more lustful by playing tongue tag and grinding his muscular body against mine.
When we finally part for need of air, a grin flutters over Heero's kiss-redden lips. "I have an early Christmas present for you. I asked Bill not to sign me up for any more fights."
As much as I want to give him a bear hug, I need to clarify the decision. "You're not quitting because of me? Remember I promised my support whatever you decided."
"I'm doing this for us." he confirms, "Been thinking about stopping for awhile, just needed the right incentive."
"What did Bill say when you told him?"
Heero's grin blooms into a full-fledge smile. He said, "About damn time."
Now it's my turn to instigate a sweltering kiss accompanied by roaming hands to turn the heat up another notch. "Wanna take a shower?" I whisper the invitation for a secretive soapy diversion in my lover's ear.
"Want to---" Heero pants hoarsely, "but----"
Not liking the negative implication, "But." is repeated with wariness.
"I have a personal training session scheduled at 1:30. Can I have a rain check for later this evening?"
"Only if you give me another seriously fuckin' fabulous kiss."
And Heero most certainly did!
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Five o'clock.
This close to Christmas, Bill opted not to schedule any classes until January. "Get outta here." he orders in a playful tone of dismissal."
Heero snaps to attention with a mock salute. "Yes sir."
Zipping my faux down jacket, I bid Bill good night then wish, "Have a Merry Christmas."
Outside the waning sun has dipped behind the cityscape skyline. Casting an orange glow on the sidewalk, the weakened rays usher in an evening accented by a myriad of white lights twinkling in the trees. Shop windows bedecked in gold and silver, Santa, reindeer and snowmen serve as further reminders that December 25th is only three days away.
Bundled against the frosty air, Heero and I hurry to keep one step ahead of the rapidly approaching darkness. "Gonna be damn cold tonight." I declare, observing distant stars winking faintly in the cloudless sky.
"Yeah, should've remembered our caps." Heero proclaims as wintry gusts whipping around the corner quickens our pace. "That shower is becoming more appealing by the minute."
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Mike McGuire greets us when we rush through the Shamrock's front door. "Both of you look half-frozen." is observed with a sympathetic shiver.
Prodded by Mike's evaluation of our noticeable chills, Pat concurs, "Let me fetch ya some hot coffee."
Coats and gloves shed and steamy mugs warming our hands, I slip in the booth beside Mike. Heero sits on the opposite side.
Mike sips his pint of Guinness then inquires of me. "Still writing in your journal?"
"I filled up the first book you gave me and have started on a second."
Mike considers my diligence then flashes a roguish grin that always precedes tomfoolery. "I bet there are numerous entries regarding Heero."
Just weeks ago I'd been self-conscious about such a personal question. Now, since Heero and I have grown closer, "Every day." is stated without a hint of embarrassment.
Heero grants me a glimpse of his secret smile. "Not to change the subject---" he begins.
"Yeah something is definitely going on between these two." Mike chimes with a mischievous wink.
"Wanna hear what Heero has to say or not?" I ask rhetorically.
Pat leans his elbows on the bar. "Come on Mike, let the lad speak."
Having everyone's undivided attention, Heero announces. "I'm not signing up for any more freestyle matches."
"Whoopee!" Pat exclaims, clapping his hands and doing a celebratory jig around the end of the bar.
Heero smiles at the old man's merriment. "I thought you'd be happy."
Pat takes a moment to catch his breath then slaps a hand on Heero's shoulder. "I knew ya was a clever fella," he nods at me, "just needed a nudge in the right direction."
Without hesitation, Heero takes my hand. "I have countless reasons to be grateful for Duo's positive influence and I take every opportunity to tell him how much he's appreciated."
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Seven o'clock.
After a supper of Pat's mouth-watering Shepherd's Pie, Heero and I head upstairs to cash in the rain check for that previously postponed shower.
Squinting at my distorted reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror, "Steamy enough?" is wondered aloud while pinning up my hair as I'm much too weary for the lengthy routine of shampooing, conditioning, combing out and re-braiding.
"Only way to heat up these intolerably cold tiles." Heero declares as he steps into the misty shower and holds the curtain aside for me to join him.
Initially the extent of our sexual interaction was kissing, petting and occasional hand jobs. Encouraged by the "beds together" sleeping arrangements Heero and I are now quite comfortable in our relationship, sharing showers and sleeping nude to savor the amazing sensation of bare skin against bare skin.
The mutual cleansing always starts the same way-lathered washcloths scrub shoulders, chests, backs and arms. Soon the cloths are abandoned for soap-slick hands roaming over genitals in silky caresses intended to tease.
Enticed by the tantalizing foreplay, fingers fondle and strokes become urgent. Heero moans and I whimper as the need for release builds to a fever pitch.
However, this time, his hands are intercepted to stop their anxious insistence. "Let me make you feel good." I respond to my partner's confusion.
Before Heero has a chance to contemplate the sincere proposal I feather kisses over his chest. Additional kisses pepper his belly. Next my tongue glides downward. Just short of his curly brown patch of pubic hair I sense nervous tension kick in.
From my squatting position I gaze up into wide blue eyes. "Want me to stop?"
"What do you want?" Heero inquires for my sake.
Since actions speak louder than words, I flick my tongue over the tip of his incredibly engorged penis. Stomach muscles clench as Heero sucks in a startled breath. A second swipe elicits a sturdy shudder.
Glancing up again I find his face transformed into an indescribable fusion of bliss and shameless desire. That wanton aspect is all the encouragement I need.
"AHHH SHIT!" is exclaimed as my lips slither up Heero's distended shaft to take the entire length into my mouth.
A slow, steady tempo is set. Don't wanna to rush. Up and down, over and over, has my lover puffing out ragged breaths and doing his damnedest to remain standing on rubbery legs.
Alternating between mumbling incoherently and swearing like a dockworker, Heero claws at the tan tile wall as he races toward a climax that probably will buckle his knees.
"Can't wait-ah-going to-ah-Duo."
With the fragmented declaration of an impending ejaculation I ease away from his manhood and tunnel my hand to finish the job. Even though I'm not opposed to oral sex, I draw the line at coming in my mouth.
One final persuasive pump. Milky ribbons spurt over my fingers but the creamy discharge is quickly diluted by tepid droplets. Totally consumed by the powerful, mind-blowing orgasmic release, Heero staggers before sinking to sit on the shower's wet floor.
The rapidly cooling water prompts me to shut off both faucets. Kneeling before Heero I push back soggy hair to study his flushed face for any sign of distress or, worse of all, regret.
"Are you all right?" I ask not bothering to hide my concern.
Locking those breathtaking blue eyes with mine, "That was amazing." Is acknowledged before he leans into a kiss so tender it causes me to cry.
Heero tilts his head in puzzlement, "I'm sorry." he requests forgiveness for my tears.
"You got no need to be sorry." I insist then, as soft as the kiss, I whisper. "I love you."
Enfolding me in his arms, Heero affirms, "I love you, too. Always will."
Do I dare believe "forever love" is my destiny?
Knowing how fickle fate can be, I sigh, "Always is a long time."
"Yes is it." Heero agrees as he tightens his embrace.
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Swaddled in a hunter green comforter and naked as the day we were born Heero and I reluctantly surrender to the Sandman's summons to sleep. My head pillowed on his shoulder and Heero's arm draped across my waist, we take comfort in the coziness and solace from the certainty of our love.
TBC...
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