Flux - 41. Chapter 41

August 5, 2002

Escorial

Matt

I stared at Tiffany, partly in shock, and partly excited. “You’re pregnant?” I asked, because I was so stunned.

“You have a hearing problem?” she demanded icily.

“I am certain congratulations are in order,” JP said. He raised his glass. “To Tiffany and the baby she is carrying.” Everyone raised his or her glass to her, while she just sat there, looking like a tiger that had been cornered, but had also been declawed.

“So who knocked you up?” Will asked. I saw her eyes flash fire, but Will was really good with her, and he’d smiled at her when he said it, and that cajoled her out of her bitchy mood.

“The same two who did it last time,” she grumbled, looking at Wade and me. “Seems I can’t get pregnant unless I’m with you two together.”

“We make a good team,” I said to her, then winked. “A really good team.” That got some chuckles from Will and John.

“When are you due?” Wade asked gently.

“Next March,” she said.

“I’ve been sitting here, mostly enjoying myself,” I said, as I glanced at JJ’s empty chair. “I found out that I was negative, I finally got back to a good place with the most important person in my life, and I was thinking that there was nothing that could make things better.” I zeroed in on Tiffany. “You just made things a hell of a lot better.” It was really sweet to see her smile at my words.

“I’m sure the baby is mine,” Wade said. “Your sperm are still all stoned and swimming in circles.”

“Not this time. My sperm are strong and robust swimmers. They blew past yours,” I said.

“I guess we’ll see,” he said playfully.

“I guess we will,” I replied in the same tone.

“How are you going to explain this to Alex?” Will asked, momentarily killing our buzz.

“I’m going to tell him the truth,” Wade said simply.

“That usually works out best in the long run,” JP said.

“Want me to help you with this one too?” Will asked Tiffany, referring to the birthing process. He’d ended up being her coach when she was in labor with Riley.

“If you’re around, you’d be my first choice,” she said to him. It was funny to see him blush at that.

Dinner ended up being a lot of fun, with everyone in a good mood because of Tiffany’s big announcement. When it was over, Wade pulled me aside. “I’m going to go talk to JJ. Want to come with me?” 6

“Sure,” I said. I’d been planning to do that anyway. We walked down to his room and knocked on his door.

“Go away,” we heard him snarl.

“It’s me,” I said. He probably wouldn’t have let Wade in his room, but he came and unlocked the door for me. He glared at Wade, then ushered us into his abode.

“Well, you got what you wanted. I’m under your thumb now,” he said to Wade.

“JJ, I’m not trying to cause you problems,” Wade said calmly. “I think you are amazingly talented, and I’m looking forward to watching you skate.”

“Sure you are,” he said, still being bitchy.

“But I also want you to know that if you upset my household, or give me a ration of shit, I have no problem doing the same thing your father did.” Wade was really firm, and really intense. His words were so powerful, he might as well have yelled them, but since he didn’t, it was magnified even more. I felt sorry for Riley, because I was sure that eventually he’d end up on the receiving end of that voice.

“Then I guess we’ll see how things go,” JJ said, in his smarmy way, but he was definitely more subdued. He sat down on his bed, with his arms folded, indicating that he wasn’t listening to any of us.

“I guess we will,” Wade said. Wade turned to walk away, got halfway to the door, then stopped abruptly. He stood there for about ten seconds, sighed, and turned around. With a resolved expression on his face, he went over and sat next to JJ, on his bed. The look JJ gave him was so awful it was funny, but somehow I managed not to laugh.

“What?” JJ challenged.

“I’m sorry I was rude to you just now.” JJ looked at him, absolutely stunned at Wade’s change in attitude. “And I’m really sorry that the house in Boston isn’t done. You were right. I let my personal life interfere with my responsibilities, and I totally fucked the reno up. I’m trying to fix it now, and I’m pretty confident that I’ll have it done by the end of August.”

I wasn’t sure who was more shocked by Wade’s apology: JJ or me. “I’m sorry I’ve been so bitchy about it,” JJ said. JJ never apologized for anything. It was like I’d stepped into a parallel universe, with entirely different people. “This is just really stressful for me. I’m nervous about switching coasts, and I really don’t know how it will affect my skating. Plus I have to get a new tutor, and I have to find someone I can work with.”

“You are very talented and very bright,” Wade told him. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“I guess I was just trying to find some stability, because everything else is up in the air. That’s why it’s so tough that the house wasn’t done.”

“Having a house to move into was like your anchor,” Wade said, interpreting back what he said. “Well here’s the deal. The contractor promised to e-mail me an update on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I’ll forward those on to you, so you can see how it’s going.”

“Cool,” JJ said, and smiled at him.

“He is supposed to have it done by the end of August, but even if there’s a delay, it will be done by the time you get back from Germany.”

“I’m not going to Germany,” JJ said sadly.

“I think you are,” Wade said, smiling at him. “Your dad agreed to let me make the call on that one.”

JJ looked at Wade and spoke sincerely. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome,” Wade said. “You know, I’m actually looking forward to moving to Boston with you.”

“So am I,” JJ said. And then when Wade got up, JJ did as well and actually hugged Wade. Wade walked out of the room, and I just followed him in a daze.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?”

He shrugged. “Brad pretty much slapped the shit out of him at dinner, and that brought him down from his pedestal. He gave me the power to make JJ’s life a living hell or not. I don’t want to do that. I want him to be happy and successful in Boston. So this is my way of starting that out on a good note.”

“You are so fucking smart,” I said to him.

“I am,” he agreed, cracking me up

We were walking down the hall to my room, which Wade and I were currently sharing, when I felt a vibration from my cell phone. I pulled it out and saw I had a message, and then I frowned when I saw it was from Cam. “I’ll catch up with you,” I said to Wade.

“I’ll be in your room,” he said, using his sexy voice.

“Cool,” I said, and winked at him. I watched him walking off, watched his sexy form as he did, then I got back to the message from Cam. I braced myself and hit play: “Matt, I’m really sorry for the way I acted. I should have stuck around and been a friend to you, but it really freaked me out. It’s not something I can explain in a message, but maybe you’ll give me a chance when you get back to Chicago. Call me.”

I smiled, and then frowned, wondering what it was that made Cam react so badly. I was tempted to call him and tell him I was negative, but I decided to wait until I got back to Chicago. I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to have a relationship like we’d talked about, but even if we didn’t, it was nice to know he was still a friend. I smiled and went into my room, thinking that my day couldn’t get any better, but I found Wade waiting for me in bed, and he showed me that it could indeed get much better.

We lay there in bed, enjoying the afterglow of amazing sex, and I could not stop smiling. “We’re gonna be daddies again,” I said. I’d been pretty detached from things when Tiffany was pregnant with Riley, not because I didn’t like Riley. Hell, he was almost two now, and he was getting to be a lot of fun. I hadn’t gotten into it because I’d been partying like a college jock, which actually made sense, since that’s what I’d been. This time, it would be different.

“Maybe this kid is yours,” Wade said.

“Then he’ll be hot,” I joked.

“And conceited,” he said, making me chuckle. “What if it’s a girl?”

“Then she’ll have big tits,” I said, cracking him up.

“If she doesn’t, we can always buy her some.” We sat there, laughing and joking about this news, until we got horny again.

“Remember the room that Brad and Robbie have?”

“The kinky sex room?” he asked, using the name we’d given it, even though that had irritated Brad and Robbie.

“Yeah, that one. I’m having one put into my apartment in Chicago.”

“That will be pretty wild, having a sex room just upstairs from a gay bar,” he said, but he sounded uncomfortable, and when I looked in his eyes, I could see the same green monster that sometimes plagued me.

“You know why I had it put in?” I asked, even as I nibbled on his neck, behind his ear. He loved that.

“Why?” he asked, but it was almost a moan, because I was really getting him fired up.

“I got it for us,” I said in my sexiest voice. “When you come visit, I’m going to take you up there, lock you in the swing, and fuck your brains out.”

“Ahh,” he moaned, and undulated his body against mine, letting me feel how hard he was.

“I’m gonna have you in that sling, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it. I can do anything I want to you. Anything.” The first time we’d fucked, I’d penetrated him, so this time; I pinned him down on his back, lubed up my ass really well, and lowered myself down onto him.

“Anything,” he moaned. “You can do anything.” It was so awesome, because we’d been doing this long enough that my words could make him surrender to me, and I didn’t even have to force him physically. I worked him like a good power bottom should, controlling his thrusts so he couldn’t cum. “Need to cum,” he begged.

“Not yet,” I said. “Me first.” I sat back on his dick and started stroking my cock, while he stared at the end of it, his eyes totally crazed. Then I felt my orgasm forming and I let out a moan that was probably a roar, and shot my load all over his chest and abdomen.

“Come on Matt,” he begged, even as he tried to thrust into me enough to get his own nut.

I scooped up my cum and smeared it all over his face, and in his hair, just to show him that I was in charge. “Now it’s your turn,” I said, and lifted up my ass to give him room to really fuck me, and he did. It took no time at all for him to cum, and he just lost it. God, it was exciting to see him do that, to give him that much pleasure.

When he was done, he lay there, panting and smiling. “I think I need a shower.”

“I think you do too.” We did that together, then changed the sheets and crashed. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been quite this happy.

August 6, 2002

Escorial

“Fuck,” Wade moaned, only this time it wasn’t from pleasure. He was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, puking into the toilet, unless it decided to come out the other end as diarrhea, in which case he’d jump up and sit on it.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked, the concern obvious in my voice.

“No,” he said. He was really in a bad mood, and I totally got that. Wade was almost never sick, so when he did get ill, it was usually really unpleasant. And he was a pretty cranky patient. “Looks like I’m having morning sickness, instead of Tiffany.”

“I’ll call Jack, and see if he can do something.”

“No,” he said, stopping me. “It’s just a fucking virus, and I have to work it out of my system.”

“It’s not a fucking virus,” I teased. “We already got tested for those.”

“You’re a fucking riot,” he said.

“Now we’re being just a little bit cranky,” I said in a patronizing way, getting first a frown, then the slightest of smiles. “I’m going to go get some breakfast.” He vomited again, so I left him alone.

I saw Will as I was heading to the kitchen and he stopped me. “What are you doing today?”

“I’m going to eat, hang out with Wade, then later I’m going to go get Alex.”

“Without Wade?”

“He’s sick. He’s in the bathroom puking.”

“I’d go with you, but I’m leaving in about an hour,” he said.

“To go to Claremont?” I asked with a smile.

“To go to Claremont,” he responded.

“That works out just fine anyway. I think it will be good for Alex and me to spend some time alone.”

“That’s cool,” he said. “Maybe I’ll go check up on Wade, assuming he’s not pissed off at me for bitching at him on the phone.”

“You can go check up on him, but he’s not pissed off at you. In the end, you did him a favor.”

“Whatever,” he said, because he didn’t believe that at all. I got some breakfast, then went back and hung out with Wade. I had a relaxing morning and afternoon, but Wade was pretty miserable. He kept looking at the clock nervously, in between bouts of puking.

“Help me get into the shower. I have to go to the airport and pick up Alex.”

“Dude, there is no way you’re going to the airport. You’d puke all over the car. Shit, you’d probably puke on Alex.” He gave me another dour look. “I’m not all that up on etiquette in the UK, but I’m guessing it’s pretty rude to puke on an earl.”

“He’s flown all this way,” he whined. I raised an eyebrow to call him on that, and that actually did piss him off.

“I’ll go get him,” I said. He looked alarmed. “Dude, I think we’re good, and this will give us a chance to make sure.”

“Fine,” he grudgingly agreed.

“Besides, I want to find out if this exception is just for you, or if I’m allowed to mess around with him too,” I teased. I thought he’d get jealous, but he didn’t.

“Dude, if you can bring him out of his shell and fire him up, go for it,” he said, and then puked again.

I sat next to him and rubbed his back. “No, because if I teach him all my tricks, you won’t need me.”

He turned to look at me, not in a bitchy way, but with his drop-dead serious expression. “I will always need you.” I smiled, almost overwhelmed with the sentiment.

“And I will always need you. Even if I can turn Alex into an amazing fuck.”

He laughed, and then he puked, so I took that as my cue to leave

I went out the front door, where Pedro was waiting with the limo under the portico. This limo was a Suburban stretch model, and it made me sad, because it reminded me of my GMC. Pedro had all the flight info already, so all I had to do was kick back and enjoy the ride. And the traffic. I was willing to bet that Alex would be tired. It was one long-ass flight from London to San Francisco, and that would wear him out even if I didn’t count the time change.

I looked out the window as we passed by the statue of Father Serra. When I went to Cleveland, it just felt like a place I used to know. When I was in Chicago, it was exciting, but I felt like I was just passing through. But when I was here in California, I was home. I had pretty much planned my life out so that I’d go to school, get some experience, and then end up working for Stef and Brad. And that meant that I’d probably be able to live here. That was enough to plaster a big smile on my face.

I thought about Wade’s 80% chance that we’d be together, and I wondered if that was going to happen. I gave myself permission to dream that it would, and then wondered if he’d be willing to move out here with me. He was a son of the Old Dominion, but he loved California too. I’d have to plot a way to let him keep some roots in Virginia but still live here. I thought I was being all Machiavellian, and then shelved that plan. Wade was so much better at that than I was, as he’d so aptly demonstrated with JJ last night.

Pedro pulled up to the terminal and dropped me off, and told me he’d pick me up near baggage claim. Gone were the days that you could walk down the concourse and greet people as they came off the plane. I remembered doing that after Wade and I first got together, after I’d been outed at Thanksgiving and my parents had disowned me. Now you had to wait outside security, like crazed stalkers looking for a particular passenger. I kept an eye on the monitor and saw that his plane had landed. I was about to get up and go wait for him by security until I remembered that he’d have to go through Customs and Immigration. I waited and waited, then began to get paranoid, worrying that I missed him. Just when I was about to start tracking him down, I saw him walking out of the secured area, toting his suitcase with him.

“Welcome to America,” I said cheerfully, as I stepped forward to greet him.

He flashed his charming smile at me. “Thank you. It is good to see a friendly face after enduring the rigors of your immigration process.”

“We’re paranoid now, so it sucks,” I agreed. I led him out the door and to the waiting limo. Pedro put his bag into the trunk, while we got situated in the back.

“I had expected Wade to pick me up, but you are a welcome surprise,” he said. Was he flirting with me?

“Wade is a really healthy guy, but when he gets sick, it knocks him on his ass. And he got sick.”

“I hope it’s nothing serious,” Alex said with concern.

“I think it’s just a stomach virus. I made him promise to get it checked if he still feels bad tomorrow.”

“Well that was terribly nice of you to fill in for him.”

God, he was attractive. It was so easy to see why Wade was so hung up on him. “I thought this would give us a chance to get to know each other better,” I said, flirting harmlessly, or so I thought.

“I was hoping it would,” he said, and then shocked the shit out of me by leaning in and kissing me. Wade said he was all soft and gentle, but this kiss wasn’t like that at all. This kiss was intense and aggressive, and really hot. I found myself getting into it, and then ended it to pull my thoughts together.

“That was not what I was expecting,” I said. He looked at me strangely so I smiled. “Not that I’m disappointed.”

“There’s a reason that I wanted you to be available and not off limits, a reason that goes beyond my concern for preserving your relationship with Wade.” He was throwing out power like Brad did, and to be honest, it was pretty hot. “I knew you’d be a good piece of ass.”

Then he was kissing me again, pushing me backward until I was lying on the seat and he was on top of me. There was no way this dude could physically force me to do shit, but with the raw power of his personality, I willingly yielded to him. “Are you sure this is OK?” I asked. I’d only gotten Wade’s perspective on their arrangement, but he didn’t seem too worried about it.

“It’s very OK,” he said. He slid up and knelt over me, then opened his zipper and pulled out his cock.

“Nice,” I said, and touched it with my hands, as if I was worshipping it. He liked that. It was actually about the same size as Wade’s dick, about six and a half inches long, but while Wade’s dick had this cute mushroom head that pointed straight up, Alex’s dick had a slight downward curve to it, and it was uncut.

“Suck it,” he ordered, even as he grabbed my head and slid it in my mouth. “Fuck that’s good,” he said, sounding totally unlike he normally did. He’d left his cultured veneer behind, and now he was just raw. He slammed his cock in my mouth, and seemed to really enjoy it when he choked me. He’d been traveling all day, so his body odor was pretty strong, but it smelled so good it was almost an aphrodisiac. “I think I’ll cum in your mouth, and fuck you later,” he snarled, and then he came. He held my head, and he was totally in charge, as he fucked his load down my throat. He pulled out of me, and then seemed a little freaked out.

“You are fun,” I said to him.

“Just wait until I fuck you,” he said, and winked at me. What the fuck was his deal? He was all over me, making me his bitch, while he treated Wade like a princess. I pondered that, and counted myself lucky. If Alex had come on to Wade like he’d just come on to me, Wade may not have needed me at all. I caught myself before I catapulted off into a really bad mood, even as I felt the car slow down as we exited the freeway. I distracted my mind from its self-torture by pointing out the sights on the way home. When we got to Escorial, I stopped talking. I’d been to Bridgemont, which was a huge country estate, so I knew that Escorial wouldn’t impress him, even though it was probably as big. But he seemed to appreciate the true beauty of the place. The limousine pulled up to the front and stopped.

He got ready to get out but I stopped him. “Wait,” I said, and ran my fingers through his silky blond hair to straighten it out.

“Thank you,” he said, gave me a quick kiss, one that ended just as Pedro opened the door. He stepped out of the car, with me right behind him, and walked up the stairs to where JP, Stef, and Isidore were waiting to greet him.

“It is good to see you again, my lord, and an honor to welcome you into our home,” JP said formally.

“I would hope we are friends such that we can dispense with titles,” Alex said smoothly. “And you are Stefan Schluter. I would recognize you anywhere.”

“I am flattered,” Stef said graciously, then introduced Alex to Isidore. And so Alex was welcomed to Escorial. While JP, Stefan, and Isidore took him on a tour, I hurried to my room to check on Wade.

I walked in and found that he’d made some progress, in that he’d moved from the bathroom to the bed. “Hey,” I said gently, as I sat next to him.

“Did you pick up Alex?”

“I did,” I said, then swallowed hard. “I even blew him on the way back here.”

“You did what?” he asked, and seemed seriously annoyed with me.

“He basically pinned me down and face fucked me,” I said. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at me like he didn’t believe me. “Dude, would I lie to you about this?” I saw his expression mellow. I got right in his face, and made him look me in the eyes. “He was really aggressive with me, and even though I could kick his ass all over the place, he just radiates power, kind of like Brad.”

“I don’t get it,” he said.

“You saying you don’t believe me?” This was freaking me out. I never thought Wade would question my word.

“No, I’m not saying that,” he said. “It’s just pretty fucking surprising, since all I can get is gentle kisses, and you get his cock jammed down your throat.”

“He told me it was OK,” I said. “He said that was part of your deal, that it was OK for you and him to be with me.”

“I didn’t realize that he was allowed to mess around with you. I thought it was just the two of us.”

I ran my hand across his cheek in a loving way. “How do you want it to be?”

“What if what I want isn’t fair?” he asked, smiling slightly. He cringed and gripped his stomach, then all but charged to the bathroom and vomited. I followed him in there, even though it would have bothered me if someone had done that. “I wish I felt better. Fuck,” he said, really pissed off.

I sat there next to him, rubbing his back while he hovered over the toilet, trying to figure out if he had anything left to spew. “Wade, you are everything to me,” I said sincerely. “You tell me how it is, and that’s how it is.”

I saw him struggling with it, even as he sliced and diced his rationale, and then he came to a conclusion. “It’s only fair that if you and I can fuck around, that you and he can fuck around.”

“Alright, that may be what’s fair, but is that what you want? Is that OK with you?”

“It’s OK with me,” he said.

“I can work with things either way, but I want a solemn pledge from you, right now, that no matter how this ends up, you and I will still be able to fuck.” He chuckled, and then vomited again.

“You have my solemn pledge,” he said. “And it’s been blessed with sacred vomit.” That really made me laugh.

“Do you want me to bring him in to see you?”

“Maybe later. I don’t want him to see me like this,” he said. That was strange. If Wade was as into Alex as he said he was, it shouldn’t matter if he was sick or not. What was the deal with these two? Did Wade have to wear some sort of fancy dress to receive Alex properly? The thought of that made me chuckle, and that annoyed Wade even more.

“I’ll go track down Alex,” I said. “If he wants to see you, I’m bringing him back.”

“I told you not to,” he said.

“Yeah, but I’m his bitch,” I joked. He was about to say something, then decided to puke again instead.

I was just walking out of my room when the tour came by. “We seem to have found you,” Alex said in his cheerful way. “Is Wade in there?”

“He is, but he’s embarrassed for you to see him vomiting,” I said.

“Then I will wait until he feels better before I intrude on him,” he said, which really surprised me. I would have thought he’d at least want to peek in and greet Wade.

“We thought you would enjoy this room,” Isidore said, leading Alex into the room on the other side of Will’s.

“It is comfortable and inviting, just as you all have been,” Alex said smoothly.

“I am sure you are tired from jet lag, and your long journey,” JP said. “Dinner will be served in one hour, but if you are not up to joining us, the staff will bring something to you.”

“The journey was not nearly as arduous as the security, customs, and immigration process,” Alex said. “I am a bit fatigued, but I am confident I will be alert enough for dinner.”

“Excellent,” JP said. “Then we will leave you alone to settle in.” They all vacated the room, leaving Alex and me alone.

“I’ll let you unpack,” I said.

“Stay,” he said, almost an order. He walked over to the door and locked it, then strode purposefully toward me. “Your mouth was exquisite, but now I want to sample your ass.”

He was not just a little fucked up with the way he treated Wade and me differently, and it was really strange to fuck Wade’s alternate boyfriend, but this dude was so sexy, resistance was futile, at least when Wade said it was OK. “I think you’ll like it,” I said, sounding slutty. He liked that.

I stripped off my clothes, making a show of it, and then knelt on the bed with my ass in the air, wiggling it at him in a seductive way. “Beautiful,” he said, and I felt his hand run across my cheek, then down my crack. I handed him a condom and some lube, and stayed prone like that, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.

He probed my hole with his fingers, loosening me up nicely, and then I felt a bigger intruder as he pushed his dick into me. “So good,” I said, using my slutty voice, the one that he liked. “So fucking good. Spear me. Fuck me with that big cock.”

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, and sounded almost enraged.

“I dare you to fuck me,” I challenged. And then he did, and holy shit, did he pound my ass. He slammed into me over and over again. It was kind of fun, but we were almost detached from each other. It was like he was fucking an ass but in his own world, and I was being fucked by an anonymous dick. I worked with that, and stroked my dick to make sure I enjoyed it as much as I could. I came first, and I was glad, because I got the feeling that he wouldn’t stick around to help me out after he blew. He let out a moan that he had clearly restrained to avoid making too much noise, and then worked his own orgasm into my ass.

He pulled out and rubbed my ass gently. “I was right. That was fun.”

“It was,” I said, and smiled. But it was clear he wanted to be alone, so I went back to my room. Wade was back in bed, looking like shit. I gave him a kiss on the forehead, took a shower, and headed up to dinner.