Shoulder Season - 2. Chapter 2

I was startled awake when I heard singing coming from the library. The power had flickered, and that was all it took for the stereo to come on.

“To make you laugh, I would be a fool for you,

Although the people turn and stare, I really don’t care.”

Damn, Aretha and her singing.

“We’ll blow a genie from a cigarette,

Then we’ll take a magic carpet ride.”

Fuck, Aretha. No more. No fucking more.

“On me, oh my.”

I was bounding from the bed when I tripped over my shoes that had been left on the bedroom floor. I grabbed the door frame to keep from going completely down and trudged to the library.

I stopped the music. I looked at an empty liquor bottle and headed to the kitchen. My head was more than wonky; it was pulsing and aching. I grabbed the coffee canister and put the coffee in the French Press while the water heated. I opened a pill bottle, removed four Ibuprofen, and swallowed them while drinking a glass of water. It wasn’t five minutes before the pills rebelled against my empty stomach, and I was hanging over the sink, having dry heaves.

I poured the coffee, grabbed a mug, and headed to the deck. It was a stunningly beautiful morning outside. The air had lost some of its humidity, and the clarity of light begged all artists to come to the shore for “en pleine air” painting. The light shimmered on the waves lapping the shore, and the sea oats rustled in the light breeze. The day could not have been more perfect. A seagull flew overhead and let out a squawk. I could sit out all day enjoying this perfect day.

The hot Joe scalded my throat as I tried to get caffeine in my body. I danced around as I spat the hot coffee out. I knew better and started to laugh at what a fucked-up day it had been thus far. I turned back to the kitchen to refill my coffee cup when I heard the telephone ring.

“Can I come home yet? I miss you so much.”

I gasped and practically cried. “Please come home. I am no good without you.”

“I’ll be there by lunchtime.”

I was sitting at my office desk when Roxanne buzzed to tell me that Timmy was in the reception area.

“Send him back, please.”

“Don’t forget that we have a planning meeting, and little Randy will be here to interject his opinion about everything you are planning.” She grinned, knowing that I would appreciate her calling Randolph Little Randy.

I was shaking. Timmy opened the door, and before I knew it, we were wrapped in each other’s arms. His head was on my shoulder, and I was kissing the top of his head. He looked up, and our lips found each other. Our groaning and grunting were audible down the hall. I caught Roxanne’s eye and gave her a thumb’s up as she quietly closed and locked my office door. I was holding onto Timmy and would not let him go. He grabbed my hips and pulled them to him; his hard cock was pushing out from his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and we tried to get comfortable as we pressed against each other. We pulled back from each other and grinned at each other.

“I didn’t know it would be like this after just a day.” He and I were thinking the same thing, only I said it first.

“Let me order something for us to eat, and we can catch up.” I called Roxanne and asked her to call Gregory’s Sandwich Shop to have some roast pork sandwiches and fries sent over. When the sandwiches arrived, I cleared off my desk for us to use as a table. We started with each sitting on either side of my partner’s desk, but it only took one bite before ET was sitting on my lap and feeding me my sandwich. There were lots of kissing between each bite of food. He would also grind himself down on my lap. As we finished the last bite, he stood and loosened his belt, and let his shorts drop to the floor. He was going commando. He turned and undid my belt and pulled my trousers off. He then sat again, and this time I slid into him. I could barely breathe. He grabbed the edge of my desk and used that to leverage himself on me. I stood and pushed his torso on my desk. He scattered the detritus from lunch and pulled his legs up so he was on his haunches. I let out a loud moan and found what I needed.

“Come on, Big Guy.” ET had reached back and was pulling and pushing on my hips. “Give it to me, Pate.”

Our bodies were in total sync. His hips were bucking, and he was incoherent. I gently cradled his torso and pulled him back as we sat in my chair. He was limp. His head was cradled at my neck, and I leaned down and savaged his mouth.

When our breathing returned to normal, I looked at the leather desktop and chuckled. “I see dessert on my desk.” Timmy looked down and started moving forward.

We chuckled afterward, and I gave him a look that invited more. I took advantage of his position, and we made love. It was more leisurely than our first round; less animalistic. There was no frenzy. There was no aching loss. This time was sweet and loving as we kissed, and I touched every area of his body with my needy hands. My finger rubbed across his lower lip as I looked into his eyes, and he leaned forward and started sucking on my finger. My moans could probably be heard throughout the building.

We were spent in a torpor of completion after uninhibited sexual fulfillment.

After lying there for several minutes, I grabbed his hand and led him to my office bathroom. We quickly showered and redressed. I was thankful to have a full bath in my office suite. The office was a wreck. The desk was covered in bodily fluids, ketchup, hot sauce, and greasy sandwich paper. I grabbed the trash can and started throwing things away. Timmy went to the bathroom and grabbed cleaning supplies. When we finished, we sat and just looked at each other. He sat on my lap, we kissed, and then we cuddled. I wondered if this is what love looked like. We didn’t need to talk; we only needed to be together.

I lost track of time. I looked out the window and saw lengthening shadows. I walked down the hall to the reception area. Roxanne was sitting at her desk. “Have I had any calls while eating lunch?” Roxanne just looked at me and grinned. She knew what we had been doing.

“No calls of importance, but you did miss the planning meeting for Washington. Randolph kept asking where you were. He also noticed Timmy’s car out front and asked about it. I told him I didn’t know whose car it was and that I hadn’t seen Timmy. I hope I did it right.”

“You were perfect as always.” I leaned over and kissed her. She looked up at me and smiled. “You smell like sex. I hope it was good.”

I smiled all the way back to my office to grab Timmy and go home. Home with Timmy.

Having Timmy back was a salve to my soul. I ran up the steps to the house and opened the door before he got out of his car. I wanted him to know I wanted him with me.

Timmy stowed his bags in the bedroom and joined me on the deck. We sat in chairs, holding hands. I leaned over for a sweet kiss. We both sighed afterward and leaned back. We watched the day turn into night.

“I need a kiss for the first star I see tonight.” I laughed and told Timmy he didn’t need to make excuses for me to kiss him. I then told him he was the star in my life, and I would always want to kiss him. We both grinned at each other and headed to bed.