out, removed the condom, and tossed it in the waste can next to the bed. Without a word, he walked into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to wipe himself down. When he returned to the bedroom, he tossed the damp cloth towards Billy and began to put his pants back on.
Billy sat on his bed looking at Robert. “You were amazing. I haven’t ever been fucked so good.”
“Glad to be of service.”
Billy gazed at Robert, appearing shy.
Robert smirked, his voice distant and cold. “Did you want to say something?”
The other man flushed. “I was wondering if we could meet up again. Maybe dinner or something?”
Robert laughed out loud. “What for?”
Shock crossed Billy’s face. “I thought…You said…I assumed—”
“You thought because we had a good fuck I want seconds. Kid, this is New York and you got fucked by a powerhouse from Wall Street. Count yourself lucky.”
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Meant For Each Other
Under Billy’s silent stare, Robert finished buttoning his shirt. When he was dressed and got to the bedroom door, he turned to Billy, still sitting silently on the edge of his bed. “Thanks, kid. I had fun.”
He left, the door clicking behind him, and checked his watch. Eight o’clock. Craig would definitely be home by now. The whole way home he replayed the encounter in his mind. The kid had been fun. He was a nobody, certainly no one Robert would leave Craig for, but he had been fun. What the fuck was he doing wasting his time with Craig when he could be screwing a different guy each night? Unable to answer the question, he grabbed his Blackberry and checked his email.
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Chapter Four
Jeremy had become irritated after viewing the first condo and was ready to go home after he and Andrew walked out of the third. Andrew and Lance, their realtor, had flitted about from room to room, gabbing like girlfriends and leaving Jeremy to trail behind them. As far as he was concerned, the two of them could move in together and Jeremy would stay in the East Village.
Lance had plans to take them to three more places. An average man, brown hair, moderate build, a light five o’clock shadow, about five foot eight, it was his bubbling personality that made him and his endless tour tolerable. Each condo was the same as the others in Jeremy’s opinion, but Lance treated each one as if it were a castle in its own right.
They were beautiful. Jeremy couldn’t deny that. And he would probably enjoy living in each place, but whenever they left one place to go to another, he felt like cattle being prodded towards a pen. Midtown was too crowded, too fast, and too busy.
Nothing like the comfortable pace of the East Village. Signs for upscale stores lined the street. Nothing resembling a thrift shop could be found, but three Starbucks were in his immediate line of vision.
The next place they viewed was on Fifty-Ninth Street, right across from Central Park. The unit itself was high up with a perfect view of the park and the northern part of Manhattan, clear across the island to the George Washington Bridge. Despite his reservation about moving, Jeremy had to admit it was a beautiful view.
Lance began the tour of the unit. “The living room and kitchen are connected. Track lighting has already been installed with a dimmer feature. The counter tops are imported granite from Egypt, a beautiful sandy color. We have wasted no expense in fitting the kitchen with state-of-the art utilities. The sink has a filtering unit built into the nozzle. The refrigerator can do just about everything but pour your drinks for you. We have outfitted the stovetop with a ventilation system that self-cleans. Plus, we’ve installed a double oven. The living room is open with ample room for entertaining.”
He ushered them down the hallway. The first room they came to was large and square, also overlooking Central Park. “This is the spare room. If you used it for guests, I guarantee they won’t want
Billy sat on his bed looking at Robert. “You were amazing. I haven’t ever been fucked so good.”
“Glad to be of service.”
Billy gazed at Robert, appearing shy.
Robert smirked, his voice distant and cold. “Did you want to say something?”
The other man flushed. “I was wondering if we could meet up again. Maybe dinner or something?”
Robert laughed out loud. “What for?”
Shock crossed Billy’s face. “I thought…You said…I assumed—”
“You thought because we had a good fuck I want seconds. Kid, this is New York and you got fucked by a powerhouse from Wall Street. Count yourself lucky.”
30
D.H. Starr
Meant For Each Other
Under Billy’s silent stare, Robert finished buttoning his shirt. When he was dressed and got to the bedroom door, he turned to Billy, still sitting silently on the edge of his bed. “Thanks, kid. I had fun.”
He left, the door clicking behind him, and checked his watch. Eight o’clock. Craig would definitely be home by now. The whole way home he replayed the encounter in his mind. The kid had been fun. He was a nobody, certainly no one Robert would leave Craig for, but he had been fun. What the fuck was he doing wasting his time with Craig when he could be screwing a different guy each night? Unable to answer the question, he grabbed his Blackberry and checked his email.
31
D.H. Starr
Meant For Each Other
Chapter Four
Jeremy had become irritated after viewing the first condo and was ready to go home after he and Andrew walked out of the third. Andrew and Lance, their realtor, had flitted about from room to room, gabbing like girlfriends and leaving Jeremy to trail behind them. As far as he was concerned, the two of them could move in together and Jeremy would stay in the East Village.
Lance had plans to take them to three more places. An average man, brown hair, moderate build, a light five o’clock shadow, about five foot eight, it was his bubbling personality that made him and his endless tour tolerable. Each condo was the same as the others in Jeremy’s opinion, but Lance treated each one as if it were a castle in its own right.
They were beautiful. Jeremy couldn’t deny that. And he would probably enjoy living in each place, but whenever they left one place to go to another, he felt like cattle being prodded towards a pen. Midtown was too crowded, too fast, and too busy.
Nothing like the comfortable pace of the East Village. Signs for upscale stores lined the street. Nothing resembling a thrift shop could be found, but three Starbucks were in his immediate line of vision.
The next place they viewed was on Fifty-Ninth Street, right across from Central Park. The unit itself was high up with a perfect view of the park and the northern part of Manhattan, clear across the island to the George Washington Bridge. Despite his reservation about moving, Jeremy had to admit it was a beautiful view.
Lance began the tour of the unit. “The living room and kitchen are connected. Track lighting has already been installed with a dimmer feature. The counter tops are imported granite from Egypt, a beautiful sandy color. We have wasted no expense in fitting the kitchen with state-of-the art utilities. The sink has a filtering unit built into the nozzle. The refrigerator can do just about everything but pour your drinks for you. We have outfitted the stovetop with a ventilation system that self-cleans. Plus, we’ve installed a double oven. The living room is open with ample room for entertaining.”
He ushered them down the hallway. The first room they came to was large and square, also overlooking Central Park. “This is the spare room. If you used it for guests, I guarantee they won’t want
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