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Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs
Chapter Two – Of All The Gyms In The World, You Had To Walk Into Mine
Jared was contemplating which CrossFit routine to start with when someone patted him on the back. “Hey, man,” he said as he embraced Adrian shortly. “Wasn’t Sunday your rest day or something?”
“Wasn’t yours?” Adrian asked back as he sat at one of the weight machines.
“I sort of have something to work out of my system,” Jared explained, looking in wonder at the kind of weights Adrian could lift from all sorts of positions.
After Chris had left, he had tossed and turned for about one hour before falling asleep. Was he really that stupid as to kick away a real chance ar something serious with a guy? He needed to call Chris, but he also needed plenty of courage to do that. A couple of hours at the gym would help him clear his head, that had been what he thought shortly after waking up.
“What about you?” Jared asked Adrian.
His friend was working up a sweat, and he looked sexy like that. Jared never considered anything of the kind involving Adrian, but he wasn’t blind.
Adrian grunted and didn’t reply until he finished his set of reps. “Kind of the same.”
Jared stopped his pretense at exercising and looked closely at Adrian. “Was the blowjob from that dude bad or something?”
“I didn’t get that blowjob,” Adrian explained.
“Really? So you went home without getting laid at all? I guess that explains it,” Jared said and leaned in to read the weights.
“I got laid,” Adrian said.
“Then what’s the issue?”
Adrian stopped and pressed his palms against his knees. “I met an asshole.”
“That’s redundant information. Since you got laid, it’s obvious you met an asshole,” Jared joked.
Adrian smirked. One thing friends were good for, Jared was sure, was to laugh at your bad jokes.
“So, what’s the deal? How was the asshole?”
“Tight and hot,” Adrian replied, and his smile grew broader.
“And yet, you’re here working out. So did you manage to fuck all the way or -” Jared made an attempt at guessing the situation.
“I fucked his brains out,” Adrian said with self-importance.
Jared didn’t mind Adrian bragging about his conquests. Just like Adrian laughed at his jokes, he was always a listener when it came to Adrian and his crazy sex adventures. “And?” he asked, seeing that Adrian fell quiet.
“I don’t know.” Adrian ran one hand through his dark hair. “He kind of pissed me off.”
Jared shrugged. “So what? You fucked him, and then he went on his merry way, right?”
Adrian pursed his lips. “He gave me his number.”
Now Jared gave up on his CrossFit routine completely. He sat down, next to Adrian, making him scoot over.
“You guys are using this machine, or what?” Some guy asked them.
Adrian threw one arm over Jared’s shoulders. “Yeah. We’re planning to shoot a porno here. The theme is gym assholes.”
The guy stared at them for a couple of seconds, clearly slow on the uptake. Jared couldn’t bear it any longer. Trying hard not to laugh, he hurried to speak. “Sorry, man. My friend here is joking. We’re just trying out a new routine. Double lifting.”
It looked like finally, the intruder understood he was being made fun of and walked away, muttering something under his breath.
“One day, we will be kicked out,” Jared warned Adrian, who was snickering like a schoolboy after a successful prank.
“Nah, we won’t. The owner has a soft spot for me.”
“Really? Don’t tell me you fucked Mr. Stevenson, too,” Jared said in disbelief.
Adrian scoffed. “Really, dude? He’s like forty or something.”
“Forty is not old,” Jared protested, feeling a bit odd. Adrian always spoke like that, and it had never bothered him before.
“He likes that I bring him customers. I always tell people about his place.”
“Good thing we’re safe then,” Jared said. “So, where were we? Ah, the asshole gave you his number. Wait, does he have a name? Do you remember it?”
Adrian sighed. “Edward.”
“Oh, the prince is sighing. Could it be a sign that his heart of ice has melted just a smidge?” Jared said in a dramatical voice.
“Shut up, J. I’m trying to pour my heart out here.”
“Sorry, sorry, my bad. Let’s try again. Start pouring.”
“So,” Adrian started, “I go to the bathroom with this dude, and he has like, really fine lips, and I just can’t wait to feel them around my cock -“
“Adrian, man, slow down. Let’s whisper or something. I think there are at least a couple of dudes who are trying to eavesdrop. What if that guy really bought it that we want to shoot a porno here?”
“All right,” Adrian agreed with a sigh. “Anyways, I’m about to get my dick sucked, and this sexy high-class asshole cockblocks me, completely out of the blue.”
“Sexy? High class? Who? This Eddie dude?”
“J, my friend, I don’t think he has ever been called Eddie in his life. He looks like he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and all that.”
“Wow. And what was he doing in our club, then? It’s bahis firmaları not like it’s the poshest thing in existence.”
They were all used to calling the club ‘theirs’, although they only went there to dance, drink, and eventually hook up. Jared sighed as he remembered the fiasco from the previous night.
“Hey, what’s with the sighing?” Adrian asked.
“You first,” Jared replied. “So, Edward cockblocks you.”
“Yeah. And it wasn’t the first time. I ran into him while I was chasing that confused jock with heavenly lips. I’m telling you, man, those lips -“
“Adrian, stop trying to give me a boner. Keep it to the asshole.”
“Right. Anyways, he starts riling me up, talking smack about how I’m a dick -“
“You’re a dick, and he’s an asshole. A pair made in heaven,” Jared said.
“Yeah, right? So I decide to shut him up since he obviously needs dick in his life.”
“Did you fuck him? Right there, in the bathroom? Not very high class of him, then.”
“The weird thing,” Adrian continued, seemingly absorbed with his own recounting of the story, “is that he’s not my type, but he makes me hard, you know, talking about how he would own me -“
“What? Own you? Wait, I hope this doesn’t get from a sexy movie to a horror one.”
“If you didn’t interrupt all the time, you would know,” Adrian said.
“My bad, my bad,” Jared hurried to say. “Please, continue.”
“I fuck him hard against the wall, he comes a boatload, and then he runs his mouth again about how I’m mediocre as a lover.”
“You? Mediocre? Haven’t you presented him with the long list of deleted numbers and rejected calls from your phone?”
“Not sure if that would make the right impression, though,” Adrian replied. “You see, he asked about me around the club. He has this weird idea that I could be trained or something.”
“Trained?” Jared now thought it a perfect moment to be alarmed. “Like a dog?”
Adrian nodded. “He even patted my head like this,” he said and demonstrated his words, by petting Jared’s forehead.
“So weird.” Jared shook his head. “Good thing it was just a one-time hookup. It was, wasn’t it? I bet you already deleted his number, right? Or just pretended to get it -“
“I’ll call him,” Adrian said abruptly.
“The dog trainer? Why?”
“Because,” Adrian pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, “he gives me the hardest boner ever.”
“Adrian, you’re my friend, and I love you. How about no? This guy wants to make a prancing pony out of you, by what you’re telling me. What if he is in a sect or something?”
“J, you watch way too much bad TV. Edward is just kinky, that’s all. And I’m sort of bored with the same-old, same-old, anyway.”
“Oh, you like him.”
“I don’t like him,” Adrian protested. “I sort of hate his guts.”
“Then you should forget all about him. He seems bad news.”
Adrian snorted. “Bad news, how?”
Jared took one moment to think, then drew a deep breath and let it all out. “You’re riled up good. Not a good sign. You could fall for him.”
“Fall for him? J, I know you think yourself some sort of Sherlock Holmes -“
“You guys call me that, you and Mike. I just happen to be right sometimes about various stuff.”
“Well, this time, you’re wrong. But let me hear your deduction.”
“All right. You meet this guy. He insults you; you get a boner. Tell me when was the last time that happened to you?”
“Never.” Adrian didn’t hesitate.
“Thus, exhibit A. You like him too much to feel that insulted. You believe you can change his mind. Therefore, you proceed to make a demonstration of what qualifies you as the prince of the neighborhood.”
“Whatever. Yeah, pretty much. Except for that stuff about me liking him. I don’t. I just want to bring him down.”
“A peg or two?” Jared questioned.
“More like to his knees, with my cock in his mouth.”
“Ah, so his mouth was nowhere near your cock last night?”
“He put the condom on with his mouth. Ten out of ten, impeccable technique.”
“So you got what you wanted, but it’s not enough,” Jared continued his sleuthing. “That’s exhibit B. Even more, you fuck him, but you want to do it again, which you never, never do, Adrian. And that’s exhibit C, and I rest my case. You like him.”
“Maybe a little,” Adrian agreed. “But it’s a long way from here to there, and I’m not going to fall for him. I don’t fall for anyone. I don’t work that way.”
Jared snickered. “Sure. Your blackened heart is impervious to charms. Was it because of -“
“No,” Adrian said shortly.
Jared knew Adrian had a reason to pretend to be so tough all the time. He didn’t know the details, but he had a hunch that Adrian had fallen on the invisible poisoned dagger of unrequited love. Adrian had confided some in Jared, but not the whole story, and, to this day, that was one piece of his history that remained locked even to his best friends.
“I will just tell you this, Adrian. This guy will hurt you.”
“I think so, too.”
“Ah, so you agree with me.”
“No, I just mean kaçak iddaa that if he’s into kinky stuff, he might like BDSM and who knows what other things.”
“And you’re okay with it? You’re the most straightforward gay dude I know when it comes to sex. You like oral,” Jared counted on his fingers, “anal, and guys who don’t call you the next day. For five years, you’ve been unchanged.”
Adrian shrugged. “Then it’s only reasonable that I get bored, right? Don’t worry, J. I’m on top of the situation, like always. I just need to fuck him again, make him admit that I have the best cock he ever had, and that’s all.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Jared said with a sigh. “But maybe the change of scenery will do you good, after all. Five years is way too long for a heartache.”
“What heartache?” Adrian said and looked away, annoyed.
“Don’t mind me. I have no idea why I said that.”
“What about your night? I thought you were going home to sleep, but I see dark circles,” Adrian said and grabbed Jared to stare into his eyes.
“I hooked up,” Jared said in one go.
Adrian grinned. “Good for you! Wait, don’t tell me the guy was so good that you moped about it until the wee hours of the morning because he didn’t go down on one knee to propose to you.”
Jared threw his friend a weird look. “Now who’s Sherlock Holmes?”
“What? Did I get it right?” Adrian was happy like a little kid.
“Well, not to the letter, but still. I met this guy, and he’s, I don’t know, way out of my league, I mean, you know, it’s like he’s clearly wealthy, really wealthy, and just decided to pick Cinderella, aka me, from the gutters.”
“Jared, you’re not Cinderella. You have better taste in clothes. Crystal slippers? I mean, come on. What, she never heard of kicks?”
“Thanks for the joke, but let me finish,” Jared said. “He’s some hotshot financial advisor. And I’m me.”
“So the high class asshole I fucked last night wasn’t the only rich dude searching for something in our humble neighborhood.”
“Technically, the club is not in our neighborhood -“
“J, stop dallying and spill the beans. What happened with this guy?”
“He catches me before I get in my car to go home, and practically says that he likes me. Not in these words, but anyhow. And, I don’t know, I felt like there was only he and I in the street, and there’s a magic moment, right there -“
“Wow, magic moment? Did he take out his dick and was a lightsaber or something?”
“Stop it, prankster,” Jared said and punched Adrian in the shoulder, which wasn’t very efficient, given their position, but still good enough to make a point. “I felt something different, and before I could think, I blurt out if he wants to come with me. And that’s how we ended up at my place.”
“And, let me guess, he fucked your brains out.”
“He was a bit rough, but I liked it, but that wasn’t where things went awry,” Jared continued. “It’s like this: he’s barely finished – by the way, he didn’t even undress at all, just pulled out his cock – and he tells me he has to go. And I cannot help it, and I get a bit sarcastic.”
A noncommittal grunt from Adrian followed. “A bit?”
“Don’t worry. I didn’t eat him alive or anything. The thing is he tells me, out of the blue, that he would want more than a one-time thing with me, and gives me his card, and vanishes. Now, should I call him? Would I look desperate? Did I mention he’s out of my league?”
“Call him,” Adrian replied.
“Just like that?” Jared questioned.
“Did you enjoy his cock or not? If you want more of that, go ahead. Also, two times will be an achievement, right?”
Jared sighed. “I don’t want just sex. I mean, of course, I want the sex part, but I want to go on a date or something. Do I really want the impossible?”
Adrian shrugged. “Maybe you found a kindred soul, Jared. Normally, dudes in their twenties don’t care that much about relationships and such.”
Jared coughed and cleared his throat. “He’s older,” he said quickly and so softly that Adrian leaned in to catch his words.
“How much older?” Adrian asked.
“I don’t know. He looks really good, you know, like someone in a commercial about some business TV show.”
“J, stop beating around the bush. You’ve never been with an older guy. How old?”
“Forty-ish or something?” Jared said, wincing a little.
Adrian shrugged. “Is this bothering you or something?”
Jared moved his head from one side to another, but with some hesitation. “I don’t have anything against it, far from me. But it makes me feel like I’m even more out of my comfort zone. Besides the obvious wealth he has and all.”
“Have you ever had fantasies involving your dad?” Adrian asked, but it was visible that the corners of his lips were twitching.
Jared punched him, this time hard enough to make Adrian try to getaway. “My dad is a great guy, but no, what the hell?”
“I was just checking if you have some latent manifestations of the Oedipus complex.”
“For your information, Adrian, not that you would care, that’s supposed kaçak bahis to suggest that I’d have feelings for my mom, not my dad.”
“We’re gay dudes. We should be different,” Adrian replied with a shrug.
“Still, more like his attitude makes me think he’s in his forties. He looks like he’s thirty-five, at best.”
“All right. I don’t care if my best friend is into daddies,” Adrian joked. “Mike has his fantasies with muscled tops wanting to bottom; you go for silver foxes.”
“He’s not gray,” Jared protested. “And what’s your fantasy? To be pushed around by a guy with a silver spoon in his mouth?”
Adrian scoffed. “I’m not going to be pushed around. Stop worrying so much.”
“I have to. In our little tight-knit group, I’m the designated mother hen,” Jared explained.
“Now tell me, mother hen, what keeps you from calling this guy?”
“I feel like I blew it,” Jared said and squirmed in his place.
“Not worse than me,” someone else intervened in their conversation, and they both looked up.
“Mike coming to the gym,” Adrian said and pushed himself up to grab their friend and squeeze him into a tight embrace, lifting him off the ground until he protested to be put down. “It must be the apocalypse.”
“Jared sent me a text he would be here if I wanted to hang out.”
“You two come to the gym only to gossip,” Adrian scolded them playfully. “Seriously, you’re cramping my style.”
“Like you wouldn’t get bored if we weren’t here,” Mike pointed out.
“Wait,” Jared realized what Mike had said the first thing, “what did you do last night?”
Mike sighed. Adrian pushed Jared away so that he could start lifting while carefully listening. Jared’s eyes were on Mike. “Well?” he asked, seeing that Mike was just moving from one foot to another without saying anything.
“I might not be able to come to the club with you, guys, from now on.”
“Why?” Jared asked.
“Because,” Mike said while twisting his fingers, “I might have fucked the wrong person.”
Adrian put the weight bar in its place and pushed himself up again. “Who? And let us get this one clear. Did you fuck someone, or did that someone fuck you?”
“Both,” Mike said with something akin to resignation in his eyes.
“Both?” Adrian and Jared exclaimed at the same time.
“Really?” Mike stared with his beautiful puppy eyes at them, making Jared feel a bit guilty. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“No,” Jared hurried to say.
“Yes,” Adrian said at the same time.
“Adrian!” Jared slapped his friend on the shoulder.
“You’re going to give me bruises,” Adrian warned.
“Good. How can you say that to Mike? Just look at him. Don’t you think he’s cute? Of course, he can fuck guys. And get fucked.”
“Thank you, Jared. But don’t worry. Adrian is right. I look like I’m the one with the least chances to get laid, and at a long distance from any of you.”
Jared wanted to protest again. It wasn’t fair that Mike thought so little of himself. But more pressing matters had priority. “What happened?”
“I got invited to a party,” Mike started. “This cute bartender, Jimmy, asked me.”
“It was the same bartender who served us last night?” Jared asked.
Mike nodded. “Anyway, I thought he might be interested in me, but, as it happens, he has a boyfriend. Well, I fucked his boyfriend.”
“What?” Jared expressed his disbelief now. “Mike, your parents raised you better than that.”
“Don’t I know it?” Mike said and cast his eyes down.
“Wait,” Adrian intervened, “just roll back the movie so we can understand what the hell happened. How did you fuck his boyfriend? Missionary? On all fours?”
Mike snickered, and Jared was thankful for Adrian’s sense of humor.
“I get to the party, and Jimmy says he’s going to find his boyfriend. Two minutes later, a guy comes on to me, and he looks, you know, just like my dream guy.”
“Interesting,” Adrian commented. “And that was the boyfriend?”
“Yeah. But I didn’t know,” Mike hurried to say. “I was so taken that a guy like that would talk to me that I went with him. And it was on all fours,” he added quickly.
Jared shook his head. “And then what happened?”
“I fucked him and,” Mike struggled to find his words, “and then he fucked me, too.”
“Win all around, the way I see it,” Adrian said.
“I thought so, too, until someone comes knocking. And guess who that is?”
Jared exchanged one look with Adrian. “The bets are on the cute bartender.”
“Right,” Mike agreed with a sigh.
“You look good for someone who was into a fight over a hot boyfriend,” Adrian said.
Mike snickered again. “Do I look like someone who would be in a fight? Gino was in the shower -“
“Gino? Hmm, nice,” Adrian intervened.
“Let him talk,” Jared said.
“Anyway,” Mike continued, “he tells me to unlock the door because that’s his boyfriend.”
“Let me take a wild guess. You didn’t,” Adrian said.
“Of course not. The soonest I heard his name was Gino, I went and jumped out the window.”
Jared stared at Mike in shock. “And you didn’t break anything?”
“No. It was a low window. And we were at ground level. The party was at a house.”
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
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