The pounding in Asher’s head was relentless and attempts to open his eyes were thwarted by the overpowering sun. “Jesus Christ,” Asher grunted, slinging an arm over his face to block out the offensively cheerful daylight. “Why do mornings have to start so early and be so god damn bright?”
A soft snore interrupted his thoughts. Michael lazily draped a familiar arm across Asher’s waist, pulling him closer. Asher grinned and pressed his back into Michael’s chest while the red satin sheets slipped lower around his thighs.
“Where the hell are we?” Asher whispered. Michael’s breathing changed from light snores to deep cleansing breaths as he slowly awoke. Michael stretch like a cat before nuzzling his nose against the nape of Asher’s neck.
“We’re at my apartment, remember?” Michael mumbled. “Now come back to sleep.”
The large room was sparsely decorated. A black leather headboard and a black leather chair were the only other furniture besides the bed Asher woke up on. The pieces were few, but they appeared to be rather expensive. The far wall was solid, floor to ceiling glass with an amazing view of the city. It was also the source of the annoying light.
Flashes of the previous evening slowly seeped into Asher’s mind. “The last thing I remember is leaving the nightclub. How did we get here?”
A wicked smile curled around Michael’s lips. “Well, babe, the cab driver got pissed when you wouldn’t stop humping me in the backseat and since my place is closer then trekking downtown to Onyx Hill, this was as far as we got.”
Asher shook his head trying to clear the alcohol induced haze from his brain. “I humped you in the taxi?”
“Yep,” Michael whispered, pulling Asher under the covers with him. “And in the elevator, in the lobby, in the third floor lounge, in the hallway right outside of Mr. Singh’s condo, who, by the way, was not particularly happy that we woke him up at two o’clock in the morning, and that was all before we made it up here to my bedroom.”
Asher’s face reddened as he rubbed his forehead, trying to remember. “I don’t remember any of that.”
Michael chuckled, “I’m not surprised. Ziggy suggested that I cut you off after your third Jager Bomb, but when you started ordering Kamikaze Shots two at a time, I knew it was time to go.”
“I never drink that much.”
Shrugging his wide shoulders, Michael kissed along Asher’s ear. “You were out celebrating with friends, Ash, it was no big deal. Consider it as me returning the favor for you saving my ass all those other times.”
The fog remained, but there wasn’t anything Asher could do about it. Arching his back, Asher sank back into Michael’s warm touch. He wanted to stay there forever, but as good as Michael’s body felt, Asher’s bladder was protesting last night’s abundance of liquid activities. He squirmed in Michael’s embrace before jumping up and rushing for the huge master bathroom connected to the bedroom.
“Dude, if you puke in there, I’m not cleaning it up.” Michael shouted as Asher ran.
“I’m not getting sick,” Asher growled, opening the toilet lid and releasing a steady stream of urine. The bathroom was impressive. It was just as sparse as the bedroom, yet the tawny colored walls and the gold tones in the floor tiles and marble counter made the space feel warm and inviting.
Returning to the bedroom, Asher’s eyes were instantly drawn to the large expanse of windows that covered the entire wall. “This view is incredible,” he said, stepping to the glass, his naked body washed with sunlight for the world to see. They towered over the rest of the city. From this point, Asher could make out the entire Upper East Side.
Michael sat up in bed and teased him, “Yeah, I know! That’s what you kept telling me last night when you pressed me up against the window and fucked me against the glass.”
A broad smile split Michael’s handsome face as he nodded his head and laughed. “Oh yes, you did. I bet there’re still cock-prints on the glass.”
There were smudges across the center of the glass accompanied by a dozen handprints all over the windows. Asher opened his palm over one of the prints then blushed.
Michael pulled back the satin sheet, revealing his long hairy legs and stiff morning erection. “Don’t worry about that. Come back to bed,” he purred.
Michael strolled into Chapel Chase before the Friday evening rush began. Ziggy nodded at him, acknowledging Michael, while he continued wiping down a stack of glasses. The restaurant side of Chapel Chase only had a few customers, but the bar was empty.
“Asher’s not here, yet.” Ziggy set one of the tumblers in front of Michael and quickly filled it with Rum and Coke.
“That’s okay, I dropped by to talk to you.”
Holding up his hands, Ziggy suddenly took a giant step away from the counter. “Whoa, dude, I don’t know what Asher has told you, but my dick definitely don’t swing that way.”
Michael rolled his eyes at him and scoffed, “Stop being a jackass!”
Ziggy smiled and winked at Michael. “Sooo, hot stuff, what’s up?”
“I’m trying to plan something special for Asher’s birthday and I need you to arrange for him to be off work next weekend.”
Ziggy returned to wiping down glasses stacked behind the bar. He arched a thick eyebrow as he said, “If Asher’s not on the schedule for our busiest times, he’s going to know something is up. He’s already begging Jimmy for every available shift he can work since he has to take off more time once the trial starts.”
“I know. That’s where you come in.”
“Me?” Ziggy asked and frowned. “What do I have to do with any of this?”
“I figured you could talk to Jimmy for me. You can get it all squared away without Asher knowing. I want to keep this a surprise until the last minute. The last few months have been so difficult for Asher, I figured the least I can do is make his birthday a time to remember.” Michael’s dimples deepened when he slowly smiled.
The minutes ticked by. It was getting closer to quitting time in the business district. Several customers walked in and settled down at the bar. Before long, the place was going to be packed with business men and women, eager to put the grueling work week behind them, looking forward to relaxing, kicking back, and enjoying the start of their weekend. Ziggy greeted his new customers. He filled their drink orders and then slowly walked back over to Michael.
“So, what’s in this for me?” Ziggy asked with a smirk.
A look of outrage washed over Michael’s face. “Asher already took a fucking bullet in the chest for you, Ziggy, this is the least you can do for him!”
Michael glared at Ziggy. Asher would be arriving any moment to start his shift at Chapel Chase and he wouldn’t have another chance to talk to the man in private again. If he waited, the plans could fall through altogether and Michael would be back to square one, trying to figure out what to do for Asher’s birthday.
Ziggy started laughing and reached across the polished bar top and slapped Michael on his shoulder. “Of course I’ll do it for him…but if you guys are sneaking off somewhere to have a wild weekend of kinky fuck-o-rama, then I want video.”
“I thought your dick didn’t swing that way?” Michael challenged.
With a playful wink, Ziggy’s devious grin doubled. “It doesn’t, but he does get rather piqued when there’s money involved.”
“Dude, I’m not fucking paying you to help out one of your best friends.”
Throwing his head back, Ziggy let out a deep rumbling laugh. “I love Asher like a brother. I’ll help him for free. You on the other hand…” Ziggy’s words lingered.
“What about me?” Michael demanded.
“Did you know that people pay big bucks to watch straight guys get their asses stuffed?”
“You’re such a god damn perv!” Michael grunted, shaking his head, and rolled his eyes at Ziggy’s crude remark as Asher walked through the front door. His work clothes were clean and pressed. His face was smooth shaven. Asher’s light brown hair had started to curl around his ears, yet Michael hadn’t complained about the growth.
Asher’s smile lit up his face. “Hey Mikie, I wasn’t expecting you to swing by until later.”
Michael turned his attention towards his boyfriend. “I just got here,” he said, shooting Ziggy a warning look that dared him to breathe a word of their conversation.
“How was your day?” Asher asked as he took his position behind the bar.
“It was good,” Michael said while picking up his drink and moving to his usual seat at the far end of the bar. Michael smiled and filled Asher in on all of the details with a new project he had just been assigned at work while the bar steadily filled up customers.
I'm really sorry for the delay. I hope it this new chapter was worth the wait.
My goal is to get as much writing in before ((gulp)) surgery
Thanks so much for being so understanding. You guys are great and I don't want to let you down.