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Jeremy’s cock slid further down his throat. He had learned through years of practice how to relax and take Jeremy in without gagging.. Andrew feathered his tongue along the underside of Jeremy’s mast while cupping his balls, rolling and tugging at them, rewarded by new streams of precum, which mixed with his saliva, making the work of taking him all the way down his throat that much easier.

The grunts emanating from deep inside Jeremy, along with the trembling of his muscles, told Andrew he was succeeding in his effort to send his lover into a senseless bliss. When two hands hooked beneath his shoulders and pulled him up, Andrew wanted to protest, but one glimpse of Jeremy’s eyes halted any complaints. The pure lust and hunger sent shockwaves through him.

He allowed Jeremy to guide him up his body until he was laying on top of him, face to face, gazing into each other’s eyes. Fire surged in his belly at Jeremy’s impassioned plea. “I want you inside me.”

Andrew locked his mouth over Jeremy’s once again, this time with a fevered need, gripping the back of his neck and pulling their mouths together; Jeremy’s excitement fueling his own. As legs wrapped around Andrew’s waist he angled his hips to give his glistening cock better access to Jeremy’s hole. “You want it right now?”

“Yes. God, Yes.” Jeremy’s eyes darted back and forth, peering at him, begging for release and ecstasy.

“You want it slow or all at once?” Each request sent fire through his belly and right to his groin.

“Fuck me hard. Shove your cock into me now.” The pleading edge in his voice caused a tingling to begin in Andrew’s core. His breath became labored and his body began to shake. Unable to withhold any longer, the game of teasing no longer an option, Andrew reached down and positioned the head of his penis against Jeremy’s hole.

Jeremy’s anus throbbed against Andrew’s cock with each rapid heartbeat. He pressed forward, pushing past the ring which gave way allowing him to sink all the way into Jeremy’s heated insides, the sensuous burn ripping the last bit of control from him.

Jeremy responded by squeezing his legs around Andrew’s waist even tighter. “My God. You’re filling me up.”

Andrew’s words were barely audible as he increased his pace, releasing Jeremy’s mouth from his to take in desperately needed oxygen. The two of them pumped and writhed in sync, like pistons working in tandem, the heat and friction increasing with each thrust until the tingling inside Andrew exploded outward, filling his senses with a blinding light, each nerve firing simultaneously.

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Andrew’s cock pulsed, shooting jets of hot cum deep inside Jeremy. Jeremy’s muscles clenched around his cock, deepening the sensation. He gripped onto Andrew, raking his fingers along the skin of his back, as his own orgasm racked his body. Red-hot semen coated their stomachs, causing them to slide against each other.

Several minutes of panting and kissing later, both of them regained their ability to move. “Jesus, Jeremy. What got into you?” Jeremy’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Ok, poor choice of words. Maybe I should have asked what brought that on.”

Jeremy closed his eyes, a contented hum emitting from him. “Do I need a reason to want you to fuck me like that?”

“No. I guess you don’t.” Andrew lowered his head and captured Jeremy in a languid kiss once again. The whole day had been a roller-coaster of emotions. At least they ended the day on a high. He peered into Jeremy’s eyes, stunned by the intensity of the gaze that met his.

Jeremy’s voice came out soft, but sure. “I love you, Andrew.”

Andrew smiled down at him. “I love you, too,” he whispered, sleepiness beginning to set in.

Looking satiated, Jeremy rolled lazily onto his side, an unspoken invitation to spoon. Andrew slid behind him on the couch, folding his arm around Jeremy and pulling him in tight.

Within minutes, Jeremy’s breathing became slow and even. Andrew’s eyes grew heavy and his mind began to drift. He held Jeremy in his arms, keeping him safe. He glanced down and watched Jeremy sleep and was struck by how peaceful he appeared.

I haven’t seen him so relaxed in a long time.

The realization robbed him of some of the satisfaction he had just experienced. The stark contrast between Jeremy awake and asleep forced Andrew to make a connection that unsettled him. Why would he only seem relaxed when he’s asleep? He knew the answer, since he too felt the strain that had crept into their relationship, but he had managed to ignore it. Yet watching Jeremy sleep, seeing the peaceful man he had originally fallen in love with, cut deep.

Rather than pull Jeremy closer, Andrew rolled over, hugging a pillow to himself, and lay awake, all enjoyment from their lovemaking evaporated into the gap that continued to grow between the two of them.

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Craig opened the several screens of his Boris file, and assessed his work one last time before he printed them for his meeting in an hour. This project hadn’t actually seemed like work at all. He had two sets of designs: one of homes in natural setting and one of home interiors. His favorite was the one of the home by a lake, Jeremy’s summer home. Funny how things like that stick in my mind after all this time.

Tall pines were scattered about, providing a canopy of rich green all around the house. He had included a small piece of the lake to show the house was located by water. The view was from the lake looking ashore.

The slant of the roof peeked through the trees, lower on the left and angling up to the right. The wall facing the water consisted of sliding glass doors and an expansive deck which wrapped around to the left. The lake mirrored off the glass doors and provided a range of blues, grays, and greens as if the doors were a movie screen displaying a beautiful nature scene.

He had done a few designs of the interior of the house as well; a fireplace built of gray stone created a rustic aura in the living room and long beams of maple wood from one end of a room to the other, again unfinished, warmed the room. The picture was a perfect example of blending modern and natural elements.

He glanced at the other interior design pictures to make sure they were of the same quality. Once satisfied his work met the criteria set out by Boris, he printed the collection, put them into a portfolio case, and headed out to Boris’s office located a few blocks away. Although he was confident in his work, an excited nervousness caused his heart to beat a bit faster than normal. I hope he loves them as much as I do.

At Boris’s office, he took a deep breath before walking up to the receptionist, a petite blonde. “Hi. I’m Craig Harper from Spectacular Designs. I’m here to meet with Boris.”

“Yes, yes. Boris is expecting you. Please, take a seat.” Her voice was chipper and sweet. “He’s on the phone, but will be off shortly.” Craig thanked her and took a seat.

A few minutes later, Boris came out to greet him. “Craig. Sorry to keep you waiting.” He shook Craig’s hand energetically. “Come into my office.” Craig followed Boris who pointed to a large table to the side of the room. “Come, let’s lay the pictures out here. I’d like to be able to view all of them at once.”

Craig opened his portfolio and began laying the pictures out. Boris took his time inspecting them, picking some up to view them more closely. After about ten minutes, he turned to face Craig, a wide grin spread across his face. “Absolutely marvelous work. Exactly what I want. So, m’boy, let’s talk business. How are we going to launch this campaign?”

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himself. “Janet is actually the one who does the coordination with the print companies and the advertisers. Maybe we should schedule a meeting so you can discuss the financial aspect of your campaign with her.”

Boris stared at Craig, silently assessing him, then sat down, motioning to the seat next to him. “Take a seat. I’m going to explain something to you and I’d like your full attention.” Craig sat, nervous he had upset Boris.

Boris crossed his legs and sat back comfortably in his chair. “You realize I am spending a lot of money on this project, yes?” Craig nodded. “This is my investment in myself and the direction I want my business to go. You are the one who knows more about my vision and what I’m trying to accomplish than anyone else. If I am going to be successful, I want you, who can speak to my vision, present at all meetings and helping me to make all decisions. You are my sounding board. In business, especially with the amount of business I’m bringing to your company, the client always gets what he wants.”

Craig’s stomach tied into a loose knot. Janet was not going to be happy about this.

She was already pissed he had warned Boris to start small with his campaign and had told him so in no uncertain terms after Boris had left the office the day they landed the account. Now Craig would be dealing with printers and ad execs—Janet’s domain. He kept his thoughts to himself, giving Boris the answer he knew he wanted. “I understand Boris. You can count on me.”

Boris smiled. “Good. Now, let’s talk about the campaign. I want a billboard and a magazine spread. Does your firm contact companies which rent billboard space?”

“Absolutely.” Visions of Janet scowling at him haunted Craig’s mind, but he forged ahead. Later he’d figure out a way to appease his friend.

“Perfect! The two demographics I am targeting are white collar professional males and homemaker females. I realize my target audiences are clichéd, but those two groups are where I’ll generate the bulk of my business. I’m thinking of Wall Street and midtown billboard displays as well as highway displays along Interstate eighty-seven where a number of shopping malls and various other stores are located. In terms of magazines, I definitely want Better Homes and Gardens. We can work out a few other magazines as we go along.”

Craig had been furiously writing all of this down to review with Janet when he got back to the office. He leaned back in his chair, the tension leaving his body so rapidly he slumped a little and had to pull himself back up to sit straight. “Okay! Then I’ll tell Janet to call your receptionist and set a meeting time for the three of us to go over numbers and timeframes. What is the timeframe you are looking for?”

Boris rubbed his chin. “Hmm, maybe a month, can we draw up the contracts and book the space in a short time period?”

“I’ll call our contacts and get back to you.” Craig mentally patted himself on the back. Smooth. You had no idea and didn’t commit yourself to a definitive answer.

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“Good, good. Now, one more thing needs to be done right away.” Boris got up and started pacing around his office. “I am throwing a party this weekend for a number of potential clients. I want all of these designs blown up and matted on poster-board, large displays to be hung on walls so several people can view them at once. I’m talking museum-size displays here.” He continued walking as he talked. “I’ve already wooed some clients for my new direction and I want them to conceptualize what I am talking about.” Boris turned to Craig. “And I’ll need you present at the party. You can arrange your schedule to accommodate me, yes?”

Boris’s comment was more of a command then a request. “Of course, Boris, I would be pleased to come to the party. Just out of curiosity, why would you want me there?”

Boris let out a heartfelt laugh. “Because, I’m going to introduce you as the genius behind the work. If my clients are going to hire me, they need to meet you so they can tell you their hopes and dreams for their homes or condos. You are going to be my design guy and your company is going to profit from the business I bring in.”

Craig nodded, a bit uncomfortable, as if he had been commandeered as Boris’s personal consultant. “When is the party?”

“This Saturday night. I rented a hall in Tribeca. My potential clients will be showing up around six o’clock. I would need you to arrive a few hours earlier with the posters to help direct my crew in setting up the place.”

Craig made note of the date and time. “Would you mind if I brought my boyfriend?

Saturday night is usually date night for us.”

“Please, bring him. I hope your boyfriend likes to drink because I’m springing for a full open bar.” Boris sat down behind his desk and picked up his phone. “Actually, I just reminded myself I need to call the caterer to make sure everything’s in order. The evening must be perfect.”

Craig stood up and let himself out of the office as Boris began talking to the caterer.

Boris waved, giving Craig the thumbs up signal.

His discomfort grew as he left Boris’s office and headed back toward his own. This was a job he enjoyed, but he was getting the sense Boris was going to keep him busy on this project for the rest of his life. This new venture was going to be successful for Boris, and taking advantage of Boris’s energy and business savvy would certainly be a good business move, but Craig liked diversity. He didn’t want to specialize in home design.

He would become bored and begin to view work as something he did to survive rather than something which challenged him and gave him pleasure. Craig made a deal with himself to complete this job to the best of his ability, and then politely pull back from Boris once this initial phase was complete.