Unobtainable (24 page)

Me: Can we meet early like 6:30?

Tag: You feeling alright? Got a fever?

Me: Don’t be an asshole! Well?

Tag: No problem, see you then.

Thank God Tag was so accommodating, I was none too thrilled thinking I’d have to stay hidden in my room for another hour and a half. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror and sprayed on a small amount of cologne. Once I was out of things to check, shit, shower, shave, I headed downstairs. Harley was sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of Chivas uncapped and a half filled highball glass, he hadn’t even bothered to remove his suit jacket. My heart sank. I wanted to go wrap my arms around his burley shoulders and simply be there for him because I still loved him, even though I wasn’t allowed. I resisted the hugging and stood behind him at a respectable distance.

“I’m going out for a while,” I told him.

“Do you have a fucking clue who that was, a fucking clue at all?” he snapped, spinning around to face me. “Did you bother to ask him…or me?”

“No, he said he was a friend. Not my business to ask your friends for their names.”

“A friend!” Harley laughed demonically, scaring the shit out of me. “That baby, was none other than Bruno De Palma, my eternal nightmare, the fucking creature that stole my life from me.”

I gasped, “Holy fuck.”

“Now there’s a fucking understatement if I ever heard one.” Harley raised his glass as if ready to give a toast. “And thanks to you, he now knows where to find me whenever he pleases. Do you know what you’ve done? Did you give him this address?”

“No, I didn’t give him anything. Harley, if I had known who he was I would have called the cops myself,” I placed my hand on his shoulder and he slapped it away. “I’m sorry, I…”

“Don’t bother, it’s too late,” he said, with a bit more stability in his voice. “My fault…”

He tipped his bottle to the glass and stopped, taking the bottle and putting it to his lips instead. He guzzled it like a drunken sailor on a three day leave, as I let out a heartsick sigh. At least he was home, no fear of him driving I would hide his keys on my way out. Then I fought with what to do, stay or go.

“My fault,” he repeated. “If I had just said no, none of this would be happening. You wouldn’t be here taking up space and doing stupid fucking things like letting the fucking devil himself back into my life.”

“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying,” I told him, convincing myself the same. “We all say stupid things when we’re drunk so I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Don’t pretend for me. Weren’t you leaving?” Harley snarled, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it violently to the floor, yanking at his tie. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Just go, leave me the fuck alone.”

“I don’t know that that’s such a good idea,” I said taking my phone from my pocket. “I’ll call Tag and tell him I can’t make it.”

“No!” Harley took a huge mouthful of Chivas and laughed. “Go be with your precious Tag, fuck Tag, do whatever it is that you do with Tag…tell me…why didn’t you marry him?”

“Yeah, I fucked up!” I yelled, as I grabbed my Harley jacket from the coatrack. “I seem to fuck up a lot where you’re concerned and I’m terribly fucking sorry for that. I’ll lock the door on my way out. Enjoy your evening.”

I was almost frightened to leave him but his contemptible words were playing in my head. He wanted to be alone? Fine, I’d give him that. I tucked his keys into the potted plant by the door. I was outside and half way around the block by the time I became aware of my surroundings. I was headed in the wrong direction and promptly spun on my heels and headed to the restaurant to meet Tag.

The alarm on my phone was set to remind me to ask Harley for his schedule. I sent a quick text and tucked it back in my pocket, not expecting an answer.

Me: Mr. Spiro called, he wants to meet Thursday. I’ll tell him to forget it, that we decided to break it off, irreconcilable differences. So if he calls the house let the message center get it.

I was shocked when I received an alert.

Harley: Tell him 5pm.

~Dyson~

“It’s been one thing after the other,” I told Tag, sipping at my warm beer after eating a small salad, my stomach was acting up again. “If this was a real marriage we would have been in divorce court weeks ago.”

“You my man are too funny,” Tag laughed. “This is exactly why marriage counselors get paid the big bucks, idiots like you two, and precisely why I’m never going to be stupid enough to get married.”

“So there’s not a Mrs. Right out there somewhere waiting for you?” I joked.

“If there is she better get used to the idea of being alone.”

“Why’s that?” I ask, intrigued.

“I’m not letting a woman drag me around by the nose and I answer to no one but myself. Besides, I can’t travel around the world and get laid on every continent if I’m married,” he announced. “There’s a law against it or something like that.”

“My pal Tag, ever the romantic,” I laughed.

“Romance pfft…so dish,” Tag said, resting his chin on his hands, pulling the girly on me, as he called it. “What’s hot stuff like in the sac? And remember not too much detail, I don’t need to hear about where he slips it, just that he’s good at what he does for my best friend.”

“You’re such a dork,” I chuckled. “And for your information he’s amazing, he has an amazing body and he’s ruined me for all other men.”

“So basically you fuck and fight, fight and fuck.” He grinned when I kicked him under the table.

“Lately all we do is fight and ignore each other,” I told him, raising a brow and finishing my beer. “Since we got back, actually the night before we got back. I should have never told him I loved him.”

“You were drunk. I guess that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.”

“Guess not,” I laughed, but it wasn’t funny in the least. “I think we drink too much, I should consider giving it up. I’m not very good at it anyway.”

“You just need to leave the bottle corked and deal with your feelings some other way,” Tag grinned. “Have steaming hot nasty sex, it works for me.”

I was drunk then and Harley was drunk tonight and I walked out and left him. I know he said he didn’t want me there, but after seeing Bruno he was probably a real mess. My chest tightened with guilt. I took out my phone and dialed. The line rang until it went to the message center. I tried three more times and panicked.

“I’m going to head out if that’s okay with you,” I asked Tag. “I need to check on Harley and straighten this bullshit out if I can.”

“You go do what you gotta do,” Tag told me. “Call me if you need me. You guys can get past this, you only have a few months to go.”

“I’ll call you.”

~~~

When I stepped into the apartment I had a sickly feeling like something was amiss, all the lights were on including the entrance way and the upper hall.  The TV was blaring, the stereo on top of the fridge was blaring and all the doors stood open upstairs, except Harley’s. I hung up my coat and slipped off my shoes setting them on the shoe rack. I turned off the stereo and headed to the living room to turn the TV down.

I nearly jump out of my skin when Harley screamed blue bloody murder. I raced into the room to find Harley entwined in another nightmare, only this one was like nothing I’d ever witnessed before. His arms and legs were thrashing, his teeth were clenched together like a snarling animal, his face was glowing red and his clothing was heavily drenched in sweat. He screamed out for a second time but his throat was so raw that it came out painfully strangulated. He gasped for air as he yelled
no
continually. I couldn’t stand by and watch anymore.

“Harley,” I said softly, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Harley, open your eyes, you’re dreaming. It’s just a dream, Angel, no one can hurt you.”

Harley flayed out slamming his hand against my chest, fisting the front of my shirt pulling at me until the buttons gave way and my shirt ripped open. His other arm drew back and I knew what was about to come. As his fist flew towards my face, my hand clamped around it and I fell back on my ass from the force.

Jumping to my feet I grabbed his arms and held him down as I shouted, “Harley, wake up! Wake up!”

Harley’s body stilled as he took in a huge gasp of air and opened his eyes wide, with a grave look on his face, panting helplessly. His eyes darted around the room, his hands clasped onto my forearms.

“Is he gone?” he asked, worried. His voice was irritated and raw.

“It’s over…it’s over. There’s no one here but you and me,” I assured him.

Closing his eyes, his lips quivered as tears escaped, trailing into his hairline at his temple. I dropped to my knees beside him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my lips to his forehead. He was a drunken mess and I had to blame myself for that. I felt terrible.

“Are you sure we’re alone?”

“I’m sure,” I told him. “I won’t let anyone get near you, I promise.”

“It was so real,” he choked. “I remembered everything from that last night. I thought I was going to die. It wouldn’t have bothered him if I’d died that night…Did you know I made my peace with God? I was so sure I’d fade away before someone found me.  The ropes were tied so tight I could barely breathe, my chest hurt so bad. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. Then he came home…and I wished I’d died.”

“Let me get you some water,” I said, rising to my feet.

Harley bolted upright wiping his face with the back of his shirt sleeve. I quickly grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and sat on the sofa beside him.

“Thanks,” Harley said, taking the offered bottle, cracking the lid. “What I said…those things I said earlier I didn’t mean them…I was scared shitless and I lashed out at you, I shouldn’t have.”

“I’m over it,” I told him. “Drink, it’ll help your throat.”

A few sips and he set the bottle on the side table. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

“I’m in for the night, I’m not going anywhere.”

“No. I mean stay with me in the same room, in the same bed.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, testing the waters as they say.

“I need you tonight,” he said. “I
need
you.”

Sex. That’s what he was saying in his roundabout way. I would be his therapy of sorts, a tension release. His escape. In a way I needed him too. Of course I agreed. No man on the planet would refuse a night of passionate sex to help him escape for a while.

Weaving my fingers with his, I lifted his hand to my mouth and kissed each knuckle tenderly, giving him a smile. I stood pulling him with me, enveloping my arms around his waist, squeezing him closer.

“I know what you’d really like,” I whispered against his cheek, allowing my breath to swim over his skin. “Follow me.”

Obediently following, our hands linked together as we climbed the stairs, I looked back giving him a supportive wink. He smiled and it faded when we stopped in front of his door and our eyes met. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“We’ll use my tub, I know where everything is,” I told him, opening the door to my room and walking him into the washroom.

While the large soaker tub filled with hot steaming water, I dropped in a vanilla bath balm and watched it explode and fizz on the surface of the water. The smell was delicious as the room filled with the aroma.

Slapping Harley’s hands away when he started to unbutton his shirt, he scowled sweetly and I laughed. I took my time opening each button and slid my hands under the shirt and peeled it off slowly, letting is drift to the floor. I feathered kisses across his chest and collarbone and licked his Adam’s apple, feeling it move under my tongue.

I unbuckled his belt, unfastening the front of his pants and pushed both his pants and underwear over his hips and down his legs, he stepped out and I tossed them onto the laundry basket. He stood on the toes of his socks sliding from them and reached for me.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast,” I warned. “Get in the tub and relax for a while.”

He was still rather tipsy, I helped him, fearing he would fall and break his fool neck.

I explored Harley’s beautiful body with my eyes as he climbed into the tub. That magnificent butt of his dimpling as he stepped up and in, his muscular back flexing and rippling and his large arms bulging as he slowly lowered himself into the fragrant water, the steam swirling around him. He may not belong to me, but I was going to enjoy him for tonight.

Come morning, detach, detach, detach.

“Did I do that?” Harley nodded his head at my torn shirt.

“I hate this shirt anyway.”

Shrugging out of my shirt, I tossed it over my head, watching it land with Harley’s clothes, and then added my jeans, underwear and socks to the pile. I fetched a few towels from the cupboard and placed them on the toilet beside the tub. I raised a foot and Harley stopped me.

“Wait,” he said.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, afraid he was putting an end to the night all too soon.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said. “Everything’s just right. You have a spectacular body I want to enjoy the view for a few more minutes.”

“Oh.”

“Turn,” he twirled his finger so I obliged. “Mmm…now stroke yourself. I want to watch you get hard.”

“Harley,” I began to protest. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

“I’ll relax once you do as you’re told,” he said.

“Are you being bossy?”

“Yes,” he said, pokerfaced. “Admit it, you like it when I order you around.”

If he wanted a show, I’d give him a show. I placed the palm of my hand on the center of my chest fingers stretched out, slowly trailing it over my eight pack and flirtatiously bit into my button lip. He tittered, spreading his arms across the expanse of the tub and lying back with a cheeky grin. My hand roved over my belly into the minute nest of hair at the base of my dick and I roughly scratched.

“Be serious,” Harley laughed. “I want you hard for me.”

“And hard I shall get,” I joked, dipping my hands into the water, soaping them up with a drop of body wash.

Taking hold of my dick in one hand my balls in the other and slowly stroking, my balls tingled as my cock lengthened in my palm becoming heavy and rock hard, as my breathing becoming labored.

“Faster,” Harley ordered after a few long fantastic minutes.

I was pleased to indulge, increasing my pace, I was enjoying myself. Proficient at what I liked best to get me off, I realized having an audience was a greater turn on than I had imagined it to be. I was getting close, my balls were aching for release, my cock dripping pre-cum onto the tile floor with a tiny splash. My knees were growing weak and I started to shake.

“That’s it cum for me, I love watching you get off.”

“Oh fuck,” I allowed my eyes to close as I tossed my head back, pushing my hips forward. “Allow me to entertain you.”

Hot jizz streamed from my cock, splashing onto the tiles at my feet. A few more strokes and I opened my eyes, meeting Harley’s.

“That was sexy as fuck,” he said, licking his lips. “Now get in here with me.”

Quickly, I stripped a length of toilet paper from the roll and wiped up my pearly white essence from the floor, tossing it into the toilet and flushing it away. It almost felt like such a waste, I sighed closing the toilet lid.

The water was still surprisingly hot as I climbed in behind Harley, wrapping my legs around him and reaching for a bath sponge. I washed his back, his chest and legs. Peppering kisses behind the trail of water the sponge left across his shoulders. I reached around his hip and touched the tip of his flaccid cock with the tip of my finger. Harley let out a prolonged lax moan.

Harley tipped his head back, I clasped his chin and kissed him tenderly, swirling his balls between my fingers. Our tongues soothingly probed one another, losing all time and space, enjoying the sizzling sweet taste of our breath. The moment was intense and I didn’t want it to end, but the water started to chill and our bodies disputed as goose bumps formed on our wet naked flesh.

Harley escorted me out of the bedroom and onto the balcony stairs the top step was as far as we made it.

With my legs hooked around his arms, I lubricated Harley with my own saliva and he sunk his throbbing cock into me slowly building a rhythm while I adjusted to his size. It seemed that no matter the amount of lube we used, the sting as the head of his cock passed through my tight opening took my breath away, leaving me panting and groaning…and wanting more.

Uncharacteristically not Harley, he was gentle like the one night in Denver, holding back and taking his pleasure from me, saving his orgasm for last but not forgetting my pleasure was his.

Roaming his hands over my chest, along my sides and thighs, Harley had my toes curling and my body trembling beneath him as I shot my seed all over my chest. He leaned forward and kissed his lips to mine, then swirled his finger through my spunk and licked it off.

“You taste good, I’m going to cum and then I’m going to lick you clean.”

True to his word, he emptied his load into me and after discarding the condom he lapped up my essence with a smile on his face.