Before Clifford even opened his eyes he knew he wasn't in his own bed. There was a difference in the feel of it and the air around it that left him wondering what the devil he'd done the night before. He opened his eyes to see Kenneth standing by the window, glorious sunlight floating over and around him. His first thought shit! did we make love last night? was quickly silenced for his body didn't feel thoroughly used and blissfully sore. That was how he imagined he'd feel after a night of hardcore fucking with Kenneth. His cheeks warmed.
"Morning," he called sitting up.
Kenneth raked his fingers through his hair and turned to look at him. "Morning. How are you feeling?"
"Okay--I guess. What happened last night?"
"Do you want the honest answer or the one I'd give to make you okay with spending the night here?"
Clifford chuckled. "I had that coming." He stuck his feet out of the bed. "The honest answer?"
"You came here last night wanting us to make love."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Did we?"
Kenneth smiled and made his way to the chair by the bed. He sat and lifted his gaze to Clifford's face. "If we did--trust me--you'd remember."
"You didn't want me...."
"That wasn't it. I wanted you. I just didn't want you to wake up the next and regret it--I didn't want to be your oh shit moment."
Clifford bowed his head. He remembered now. He remembered wanting Kenneth so bad no amount of cold showers or thinking unsexy thoughts helped. Reaching across, he caressed Kenneth's cheek and smiled. "Where's your bathroom?"
Kenneth thumbed overh is shoulder and Clifford took off for it. When he flushed, washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, he made his way back to where Kenneth was once again at the window. "Sorry about that."
"Melvin called last night. I didn't mean to pick up your phone but it wouldn't stop ringing. He wanted to see if you were alright. He says to call him today."
"Thanks..."
"He said you found out why your mother hated my father."
Clifford's head snapped up. "Did he tell you why?"
"He said I should ask you. Didn't think it was his place to say. So why did your mother hate my father?"
"She was in love with him. He loved your mother."
Kenneth spun around then. "Your mother loved my father? What?"
Clifford took a breath and explained what he was told. When he was finished he slumped to sit on the bed and pressed his fingers between his knees. "And that's the story so far."
"You haven't spoken to your mother about this?"
"I haven't had time. The last time I tried talking to her about you guys she flipped a frigging lid. This will take some time."
"So do you hate me?"
"The hell kind of question is that? I'm here, aren't I?"
Kenneth eased back. "Because you were angry. Would you be here if it was just a regular evening? Would you be here because you wanted to feel my touch, taste my kiss?"
"Yes. I'm a grown man, Kenneth. If I want your ass I'm going to come for it."
Kenneth smirk. "Alright. You want it? Come and get it!"
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Tuesday, 28 May 2013
[Castle in the Sky - 15] Watchful Eyes
Kenneth sat on the chair beside the large bed watching Clifford sleep--or at least try to sleep. The man kept tossing about on the bed with pained expressions on his face. A few times Kenneth felt like waking him up but Clifford wasn't screaming or anything. Resting his elbows against his knees he rubbed the sides of his face with the tips of his fingers. Perhaps the whole promise of seduction was too much for Clifford. Maybe he should just back off. But he knew, from the kisses they shared, that he and Clifford could be happy together.
Clifford kept muttering something about his mother. Perhaps that was why Clifford was so torn between allowing Kenneth in and walking away. This little game of Cat and Mouse they were playing had become one big mousetrap and he wasn't entirely sure he was willing to have Clifford have a break down - though from the looks of it he could be a little late on that.
Reaching forward, he pulled the sheets up to Clifford's chest again for he kept kicking them off when he rolled around on the bed. Kenneth meant to sit down again when Clifford gripped his hand.
"Don't leave..."
The pained sound in his voice and the look in his eyes broke Kenneth's heart. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "I'll be right here."
Clifford dragged his hand down Kenneth's until only one of his fingers hooked into one of Kenneth's. When he was finally back to sleep, Kenneth sat once more, watching the man sleep. This time, he seemed content, a few times he even smiled in his sleep.
At some point during the night Kenneth dosed off in the chair. A ringing cell phone woke up. Instinctively he searched for it and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Who is this?"
"You're calling, who are you?" Kenneth demanded.
"I'm looking for Clifford. It's his best friend. Do you know where he is?"
"Oh hey Melvin. It's Kenneth. He's here with me."
"Is he okay?"
"I think so. He came here--didn't seem like himself so I made him something to eat then put him into bed. Do you know what happened to make him like this tonight?"
Kenneth walked away from the bed so his voice wouldn't carry as much to Clifford.
"I don't know if I should say anything," Melvin replied softly. "But it has to do with why his mother raised him to hate your family. I told him what I heard from my mother. Needless to say, he didn't take it well."
"I'd say."
"Look, ask him to give me a call tomorrow."
"Wait...what did your mom say?"
"Ask Cliff. I'm glad he's okay. Good night, Kenneth."
Kenneth took a deep breath. "G'night." Looking down at the screen, he tapped the red button lightly to hang up and placed the phone on the bedside table. He scratched the back of his neck and fell into the chair lightly once more. This time, he couldn't fall asleep. There were so many thoughts swimming about inside his head--thoughts from what the devil was it about his father and Clifford's mother? to damn I wanna crawl into bed with him...
Clifford kept muttering something about his mother. Perhaps that was why Clifford was so torn between allowing Kenneth in and walking away. This little game of Cat and Mouse they were playing had become one big mousetrap and he wasn't entirely sure he was willing to have Clifford have a break down - though from the looks of it he could be a little late on that.
Reaching forward, he pulled the sheets up to Clifford's chest again for he kept kicking them off when he rolled around on the bed. Kenneth meant to sit down again when Clifford gripped his hand.
"Don't leave..."
The pained sound in his voice and the look in his eyes broke Kenneth's heart. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "I'll be right here."
Clifford dragged his hand down Kenneth's until only one of his fingers hooked into one of Kenneth's. When he was finally back to sleep, Kenneth sat once more, watching the man sleep. This time, he seemed content, a few times he even smiled in his sleep.
At some point during the night Kenneth dosed off in the chair. A ringing cell phone woke up. Instinctively he searched for it and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Who is this?"
"You're calling, who are you?" Kenneth demanded.
"I'm looking for Clifford. It's his best friend. Do you know where he is?"
"Oh hey Melvin. It's Kenneth. He's here with me."
"Is he okay?"
"I think so. He came here--didn't seem like himself so I made him something to eat then put him into bed. Do you know what happened to make him like this tonight?"
Kenneth walked away from the bed so his voice wouldn't carry as much to Clifford.
"I don't know if I should say anything," Melvin replied softly. "But it has to do with why his mother raised him to hate your family. I told him what I heard from my mother. Needless to say, he didn't take it well."
"I'd say."
"Look, ask him to give me a call tomorrow."
"Wait...what did your mom say?"
"Ask Cliff. I'm glad he's okay. Good night, Kenneth."
Kenneth took a deep breath. "G'night." Looking down at the screen, he tapped the red button lightly to hang up and placed the phone on the bedside table. He scratched the back of his neck and fell into the chair lightly once more. This time, he couldn't fall asleep. There were so many thoughts swimming about inside his head--thoughts from what the devil was it about his father and Clifford's mother? to damn I wanna crawl into bed with him...
Wednesday, 22 May 2013
[Castle in the Sky -14] Giving In Halfway
Kenneth looked up from his popcorn and book as the doorbell peeled. He groaned. It was so frustrating trying to read a book he actually wanted to read and just couldn't seem to get past the first chapter with all the interruptions. Putting his popcorn away from him along with his book and reached for his shirt. Shrugging, he left it where it was and made his way down the stairs. When he finally reached the front door, he stood there with an arched brow.
"Do you know what time it is?" He asked.
But Clifton didn't answer. He said nothing. What he did left Kenneth pressed into the wall, breath taken away, tongue tangling with Clifton's and his body more aroused than he'd ever felt it. He sucked against Clifton's tongue, wrapped his arms tightly around the dark-skinned Adonis and allowed his mouth to be thoroughly plundered.
Finally he managed to pull his lips away and braced his palms into Clifton's chest to stop his descending mouth. "What's going on?"
"This is what you wanted. You wanted me in your bed, right? Here I am."
"Yes but not like this. What's going on?"
Clifton jerked away and made for the door then but Kenneth caughth is arm and shoved the door closed. Bracing his back to it, he cradled Clifton's face. "I didn't stop kissing you so you can leave. I just wanted to make sure you're here because you want to and not because of anything else. Cliff...Look at me...please."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
Clifton stepped away from him but Kenneth didn't move his body from between his wanna-be lover and the door. Instead he braced himself, trying desperately to catch Clifton's eyes.
"What are you ashamed of?"
"That I want you. I'm not supposed to want you. I've been raised to not want you."
"Cliff--that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
Kenneth took a breath to steady himself as he gripped the man's shoulder. "If you want me, you know I'm ready, willing and so damn able to give you precisely what you want from me. But I can't do that unless you're in this. Right now its like you're swimming in the deep end but you're holding onto the wall because you're afraid of sinking."
It was with those words, Clifton lifted his head. "Then why does me being here make me feel like this?"
The words hit Kenneth like a punch in the gut. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a breath. "Come on. Let me get you something to drink and you can sleep it off. I have plenty of room."
"Kenneth I feel--I want..."
"It's alright," Kenneth pulled him into a hug. "We don't have to do anything tonight. We don't even have to talk if that's not what you want. Everything will look better with the sun."
"Do you know what time it is?" He asked.
But Clifton didn't answer. He said nothing. What he did left Kenneth pressed into the wall, breath taken away, tongue tangling with Clifton's and his body more aroused than he'd ever felt it. He sucked against Clifton's tongue, wrapped his arms tightly around the dark-skinned Adonis and allowed his mouth to be thoroughly plundered.
Finally he managed to pull his lips away and braced his palms into Clifton's chest to stop his descending mouth. "What's going on?"
"This is what you wanted. You wanted me in your bed, right? Here I am."
"Yes but not like this. What's going on?"
Clifton jerked away and made for the door then but Kenneth caughth is arm and shoved the door closed. Bracing his back to it, he cradled Clifton's face. "I didn't stop kissing you so you can leave. I just wanted to make sure you're here because you want to and not because of anything else. Cliff...Look at me...please."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
Clifton stepped away from him but Kenneth didn't move his body from between his wanna-be lover and the door. Instead he braced himself, trying desperately to catch Clifton's eyes.
"What are you ashamed of?"
"That I want you. I'm not supposed to want you. I've been raised to not want you."
"Cliff--that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
Kenneth took a breath to steady himself as he gripped the man's shoulder. "If you want me, you know I'm ready, willing and so damn able to give you precisely what you want from me. But I can't do that unless you're in this. Right now its like you're swimming in the deep end but you're holding onto the wall because you're afraid of sinking."
It was with those words, Clifton lifted his head. "Then why does me being here make me feel like this?"
The words hit Kenneth like a punch in the gut. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a breath. "Come on. Let me get you something to drink and you can sleep it off. I have plenty of room."
"Kenneth I feel--I want..."
"It's alright," Kenneth pulled him into a hug. "We don't have to do anything tonight. We don't even have to talk if that's not what you want. Everything will look better with the sun."
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
[Castle In the Sky -13] Heard it Through the Grapevine
Clifton sat across from Melvin but he wasn't really paying attention. The way his best friend called him on the phone and asked to meet left Clifton feeling as if his world was about to end.
"Clif..."
"No. Gimme a second. I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for what's coming so --just give me a second."
He rubbed his palms into his thighs while his mind went through different conspiracy theories, none of which made any sense. His heart raced faster with each thought until Melvin must have thought something was wrong for his friend reached over and grabbed his now shaking shoulder.
"Breathe man."
"It's bad isn't it?"
Melvin hesitated but nodded and released Clifton's shoulder. "But you have to remember, dude, this is what was in the rumor mill--and we both know these things are like playing broken telephone."
Clifton nodded. "Alright. Tell me."
Melvin took a sip from his drink as if readying himself, cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his lap. He leaned forward and locked eyes with Clifton. "Okay, so according to my mother, your mother used to be friends with Jack Roddick - the boys' father- and Emilie Brown who wound up being Jack's wife later. The three of them and one other, Seth Harperhagaen used to be attached at the hips. They went to high school together, pulled pranks together, got hauled down to the sheriff's office together. Once they all got arrested but with the Roddicks' connection they were all released and the case just disappeared." Melvin cleared his throat again while glancing over his shoulder. Finally he looked back and continued. "But your mother, started developing a crush on Jack Roddick."
"What?""
"Would you let me finish?"
Clifton swallowed. "Okay, sorry."
"Like I was saying. Your mother started catching feelings for Jack Roddick. At first she hid it and was quite successful at it. But things got worse when Jack started showing interest in every other girl but her. She began withdrawn, started listening to depressing music but didn't say anything to Jack about it. Then Jack started dating Emilie and shit really hit the fan. Apparently, your mother did some horrible things to Emilie--one night they all went camping for the weekend up by the Roddick's lakehouse. Your mom waited until Emilie was sleeping then cut her hair. Mom showed me a picture it was like...night and day man. Emilie started out with beautiful black hair, down to her ass. When she woke up it was shorter than a bob."
Clifton stomach tightened and he suddenly felt ill.
"She even switched Emilie's shampoo with paint, lit her chair on fire while Emilie was still in it...it goes on and on. Finally everything came to a head after Emilie 'accidentally' ran out of gas on Dead Man's Peak. She had to walk down that hill, in the dark to Porter's. Jack was there with some guys from the rugby team and was not pleased. She was sobbing, Jack was holding her and your mom just lost it. She admitted her feelings for Jack and ask how he could love such an ugly thing... It got all over town, and Jack told your mother if she came anywhere near him or Emilie again he'd ruin her."
"I can't breathe..."
"Come on, Cliff. This is what was in the rumor mill."
"But the picture of Emilie's hair...I mean who would make that up? She's my mother and I adore her but Melvin--I'm a grown man. My mother taught me all these years to hate these people and now I find myself wanting one of them and I don't know why I shouldn't. She won't tell me anything. If they'd harmed her wouldn't she want me to know--wouldn't she want me to make them pay?"
"Maybe she knows you would go after them so she doesn't want to tell you."
"No. It's more than that. Shit. My mother is like the characters in a soap opera that makes me not watch those crap."
"That's a tad drastic..."
Clifton lifted a hand and shook his head. "No. She tried to ruin this woman and look what happened, huh? Then she raised me to hate these people and I like a moron listened to her. I mean what the fuck!"
"You should get a drink."
"No. I don't want to be clouded for this."
"So you want Kenneth, huh?"
Clifton hung his head. "He's trying...really hard to get my attention and after we kissed I just--for once in my life I don't want to do something because that's what my mother expects or because its what you expect or anyone else. I want to do something because it makes me happy."
"So if Kenneth makes you happy go for it."
"I wouldn't feel right but if what you're telling me is true then I have nothing to feel guilty about."
"But Kenneth is human. He can only wait so long."
"I bought some time with him."
"How?"
Clifton smirked. "He wants me in his bed, Mel...I told him if he wants me in his bed he will have to earn it..He will have to seduce me."
Melvin flailed. He actually flailed!
"Did you just flail?" Clifton questioned.
Melvin laughed. "Well, I'm pretty sure he would rock your world Cliff. You just have to let him."
Clifton smiled and he left their guy's night out feeling more convoluted than before. Still that night he lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling wondering what it would be like to have Kenneth snuggled up to him with a palm over his chest. He wondered what Kenneth's first smile of the day looked like and what his first kiss tasted of.
"Clif..."
"No. Gimme a second. I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for what's coming so --just give me a second."
He rubbed his palms into his thighs while his mind went through different conspiracy theories, none of which made any sense. His heart raced faster with each thought until Melvin must have thought something was wrong for his friend reached over and grabbed his now shaking shoulder.
"Breathe man."
"It's bad isn't it?"
Melvin hesitated but nodded and released Clifton's shoulder. "But you have to remember, dude, this is what was in the rumor mill--and we both know these things are like playing broken telephone."
Clifton nodded. "Alright. Tell me."
Melvin took a sip from his drink as if readying himself, cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his lap. He leaned forward and locked eyes with Clifton. "Okay, so according to my mother, your mother used to be friends with Jack Roddick - the boys' father- and Emilie Brown who wound up being Jack's wife later. The three of them and one other, Seth Harperhagaen used to be attached at the hips. They went to high school together, pulled pranks together, got hauled down to the sheriff's office together. Once they all got arrested but with the Roddicks' connection they were all released and the case just disappeared." Melvin cleared his throat again while glancing over his shoulder. Finally he looked back and continued. "But your mother, started developing a crush on Jack Roddick."
"What?""
"Would you let me finish?"
Clifton swallowed. "Okay, sorry."
"Like I was saying. Your mother started catching feelings for Jack Roddick. At first she hid it and was quite successful at it. But things got worse when Jack started showing interest in every other girl but her. She began withdrawn, started listening to depressing music but didn't say anything to Jack about it. Then Jack started dating Emilie and shit really hit the fan. Apparently, your mother did some horrible things to Emilie--one night they all went camping for the weekend up by the Roddick's lakehouse. Your mom waited until Emilie was sleeping then cut her hair. Mom showed me a picture it was like...night and day man. Emilie started out with beautiful black hair, down to her ass. When she woke up it was shorter than a bob."
Clifton stomach tightened and he suddenly felt ill.
"She even switched Emilie's shampoo with paint, lit her chair on fire while Emilie was still in it...it goes on and on. Finally everything came to a head after Emilie 'accidentally' ran out of gas on Dead Man's Peak. She had to walk down that hill, in the dark to Porter's. Jack was there with some guys from the rugby team and was not pleased. She was sobbing, Jack was holding her and your mom just lost it. She admitted her feelings for Jack and ask how he could love such an ugly thing... It got all over town, and Jack told your mother if she came anywhere near him or Emilie again he'd ruin her."
"I can't breathe..."
"Come on, Cliff. This is what was in the rumor mill."
"But the picture of Emilie's hair...I mean who would make that up? She's my mother and I adore her but Melvin--I'm a grown man. My mother taught me all these years to hate these people and now I find myself wanting one of them and I don't know why I shouldn't. She won't tell me anything. If they'd harmed her wouldn't she want me to know--wouldn't she want me to make them pay?"
"Maybe she knows you would go after them so she doesn't want to tell you."
"No. It's more than that. Shit. My mother is like the characters in a soap opera that makes me not watch those crap."
"That's a tad drastic..."
Clifton lifted a hand and shook his head. "No. She tried to ruin this woman and look what happened, huh? Then she raised me to hate these people and I like a moron listened to her. I mean what the fuck!"
"You should get a drink."
"No. I don't want to be clouded for this."
"So you want Kenneth, huh?"
Clifton hung his head. "He's trying...really hard to get my attention and after we kissed I just--for once in my life I don't want to do something because that's what my mother expects or because its what you expect or anyone else. I want to do something because it makes me happy."
"So if Kenneth makes you happy go for it."
"I wouldn't feel right but if what you're telling me is true then I have nothing to feel guilty about."
"But Kenneth is human. He can only wait so long."
"I bought some time with him."
"How?"
Clifton smirked. "He wants me in his bed, Mel...I told him if he wants me in his bed he will have to earn it..He will have to seduce me."
Melvin flailed. He actually flailed!
"Did you just flail?" Clifton questioned.
Melvin laughed. "Well, I'm pretty sure he would rock your world Cliff. You just have to let him."
Clifton smiled and he left their guy's night out feeling more convoluted than before. Still that night he lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling wondering what it would be like to have Kenneth snuggled up to him with a palm over his chest. He wondered what Kenneth's first smile of the day looked like and what his first kiss tasted of.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
[Castle in the Sky - 12] The Dare
Kenneth opened his eyes and rolled over. For a moment he lay there, waiting-not particularly sure why. His alarm clock blared beside him and after slamming a fist into it, he pressed his eyes closed. Then he heard it--the familiar sound of tools operating in his house. Jerking upward, he jumped from the bed but failed. His feet tangled with the sheets and he hit the floor hard.
He grunted, rolled from side to side as pain charged up his spine. For a second, he couldn't concentrate on nothing but the hurt and once his body could tolerate it, he lifted his shoulder and glared at the sheet, still wrapped around one of his ankle. A power tool hummed again and reminded him of why he was in such a rush.
"Get off me!" he muttered, wrenching his foot from its trap. "Shit man."
Finally free, he stood and hauled on a pair of track pants. He shoved his fingers through his hair, quickly rinsed his mouth in his en-suite bathroom then made his way, barefooted down the hall. As he drew closer, the sound stopped, followed by hammering then silence. Scampering down the steps, he skidded to a halt by the door where Clifton was busy--headphones on, hard hat on, goggles on and was peering pensively at something on the floor.
Kenneth waited until Clifton removed his goggles and headphones before speaking. "Good morning."
Clifton shoved to his feet and whirled around. "Morning."
Kenneth walked slowly, cautiously into the room.
"You're supposed to be wearing a hard hat in here--construction zone."
"We're going there again?"
"Where?"
"The place where you pretend I didn't kiss you and you didn't enjoy it."
Clifton chuckled and placed his hat on the floor before shoving the goggles into them. The headphones he placed on the ground beside the hat and took a step toward Kenneth. He traced a finger between Kenneth's pecs sending lightening through the Roddick's body. The finger was rough, calloused-the finger of a man who'd done some hard work in his life. Kenneth wanted to feel the whole hand so he gripped Clifton's wrist and pushed. The contractor's palm hit Kenneth's chest but Kenneth didn't stop there. He dragged the rough hand over his body, across his chest to graze his nipple. He whimpered. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"You've got morning wood, Kenny?" Clifton whispered. His voice was close to Kenneth's ear. "And you think I can help you with that problem? Is that it?"
"There's more to it..." Kenneth continued moving the hand back and forth, teasing the bud and gasping from the wonderful fire that filled his veins. "Damn, that's so good."
"Here's the deal," Clifton bit Kenneth's earlobe. "You want me in your bed? You're going to have to seduce me. Make me want to take that ass - Can you do that, Kenneth?"
Kenneth's eyes snapped open. Why would Clifton think he would bottom for him? The man just assumed.
He released Clifton's hand but the infuriating, sexy as sin man, merely smirked, pinched Kenneth's nipple and left the room.
As Kenneth stood there, a hot, trembling mess, he knew what he had to do. He was going to show Clifton a seduction he'd never forget.
He grunted, rolled from side to side as pain charged up his spine. For a second, he couldn't concentrate on nothing but the hurt and once his body could tolerate it, he lifted his shoulder and glared at the sheet, still wrapped around one of his ankle. A power tool hummed again and reminded him of why he was in such a rush.
"Get off me!" he muttered, wrenching his foot from its trap. "Shit man."
Finally free, he stood and hauled on a pair of track pants. He shoved his fingers through his hair, quickly rinsed his mouth in his en-suite bathroom then made his way, barefooted down the hall. As he drew closer, the sound stopped, followed by hammering then silence. Scampering down the steps, he skidded to a halt by the door where Clifton was busy--headphones on, hard hat on, goggles on and was peering pensively at something on the floor.
Kenneth waited until Clifton removed his goggles and headphones before speaking. "Good morning."
Clifton shoved to his feet and whirled around. "Morning."
Kenneth walked slowly, cautiously into the room.
"You're supposed to be wearing a hard hat in here--construction zone."
"We're going there again?"
"Where?"
"The place where you pretend I didn't kiss you and you didn't enjoy it."
Clifton chuckled and placed his hat on the floor before shoving the goggles into them. The headphones he placed on the ground beside the hat and took a step toward Kenneth. He traced a finger between Kenneth's pecs sending lightening through the Roddick's body. The finger was rough, calloused-the finger of a man who'd done some hard work in his life. Kenneth wanted to feel the whole hand so he gripped Clifton's wrist and pushed. The contractor's palm hit Kenneth's chest but Kenneth didn't stop there. He dragged the rough hand over his body, across his chest to graze his nipple. He whimpered. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"You've got morning wood, Kenny?" Clifton whispered. His voice was close to Kenneth's ear. "And you think I can help you with that problem? Is that it?"
"There's more to it..." Kenneth continued moving the hand back and forth, teasing the bud and gasping from the wonderful fire that filled his veins. "Damn, that's so good."
"Here's the deal," Clifton bit Kenneth's earlobe. "You want me in your bed? You're going to have to seduce me. Make me want to take that ass - Can you do that, Kenneth?"
Kenneth's eyes snapped open. Why would Clifton think he would bottom for him? The man just assumed.
He released Clifton's hand but the infuriating, sexy as sin man, merely smirked, pinched Kenneth's nipple and left the room.
As Kenneth stood there, a hot, trembling mess, he knew what he had to do. He was going to show Clifton a seduction he'd never forget.
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
[Castle in the Sky -11] A Mother's Words
Clifton sat on his mother's porch and watched her sip from a glass of lemonade. The sun shone a little less now for the night was coming. Turning so his back was to her and his eyes to the beach off in the distance, he wondered what she would say if he told her he'd kissed Kenneth--that he'd tasted this man she hated so desperately and yearned for more than just the mere mingling of tongues?
He couldn't tell her. She'd surely die.
Bowing his head, his heart slammed into his chest painfully. The wind picked up a little and he could smell the saltiness from the beach.
"What's the matter Cliff?" his mother's voice was soft.
"Mom...I have a question. And you can't get mad about it and if you don't want to answer it just say so."
"Okay."
"Why do you hate the Roddicks so much?"
Silence. For a long moment she said nothing and after a bit, Clifton realised he wasn't breathing and took a breath. His head spun slightly and a slight anger pulsed through his veins like a crowd, waiting outside a really flimsy fence, shaking it, biding their time. He turned against the porch wall to face her. She was eyeing him with a certain contempt reserved for the lowest scum on the earth. He stood.
"Where are you going?" his mother asked.
"I'm leaving." He trudged for the door.
"Why the question?"
"Because I deserve to know why you taught me to hate these people--people I've never met until recently. I want to know why you did that!" He noticed he was yelling so he took a breath and held up a hand.
"You met the Roddicks? Where? What did they say to you?"
"I am working on a project for Kenneth Roddick, mom."
"How dare you!"
"How dare I? The bills aren't going to pay themselves mom!"
"I'd rather starve!"
Clifton bowed his head. "See? That's the difference between you and I. I don't always let my pride run my life. If you're not going to tell me why then I should go before we say something we'll both regret."
"Cliff...."
But he couldn't stand there any longer. Kenneth kissed him and his whole world swirled around him like a beautiful array of light. Ever sweet taste of his tongue flowing over is to the fingers at the back of his head felt like hot perfection. He'd never been kissed like that or even felt half of what Kenneth sent through him with just one look of those piercing eyes. But how would he tell his mother he was sleeping with the enemy? He wasn't even sure why she hated them so much and her stubborn self wouldn't tell him why.
As an adult he should be able to make up his own mind but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Clifton?"
Clifton looked. He shook his head to realise he was parked out front of the Boat, a small diner in the town. He smiled at Melvin, took a breath and climbed from the car.
"Hey. Didn't think you were coming tonight since you work tomorrow," Melvin hugged him. "What's going on? You don't look so good."
"My mom and I just had an argument," Clifton explained as they walked into the diner. A tiny bell jangled above them and that sound irritated Clifton more than it should. He fell into a corner booth with his friend across from him.
"What about?"
"The Roddicks. I have no fucking clue why she hates them so much and the last thing I want to do is hurt her. How do I tell her Kenneth and I kissed?"
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me," Clifton muttered.
The waitress took their orders and when she left, Melvin reached in to take one of Clifton's hand. "Listen, I will ask around. Maybe my mom knows why your mom is so up in arms about the Roddicks. But you know it will probably be what was in the rumor mill at the time."
"Probably but it would be a start."
"Okay. I'll ask her tomorrow. I have to take her for her regular check up with Doc Sanchez."
"Thanks man. This is so...ugh."
"So tell me about this kiss? Was it wet, and grose and sloppy and ick?"
Clifton laughed. "None of the above."
"You can't be this upset over your mother..."
"No. I'm this upset because Kenneth kissed me and I want it to happen again."
He couldn't tell her. She'd surely die.
Bowing his head, his heart slammed into his chest painfully. The wind picked up a little and he could smell the saltiness from the beach.
"What's the matter Cliff?" his mother's voice was soft.
"Mom...I have a question. And you can't get mad about it and if you don't want to answer it just say so."
"Okay."
"Why do you hate the Roddicks so much?"
Silence. For a long moment she said nothing and after a bit, Clifton realised he wasn't breathing and took a breath. His head spun slightly and a slight anger pulsed through his veins like a crowd, waiting outside a really flimsy fence, shaking it, biding their time. He turned against the porch wall to face her. She was eyeing him with a certain contempt reserved for the lowest scum on the earth. He stood.
"Where are you going?" his mother asked.
"I'm leaving." He trudged for the door.
"Why the question?"
"Because I deserve to know why you taught me to hate these people--people I've never met until recently. I want to know why you did that!" He noticed he was yelling so he took a breath and held up a hand.
"You met the Roddicks? Where? What did they say to you?"
"I am working on a project for Kenneth Roddick, mom."
"How dare you!"
"How dare I? The bills aren't going to pay themselves mom!"
"I'd rather starve!"
Clifton bowed his head. "See? That's the difference between you and I. I don't always let my pride run my life. If you're not going to tell me why then I should go before we say something we'll both regret."
"Cliff...."
But he couldn't stand there any longer. Kenneth kissed him and his whole world swirled around him like a beautiful array of light. Ever sweet taste of his tongue flowing over is to the fingers at the back of his head felt like hot perfection. He'd never been kissed like that or even felt half of what Kenneth sent through him with just one look of those piercing eyes. But how would he tell his mother he was sleeping with the enemy? He wasn't even sure why she hated them so much and her stubborn self wouldn't tell him why.
As an adult he should be able to make up his own mind but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Clifton?"
Clifton looked. He shook his head to realise he was parked out front of the Boat, a small diner in the town. He smiled at Melvin, took a breath and climbed from the car.
"Hey. Didn't think you were coming tonight since you work tomorrow," Melvin hugged him. "What's going on? You don't look so good."
"My mom and I just had an argument," Clifton explained as they walked into the diner. A tiny bell jangled above them and that sound irritated Clifton more than it should. He fell into a corner booth with his friend across from him.
"What about?"
"The Roddicks. I have no fucking clue why she hates them so much and the last thing I want to do is hurt her. How do I tell her Kenneth and I kissed?"
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me," Clifton muttered.
The waitress took their orders and when she left, Melvin reached in to take one of Clifton's hand. "Listen, I will ask around. Maybe my mom knows why your mom is so up in arms about the Roddicks. But you know it will probably be what was in the rumor mill at the time."
"Probably but it would be a start."
"Okay. I'll ask her tomorrow. I have to take her for her regular check up with Doc Sanchez."
"Thanks man. This is so...ugh."
"So tell me about this kiss? Was it wet, and grose and sloppy and ick?"
Clifton laughed. "None of the above."
"You can't be this upset over your mother..."
"No. I'm this upset because Kenneth kissed me and I want it to happen again."
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
[Castle in the Sky - 10] Aftershock
"Okay, so how did lunch go?" Eric questioned.
Kenneth closed the book he'd been reading and took a breath. He truly had to think of the answer to that question for he wasn't sure himself. After the kiss, lunch went by too fast. They talked about less explosive subjects other than what was truly crackling in the air between them and eventually Clifton went back to work until he left for the day when he wanted the plaster to dry. Kenneth was left, body tingling, cock hard and going crazy.
"I'm not sure."
"You're not sure? How can you not be sure? What happened? Tell me everything--don't leave anything out."
"We kissed."
Eric beamed and drew closer. "And?"
"That's just it. We kissed. I felt something--something that told me I was doing the right thing and after he was nicer, sweeter. After our lips parted he was the man I always knew he was."
"But?"
"But I know him--at least I think I do. He's going to go home and pull the whole thing apart and analyze it. Then he's going to come back tomorrow and he's going to be the same old Clifton he always was."
"How do you know that? He had to have wanted the kiss too, right?"
Kenneth said nothing. He placed the book beside him and rose to stand by the window. After he folded his arms over his chest, he tried deciding if he was going to keep going after a man who was so hell bent on running away. But he's loved Clifton ever since they were younger.
"I guess I'll wait and see what tomorrow holds," Kenneth spoke finally. "I'm not sure what to do next. I keep getting this feeling in the pit of my stomach and it scares me."
"Well, have you thought of what you're going to do once you do get to the point where you see it isn't going to happen--if it comes to that?"
Kenneth took a breath. "No--not until just now. I'd have to walk away. Life would go on. But after the lunch we've had, I want to be optimistic--I want to believe he can want me like I want him. I mean, you don't kiss a man the way he kissed me and not feel anything."
"That is true too. Okay, let me make you some dinner and we should call Jarrod and see how he's doing."
"Sure. Why not. Maybe I should talk to Jarrod about this--get his perspective on this too. I mean, he's young. He should have something fresh."
"Is that your way of saying I'm old?"
Kenneth laughed. "No. You're like--fine wine."
Eric chuckled adn dragged his fingers through his hair. "Yeah? Then how comes sometimes I feel like stale milk?"
Kenneth closed the book he'd been reading and took a breath. He truly had to think of the answer to that question for he wasn't sure himself. After the kiss, lunch went by too fast. They talked about less explosive subjects other than what was truly crackling in the air between them and eventually Clifton went back to work until he left for the day when he wanted the plaster to dry. Kenneth was left, body tingling, cock hard and going crazy.
"I'm not sure."
"You're not sure? How can you not be sure? What happened? Tell me everything--don't leave anything out."
"We kissed."
Eric beamed and drew closer. "And?"
"That's just it. We kissed. I felt something--something that told me I was doing the right thing and after he was nicer, sweeter. After our lips parted he was the man I always knew he was."
"But?"
"But I know him--at least I think I do. He's going to go home and pull the whole thing apart and analyze it. Then he's going to come back tomorrow and he's going to be the same old Clifton he always was."
"How do you know that? He had to have wanted the kiss too, right?"
Kenneth said nothing. He placed the book beside him and rose to stand by the window. After he folded his arms over his chest, he tried deciding if he was going to keep going after a man who was so hell bent on running away. But he's loved Clifton ever since they were younger.
"I guess I'll wait and see what tomorrow holds," Kenneth spoke finally. "I'm not sure what to do next. I keep getting this feeling in the pit of my stomach and it scares me."
"Well, have you thought of what you're going to do once you do get to the point where you see it isn't going to happen--if it comes to that?"
Kenneth took a breath. "No--not until just now. I'd have to walk away. Life would go on. But after the lunch we've had, I want to be optimistic--I want to believe he can want me like I want him. I mean, you don't kiss a man the way he kissed me and not feel anything."
"That is true too. Okay, let me make you some dinner and we should call Jarrod and see how he's doing."
"Sure. Why not. Maybe I should talk to Jarrod about this--get his perspective on this too. I mean, he's young. He should have something fresh."
"Is that your way of saying I'm old?"
Kenneth laughed. "No. You're like--fine wine."
Eric chuckled adn dragged his fingers through his hair. "Yeah? Then how comes sometimes I feel like stale milk?"
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
[Castle in the Sky - 9] This Kiss
Cliff wasn't sure what came over him or why he even did what he did. Touching Kenneth was such a bad idea he was left stunned at the overwhelming sensation of it. Still he smiled and allowed his hand to fall back to focus on eating.
"Okay so now we fall back into the awkwardness between us."
Clifton smiled. "For now, it's just lunch. I thought we were just going to do a little bit of dancing around the idea of you and I."
"Is that what you want?"
"Well, I don't know. I've never had a man go out of his way to woo me or anything before."
Kenneth stuffed a piece of cheese into his mouth. He chewed with a thoughtful look on his face for a moment before saying anything. "So let me ask you this. Do you think you could see yourself with me? Forget whatever it is that makes you look at me like I punched your baby."
Clifton laughed. "Punched my baby? I've never heard it put like that before. But okay. I can see myself with just about anyone. I just--I don't know what to expect with you and if I let myself go there I will have to face my mother with whatever demons she has in her closet with your family and I don't know if I could break her heart like that."
"I see. Do you think I'm sexy?"
"That's beside the point."
"No it's not. Everything that leads to love starts with an attraction. If you don't like what you see then your heart won't go any further if you don't feel something there. So, do you think I'm sexy."
Clifton remained silent, chewing. He went over what Kenneth said in his head but couldn't even believe he was even thinking about this. But the truth was Kenneth was partially right and the other thing he thought about was his mother can't just tell him to stay away and not say why. She hasn't been able to give him a good reason why he should carry on a hatred for a family who probably didn't know they existed. His body wanted Kenneth and if he would just let himself go there, he could be so happy--if only for a moment.
"I think you're sexy--I saw you partially naked, remember?" Clifton admitted. "I still don't think that's so important."
"Could you see me in your bed?"
"Now there's a question that means something."
Kenneth chuckled. "I'm asking you this because right now I want you to kiss me and I was trying desperately to work my way up to it."
Clifton eased closer to Kenneth against his better judgment. He caught his host behind the neck and drew even closer. Their lips collided and without thinking, Clifton shoved his tongue out in search for Kenneth's. When they finally met, A spark he didn't want to end, ever shot through his core, dancing down his spine and hardening his cock. Kenneth moaned and Clifton pulled back.
"Damn," Kenneth panted softly. "Do that again."
"No--bad idea. Let's just finish lunch."
Kenneth said nothing and when Clifton looked up, his host was smiling.
"What's so funny?" Clifton asked.
"I've tasted you now, Clifton. There's no turning back after that."
"Okay so now we fall back into the awkwardness between us."
Clifton smiled. "For now, it's just lunch. I thought we were just going to do a little bit of dancing around the idea of you and I."
"Is that what you want?"
"Well, I don't know. I've never had a man go out of his way to woo me or anything before."
Kenneth stuffed a piece of cheese into his mouth. He chewed with a thoughtful look on his face for a moment before saying anything. "So let me ask you this. Do you think you could see yourself with me? Forget whatever it is that makes you look at me like I punched your baby."
Clifton laughed. "Punched my baby? I've never heard it put like that before. But okay. I can see myself with just about anyone. I just--I don't know what to expect with you and if I let myself go there I will have to face my mother with whatever demons she has in her closet with your family and I don't know if I could break her heart like that."
"I see. Do you think I'm sexy?"
"That's beside the point."
"No it's not. Everything that leads to love starts with an attraction. If you don't like what you see then your heart won't go any further if you don't feel something there. So, do you think I'm sexy."
Clifton remained silent, chewing. He went over what Kenneth said in his head but couldn't even believe he was even thinking about this. But the truth was Kenneth was partially right and the other thing he thought about was his mother can't just tell him to stay away and not say why. She hasn't been able to give him a good reason why he should carry on a hatred for a family who probably didn't know they existed. His body wanted Kenneth and if he would just let himself go there, he could be so happy--if only for a moment.
"I think you're sexy--I saw you partially naked, remember?" Clifton admitted. "I still don't think that's so important."
"Could you see me in your bed?"
"Now there's a question that means something."
Kenneth chuckled. "I'm asking you this because right now I want you to kiss me and I was trying desperately to work my way up to it."
Clifton eased closer to Kenneth against his better judgment. He caught his host behind the neck and drew even closer. Their lips collided and without thinking, Clifton shoved his tongue out in search for Kenneth's. When they finally met, A spark he didn't want to end, ever shot through his core, dancing down his spine and hardening his cock. Kenneth moaned and Clifton pulled back.
"Damn," Kenneth panted softly. "Do that again."
"No--bad idea. Let's just finish lunch."
Kenneth said nothing and when Clifton looked up, his host was smiling.
"What's so funny?" Clifton asked.
"I've tasted you now, Clifton. There's no turning back after that."
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
[Castle in the Sky - 8] Don't Be Sad....
Kenneth managed to balance everything in a mad dash to the front door. He slipped the packet of croutons between his lips to free up his fingers to unlock the front door. Then using his foot to push the door open, he toddled through and was relieved to put everything down in a heap on the counter. After closing the door, he plugged his cell phone in to charge and then washed his hands and used the bathroom. The last thing he wanted to do was let anything interfere with this moment between them. For an instant, he stood before his loot from the stores at a complete loss.
"Come on, Kenny. Get it together."
With a deep breath, he set about cutting up some fruits into a large, glass bowl. Next to come was some potato chips along with other finger foods then finally the sandwiches. He knew taking the food into the room where Clifton was working was not a good idea, especially with all the dust flying around in there so he took a breath, rinse his hands then hurried through the house to find his guest. He located Clifton busy sanding a piece of wood. Once the sander went off he cleared his throat.
"Lunch is read," he explained when Clifton looked around. "I figured I'd wait until you put down the tool."
Clifton chuckled pushing the goggles from his eyes. "Let me wash up first?"
"Yeah. Sure. It's set up in the kitchen when you're coming."
Taking in Clifton's eyes for a little bit longer than he probably should, Kenneth hurried back to the kitchen and proceeded to pace. He couldn't let Clifton see him being so nervous--could he? No. Clifton wasn't the kind of man that loves tame or shy. Tilted his head to one side then the next, he snagged a piece of honeydew melon from the fruit bowl and popped it into his mouth. The heavy rise and fall of footsteps in the hall told him his guest was coming. Leaning against the counter, he tried his best to look as nonchelant as he could--unworried and calm.
Then the beautiful man he's been trying to woo appeared in the doorway, and his heart did a lurch then raced. Licking his lips he enjoyed the smile to appear on Clifton's face. "Lunch is served."
Clifton chuckled. "Wow. You were not kidding."
"Too much?"
"A little bit." Clifton stepped forward and snagged a piece of melon from the fruit bowl. Kenneth loved the way the fruit moistened his big, lush lips. "I could eat this for years."
"So I did pick the right fruits."
"Partially--you're missing the strawberries."
Kenneth chuckled. "Please, have a seat, help yourself."
Clifton sat on the stool and accepted the plate Kenneth held out to him. Their fingers brushed softly and he quickly looked away before Clifton could see his eyes. Still, he tried focusing on having conversations that wouldn't lead to them both getting stubborn at each other again.
"This is delicious," Clifton admitted.
"It's my favorite. I used to sneak away from school to head down to that deli--a lot."
"Confession, Kenneth is good for the soul."
"I would confess a lot more things to you, Clifton but I dare say there are laws against them if you were to file a complaint."
"That didn't stop you earlier."
Kenneth held his gaze for a moment then smiled and looked away to pour them each a glass of juice. He wanted to do wine but didn't think Clifton should be drinking then operating power tools. After he took a sip he felt strong enough to speak. "Well, I 'm sure it's not a confession anymore since you already know."
"What?"
"That I want you. I pretty much said as much when I asked you to lunch. I'm only playing this game until you come around to the fact that perhaps you're as curious about me as I am about you."
"And what if I said I knew all there was to know about you?"
"No offence but I'd say you're full of shit. You know me as Kenneth Roderick. Deceased parents, two brothers, more money than anyone has a god given right to have. That's all you know. When the cameras go off, and the gates are closed, at nights when its silent enough in this large building to hear the ghosts of my grand parents roaming the hall, you don't know me at all."
Clifton nodded and placed his half eaten sandwich down. "Fair enough."
"Since I have you in a giving mood," Kenneth said, softly. "I'm not sure what my family has done to you or your family, and lord knows my brothers and I have taken a lot of flack for crap my parents pulled in this town. But none of them hurt me as you have."
"Really? And why am I so special?"
"I don't know. I'm intrigued by you. What you think of me matters and the more I think about it the worse it gets. I don't expect anything from you--I just..."
"Need to know..." Clifton's voice cracked softly. "I'm not a hard man to get to know, Kenneth. You're right--your parents did something to my mother that she won't speak off. Growing up there has been a hatred in my house for yours that I don't understand. Now, as an adult I know its wrong to hate the children for the parent's crimes but I can't help it...I shouldn't say hate. I'm sorry."
"It's alright."
"You cringed."
"I know, Clifton."
They slipped into a slow, uncomfortable silence until Clifton reached over and touched Kenneth cheek with a caloused finger. His touch was soft, almost as if it didn't happen. Kenneth turned his face, pressing it into Clifton's hand.
"Don't be sad..."
"Cliff...."
"Come on, Kenny. Get it together."
With a deep breath, he set about cutting up some fruits into a large, glass bowl. Next to come was some potato chips along with other finger foods then finally the sandwiches. He knew taking the food into the room where Clifton was working was not a good idea, especially with all the dust flying around in there so he took a breath, rinse his hands then hurried through the house to find his guest. He located Clifton busy sanding a piece of wood. Once the sander went off he cleared his throat.
"Lunch is read," he explained when Clifton looked around. "I figured I'd wait until you put down the tool."
Clifton chuckled pushing the goggles from his eyes. "Let me wash up first?"
"Yeah. Sure. It's set up in the kitchen when you're coming."
Taking in Clifton's eyes for a little bit longer than he probably should, Kenneth hurried back to the kitchen and proceeded to pace. He couldn't let Clifton see him being so nervous--could he? No. Clifton wasn't the kind of man that loves tame or shy. Tilted his head to one side then the next, he snagged a piece of honeydew melon from the fruit bowl and popped it into his mouth. The heavy rise and fall of footsteps in the hall told him his guest was coming. Leaning against the counter, he tried his best to look as nonchelant as he could--unworried and calm.
Then the beautiful man he's been trying to woo appeared in the doorway, and his heart did a lurch then raced. Licking his lips he enjoyed the smile to appear on Clifton's face. "Lunch is served."
Clifton chuckled. "Wow. You were not kidding."
"Too much?"
"A little bit." Clifton stepped forward and snagged a piece of melon from the fruit bowl. Kenneth loved the way the fruit moistened his big, lush lips. "I could eat this for years."
"So I did pick the right fruits."
"Partially--you're missing the strawberries."
Kenneth chuckled. "Please, have a seat, help yourself."
Clifton sat on the stool and accepted the plate Kenneth held out to him. Their fingers brushed softly and he quickly looked away before Clifton could see his eyes. Still, he tried focusing on having conversations that wouldn't lead to them both getting stubborn at each other again.
"This is delicious," Clifton admitted.
"It's my favorite. I used to sneak away from school to head down to that deli--a lot."
"Confession, Kenneth is good for the soul."
"I would confess a lot more things to you, Clifton but I dare say there are laws against them if you were to file a complaint."
"That didn't stop you earlier."
Kenneth held his gaze for a moment then smiled and looked away to pour them each a glass of juice. He wanted to do wine but didn't think Clifton should be drinking then operating power tools. After he took a sip he felt strong enough to speak. "Well, I 'm sure it's not a confession anymore since you already know."
"What?"
"That I want you. I pretty much said as much when I asked you to lunch. I'm only playing this game until you come around to the fact that perhaps you're as curious about me as I am about you."
"And what if I said I knew all there was to know about you?"
"No offence but I'd say you're full of shit. You know me as Kenneth Roderick. Deceased parents, two brothers, more money than anyone has a god given right to have. That's all you know. When the cameras go off, and the gates are closed, at nights when its silent enough in this large building to hear the ghosts of my grand parents roaming the hall, you don't know me at all."
Clifton nodded and placed his half eaten sandwich down. "Fair enough."
"Since I have you in a giving mood," Kenneth said, softly. "I'm not sure what my family has done to you or your family, and lord knows my brothers and I have taken a lot of flack for crap my parents pulled in this town. But none of them hurt me as you have."
"Really? And why am I so special?"
"I don't know. I'm intrigued by you. What you think of me matters and the more I think about it the worse it gets. I don't expect anything from you--I just..."
"Need to know..." Clifton's voice cracked softly. "I'm not a hard man to get to know, Kenneth. You're right--your parents did something to my mother that she won't speak off. Growing up there has been a hatred in my house for yours that I don't understand. Now, as an adult I know its wrong to hate the children for the parent's crimes but I can't help it...I shouldn't say hate. I'm sorry."
"It's alright."
"You cringed."
"I know, Clifton."
They slipped into a slow, uncomfortable silence until Clifton reached over and touched Kenneth cheek with a caloused finger. His touch was soft, almost as if it didn't happen. Kenneth turned his face, pressing it into Clifton's hand.
"Don't be sad..."
"Cliff...."
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
[Castle in the Sky 7] In the Gutter
The saying should be idle minds are the devil's playground for the moment Clifton stopped working due to his aching shoulders, his mind slipped to Kenneth, naked and pulsing in his hands. He bowed his head in shame. Where did that thought even come from? Just because he saw the man naked--correction, in a towel--covered in suds he so desperately wanted to lick off, especially the one that was over Kenneth right nipple, didn't mean he had a right to be thinking like he was.
Every free moment he got turned into a red light special inside his head and after fighting it for so long, Clifton indulged, letting the warmth of the thought of holding Kenneth down to his bed and taking him hard and fast from behind carry him to the pulsing of their bodies against each other. He pressed his back to the wall, placed the level he'd been using between his outstretched legs and stared down at the front of his pants where his dick was busy swelling under the thought. Rubbing a gloved hand over the bulge, he moaned, focusing on the thought of Kenneth, fully naked with those eyes of light staring through him.
This reaction wasn't something he expected or needed. He couldn't allow himself to betray his mother any more than he already had by working for a Roddick. But now his body was burning in ways that left him gasping, unable to breathe and wanting. The only way he knew to put that flame out was to let Kenneth seduce him, then plunged his ready cock so deep into Kenneth, he- Clifton- would cease to exist for that moment. To make matters worse, Clifton hadn't bottomed for anyone in almost ten years--he didn't trust anyone like that. So when he wondered what it would be like to assume the position, bracing his palms into the wall, back arched and ass out for Kenneth's plundering he felt he had no control left.
"This is fucking crazy," Clifton muttered. "So I saw the man half naked. I see that all the time. Why is he so different?"
But the answer was simple. Kenneth was forbidden. Bedding a Roddick was an un-written no-no and he knew full well. The way Kenneth approached him and told him precisely what he was after was another tun-on for Clifton. At that moment, being so closed, trapped in the doorway with his boss he wanted to just bend forward and suck those lush lips into his mouth.
Rising, he walked across the dusty room and peered out the window to the large front yard. A car was pulling on the driveway. Tilting his head, he watched until Kenneth climbed out and opened the back door of the vehicle.
He could enjoy fucking Kenneth and what a good fuck it could be....
Every free moment he got turned into a red light special inside his head and after fighting it for so long, Clifton indulged, letting the warmth of the thought of holding Kenneth down to his bed and taking him hard and fast from behind carry him to the pulsing of their bodies against each other. He pressed his back to the wall, placed the level he'd been using between his outstretched legs and stared down at the front of his pants where his dick was busy swelling under the thought. Rubbing a gloved hand over the bulge, he moaned, focusing on the thought of Kenneth, fully naked with those eyes of light staring through him.
This reaction wasn't something he expected or needed. He couldn't allow himself to betray his mother any more than he already had by working for a Roddick. But now his body was burning in ways that left him gasping, unable to breathe and wanting. The only way he knew to put that flame out was to let Kenneth seduce him, then plunged his ready cock so deep into Kenneth, he- Clifton- would cease to exist for that moment. To make matters worse, Clifton hadn't bottomed for anyone in almost ten years--he didn't trust anyone like that. So when he wondered what it would be like to assume the position, bracing his palms into the wall, back arched and ass out for Kenneth's plundering he felt he had no control left.
"This is fucking crazy," Clifton muttered. "So I saw the man half naked. I see that all the time. Why is he so different?"
But the answer was simple. Kenneth was forbidden. Bedding a Roddick was an un-written no-no and he knew full well. The way Kenneth approached him and told him precisely what he was after was another tun-on for Clifton. At that moment, being so closed, trapped in the doorway with his boss he wanted to just bend forward and suck those lush lips into his mouth.
Rising, he walked across the dusty room and peered out the window to the large front yard. A car was pulling on the driveway. Tilting his head, he watched until Kenneth climbed out and opened the back door of the vehicle.
He could enjoy fucking Kenneth and what a good fuck it could be....
[Castle in the Sky - 10] A Mother's Words
Clifton sat on his mother's porch and watched her sip from a glass of lemonade. The sun shone a little less now for the night was coming. Turning so his back was to her and his eyes to the beach off in the distance, he wondered what she would say if he told her he'd kissed Kenneth--that he'd tasted this man she hated so desperately and yearned for more than just the mere mingling of tongues?
He couldn't tell her. She'd surely die.
Bowing his head, his heart slammed into his chest painfully. The wind picked up a little and he could smell the saltiness from the beach.
"What's the matter Cliff?" his mother's voice was soft.
"Mom...I have a question. And you can't get mad about it and if you don't want to answer it just say so."
"Okay."
"Why do you hate the Roddicks so much?"
Silence. For a long moment she said nothing and after a bit, Clifton realised he wasn't breathing and took a breath. His head spun slightly and a slight anger pulsed through his veins like a crowd, waiting outside a really flimsy fence, shaking it, biding their time. He turned against the porch wall to face her. She was eyeing him with a certain contempt reserved for the lowest scum on the earth. He stood.
"Where are you going?" his mother asked.
"I'm leaving." He trudged for the door.
"Why the question?"
"Because I deserve to know why you taught me to hate these people--people I've never met until recently. I want to know why you did that!" He noticed he was yelling so he took a breath and held up a hand.
"You met the Roddicks? Where? What did they say to you?"
"I am working on a project for Kenneth Roddick, mom."
"How dare you!"
"How dare I? The bills aren't going to pay themselves mom!"
"I'd rather starve!"
Clifton bowed his head. "See? That's the difference between you and I. I don't always let my pride run my life. If you're not going to tell me why then I should go before we say something we'll both regret."
"Cliff...."
But he couldn't stand there any longer. Kenneth kissed him and his whole world swirled around him like a beautiful array of light. Ever sweet taste of his tongue flowing over is to the fingers at the back of his head felt like hot perfection. He'd never been kissed like that or even felt half of what Kenneth sent through him with just one look of those piercing eyes. But how would he tell his mother he was sleeping with the enemy? He wasn't even sure why she hated them so much and her stubborn self wouldn't tell him why.
As an adult he should be able to make up his own mind but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Clifton?"
Clifton looked. He shook his head to realise he was parked out front of the Boat, a small diner in the town. He smiled at Melvin, took a breath and climbed from the car.
"Hey. Didn't think you were coming tonight since you work tomorrow," Melvin hugged him. "What's going on? You don't look so good."
"My mom and I just had an argument," Clifton explained as they walked into the diner. A tiny bell jangled above them and that sound irritated Clifton more than it should. He fell into a corner booth with his friend across from him.
"What about?"
"The Roddicks. I have no fucking clue why she hates them so much and the last thing I want to do is hurt her. How do I tell her Kenneth and I kissed?"
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me," Clifton muttered.
The waitress took their orders and when she left, Melvin reached in to take one of Clifton's hand. "Listen, I will ask around. Maybe my mom knows why your mom is so up in arms about the Roddicks. But you know it will probably be what was in the rumor mill at the time."
"Probably but it would be a start."
"Okay. I'll ask her tomorrow. I have to take her for her regular check up with Doc Sanchez."
"Thanks man. This is so...ugh."
"So tell me about this kiss? Was it wet, and grose and sloppy and ick?"
Clifton laughed. "None of the above."
"You can't be this upset over your mother..."
"No. I'm this upset because Kenneth kissed me and I want it to happen again."
He couldn't tell her. She'd surely die.
Bowing his head, his heart slammed into his chest painfully. The wind picked up a little and he could smell the saltiness from the beach.
"What's the matter Cliff?" his mother's voice was soft.
"Mom...I have a question. And you can't get mad about it and if you don't want to answer it just say so."
"Okay."
"Why do you hate the Roddicks so much?"
Silence. For a long moment she said nothing and after a bit, Clifton realised he wasn't breathing and took a breath. His head spun slightly and a slight anger pulsed through his veins like a crowd, waiting outside a really flimsy fence, shaking it, biding their time. He turned against the porch wall to face her. She was eyeing him with a certain contempt reserved for the lowest scum on the earth. He stood.
"Where are you going?" his mother asked.
"I'm leaving." He trudged for the door.
"Why the question?"
"Because I deserve to know why you taught me to hate these people--people I've never met until recently. I want to know why you did that!" He noticed he was yelling so he took a breath and held up a hand.
"You met the Roddicks? Where? What did they say to you?"
"I am working on a project for Kenneth Roddick, mom."
"How dare you!"
"How dare I? The bills aren't going to pay themselves mom!"
"I'd rather starve!"
Clifton bowed his head. "See? That's the difference between you and I. I don't always let my pride run my life. If you're not going to tell me why then I should go before we say something we'll both regret."
"Cliff...."
But he couldn't stand there any longer. Kenneth kissed him and his whole world swirled around him like a beautiful array of light. Ever sweet taste of his tongue flowing over is to the fingers at the back of his head felt like hot perfection. He'd never been kissed like that or even felt half of what Kenneth sent through him with just one look of those piercing eyes. But how would he tell his mother he was sleeping with the enemy? He wasn't even sure why she hated them so much and her stubborn self wouldn't tell him why.
As an adult he should be able to make up his own mind but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
"Clifton?"
Clifton looked. He shook his head to realise he was parked out front of the Boat, a small diner in the town. He smiled at Melvin, took a breath and climbed from the car.
"Hey. Didn't think you were coming tonight since you work tomorrow," Melvin hugged him. "What's going on? You don't look so good."
"My mom and I just had an argument," Clifton explained as they walked into the diner. A tiny bell jangled above them and that sound irritated Clifton more than it should. He fell into a corner booth with his friend across from him.
"What about?"
"The Roddicks. I have no fucking clue why she hates them so much and the last thing I want to do is hurt her. How do I tell her Kenneth and I kissed?"
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me," Clifton muttered.
The waitress took their orders and when she left, Melvin reached in to take one of Clifton's hand. "Listen, I will ask around. Maybe my mom knows why your mom is so up in arms about the Roddicks. But you know it will probably be what was in the rumor mill at the time."
"Probably but it would be a start."
"Okay. I'll ask her tomorrow. I have to take her for her regular check up with Doc Sanchez."
"Thanks man. This is so...ugh."
"So tell me about this kiss? Was it wet, and grose and sloppy and ick?"
Clifton laughed. "None of the above."
"You can't be this upset over your mother..."
"No. I'm this upset because Kenneth kissed me and I want it to happen again."
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
[Castle in the Sky 6] Let the Games Begin
Kenneth returned to his shower and after letting the water run a little to warm up, he stepped into the tub and rinse the dried suds from his body. He was breathing kind of hard because what he just did took something out of him. He asn't accustomed to being so forward with a man but Clifton just had a way of bringing that out in him. There was no figuring out what just happened, Kenneth knew that so he pulled himself together as best he could, finished his shower. If he was going to make lunch he would have to run his errands almost at the speed of light.
He dressed in a pair of jeans and a graphic shirt and grabbed a few things before hurrying from the house. His first stop was to put in an order at the local diner. He wasn't sure what to get so he ordered Reuben Sandwiches, sliced fruits, two bottles of homemade orange juice. Everything else was probably in the fridge at home. Second stop was to his brother Eric.
"I brought you coffee." He handed the older Roddick a cup from the diner.
"Thanks. I didn't expect you today. You alright?"
Kenneth slid his body into the seat and inhaled. "I don't know. I could be making a big ass out of myself and for some reason I just can't stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Stop this thing I'm doing with Clifton."
"The last time we talked, you weren't doing anything. What's changed?"
Kenneth leaned forward, placed his coffee on the desk and met his brother's intense stare. "I told Kenneth. I cornered him and told him I want him and wasn't going to stop at anything until that happened."
Eric went silent then laughter rippled from his lips. "Wait...what?"
Kenneth frowned. "It's not funny."
"Let me get this straight," Eric said, sitting beside Kenneth. "You just walked up to this man, who apparently dislikes you and said I want you in the worse possible way and I'm not going to stop until you're in my bed--what'd you think of that!"
"Pretty much. Stupid, right?"
"Whoa! Kenny boy! My man!" Eric grinnned.
"You're not helping!"
"Of course I am. I'm encouraging my brother to go for what he wants. Look, the honest truth, right?"
Kenneth nodded.
"So let's be honest. I've seen the men you dated. They are all high society types, wealthy types and they throw themselves at you because they're greedy and want your money, your body and your looks on their arms. This man is doing everything in his power to get away from you--he doesn't make millions a year and he wants nothing to do with you so he doesn't want your money or your body."
"Don't stop there--tell me how you really feel."
Eric winced. "That came out wrong. Let me try again. He doesn't want your money so if you manage to take him out on a date and he sees the real you he can fall for that and you'll know its real."
Kenneth nodded. "He agreed to lunch with me today."
"That's a step in the right direction. So why are you here talking to me? Shouldn't you be preparing?"
"I am. I ordered lunch and will pick it up on my way home again. I just needed my brother right now because it dawned on me, this man could be it. He could be the end of my search."
Eric nodded in agreement. "So, take it slow. Think before you speak. Don't throw the money around because he obviously doesn't need it."
Kenneth inhaled, hugged his brother and after a few other quick words of encouragement from Eric, he was out the door and speeding toward his next errand.
He dressed in a pair of jeans and a graphic shirt and grabbed a few things before hurrying from the house. His first stop was to put in an order at the local diner. He wasn't sure what to get so he ordered Reuben Sandwiches, sliced fruits, two bottles of homemade orange juice. Everything else was probably in the fridge at home. Second stop was to his brother Eric.
"I brought you coffee." He handed the older Roddick a cup from the diner.
"Thanks. I didn't expect you today. You alright?"
Kenneth slid his body into the seat and inhaled. "I don't know. I could be making a big ass out of myself and for some reason I just can't stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Stop this thing I'm doing with Clifton."
"The last time we talked, you weren't doing anything. What's changed?"
Kenneth leaned forward, placed his coffee on the desk and met his brother's intense stare. "I told Kenneth. I cornered him and told him I want him and wasn't going to stop at anything until that happened."
Eric went silent then laughter rippled from his lips. "Wait...what?"
Kenneth frowned. "It's not funny."
"Let me get this straight," Eric said, sitting beside Kenneth. "You just walked up to this man, who apparently dislikes you and said I want you in the worse possible way and I'm not going to stop until you're in my bed--what'd you think of that!"
"Pretty much. Stupid, right?"
"Whoa! Kenny boy! My man!" Eric grinnned.
"You're not helping!"
"Of course I am. I'm encouraging my brother to go for what he wants. Look, the honest truth, right?"
Kenneth nodded.
"So let's be honest. I've seen the men you dated. They are all high society types, wealthy types and they throw themselves at you because they're greedy and want your money, your body and your looks on their arms. This man is doing everything in his power to get away from you--he doesn't make millions a year and he wants nothing to do with you so he doesn't want your money or your body."
"Don't stop there--tell me how you really feel."
Eric winced. "That came out wrong. Let me try again. He doesn't want your money so if you manage to take him out on a date and he sees the real you he can fall for that and you'll know its real."
Kenneth nodded. "He agreed to lunch with me today."
"That's a step in the right direction. So why are you here talking to me? Shouldn't you be preparing?"
"I am. I ordered lunch and will pick it up on my way home again. I just needed my brother right now because it dawned on me, this man could be it. He could be the end of my search."
Eric nodded in agreement. "So, take it slow. Think before you speak. Don't throw the money around because he obviously doesn't need it."
Kenneth inhaled, hugged his brother and after a few other quick words of encouragement from Eric, he was out the door and speeding toward his next errand.
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
[Castle in the Sky - 5] Coming to An Understanding
Clifton muttered under his breath as he stared at the blue print on the floor. He followed the waterline all the way to the basement of the large house and inspected it carefully. Grabbing his tools, he tried to walk by Kenneth but the soap covered man was blocking his way from the room.
"You're in the way," Clifton frowned.
"I know that," Kenneth's voice was slow his breath flowing over Clifton neck as softly as a caress. "I need to say something to you."
Clifton inhaled and looked up at the ceiling trying desperately to settle his rappidly pounding heart. Kenneth was too close. The scent of his bodywash left Clifton dizzy and throbbing in all the right places--or wrong places. He prayed for sanity and control. And just in case the fates weren't listening, he braced a hand into the wall opposite Kenneth's head.
"I don't know why you dislike me so much," Kenneth spoke. "And I don't particularly care anymore. We've tried it the old way, now let's try it this way. I want you, Clifton."
"Yeah right."
"I do. And I really didn't want to be so crude about it but you've been acting like my wanting you is such a horrible thing."
"I could quit."
Kenneth smiled, a beautiful light broke his eyes and spread his face. "Yeah, you could. But you won't."
"What makes you think that?" Clifton lowered his head just the few inches it took to bring his lips to Kenneth's left ear.
"You're a man, Clifton. You're curious as to the lengths I would go to in order to get you into my bed. Tell me I'm wrong."
Muttering under his breath, Clifton eased by Kenneth then and made his way down the corridor and a winding staircase. He couldn't believe this man. Just because Kenneth had a conversation with Clifton's best friend it doesn't give Kenneththe right to act like he knew Clifton inside and out.
In the semi darkness of the basement he glanced down at his throbbing cock. "And what in the hell man," he spoke to it. "You're supposed to have my back but the sight of him shirtless, knowing he's wearing nothing under that towel but air makes you happpy? Gimme a break dude."
His penis merely twitched with delight. "Traitor."
He set to work on the water. The system was really quite elaborate. Turned out there was a knob that was thrown the wrong way. For the first time he wondered if Kenneth did it on purpose. Purhaps that was one of this little game. Kenneth was right though--Clifton was curious as to how far Kenneth would go to woo him as it were. Just the thought of that man build and tanned writhing under him made his dick do a little dance. "Un-frigging-believable."
Flipping the knob back in the direction it should be, he listened to the slight whoosh of water populating the pipes again. Once he was sure the water was back, he made his way back to the room where Kenneth was still standing, staring at the gaping hole in the wall.
"Your water is back, your highness," Clifton couldn't help himself.
Kenneth turned to eye him. "Can I offer you some breakfast?"
"I already ate."
"Lunch then..."
Clifton smiled. "You're serious."
"What gave it away?"
Nodding, Clifton inhaled. "Alright. Lunch. I'll have lunch with you."
"Good then. I'll be going out after my shower and I will be back for lunch."
With a final undressing with his eyes, Kenneth exited the room leaving Clifton to wonder what in the hell was that all about. Kenneth couldn't be serious. There was no way a Roddick could be remotely interested in a blue collar, working class guy.
All the same, this little game Kenneth wanted to play could be interesting.
"You're in the way," Clifton frowned.
"I know that," Kenneth's voice was slow his breath flowing over Clifton neck as softly as a caress. "I need to say something to you."
Clifton inhaled and looked up at the ceiling trying desperately to settle his rappidly pounding heart. Kenneth was too close. The scent of his bodywash left Clifton dizzy and throbbing in all the right places--or wrong places. He prayed for sanity and control. And just in case the fates weren't listening, he braced a hand into the wall opposite Kenneth's head.
"I don't know why you dislike me so much," Kenneth spoke. "And I don't particularly care anymore. We've tried it the old way, now let's try it this way. I want you, Clifton."
"Yeah right."
"I do. And I really didn't want to be so crude about it but you've been acting like my wanting you is such a horrible thing."
"I could quit."
Kenneth smiled, a beautiful light broke his eyes and spread his face. "Yeah, you could. But you won't."
"What makes you think that?" Clifton lowered his head just the few inches it took to bring his lips to Kenneth's left ear.
"You're a man, Clifton. You're curious as to the lengths I would go to in order to get you into my bed. Tell me I'm wrong."
Muttering under his breath, Clifton eased by Kenneth then and made his way down the corridor and a winding staircase. He couldn't believe this man. Just because Kenneth had a conversation with Clifton's best friend it doesn't give Kenneththe right to act like he knew Clifton inside and out.
In the semi darkness of the basement he glanced down at his throbbing cock. "And what in the hell man," he spoke to it. "You're supposed to have my back but the sight of him shirtless, knowing he's wearing nothing under that towel but air makes you happpy? Gimme a break dude."
His penis merely twitched with delight. "Traitor."
He set to work on the water. The system was really quite elaborate. Turned out there was a knob that was thrown the wrong way. For the first time he wondered if Kenneth did it on purpose. Purhaps that was one of this little game. Kenneth was right though--Clifton was curious as to how far Kenneth would go to woo him as it were. Just the thought of that man build and tanned writhing under him made his dick do a little dance. "Un-frigging-believable."
Flipping the knob back in the direction it should be, he listened to the slight whoosh of water populating the pipes again. Once he was sure the water was back, he made his way back to the room where Kenneth was still standing, staring at the gaping hole in the wall.
"Your water is back, your highness," Clifton couldn't help himself.
Kenneth turned to eye him. "Can I offer you some breakfast?"
"I already ate."
"Lunch then..."
Clifton smiled. "You're serious."
"What gave it away?"
Nodding, Clifton inhaled. "Alright. Lunch. I'll have lunch with you."
"Good then. I'll be going out after my shower and I will be back for lunch."
With a final undressing with his eyes, Kenneth exited the room leaving Clifton to wonder what in the hell was that all about. Kenneth couldn't be serious. There was no way a Roddick could be remotely interested in a blue collar, working class guy.
All the same, this little game Kenneth wanted to play could be interesting.
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
[Castle in the Sky - 4] Water Problem
Kenneth left the club right after Clifton's departure. This chase was beginning to take a toll on him. He climbed into the back seat of the Bentley and sat there, hand resting on the door-jab, fingers stroking his chin. What if Eric was wrong? What if there was no winning Clifton?
"Sir?"
"Yes Michael?"
"Where are we heading?"
Kenneth jerked up and looked around to see they were still in the parking lot at the club. He smiled. "Sorry. Home please."
"Alrighty."
The car began moving. The best thing for him to go was go home and try getting some work done since he was supposed to be on vacation. Going back into the office was out of the question. His secretary would just frown, give him that disapproving look she always did when he refused to take time off and make him feel like a mess. He chuckled and shook his head. Maybe a real vacation was called for--take some time off lounging on a beach somewhere with a beer and hot cabana boys.
Back in his home he sat in the partially demolished room trying to figure out what his next step was. It was beginning to dawn on him there was something else to this cat and mouse game he was trying to play with Clifton. Each time he entered a room with the sexy construction man it was as if Kenneth sucked all the air out of said room. But he couldn't give up. He knew for sure he could make Cliftn happy even if the hard headed Chocolate man didn't see it.
Late, he climbed the stairs to his bed and since he couldn't sleep anyways so he sat in his bed going over the history of a security firm he wanted to hire to over-haul the security infrastructure in his building. But soon that was too much for his exhausted body and the next thing he knew it was morning and he'd fallen asleep with a bunch of notes on his chest.
The sound of construction could be hearf faintly seeping beneath the door and he arched a brow and looked at the clock. He wasn't expecting Clifton on a Sunday but his heart didn't race any less at the thought of the man. Sticking his feet out of bed, he was going to say hellp but then noticed he was wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing at the club. He frowned. The last thing he wanted was for Cliftn to think he was some kind of all night party animal.
So he stopped took a breath and formed his plan. He would shower, shave then go down and see if his worker wanted anything, maybe a cup of coffee, a bagel...
Me?
Shaking his head he settled on the shower. Halfway through, body partially covered in suds the water went off. He smacked the wall. "Come on!" Kenneth shouted. Then it hit him--"damn it! Clifton!"
Stepping from the bath-tub he wrapped a towel around his hips and dry his feet on a different towel. He then trudged through the house, muttering under his breath every profanity he could possibly think of.
"What is going on with the water?" Kenneth demanded as he barged into the construction area.
"Good morning, Mr. Roddick. It's good to see you again," Clifton replied without looking up from his work.
"I'm not being funny, Clifton."
He looked up then and tilted his head. "I didn't touch your water. So perhaps your slaves forgot to pay the bill."
Kenneth swore softly again. Who in the hell....he stopped. He took a breath and folded his arms. "What the hell is your problem anyways? Would it kill you to be at least a little civil?"
"You were the one who barged in here, half naked ranting and raving like a lunatic."
"A luna...This is not working for me."
Clifton's eyes took on a hot, puddle like colour and he merely gave Kenneth a once over. It was the kind of once over that left Kenneth praying a tent didn't form with the towel and that his body would behave. It was the look that left him trembling, wanting to scream and touch himself right there before Clifton's eyes. It was the kind of once over that left him naked and vulnerable without actually removing the towel. A shock jerked down his spine and he sucked in some air.
"I-I should go. Can you try and figure out what happened to the water?....Please. I mean I can't walk around like this." Kenneth stressed his point by motioning to his sud covered chest. "Please?"
"Fine." Clifton cleared his throat and dropped the pliers he had in his hand to the floor.
"Sir?"
"Yes Michael?"
"Where are we heading?"
Kenneth jerked up and looked around to see they were still in the parking lot at the club. He smiled. "Sorry. Home please."
"Alrighty."
The car began moving. The best thing for him to go was go home and try getting some work done since he was supposed to be on vacation. Going back into the office was out of the question. His secretary would just frown, give him that disapproving look she always did when he refused to take time off and make him feel like a mess. He chuckled and shook his head. Maybe a real vacation was called for--take some time off lounging on a beach somewhere with a beer and hot cabana boys.
Back in his home he sat in the partially demolished room trying to figure out what his next step was. It was beginning to dawn on him there was something else to this cat and mouse game he was trying to play with Clifton. Each time he entered a room with the sexy construction man it was as if Kenneth sucked all the air out of said room. But he couldn't give up. He knew for sure he could make Cliftn happy even if the hard headed Chocolate man didn't see it.
Late, he climbed the stairs to his bed and since he couldn't sleep anyways so he sat in his bed going over the history of a security firm he wanted to hire to over-haul the security infrastructure in his building. But soon that was too much for his exhausted body and the next thing he knew it was morning and he'd fallen asleep with a bunch of notes on his chest.
The sound of construction could be hearf faintly seeping beneath the door and he arched a brow and looked at the clock. He wasn't expecting Clifton on a Sunday but his heart didn't race any less at the thought of the man. Sticking his feet out of bed, he was going to say hellp but then noticed he was wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing at the club. He frowned. The last thing he wanted was for Cliftn to think he was some kind of all night party animal.
So he stopped took a breath and formed his plan. He would shower, shave then go down and see if his worker wanted anything, maybe a cup of coffee, a bagel...
Me?
Shaking his head he settled on the shower. Halfway through, body partially covered in suds the water went off. He smacked the wall. "Come on!" Kenneth shouted. Then it hit him--"damn it! Clifton!"
Stepping from the bath-tub he wrapped a towel around his hips and dry his feet on a different towel. He then trudged through the house, muttering under his breath every profanity he could possibly think of.
"What is going on with the water?" Kenneth demanded as he barged into the construction area.
"Good morning, Mr. Roddick. It's good to see you again," Clifton replied without looking up from his work.
"I'm not being funny, Clifton."
He looked up then and tilted his head. "I didn't touch your water. So perhaps your slaves forgot to pay the bill."
Kenneth swore softly again. Who in the hell....he stopped. He took a breath and folded his arms. "What the hell is your problem anyways? Would it kill you to be at least a little civil?"
"You were the one who barged in here, half naked ranting and raving like a lunatic."
"A luna...This is not working for me."
Clifton's eyes took on a hot, puddle like colour and he merely gave Kenneth a once over. It was the kind of once over that left Kenneth praying a tent didn't form with the towel and that his body would behave. It was the look that left him trembling, wanting to scream and touch himself right there before Clifton's eyes. It was the kind of once over that left him naked and vulnerable without actually removing the towel. A shock jerked down his spine and he sucked in some air.
"I-I should go. Can you try and figure out what happened to the water?....Please. I mean I can't walk around like this." Kenneth stressed his point by motioning to his sud covered chest. "Please?"
"Fine." Clifton cleared his throat and dropped the pliers he had in his hand to the floor.
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
[Castle In the Sky - 3] Confrontation
The man standing on the stage with the microphone sounded like a persn who was barely awake trying to sing Shania Twain's That Don't Impress Me Much. Though Clifton would normally laugh, he wished someone would go up and tell the bad singer that don't impress us much. But Swain's the bar was an all inclusive kind of place--especially their open mic nights. Still he stared at the man on the stage with raging contempt.
“Why do you insist and come here on open nights?” Clifton questioned.
“What else were you going to stay home and do? Be bored to tears?” Melvin Jennings questioned. "Admit it, this is so much better than re-runs of Criminal Minds."
Clifton turned to eye his friend. “Ugh. I think my ears are going to bleed."
Melvin laughed. "You're being overly dramatic."
"Tell that to my ears when they start bleeding."
“What did your mother say when you told her about the job?”
Clifton lifted his beer to his lips and took a long swing. Melvin was changing the subject. He didn’t reply until after he put the bottle down, glanced over his shoulder at the cowboy singing quite off key on the stage then leaned over to reply. “She wasn’t happy.”
“But you’re still doing it.”
“Of course I’m still doing it. I'm an adult. Do you know how much my mortgage is? My mother is a lot of things but open minded about the Roddicks is not one of them. Just because she dislikes them doesn’t mean I can’t take a job there. Its not like am falling into bed with anyone of them.”
Melvin laughed. “True. Though Kenneth like his men thick, muscular and sexy as sin.”
“And I don’t fit any of those.”
“You fit thick, muscular and sexy as sin.”
Clifton laughed. “Right. And I’m the Easter Bunny.”
“Well, Mr. Easter Bunny, you’re right. The bills have to be paid or they come take the house and the car. I just don’t know why she don’t like them. In this town rumors travel and no one knows.”
Clifton sighed and the cowboy came off the stage. No one applauded but he wanted to. Bad singing was bad singing and that cowboy was horrid. Shaking his head he returned his gaze to his friend and took another drink. “I try not to think about it. And I thought tonight was for some fun. Stop talking about my mother hating my boss.”
“Okay. Then can we talk about why Kenneth Roddick stares at you like he thought you were going to be his next meal?”
“What are you talking about?” Clifton arched a brow. He drank from his bottle until he tasted foam then placed it on the table.
Melvin motioned with his head and Clifton turned. Instantly his mood changed. He reached out for the waiter now walking by him.
“Can I get another beer?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“Thank you.” Clifton let him go and shook his head. “I don’t even know why he’s here. Isn’t he afraid to be amongst the common people?”
“Well, you can ask him. I have to go to the bathroom.”
Melvin stood and almost ran the other way. Before Clifton could catch his breath from the speed of his friend’s departure, Kenneth fell into the seat he vacated. Clifton eyed him with contempt.
“What? What can you possibly want?” He questioned.
“Hi.”
He arched a brow. “I’m off duty right now.”
“That’s why I wanted to talk to you now and not when you’re on duty. I want to know why you hate me so much. I see it every time you look at me. Like right now.”
“Right now? This look? Before I didn’t hate you, Mr. Roddick...”
“Kenneth.”
Clifton’s frown deepened. “Mr. Roddick. I didn’t hate you until you had to disrupt my night out with my best friend. Before I just disliked you—trust me, there is a difference.”
“Very well. Can I buy you a drink? Make up for disrupting your night with the best friend?”
“If I agree, will you go away?”
Kenneth laughed. “Not likely.”
“Right. Didn’t think so. No you can’t buy me a drink.”
Melvin returned then and flopped in the seat beside Kenneth. The two began talking as if they were long time friends which made Clifton want to scream. He wasn’t sure why he would carry on his mother’s hate but he just couldn’t help himself. The beer hadn’t arrived yet but when Melvin burst out laughing at something Kenneth said, that was the last straw. Standing, Clifton dumped money on the table to pay for the drinks, a little extra for tip and grabbed his coat.
“Cliff...” Melvin called.
He stalked from the table. “Clifton!”
But he didn’t stop. He walked outside and climbed into the back of one of the always waiting taxies parked there. He gave the address and slumped to the seat. If the two of them want talk like he wasn’t there, let them.
His cell phone began ringing and he didn’t have to look at the screen to know who was calling. He just wasn’t interested in anything Melvin had to say at that moment. The fact was Melvin knew the battle he was waging in himself with the Roddicks and still, Kenneth came along, flashed those pearly whites and had his best friend eating out of his palms.
Son of a bitch.
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
[Castle In the Sky - 2] Brotherly Advice
Kenneth sat on the window sill of his room and stared down at the town below. It always made him highly uncomfortable. The thought his parents had some kind of God complex made him physically ill. Stretching his legs out before him, he inhaled deeply, causing his shoulders to rise and fall heavily.
A soft knock came on the door and he frowned. He couldn't understand why his brothers were there. Jarrod, the youngest of the three Roddicks, took nothing serious. He was too young to understand life could be a pain in the ass most days. Then there was Eric, the oldest, sensible and serious most times. He'd gone through some of the horrible strikes life tossed your way and came out ahead. Kenneth wasn't that strong.
"Come in," he called, but didn't look away from the view.
The door creaked and heavy footsteps fell slowly before the door sounded and clicked. For a moment, whoever entered said nothing and Kenneth was starting to think he'd imagined someone knocking.
"I always wondered why mom and dad chose this area," Eric spoke softly. He sat on the window sill by Kenneth's feet. "It just made the town hates us even more than they already do."
Kenneth chuckled. "You know what's funny? I don't care if they hate us. Wait, correct that. Before last week I didn't give a damn."
"What's changed?"
"Ever meet a girl that you adore--that the moment you see her you know you never want her to leave your bed or your heart...I mean, like ever?"
Eric laughed. "Not yet. I'm hoping soon. But I can imagine."
Kenneth pulled his legs beneath his bum and leant in, elbows resting on his knees. "No. Don't imagine. Think for a second. She's beautiful-and you crave her and you know you shouldn't but you still want to feel her hands on you, her lips on yours..."
"Kenny...did you meet a guy?"
"Kinda. And he hates my guts."
Kenneth flopped back to the wall he'd been leaning on and crossed his arms.
"Oh. That's not good."
"I know that," Kenneth pointed out. "I see him wielding this sledgehammer and lord knows the things I was thinking could make even a hooker blush. Then I tried talking to him and he told me to go to hell."
"Damn. Wait...Clifton Fuller--he's the one you hired to merge the rooms. Why did you want those rooms merged after all these years?"
Kenneth always told himself it was because he wanted a bigger library. But who needed a bigger library when it encompassed a whole damn floor except the one room? "I've had my eyes on him for years I just didn't know how else to get him close."
"So what happens when he's finished the work?"
That question took him off guard and he felt a pain in his heart. The truth was he didn't really think of that before. Making a face, he eased forward and pressed his forehead into Eric's shoulder. "Shit. Shit. Shit."
Eric caressed his back. "Well the work is going to take a while for one man to complete. It's weird he doesn't have someone helping him."
"Not really. He's kind of a perfectionist with his work. You should see what he did to Marley's place. It's like a beautiful piece of perfected art."
"But then again, you're biased." Eric laughed. "Kenneth. You're a great guy. Any man would be happy to have you. Just tell this guy how you feel."
"Can't." Kenneth smooshed his face into Eric's shoulder. He continued talking until Eric took his shoulders and pushed gently back.
"I can't hear when you talk into my shoulders."
Kenneth blushed. "Sorry. I said, I can't just walk up to him and go hey Clifton! Guess what? I want your body in all the naughty ways Fifty Shades of Grey talked about and then some. Do you know how fast he'd slap a sexual harassment lawsuit on me? My grand children would feel it."
"So you do plan on having children!" Eric's eyes lit up.
"Of course. I'm gay not impotent."
He realized how harsh that sounded so he hugged Eric tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite your head off." He let go. "I just wish this could be easier."
"Love is never easy. And I know its too early to say you love this man but if its eating you away like this I know its something serious. If you need my help..."
"Don't tell Jarrod about this, please? You know how he gets. He's going to find out I feel something for this guy and then go out of his way to try and set us up and we both know how well his hook-ups end."
Eric laughed. "Yeah. Now come on. We're having a few beers and playing some video games."
"Like old times."
"Precisely. Just like old times." Eric patted Kenneth's shoulder and rose.
Kenneth took one final look out the window, then followed his big brother to the games room.
A soft knock came on the door and he frowned. He couldn't understand why his brothers were there. Jarrod, the youngest of the three Roddicks, took nothing serious. He was too young to understand life could be a pain in the ass most days. Then there was Eric, the oldest, sensible and serious most times. He'd gone through some of the horrible strikes life tossed your way and came out ahead. Kenneth wasn't that strong.
"Come in," he called, but didn't look away from the view.
The door creaked and heavy footsteps fell slowly before the door sounded and clicked. For a moment, whoever entered said nothing and Kenneth was starting to think he'd imagined someone knocking.
"I always wondered why mom and dad chose this area," Eric spoke softly. He sat on the window sill by Kenneth's feet. "It just made the town hates us even more than they already do."
Kenneth chuckled. "You know what's funny? I don't care if they hate us. Wait, correct that. Before last week I didn't give a damn."
"What's changed?"
"Ever meet a girl that you adore--that the moment you see her you know you never want her to leave your bed or your heart...I mean, like ever?"
Eric laughed. "Not yet. I'm hoping soon. But I can imagine."
Kenneth pulled his legs beneath his bum and leant in, elbows resting on his knees. "No. Don't imagine. Think for a second. She's beautiful-and you crave her and you know you shouldn't but you still want to feel her hands on you, her lips on yours..."
"Kenny...did you meet a guy?"
"Kinda. And he hates my guts."
Kenneth flopped back to the wall he'd been leaning on and crossed his arms.
"Oh. That's not good."
"I know that," Kenneth pointed out. "I see him wielding this sledgehammer and lord knows the things I was thinking could make even a hooker blush. Then I tried talking to him and he told me to go to hell."
"Damn. Wait...Clifton Fuller--he's the one you hired to merge the rooms. Why did you want those rooms merged after all these years?"
Kenneth always told himself it was because he wanted a bigger library. But who needed a bigger library when it encompassed a whole damn floor except the one room? "I've had my eyes on him for years I just didn't know how else to get him close."
"So what happens when he's finished the work?"
That question took him off guard and he felt a pain in his heart. The truth was he didn't really think of that before. Making a face, he eased forward and pressed his forehead into Eric's shoulder. "Shit. Shit. Shit."
Eric caressed his back. "Well the work is going to take a while for one man to complete. It's weird he doesn't have someone helping him."
"Not really. He's kind of a perfectionist with his work. You should see what he did to Marley's place. It's like a beautiful piece of perfected art."
"But then again, you're biased." Eric laughed. "Kenneth. You're a great guy. Any man would be happy to have you. Just tell this guy how you feel."
"Can't." Kenneth smooshed his face into Eric's shoulder. He continued talking until Eric took his shoulders and pushed gently back.
"I can't hear when you talk into my shoulders."
Kenneth blushed. "Sorry. I said, I can't just walk up to him and go hey Clifton! Guess what? I want your body in all the naughty ways Fifty Shades of Grey talked about and then some. Do you know how fast he'd slap a sexual harassment lawsuit on me? My grand children would feel it."
"So you do plan on having children!" Eric's eyes lit up.
"Of course. I'm gay not impotent."
He realized how harsh that sounded so he hugged Eric tightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite your head off." He let go. "I just wish this could be easier."
"Love is never easy. And I know its too early to say you love this man but if its eating you away like this I know its something serious. If you need my help..."
"Don't tell Jarrod about this, please? You know how he gets. He's going to find out I feel something for this guy and then go out of his way to try and set us up and we both know how well his hook-ups end."
Eric laughed. "Yeah. Now come on. We're having a few beers and playing some video games."
"Like old times."
"Precisely. Just like old times." Eric patted Kenneth's shoulder and rose.
Kenneth took one final look out the window, then followed his big brother to the games room.
Sunday, 17 February 2013
[Castle In the Sky - 1] Renovation Exhaustion
Clifton
Fuller broke through the wall and turned his head from side to side. It’d
taken less than half an hour to tear the wall down. Ever since he was a child
he always wondered what the inside of Castle Manor looked like. But he wasn’t
allowed to even go up the hill. His mother had always been bitter against the
Roddicks but never told him him. Even as an adult when he asked, she merely
walked away muttering how it wasn’t any of his business.
When he told her he was doing some
renovations to the house, she almost blew a lid. But he was a businessman and
as much as he hate seeing her so upset, he had bills to pay. Stepping through
the large hole in the wall, he pushed the goggles to the top of his head and
placed the giant hammer on the floor. Kenneth Roddick wanted the two rooms
merged into one large room which made no earthly sense. The rooms were giant
enough on its own. But, the rich always lived in excess.
“Whoa!”
Clifton spun around. Kenneth was
stepping through where the wall used to be with a bewildered look on his face.
Clifton arched a brow.
“You asked me to take down the wall.
Why are you shocked?” Clifton wanted to know.
“There’s a giant hole.”
“Um. Yeah. That’s what normally happens
during reno–are you feeling okay?”
Kenneth almost stumbled over the
sledgehammer but caught himself to nod. “Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude
I just heard a loud bang and was curious as to what it looked like.”
“Well, this is it.”
He watched Kenneth walked around the
dusty room for a bit before turning to head into the other side where his tools
were. The fact was his mother was not a fan of this family for a reason so the
less time he spent with any of them, the better. Still it was kind of stupid hating
someone with no reason. Taking a breath, he hunched down before his tool bag
and dug around in it for the measuring tape. he needed to see how much more of
the wall he needed to take out before he can make the two ends like the drawing
he’d designed.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Kenneth
asked.
Clifford pulled the measuring tape down
from where he’d been holding it and walked over to Kenneth. “Here,” he said,
handing Kenneth one end. “Hold here.”
He then turned back the other way,
dragging the other end to the curve in the wall. With the pencil that had been
sitting behind his ear, he marked the wall then turned to Kenneth. “Let go.”
Kenneth released it and the tape
measure slid easily back into the holder. “That wasn’t what I meant.”
“You hired me to do a job, Mr.
Roddick…”
“Mister? Just call me Kenneth. My
friends call me, Ken.”
“That’s just it. I’m not your friend.
You hired me to do a job, with a deadline and I’m doing my damndest to meet
that deadline. If you want a conversation, you’ll have to either wait until the
job is over or go to hell.”
Kenneth nodded but something flashed in
his eyes. Clifton felt like a jerk but he just couldn’t help himself.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a jerk.”
“It’s fine. I have to head out. Lock up
when you’re done.”
He left Clifton standing in the midst
of a mess of his own making. Clifton hung his head, shook it then went back to
work.
By the time it got dark outside, he was
still not over what happened. He wasn’t normally a rude person but after
growing up for so long hearing nothing but bad things about the Roddicks that
reaction just came out. He drove by a car heading up the hill and thought
it was probably Kenneth and he felt even worse. But he didn’t stop to check or
turn back. At the foot of the hill he headed left toward the center of
town. When he was close enough, he made a right turn onto Dearburn. He
parked before his house and sat in the car, his body throbbing and eyes burning
from the lack of sleep. He wasn’t sure his legs would hold him up if he
tried walking to the house.
Still, he grabbed his tool belt, bag
and lunch pail and pushed from the front seat. After ensuring it was locked, he
made his way inside, chucked everything to the floor and climbed the stairs to
the bedroom. Though he had time to strip down a shower didn’t happen.
He merely collapsed, face first, on
the bed
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