T.G.I.F.
Written by Caleb Wilson
Part 7
"Dylan, move your arse," the boy shouted at the same time shaking the man's shoulder, "You'll be late for work."
He opened his eyes and looked up at the tousled-haired teenager standing by his bedside looking down at him, "For Christ sake, Lucas, I'm the bloody boss, it doesn't matter if I'm late."
"Just get out of bed. If I'm up then you have to be up," he said, whipping the covers off the man then looking at his crutch. "It seems like something is already up," the boy said and laughed at his own joke.
Dylan reached up, grabbing the boy who, at seventeen, still looked like a fourteen-year-old, and pulled him down on top of him.
"Do you want to do something about the part of me that's already up?"
"No, we did enough last night."
"Spoil sport. Just a little quickie?"
"No," the boy moved his head so their lips came together. After the kiss the boy put his mouth to Dylan's ear, "Are you forgetting about your meeting at 9.30 a.m.?"
"Oh Shit!" the man exclaimed, dumping the boy onto the bed as he jumped out and headed for the bathroom. Lucas followed him, smiling, and proceeded to start the shower while the man relieved himself. When the man was done he turned to see the boy naked standing by the shower. He removed his nightwear then walked to the boy, lifted him into his arms, and stepped into the shower. The shower was a ritual that both enjoyed, each attending to the other's body, firstly soaping it, massaging, and then rinsing off. When they were done they dried then went into the bedroom to dress.
"I've made scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast. Will that do, Dylan?"
He walked over to the boy, wrapped his arms around him, then kissed him on the forehead. "Anything you make, Lucas, is okay by me, you know that you don't have to ask."
"Yeah, but if I didn't ask, I wouldn't have you wrapping your arms around me and kissing me. Now move your arse or, like I said, you'll be late."
"Oh God, why do I put up with you?"
"Just shut it, and stop complaining."
He kissed the boy one more time, then made his way to the kitchen to partake of his meal that his young lover always had prepared for him every morning.
As he sat down to eat his mind went back to the time they had first met. He smiled at the thought, when he'd threatened to put his boot up the boy's crutch, which didn't seem to faze the boy one little bit, instead made him respond with another sarcastic remark. His breakfast finished, he walked around the table, kissed the boy on the forehead, and said, "I'll see you later this evening."
He heard the boy's "Bye Dylan" as he picked up his briefcase and made his way out of the house.
Twenty minutes later he was striding into the outer office, "Morning Lucy."
"Morning, Mr. Roberts."
"Lucy, you know we're expecting the representatives of Booth & Sons this morning?"
"Yes, Mr. Roberts."
"Well, the moment they arrive after showing them into my office put the kettle on, and when I buzz you, start making the tea."
"Okay, Mr. Roberts."
Dylan Roberts strode into his office, took off his jacket and hung it up, then dumped his briefcase on top of his desk and made himself comfortable in his chair.
He'd been working for about twenty minutes when he heard a knock on his door. He looked at the clock and noted it was precisely 9.30 a.m.
"Come in," he said and Lucy, with a man and a woman, stepped into the office.
"Mr. Roberts, the representatives from Booth & Sons are here."
"Thank you, Lucy. Would you please be seated," he said, addressing the man and the woman.
And what a woman she was, about 5 foot 6 inches in height with long auburn hair and an hourglass figure. He had to force himself not to stare at her before he got down to business. They introduced themselves as Ian and Angela Bannister, brother and sister, here to negotiate on behalf of Booth & Sons.
After an hour of discussion, the two reps stood and said they had to get back to their Headquarters. They were sure that everything that they had discussed would be acceptable by their company and that their response to what had been discussed would favourable.
They left the office. Dylan sat in his chair and leaned back, pleased with the way the meeting had gone. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, then, as it opened, Angela Bannister's head appeared around it.
"I think I left my pen on your desk," she said.
Dylan glanced around his desk then saw the gold plated Parker. He picked it up and, smiling, walked over to hand it to her.
As she took the pen, thanking him at the same time, she asked, "Are you free for dinner tonight?"
"Uh, yes."
"Good. Seven o'clock this evening at the Queen's Hotel. That's where were staying."
"Fine, I'll see you there, Angela."
"Bye Dylan," she said and left, knowing the man was devouring her retreating figure.
Dylan Roberts now had to make plans so that there would be no questions asked by Lucas. He waited till about 2.00 p.m., then phoned home and waited till Lucas answered.
"Lucas, I'm going out to dinner this evening with the Booth's reps at the Queens Hotel.
"7.00 p.m., so don't cook anything for me tonight.
"Okay, I have to go, see you later, bye." He sighed, Lucas hadn't asked any questions, now he could relax till it was time to go home.
At 5.00 p.m. he told Lucy that he'd be working a bit late so she could go home, he'd lock up. When she'd gone he sat around wasting time, not wanting to go home too early so he wouldn't have to spend time talking to Lucas. Knowing the boy, he'd suspect something just by the way he answered his questions, so the best thing to do was dash into the house, get showered and changed, then get out again before Lucas could ask too many questions.
At 5.45 p.m. he left the office and arrived home about 6.10 p.m. He yelled out a "Hello" to Lucas and said that he was running late, then headed straight to the bedroom where he stripped off to his underwear then made for the shower. He finished showering and dressing, grabbed his wallet and keys and, yelling to Lucas who was still in the sitting room watching the box, called that he was going out and that he'd see him later.
The boy heard the front door slam. He switched off the telly, then made his way to the phone and ordered a cab. He had to wait ten minutes before it arrived. When it did, he told the driver to take him to the Queen's Hotel.
Twenty minutes later Lucas was pulling up outside the hotel. He paid the cab, then walked around the side of the hotel to the parking lot and looked around; sure enough, there was Dylan's car. He went back to the front of the hotel, entered it, and made his way towards the restaurant and bar. He stopped suddenly as he saw Dylan with a woman making their way towards the lifts. He stayed hidden and watched as they passed quite close to him. He had to admit the girl in question was a million times better than some of the girls that he'd seen Dylan with before they had started to live together.
When they had entered the lifts and, he presumed, gone to her room, he turned and left the hotel and made his way over to the cab rank and got one to take him home. Inside the house he went up to their bedroom, noticing Dylan's clothes strewn all over the place. He ignored them and sat on the bed and thought for a while, after which he jumped up went to the spare bedroom and came back moments later with a suitcase. He dumped it on the bed, opened it, then went to the wardrobe and took whatever clothes he would need for the time being, leaving the rest. Then he emptied the chest-of-drawers of all his T-shirts and underwear. He looked around to see if there was anything else he required, then remembered and went to the bathroom and got his toothbrush and a couple of towels. Satisfied, he lugged the case downstairs and left it by the front door.
He made his way to the sitting room, acquired paper and pen, and wrote a letter. When he'd finished he put it in an envelope, wrote Dylan's name on it, and left it by the kettle along with his door keys.
He picked up the phone and dialed and waited for an answer. When it came he responded with, "Hi Ian, its Lucas.
"Uh, Ian, I need a favour of you and Josie. Umm, could you put me up for a couple of nights till I get a job and my own place? I can pay you for the stay.
"Thanks Ian, I'll be there within the hour. Okay, see you in a bit" he said and hung up.
He took his finger off the cut-off bar, heard the dialing tone and dialed for a cab again. While he waited the normal ten minutes before it arrived, he went to the kitchen cupboard and pulled out a biscuit tin. Inside the tin was a roll of banknotes. He counted out £150, stuffed the rest back, and made his way back to where his case was. A couple of minutes later the cab driver was knocking on the door. He took one quick look around, shrugged his shoulders, closed the front door, made his way to the cab, put his case in the back, climbed in, and told the driver "24 Bridge Street."
At the Hotel after their initial drink at the bar, Dylan and Angela made their way to her room. The thought of food far was from their minds. Inside the room they went into an instant embrace which led to Dylan lifting her off her feet and carrying her to the bed. He broke the embrace and started to remove her clothing; while his hands were occupied in the task, her hand had moved to his groin and was now massaging his engorged manhood. The feel of her hand caressing his cock sent him into overdrive; his slow disrobing of her now became a frenzied strip. As soon as he had her naked he pulled off his trousers and underwear, leaving his shirt and tie on.
He grabbed her legs, lifted them up, and rammed his cock into her crutch, which only brought a contented sigh from her.
Without standing on ceremony, he fucked her like there was no tomorrow, shoving his cock deeper and deeper with her yelling "More, more!" till with a yell and a juddering of his hips, he flooded her with his semen, then slowly sank down to lie on top of her.
An hour later after they'd showered and dressed they made their way to the restaurant to have a belated dinner.
At 24 Bridge Street, the boy rang the bell and waited for about ten seconds before it was opened by a tall, broad shouldered young man with a shaved head.
Lucas looked up at his friend and smiled, saying, "Hi Ian."
"Lucas, come on in, just dump your case in the hallway you can take it up to your room later."
He left his case as directed and followed Ian into the sitting room.
As he took a seat, Ian asked, "You want to talk?"
"Yeah, I don't mind."
"So what happened? I thought nothing could come between you and Dylan the way you spoke about him."
"Yeah, so did I till this bird showed up. Christ, she's like way out of the league of girls that he used to go with, and her figure is like you get in those cartoons - you know, like that dame in Roger Rabbit. When she comes around the corner, her tits come first and two minutes later the rest of her comes into view."
Ian burst out laughing on hearing the boy's description of the woman that Dylan had found.
"Shit, there's no way I can compete with that, so instead of waiting around before he asked me to leave, I just packed my bags and legged it out of there. Yeah, I'm a bit down and all, but it's not the end of the world and maybe the next time I won't be so quick to jump into bed with someone."
"Come on, Lucas, give him a chance. It might just be a one night stand."
"Yeah, well, if it is, that's his hard fucking luck. And in any case, how many more one night stands is he going to have?"
"Okay. Do you want a cup of tea or something to eat?"
"I'll pass on the food but tea sounds good. Where's Josie and the baby?"
"They've gone visiting her parents. I've got to go and pick her up in an hour's time, you want to come with me?"
"No, I'll wait here."
"Shit, come on Lucas, keep me company."
"Okay, but go and make that tea you offered me about an hour ago."
Ian smiled and left the room, thinking, 'He never changes, always to the point.'
Dylan and Angela Bannister spent a leisurely hour eating and, when they finished, had a couple of drinks, then went back up to Angela's room where they continued where they had left off previously. After midnight, Dylan gave her a parting kiss and made his way home.
He entered the house and, noting that no lights were on, assumed Lucas was in bed. He made his way to the kitchen, switched on the light, and saw the envelope with his name on it resting against the kettle and the set of keys alongside it. Immediately his stomach turned over. Somehow he knew that what was within the envelope would not be to his liking.
Quickly he tore it open and read,
Dylan,
The way you left the house this evening made me feel that something was not quite right. So I caught a cab and followed you to the Queen's Hotel where I saw you and your girlfriend enter the lift and, I presume, go to her room.
I returned home and have taken what clothes I need, and £150 from the biscuit tin. I left before you came home so that we wouldn't have any argument and you wouldn't have to ask me to leave. It's best this way. I thought that you had got over being with women, but I was wrong. I wish you all the luck with your girlfriend, who is a lot better than the slags you used to go out with.
Lucas.
He read the letter again and couldn't believe what he was reading.
'Oh God!'he thought, 'Now what?' He made his way to the bedroom and saw that all his clothes that he'd thrown around the room were still where he'd left them. He sat down on the bed, and put his head in his hands, wondering why he had been stupid enough to try and fool Lucas; the boy could read him like a book. Because of his macho pride, thinking that Angela would never forget the pounding he'd give her, he had messed up his relationship with Lucas. But the annoying thing that had dented his ego was, she'd taken everything he'd given her and wanted more, and to crown it all he hadn't enjoyed the sex like he did with Lucas, it really didn't have any emotional attachment to it, only pure lust.
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