Best Friends Forever (FT) - Missing You, Part Two
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The bar was nothing fancy, just a basic hotel bar with a sports theme tacked on as an after-thought. Troy was at the bar, blue jeans this time that showed off heavy-muscled thighs and a prominent bulge between them, which Ennis noticed and then spent the rest of the evening trying not to think about. Troy was a decent guy and they had enough in common to keep the conversation light and easy over beers and a shared plate of wings, then burgers and fries. Ennis enjoyed the company, enjoyed not being alone in his house again for the umpteenth night in a row, but around eight-thirty he decided it was time to go. He wasn’t there for anything but a little harmless ego-boosting, and he’d gotten that in spades. Troy had worked in plenty of looks and touches and more than a few very obvious innuendoes. Ennis could go home and jack off and think about that bulge and those thighs and feel a little bit guilty but not much, because he knew Jack had plenty of porn on his computer. Ennis wasn’t the only guy he got off to, not by a long shot.
Then he could go to work in the morning and look his dad straight in the eye and say “Nothing happened,” which would be the very first thing on his dad’s agenda without a doubt. Then life would go on and Jack would finally come home and everything would be fine until the next time he had some sort of stupid crisis. Life was a balance. He’d heard that forever, but was only just now finally starting to figure it out for himself.
It was a great plan up until Troy ordered two more beers, told the bartender to put it all on his room, then steered Ennis towards the elevator. “Come up with me for a minute. I wanna show you this great video I got of Corona at the summer trials up in Oklahoma City. He was incredible!” and somehow Ennis found himself holding a beer - his fifth - and riding up in an elevator to a hotel room he’d never intended to see.
The room was small, crowded with a king-sized bed, dresser and some other piece of furniture Ennis finally decided was a refrigerator even though it didn’t look like one at all. There was a small desk in one corner and a big chair with an ottoman in the other, and that’s where Troy sat, put the laptop down on the footstool and started looking for his video. With no other way to see the screen, other than sit in Troy’s lap and that was not happening, Ennis perched on the arm of the chair and leaned over his shoulder. True to his word, Troy keyed up a video and they watched the horse Ennis had trained work the ring like a champ, and Ennis got so caught up in it that he actually forgot for a minute that the shoulder under his hand belonged to a man who wanted to fuck him.
He got reminded when the video ended and Troy said, “Got something else here you might like to see,” and clicked again and the horse disappeared and instead there was a picture of Troy and his dick. It was hard, and it lived up to every bit of promise that bulge in his jeans had made earlier. Ennis suddenly felt like his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth and his ass was glued to the arm of the chair. He knew he should move or say something, or both, but for the moment he could do neither, and Troy clicked through a few more pictures, talking matter-of-factly the whole time, like they weren’t at least semi-considering up-ending their working relationship and destroying Ennis’s life in the process.
“Check it out, Ennis,” he said, still facing the computer, confident that he had Ennis’s undivided attention. “Word on the street is you don’t play around, but I figure you’re just quiet about it. Saw a picture of him on the back of one of his books. Don’t imagine a guy as pretty as that’s keepin’ it in his pants all the time. You might as well get a little action too.”
He pushed the ottoman away, turned around and ran his hand right up Ennis’s thigh, not stopping till his fingers were pushing up against his crotch. He tipped his head towards the bed, looking sly and hopeful all at the same time. “Wanna go a coupla rounds? I can keep a secret as good as the next guy. Won’t nobody be hearin’ about it from me, Ennis, I swear.”
He flexed his fingers and Ennis felt them rub against his balls and he knew he had about two seconds to do something before things got out of hand. “Oh shit,” was all he could think of to say and instead of backing off, Troy decided to up the press. He slid his hand up the rest of the way, till it was a warm and heavy weight covering Ennis’s crotch, and while it felt all kinds of good, when Ennis dropped his head to see, it looked all kinds of wrong. Troy’s fingers were thick and a little on the short side, not long and slim like Jack’s, and there was no wedding band on his ring finger because he wasn’t married and Ennis was. This wasn’t Jack, and this wasn’t just harmless flirting anymore. He was getting hard under another man’s hand and that wasn’t cool. It was time to go.
“I can’t do this, Troy. I gotta go,” he said, easing back, pushing Troy’s hand back and trying to get off the chair and away without ending up on his ass in the floor. Troy didn’t give up easy, let him up but then followed him to the door with more promises of secrecy and a good time, and even though Ennis kept moving, he couldn’t help but remember Jack and that construction dude he’d had the hots for back when they were building the house. Ennis knew nothing had happened, but it hadn’t been because Jack hadn’t wanted it too. It had been because Ennis had figured it out and got in the middle of it before it was too late. And that was just the one time he knew about. It probably wasn’t the only time Jack had been tempted.
But they were married now, and Jack wore his ring all the time and Ennis had never gotten even the slightest sense that he wasn’t happy or satisfied. Ennis was the one having the meltdown, but cheating wouldn’t fix anything because being tired of Jack wasn’t the problem. Missing Jack was, and Troy and his dick couldn’t do a damn thing to help with that.
“I’m flattered and all, but no thanks, man. I gotta go.” Troy was going to say more but Ennis didn’t wait around to hear it. He let himself out and practically ran down the hallway, was never so glad in all his life to see elevator doors close behind him. The fact that he was still hard made him pissed as hell and he wondered how long it would be before he could even touch his dick without feeling like a total sleaze.
So much for guilt-free pleasures.
* * *
Ennis stopped at an Exxon for a bottle of water and a pack of gum to take the edge off all the beer he’d drunk, then checked his phone while he gassed up his truck. He had a text message from Troy with an attachment that he wasn’t about to open, along with two from his mom. The most recent said, Your dad said you’ve gone out and that we should be worried. What’s up? The second said, Here’s the clip of Jack’s interview in Boston this morning, and included a link to a YouTube video. Ennis started to click on that one but the gas pump shut off and he decided he’d wait till he got home and could watch it on something bigger than his phone. If he couldn’t see Jack in person, at least he could watch him on their TV.
* * *
The house was dark when he parked in the driveway, and Ennis fought off the devil in his mind that whispered he could be getting laid right now, not going into an empty house to watch a four minute video clip of his husband, then going to bed alone. Again.
It wasn’t that he was sorry he’d left the hotel, he wasn’t, and he knew he would’ve been really sorry if he hadn’t left, but still, he was a guy and his dick was lonely and his ass was feeling neglected and pathetic. Sometimes he actually looked forward to the day when he was finally too old to think about sex all the fucking time. Unfortunately, that day probably wasn’t coming any time soon, and he’d already decided he was going to jack off, screw Jack and Troy and every-fucking-body else. What he did with his dick when nobody else was around was nobody’s business but his own.
Ennis slammed the front door and stomped through the house to the kitchen for yet another beer and a shot of whiskey too, because why the fuck not, it had been a fucking stupid night and maybe he needed to get drunk. He took the beer and the whiskey back into the living room and after hitting the buttons on half a dozen remotes, he had Jack’s YouTube up on the screen.
The woman interviewing him was somewhere between forty and a hundred. Ennis didn’t trust his guesses with women on TV anymore after he found out Barbara Walters age. She looked like a mannequin, all plastic and perfect, but the way she looked at Jack was all real-live woman, flirty and making sure he got a good view of her cleavage. Jack smiled and shifted in his chair, which made her smile even bigger. They’d covered his book during this little mating dance, and she moved onto his personal life right about the time Ennis figured her panties were getting wet.
“So, Jack, I know all the girls out there will be sorry to hear you’re off the market. You just recently married your high school sweetheart?” She said it like a question, which Ennis thought was weird, like maybe she hadn’t done any serious homework on Jack. And the “How romantic!” she tacked on at the end was totally fake.
Jack smiled some more, acted like she was being completely sincere and not a jealous bitch who wanted to fuck him but just found out that maybe she couldn’t. “Well, it was actually a coupla years ago now, but yeah, we’ve been together since we were seniors in high school. We got married on a beach out in Monterey. It was pretty awesome.”
“That’s wonderful,” she lied. It made the lines stand out around her mouth, Ennis noticed. “Congratulations! Any little ones yet?”
Jack leaned back in his chair, looking completely at ease, like he wasn’t feeling weird at all about discussing his personal life in front of the whole fucking world. “Nah, we’re probably not gonna have any. His folks adopted two beautiful girls a few years back, so we’re already set with a great family, and they’ll probably hook us up with some nieces and nephews here in a few years.”
The Queen B. of the Boston morning shows was kinda gaping at him, so Jack took advantage of the empty air time and grinned and waved at the camera. “Hey Megan. Hey Mallory.” He looked back at her and shrugged. “Sorry. They made me swear to say hi if I got on TV.”
“Oh, that’s quite all right.” She smiled again, awkward this time, glanced back at her notes, then tilted her head to look from the camera to him. “I’m sorry, but did I just hear you refer to your spouse as a he?” Yep, completely clueless.
“Yeah, you did.” Jack grinned, totally unconcerned that he was outing them both to the whole damn world. Not that it was really a secret, but there were probably still a few people left out there who didn’t know. But not anymore.
“Oh my.” She cleared her throat, got herself back together pretty fast, Ennis had to admit, considering she was obviously out of the loop. “Well, congratulations then! And his name is…?”
“Ennis. Ennis del Mar. He’s a horse trainer.”
“Ahh, a cowboy! How exciting!” She fidgeted in her chair and Ennis rolled his eyes at the screen. “Well, that’s wonderful. I wish you two a very happy life together!”
“Thanks. We’re actually doing pretty good with that, except for how I’m here in Boston and he’s back home in Arkansas.” Jack shrugged again, gave her his shy, bashful grin, and she nodded like he was explaining the secrets of world peace. “I like travelin’ and all, but you know how it is. It gets tough after a while. I’ve been on the road for almost a month now. Bet he’s probably getting pretty lonesome.”
When he said that, he fucking winked at her and she blushed under goddamn ten tons of make-up and Ennis figured if she didn’t come in her Victoria Secret’s panties right then and there, she would later replaying the tape. What the fuck ever. Ennis had had enough.
He punched off the video and reached for the bottle of whiskey, anger and guilt mixing up with the liquor, spinning up a nasty brew. “Yeah, lonesome’s a word for it, you motherfucker, so why the fuck don’t you get your ass back home and do something about it?”
“Fuck you, Ennis! I’ve been right here waiting on you all fucking night, busted my ass to get here once I realized they didn’t have me coming home for two more weeks,” said a voice out of the darkness that had Ennis squawking like a startled hen and almost jumping out of his skin, till it finally sunk in that it was Jack. He whipped around, staring at the spot in the gloom till Jack appeared, stepping from the night-dark hallway into the living room, all warm and real and more than a little pissed off.
“So you wanna tell me where the fuck you been?” he asked, looking Ennis up and down suspiciously. “And don’t even bother telling me you were out getting a beer with Joe. You couldn’t look no more guilty if I’d caught you bent over the couch with some piece a strange riding your ass, so that lie ain’t gonna cut it tonight.”
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The bar was nothing fancy, just a basic hotel bar with a sports theme tacked on as an after-thought. Troy was at the bar, blue jeans this time that showed off heavy-muscled thighs and a prominent bulge between them, which Ennis noticed and then spent the rest of the evening trying not to think about. Troy was a decent guy and they had enough in common to keep the conversation light and easy over beers and a shared plate of wings, then burgers and fries. Ennis enjoyed the company, enjoyed not being alone in his house again for the umpteenth night in a row, but around eight-thirty he decided it was time to go. He wasn’t there for anything but a little harmless ego-boosting, and he’d gotten that in spades. Troy had worked in plenty of looks and touches and more than a few very obvious innuendoes. Ennis could go home and jack off and think about that bulge and those thighs and feel a little bit guilty but not much, because he knew Jack had plenty of porn on his computer. Ennis wasn’t the only guy he got off to, not by a long shot.
Then he could go to work in the morning and look his dad straight in the eye and say “Nothing happened,” which would be the very first thing on his dad’s agenda without a doubt. Then life would go on and Jack would finally come home and everything would be fine until the next time he had some sort of stupid crisis. Life was a balance. He’d heard that forever, but was only just now finally starting to figure it out for himself.
It was a great plan up until Troy ordered two more beers, told the bartender to put it all on his room, then steered Ennis towards the elevator. “Come up with me for a minute. I wanna show you this great video I got of Corona at the summer trials up in Oklahoma City. He was incredible!” and somehow Ennis found himself holding a beer - his fifth - and riding up in an elevator to a hotel room he’d never intended to see.
The room was small, crowded with a king-sized bed, dresser and some other piece of furniture Ennis finally decided was a refrigerator even though it didn’t look like one at all. There was a small desk in one corner and a big chair with an ottoman in the other, and that’s where Troy sat, put the laptop down on the footstool and started looking for his video. With no other way to see the screen, other than sit in Troy’s lap and that was not happening, Ennis perched on the arm of the chair and leaned over his shoulder. True to his word, Troy keyed up a video and they watched the horse Ennis had trained work the ring like a champ, and Ennis got so caught up in it that he actually forgot for a minute that the shoulder under his hand belonged to a man who wanted to fuck him.
He got reminded when the video ended and Troy said, “Got something else here you might like to see,” and clicked again and the horse disappeared and instead there was a picture of Troy and his dick. It was hard, and it lived up to every bit of promise that bulge in his jeans had made earlier. Ennis suddenly felt like his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth and his ass was glued to the arm of the chair. He knew he should move or say something, or both, but for the moment he could do neither, and Troy clicked through a few more pictures, talking matter-of-factly the whole time, like they weren’t at least semi-considering up-ending their working relationship and destroying Ennis’s life in the process.
“Check it out, Ennis,” he said, still facing the computer, confident that he had Ennis’s undivided attention. “Word on the street is you don’t play around, but I figure you’re just quiet about it. Saw a picture of him on the back of one of his books. Don’t imagine a guy as pretty as that’s keepin’ it in his pants all the time. You might as well get a little action too.”
He pushed the ottoman away, turned around and ran his hand right up Ennis’s thigh, not stopping till his fingers were pushing up against his crotch. He tipped his head towards the bed, looking sly and hopeful all at the same time. “Wanna go a coupla rounds? I can keep a secret as good as the next guy. Won’t nobody be hearin’ about it from me, Ennis, I swear.”
He flexed his fingers and Ennis felt them rub against his balls and he knew he had about two seconds to do something before things got out of hand. “Oh shit,” was all he could think of to say and instead of backing off, Troy decided to up the press. He slid his hand up the rest of the way, till it was a warm and heavy weight covering Ennis’s crotch, and while it felt all kinds of good, when Ennis dropped his head to see, it looked all kinds of wrong. Troy’s fingers were thick and a little on the short side, not long and slim like Jack’s, and there was no wedding band on his ring finger because he wasn’t married and Ennis was. This wasn’t Jack, and this wasn’t just harmless flirting anymore. He was getting hard under another man’s hand and that wasn’t cool. It was time to go.
“I can’t do this, Troy. I gotta go,” he said, easing back, pushing Troy’s hand back and trying to get off the chair and away without ending up on his ass in the floor. Troy didn’t give up easy, let him up but then followed him to the door with more promises of secrecy and a good time, and even though Ennis kept moving, he couldn’t help but remember Jack and that construction dude he’d had the hots for back when they were building the house. Ennis knew nothing had happened, but it hadn’t been because Jack hadn’t wanted it too. It had been because Ennis had figured it out and got in the middle of it before it was too late. And that was just the one time he knew about. It probably wasn’t the only time Jack had been tempted.
But they were married now, and Jack wore his ring all the time and Ennis had never gotten even the slightest sense that he wasn’t happy or satisfied. Ennis was the one having the meltdown, but cheating wouldn’t fix anything because being tired of Jack wasn’t the problem. Missing Jack was, and Troy and his dick couldn’t do a damn thing to help with that.
“I’m flattered and all, but no thanks, man. I gotta go.” Troy was going to say more but Ennis didn’t wait around to hear it. He let himself out and practically ran down the hallway, was never so glad in all his life to see elevator doors close behind him. The fact that he was still hard made him pissed as hell and he wondered how long it would be before he could even touch his dick without feeling like a total sleaze.
So much for guilt-free pleasures.
* * *
Ennis stopped at an Exxon for a bottle of water and a pack of gum to take the edge off all the beer he’d drunk, then checked his phone while he gassed up his truck. He had a text message from Troy with an attachment that he wasn’t about to open, along with two from his mom. The most recent said, Your dad said you’ve gone out and that we should be worried. What’s up? The second said, Here’s the clip of Jack’s interview in Boston this morning, and included a link to a YouTube video. Ennis started to click on that one but the gas pump shut off and he decided he’d wait till he got home and could watch it on something bigger than his phone. If he couldn’t see Jack in person, at least he could watch him on their TV.
* * *
The house was dark when he parked in the driveway, and Ennis fought off the devil in his mind that whispered he could be getting laid right now, not going into an empty house to watch a four minute video clip of his husband, then going to bed alone. Again.
It wasn’t that he was sorry he’d left the hotel, he wasn’t, and he knew he would’ve been really sorry if he hadn’t left, but still, he was a guy and his dick was lonely and his ass was feeling neglected and pathetic. Sometimes he actually looked forward to the day when he was finally too old to think about sex all the fucking time. Unfortunately, that day probably wasn’t coming any time soon, and he’d already decided he was going to jack off, screw Jack and Troy and every-fucking-body else. What he did with his dick when nobody else was around was nobody’s business but his own.
Ennis slammed the front door and stomped through the house to the kitchen for yet another beer and a shot of whiskey too, because why the fuck not, it had been a fucking stupid night and maybe he needed to get drunk. He took the beer and the whiskey back into the living room and after hitting the buttons on half a dozen remotes, he had Jack’s YouTube up on the screen.
The woman interviewing him was somewhere between forty and a hundred. Ennis didn’t trust his guesses with women on TV anymore after he found out Barbara Walters age. She looked like a mannequin, all plastic and perfect, but the way she looked at Jack was all real-live woman, flirty and making sure he got a good view of her cleavage. Jack smiled and shifted in his chair, which made her smile even bigger. They’d covered his book during this little mating dance, and she moved onto his personal life right about the time Ennis figured her panties were getting wet.
“So, Jack, I know all the girls out there will be sorry to hear you’re off the market. You just recently married your high school sweetheart?” She said it like a question, which Ennis thought was weird, like maybe she hadn’t done any serious homework on Jack. And the “How romantic!” she tacked on at the end was totally fake.
Jack smiled some more, acted like she was being completely sincere and not a jealous bitch who wanted to fuck him but just found out that maybe she couldn’t. “Well, it was actually a coupla years ago now, but yeah, we’ve been together since we were seniors in high school. We got married on a beach out in Monterey. It was pretty awesome.”
“That’s wonderful,” she lied. It made the lines stand out around her mouth, Ennis noticed. “Congratulations! Any little ones yet?”
Jack leaned back in his chair, looking completely at ease, like he wasn’t feeling weird at all about discussing his personal life in front of the whole fucking world. “Nah, we’re probably not gonna have any. His folks adopted two beautiful girls a few years back, so we’re already set with a great family, and they’ll probably hook us up with some nieces and nephews here in a few years.”
The Queen B. of the Boston morning shows was kinda gaping at him, so Jack took advantage of the empty air time and grinned and waved at the camera. “Hey Megan. Hey Mallory.” He looked back at her and shrugged. “Sorry. They made me swear to say hi if I got on TV.”
“Oh, that’s quite all right.” She smiled again, awkward this time, glanced back at her notes, then tilted her head to look from the camera to him. “I’m sorry, but did I just hear you refer to your spouse as a he?” Yep, completely clueless.
“Yeah, you did.” Jack grinned, totally unconcerned that he was outing them both to the whole damn world. Not that it was really a secret, but there were probably still a few people left out there who didn’t know. But not anymore.
“Oh my.” She cleared her throat, got herself back together pretty fast, Ennis had to admit, considering she was obviously out of the loop. “Well, congratulations then! And his name is…?”
“Ennis. Ennis del Mar. He’s a horse trainer.”
“Ahh, a cowboy! How exciting!” She fidgeted in her chair and Ennis rolled his eyes at the screen. “Well, that’s wonderful. I wish you two a very happy life together!”
“Thanks. We’re actually doing pretty good with that, except for how I’m here in Boston and he’s back home in Arkansas.” Jack shrugged again, gave her his shy, bashful grin, and she nodded like he was explaining the secrets of world peace. “I like travelin’ and all, but you know how it is. It gets tough after a while. I’ve been on the road for almost a month now. Bet he’s probably getting pretty lonesome.”
When he said that, he fucking winked at her and she blushed under goddamn ten tons of make-up and Ennis figured if she didn’t come in her Victoria Secret’s panties right then and there, she would later replaying the tape. What the fuck ever. Ennis had had enough.
He punched off the video and reached for the bottle of whiskey, anger and guilt mixing up with the liquor, spinning up a nasty brew. “Yeah, lonesome’s a word for it, you motherfucker, so why the fuck don’t you get your ass back home and do something about it?”
“Fuck you, Ennis! I’ve been right here waiting on you all fucking night, busted my ass to get here once I realized they didn’t have me coming home for two more weeks,” said a voice out of the darkness that had Ennis squawking like a startled hen and almost jumping out of his skin, till it finally sunk in that it was Jack. He whipped around, staring at the spot in the gloom till Jack appeared, stepping from the night-dark hallway into the living room, all warm and real and more than a little pissed off.
“So you wanna tell me where the fuck you been?” he asked, looking Ennis up and down suspiciously. “And don’t even bother telling me you were out getting a beer with Joe. You couldn’t look no more guilty if I’d caught you bent over the couch with some piece a strange riding your ass, so that lie ain’t gonna cut it tonight.”
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