Page 64 of Narrow Margins
I wake up before Corrie and, unlike yesterday’s unease, I feel nothing but bliss. Corrie has rolled from me and lies on his back, the sheet pushed down to his waist, an arm resting across his ribs. His other arm has been my pillow for the night, which proves exactly how tired I was not to have spun away from him. Snatching my phone from the side table, I snap a couple of photos of him; he looks gorgeous with his hair mussed up and his face relaxed in sleep, he looks so young. I forget he is still only twenty-three, his life experiences have matured, but not aged, him. Still, for him to believe the trash websites and cheap magazines shows his insecurities and maybe I was right, maybe it is down to having so many of his friends leave him because of the awful war. Tie that in with Raff having to walk away at such a tender age, it’s no surprise he lacks confidence.
I guess only time will prove him wrong, because I’m here until he sends me away. There is no part of me this man doesn’t own, including my ass—which has a well-used ache to it this morning. I smile at the memory and plan to get good and dirty with him again as soon as I can. But, for now, I’m going to let him sleep, he looked beat yesterday.
Grabbing some shorts, I head for the coffee machine, then open the French doors that lead out onto the deck and the beautiful garden. Walking out, I decide I want to spend today here, only the two of us, laying out in the sunshine. We can swim, doze and make-out in the glorious, peaceful and, most crucially, secluded garden.
Hurrying back inside, I grab my iPad and a coffee then return to the sunshine. I catch up on my emails, including one from Bill Simmons in which he thanks me again for my time and wishing me well. Maybe he knows what was going on. The others are merely general notifications, nothing I need to act on, so I drop the tablet on the table and rest back on the lounger and de-stress.
A shadow covering my body makes me open my eyes; Corrie stands next to me, wearing his lazy, half smile that makes my heart beat faster.
“Hey there, handsome, whatcha doing out here, all alone?” Corrie’s grin widens to match mine.
“Nothing, baby. I’m doing absolutely nothing. Which is exactly what both of us are going to do here today, is that okay with you?” I reach out and run my hand casually up and down his leg.
“Oh, I reckon I could handle that.” Reaching out, he brushes my hair from my brow, a touch so tender and sweet I must swallow a lump in my throat. He looks at me as if he gets it, too. “More coffee?”
“Hmm, yes, please.”
Corrie comes back, fifteen minutes later, with a tray loaded with fruit, pancakes and bagels and we tuck into an indolent breakfast. Corrie obviously still has shit on his mind but I wait for him to start; I’m not going to bring up something that could be way off the mark.
“Oh, Troy wants to see you tomorrow, I don’t know what about but he mentioned it on Friday after you’d left.” Corrie takes a sip of orange juice and looks up at me.
“Okaaay,” I drawl, “he didn’t say what?”
“No, just an idea he had, I think, but I’m not sure. He didn’t look pissed or anything like that so you’re good there.” Corrie chuckles. “So, what does our lazy day involve? I’m hoping some of it will be naked.” He grins.
“Damn right, and it can start as soon as I clear this all away.” I stand and, gathering everything back onto the tray, take it through to the kitchen. When I get back out into the garden, Corrie has decided to take the being naked serious and reclines, stroking his erection slowly.
“Fuck, you look good there. Mind if I climb on?” I shove my shorts down my legs, letting my dick slap against my stomach.
“You’d fucking better.” Corrie reaches down to the side and pulls up a bottle of lube.
“Always prepared, just one of the reason why I love you.” I take the bottle from him and prep us.
The day turns out to be exactly what we wanted and needed: being able to connect again, no work or demands encroaching on us, simply time to be. The conversation is easy and lighthearted for the most of it; although talking about the photographs Callie choreographed is tense, but I am nothing but honest with Corrie and he feels so much happier. We talk more about the outreach program and decide to keep the same name: Revved Up will soon be making it’s mark here. I can’t wait for River to get here, his enthusiasm and energy for the project is endless.
We move indoors; after another energetic round of lovemaking, a shower is deemed necessary. I’m the small spoon as Corrie lies behind me on the sofa, his body pressed firmly against mine. With one hand propping his head up, the other slides so softly over my stomach, I’m not sure he’s even aware of his tender caresses. I glance up and he smiles but his phone rings as he is about to speak. He looks at me before answering it.
“It’s Troy, I can leave it to go to voicemail?”
“Go on, answer it; it could be important.” I close my eyes as his hand leaves my stomach and reaches across to grab his phone and he answers the call. Tuning it out, I concentrate on relaxing again.
“Okay, yeah. See you in a few and, bring food.” Corrie ends the call and places his phone back on the arm of the sofa. “They are coming over, they want to talk to you about something. It seems he doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow now, although he didn’t say what.” Corrie frowns and peers down at me. “They are all coming.”
“Who? What, all? Fuck, Corr, I thought we were getting a lazy evening? I don’t really want to share it with your brother and his husband.”
“Yeah, nor me. But, Nico and Ryan are coming, too, so, it must be something important.” Corrie shifts and I pull myself upright. “I need to put some more clothes on.”
“Yeah, I’m the only one allowed to stare at your naked chest from now on.” I run my hand down his neck and over his chest. “You stay there, I’ll go and grab you a T-shirt.”
Standing up, I lean back over him and drop a kiss on his waiting mouth. “You need to conserve your energy for later.” I whisper over his lips before kissing him again.
“Yeah? I thought your ass was out of action?” He whispers back and runs his hands over my butt.
“Yeah, but yours isn’t.” I step out of his grasp and see his eyes dilate and darken.
By the time our unwanted guests arrive, we are both dressed but sporting kiss-swollen lips and half-hard dicks.
The door swings open and four of the most influential, young business men in the United States walk in, laughing and joking as they carry bags of what smells like Indian food.