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CHAPTER 9 - COOLING DOWN
My breath caught in my throat as a wave of dread washed over me, the weight of those words I couldn’t handle. And in this moment, surrounded by my recent actions and the question of what this message meant. I was frozen in the locker room. What I had done but what did this mean. What would he say? What should I respond to the message?
Talk about what? My only reaction.
I thought about all the scenarios, him staying in Chicago in definitely, but him connecting with someone while there. Conversations that start with needed to talk couldn’t be good. I was dreading any direction this could go.
“Damien? Are you good?” a voice said, pulling me from my train of thought. It was Jared, entering the locker room, probably to cool down for a bit or to finish his workout and head out. I was too distracted to notice which.
I was still stuck on the realm I had entered just moments ago; it was routine. It was apart of my workout. It was the culture at the gym. I had separated myself from it when it came to Rome but in reality, what Rome and I had, or what I thought what had grew out of the things that existed in the locker room. I could admit I didn’t regret what happened. I could see the option of the switch flipping and going back to before, with no strings attached, no names, just moments but we made it passed that.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good,” I finally responded.
“Oh cool, just you seem lost in thought. Standing there for a moment frozen.” Jared stated.
“It’s just this message, I just got from Rome. Wondering how I should respond.”
“What did he say?”
“That we needed to talk.”
“Hmm. In person? Over the phone? Or with a text?”
Jared made a good point. The message did leave it open. My response could lean into figuring out how this talk would go but also where. Were we going to meet in person? Did Rome make it back?
“Right, I’ll find out. Let me get dressed and find out,”
“Good, hope it goes well,”
Jared left and went back into the gym, and I finally started to take my things out my locker and get dressed. There was no need to overreact, no point in creating scenarios when whatever was coming would be made aware.
I returned to myself, some sense of things being normal as I gathered everything and placed it in my gym bag. My eyes caught him on the way out. I didn’t catch his name but the sight of him, fully clothes, walking to leave the locker room brought me back to who I was moments ago, in the shower, with him, and how it felt and how I needed that. A smile dared to come across my face. I knew I would want that again.
I was done with my workout. I was done with my time at the gym. I had responded to the text message. “Cool, we definitely should catch up. Are you back?”
Finally responding took away the pressure of things. Apart of me was no longer weighing the possibilities of what our talk could be. Hours seemed to pass without confirmation or an answer, so it made the initial feeling of someone else seem to be true.
I continued to distract myself with work and gym sessions, but the knowledge that bad news was looming from Rome's message, made for me being pulled further into the realms that existed in the locker room. There were too many men, walking around naked or in a towel, sweaty during workouts, watching me while I worked out, nearby when I took a break or in view with eye on me in the mirrors.
The temptation made for cutting my work out short to enter the heat of the sauna or steam room. As many times that I could find myself in this other world, scenarios would always play out differently and never what I would imagine.
“I’ll be back next week.” the response finally came but I was already undressing and putting my things in the locker and heading to shower. I was aware of what was happening inside and seeing who was heading back there, I was already feeling the heat come over me.
Rome’s messages were unable to pull me back. I entered the sauna finding the unnamed guy again and others wrapped up in him, licking and sucking on his body, while he made out with another guy, I saw eyeing me. The sight turned me on that I couldn’t contain my want of being a part of it. I found a spot in the middle, hands immediately found their way to caress over me, pulling my towel open, unleashing my hard dick which was throbbing with excitement. I felt a warm mouth taking me in and then hands jerking my dick afterwards.
This version of me was someone else. I pulled
him away from his make out session to start one of my own with him, kissing him passionately, while I stared the guy from the other day in his eyes. His caramel complexion, toned and muscular, dripping with sweat, I watched him watching me tease him with the guy he had chosen to play with instead of waiting for me. I could tell he was Latin, and he was just as hot. His hands rubbing my legs, finding my dick in between the guys attempting to lick and suck it themselves. He started jerking me off and I returned the favor while maintaining eye contact with ‘caramel complexion.’
This was hotter than porn scenes or maybe the feeling of being within it made it so, plus the sauna heat. I broke away from kissing the hot Latin guy to find my mouth on his dick that I needed a taste of. Had I taken the teasing too far?
There was no time to think about it. I could feel my dick being sucked, my body feeling the intensity of it as I attempted to give the same feeling to this guy.
I just knew I wanted this feeling, I wanted more. It was unexpected that Mr. Caramel wanted my mouth for his own dick and suddenly my body was being directed off the Latin guy to him who was now standing on the sauna bench facing us both. His control of my body pushed my face to his dick, parting my lips so it can enter. He was just as tasty as ‘his friend’ and the feeling I couldn’t escape from going further. I was sucking harder than I had been now that this position was more comfortable than leaning over but also because I was sucking against the force of him pushing me into his hard dick, forcing its way down my throat.
The sounds of moans took over, his friends face leaning next to mine, I could feel him waiting his turn and he didn’t have to wait long as Mr. Caramel’s big dick slipped out of my mouth, and he directed his body to his friend. His dick pushing its way between both of our lips, we were lick and sucking and found ourselves making out with his dick and each other. I could feel what it must’ve been like for the mouths fighting for my own dick except we were in his control as he held our heads, pushing his dick in and out of my mouth and then his friend’s.
“Fuck y’all both sucking me up so good,” I heard.
I hadn’t heard his voice since the last time which felt so long ago but it sent chills through me. The way he commanded us, the control was his for whatever we would do next.
“Wait, stand up. Turn around for me.” He paused our make out suck session and guided both of us up. It was almost shocking that he commanded us both and wasn’t just talking to me but even though there was barely any room, we both did, presenting our asses to him and letting his hands feel around. My lips couldn’t help but continue kissing his friend as I could feel him playing with my hole, smacking my ass.
“Yess,” I moaned into the continued kissing that was happening. This was hot. It was hot. Too hot. The intense feelings: I needed a break but I couldn’t stop, wanting more. Sweat was dripping off me, and I had since lost my towel to the crowd as they participated in their own pleasures with me and now around us. “Damn, might need to cool down but damn I don’t want this to stop,”
There was an unspoken agreement, it was decided it was time to cool off and I followed them out of the darkness of the sauna. Most of the showers were occupied leaving one available for a quick rinse. It didn’t cross my mind at first until we were all inside and the cold water ran down on our bodies. Our lips continued kissing. Our hands continued feeling all over each other. Dick stood at attention at the pleasure that continued in the shower. I had been distracted from everything in this moment, there was a level of laughter or giddiness at how it was playing out.
It all came to an end as we stepped out of the shower and started walking back to the sauna. I grabbed a fresh towel and caught a glimpse of Jared in one of the mirrors which somehow brought me back to a sense of reality.
If only he knew what was going on here.
I peeled away from the desires as the continued to the sauna and distracted Jared as he splashed water on his face.
“Thought today would be an off day for you,” I spoke.
“No days off.” he responded when he noticed it was me. I watched his eyes in the reflection look over to me and down at my chest and abs before he turned to face me. “I’m guessing you already got your workout in?”
“Yeah,” I spoke. In more ways than one. “Had to distract myself from, you know.
“How’s that been?” We headed into the locker room towards our usual locker.
“You know,” I trailed off realizing my distraction from things had brought me back to what I was trying to not think about. I reached around my locker for my phone. “I guess I will find out next week. But you know part of me already has an answer to things.”
From my phone, I took notice to Jared taking his gym shirt off as he flexed a little. Maybe I imagined it. It was the first time I took notice to his body. It didn’t take a lot to notice how in shape he was, but this was the first time I was this close to really see and examine his chest and abs. I was visibly affected that I need to adjust my growing dick under the towel.
“So why the back and forth?” he responded. I had almost lost track of what we were talking about as he got changed his tank top to a t-shirt.
“Good question. What if I’m wrong?” I looked back over the message history between me and Rome. What if I missed something? I was starting to question it again.
I’ll be back next week.
Shouldn’t the words excite me? The thought that we would pick up where we left off. Could we?
I didn’t respond again. I fumbled around for clothes and put my phone away. My towel fell from its placement around me, exposing my naked body.
“Rome would be wrong leaving all of that?” I heard the words. I focused on getting dressed, it was just me and Jared by our lockers, there was a difference I was starting to notice in him. I glanced over to him, he didn’t look away, his eyes right on me, watching me get dress, looking over my abs and body.
“All of what?” I said, even though I caught on to what he meant.
“This.” he stood from the bench he was seated on near our lockers, and his hands found their way to my side as he explain the ‘this’ he was referring to.
Was this happening?
“Oh,” I thought. The realization of multiple things at once. The first being Jared showing more interest in me than I realized to be an option between. The second being both not seeing it sooner but the added situation pushing its way between Rome and me.
“But you should know that. How could anyone leave you hanging for days, weeks, months, hell even a minute.”
I wasn’t expecting his words. I couldn’t come up with a response. I stared into Jared, trying to understand the meaning of his words. But I couldn’t deny I understood he was right but also I wasn’t denying whatever shift had happened between us.
His hands slipped off of me. I almost didn’t want him to but it was confusing. If I actually put together all of the things that was currently happening, I wasn’t in the right mindset for anything to happen with Jared and for it to be right, especially with things still up in the air with Rome.
I could feel myself smiling as I continued getting dressed.
“What are you doing after this?”
I still couldn’t find words. The words were an invitation. How could I play it and it make sense. There was too much going on for me to say what came to mind.
Whatever you’re doing.
“I don’t know.” I could still feel myself smiling. Somehow, I had become shy. There was only a few words or thoughts left before I was either in Jared’s lap or making out with him. Why was I suddenly overthinking it?
Rome.
“I know you have things to figure out, but we should hang some time and you will.”
“We should- I mean let me figure this out.” I hated the feeling of the words coming out. Moments ago, I was dripping with sweat and being teased to the point I could have been in the sauna being fucked with the other guys who were currently in there, enjoying the pleasure and each other.
The thought came to mind, how much my body was ready for more and I stepped away from it and discovered this thing between myself and Jared. I was still horny. The way his eyes stared into me, how was I not on my knees for him right in this moment?
Suddenly there was options and things to move on to so if things were done with Rome, there wasn’t anything to worry about.
Right?
Jared walked away with my number, and I was on my way home with a message from him saying this was his number. I was also staring at the screen of the message from Rome that I hadn’t answered. I couldn’t even be mad if anything did happen with him while he was away.
“Can’t wait to see you,” I finally responded. I didn’t know I felt that way.
And then, finally, the day arrived. I stood outside Rome's apartment, my heart pounding in my chest as I hesitated before knocking on the door. It felt foreign to me that I remembered how to get to his place. I had detached from the routine of coming to what felt like our home in the time Rome was gone. Another thing pushing us apart was the fact that he didn’t come back to me ‘in our home’ or I didn’t meet him as soon as he landed.
When Rome opened the door, the look in his eyes was enough to send a chill down my spine. There was a heaviness to his gaze, a weariness that mirrored the turmoil swirling inside me.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. I stood in the doorway frozen, not knowing how to respond, feeling like we had become strangers. He still looked great, but the awkwardness was heavy.
“Hey,” I replied, my own voice unsure if I should’ve said more.
We stood there for a moment; the silence lingered too long. Our eyes met, saying more than our words spoke.
“C’mere,” Rome said. His tone reminding me of how things used to be between us. I walked in catching a smile on his face. It caught me off guard, but it removed the tension that I was feeling. Something changed in meeting faced to face. He pulled me into his embrace. It wasn’t what I was expecting but I didn’t resist when his lips pressed against mine and his tongue slipped inside of my mouth. I missed this.
His hands were pulling my clothes off of me. I let him. We need to talk but he wanted to fuck. I was slowly being pulled to the desire of what was happening. It had been too long. His lips kissing mine, licking my neck, undressing me, I couldn’t pull myself away. I started undressing him and remembered his body clearer now that it was in front of me and I could feel him next to me.
What were we fighting about? Were we fighting?
We had entered the bedroom;, I was down to my underwear and Rome was pulling off his pants.
“I missed you,” he said in between kissing me.
I did too?
Rome pushed me on the bed. I took in the view of his naked body as he climbed on top of me. “Almost two months without you. without this, can’t believe I…”
He trailed off as he licked over me, pulling my underwear off.
I was his again.
I let the feeling take over me, as he continued, there was still a conversation that needed to happen, but I lost the battle to deny what was happening. I was already turned faced down and Rome was preparing to enter me.
“Yes, fuck me,” I was ready.
I need it. I need to feel him inside. Its where he belonged. This feeling was all I wanted.
“Look how your body calls for me. I know you want this dick.”
I did want it. I couldn’t lie.
“You missed this dick, didn’t you?”
“Yes daddy, I did. Give it to me.”
In the moment the words came out, I meant it. I did miss him. I did miss us like this, but I was torn with the experience without him. It felt good when he slid inside me and the weight of his body on top of me, took control of my body.
I was moaning for more. I was throwing my ass back into him. “Deeper.”
He started fucking into me harder and faster.
“I like it when you moan like that. Tell me how you want it,”
“Deeper. Fuck me,”
The feeling of him inside of me reminded me why I was still holding on to hearing him out. We couldn’t be over. It was like we were picking up where we left off with him going deep inside me, it was loud and clear. It was the answer I needed; him fucking me into the mattress til he was cumming inside of me. It made the decision for everything I was weighing.
Or so I thought so.
It was moments after it was over that I thought we would lay in each other’s embrace, drenched and sweat and cum but this was different. This wasn’t a confirmation of things being back to the way they were. I felt the weight of the unspoken conversation turn heavy.
“So, Chicago might be happening.”
I didn’t react. It could’ve meant anything. Maybe I could consider going with him.
“That’s great? Been waiting to hear how it went.”
“Yes, a lot of things happened.” I watch his expression, as he searched for the words. “I don’t know if I decided yet. I don’t know where things stand with us or if everything that happened won’t matter,”
“What do you mean?”
I shouldn’t have asked. It became overwhelming to hear it put into words. Him having to go back to Chicago again. Things being left with him traveling back and forth to us being exclusive or open while we were together.
“Are we together?” I asked. “Just felt like I wasn’t even a part of all the great moments that was happening. Left everything up in the air while I tried to figure out what we were doing and now Chicago. A decision that I don’t know everything about being in the equation.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to…” he started and trailed off.
“And I missed you. I thought we were over. But this.” I had more to say. Things I wanted to say this whole time. Things I didn’t realize would become the words I would say. “You haven’t even said what’s missing from this Chicago situation.”
I was upset. I had gotten out of his bed and was searching for my clothes.
“That situation. It’s not this. It’s not us. I want us, even with everything.”
“He’s not me.” I stated to correct what Rome didn’t say.
He didn’t deny it.
I couldn’t be mad though. We were two sides of the same coin.
“I need to get some air,”
[TO BE CONTINUED?]
Author's notes: What will this reveal mean for Damien's dynamic with Rome. And where does that leave all of his Locker Room escapades... and what about Jared?
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