Page 39 of Saved By the Pitcher

“If that was a yes to cock-sucking, I’ll have your coffee and toast ready right away!” Mike joked, jumping out of bed and hauling his bare ass into the kitchen, leaving James to snigger at his exiting nakedness.

Once the coffee was done and the toast was ready, Mike was surprised when James emerged from the bedroom still undressed. It was a pleasant surprise that James would indulge in sharing breakfast nude.

The two sat on counter stools side-by-side, eating their food and drinking their beverages. They didn’t talk. They just touched each other’s arms and pressed each other’s bare legs together. Once done, James took the dishware and utensils to the sink and deposited them. He turned and saw that Mike had been watching his every move.

“Your ass cheeks look so nice in motion,” Mike observed.

James smirked. “Full circle. I believe that’s what you admired when you first saw me on stage.”

“It was. But it’s so much better when they aren’t covered.” Mike drooled. “And that huge dick—wow. I like watching that sucker swing when you’re walking.”

James strode to the other side of the counter, faced Mike and leaned his arms across to take Mike’s hands in his. “It’s official. I slept with a voyeur. A very perverted, relentless voyeur. But glad you enjoyed the show. How about we brush our teeth and take that shower now? Billy’s sweet, but he gets impatient if you keep him waiting.”

Mike nodded and stayed in place until James circled around the counter so they could leave the kitchen together. In the ensuite, James handed Mike a wrapped, unused toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste, then walked over to the toilet to relieve himself. While Mike brushed, he watched his man taking a piss, and he found the intimacy domestic and heartwarming. When he noticed James giving him a side-eye, Mike decided to refrain from sharing the in-love couple part of his thinking. “Kind of hot,” he mumbled with a mouthful of toothpaste and brush protruding from his lips.

James snickered, shaking his cock to drain any remaining drops. “Like I said in the kitchen…”

James bumped Mike with his arm to give him room at the vanity so he could wash his hands. He took his own toothbrush and began to brush his teeth.

Mike spit into the sink and washed his mouth, then looked back at James. “I can’t help it, James. You’re the guy I’ve always dreamed of being with.” Mike caught James’ reflection in the mirror, and he could tell there was sadness and a bit of retreat. Mike decided to turn his statement into a joke. “I mean, who wouldn’t have pictured a dick like yours on their fantasy man?”

James seemed to relax and rolled his eyes. Mike moved to the can and let loose his own stream of pee, finishing as James completed brushing and gargling.

Mike took it upon himself to open the glass door to the shower and turn on the hot water. He then held out a hand to James, inviting him to join. Under the hot spray, James followed through on his promise to Mike, letting the man relieve him orally before they washed each other.

Once they had dried off and dressed, it was time for them to leave the apartment and part ways. Mike turned James around at the doorway, pressing him against the frame. “I need to kiss you one more time, James. Please.”

James nodded, falling into Mike’s arms. The two kissed with passion until James pulled away a couple of minutes later. “Mike, I have to go.”

“I know.” Mike frowned. He rested his forehead against James’, closing his eyes. “Please don’t make me wait another week to see you, James.”

James was quiet. Mike opened his eyes to receive a nod that appeared more like uncertainty.

“Let’s go,” James whispered.

Chapter Thirteen

James and Billy ventured through multiple stores throughout the jewelry district, passing on almost every ring because of price. Billy’s limited budget didn’t match what he thought was suitable for Nadia.

When they neared a pawn shop, James suggested they peek inside. Though Billy was reluctant to buy his girlfriend a second-hand ring, he acquiesced, saying it was better to get something nice than something new and cheesy. James didn’t love the sketchiness of the place, but they did have engagement rings. One of the rings caught the eyes of both brothers.

“That’s beautiful,” Billy whispered to James. James had advised before entering the store to avoid letting on that he wanted something so they’d have greater bargaining ability.

“It is,” James concurred. “Based on what we’ve been seeing, this would be twice as much brand new.”

“How do we know it’s genuine?”

James shrugged, then walked to the counter to question the salesman. “The one my brother is looking at, is it a genuine diamond?”

“Yes, sir,” the older man responded with a charlatan smile. “Purchase it today, and I’ll knock off another hundred.”

“We’ll buy today, with cash, if you knock off another five hundred dollars, and you write us a money-back-guarantee that an expert appraiser will value the ring at the price we paid or better,” James offered.

“Why not just hold a gun to my head if you want to steal it?” the owner barked.

“Okay. Come on, Billy. Plenty of other pawn shops,” James suggested.

“Fine,” the owner agreed with an irritated tone. “Since you’re paying cash.”