Story Orgy – I Am Not Myself, Part 6 – NSFW

Good Monday morning Story Orgy fans! I hope you are warm and healthy wherever you live. I’ve got a post today that should warm the cockles of your heart, among other things.

But first, a couple of announcements: Lee Brazil has a new book available, the FOURTH book in his hot, romantic Truth or Dare series: Taking the Dare. Click on over to Breathless Press and download your copy today.

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Okay, on with the story! This week our prompt was as follows: Before your character knows it, he’s drank a whole bottle of champagne on Valentine’s Day Eve. Why? What happens? Eep! Well, guess we have to jump ahead in our timeline, eh? Ready?

I Am Not Myself

by Hank Edwards

(c) 2012

Valentine’s Eve, cold and snowing outside. Dan’s house was quiet around him except for the noise of the TV. He pushed up from the sofa, stretched, and carried the plastic tray that had held his dinner into the kitchen to dump in the trash. He opened the fridge and scanned the shelves. Old mayonnaise, some eggs, a bit of milk, and a bottle of champagne leftover from New Year’s.

Well, hell, it was Valentine’s Eve, and he was still alone. What better time for champagne? He popped the plastic cork, poured some of the fizzing wine into his glass, and lifted it in a toast.

The champagne was sweet and he thought back to when he had bought it in December. He’d foolishly believed he might have New Year’s Eve off work, but being the rookie detective in his squad didn’t allow him that luxury. And if he hadn’t been at the station, he wouldn’t have been kissed by Jack. The memory of that kiss, the fleeting touch of Jack’s lips out behind the station, made Dan smile.

But that was six weeks ago, and still Dan had yet to talk with Jack about it. He shook his head and wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Jack was a good man who liked him, tolerated Dan’s mood swings, and loved Nora, Dan’s mother, almost as much as Dan did himself. Jack also knew about the stress of Dan’s job, being a patrol officer himself. So what was holding Dan back from pursuing things further? Maybe it was because Jack, who seemed so right, was everywhere in Dan’s life: work, personal, receiving warnings from strangers about Dan’s mother. Sometimes it felt like a weird type of arranged gay marriage. Or maybe it was Fate kicking Dan in the ass and trying to get him to see Jack was the one.

“Hard to tell,” Dan muttered to himself.

A knock at the side door stopped him, brought him around to squint at the face on the other side of the glass.

Jack.

Dan couldn’t contain his smile, despite his mood, and an exuberant, “Jack!” burst from his lips without consideration on how it might sound.

Jack’s smiling response lured Dan to the door where he released the locks and stepped back to allow Jack inside.

“Hey, Dan,” Jack said as he walked past. “Sorry to stop by unannounced.”

“No problem.” Dan held up the champagne bottle. “Just discovered I’m out of beer. Want some?”

Jack took the bottle and looked at it. “Oh, 2011, a very good year.” He handed it back. “I’ll pass.”

Dan scowled. “Oh, when did you become so high falootin? Suit yourself.” He turned to pour more wine into his glass and took a long gulp. “I’ve got this or water to offer you.”

“Water’s good for me. I’ll get it.” Jack brushed past him toward the cabinet and Dan breathed in the smell of body wash or deodorant or shampoo or whatever the hell it was that made up Jack’s unique scent. His cock roused at the scent, so familiar after years driving around in the same squad car together, and he moved to the kitchen table to sit down and hide his condition.

From his position, Dan watched Jack’s back and ass as the man reached up for a glass and then stood wiggling his fingers in the stream of filtered water at the sink as he waited for it to get cold. Jack turned to look at Dan over his shoulder, catching Dan with his gaze fixed on Jack’s ass.

A flush of embarrassment drove Dan to another long gulp of champagne and the wine softened the edges of his nerves as a pleasant warmth tingled through his fingers.
“So what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Jack shrugged. “I hadn’t seen you much around the station. Wanted to check in with you.” He filled his glass with water and sat in the chair to Dan’s right, his knee brushing against Dan’s.

Dan nodded and dropped his gaze to the table as he wondered if the touch had been on purpose or accident. He knew Jack was attracted to him, the kiss on New Year’s Eve proved that, but Dan wasn’t sure if sometime over the last six weeks Jack had given up hope. Maybe he’d moved on to someone else?

The thought of Jack with someone else seemed to call for another gulp of champagne, and the sweet taste and bubbles made him squeeze one eye shut.

“Everything all right, buddy?” Jack asked. “You’re really pounding down that champagne.”

“Yeah, things are fine.” Dan thought he head himself slur, but that couldn’t be right; he’d just started drinking. “Couldn’t be better. How about you?” He cursed himself for the edgy tone he heard in his own voice. What the hell was wrong with him? This was Jack, dammit, why was he being such an asshole?

Jack shrugged and sipped his water, then licked his moist lips, those full, soft lips, with his pink tongue. “It’s been good. Lonely on patrol.”

“Thought you had a new partner? What’s his name?”

“Ryerson.”

“Yeah, knew it was something weird like that.”

Jack snorted a laugh. “You think Ryerson is weird? You with the last name Archer? I mean, come on, that’s not a name, that’s a skill used in war time.”

Dan’s turn to snort a laugh. “All right. Fine. You win.”

“Did I?” Jack’s voice was quiet, serious, and it pulled Dan’s gaze up to meet Jack’s. “Did I win, Dan?”

Here it was. This was it. True confession time. Dan’s system flooded with adrenaline and a high pitched buzz erupted inside his head. He was bad at relationships, he knew it. He was selfish and stubborn and mostly angry and always tired and never wanted to leave the house.

Jack wasn’t any of those things. Jack was the calm inside every storm, the reason tucked within every argument, the light required to cast every shadow.

And Dan had wasted so many years at a chance with Jack because he was too stubborn and thought too little of himself to make the first move.

Not anymore. He could do this. He deserved this.

He chugged the rest of his champagne and looked Jack square in the eye. “You did win, Jack. You won a long time ago, but I never told you about it.”

Suddenly, they were kissing. Dan knew his breath must be horrible, what with the microwaved mac and cheese he had eaten followed by the sweet champagne. But Jack either didn’t notice or didn’t care, and Dan put it out of his head as he focused on the moment.

Jack’s lips were soft, the palm of his hand gentle against Dan’s stubbled cheek.
The kiss last a minute before Jack pulled back, and Dan hardened at the heat in Jack’s expression.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Dan,” Jack said. “Can’t think of being with anyone else.”

Jesus, what a first date, Dan thought. But then he realized that their six years as patrol partners had been their first date. Six years worth of first dates.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Dan admitted, or, most likely, the champagne buzz admitted for him. “I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got.”

Jack kissed him again, flicked his tongue along Dan’s lips before pulling back. “Could be making it better.”

Seeing his glass was empty, Dan picked up the champagne and took a long pull directly from the bottle. Jack laughed, threw back his head and laughed, loud and long. How many years had it been since someone had laughed like that in this house? Or even with Dan himself?

“I’m stubborn and closed off and selfish and paranoid,” Dan said.

Jack smiled and took Dan’s face between his hands. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

It had to have been the champagne, Dan assured himself as he leaned in for another kiss. His lips parted and his tongue met Jack’s, slid around it. The kiss lengthened until, finally, they drew apart to look at each other.

“Bedroom?” Jack asked.

“Definitely,” Dan said. He drank the last swallows of champagne straight from the bottle, stood up, and weaved unsteadily on his feet.

Jack took hold of his upper arm and frowned at him. “Sure you’re up for this, Dan?”

Dan took Jack’s hand and pressed it against his hardened bulge. “What do you think?”

Without another word, Jack grabbed his hand and led Dan through the living room. The stairs were tricky for Dan’s drunken feet, but the sight of Jack’s ass ahead of him kept him upright and allowed him to follow a step at a time.

Clothing was shed quickly, no slow strip tease, and Dan clutched Jack to him, nude, hairy, and warm, Jack’s hard cock grinding against Dan’s. Their kisses intensified, tongues pushing back and forth as each of them touched, squeezed, and cupped the other.

Dan’s head spun from the champagne, from the kiss, from the feel of Jack, finally, Jack, held against him. He knelt and placed a kiss on the tip of Jack’s dick, then opened wide and took him in deep. He savored the salty taste of Jack, the way it lay hard and thick along his tongue. He sucked him for a while until he felt a little dizzy and had to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Sorry,” Dan mumbled. “I’m pretty drunk.”

“If that’s how you perform drunk, I can’t wait until you sober up.” Jack sat next to him and they kissed again, then fell back onto the bed side by side, breaking their kiss to giggle like schoolgirls.

“I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long,” Jack said and pulled Dan close for another kiss.

Dan closed his eyes and let his thoughts go quiet. He wanted to remember this first time with Jack, even though he was drunk from the damn champagne and knew it would cloud his memories.

Jack slid down Dan’s body, tongue out, hands squeezing, stroking. When Jack took Dan’s cock in his mouth, Dan arched his back and groaned. The hot, wet feel of Jack’s mouth almost took him over the edge right away, but Dan managed to hold on. He lay across the bed, holding fistfuls of the sheet beneath him as Jack worked his mouth up and down Dan’s length.

“God you taste good,” Jack said.

“You’ve got me close,” Dan said. “Careful.”

“I need you inside me.” Jack reached over to the nightstand and pulled open a drawer to reveal the lube. He grinned at Dan as he slicked him up. “Same drawer for every gay man.”

“Makes it easier in situations like this,” Dan said, and put his head back, groaning, as Jack’s hand pumped along him.

The mattress dipped when Jack straddled him, and Dan lifted his head to watch as Jack, his handsome, fun-loving, optimistic Jack, lowered himself onto Dan’s cock. The tight, hot grip of Jack’s muscles surrounded Dan, tightened and released around him like a fist, and he closed his eyes, dropped his head to the mattress, and fought to last long enough for Jack to get off.

It didn’t take long. Jack was apparently as close as Dan was himself. He rose and fell on Dan several times, taking him deep and lifting up again, stroking himself until, with a final plunge that took Dan even deeper, his release splashed across Dan’s belly.

That was all it took. Dan gripped Jack’s thighs, pumped up into him, pulled down, pumped up once more, and cried out as he let loose deep inside Jack.

Jack leaned down, still holding Dan inside him, and kissed him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dan,” Jack whispered.

The champagne, the sex, and the lateness of the hour all helped Dan slip away into sleep, but he managed to say, “I love you,” without feeling an ounce of regret.

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Whew! Dan and Jack finally got together! Let’s just hope nothing happens to muck it up. Come back next week for a glimpse of the morning after … and maybe a little something else. I hope you have a great Valentine’s Day, and don’t forget to jump to the other Story Orgy blogs for more hot, smexy reads.

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