The Driver Page 9

  “Fuck,” he muttered and pushed into my hand.

  “What are you doing?” I asked quietly as I squeezed him again.

  “T – trying to get to know you better,” he said quietly with a soft grin, and I couldn’t resist kissing him again, my hands wondering now, cupping his arse and pushing our dicks together, making us both moan.

  I couldn’t work out if he was experimenting with me, or whether he was having fun at my expense, but I was at the end of my self-control.

  I pulled my tongue out of his mouth and started kissing along his jaw, my left hand running through his long curls and my right pushing inside his jeans and finally, finally, feeling him for the first time. He was long, and thick, and probably the best thing I had ever felt in my life. Whatever Kayla had said about his dick, it definitely wasn’t tiny. God, I wanted him.

  I was anticipating a freak out, so I pulled down his pants and sank to my knees just to see if it would make him stop.

  “Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,” was the chant from above me and he carded his fingers through my hair and didn’t move a muscle, waiting for me. He had had plenty of blow jobs, I knew that, but he hadn’t had one from me.

  I opened wide and took all of him in, in one smooth move. He stopped breathing for a second and then let out a long pained growl of pleasure, which would have made me come if I hadn’t held my fingers against the base of my dick and given myself a stern talking to. I wasn’t eighteen; I could last for longer than two minutes.

  I suckled on the head and then ran my tongue down the thick vein underneath. Cal near enough came apart at that, both hands gripping into my hair and he started to very gently pump his hips forward. I took him all the way back, and further still, as the head of his cock slipped briefly down my throat. Yeah, he hadn’t had that before.

  “Fuck, God, that’s so good. Don’t stop. Don’t let me hurt you.” The last in a strangled voice as his hips started to really pound forward. He didn’t have anything to worry about. I wasn’t going anywhere. I could hear his breathing speeding up, and I knew if he hadn’t been deep-throated before he wouldn’t last long. It took another three or four thrusts before he shoved so deep I couldn’t breathe and came in a fountain down the back of my throat and shouted so loudly I was worried my neighbours might have heard.

  I stayed on my knees, committing the taste of him to memory.

  For a while there were no sounds in the room except Cal’s ragged breathing and the faint hum of the appliances in the kitchen. I knew straight away that I needed to be casual about it. I’d fucked up. I should never have let him do it, but I couldn’t resist him any longer, and if he fired me, if this had all been some experiment, then I could live with it as long as he didn’t think he had hurt my feelings. I pulled back, finally, swallowing the last and discreetly wiping my mouth. I was about to rise to my feet when he startled me by kneeling on the floor in front of me and sticking his tongue back in my mouth.

  I hadn’t expected anything so forward, or so arousing from him. I had thought he would awkwardly pull up his trousers and get out of here, mumbling something about returning the car in the morning. Instead, he was leaning fully into me, his tongue jabbing into my mouth with a vicious need to possess and I couldn’t get enough.

  Suddenly he put both hands on my shoulders, shoved me backwards until I hit the kitchen floor, and after a brief struggle with my belt, yanked off my suit pants.

  “Cal,” I said in a voice too high for my own, “what are you - fuuuck.” And his mouth was round my cock.

  His lips were soft and smooth and he lapped at the head for several seconds before taking me in to the root. It took me a moment of shock to realise that this couldn't possibly be his first blow job, before I lost all coherent sense and just groaned. I knew I was going to come in minutes. The long film, and the foot rub, and all of the wonderful things we’d shared that day just made my hips start to thrust upward and his tongue moved over me, his head bobbing at a blinding speed and his purpose was clear.

  He was making me come, as quickly and as efficiently as he could. I tried to hold off, I hadn’t come this fast for years, but I couldn’t stop it. I looked down, and those deep blue eyes looked back and I came, hard and fast, and he swallowed every drop.

  After a few seconds when I came back down to Earth again, he was leaning back with a satisfied grin. To my amazement he lay down on top of me, our flaccid cocks pressed against each other and he gave me a gentle kiss and then laid his head on my chest without a word.

  “Fuck,” I said quietly.

  “Yeah.”

  It took a while for either of us to move, let alone have a conversation, and he seemed reluctant to discuss it but I had one very obvious question, or rather statement, to make as we eventually disentangled from one another and stood up.

  “You’ve been with men before.” He glanced over – a slight frown and then he shrugged.

  “A few.” And then instead of righting his clothes he was stripping them off, until he was completely and gloriously naked. I didn’t even try to hide how obviously I was staring. He gave me a cocky grin and walked right up toward my bed and got under the covers, the arrogant little shit.

  I was so tired from not having slept properly in thirty six hours; I couldn’t muster the energy to tell him to leave. Or, that’s what I told myself.

  I rarely allowed anyone to stay the night. Not in this flat. At least he slept on the opposite side to me. I walked up onto the little raised part of my living room, which made up my bedroom and watched his rumpled beautiful head turn toward me with a surprised and vaguely irritated look, well come on in then.

  I hesitated, looking out at the night, wondering what the morning would bring. I knew that I would be looking for a new job soon. There was no way Cal could sustain his interest in me for much longer.

  “Jay, do you want me to leave?”

  I looked down at him, this kid who was so wrong for me and was tempted to say ‘yes’ just because of how much I didn’t want him to go.

  I climbed into bed beside him and after a second pulled him over. He rolled into me and became the little spoon. I closed my eyes breathing him in.

  “Go to sleep Cal.”

  “You want me to leave? “

  “I haven’t decided.”

  And that was the honest truth. He pushed back against my chest, almost like he was cuddling into me. And then he settled down to go to sleep. I thought it would take me hours to sleep and rest, getting him out of my head, but it was more like seconds. I slept like a baby for the first time in years.

  CHAPTER NINE

  I woke up to the sound of the shower running. The sheets beside me were still warm, and I had an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach that felt an awful lot like guilt.

  I was a grown man and shouldn’t have had any time for regrets over my choices in the bedroom, but nevertheless I felt guilty. I stared at the ceiling for several minutes telling myself that we were both adults and I really didn’t have anything to be concerned over, but it wouldn’t go away.

  I looked at the clock beside my bed, astonished to see it wasn’t even six yet. That meant Cal was up because he needed to be somewhere, or he was feeling just as off balance as me. Somehow both options didn’t alleviate my discomfort and I knew if I didn’t have a lot of time to ponder it because I had to be at the café by seven.

  I listened to Cal in the bathroom for a long time, imagining the water running down his naked body, and I realised that all I wanted to do was go in there and plaster myself against his skin.

  So I went for a run.

  The air was crisp and cold and I was getting sloppy with the routes I was taking. I’d been doing my 5k too often, and I was getting tired as I reached my third mile.

  I told myself I kept running because I needed the exercise and my muscles were getting flabby, but really it was in the hope that when I got back Cal would be gone.

  I needed to act like the adult but I was exhausted from the funeral and the em
otional toll I had absorbed from spending all my time with him for the past two days. I felt as though every moment I spent with Cal was tainted with the reality of who he was. The man I had spent the last four months getting to know was not the real Cal; that much was obvious.

  The person I had met over the last couple of days was someone new, someone fragile, and the cocky CEO’s son with his lap full of the latest blonde or brunette did not fit that picture.

  I ran beneath a large oak tree at the edge of a path where some small dogs were playing as their owner stared numbly at his phone, and tried to put myself in Cal’s shoes.

  I had spent a lot of my twenties in denial. Every time I went home with a guy I would put it down to a one-off. I’d make sure the next night was a woman, or the next week was filled with women, just to convince myself I was bisexual. Some people are bisexual, but I was gay. I just wanted to believe I wasn’t.

  Eventually, the women stopped satisfying me, no matter what I did, and I ended up hurting someone very badly. She’d been expecting a proposal, and instead she got a breakup. I would never forget the look on her face when I told her the truth. I hadn’t had a serious relationship since then; even Hiroshi had always been clearly marked as temporary. The investment in the other person always seemed foolhardy, as though it was inevitable that it would blow up in my face. The occasional hook-ups worked with my lifestyle, I was always on the road – literally – and I couldn’t spend much time at home, especially since the cafe shifts had started getting more regular.

  With Cal I was starting to think an investment was inevitable. I knew that he would keep me on my toes, that he was too young for me, and far too good looking. Even watching him walk across the room was a turn on. How would I ever get bored of that? I needed to get out of this situation before someone, most likely me, got broken into pieces.

  That’s why when I got back to my flat; I think it was written all over my face that I was hoping he would be gone.

  He was pouring cereal into a bowl in the kitchen, with two cups of coffee behind him. It was nice, friendly – familiar. All my insecurities and worries and guilty feelings came to the surface and I think I slammed the door.

  He jumped, looking up at me, the cereal still pouring into the bowl like a bad cartoon. He stopped just before he’d poured nearly half the box in, and he stared at me. I knew he saw it. The terror on my face, morphed into a twisted expression of anger and annoyance. I wanted him out of my life, physically, metaphorically, in every sense of the word. I needed him to be my employer, and nothing more. The fact that he was everything other than that at this moment, and that all I wanted to do was get his clothes off and fuck him over the breakfast bar just cemented my resolve.

  I walked into the living room, and threw my keys onto the coffee table. I needed to get changed and get out the door if I was going to stop Martin from having heart failure at my being late and I didn’t want to explain where I needed to be to Cal, who shouldn’t even have been in my fucking flat.

  I turned. He was still staring at me. He hadn’t taken the milk out of the fridge and he hadn’t started eating the cereal, he just seemed to be waiting, so I knew that he was finally ready to listen to me. God, I didn’t want to say what I said, but somehow it just slipped out.

  “I was expecting you not to be here. Aren’t you supposed to be with your Dad today?”

  There was a long silence, and his eyes never left mine. I was looking everywhere but at him, but I knew where he was looking because I could feel the heat of it burning into the back of my skull.

  “I was going to head off after breakfast, actually, but I think if this is the attitude you’re going to have today I might fuck off now and leave you to it.”

  I winced. I had brought this on myself, and logically I knew however cruel I was being, it was for the best, but my chest hurt.

  He stalked away from me into the bedroom, where he had spent the night curled around my body, and grabbed his shoes.

  “Cal.”

  “Yes, John-boy? I heard you loud and clear, you don’t have to say another fucking word.”

  I clenched my fists and walked over to him. He smelled of my shampoo and my infuriating cock really liked that.

  “Cal, I just meant –”

  “Don’t take it back now, you were doing so well. I get it. I’m a kid who bosses you around and my Dad pays your bills. You didn’t want me to stay the night, and you definitely wanted me to sneak off in the morning so you didn’t have to deal with the fall out. I read you wrong, that’s all, and I thought you might actually enjoy spending time with me.”

  I was angrier with myself at this point than I was with him.

  “Cal, that’s not -”

  “Blah, blah, blah. You’re sorry if you hurt my feelings. You don’t need to come to this pity party anymore, Jay, everything’s cool. I’m not firing you, look how mature I’m being.”

  He shoved his shoes on and marched to the door grabbing his keys and his phone from the breakfast bar, the uneaten and over filled bowl of cereal abandoned beside him.

  “Oh, and I meant to say,” he turned and opened the door, “you can keep the privacy screen private from now on. I’m gonna be busy in the back.” And then he left, slamming the door with far more spectacular drama than I could ever have managed, and left me standing in the middle of my empty flat, wanting to throw something.

  Well? I had wanted him gone, and now he was.

  Well. Bloody. Done.

  ~

  I turned up at the café a lot later than I should have. It was still closed but I knew Martin needed to head off and he’d only come here first to drop off the money for the till. He was obviously stressed and gave me a look I knew well as I opened the door. I don’t know whether all siblings can see irritation in a sideways glance, but I could.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t bother; I know you’re never late unless it’s something serious. Did you get laid or something?”

  My stomach turned over. “No. And I’m not that late.”

  “If I don’t get the girls to school on time it is a big deal. You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago.”

  “I know that.”

  “Were you up late? You look awful.”

  “Well, thanks. Yes I was up late.”

  He shook his head. “That little shit.”

  “Marv -”

  “Never mind that.” He looked at his watch, his eyes staying on it for too many seconds to just need to check the time. “Listen, I need to talk to you.”

  I frowned at him. “I thought you said you were already late.”

  “I have about five minutes, but I wanted to talk to you before we left, I thought we’d have time.” He turned to the twins, who were sitting quietly behind him, their little blonde heads looking down at their tablets, seemingly unaware of our existence. “Molly, you look after your sister for a second, ok?” He received a lovely lilting giggle from Molly, who loved it when she was ‘in charge’ even though she was only about three minutes older than her sister. Cassie pouted and Martin gave her a very loving but stern look, then he pulled me into the stock room and shut the door.

  “What’s happened? You’re scaring me.” I said, quietly.

  “Stop being so dramatic.”

  It wasn’t a good start to the conversation and I was already on edge from my exchange that morning with Cal, so it was unsurprising that I was already angry with him before he dropped the bomb.

  “I didn’t want to have this conversation at the last minute and I certainly didn’t want to do it when I have to leave straight afterwards, but I’ve been putting it off and now things have come to a head.”

  “Martin, spit it out.”

  I saw his eyes harden; I only called him Martin when I was annoyed. Eventually he continued.

  “A few weeks ago I had a call from someone who is interested in investing in the business. It was so preliminary at the time, and we were right on the cusp of getting the planning appl
ication in, that I didn’t mention it to you. I wasn’t even interested at the time, but since we submitted the preliminary plans to the council for expansion all we’ve had back from them are inspections and mounting questions. To be frank, I feel like with these extra demands it sounds like this project is becoming more trouble than it’s worth.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “So the offer has been at the back of my mind for a while.”

  I leaned back against his desk and just stared at him. It was so out of the blue I was automatically on the defensive.

  “What offer? Who is this ‘interested’ person?”

  “Her name is Thea Robinson. She’s currently investing in a line of small businesses and works locally to here. She likes the model we’ve put together for a late-night restaurant, come café, and she asked me to meet with her. It was a few weeks back and I hadn’t responded, but then I had another call from her last night. She’s really interested and I honestly think we should at least speak to her and see what she has to say.”

  I felt slightly numb. I also, simultaneously, felt betrayed and upset that he hadn’t mentioned it to me before. I had a horrible feeling in the back of my stomach.

  “Investing in what we have now? Or investing in the business idea?”

  He paused and I knew my instinct had been right.

  “In the idea. She has some venues across London that she owns. She would want us to move the operation over to a new location. She gave me the rough details. It’s bigger and more robust, in terms of the amenities, compared to what we would have had if we expanded into the place next door.”

  He obviously saw the fury on my face because he held up his hands, about to placate me. I stood up, and was amazed at the anger that came through in my voice.

  “You want to sell Mama’s Hut? This place is your life Martin; it was a dream you and Marie had together. I don’t understand how you could even consider letting this place go. You always said you never would.”

  “I know that’s what I said but things change, Jon. I feel like we would be throwing away an opportunity if we didn’t hear her out. And we might not get the planning application approved. If that happens we would have always had to sell. We can’t keep this place indefinitely without more income coming in.”