Part 9. Nice Guys Finish Last...Or Do They?: Jason's Perspective
As John Roberts and I rode up in the elevator, making out - he in a drunken stupor and me stone cold sober - I was faced with a decision...a decision that was more difficult than you'd think. My hard cock, straining in my pants, wanted me to extend this make out session to John's bed in his hotel room and take it as far as his "bourbon goggles" would allow me to. But, my sense of decency and my fear of how John would react in the light of the next day wanted me to plop him into his bed and then go back to my room and have a frustrating - and memory-filled - jack-off session in my own bed.
Now, it was time for the moment of truth. I was standing outside the door to his room. John was draped over my body, leaning against me for support and giggling absent-mindedly as he nibbled and licked on my ear. Damn, he wasn't making this decision any easier! Because I suspected that, once he had sobered-up, John would never act this way toward me again, I really wanted to make some memories to call back on in the future when I thought about him.
I stuck John's key into the lock and guided him inside and over to the bed. He laid down, still giggling goofily. When I stood next to the bed, looking at him, still trying to decide what to do (I was acting like this was Sophie's Choice, or something), he looked up at me and grabbed my arm with his hand, trying to pull me downward onto the bed. "C'mon, Jay Jay...! I want to do what I want to do. I want you to have your way with me!" Fuck, I wanted that too!
Then, as if I was having an epiphany, I realized I couldn't go through with it. It wasn't how I was raised. And, if I had gone any further with John in the state he was in, it would be considered taking advantage of him. It occurred to me that, not only would our friendship and working relationship be changed forever, but I might not be able to live with the fact that I'd taken advantage of a drunk man who was unable to consent to whatever I'd do to his body.
Trying to resist all of my urges, I removed all of John's clothes except his boxers and pulled the bed covers over him (taking time to quickly feel his well-defined and hairy chest a couple times - I AM a man, after all...), doing my best not to pay attention to the tented-out boxers. I was about to turn off the light and go back to my room when I caught sight of him, passed out on the bed. I didn't want to leave him like that. What if he got sick in the night? I decided to stay the night in John's room.
I didn't trust myself enough to sleep next to him in the bed, so I grabbed a blanket out of the closet and laid down to try and get some sleep on the lumpy, uncomfortable couch on the other side of the room.
Somehow, I managed to get some sleep on that damned uncomfortable couch. When I woke up sometime after 8:00am, I looked out the window to see a virtual winter wonderland down below and the snow was still falling hard. I turned the TV on with the volume low so I wouldn't wake John. The weatherman said a foot of snow had already fallen and another foot and a half was expected before the storm wound-down tonight. I figured that meant the whole PST conference was going to get canceled. I turned the TV off and decided that I'd grab a shower and then see about getting breakfast for John and I for after he woke up.
In the shower, under the hot spray of the water, I was finally able to release all of the pent up desire from last night. My hard, insistent dick responded to my lathering hands. In a matter of minutes. I was spraying cum into the tub to be washed down the drain. Damn, it felt good to get off. I wish it had happened last night with John. But I actually felt like I'd made the right decision. I finished drying off, tied my towel around my waist and padded out to see if I could call the front desk and get a recommendation for an alternative to the room service breakfast, which I was certain would be expensive. When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw John lying in bed, looking at me. Glad he was awake, I said good morning to him. In response, he brought his hand to his forehead and asked, "What in the hell did I do last night?" Not exactly the response I had hoped for after the way I looked after him last night.
Trying to lighten the mood, I grinned at him. "You got drunk as a skunk. That's what you did!
"My head pounding as much as it is, I figured that much. What I'm talking about is why I'm practically naked in bed and you're coming out of my bathroom wrapped only in a towel."
"Oh that..." I tried to laugh it off. "I took your clothes off, put you in bed, and then slept on the couch. When I woke up this morning, I felt like having a shower and didn't want to go back to my room to do it. Sorry."
"Oh..." he reacted as he rubbed his face with his hands, trying to clear out the cobwebs. "No problem."
I grabbed my clothes from last night and headed back toward the bathroom. As I got dressed, I called out to him. "Listen, I was on my way downstairs to see about breakfast - or at least some coffee. Why don't I let you get your bearings? Then, we can talk some more."
I came out of the bathroom to find him sitting up on the bed with his legs slung over onto the floor. Seeing him there in just his boxers made him so hard to resist. It was taking all of my willpower not to go over there and lay a hot kiss on him. "Okay." I could tell John was still trying to make sense of it all. "Sounds good." I'll give you some money when you get back."
"No worries," I smiled back at him as I opened the door. "You bought pizza last night. Breakfast is on me."
Riding down to the lobby in the elevator, I couldn't help but flash back to the events of last night. Not even eight hours ago, John and I were standing in this very spot, kissing like a couple of long-lost lovers. Oh how I wish I was back up in his room, naked in bed with him. No one ever said doing the noble thing was easy.
Twenty minutes later, after charming the fifty-something concierge, I was headed back upstairs with eggs, sausage, coffee, and orange juice...all free of charge. When John opened the door for me, he was holding his phone out in front of him, but he wordlessly motioned for me to come inside as he walked back to his bed. "I miss you all SO MUCH! I love you and I can't wait to be home!"
Then, I heard his wife's voice. "Say love you and bye-bye to Daddy..." followed by the sound of his kids' voices, "Bye-bye, Daddy! Love you!" If I wasn't certain before, I was certain now. I definitely did the right thing last night. If I'd done the wrong thing and my actions affected those kids in a negative way, I would've felt like such a prick.
"Love you, Honey," I heard his wife say.
"Love you too, Babe. I gotta go. Bye!" He ended the video chat. "Sorry about that. I wanted to check in with the family."
"No problem. Are they all okay?"
