Part 21. A Happy Ending?: Jason's Perspective
Before he could raise his shirt too far, though, his cell phone on the night stand next to the bed began to ring. Dammit! It figured that his wife would pick now to call and check in on him!
"Hold that thought!" he grinned as he got up off the bed and grabbed his phone. "It's Jeff Prescott with PST," he said to me before answering the call. "Hey, Jeff!...Yeah. Jason and I have been finding ways to entertain ourselves." he looked at me and smirked. "...mostly watching coverage of the weather and sitcom reruns...No, it hasn't been too bad...Oh really? No we didn't have the TV on." he went over and pulled the curtain aside to look out the window...Wow, you're right! So, does that meant the conference will continue?...Oh. I see. Okay, then. That's too bad...Really? That's so nice...And you're sure the runways will be clear?...Okay. We'll be ready to go bright and early in the morning, then...See you soon, Jeff. Let us know when it's rescheduled and Janine will pick two people to attend...Okay. Bye!"
"The conference?" I asked as he ended the call.
"Canceled. The snowstorm has passed, but with only two days of conference time left, PST decided to call it a day and try again in a few months. Apparently, news reports are saying the airport runways will be clear by tomorrow morning and PST as booked flights back home for everyone stranded by the storm. Our flight leaves at 9:00am tomorrow."
"Oh, that's nice." I said, dejection obvious in my tone of voice. Just when being stranded with John was starting to get good!
He walked over and sat next to me on the bed. "It's 7:00pm right now, we've got 12 hours until we have to leave for the airport and a whole flight back home to use for catching up on sleep." He reached over and pulled my hand toward his crotch. "What do you think we should do for the last 12 hours we have before this is all over?" To make his point further, he leaned in and kissed me softly again.
"Are you sure about this, John?" I asked him after our kiss broke. I mean, I want this...bad! But I don't want you to regret it later. And more importantly, if you DO regret it later, I don't want you to take it out on me like you have been for the past year or so."
"I'm never gonna live that down, am I?" he laughed. "Jason, I want to do this. Trust me that much. Now, like I said, we've got 12 hours left and a lot of pent up sexual tension to work out. Why don't we make the most of it! What is it you said I kept saying in the elevator the other night? "I want to do what I want to do,' was it? I say that you should let me do what I want to do!" Obviously, to further emphasize his point, he grabbed the tail of his shirt and pulled it over his head, finally revealing to me the hairy, toned chest I'd known was there. I used to see the hair poking out of the top of his button-down shirts. And lately, after he'd remarked to me that he'd started using the gym at Glenmont HR headquarters, I'd noticed his chest starting to look a little more defined...two things that had contributed to me constantly practically drooling over the man.
Needing no further assurances from John, I reached up, put my hand behind his head and pulled him into another kiss. I couldn't believe it. I had John Roberts - a man I'd fantasized about for years, but never believed I'd actually hook up with - naked on a bed with me, kissing me. In the process of our extended make out session, my clothes came off. It felt better than words can describe to have his hairy chest rubbing against my sparsely-covered pecs and my hard dick swiping back and forth against his rapidly re-hardening one.
True to what he'd said, John and I spent most of the next 12 hours involved in some form of sexual intimacy...except for what turned out to be about a couple hours that I drifted off for a quick nap. Don't give me that skeptical look! I didn't say we had non-stop sex for 12 hours. It wasn't all sex. There were times where we kissed, touched and explored each others bodies, or simply lay there, cuddled against each other, locked in sensual body contact, rehashing our mutual attraction over the last several years. But when we WERE having sex, BOY was it good! I sucked him off one more time. He tried sucking me a little, which ended in a hand job. And, after a quick trip back to my room to grab a condom and some lube, he fucked me. Given that he has three kids, I kind of suspected that John knew how to put it down pretty good. And I definitely wasn't disappointed on that score. It was as if he was made for my ass. As we lay, recovering from the intense fuck, I knew I wanted that again and a lot more. I was even able to convince John to let me rim him...something he'd never tried during his experimentation phase. And, from his moans of pleasure, I think I might have him a little hooked on rimjobs. If this night were happening our first night here at the hotel and I had the whole week to finesse him, I think I probably could've convinced him to let me fuck him. That'll have to be a goal for the future.
I found myself rousing from what turned out to be a two-hour nap and saw the clock on the nightstand read 4:13am. Only another couple hours before we'd have to get ready to head to the airport. I rolled over, expecting to see John next to me in bed. Instead, he was standing over by the window, the light from his phone illuminating his hands enough to let me see that he was texting.
"Hey..." I said, drowsily.
He looked up from his phone. "Hey... You're awake, sleepyhead!" he said as he walked back to the bed and put the phone on the other nightstand face down. Without me asking, he offered up, "Just texting my wife to let her know that I just found out the conference has been canceled and I'm flying home in the morning."
"But you didn't JUST find out..." I said, my 'just woke up' voice masking my attempt at teasing.
"Well... Saying I found out at 7:00pm and have spent the past eight hours fucking around with the guy we both know has a huge crush on me, probably wouldn't win me any brownie points at home," he chuckled. "Speaking of..." he said as he climbed back into bed and leaned in close to me, "we still have some time if you want to go for...what is this? Round 9?"
It was actually more like Round 4 or 5. But it was really cute that he was enough into what we'd been doing that he was exaggerating numbers. A sign that we might continue this somehow once we were back home? "I definitely want to," I smiled at him with a lilt in my voice as I pulled him toward me for a soft kiss. But I knew that, in order for John and I to come out okay on the other side of this time together, stranded in Denver, and if I was even going to have a shot at making this happen again in the future, I needed him to understand exactly where I was coming from and what I wanted from him...just to make sure he wouldn't misconstrue my intentions and end up inciting a new Cold War between us at work. And I hoped he'd be open enough with me to be honest again about what he wanted. "But, I have a few things I want to say first."
"Like what?" he asked between short kisses on my neck. "Like, 'Yeah, John. Right there!' or 'Oh John! Give it to me, stud.' or 'JOHN, you're so BIG'!" he chuckled as he lapped at the side of my neck with his tongue.
"For someone who is dipping his toe back into having sex with guys for the first time in several years, you sure are taking back to it like a duck to water, aren't you?" I teased him, giggling as his tongue tickled my neck.
"What can I say?" he said, confidently. "The present company has reminded me how much I enjoy this kind of male bonding." He leaned in again and kissed me, this time on the lips.
When we parted, I looked at him and tried to say with a straight face, "Oh John! Give it to me stud!"
"Your wish is my command!"
But, before he could lean in and attack me with his mouth and tongue again, I held up my hand. "Seriously. There IS something I want to say."
"All right. Go for it," he looked at me, expectantly.
"I wanted to say how hard it was over the past few years to have you occasionally treat me like dog shit you had to wipe off your shoe."
"I've already apologized for that," he interrupted me. "You know I was just trying to push you and my feelings away."
"I'm not finished. I promise I'm not trying to admonish you again."
