A long hiatus, what can I say, life gets in the way! Enjoy, I'll try to update again soon!
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Chapter Five--
Jason peeled himself from the oddly comfortable sofa around 4 AM, sitting up while allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness; the edges of the furniture in front of him appeared less blurred after a few moments.
He knew exactly where he was and gazing down the hall he remembered exactly where he wanted to be. J.D sighed quietly and let his head drop; he sat thinking about what had happened a few hours ago. It was over to quickly, and it really hadn't even ended the way either of them had wanted. Mentally kicking himself he tried not to imagine how big of an ass Louise thought him to be. It took his entire strength of will to untangle himself from between her legs last night, if the drinks hadn't flowed so easily he would be in that room with her now. He thought of how in this hour he should be prying her legs back apart and waking her from her sleep with his tongue on her clit.
Standing up he walked in the direction of Louise's bedroom, passing by her door, he looked in quickly. It felt wrong gazing at her sleeping when he hadn't even shared a bed with her yet. He hoped that was still a possibility after leaving her in such a state hours ago. He stayed in her doorway; he couldn't quite understand how she managed to look even smaller than she was. The oversized t-shirt she donned as pajamas were scrunched beneath her as she lay on her stomach, she was in a contorted position with her legs forming a figure four with her ass poking out. J.D moved towards the bathroom while she snored soundly. Flicking on the light, he relieved himself quickly while taking in the décor; he thought of taking a shower but decided against it. He had asked permission to sleep for a bit, but using Louise's shower with the possibility of rousing her from her slumber seemed like pushing it.
Retreating back down the hallway he peeked in her doorway again, this time he felt like an absolute creep but he assuaged his feelings be reasoning that he wanted to be sure he hadn't woken her. Approaching the couch, he grabbed his belongings to head out, turning around he noticed the picture he had knocked down when he pushed Louise against the wall. His cock jumped at the memory.
Picking up the frame, he noticed the damage on the artwork. The frame was bent and broken, the glass had cracked but no pieces were missing. He decided that he would fix it and return it to her as an apology. Perhaps there was some hope after all
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he thought, as he closed the door quietly behind him.
Once outside of her building J.D looked up and down the street, the city had just begun to wake up, the air was crisp against his skin. He pulled his jacket around him as a brace against the cold. He could see the blurred red triangle of the CITGO sign off in the distance, the industrial lighthouse of back-bay. He started off in the opposite direction towards the nearest T-stop; he looked back at Louise's building longing for her warmth and company before continuing on his way.
The train car J.D was in was mostly empty at this hour, aside from a few city workers and college kids; pulling his phone out of his pocket he noticed several missed calls and text message notifications. All the calls and most of the messages were from Lenard, J.D couldn't stop the scowl from forming across his face. The other messages were from his older sister, they were innocent in nature, asking how he was, and when he was going to make it out for a visit. He made a mental note to call her back.
It was fifteen past five when J.D entered his brownstone; he looked at his trainers by the door and figured a run would clear his head a bit. Sleep was miles away and chasing it at this point would prove fruitless. Reading over the messages from Lenard once more, he confirmed he had a meeting around 9 that morning and then headed back out into the city.
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Johnny walked into the offices of Birch Inc. at a quarter to nine; Stryker and Pink were seated outside of Terry's conference room.
"Morning boys," Johnny smiled with fake enthusiasm, "What brings you lot in at such early hours?"
Pink ignored Johnny's annoying jolliness, Stryker grunted in response before asking, "Is Frank with you?'
"No, he's probably catching the T in from Allston."
All three of the men looked up as J.D walked through the doors, Pink and Stryker offered greetings, Johnny only nodded slightly. The two men stared at each other causing a shift in the air; J.D spoke first, "Morning gentlemen."
"Is frank with you then?" Stryker inquired after J.D.
"No, should he be?" J.D answered.
"I haven't heard from him, and if he isn't with either of you. Well, it's odd . It's almost nine," Stryker said with slight concern.
"He'll be along, don't fret Stryke. He's probably still half drunk or something, what time did you guys leave Al's anyway."
"Quarter past two," Pink offered calmly, his demeanor stoic.
"That late huh? How about you Jason? Johnny pressed with feigned innocence, "what'd you get into last night?"
Johnny's question would seem friendly enough to anyone other than him and J.D, but at that moment his interest was anything but cordial.
J.D's head snapped towards Johnny, his eyes narrowed as he adjusted his wristwatch, "not much, just dinner with a friend of mine." Johnny noticed his reservations; the anger from the previous night began to poke through.
"So, not too late of a night for you I gather?" Johnny offered coolly, he watched to gauge J.D's response, taking note of his clenched jaw and squared shoulders. J.D's reply was calculated, "no, not too late at all," he quipped, "question though. Do you happen to know of hardware place around?"
Johnny stood confused at the retort; he replied flatly, "No. why?"
J.D was quick, "Oh, I just knocked a wall hanging down at that friend's place, thought I might fix it up before I see her next"
Pink, who had been watching the interaction between the two men, reacted quickly. Had he not, Johnny's fist would have connected with J.D's jaw after his first swing.
Johnny yelled, "Come again?!" He pushed against Pink's restraining arms.
J.D had stepped back, and Pink was now pushing a very hot headed Jonathan into the corner, "Nigga, have you lost your mind?!" Pink barked, "What are you on about?"
Johnny had stopped swinging at J.D, but his finger was pointed at his face over Pink's shoulder, "I'll fucking kill you. What the fuck did you do!" He was seeing red, and the smug look on J.D's bastard face was not quelling his rage.
"I think you should calm down Jonathan, listen to your friend." J.D stood unflinching.
"What the fuck is this all about?!" Terry Birch stormed in with Lenard quick on his heels, his icy blue eyes moved between all four men's faces before settling on Johnny. "What is your fucking problem, kid?"
Johnny moved from Pink's reach while straightening his suit jacket, "Nothing Sir."
