Rene plastered a smile on his face as he greeted yet another patron at
the exhibition. The thrill he’d felt at being asked to make this trip had
long since worn off. Of course, he was honoured that his art was receiving
such recognition and the sale of so many pieces certainly filled the bank
account, but oh how he longed to go home. It felt like he’d been away for so
very long; he hadn’t felt the warmth of Zack’s arms in forever. All he
wanted to do was run from this shining modern glass and steel building and
return to the simple life in Jade Heights. If he hadn’t signed the
contract to stay in Toronto for the remainder of the show, he’d have been on
the first flight home. Hell, he’d have gone home the day after arriving
here.
Zack had the pharmacy to run and he certainly couldn’t get away for such
a long exhibit. Rene accepted this, but still he longed for his husband
and their home.
His reverie was interrupted by the glittered and sequined presence of
Jojo Grant, the gallery owner and Rene’s self-proclaimed biggest fan. He
pushed another champagne glass, the fourth of the evening, into Rene’s hand.
“Rene darling, you’re a smash hit again! Everyone adores
you! You must come and meet Mrs. Machado. She just bought your Celtic
piece. She’s dripping in money and wants to talk to you about a
commission.”
An hour and two more glasses of champagne later, Rene glanced at his
watch. Nine o’clock; another hour before he could return to his hotel room and
fall into bed. It was only six in Jade Heights. Zack would just be closing
the pharmacy for the evening. If he were home, he’d be in the kitchen
making dinner for his husband. Instead he was at this horrible gathering drinking
far too much champagne and eating nothing but a handful of tiny canapes.
Jojo was seeing the snooty Mrs. Machado to her car, so Rene found a
quiet corner of the gallery and leaned his head against the cold marble on the
wall. He was feeling a bit dizzy from the drinks and didn’t notice Jojo’s
return until he felt an unwelcome kiss pressed against his lips.
“Sweetie, you’ve got to perk up. Just a few more patrons to meet, then
I’ll take you back to your room and we can make you all comfy.” Jojo’s hand
slid behind Rene and squeezed his butt.
Rene spluttered and pushed back staggering slightly. “Jojo, you know I’m
married.”
“Of course you are, darling. So am I,” Jojo giggled. “Speaking of which,
I should let the old cow know I’ll be late tonight.” He sighed. “The things I
must do for money.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Zack rubbed his hands together in glee. “Yes!” he happily exclaimed.
“Everything is falling into place.”
“Now there’s a look that at one time would make me suspicious,” a voice
said behind him.
“Papa, when did you get here?” Zack turned and greeted his father. It
was not that unusual for Todd to ignore the ‘Employees Only’ sign and enter the
small room behind the dispensing area of the pharmacy. “And just what did you
mean by ‘suspicious’?”
“When you were younger that gleeful expression usually meant you were
planning mischief or had already committed some,” Todd explained with a laugh
before embracing his son. “So, Piglet, which was it this time?”
“Neither,” Zack chuckled, returning the hug with gusto. “I’ve just this
minute finalized my plan to surprise the love of my life.”
“Not so rough, my boy,” Todd complained as he tried to wiggle out of his
son’s arms. “You don’t know your own strength.”
“Sorry, Papa.” Zack grinned.
Heaven forbid either man even thought about suggesting Todd’s ageing might have
something to do with the additional aches and pains he experienced. “I guess
you’re here to pick up your prescription. I’ve got it ready.”
“Well that and invite you to
join your father and me for supper. But first I want to hear all about your
plan to surprise Rene. I know how much you are missing him.”
“Tell you what; I accept your
invitation and I’ll share all with both of you while we’re eating. Okay?” Zack
laughed at the expression on his father’s face. Both knew Todd’s curiosity far
outweighed his patience when there were secrets flying about. “Come on, I’ll
follow you out and lock up for the night.”
Sometime later, Zack sat at
his parents’ dining room table and shared his plans for the next day. “I was
able to get a few days off thanks to an employee’s earlier than expected
return. During his check-up this morning, Lawrence was given a clean bill of
health and permission to resume work. He was more than happy to take on extra
shifts to make up for those he missed. Arranging flights proved a tad more
challenging.”
“But you managed to do so,
right?” Todd inquired as he stood up and began gathering up the dirty dishes.
He already knew the likely answer and easily assumed what would follow.
Hayden reached across the
table and took Todd’s hand in his. “Give Zack a moment to finish his story, love.”
He smiled indulgently at his exuberant husband. Todd could barely contain
himself when he knew surprises were being planned.
Zack placed his elbows on the
table, knitted his fingers together and rested his chin on them. He let out a
sigh, knowing he was about to request a huge favour that could prove to be
somewhat of an imposition. “To get an affordable fare and a half decent time
travel, I was pretty much at the mercy of the airlines. The flight I ended up
with leaves Kelowna at seven-thirty tomorrow morning. There’s a two and a half
hour stop-over in Calgary, arriving in Toronto at six in the evening. It’ll make
for a long day but be more than worth it.” He looked pleadingly at his father. “Dad,
I’d really appreciate a lift to the airport. I’ll be renting a car in Toronto.”
“You must really be missing
that gorgeous young man of yours to go to all this trouble, Piglet,” Todd
commented as he paused next to his son.
“That is definitely the case,
Papa. I know we’ve been apart before; several times in fact. Once even longer
than this time around. One would think it would get easier, but it hasn’t. In
fact, I think it’s become even harder.” Zack found himself verbalizing the
feelings he’d been dealing with for the past few days. “Phone calls and texting
will never replace the happiness and comfort of sleeping spooned around the one
you love, nor the joy of waking up with him beside you or at least within
hearing distance.”
“I understand, son.” Todd
planted a kiss on Zack’s bowed head and gently patted his shoulder. “So, what’s
your answer to our boy’s request, Hayden?” he asked before leaving the room to
get the dessert he’d made, a smile of amusement and acceptance hidden from the
others.
“Hmmmm, for a seven-thirty am
flight you’ll need to be at the airport by six o’clock, which means leaving
Jade Heights no later than five.” Hayden
hemmed and hawed as if considering the idea, when in fact he would never turn
down his son’s request.
“Yeah, and I know I’m asking a lot,” Zack readily admitted. “I could leave my own car in the airport’s unsecured, long-term parking, but I hate to do that as I’ve heard they’ve been experiencing break-ins recently” He sat up straighter and crossed his fingers for luck under the table as he waited patiently for his father’s response. It was an old habit dating back to his childhood.
“Well I suppose this old man
could manage to get you to the airport on time,” Hayden replied with a grin.
“After all, who am I to stand in the way of two starry-eyed lovers spending
time together?”
“Thanks, Dad.” Zack glanced
up as Todd entered the room carrying in the last course of their meal. His eyes
beamed when he saw what it was. “Wow, Russian Raspberry Cream. You’ve really
put yourself out, Papa.”
“Nothing’s too good for two
of my favourite men,” Todd adamantly declared.
Zack swallowed down a
spoonful, closed his eyes, and let the creamy treat tease his taste buds. “That
was delicious, Papa, and I’ve over-indulged once again. The roast beef was
tender and done to perfection. This raspberry cream to finish off the meal is
superb.” His sincere praise had Todd beaming. “I think I’ve missed Rene’s
cooking almost as much as his company,” he mused as an after- thought.
He pushed himself back from
the table. “Sorry to eat and run, but if I don’t leave now I’m be late in
making a very important phone call.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rene somehow managed to close
the hotel door in Jojo’s rather unhappy face. He staggered into the
bathroom, dropped his clothes on the floor and turned the shower on as cold as
he could tolerate. Standing under the chilling spray seemed to clear the
fog of alcohol from his brain. He quickly scrubbed the smell of the evening from
his skin and turned off the shower. He glanced in the mirror just as he
was wrapping a towel around his waist. ‘What the hell?’ He twisted around
to look closer at the mark. He had a very visible bruise on his butt where Jojo
had pinched him. Zack would not like that. His husband was not the jealous
type, but still he was a Top and somewhat possessive of Rene. He would not
like another man leaving a mark on him.
Rene ran his hand sadly over
the spot on the back of his neck where Zack always left a love bite. Rene loved
the feeling the bite gave him. It made him feel special: marked and owned by
his husband. But it was faded away now since they’d been apart for so long. As
much as he missed Zack, perhaps it was good that it would be another ten days
before he would return home to Jade Heights. The bruise Jojo had left should be
as faded as the bite on his neck by then.
Not bothering to dry off,
Rene dropped the towel and wandered into the small suite to sit naked and wet
on the bed. It was almost eleven o’clock. Zack would be calling at any
minute. The highlights of his days here in Toronto were the calls from
Zack. Every morning at ten am and every evening at eleven pm the hotel phone
would ring and Zack’s voice would be there. During the day there were
always a couple of texts and photos on his cell phone, but it was the deep, reassuring
voice during those calls that keep Rene going.
Meanwhile, Zack had arrived
home, placed his keys on the hall table and tossed his jacket over the
banister. He’d hurriedly made sure all the doors were locked and set the alarm
before making his way upstairs to their bedroom.
Stripping down to his boxers,
he stretched out on the bed and picked up the phone. He smiled in anticipation
of hearing his lover’s voice as he punched in the numbers of the hotel Rene was
staying at. He almost laughed aloud when his call was answered before the first
ring finished.
“Hello, gorgeous. How was
your evening?”
Rene swallowed the lump in
his throat and put on as normal a voice as he could muster. “Other than missing
you, it was pretty good. The cocktail party was boring, but I sold two more
paintings and got a commission for another. Although I did make it clear the
commission would be completed and shipped from Jade Heights. I only have to do
the sketches from here in a couple of days. How was your day?”
“Missing you too, babe. Fortunately,
a busy day helped the time go faster. I had supper with my folks. Dad and Papa
said to say ‘hello’ and they send their love. It sounds like the show is going
well.” Zack felt something was wrong but couldn’t quite put his finger on what
was amiss.
“The show is going well, but
I’m tired of it now: especially all the pretentious people who claim to ‘know
art’.” Rene sighed. “I wish I could have been there for one of your papa’s
homemade dinners. I’m sick of restaurant food! What did he make
today?”
“I’m not sure I should tell
you. It might make you more homesick than you already are.”
“Come on, Zack give. If I
couldn’t have Papa’s dinner, I at least want to know what it was.”
“All right then. Papa
prepared a perfect prime rib surrounded by a mixture of roasted vegetables. He
topped it off with that delicious Russian Raspberry Cream dessert we all love.
Are you still happy about begging me to tell you?”
Rene groaned, his stomach
rumbling at the thought of the delicious meal. The few canapés and
champagne he’d had tonight hardly constituted a proper dinner. “That
sounds wonderful, and I’m glad one of us got to enjoy it.”
“Is that noise I’m hearing
coming from an empty stomach? Your empty stomach, Rene? Just what did you
actually eat tonight? Or should I be asking just how much you had to drink?”
Zack had noticed the slight slur in his husband’s voice.
“My stomach isn’t empty. I
ate at the cocktail party. As far as drinks go, it was only some champagne
and that really doesn’t count as drinking.” Rene answered quickly, hoping
to deflect this sudden attention to his state.
“Ya think? You know I expect
you to take better care of yourself, Rene. Aside from missing me and not eating
properly, is there anything else bothering you.” Knowing how hard it was for
them to be separated for so long, Zack decided to make no more of the poor meal
choices.
Rene didn’t want to tell Zack
about how handsy Jojo had become, but neither did he want to tell a direct lie
to his husband, so he aimed for deflection. “Nothing bothers me more than
missing my handsome, sexy Top.”
Zack easily recognized the
young man’s diversion technique but refrained from pushing it. Although Rene
had no way of knowing it, they were going to be together soon enough to take care
of any rising problems. He lowered his voice and made an unexpected request.
“Rene love, I want you to lightly rub your fingers across the nape of your neck.”
Rene smiled and let out a
quiet moan. Zack was a master at phone sex. He did as his Top requested and
ran his hand over the spot where Zack usually kept him marked. “Okay, I’m
doing that.”
“You can imagine my mark
there, but you can no longer feel it. That’s all right as it will be one of the
first things we take care of when we’re back together.” Knowing the effect his
voice and words were having on his lover, Zack huskily asked, “What are you
doing at this moment and what are you wearing?”
Zack’s words caused a shiver
to travel up Rene’s spine. “I’m sitting on the bed, fresh out of the shower and
in the nude,” he answered with a gulp.
“Turn the speaker on low and
place the phone on your pillow. Lay down and get comfortable. Now listen
closely and follow my instructions,” Zack murmured seductively.
In a very short time, Rene
was well-satiated and sleeping soundly; Zack was busy packing his bag in
preparation for tomorrow’s surprise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rene wandered into the hotel
coffee shop at ten-thirty the next morning. He found an empty seat and studied
the menu; not that the menu was any different than it had been every
morning he’d been staying here. He usually just got a toasted bagel and coffee,
but Zack had admonished him about not eating properly and he’d promised his
husband he’d have a proper breakfast today. He placed an order for
scrambled eggs and toast with juice and coffee, knowing that would satisfy his
husband’s requirements.
Zack’s ten am call today had
been a bit short and strange; it was only seven am in Jade Heights and he’d
said he had to get to the pharmacy for an early delivery. Although that wasn’t
unheard of, Rene couldn’t quite figure out why Zack’s voice sounded like he was
in a big hollow space rather than a smaller area in their own home. When
he questioned his lover, Zack said it must have been a poor
connection. Still Rene was sure he heard other voices talking in the
background just as Zack said good-bye.
Once he’d eaten, Rene decided
to take a walk along Queen Street and poke in some of the wonderful shops. It
was one of the few things he really enjoyed about his time in
Toronto. He’d picked up several books and a couple of art pieces since
he’d been here. He was especially pleased with a rare book he’d found of
very intimate sketches of gay men. What was so unusual about the book was
that it was printed in the 1950’s when such behavior could get you
arrested. But some brave underground printer had produced the book and a
few copies managed to survive today.
After an hour or two of
looking, Rene didn’t find anything of interest. He’d sent Zack a couple of
texts along with a selfie in front of a rather trashy looking leather shop, but
didn’t hear back from him until after twelve. Zack usually sent Rene a
selfie from work or someplace around Jade Heights but today he only got a
text. Rene told himself that his husband must be busy. He headed back
to the hotel as he had to meet with Jojo at the gallery by three
o’clock. Well at least he only had to be there until eight this
evening. Then he could go back to his room and watch a movie on pay per
view while waiting for Zack’s evening call.
Upon his arrival at the
gallery, Rene was greeted by the ever enthusiastic Jojo, who quickly engulfed
the younger man in an unwanted hug.
“Rene darling, how are you
feeling today? I just felt terrible leaving you at the hotel last night
when you were so tipsy. I do hope you were able to get to sleep in that
cold room all by yourself.”
Rene quickly extracted
himself from Jojo’s arms. “I was fine thank you, Jojo. I had a nice long
talk on the phone with my husband after you left,” he replied emphasizing
the word ‘husband’.
“Oh, you see that’s what I
was afraid of; you were lonely for some male companionship! I knew I should have
stayed to comfort you. You artistic types are very sensitive and need care.
I understand that, darling.” Jojo took Rene’s hand between his and petted it
gently.
Rene snatched the hand back
and was about to explain for what he hoped would be the last time that he
wasn’t interested, when a customer walked into the gallery and interrupted
them.
Jojo immediately went to talk
to the potential buyer, leaving Rene alone at least for the moment. The rest of
the day Jojo and Rene were both kept busy talking with clients and dealing with
gallery business. It was nearly seven-thirty when they were alone again.
“Well darling, that was a
very good day. We close in just over half an hour and then I’m going to take
you out for a celebratory dinner. We have reservations for eight-thirty at
Portage. I just know you’re going to love it there.”
Zack stood unseen in the
doorway of the gallery, soaking in the sight of his handsome husband. Rene and
another man, who Zack assumed was Jojo Grant, had their backs to him and seemed
to be having a bit of a conflict in which one of them was apparently unaware of
Rene preparing for flight. Zack frowned when he overheard the invitation Jojo
issued.
Stepping forward, he put a
smile on his face and announced, “I’m afraid Rene already has a dinner date for
this evening.”
Rene spun around at the sound
of that voice. His face broke into a huge smile when his eyes landed on his
husband. “Zack!” He threw himself into the older man’s arms. “I can’t believe
you’re here!”
Zack tightly embraced his
husband, lifting the somewhat shorter man off his feet. He closed his eyes and
deeply breathed in the familiar scent. “God, I miss you!” he softly declared
for his lover’s ears only.
Jojo frowned at the reunion
taking place in front of him. So, this was Rene’s husband. The man was big and
from the way he spoke and was embracing Rene, he was possessive too. ‘Well
damn, now I’m going to have a challenge getting that boy where I want him,’ Jojo
thought. ‘I hope he’s only here for a brief visit.’
Zack gently kissed Rene’s
lips. He would have done more had they been alone. Setting Rene back on his
feet, Zack placed a possessive hand between his husband’s shoulder blades and
let his fingers soothingly caress the nape of Rene’s neck. He stared at Jojo,
instinctively sensing the man could not be trusted. Although Zack uttered not a
word, his body language spoke volumes.
Rene leaned back into Zack’s
caress, drawing comfort and strength from his husband’s presence. “Jojo, this
is my husband, Zachary Pierce. Zack, this is Jojo Grant, the sponsor of my show
here and owner of the gallery.”
Jojo put on a broad smile and
extended his hand to Zack. “I’m so pleased to meet you Zachary…Pierce, is it?
How sweet and old-fashioned of you to have taken Rene’s name.”
Rene jumped in before Zack
could reply. “You have that wrong, Jojo. I was the one who very proudly took
Zack’s name when we got married. It might be old-fashioned, but it felt right
for us as a married couple to share the same name.”
Zack accepted the extended
hand. His smile, like Jojo’s, didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hello, Mr. Grant. I
want to thank you for sponsoring my husband.” Zack didn’t think it was
necessary to emphasize ‘my husband’. Jojo wasn’t a stupid man; just a rather
cunning one. Turning back to Rene, he asked, “Will you be ready to leave soon,
love?”
“It’s still half an hour
until closing time. I have to stay…” Rene replied.
“Nonsense! Off you go now,”
Jojo interrupted. “Zachary traveled a long way. I’m sure he wants to spend
every minute he can with you before he must head back home to his little shop
in…what’s the town again? Garnet Hills?”
Zack ignored the deliberate
blunder of their hometown’s name and the innuendo that their lives back there
were mundane. “You heard the man, love. Let’s get out of here and go back to
the hotel. I’ve got a rental car parked across the street.”
Jojo sighed as he watched the
two men depart. He’d hoped Rene’s husband would have said how long he was
staying, but no such luck. He only had Rene on contract for another eight days
so there would be little time left to take his pleasure with the beautiful boy,
especially if the husband was staying more than a couple of days. He’d
been a fool to wait as long as he had. He realized now he should have made his
move soon after Rene had arrived. However, he’d still been using
the little tart from Montreal up until two days ago and thought he still had
time to have fun with his new protégé. ‘But then again….’ he thought, ‘there
just might be a way to extend Rene’s stay.’ He’d have to call Delilah
Machado and see if he could do something about adding to Rene’s commission work
for her; something that would keep the pretty boy in Toronto for another week
or two.
Rene went with Zack out to
the waiting car. “I can’t believe you’re here,” Rene repeated as he leaned into
the warm strength he’d been missing. “You never even hinted that you were
thinking of coming. And your phone call this morning…hey, you said you
were going to work for an early delivery!”
“I lied,” Zack boldly
admitted. “I very much wanted my visit to be a surprise and couldn’t come up
with anything better. I hope you’ll forgive me.” He smiled down at his husband;
as if there was any doubt.
“It was a fabulous surprise
and I totally forgive the little lie that made it possible.” Rene settled into
the rental and smiled as Zack watched him do up his seatbelt. Zack never
started a car until Rene had his seatbelt securely fastened. “The hotel is
just down the block. The parking is underground. It will only take us a minute
to get there.” He pointed down the street. “Are you hungry? Did they feed you
on the plane?”
Zack turned on the ignition.
He knew it was quite possible that Rene had not eaten yet. “I am sure the
airline thought they’d fed us, but I could still eat again. Does the hotel have
a proper dining room or just a lounge? Hopefully one or the other that serves a
decent meal. Or we can find somewhere else to go if you prefer. Either way, I’d
like to take my suitcase up to your room and change into something more casual.”
He checked the traffic and then drove out of his parking space.
“There is a nice dining room
in the hotel. We can call down for a table once we get to the room.”
They were at the hotel
moments later. Rene kept looking at Zack as they walked down the hallway
to his room. He still couldn’t believe that his husband was here with
him. Suddenly his lonely time in the city seemed a whole lot brighter. “I
can call the dining room while you get changed,” he suggested as he slid the
key card into the slot. “We can stop at the lobby before dinner and get you a
key card as well.”
Once inside the room, Zack
dropped his bag and pulled his husband into his room. After soundly kissing
him, he murmured seductively into Rene’s ear. “How about putting our supper
plans on hold for a little while? Maybe we can order room service later.”
“Now that sounds like the
best idea I’ve heard all day!” Rene took Zack’s hand and led him through the
tiny lounge and into the bedroom of the hotel suite. “Is this venue better than
the dining room?”
“Oh, yeah! Much better.”
Rene tossed his overcoat onto
a chair and smiled as Zack did the same. “I kinda figured this is what you
had in mind.”
“You’ve become very adept at
reading my body language. Now get out of those clothes.” Zack grinned rakishly
as he quickly started to remove his own clothing.
Rene began to do as he was
told. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the pile of coats, then toed
off his shoes, undid his pants. Just as he was lowering them, he remembered the
bruise on his butt cheek. He did not want to have to explain it to Zack right
now, so he turned to quickly pull down the blankets on the bed before shucking
his socks and shorts. Then he sat on the bed, keeping the bruise from his
husband’s sight.
Zack walked over to the far
side of the bed, got under the top sheet, and pulled his lover into his arms.
He gently kissed his husband’s lips for several moments before his tongue
pushed into Rene’s mouth to taste the sweetness there as his hands slowly began
exploring the beautifully toned body. How he’d missed the scent and feel of
this man. Hands and lips quickly picked up speed as the sexual tension grew;
they’d been apart way too long.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
Rene’s voice was husky with desire. “Please…make me yours again.”
Shifting his husband until
the younger man had his back to him, Zack used his own pre-cum to prepare Rene to
accept his girth. When satisfied his lover was ready, Zack slowly pushed his
way into the inviting body while gently sucking on the nape of Rene’s neck.
Rene moaned as his husband
entered him. God, he needed this. No one had ever made him feel so loved
and possessed as Zack did, and nothing else in the world mattered when his
husband was inside of him, filling him.
Once his mark of ownership
had been restored, Zack set up a rhythm that would allow him to last a
while. He wanted Rene to feel this for hours afterwards to remind his husband
to whom he belonged. When Rene reached down to stroke himself, Zack smacked the
hand away and took Rene’s straining penis in his own hand. He took his time
teasing and touching just enough to keep his love on the edge but not allow him
to climax until he himself was ready. As he felt the tightening in his balls
that signaled he was about to cum, he gave Rene several long firm strokes, simultaneously
pushing them both over the edge.
Zoning out in the aftermath
of their lovemaking, Zack reigned soft kissed down on the sweaty head resting
on his shoulder. His hand lazily moved up along Rene’s side and back,
eventually ending up curled around one firm buttock. He gave it a loving
squeeze and was jolted out of his peaceful state when Rene’s body stiffened as
if in pain.
Zack immediately straightened
up, threw back the sheet covering them, and rolled Rene onto his stomach to
better check out the problem. His mouth tightened when he saw the bruise on his
husband’s backside. He gently probed the discoloured skin. Suspicious of how it
got there, he softly inquired, “How did this happen, love?”
Rene attempted to roll back
over and hide the mark, but Zack’s firm hand held him in place. “It’s
nothing…just a bruise.”
“Rene?” Zack’s voice held a
warning edge.
“I…well…I’m sure he didn’t
mean anything.”
“Who didn’t mean anything?”
Zack prodded.
“Jojo. He had a bit too much
to drink last night at the cocktail party. He just pinched me, is
all.”
“And this happened at the
gallery in front of witnesses?” Zack worked to keep the anger out of his voice.
“Well, it was in the gallery, but I’m
sure no one saw it happen.”
“Either way, you do realize this is
sexual harassment?”
“No, it’s not like that. Jojo’s
not a bad guy; just a little handsy. I don’t think his marriage is very good
and he is bi. I was able to get rid of him last night at the hotel room door
when he followed me up. It’s not like he tried to force his way in when I was
drunk…” Rene stopped talking when he realized that perhaps he’d said more
than he’d intended to about the previous evening.
“Hmm, and just how drunk are we talking
about here, Rene?” Zack had his misgivings; not just about the amount of
drunkenness, but also about just how ‘handsy’ Jojo would have like to have
been.
Rene turned his head to look at Zack
whom he could see was frowning at the sight of the bruised butt. “The
cocktail party was kinda boring and Jojo kept bringing me champagne. I guess I
lost track of how much I was drinking until I was pretty drunk. I’m sorry. I
know I promised you I would be responsible and not over indulge at these
things. Am I in trouble?”
“Not this time,” Zack sighed patiently.
“But I think there may be trouble brewing if you keep turning a blind eye as to
Jojo’s possible motive for plying you with alcohol. Absolutely no one has the
right to put a mark on you, Rene. I hold that privilege exclusively and will do
whatever it takes to preserve it. I can be very possessive as you well know.”
Rene gulped and replied. “Yes sir.” He
felt a familiar tightening in his groin at Zack’s words. He always found his
husband’s possessiveness to be thrilling, but there was something so exciting
about having Zack express in words the way he felt. It made Rene feel that he
belonged to Zack and Zack alone. Even when they were apart, Zack never let
Rene feel that he was free to do as he pleased; there was always a level of
control exerted. Many people would find such behavior to be oppressive and
possibly unhealthy but between them it felt so good, so right. The discipline
relationship Zack had insisted upon from the start had helped them forge a deep
and mutually satisfying partnership. If he was Zack’s possession, then he was
very proud to be so.
Zack smiled and turned Rene around
until they were facing each other; it made cuddling a lot better. “As long as
you know I will be keeping a close eye on things during the coming week, my
love. For now, let’s get a bit of sleep.”
Rene nodded his head. It felt good to
be in Zack’s arms again, even if his husband was predictably sleepy after
sex.
They both indulged in a brief nap and
then enjoyed a nice meal from room service. After dinner, they ordered a movie
from pay per view and fell asleep less than a half hour into it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rene awoke early the next morning but
lay in bed with his sleeping husband for almost an hour before he decided to
get up and shower. He knew that Zack’s body was still running on Pacific
Time and thought he would sleep for a while yet, so he was startled and
jumped when the shower door opened, and Zack slid into the cubical behind him.
Zack chuckled and kissed his surprised lover
before taking the sponge from his hand. Turning the shorter man around, he
began washing his back. He was gentle when touching the fresh mark on the back
of Rene’s neck; the one he took pride in putting there. He knew it would still
be sensitive from last night. He frowned when he once again spotted the bruise.
They had discussed it and there was nothing further to be said on the subject;
unless of course, something else reared its’ ugly head.
“So, my love, any plans for today?”
Zack inquired nonchalantly, planting soft kisses along Rene’s shoulders as the
soap was rinsed away.
“Actually, I’m free today. The gallery
is closed on Mondays, so I was thinking it would be nice if you and I could go
do a bit of exploring around the city. Toronto has a lot of things to see
and do; great shopping, shows, sites. Maybe we could go up the CN Tower. I hear
they have a really good revolving restaurant and if it’s a clear day you get a
spectacular view of the city and lake.”
“Sounds like something we’d both really
enjoy,” Zack responded unreservedly as he stepped back and squeezed more soap
on the loofah.
They were just stepping out of the
shower when they heard the phone ring. Rene grabbed a towel and ran dripping across
the floor to pick it up. He depressed the speaker button while he dried
off. “Hello.”
“Rene, darling,” Jojo’s voice enthused.
“I’m so glad you’re up. I’ve had a call from Delilah Mechado and she wants you
to come out this morning to see her house and discuss the commission. She’s
absolutely dying for you to get working on the piece. I’ll pick you up in half
an hour.”
“Jojo, this is my day off. I was making
plans with Zack. Can you suggest that I come out to her place tomorrow?”
“Rene, you do not suggest putting off Delilah Mechado! When she asks for you, you
jump! She’s a very important woman in the world of art and culture; she
can make or break a career. Now don’t be silly. I’m sure Zephram will be
fine without you for one day. I’ll pick you up by the hotel entrance in thirty
minutes. Don’t be late.”
With that Jojo hung up, leaving Rene
staring at the phone with his mouth open.
Zack’s eyes narrowed at the tone behind
the brazen summons. “You’ll not be driving around the city alone with him,” he
announced in a voice that left no room for arguing. “We can either get
this woman’s address or we can follow Jojo in our own vehicle.”
Thirty minutes later Rene was standing
by the side of Zack’s rental at the hotel entrance.
Jojo’s sleek black Mercedes pulled alongside.
He honked his horn and motioned for Rene to get in.
Rene opened the door and leaned
inside. “I’m going to go with Zack in his car. We’ll follow you to Mrs.
Machado’s house.”
“Rene, Mrs. Machado requested you to come out today, not your
husband. Zeb is not an artist and was not invited.”
“Zack! His name is Zack and if he doesn’t
come, neither do I.”
Jojo shook his head. “Very well, but he
can wait in the car.” Jojo pulled out his phone and typed in some information. “I’m
sending you a text with her address. Try not to get lost.” As he pulled away,
Jojo was cursing under his breath about interfering husbands.
Rene climbed into Zack’s car. He smiled
as he looked down at the coffees and breakfast sandwiches sitting there.
There’d be no skipping meals when his husband was around. He pulled his
phone from his pocket. “Okay, I’ve got the address. Let’s get this over with so
we can get on with our day.”
“Turn on the GPS and give me directions
as we go, love.” Zack couldn’t help but chuckle. He had easily picked up on
Jojo’s ire and had found it amusing. ‘I do believe we are in for an interesting
day,’ he mused to himself.
A short while later they were pulling
into the circular driveway of an impressive looking home.
Jojo was out of his car and pulling
Rene’s door open before the young artist had a chance to remove his seatbelt. “Rene,
bring your sketch book.” He then looked pointedly at Zack. “I don’t know how
long we’ll be. Why don’t you take a drive and Rene can call you when he’s finished?”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,
Mr. Grant.” Zack’s eyes sparkled with amusement. The other man read like a
cheap novel; abet one with a rather fancy cover. “I’ve missed my husband and
the idea of being apart even for a short time is intolerable.” He felt no shame
at all in goading Rene’s manipulative sponsor. Confident of his relationship
with his husband and the love they shared, Zack wasn’t at all worried about
Rene being unfaithful. However, he was concerned about his young lover being
hurt. And while part of him wanted to step in and protect Rene, the other part
of him knew Rene had to learn the danger signs and figure things out for
himself. But Zack would always show him that he didn’t have to do it alone,
even of that meant only hovering in the wings and quietly observing.
“Oh for heaven’s sake!” Jojo muttered. “Rene
is here to work. Don’t be in our way.” With that he turned heel and headed
towards the imposing front entrance of the house, fully expecting Rene and his
shadow to keep step behind him. Though they took a moment to catch up, but by
the time his ringing of the doorbell was answered, Rene and Zack were standing
hand-in-hand by the front entry.
A maid dressed like one from a 1950’s
movie opened the door and ushered the three men inside. “Mrs. Mechado is
expecting you. Please follow me.”
They followed her down a corridor into
an exquisitely decorated solarium filled with tropical plants. Delilah
Mechado put down her tea cup and stood as they entered the room. She was dressed
in a long flowing floral robe; her hair done up in a complicated-looking bun.
She crossed the room and greeted Jojo with a hug. “Jojo my darling, I see you
brought our lovely Rene and who is his handsome friend?”
“Rene’s husband, Zeke. He insisted upon
coming.”
Rene sighed. “My husband is Zackary, Mrs. Mechado.
It’s a pleasure to meet you again.”
Zack bowed his head slightly in
their hostess’ direction, gently captured her hand in his and kissed the back
of it. He received a gracious smile in return before she turned her attention
back to Rene.
“Oh, I do love to encourage budding
young artists such as yourself, Rene. Always so eager to please. Now why don’t
I take you and show you what I’m looking for with this commission?”
The three men followed Mrs. Mechado
back along the hallway they’d taken only minutes before and up the grand
staircase. Double doors lead them into a huge master suite. A massive bed
stood at the far end of the room and a beautiful bay window with two chintz-covered
chairs and a matching chaise lounge stood at the other end. Mrs. Mechado
immediately shed her flowing robe, tossed it haphazardly over one of the chairs
and posed herself on the chaise lounge wearing only a red satin night
gown.
“I’ve always wanted a boudoir portrait
done and after seeing your work, Rene, I knew you were just the man to capture
me on canvas.”
Though still an attractive woman for
her age, Delilah Mechado was well into her seventies and her age showed on the
loose wrinkling skin. Rene knew immediately that she would not be happy with a
true rendition of herself. This woman wanted a painting that would forget the
passage of time and capture a more youthful radiance.
“I only hope I can do you and this
beautiful room justice, ma’am,” Rene replied with a smile.
“Delilah. My name is Delilah and you
must call me such. I don’t want to hear ‘ma’am’ again; it makes me feel
old. Now let’s get started. I know that such works can take many sittings
and I cannot hold this pose for more than an hour each day.”
“Of course,” Rene responded as he took
a seat on one of the chintz chairs and opened his sketch book.
Zack moved to stand behind Rene and
watched as his husband’s artistic hands began to sketch out the figure before
them.
Delilah watched as Rene turned his head
to look up at Zack. She didn’t like her artist’s attention taken from her even
for a moment. “Jojo dear, why don’t you take Zackary downstairs while Rene
works and ask Hilda for some refreshments.”
Zack knew the job would get done faster
if Rene was able to work without his presence distracting him. He also
recognized Delilah’s need to have Rene’s consciousness focused completely on
her. Also, the necessity of keeping an eye on Jojo had temporarily been
removed. He winked down at his husband and gave his shoulder a loving squeeze
before following Jojo out of the room.
Back in the solarium, Zack took a seat
and sat facing his unenthusiastic companion. Jojo didn’t appear too pleased
with having been dismissed. The art dealer was obviously unaccustomed to such
treatment. His need to be included almost rivaled Delilah’s need to be the
center of attention.
“Coffee will be fine, thank you,
Hilda,” was Zach’s response when asked if he’d like something to drink.
Jojo decided to make the best of being
alone with Rene’s husband and get some information out of the man. “Zeb, I do
hope you enjoy your few days here in the big city. I’m sure it’s very
different to the small town you are from.”
“Actually, Bobo, I grew up in Vancouver
so I’m well versed in city living.” Zack decided to step out of character and
play the ‘name-game’ with Jojo. He sat back and stretched out his legs,
crossing his ankles and relaxing while sipping the hot beverage he’d been
handed. His eyes twinkled as he surveyed the other man through the steam rising
from his cup.
“Dear Rene has been having a wonderful
time visiting the museums and galleries. You know an artist of Rene’s caliber
needs to have a good cosmopolitan environment to inspire him so that he may
live up to his potential.”
“Is that what you think?” Zack asked
with an air of moderate indifference. He had no intention of debating with this
man, especially when it would get down to personal opinions or his having to
defend where he and his husband choose to reside.
“Yes, I do. Trust me in this. I know
the art world inside and out. I can do a lot to further Rene’s career.”
“I would never question your knowledge,
Jojo; but I think Rene’s very contented with where his career is going.”
Suspecting he’d not get too far in
arguing with the man before him, Jojo placed his cup and saucer on the coffee
table and abruptly got to his feet. “I trust you can get back to the hotel on
your own and I am far too busy to sit around chatting inanely about a topic you
know very little about. Tell Rene I will see him tomorrow afternoon at the
gallery.” With that the art dealer turned on his heel and practically stomped
out of the room.
Zack chuckled at the man’s petulant
attitude and sat back to enjoy his coffee in peace. Thus began the pattern that
the following week would adhere to.
After having breakfast together and
doing a little sightseeing, mid-mornings would find them driving out for
Delilah’s sittings; after which she always insisted they stay for lunch before
heading back to the gallery.
They learned that not only was Jojo not
invited to these private visitations, but that he had been point blankly
ordered to stay away. It got his nose out of joint and made his dislike of
Zack, who he held responsible for the snub, even more conspicuous to whoever
was nearby. Unfortunately, it did little to curtail his on-going pursuit of
Rene whenever the smallest opportunity present itself.
But it was at the luncheons that Rene
learnt the most about his client, and that was mostly due to Zack’s winning way
with people.
It was then that Delilah would drop her
haughty manner. The men discovered she was not only very lonely but was in
truth extremely kind and gracious. She had not always lived a life of wealth.
In fact, quite the opposite was true. She and her late husband had both grown
up in impoverished circumstances. They had met in their early twenties and had struggled
relentlessly to build a business of their own. After his death at the young age
of fifty-two, Delilah had dealt with her loss by working almost no-stop to
expand their already successful company and amass a small fortune in the
process. Her haughty façade was merely a self-protective shield of sorts.
They steadily grew to admire her, and
Rene desired nothing more than to make her happy with the work she had
commissioned him to do.
Afternoons were spent at the gallery
with Rene conversing with many of the patrons while Jojo hovered and
simpered.
Zack would pass the time keeping a
close eye on Jojo. He also struck up conversations with several young people
who had at one time been protégés of the art dealer; a couple of whom had been
badly hurt by the man. Some of the discussions confirmed Zack reservations
about the man. However, he suspected Rene still hadn’t accepted the fact that
his want-to-be mentor had a hidden agenda.
Cheerfully, with Zack accompanying him
everywhere, Rene discovered the final week of his stay was nowhere near as
arduous as the first two. The time just seemed to fly by and soon they were packing
to return home.
Rene dropped down onto the large
armchair and put his feet on the hassock. Except for last minute items, their
bags were packed for tomorrow’s flight. He closed his eyes and dreamily
reviewed the past few days, a soft smile on his face as he took advantage of
this short time on his own to just absorb all that had taken place during his
trip. Zack had gone for a run; a habit he’d developed in preparation for an
up-coming long day of relative inactivity.
The phone’s shrill ringing unexpectedly
disrupted his peaceful reflecting.
“I want you to come to the gallery
immediately!” Jojo demanded.
“Why?”
“Because I have decided I want to give
you your cheque in person rather than mailing it to you.” It was a poor excuse,
but Jojo had become frantic in his efforts to have his way with this gorgeous
young man; and he’d never been a good loser.
“You don’t have to mail the payment,
Jojo. There are several options at your disposal.”
“But, Darling, none of them allow me to
see you one last time. I just want a few minutes to bid you a proper farewell.
Is that too much to ask after all I’ve done for you?” His voice took on a
slightly calmer quality to coax the man into complying.
Rene knew Zack would not approve, but
he also knew he owed Jojo a lot. He also felt a bit guilty of spending so
little time with the man since Zack’s arrival. Maybe this would give him a
chance to make it right.
“Okay, I’ll be there as quick as I can……but
just for a few minutes. I can’t be gone too long. Zack will be returning from
his run soon.”
Jojo rubbed his hands together as he
mused to himself ‘that’s all the time I need,’ before verbalizing, “I’ll be in
my office, but I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
Rene had only just reached his
destination when Zack returned to their hotel room. The older man frowned when
he discovered their suite empty, and although it didn’t take much to figure out
where his husband had disappeared to, Zack was still left speculating why. He
didn’t even bother to shower and change; he just headed for the gallery.
“Okay, Jojo, I’m here,” Rene announced,
looking around the room and wondering why the lights were turned so low. Music
softly playing in the background also puzzled him. But that was only until he
was grabbed from behind and roughly turned around.
Before Rene could utter a protest,
Jojo’s mouth repulsively flattened over his and he felt hands tearing at his
clothing. Having been pushed to the point of desperation, Jojo had banished all
thoughts of employing his usual gentler and polished means to get what he
wanted; but time having run out, he felt he had little choice.
Struggle as he might, Rene was unable
to push off his attacker. It briefly flashed through his mind that Zack had
been right in cautioning him. He only now wished he had heeded the warnings.
As suddenly as the assault had begun it
ended as Jojo was wrenched from him and flung against the far wall. Rene
immediately found himself yanked into a pair of strong, welcoming arms. Three
hearts were beating rapidly; all for varying reasons.
Not quite able to fathom what had just
happened, Rene merely clung to his rescuer, thankful he’d arrived in time. “I-I’m
s-so sorry,” he shamefully stammered into Zack’s shirt.
“We’ll discuss it later!” Zack growled
as he pushed the younger man to arms’ length to check him over. Then he turned
his attention toward the man cowering on the floor behind them. “Get up!” he
commanded, hauling the terrified gallery owner to his feet. “You can hand over the money due my husband
now or after I pulverize you.” Zack knew it was an idle threat but hoped Jojo
didn’t. “The choice is yours.” Zack was breathing hard and his heart was
pounding painfully. He was finding it a grueling challenge to maintain his
self-control. Fortunately, his common sense was gaining on his almost
overwhelming desire to badly injure this man.
Unable, or wisely unwilling, to offer
any objection, Jojo cautiously did as he was told and gave Rene a certified
cheque. He maintained a nervous watch on Zack in case the large alpha male
decided physical retribution was still on the agenda. He expelled a long sigh
of relief when the two other men, apparently satisfied that the monetary
transaction was in order, merely turned and walked out of his establishment. He
fervently hoped it would be the last time he saw them. He would forever grudgingly
acknowledge, if only to himself, he’d got off lightly. Even his inability to
accomplish his goal failed to unsettle him as it would normally have.
Back in their hotel room, Zack quickly
devested Rene of his clothing and, with a stinging smack on his bare bottom,
sent him scrambling to get in the shower. It was after they’d cleaned up and
were sitting on the bed in their boxers that Zack opened the conversation with,
“Why?”
Although Rene had used the time since
Zack’s timely arrival at the gallery to think of how he’d explain his actions,
he had yet to organize his thoughts. He sadly shook his head and murmured, “I
really don’t know. I guess when he called I kinda felt I owed him.”
“You owed him nothing, my lad. Jojo
Grant made a hell of a lot of money on your efforts. It was your talent and
hard work that made this showing a success. It is him who owes you.” Zack moved
on to the more critical issue. “That man is a dodgy individual with
narcissistic tendencies. You were forewarned, were you not?”
“Yes,” Rene reluctantly admitted in a
voice barely above a whisper. He’d certainly stepped over the line this time.
Zack sighed and announced, “We’re going
to hold off further discussion until we get home tomorrow evening, Rene.”
The younger man glanced up in surprise.
This was so unexpected as Zack rarely put off a reprimand; especially one as
well-earned as this.
“Is making me wait additional penance,
Zack?”
It was Zack’s turn to be surprised. He
immediately realized his intentions had been misconstrued. “Not at all, pet.
Think about it.” He paused for a moment, then explained. “I had several reasons
for waiting. First, we are in a relatively public place. The hotel is full and
while some sounds from fellow occupants might be expected, spanking you isn’t
one of them. Secondly, we have a long flight ahead of us and sitting for that
length of time will be uncomfortable enough without having to so do on a very
sore backside. I thought you might appreciate waiting. Lastly, you put yourself
in danger, Rene. That is unacceptable and deserving of more than a
hand-spanking, but I don’t have your paddle here.”
Rene cringed, but at the same time felt
a sense of relief at Zack never travelling with the paddle. “Yeah, you’re
right,” Rene readily agreed to postponing what had to happen.
Zack got to his feet and began pulling
down the bedding. “Besides, it late and we need to get some rest.”
Both men got under the covers and Rene
relaxed into the comfort of Zack’s bigger body spooned around him even though
he correctly assumed sleep would likely prove evasive.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Zack and Rene stood off to the side of
the large conservatory. It had been six weeks since they’d last been in Delilah
Mechado’s home. Rene had his hands behind his back with his fingers crossed. To
quell his nervousness as he waited for the painting to be unveiled, he thought
back to their arrival home after their last trip to Toronto.
The flight had been long but uneventful.
Zack’s dads had picked them up at the airport and taken them out for dinner.
Once in the comfort of their own home, they had settled in the study to discuss
in more detail the issue weighing on their minds. Both knew the outcome.
Rene was unaware of flinching at the
recollection of being across Zack’s lap. He’d started twisting and kicking when
the paddle was applied, wondering when it would be over. Then he remembered
that Zack needed to be sure of his complete acceptance of the punishment and why
it was happening
As always, when it was over Zack had carefully
turned him over to slowly rock him until he calmed down. And as always, he
zoned out at the welcomed emotional release brought about by Zack’s soothing
mantra of forgiveness and love.
Rene didn’t enjoy spankings but, in all
honesty, felt they help him stay safe and become the man he was proud to be. For
some reason still not fully understood by him, he reveled in the act of
submitting to the older man.
His mind was brought back to the present
when he felt Zack’s arm tighten around his shoulders. He glanced up to see what
had attracted his husband’s attention. Following Zack’s line of sight, he
spotted the art gallery owner in the company of a tall woman whom Rene had met
once before. It was Elisha Grant. Although she had probably never been
considered beautiful or even relatively pretty, she was somewhat striking in
her own way. Unfortunately, she also had a bearing about her that made her
appear unapproachable. ‘Hmmm, maybe it’s just a shielding disguise,’ Rene
thought.
He grinned slightly while pondering the
change in Jojo’s demeanor. The man appeared rather cowed, his haughty attitude diminished,
the falseness of his smile now so easy to discern. Rene wondered how he has
missed it when first meeting the man.
“Guess the rumours might be true after
all,” he murmured for Zack’s ears only. “I had heard through the grape vine the
last young man Jojo took advantage of, decided getting revenge would heal
injured feelings. Story goes he had a long talk with Jojo’s wife so now she
seldom lets him out of her sight.” Rene couldn’t stop himself from snickering
at the idea of Jojo’s actions being so heavily monitored.
The two men watched as Jojo’s eyes
slowly surveyed the large room. The eyes widened slightly as they landed on
them and quickly turned away, indicating their owner’s apparent discomfort.
Everyone’s attention was directed to
the raised platform at the front of the room when Delilah clapped her hands,
demanding all eyes and ears be exclusively on her.
She graciously thanked her guests for
coming and launched into a speech on the reason for this gathering. She
expounded Rene’s talents and boasted of her good fortune in being able to
acquire his services.
Then the moment was upon them and she
invited Rene to stand beside her while her portrait was being unveiled.
“Come up with me,” Rene whispered to
his husband, taking his hand.
“No, my love,” Zack shook his head at
the pleading look in the younger man’s eyes. “This is your moment. I’ll watch
from here.” He gave Rene a smile of encouragement and a gentle push.
Delilah and Rene stood side-by-side.
Delilah’s expression was one of joyous anticipation mixed with a corresponding
amount of uncertainty. Would the picture meet her lofty expectations? Rene’s,
on the other hand, was one of reserve and acute wariness at being part of the
main attraction.
The braided rope was given a tug and
the silk cover fluttered to the floor. A hush fell over the room as the
painting came into view.
Rene turned to Delilah upon hearing her
gasp. Her hand was over her mouth and her eyes were filling with tears. But
were they tears of joy or disappointment?
She reached for Rene’s arm and clung
tightly to it. Her head moved slowly back and forth as she struggled to find
the words to express herself. She was elated! The portrait surpassed her
wildest dreams.
The woman gazing back at her was
ageless. She had a softness about her that few people would recognize while at
the same time acknowledging that most of them had known her for years; some
even for most of her adult life.
The artist had grasped the real person
behind the outward façade of aloofness she maintained.
Delilah smiled brightly up at Rene
before throwing her arms around him. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she
murmured, “I can never thank you enough.”
Rene glanced over her shoulder to see
Zack clapping along with the others and beaming with pride.
Although he had not been in attendance to
count the tireless hours spent in the studio or to see the painting in
progress, only Zack knew the immense amount of time and immeasurable effort
that had gone into this work of art. Only he in his heart knew it had been a
work of love and adulation for a lonely woman they had both come to think highly
of and care about.
The End.