Auguries of Summer

Chapter 2-3

Monday morning, Jack rushed past the open bathroom door. “Have a good day!” he shouted. But then I heard him walking back to me. “Wait—what are you doing?” he asked. He leaned on the door, his mere presence flustering me.

I met his eyes in the mirror and tried to pretend I wasn’t affected by his gaze roaming all over my naked chest. “Shaving,” I said, from under the shaving foam. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I knocked the razor blade against the sink and then rinsed it in the pool of warm water.

“I see that, thank you. But why is there hair all over the floor?” He stepped in. “Oh, you cut your hair,” he said, eying me over.

“Don’t come in here or you’ll get that fancy suit of yours covered in hair.”

In the mirror, Jack’s eyes flashed at me. “So, you do like my new white suit.” He dusted my shoulders briskly. “You should have asked me to do the back of your head at least.” He caressed the nape of my hair. “It’s a little crooked here.”

“Yeah, well, it gets a little complicated.” I ran the faucet and started rinsing my face.

“Let me fix it,” Jack said, behind me. He slipped his snazzy white blazer off and hung it on the towel rack.

“Aren’t you gonna be late for work?” I patted my face with a hot towel and checked my reflection in the mirror. I’d used my hair clipper to do the sides and back of my head, but had missed a few spots. “Yeah, I kind of messed up, didn’t I?”

“Nothing I can’t fix. Remember, I dated a hair stylist and he thought me a few tricks.” Jack unfastened the wrists buttons of his shirt and then rolled up his sleeves.

“I bet he did.”

Jack ignored my remark. “Let me get a kitchen stool first. You’re too tall for me this way.” He walked out before I could argue with him. Moments later, he returned with the chair and gestured for me to sit. “Okay,” he said, once I was seated. He examined my hair. “Let’s see what we have here.”

I sat, facing the mirror, staring at our reflection. As usual, Jack looked fantastic and so perfectly put together. His black hair was impeccably combed.

“We could do this later,” I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my furry chest and homemade haircut. “I’m just going to spend my day scrubbing floors and toilets. Not like anybody ever gives me a second glance.”

Jack gently pulled my head back. “People give you plenty of second glances; you just don’t notice the looks you get.”

“Hard to notice looks when your head is in a toilet.”

“All right, all right.” Jack turned the clipper on and ran his hand over the top of my head. “I love your hair. It’s so thick and healthy, like wheat or something.” He rolled the hair clipper over the spot I’d missed, the buzzing sensation drawing a quick chuckle out of me. “Quit squirming, will you? Just sit still.”

I sat up straight, watching him in the mirror. Jack’s expression was so serious. He was furrowing his brow, completely focused on his task. I wanted to take his small agile hands into mine and press them to my chest. Here I was again, getting a hard-on just thinking of his breath in my ear. The scent of his cologne in the air was making it more and more difficult for me to keep my head. I looked down at my lap, seeing the bulge of my erection in my jeans.

Jack slowly turned my head. “Let me get this spot right here,” he whispered.

In the mirror, our eyes met again and I couldn’t look away. I sat there shirtless, my heart pounding so hard I could see it beating through my chest.

Jack breathing changed and his cheeks darkened.

I lowered my eyes to the shape of his d**k swelling in his fitted pants.

But before I could touch him, Jack quickly stepped away and dropped the clipper on the counter. “It’s good like that,” he muttered and rinsed his hands, staring down at the sink.

I slowly rose and stood right behind him. The heat of his body drew me to him and I pressed my mouth to his ear and kissed his earlobe. Jack didn’t move. In the mirror, I saw him moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue, but still, he wouldn’t look at me. He was breathing hard now, his body reacting to every one of my moves in subtle invitations. Reaching around him, I unfastened his belt and pants, and slowly slipped his underwear down over his white thighs. Then pressing myself up against his back, I opened the medicine cabinet above his head and found what I needed. Flushed with fever, I put on a rubber and prepared my sheathed c**k with lube.

I pushed my knee between Jack’s thighs, forcing them open.

Jack grasped the counter and let out a soft moan.

I slipped my free hand under his fancy white shirt and pressed him close up against me, while I slowly and gently penetrated him.

Jack groaned a little and leaned forward on the sink, opening himself up to me. He finally raised his face, and in the mirror, we locked eyes—something so beautiful passing between us, it heightened all of my senses. I held him tighter, thrusting my hips slow, f*****g him without a sound or a word. Jack was nimble and hot in my arms, nothing of him resisting me, and I thrust faster, our bodies slamming into the sink now. Jack’s face flushed pink. “Harder,” he said under a breath, his body tightening against mine. I was so wild for him—how could I ever let him go? I wanted to be deeper inside him. I dug my fingers into his chest and reached over to stroke him with my free hand, my own knees bending from the climax pushing through me. We made love standing up against the sink, looking into each other’s eyes in the mirror, until Jack clenched his ass and turned his face to kiss me, his hot c*m spilling all over my hand, “Oh, I love you,” he moaned softly against my lips. Pushing him harder into the sink, I shuddered, coming with him in spasms.

I leaned on him a little, and then wheezing, gently pulled out.

Jack stepped away from me and stared down at himself. “Look at me. I’m covered in c*m and hair.” He hurried out of his clothes. “Now I’m gonna be late for sure.”

I reached into the shower stall and turned the hot water dial all the way. “Get in there quick then,” I said, picking up my jeans. Then I paused.

When Jack had come, he’d said…

Had he?

Had he really said I love you?

No, I must have misunderstood. Or imagined it.

“f**k,” he said, “and I have that new girl starting, too. I need to be there before she gets to the store.” Jack was the manager at Uomo Nuevo, an upscale clothing store downtown. He stepped into the shower. “Do you think maybe you could give me a ride to work this morning?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course.” I wanted to join him in the shower, but something stopped me from it. I cleaned up at the sink instead and left the bathroom.

In my bedroom, I slipped on a fresh pair of boxer shorts and then my gym pants, but I realized I was anxious, moving quickly from one place to another, confusion and fear taking over me.

“Hey, uh, I think I’ll take the subway after all,” Jack said. He stood in my bedroom doorway, clad only in a towel. “With traffic downtown, it’ll be a mess anyway.”

“Are you sure? I can drive—”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Jack shot me a quick look. “I’ll see you at dinner?”

“Actually, I’m having—”

“Oh, right. You’ll be at your dad’s this evening.” Jack stepped back into the hallway. “Well, then I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Jack?” I called his name, but didn’t know what I’d to say to him.

He poked his face in my door. “Yes?” he asked with an expectant expression.

I wanted to ask him if he’d really said those three words to me before.

“Good luck today,” I finally said instead.

Jack hesitated and tipped his head, looking straight at me. “Is that it?”

Embarrassed, I had to look away.

But when I looked at the door again, Jack was already gone.