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SuMMeR SoLSTiCe 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Diego felt lost, after Michael's cell phone rang some pop tune, then had gone off and left him for a delivery, which he didn't have time to discuss right now.
Rockbottom didn't open till 9:30, fifteen minutes from now. Looking out the two sets of double doors, there wasn't a crowd, like `black Friday', waiting to bust down the doors. A family of four sitting on a wooden bench.
Turning back to the main attention-getter, the huge aquarium taking up one entire wall of the lobby, he took inventory, Diego deciding he had viewed every fish in there. Though, it made him smile, seeing other creatures begin to come to life, like they were on a timetable, coming out to greet visitors when the doors flung open.
He started for the big tank, but then an unknown curiosity stoked his interest, making a sharp right turn. Walking over to the office Dr. Tetreau came out of, Diego tried looking through the smoky glass windows, formed in the design of abstract fish. He smiled, finding out the only porthole was through a fish eye!
"Hmm," he thought out loud, viewing a very tiny portion of the inside, Tetreau's desk. It mildly overwhelmed him, "Aren't we the tidy one!"
Suddenly a voice rang out!
A voice he knew, "Hey dad, look who I met!"
Diego learned a lot in all of under 2 minutes. Shoulder to shoulder, Desi's arm over another kids, not only did he get the rundown, the young tween being 10 years old, almost 11, his name `Cedric', and surprising, "And he's Math's son!"
"Well, looks like you got farther than me!" Diego explains, not getting beyond the `Dr. Tetreau'.
Tetreau steps forward, "Mathieu," he reintroduces himself. Though, hidden from Diego, as he looked through the frames on the bridge of his nose, Mathieu had such an urge for more than a handshake! Purposely breaking the wanting, he derails his mind, "I allow the kids who work here to call me Math,'" explaining, "it starting a while ago, one of the kids calling me by that name and, it stuck!'"
Happy for the smalltalk, it gave Diego a chance to check the director out.
Then again, fate strikes, Cedric pestering, "Uh, dad, you're going to call Caleb? Remember?"
"Oh sure. Excuse me," he leaves the three, stepping into the office, where Diego had seen the environment of a perfectly neat person.
While away, he had a chance to meet and greet Cedric. Though, Desi filled in a lot of the blanks, whereas if Mathieu were present, he might have been embarrassed by the facts being spewed out, point blank, "Cedric's dad is gay too and just like you dad, he once had a mom. Isn't the cool?"
Cedric volunteers, "Yeah, she ran away too."
Obviously, Desi had shared much with Cedric and no doubt they compared notes. All this was news to him, Mathieu being gay, having a young son a little younger than Desi and the more he dwell on it, he wonders how much Michael has told, if anything, to Mathieu, about him?
"All set," Mathieu returns, brushing both hands together, like a dirty deed is all done and out of the way, "Caleb should be here momentarily."
Out of nowhere they hear loud and clear, "Oh good! More help with the fish guts!"
Right away Desi's whole face shrivels up in a disgusted look, him mumbling, "Ye-e-ech!"
Cedric laughs, which sets Diego to thinking Caleb is pulling a fast one of them. After all `Michael' had said there were no fish guts. Diego turns to Mathieu, "There's no fish guts, are there?"
Mathieu replies, "It's an ongoing joke around here."
"Bye dad!"
Caleb led the tweens away, like when Desi had arrived, his arm draped over Cedric's shoulder.
Diego remarks, "Well they certainly didn't waste any time becoming friends, did they?" his attention swept from the kids to Mathieu's face. The look, Diego could not decipher.
As for Mathieu, he was thinking, he hoped it wouldn't take long for them to do the same.
Frankly, when Michael had told Mathieu about one of the young wards' fathers, though he wasn't into playing matchmaker for Diego or anyone else, it was Mathieu's provocation which made Michael tell all about Diego, mentioning the `single' factor. Of course, this would not mean anyone could be gay on that alone, but Michael happened to slip and, knowing Mathieu's family background, mentioned Desi's father having the same outlook when it came to a father singly raising a son.
Then again, hearing the story from Michael, Mathieu wasn't phased too much, because he wasn't into hooking up at the moment. Though, Michael building up Diego's character, he was willing to at least meet' the man. Unknown to Michael or anyone else, Matthieu staked out the parking lot this morning and the first sound of someone in the lobby, dashed right out. After doing so, Mathieu was glad he did. He wasn't into big, ripped musclemen, party guys, or guys into themselves. As he play around online at some gay chatrooms, he portrayed a guy who was down to earth', looking for the same. Setting eyes upon Diego, Matheiu's thoughts, especially about the dark brown glasses, this guy's kind of geeky. Matheiu loved geeky guys! However, talking with Diego, he wasn't at all what his appearance dictated. But above all, Mathieu found him to be down-to-earth and that is what was important right now. Of course, like any man would, tried checking
out the pants!
"I guess I better think about heading on back home."
Not if Mathieu could help it, "Have you had your breakfast, Diego?"
"I would have, if I could had gotten the cereal box away from Michael!" he laughed. Given a look, Diego concludes, "Long story!"
Not going there, perhaps making Diego explain something deeper', whereas Mathieu knew, if it involved Michael, could require explaining something a person would not want to be public', he skips to, "Coffee? Bagel?"
Seeing the interest in his `morning story' die, plus Diego already had it planted in his mind, about 10 minutes ago, if there was reason to stay, he would stay, he moved on, "Sure!"
Then, turning his attention from Raj, the counter guy, Mathieu faced Diego, who was almost `on top of him'.
"Oh, sorry," Diego apologizes, backing off a little.
Little had Diego realized, the little pangs of his heart had made him gravitate inches towards the counter. In appearance, it would look like, to any one, he was getting a closer glance at the trays of food. In reality, he sandwiched Mathieu in between himself and the runner, conveyor in which trays ran across, from east to west. This put Mathieu in a box', though if he realized Diego's encroachment and wanted to', he could have escaped to the east or west. He didn't want to!
He hoped Mathieu would `buy it', "Just getting a closer look at what's on the menu!"
`Yeah, right!' Mathieu was thinking, saying, "That's okay. Feast your eyes all you want," he went about his business of taking the coffee cups off of Raj's hands.
All these subtle hints dropped by Mathieu were forming opinions in Diego's mind. Yeah', he thought, Michael has already told Mathieu all about `him' and the only true thing Michael has informed him about Mathieu was he had a 9-inch dick!
Following Mathieu to a table he dwell on this, which made him involuntarily smile. He wasn't doing it only because of the number 9, cut or uncut, fat or... whether he had a nice set of balls to go with it, whether they were hairy or shaved, but beyond the balls/
It was a tough guess. Like any man, any obstacle a guy could run up against, Mathieu sported a relaxed dress look, dressy slacks, unlike Michael, a white dress shirt and tie, which covered most of Mathieu's facade. Too, underneath the dress shirt could be seen the indelible cut out of a white tee shirt. The man was impeccably dressed.
Great for Matthieu, but for Diego's sake of learning what lay underneath the fabric, other than semi-perky nips, he didn't have a clue!
Of the quirky half-smile, not going unnoticed by Mathieu, "Did I say something funny?"
"No," Diego was quick to brush off.
Figuring he had played the `cat and mouse game' long enough, Matthieu replies, "You have a very nice smile, Diego," he sits at the table.
"I do?" Diego wonders now, how much information about himself Michael has volunteered. Certainly, having lay with Diego twice now, Michael surely knew how big his cock can get, lips wrapped around the bulk of it, how deep it can penetrate a mouth, ability of his cock to seal off a man's air-shaft.
Looking up at Diego, Mathieu extends a hand in gesture, "Sit."
"Thanks," Diego replies in words and pulling the chair out and parking his butt on it. He went to work tearing at his bagel.
Breaking silence, something Matheiu knew Diego would appreciate, "Michael tells me you live on the beach?"
`Aha!' it came to Diego! Michael has been talking about him! With a sigh of "Ahem," Diego asks, "oh really? What else has Michael been saying about me?"
When Michael had talked up Diego with Mathieu, told him about the 27 year old bachelor, with a young teen son about the same age as Cedric, his intentions were that of a matchmaker, even though he claimed he wasn't into matchmaking!
It wouldn't be the first time anyone has tried to pull this one on Mathieu. Penny, Mathieu's sister from Colorado, had tried pawning off her husband's sister on him. Because he didn't see her, except at family gatherings of life and death, he hadn't bothered mentioning he was gay'. How would she know otherwise? At 1813 miles away, he just kindly gave her a no thank you' and moved on.
Protective of not only himself, but his son, he didn't take anybody's word, where a relationship was concerned. Even Michael, he was skeptical. However, no matter how much a man thinks about it, putting what's best for his kin and himself, when he lays eyes on another man, all that logic can go right out the window!
Such is what happened a half hour ago, Mathieu turns the tables, "What has Michael told me about you?" However, Diego asking first, the look was on his face, almost demanding an answer first, "Um, everything?"
Diego, by habit, places a thumb on the right side of the frame of his glasses, finger to the left, pushing them up on his face. He sits back in his chair, folding arms across his middle. More, he looks like a man ready for interrogation, himself the interrogator, "And?"
Dropping his bagel onto his plate, Mathieu wipes his lips with his napkin. Why did he suddenly feel like a man in the line of fire, ready to undergo a barrage of questioning? Clearing his throat, "Um, what would you like to know?"
By this time, whereas Michael was involved, Diego knew there probably wasn't much left unsaid about him, except maybe the password on his Facebook account, among other passwords, numbers and letters in his life. Probably because of his association with his next door neighbors, Kyle and Alex, he trusted Michael. He found out the same as they became closer friends, let alone the fact Michael was an excellent cock-sucker. Thinking on it, made his smirk turn into a smile. Since no one was in the cafeteria except the two of them, Diego pushes aside whatever he thinks otherwise of what Mathieu knows of him, with an insatiable desire to know, "I'm sure Michael has told you a lot about me, but I'm curious to know what you think of his blowjobs?"
`OMG!' he thought to himself! It wasn't the question he was expecting!
"Are you all right, Mathieu?"
Unknowing, they had a keen observer. Raj had used a full pot of coffee as a facilitator, "Math, are you okay, man?"
He had really taken notice, Diego tearing his attention away from Mathieu, his eyes addressing the Indian dude with the UK accent, "Oh, I thought maybe you were from India?"
Mathieu so-welcomed' the diversion, Diego carrying on conversation with Raj, though he knew it would be a temporary fix for him to gather his thoughts. It was his own business with whom he carried on sexually behind the backdrop of his life. For the most part, since having a child of his own to take care of, especially entering the teen years of his life, Mathieu stay focused on Cedric and not himself. Moving to the Jersey shore in recent months, between his job and getting Cedric settled in, he has had little time for other' activity in his life.
Even now, he was cursing, but not cursing that damned power failure from the storm a few months ago. Well, now, it just made him smile to think of how he had to make the decision to close the marina, send everybody home, except Raj, which made him look up, seeing Diego now standing and talking with him and then reflecting back on original thoughts of Michael's jeep not wanting to start.
Raj and Diego. The two standing there is what shook Mathieu out of his reverie, a look back and then what could be a step ahead, "Uh, Raj," he held up his coffee cup, "I think I could take a warm up?"
"Oh sure, Math," and very politely Raj says, "excuse me a minute, Diego."
Diego loved the accent, a mishmash of sound, melding the Indian with the British pronunciation. Through their minutes of chat he had found out much, Raj being 19 years old, from a well off family, having gotten off on the science foot attending the University of Liverpool, his father's business, which brought him to the United States, among some slight personal matters, like his boyfriend, Phil Dumont, whom he was taking up the slack at the cafeteria food bar, until Phil reported to work.
The fresh cup of coffee seemed the dividing line in the status of their conversation, but also, Phil showing up, "I'm here! You can go, babe!"
Minutes ago, Diego already figured out, not that Raj was `gay', but he was too young for him to even think about anything as much as dating. Now, Phil entering into the scene, especially the affectionate peck on the cheek, well Diego could cross Raj off his mental list of contenders. In fact, the two walking off and him settling back into his seat, he was about to bring it up, Raj a nice catch for a man.
Only, Mathieu cut right in with, "About Michael."
"What about him?" Diego forgot where they left off.
Thinking, if Raj left enough of an impression for Diego to forget about Michael?' Hmm...' `Nah,' Mathieu reckons the conversation will come up again; he should get it off his chest, "You asked me if Michael was a good cocksucker?"
It was the perfect means for Diego to come out' to Mathieu, like out in the open, publicly and not these insinuations going back and forth between them, "Oh, well that's my opinion, but I was interested in knowing your opinion. Every man has their own." Whatever started him up, Diego didn't stop there, "I mean I think Michael has not only a very talented mouth, but that tongue!'" Diego giggles.
Coughing, fake, Mathieu clears his throat, which is something he did after 69-ing with Michael, swallowing a load which was more than he could swallow, he didn't refer to the 2-hour incident, his mind on, "Are you trying to make me hard?"
Right now, the only important thing was the moment.' Like a bubble around their world, only a few things mattered: Michael' and how hard he could keep a guy, the state of Mathieu's cock' and Diego' and what he was feeling now, both in mind and spirit. Outside of this bubble, the world around kept going, oblivious to their little camaraderie and how it revolved around their thinking.
Feeling giddy, "Are you hard, Mathieu?" Diego smiles.
"Um," he slips his hand off the table, like a raft going down a waterfall. Feeling for a second, not that he couldn't feel a slight tingling sensation already, "a little." He laughs.
Their personal feelings discovered, Diego further inquires, "So Michael treated you `good', huh?"
Still with humor, Mathieu holds his right hand up, pulling it out of his crotch, holding it up like a stop sign, flipping it back and forth, "I better take this away, or else!" he laughs again.
The coffee and bagel became second thought to Diego, "Is that why you wear dark slacks?"
He had to look, the farthest from Mathieu's mind, "Oh," he glanced down, then up, "I forgot what pants I put on this morning!"
Diego couldn't say he was totally comfortable with the conversational topic, even though they were the only ones in the cafeteria. Raj and Phil had gone off, probably the kitchen, or supply closet, he raises a brow. Foremost, he thought Mathieu's laughter might be nervousness, "Um, maybe we should save this topic of discussion for later?"
"Oh. Okay," Mathieu replies, sitting back in his chair and like Diego had done moments ago, folds arms across his middle, perhaps revealing truth to Diego's assumption.
He didn't mean to do it, but as he has already discovered about himself, Diego `had' to glance.
"What?" Mathieu looks down upon himself, unfolding his arms, pulling on his dress shirt to see if he spilled something on himself.
"Nothing," Diego replies, but can't wipe the now-toothy grin from his face, Matthieu making it very obvious, his pointy nips!
Letting his shirt go, Mathieu cocks his head to one side and smirks.
It was enough of a hint, Diego feeling comfortable enough to say, softly, even though there wasn't anyone else to hear it, giggles it out, "I have this thing for a man's pecs!"
He laughs, which got Mathieu laughing, almost like the two were drunk, laughter intoxicating, overtaking them both.
It seemed nothing could stop them, except `the devil himself!'
"How's the party going?" Michael slaps his clipboard down on the table, grabs a chair and straddles it backwards, lining his arms along the top, his chin atop his forearm.
Suddenly silence envelopes the room, the two staring at Michael.
"What's up?" Michael gets all serious, picking his chin up.
Stoney-face, his director replies solemnly, "We were talking about a remarkable friend, a superlative talent, whom we have both enjoyed..."
"Want to cut the fancy talk, Math and tell it to me straight?"
Diego had to admit, knowing the point Mathieu was going to get across, he was laying it on thick. Though, he learned another thing about the man, other than he liked sucking cock, he could be in a completely silly mood and change his tune like day and night. As the conversation was reeling, like three having sex and one being left out, Diego relays, "We were comparing notes on your cocksucking abilities, Michael!"
It left a slight smile of Diego's face, a wide grin on Michael, but Mathieu had this look, sort of appalling, which after glancing back and forth at the two, made his lips turn up and his teeth show, which made him automatically start off with laughter, a little evil in nature.
Then, like clockwork the cafeteria doors busted open, Phil and Raj stationing them in permanent `open for business' stature, little stops against the floor.
Breaking the ice, Michael says, "Hmm, maybe the three of us should get together sometime!"
He didn't get an answer, didn't expect one, pushing up from his chair, grabbing his clipboard, saying, "Signature," his finger on a line. As quick as he came, Michael rushes off.
Clicking his pen and putting it back in his shirt pocket, he looks where Diego is looking, saying, "My nip?"
"No," Diego giggles, "your pen sprung a leak!"
Seeing the place fill up, Mathieu says, "I better go take care of this."
Thinking it good time to bow out, Diego replies, "I guess this is a good time to split!"
He noticed, when Mathieu got up, he didn't pick up his tray, but Diego took his, asking, "Where does this go?"
Motioning for Diego to put it back on the table, "One of the amenities around here. We don't have to pick up after ourselves!"
"Oh," after looking around, Diego says, "part of the `ward' program?" seeing two make rounds of the tables, picking up leftovers, wiping them down.
"Trying to keep America employed! We can only take so many, but we can take more wards if we `invent' jobs!"
He knew Desi would be making nickels and dimes for the work he was about to do this summer at Rockbottom. Probably what these girls were doing, it would not draw a hefty salary either.
"I take it, not all are involved in the actual `water' part of the marina?"
"Not so."
Figuring this is it, Diego lay his tray back down on the table. Both employees and guests filtering in, him wading through the entrants.
Following Mathieu, who would occasionally turn shoulder towards Diego, replies, "In fact, if you have a few additional minutes, I could take you on a tour?"
By the time they reached the outer corridor, Diego had to make up his mind. He knew he had Alex's Briefline' cock-jocks on the drawing board of his dining room table, but also leeway of Alex being away at some upper crust model's photo shoot' at a bigwig of the fashion world's mansion in Austrailia for three weeks, Kyle chaperoning their 6 year old.
"Have you thought it over?" Mathieu puts it to him, knowing Diego had already voiced opinion of hurrying off to some kind of project he was working on.
True, Michael had clued Mathieu in on Diego's profession, graphic designer, more into home fashions like rugs, curtains and bedding. He laughed when Michael told him of Diego moving into the beach home and whether it was coincidental, meeting up with his next door neighbor, Alex Nouguet, up and coming men's fashion designer. Mathieu couldn't help but feel something', Michael telling of the encounter, Alex and Kyle taking Justin next door to welcome Diego and Desi to the beach community, chancing of what they heard from the cable guy, single dad and one child, a son', which also thrilled Justin, even though he had other children his age to play with. Regardless, with Kyle monitoring the boys, Alex talked `briefs', and knowing Diego was into fashion, via the cable guy, brought up the problem he was having with one of his briefs, the horizontal zipper!
Mathieu could not conclude he didn't come out of Michael's description of Diego's job qualifications without a semi-erection. The day Michael was filling him in on all of this, made him lock his office door!
"I think I have a few minutes to spare," Diego quaintly smiles after closing the side exit to the cafeteria.
"Great!" Mathieu replies, maybe a bit over-enthusiastically!
Games!
Leader and follower, it became synonymous with `The Three Little Pigs', though the wolf had reached the brick house and instead of securing the crowbar against the back of the door, the pig had thrown the wolf a curve, leaving the door wide open.
What Mathieu hadn't planned on, enroute to his office, "Hey dad! Look at this!"
Pretty much on the same page as Mathieu, in all possible situations, hoping to get to know him better, it threw Diego's mind off kilter.
Running towards the dads, tall bottles filled with sloshy water and something bobbing around inside, Desi says excitedly, "Look what we made!"
It wasn't too knew an idea for Cedric, having worked as a ward since the end of the spring term at school, 7 days ago, but 7 days ago he didn't have Desi as a friend!
Squatting down, Diego inquires, "What have you got there?"
He licked his lips, ready to tell, but being he wasn't a whiz at these complicated name-callings, Desi resorts to, "What did Caleb say it was again, Ced?"
Two things occurred.
Seeing Cedric getting along very well with Desi, it made Mathieu all giddy inside with eager anxiety, which gave him more of a sure feeling that, putting aside some his usual morning schedule was the right thing to do, and leading Diego to his office a more productive move. His reasoning behind all this, if the boys were getting along well, why shouldn't he and Diego?
"Coenobita clypeatus."
"Right, what he said," Desi agrees, rather than repeat what he can't rattle off as fast as Cedric!
The other good feeling, Diego was happy Desi and Cedric had hit it off. If not around home, at least his son would have a summer buddy to hang out with at the marina.
More talkative of the two, Desi hurries, "We gotta go, dad. Caleb says we can't keep Herman..."
"Herman?" Diego stands up with the container.
"We have to take him back to his home," Cedric breaks silence on his own.
Then `poof!' The duo were gone!
Feeling up his pocket, Mathieu sets them back on course, "I suppose I should think about changing this shirt!"
As they proceed down the hallway, it was on Diego's mind `where' Mathieu intended on changing. He had no qualms about it being his office. Though, what a waste if the ink hadn't seeped through the dress shirt and onto the tee shirt!
Of course, along the way people would stop and say hello, Matheiu introducing Diego to many, of which he would not remember, because he was a terrible keeper of names. Though there was one, a hot looking lad, Cody, with all the superlatives a hot guy could own; tall, blond, ruggedly built swimmer shoulders, so the contour of his clothing depicted, shaggy close-cropped beard and to top it off, an accent which would determine he was from the land down under.
"Here we go," Matheiu gave the door knob a twist and push.
"Nice office," Diego says, seeing it from the inside. "I, uh, saw from the fish eye in the window... you're quite the neat guy?"
Which, the view from the hull showed exactly that, papers and folders on the desk all squared off in neat piles, books showcased on shelves according to height, which Diego peruses, as a waste of time.
Hearing a file cabinet draw close, he turned around to see Matthieu pull a shirt from it, "I knew I had one in here in case of emergencies as this."
Maybe he was thinking too hard on it, saying what he wished for, "You're not going to change here?"
"Would be nice," Mathieu replies, flashing Diego a spiffy smile, "but there's no lock on the door. Imagine what someone would think," he changes an ordinary inflection to sexy', "if they opened the door and found me shirtless and you' watching?"
Gesturing, Diego does an about face, "I could turn my back?"
Giggling, Mathieu replies, "Are you kidding? I kind of have the feeling it could be hot stripping for you!"
While facing the wall, Diego rolls his eyes, turns back around and is all set for rebuttal, "Oh really? Are you planning on changing your pants as well?" he turns his head, almost resting his chin on his own shoulder.
He knew he was jumping the gun, Mathieu supposing, "Maybe after dinner, if it so moves me?"
Games!
"Dinner?" Diego exclaims, turning to fully confront Mathieu. "What happened to lunch?"
A scapegoat out, since he did make it seem like he was the one moving fast, "Are you hungry already?"
Wise to Mathieu, Diego asks, "Are you going to change that shirt?"
Looking at it, because frankly Mathieu had forgotten the reason for coming back to his office, "Sure."
Exiting the door into the hallway, Diego passes through, glides his elbow over Mathieu's midsection, without a clue he did it on purpose.
Searching for a reaction and not getting it, Mathieu figures Diego wasn't checking him out through the fibers of his elbow. Though, if he was and showed it, perhaps a delayed reaction of glancing over his shoulder, he would have reacted favorably. Either way, it did feel good!
Closing his office door, Diego asks, "Where to?"
"This way," Mathieu leads, down the corridor. However, they didn't traverse more than two minutes, a key drawn from his pocket, Mathieu using it to unlock a door.
Diego reads the sign on the door, "`Executive Lounge'?"
"For privileged personnel!"
Noticing right away he responds, "Kind of cozy in there. Maybe I should wait outside?"
Things had progressed along nicely so far, Mathieu not wanting to quell the moment, "I thought you wanted to see me change my shirt?"
`More', was Diego's silent reaction, though more than words could say, he walked right in, closing the door.
"It locks automatically," Mathieu says.
"Oh," Diego reciprocates. Fully turning to face Mathieu, he says of hands starting to unbutton, "Need any help?"
Of course he did! How could Mathieu ever possibly manage unbuttoning his shirt by himself! Dropping his hands to his sides was enough of a hint?
Stepping up to the plate, Diego reaches for the top button.
Mathieu steps forward, which careens Diego's knuckles into his chest. It wasn't intentional, only so he could reach up and tackle Diego's glasses. He takes them, folds the specs up and places them on the sink.
"I might not be able to see what I'm doing?" Diego smirks.
Especially with their bods about 3 inches apart and the fact the small `lounge' was more like a closet, containing 1 stall, 1 urinal, 1 sink and 1 way in and out, it did not leave much room for 2 guys.
In retort, Mathieu says, "Feel your way around."
Whether he meant it in a risque manner or what, Diego took it literally. Pulling the shirt out Mathieu's pants, he gave it a powerful yank.
"Oops!"
Backing up in surprise, Mathieu backed into the paper towel dispenser.
"Sorry about that," Diego realizing he had one button to go, tucked into the slacks, which when pulled out, it popped the last button off the shirt.
"My good white shirt, too!"
"Was? The pen leak?" Diego reminds.
"Oh right."
"Looks like the tee shirt, too?" he glances at a blue blotch right under the place where there's another indelible mark on the shirt, one which matches perfect to the other pec.
While Diego untucked the tee shirt, Mathieu stripped off his dress shirt.
"Mm-nice!" Diego remarks, lifting the tee and viewing the `underneath', dark brown hair flowing down Mathieu's stomach, more of a trail towards the center as it passes over his deep innie.
Wearing a polo shirt, Mathieu's attack, which Diego didn't fight off, was simple enough to lift off, maybe a reason why, if Diego still had his glasses on, it would be an obstacle.
"Well. Here we are," Diego concludes, both men stripped from the waist up.
"You're not nervous, are you?"
Right back at him, Diego says, "Me? Nervous?" After a pause, "Hell, yeah! You bet I'm nervous!" He laughs heartily.
"You're not the only one!" Mathieu laughs it off.
"Oh really? I was under the impression I wasn't the first man you lured to the men's private `lounge'?"
Saved by the bell', or rather the beep', Mathieu's hand shoots into his pocket, retrieving his cell phone. Not more then 2 seconds after, "Bummer!"
Excitement drove them to being shirtless, another type of eager enthusiasm causing them to coverup, the birth of a baby dolphin!
"Sorry about this!" Mathieu exclaims.
Diego was pretty sure of what was going to take place, but making sure they were in sync, "About what?"
Serious, but joking, Mathieu says, "About you trying to get me take my pants off?"
"Me?" Diego replies, watching Mathieu fix his tie in the mirror, "It was `you' who made mention of getting out of your pants after taking me to dinner?"
Halting, the tab ready to slide down the knot of his neck tie, "Me take you to dinner?"
He could give it, as well as take it, "Well it sure sounded like it, unless you're reneging on your offer? Or..." Diego throws him a line of bull, "was it only your intention to suck my dick?"
Now, `there' is something which Mathieu had no scope of, suddenly changing his tune, as he threaded his tie and firmed it up, "Why, I'd love to have your creamy dessert, Diego!"
One of his favorite positions, arms folded across his chest, Diego stood there smirking, then saying, "Whether you get dessert or not depends on if you finish everything on your plate!"
They laughed.
Diego led the way out, Matheiu calling him back, "Uh, forget about something?"
Turning, Diego sees his glasses in Mathieu's hands, unfolded and cruising in for a landing on the bridge of his nose. Stepping closer than he had to, their lips bonded for a quickie!
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