Chapter 4 After their walk in the park, Josh and James walked back to the bar and parted ways. Josh fought the urge to kiss James. He wanted to more than anything, but was willing to wait. When James placed a shy peck on lips, he blushed before turning and walking back towards his apartment with a smile on his face. The rest of the week flew by for Josh. Even his secretary commented on his change of attitude. By the time, the weekend rolled around he was hoping that James would call so that they could see each other again. When James called just past noon to ask him over for an early dinner, he immediately said yes, and they made plans for around five. Hanging up the phone, Josh had to shake his head at the familiarity of the voice he heard. He actually arrived to James' apartment a little bit early. He was excited to see him again. All during their night out, he had felt some kind of connection with the man, and he hoped to explore that further at dinner. Knocking on the door, he was obviously excited, bouncing on the heals of his shoes. When James opened the door, he was wiping his hands on a dish towel. His glasses weren't on, and Josh was able to get a better look at his crystalline eyes. Josh held out the bottle of wine in front of him, and James took it. "I didn't know what you were making, so I brought white." "That is fine. I was making chicken anyway. Come on in," James said motioning towards the living room. "I'll go put this in the fridge. Make yourself at home." Josh walked through the front door and straight into the living room. He looked around the small apartment noting its sparsh furnishings. He sat on the couch and picked up one of the photos he found on the side table. "That's my family. Mom, Dad, and my sister Stace and her husband." Josh put down the picture, and took the glass of wine that James held out to him. Taking a sip, he leaned back against the couch. "Dinner will be ready soon. Thanks for coming early." "It's okay. I wasn't doing anything today anyway." Looking down, he played with the cuff of the button-shirt he was wearing. "I was actually hoping you would call today." James blushed slightly as he brought his glass to his lips taking a sip. "Really?" Josh laughed. "Yes, really. I had a real nice time talking with you the other night. It was nice being away from work, and talking with someone nice, other than Chris." "I had fun with you, too. It was nice meeting someone new that I could talk with. I haven't been in the city for very long, ad it is hard for me to meet people, so when Chris mentioned you I thought what the heck. Couln't hurt any, right?" "No, it couldn't." James looked over at the clock. "Dinner should be ready. I'll go get it." He stood up and disappeared into the kitchen. When he brought the food back to the dining table, Josh was already seated waiting for him. They ate their meal continuing to talk like they had done the previous night. By the time they were done eating, Josh felt as if he knew a lot about James, and what he knew he liked. James seemed to be just what he was looking for. He wondered if James felt the same about him. After dinner, the two of them made their way back to the couch. Each holding another glass of wine. Josh was now getting nervous. He wanted more than anything to reach out and take the smaller man in his arms kissing him senseless, but he didn't want to appear too forward. It had been awhile since he had been in this position, and he didn't know what to do really. Taking a sip of wine, he put his glass down on the table and opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say. He looked over at James, and could see the silence between them was starting to make James feel uncomfortable, so he reached over and took James' glass from him, and put it next to his on the table. He saw the look of surprise cross James' face, and he reached up and stroked his cheek. James let his eyes flutter shut, ahs he saw Josh moving closer to him. The first touch of their lips was soft. Josh leaned back slightly, and waited for any sign from James that he wanted him him to stop, but he saw none. Moving close once again, he pressed his lips more firmly against James'. After a few moments of kissing, Josh let his tongue lick against James' lower lips asking for entrance into his mouth which he quickly granted. Josh moaned softly as he felt James run his hands over Josh's back before burying themselves into his hair. As their tongues dueled passionately, Josh moved so that he lay on top of James pressing him into the couch cushions as they continued to kiss passionately. He felt James press on his chest, and he lifted his head to look down at the man below him. Moving to sit up, he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." James shook his head. "No, it's okay. Just too fast. We just met and all." Josh nodded his head, ahs he picked up his glass to take a sip of wine. "I should get going. I had a real nice time again tonight." "Me, too." James stood up and walked towards the door with Josh following closely behind. When they reached the door, James reached up and pulled Josh towards him givng a brief but passionate kiss. "I'll call you sometime during the week." "Okay." Josh walked out into the hall and waited until jmes closed the door before walking away. It took him a little longer to get home, but he was soon walking through his front door. Throwing his keys on the table, he flopped onto the couch. He touched his fingers to his lips softly, and he could almost feel James lips still there. Sighing, he looked over to the clock seeing it was still early. Not past nine yet. He couldn't believe he had found someone like James. He was so real. It was unbelievable, but now he had another problem. James was easily the most beautiful and real person he’d met in a long time. He sincerely regretted putting such intense moves on him so quickly. Josh growled as he flipped the television on absently, hoping it would distract the nagging ache between his legs -- knowing that it was simply insane of him to be so horny. He felt disgusted, almost, that he’d allowed himself to lose such control. With someone so naive. Without thinking, he grabbed the phone and dialed Chris -- needing to get James’s number. It occurred to him that it wasn’t quite fair of James to have means to contact him. “Yo, Chris is on the line. What can I do you for?” Josh smirked a bit at the never-ending sense of humor his friend possessed. “Man, I need James’ phone number. Can you hook me up?” “Who is this?” Chris teased, and Josh grumbled, because he was in for some taunts. “Stop fucking around, Chris. Come on. I didn’t get it, and I really need to talk to him. So help me out, okay?” Josh unbuttoned his shirt, anxious to change into sweats and sweep the embarrassing memories of attacking James from his mind. Christ, he’d just about scared the guy to death, jumping him like that. And it angered him. “Hold on. Damn, can’t you take a joke? What’s into you tonight?” Chris paused, and Josh heard rustling of papers in the background. “Wait! Why the hell are you home? Fuck man, did you tank or what?” “Shut up!” Josh muttered, feeling cornered, waiting patiently for the overwhelming feeling of regret to subside so he could just take a cold shower and hit bed. He wasn’t entirely sure calling James was even the right thing to do, but unsettling emotions gnawed at his gut, and the feel of James under him was making it worse. Worse because he probably would have fucked him right there if given the chance. “Dammit, do you have the number or not?” Josh was panicking, reaching inside himself for clarity of some sort, wondering when the hell he’d gone from Mr. Nice Guy to sexual aggressor. Not liking it -- at all. “Hold your balls, man! Jesus. I’m getting it.” Josh stood up and paced, balling his shirt up and tossing it carelessly into the bathroom, moving to the kitchen where a chilled bottle of Stoli sat in his fridge. Grabbing the entire bottle, he snapped the apartment lights off and sat on his bed. When Chris sent the number through, he mumbled a quick ‘good-bye’ and clicked the phone off. Dialing immediately. While the phone rang, he took a shot directly from the bottle, needing it to calm his nerves, aching for some kind of rest. Those eyes haunted him though, sending hot coals directly to his gut, causing tiny surges of adrenaline to plague him moment after moment. And when James’ machine picked up, Josh sank a bit. Curious as to where he’d go after their date -- wondering if he was so horrified that he took off to a bar -- or for a walk. Images of James calling his momma flashed before him, and Josh cringed as he played out a pretend conversation. “James, how are you honey?” “Fine momma, acting class went well. Had a date with a big city architect who attacked me on my couch ... blah, blah, blah.” Josh failed to leave a message, instead curling his face into the palm of his hand. Blowing the scenario out of proportion, he knew, but it didn’t make the nag go away. The fact he’d kissed James forcefully. Suddenly needing to talk to Lance -- spew his pent up sexual aggression on someone. And that sexy bass voice was just the person. Shedding his pants, he crawled under the sheets naked, pausing to take a few more healthy swigs from the bottle in his hand. Welcoming the intensity of it as it slithered through his blood. He plunked the Stoli bottle down and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out the vibrator he’d purchased in the tiny boutique downtown from his office building. It had been sheer humiliation for him, Joshua Scott Chasez to purchase such a thing. And the slew of giggling women behind the register did nothing to help -- but he’d been inspired by Lance’s fantasy, and the rewards seemed like they would far outweigh the tiny bit of awkwardness he felt at that moment. Now he was glad he had it. Dialing the number, he waited for an answer, hoping Lance would pick up his extension. Disappointed when an  unfamiliar voice picked up. “Lance isn’t in?” Josh asked, his excitement crumbling. “Not yet, honey. He ain’t in until eleven. Want to hook up with another?” Josh glanced at the clock. He could wait, he decided, knowing Lance was the *only* one he could be satisfied with. “I’ll call back, thanks.” “Suit yourself.” The clock mocked him with time -- each fifteen minute section drifting by slowly in absolutely no hurry. Josh propped several pillows behind his head and stared at the idle vibrator in his lap, wondering just what he thought he’d accomplished by buying it, pondering if calling Lance had demented his mind in such a way that he attacked James. Worried that phone sex was becoming more addicting than real life. But those eyes -- that ass. It just preoccupied his mind. The glasses he’d worn that first night. The way his body moved. Watching him sip wine. The incredible feel of his body. Blood began to pump downward and Josh groaned as the images caused his dick to harden. The memory of James on his lips. Spying the clock he sighed. Nearly eleven. He switched the vibrator on, and it shimmied in his hands, causing him to laugh. His long fingers splayed over the length of it and he let the smooth texture sink into his palm. With a giggle. He was actually going to use the thing. The grandfather clock in his foyer began to bong through the apartment, and Josh felt his stomach twist with anxiety. He gulped and dialed the number, waiting and waiting, hoping Lance was in. “Hello?” There it was, like a drink on a hot summer day. Relief. As the bass resonated through the line, Josh felt his cock jump in anticipation. “Hey Lance. It’s JC.” “I was wondering about you,” Lance laughed, and Josh trembled as he flipped the vibrator off. “How are you tonight?” “Horny,” Josh admitted. “So horny.” A laugh countered his admission and Josh snuggled down in his bed, flipping the sheet down so he could see his erection grow. “I did something,” he said sheepishly, letting his hand fall to stroke himself. “I bought something.” “You did?” Lance asked, and Josh could hear him settling in, and he wondered if he did touch himself during these calls -- or if he stayed professional. He wondered what his face looked like, what his body looked like. “What did you buy JC? Hmm?” “A vibrator,” Josh said guiltily. “Ooh baby,” Lance cooed, deepening his voice. “Oh JC, that makes me wanna see you. God, is it big? Like me?” Josh swallowed thickly as he stared at it. “It’s not that big. How big are you, Lance?” And suddenly, he ached to know more, to dive into Lance and visualize that sexy voice on the pillow next to him. “I’m oh, about eight inches. Solid. Thick. You think you could accommodate me JC? You think you’d be able to handle me inside you?” “I don’t know,” Josh replied, coating the vibrator with clear lubricant. “I suppose I could try. I would love to try.” “Put it in, JC,” Lance urged. “Slick it up and slide it in. Imagine it’s me, JC. Can you feel me?” Josh blinked as he lifted his knees and slipped the mechanism inside him, slowly, wiggling it, cringing against the thickness that spread him open. “Umf,” he grunted. “Go slow, baby. So slow. That’s good.” Josh thought he was going to die with the sound of Lance echoing in his ear, and his dick throbbing against his stomach, and the pulsating that entered his shaking body. Tremors of sheer pleasure cascaded through him and he moaned into them, jerking his hips up in a frenzied fit. “Oh god,” he garbled into the phone, never knowing just how sinful a vibrator could be, wondering why the fuck he’d never been bold enough to try it before. And there was James -- flitting before him. Josh bit his lip as he drew upon that feeling of having James under him, of the erection that had begged for attention. “Is it in? Are you getting freaky JC? Now, if only I could tie you up. I still wanna do that. Hold you down and fuck you with that vibrator. I wanna watch you come all over the place. Make a big mess.” Josh didn’t know where he was -- what was happening as the vibrator beat against him mercilessly. He rubbed one hand over the tip of his cock, already slick with come, already preparing for a heated explosion. His blood boiled as Lance spoke into his ear, using filthy words, getting him hot, crawling under his skin. And Josh almost felt him there as his fist yanked, as his finger brushed, as his palm flattened against hot flesh. It was pure sex sailing over him as the vibrator continued it’s assault and suddenly, without much warning, his moans grew to fever pitch and his hips twitched as he glanced down to see his cock explode in showers of gratification. “Oh My God.” “Oh, JC. Hot damn, that sounded like fun. Shit. I wish I could have seen that. Lick you clean.” Lance giggled as Josh tried to capture his breath. He grinned as his hand switched the vibrator off, and he slipped it out, sighing into the phone. “I wish you were here too, Lance,” he murmured. “I wish you were here with me so I could touch you back.” Josh was sleepy -- emotionally and physically drained. “Get some sleep JC. I’ll talk with you soon. Good night.” “Night,” Josh whispered, flipping the phone off and letting it drop to the carpet, drifting off into a satisfied slumber immediately. And in an office building on the other side of town, James sipped his coffee thoughtfully as he disconnected the call. “Hey James,” a boyish voice boomed. “How was that date tonight? It work out?” James looked up to see his best friend and co-worker Justin roll over in his chair with bright blue eyes and an impish grin. “He was nice,” James conceded with a small smile. “On the horny side though.” He blushed as thoughts of Josh crawling over him came back. “A horny man? You don’t say!” Justin chuckled as his extension rang. He rolled his eyes and slid his chair back to take the call. James sighed as his line rang again, hoping that Josh would turn out to be exactly what he wanted in life -- a nice together guy to share his life with. His brows furrowed as he realized Josh could never know what he did to make his money. Never. Chapter Three More Than Words Menu Chapter Five