SERVICE: A Love Story

CHAPTER 4 STEVEN’S DECISION

            Back in the room.

            Steven and George are sitting next to each other, on the bed.

            George starts unbuttoning Steven’s shirt.

            He is excited. “Oh, I like that.”

            George pulls Steven’s shirt off, and Steven lets him. George is once again in awe of the musculature and beautiful symmetry, and slides his hand over Steven’s chest. He feels his way down, as they kiss. His hand lingers on Steven’s stomach, which is like the side of a brick building, but he feels too shy to continue on.

            Steven smiles. “Go ahead.”

            George unbuttons the top of Steven’s shorts.

            There’s a knock at the door.

            It startles both of them.

            Steven sits up. “What the hell?”

            They don’t say anything, and wait.

            There’s another knock, and Austin whispers as loud as he can from the other side of the door. “Let me in!”

            Steven is annoyed. He whispers to George, “It figures.” Then he calls back to Austin. “Go away! We’re sleeping!”

            Austin presses his face up into the crack of the door, and says in a monotone, “I can’t! Just- let –me- in!

            Steven goes to the door. “Go away! We’re sleeping!”

            Austin whines. “I got nowhere to go! Tyler’s got a girl in there!”

            Steven throws his hands up.

            George hurries over to the other bed. It’s still made. He pulls the covers down, pulls off his shirt and shorts, pulls on some boxers, and jumps in.

            Steven opens the door a crack, to look out. “You’re not fucking around, are you, Austin?”

            “No! Come on! Just let me in! I’m tired!”

            Steven steps aside, and Austin stumbles in.

            He seems a bit drunk. He lumbers over to George's bed, and flops onto it, face down, with one arm over George.

            Steven closes the door. “Are you serious? Tyler has a girl in there?”

            Austin doesn’t open his eyes, “Yeah. And, he wouldn’t let me in.”

            Steven punches the air, “Damn it! If my Mom finds out, she’s gonna be pissed! Maybe I should go over there and kick her out.”

            Austin makes a face. “Don’t be a total fag! You wouldn’t want anyone to bust in on you, if you were with a girl, no matter whose Mom got mad.”

            Steven gives George an ironic look. “So, you’re staying here tonight?”

            Austin groans, “Yeah, why not?”

            Steven clenches his fists, and mouths the word, “FUCK!”

            George holds back laughter.

            Steven grabs a beach towel. “I’m gonna go for a swim. George, you wanna go with me?”

            George slides out of bed. “Yeah”. He pulls off his boxers, and puts his trunks back on along with a tee shirt, as he follows Steven out the door.

                        Out on the deserted beach, Steven is still pretty angry. “It figures! It GOD DAMN FUCKING figures! I should have known Austin would fuck this up!”

            George reaches for Steven’s hand. “It’s not that bad. I’m still having a great time.”

            Steven feels dumb. He smiles at George and takes his hand, leading him down the beach.  “Yeah, you’re right. So am I. But, MAN, I wanna be on top of you SO BAD right now!”

            George is nervous having his hand held in public. Steven picks up on it. “Don’t worry. No one will see us. … And if they do, I don’t care.”

            “You don’t care if someone catches us?”

            “Of course I do! I’m just showin’ off cause I’m so pissed … HEY! Yeah! Let’s go for a swim, for real! No one can see us out there!” Steven hauls off running toward the water, into the darkness.

            George follows.

            Steven rips off his shirt and shoes, at the shore, and runs into the water. George does the same. The only illumination is from the moon. They splash around for a moment, then Steven swims up to George, grabs him, and kisses him. George holds on to Steven's chest, and his fingers dig in to Steven's large muscled pectoral.

            George’s Journal:

That was my second time, in St. Barts. Our first was that Saturday night in Steven’s room, after Thanksgiving. I was shy, awkward, and intimidated by his body. I felt inadequate, but Steven drew me out of my insecurities, as he seemed to be as excited by my body as I was by his.

My descriptions fall short of accurately painting the picture that is Steven Hayden: His chest is hard and broad, but quivers when my lips touch it, the fullness of his round and muscular rear end, his abdomen, like a slab of cobble stones, his giant arms and legs, and his massive back.  Every part causes me physical and emotional reactions.

            To be admired by someone is a wonderful thing, but when you are admired by a man this handsome and well put together, it’s unbelievable.

In the darkness of the warm night, Steven held me, kissed me, and his fingers found their way down my stomach, and below. I gasped, my whole body flexed, as he pulled my trunks down, and his hand wrapped around me. I let out a laugh, and so did he. I couldn’t see much of anything, but I knew Steven was giving me that special smile reserved only for me.

            I was excited immediately, and he stroked it. I felt an incredible over-load of physical sensations, and was completely powerless. He told me he loved me, again. I couldn’t hold back, and I thrust myself into him. I had to have him in my hand, also. I felt along his stomach, and down into his trunks. I marveled at his thighs, and got lost in the pleasure of the expanse of the muscle there. His tongue caressed mine, and his lips were soft, then firm. He kissed along my cheek to my ear, and as my fingers brushed against the tip of him, he let out a soft, deep breath of a chuckle, and then, another.

            “Go ahead, George. Do it.”

            I did. I caressed it, and held it with one hand, as I felt around the back of his muscular leg, up to his incredible butt. It was flexing, as my fingers manipulated him. My mouth found his chest, and I kissed, and licked, and grabbed his penis. He jumped in the water, surprised at my eager and blatant movements. I pulled his trunks down, and stroked, and touched the head of it, and licked his neck, and thrust my tongue in his mouth.

            He moaned in my ear, and quivered in flexing spasms. He was powerless to my touch. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. I explored every inch of his body with my hands and mouth. My chest pressed against his. My fingers worshipped his muscle while my other hand worked him until he leaned into me, his lips up against my ear, and he said, “Wait… wait!” He spasmed, again, opened his mouth, groaned, “George, George!” and his orgasm started. I stopped. He said, “No… keep going.” I did, and I had this huge, muscular man, holding on to me, flexing and unflexing, as I was in complete control of him.

            When it was done, he let out a deep breath and gave me a tight hug. He whispered, “I love you," laughed, and said, again, “Oh God, I love you!”

            My own excitement was still very evident, and he could feel it, poking his leg. He stroked it, gently, and said, “I can’t believe you did that. I thought I’d have to… I thought I would do it, first.” He kissed me gently, and whispered his love to me over and over.

            I felt something incredible growing between us. He was excited, again. It rubbed against my lower stomach. My sexual excitement almost made my head explode. His stroking became more vigorous. He kissed me, and kissed my neck, and my chest. He sucked my nipple, and licked his way down my stomach. Then he picked me up, and carried me into more shallow water. He set me down, dropped to his knees, and pulled my excitement up to his mouth. When his lips wrapped around me, my fists clenched, and I let out sounds I had just heard come from him. I ran my fingers through his hair, and I squeezed. My whole body jumped as he sucked, and licked, and his hands hugged my butt cheeks. He used them to pull me upward. My senses were in a state of shock. I was in a lightning storm.

            My first instinct was to hold it in, and pull it back, so he could do this to me for the rest of my life. His mouth was too much for me, though. "Wait... I uh..."  He pulled his face back, wrapped a fist around me, and kept manipulating, as I expelled myself on his chest and stomach.

            When it was over, we held on to each other as hard as we could. He laughed, and lowered himself on top of me, the waves still coming, washing over us, as he kissed my face.

            He cupped his hand, washed our chests off, then picked me up, and carried me onto the shore, where we laid in the sand. I caressed his hair, and his cheeks, and his back. His back! So big and safe, like my own, personal fortress.

            He said it, again. “I love you.”

            We dozed off for a while. I woke up to him kissing my cheek, and rubbing my back. He whispered. “We should go in.” He picked me up, and gently put me on my feet.

            When we got back to the room, Austin was asleep. We both crawled in Steven’s bed, and pulled the covers up to our necks. He touched me all over. I held his big, beautiful hands, and I wanted to kiss him. He positioned himself just far enough away to avoid suspicion, but his hand held mine under the covers, and we fell asleep.

            I woke up several times that night, dreaming that Austin would pull the covers back, and see us rubbing against each other. I took Steven’s hand, again, and each time he was receptive, even in sleep.

            The morning after.

            Steven wakes with a start, which rouses George. He sits up, halfway, to look over at Austin, who is still asleep, lies back, and shakes his head. His hand squeezes George’s. George squeezes back, and pulls his hand to his chest. Steven looks straight up, smiling. He whispers to George, “Are you hungry?”

            Austin answers back, loudly, “I’m fucking starving!”

            George withdraws his hand from Steven’s, and sits up.

            Austin rubs his face, and mumbles, “Let’s go get breakfast.”

            Steven yawns, “All right, let’s do it.”

            Austin doesn’t move for several minutes and Steven doesn’t care. His hands roam around, poking, and groping at George who jumps, and squirms, and tries to keep his reactions completely quiet.

            Finally, Austin yawns big, and says, very loudly. “I’m gettin’ up!” He swings his feet to the floor, stretches big and stands up.

            George reacts with a rather surprised look when he sees Austin's very noticeable reaction.

            Austin looks down, and as if greeting it, says, “Mornin’ wood.” Then, walks by George, on his way to the bathroom. He doesn’t close the door, and can clearly be heard urinating.

            George shoots Steven a look.

            Steven can only offer him a grin, “That’s Austin.”

            Austin returns from the bathroom, gathers up his clothes and shoes, and carries them to the door. “You guys coming?”

            Steven replies, “Yeah, we’re gonna take showers. We’ll meet you down there.”

            Austin opens the door. “Now I gotta do the walk of shame. People are gonna think you had your way with me, and now you’re throwing me out.”

            Steven nods. “Tell ‘em you weren’t that good!”

            Austin steps out in the hallway, with the door open, and says, loud enough for anyone on that floor to hear, “KEEP YOUR MONEY, I’M NOT A WHORE!” then closes the door.

            Steven laughs. Those are the kind of jokes from Austin he actually finds amusing. He hops out of bed, dashes to the door, bolts it, charges back to the bed, and jumps on top of George. He rips him out from under the covers, and rubs his whole body. George is in hysterics. Steven straddles George, and looks down at him. ‘NO ONE is going to sleep in here tonight, except you and me!” He leans down, and kisses George’s neck. George struggles, and tries to overturn Steven, but he can’t budge the big man. Steven laughs, and sits up, then falls to the side to patronize George. “Oh no! You’re strength is too much for me!” He pretends to struggle, as George mounts him, pins his arms down with his knees, and his evil grin appears. Steven bucks George, trying to bring their faces close together. Again, he feigns subservience. “Oh, no! What are you going to do with me, now that you have complete control over me?”

            George reaches behind himself, and grabs the front of Steven’s boxers.

            Steven spasms, kicking his legs up. George almost falls off, and Steven is very much aroused. “George!”

            George lets out an evil chuckle, “You better behave yourself”.

            Steven's demeanor deepens into the scenario. “Oh, I will sir, I will!”

            They wrestle around for a while, and their boxers soon fly to the floor. George surprises Steven again, as he works his way down Steven’s chest, and stomach, and he tries out a little oral sex.

            A knock on the door stops them abruptly. Tyler shouts, as he walks away from the door. “We’re on our way to breakfast.”

            Steven has a good idea, “Let’s take a shower together!” He picks George up, and carries him to the bathroom over his shoulder.