Chapter 9
Jazz cursed as the thread snagged in the delicate fabric, puckering it. He worked very carefully to fix the problem, his pink mouth set in a hard line. What he really wanted to do was rip the blouse he was sewing off the dummy and tear it into pieces, all the while screaming invectives at the top of his lungs! Damn it, celibacy was making him crazy! It hadn't even been quite a week yet, but he was already losing his mind!
It didn't help that he went out almost every night on dates with Xavier so that they could 'get to know each other better'. All he wanted to do was rip the suit off of that big body and get to know IT better! Lots better! Being so close to a really sexy man while he couldn't do anything about it was going to make him insane pretty quickly. And it definitely wasn't doing anything for his mood; he'd been surly and horrible all week, and he knew it.
The only good thing so far was that he'd finished the drawings for Xavier, who had approved of his designs. So he didn't have to work closely with the man anymore, which was the only relief he'd been getting lately. Well, that and his own hand. Masturbation was frustrating when you were used to having sex every night. It was like eating a fast-food hamburger when you were used to eating prime rib.
Jazz snarled as he smoothed the fabric of the blouse with his fingers. Why was he even doing this?! Just so he could get laid by Xavier?! Why didn't he just go and find somebody else to have sex with?
Because when you were with other guys, you fantasized about Xavier, his brain reminded him relentlessly. And the last time you were with a guy, you called out Xavier's name rather than his...Jazz growled under his breath, but what his brain had just told him was true. If he went back to one-night stands, most likely he'd return to fantasies about Xavier, as well. And they might even get worse! So he'd have to stick it out, even if it killed him, which it might...
"Jazz?" Linda said from behind him. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," he snapped, not turning around.
Silence. Then: "Are you sure? You seem kind of...in a bad mood," she continued tentatively.
Jazz's shoulders tensed. "I am," he replied, trying not to snap at her again. It wasn't HER fault that he had no sex life. Oh, no, he knew who to blame for that! Sexy bastard! "I'm just not having a very good week. Sorry."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No," he sighed miserably. "I just...I haven't had sex in almost a week," he said.
More silence, shocked this time. "You...You haven't..." Linda began in disbelief. "That's pretty unusual, isn't it?"'
"Unusual? I haven't gone this long without sex since I was in the hospital this one time to have my appendix taken out! I'm losing it!" Jazz wailed, running his fingers through his hair in agitation.
"Why aren't you...umm...having sex, Jazz? Is there something wrong?" Linda asked in concern, appearing in his line of vision as she studied his face.
"Not really. I just promised this guy that I'm sort of dating that I wouldn't sleep with anybody for two weeks," Jazz explained glumly.
Her mouth fell open. "You're dating somebody?!" she exclaimed. "Really?!"
He nodded. "I can't believe it either. But I don't seem to have much of a choice, somehow. He got under my skin, so now I HAVE to sleep with him...and he told me that he wouldn't sleep with me if I didn't be celibate for two weeks." his voice was glum.
"Oh, my God," Linda said softly. "This is unbelievable."
He blinked at her. "What do you mean? What is?"
"I didn't think that this was possible, but I'd swear that it sounds like you're in love," Linda told him.
Jazz stiffened. In love?! What?! "That's just crazy!" he cried shrilly, clutching at his upper arms with his hands as though to hold onto himself.
Linda waved her hands in front of her. "I'm probably wrong, Jazz!" she cried anxiously. "Don't listen to me! I don't know what I'm talking about!"
Agitated, he swung away from the sewing dummy and began to pace the studio, while Linda watched him in concern. Jazz was horrified by what Linda had said. He couldn't be falling in love with Xavier! No! he wouldn't let it happen! Not after Ryan, not after he'd been so horribly hurt by love. He couldn't go through that again! He wouldn't! All he wanted was lots of hot sex with a studly guy, not to fall in love! And that's what he'd get! He'd blow Xavier's mind over and over in bed, and when he'd gotten enough he'd move on.
He stopped pacing, his breathing slowing. Yes, that was the ticket. He'd get through this tow weeks somehow, then he'd jump into bed with Xavier and get all of the hot, steamy sex that he wanted and needed so desperately. Then, when he lost interest in Xavier, he'd move on and go back to his regular slutty ways.
Having reassured himself, he swung back toward Linda. He smiled at her. "Don't worry," he told her. "It's not...love. I just want to get laid."
She nodded, still watching his face warily. "If you say so, Jazz," she replied. "If you say so."
Basil stared at his friend over the tabletop, his expression incredulous. They'd gone out to lunch together, and he'd casually asked Jazz how his love life was going. For that, read: How's the sex? Who'd you sleep with lately? He'd expected a list of conquests, but instead Jazz had told him what was really going on. That he was celibate, of all things, and that he was being celibate just because a guy had asked him to be! It was shocking. It was astonishing. It was almost perfectly unbelievable.
What made it even harder for him to believe was when Jazz had told him WHO the fellow was that had asked him to be celibate. That bloke from the club who'd insulted Jazz so much that he'd been in a tizzy all night long after that? HIM?! Basil felt like he'd entered the Twilight Zone. "And you really mean to go through with this?" he asked in bemusement after a moment.
Jazz nodded, tugging at a lock of his silvery hair. "Yeah. I know it sounds crazy, Bas, but if I don't do this he won't sleep with me. And I really need him to sleep with me. So that I can get him out of my system," he explained. "Once I do that, things will go back to normal again."
Basil snorted slightly. "As you say, Jazzer." he remarked as he sipped at his glass of wine, while thinking to himself that his friend was living deep, deep in a state of denial...
Jazz answered his door, ignoring the way his heart started beating faster in his chest when he saw Xavier standing out in the hallway. "Hey, Jazz. I got tickets for the ballet tonight," he said, holding them up for Jazz to see. "Do you want to put on something appropriate so we can get going?"
Jazz's eyes raked over his tuxedo-clad form, and he swallowed heavily to contain the drool forming in his mouth. Oh, man! He'd kind of expected Xavier to look like a gorilla in a tuxedo, but instead the severe, formal black-and-white clothing suited him for some reason. "I-I'll just go and throw something on," he husked, stepping back from the doorway so that Xavier could enter his apartment.
He darted into his bedroom, because if he had to stand out there for even another moment looking at that sexy beast standing in his foyer, he'd lose it and try to rape Xavier right here and now. Not that he'd be able to, but he'd give it the ol' college try! Oh, God, his hormones were raging! How the HELL was he supposed to last another week like this?!
He hurriedly dressed in the only black outfit that he possessed, a shiny frock coat with beading along the bottom and lapels, and a pair of tight black pants that lovingly showed off all of his best assets. A frothy white shirt completed the ensemble. Giving himself a few tweaks, he strolled out of the bedroom to show himself off to Xavier. "What do you think?" he asked, spreading his arms out slightly.
Xavier gave him an approving 'thumb's up' gesture. "Very nice. You look lovely, Jazz."
He preened, adoring the compliment. "Come on, let's get going. We don't want to miss the curtain going up," Xavier told him.
Jazz set his hand on Xavier's arm, far too conscious of the hard muscles under the cloth. They left his apartment together, arm-in arm, a dazzling couple out for a night on the town.
Later, sitting in the private box that Xavier had reserved for them, Jazz found himself suffering greatly. The last few dates they'd gone on had been in public places like restaurants, but here in the curtained-off box there was only he and Xavier. Moreover, if they started something up here, no one would be able to see them! The very thought made his mouth go dry and his body start clamoring wildly. His dick was raging in the tight confines of the pants, and he whimpered miserably under his breath as he squirmed in his seat.
"What's the matter, Jazz?" Xavier asked quietly out of the side of his mouth, his eyes never leaving the stage.
"Nothing," he choked out, writhing some more on the velvet seat.
"Doesn't sound like nothing," Xavier noted, glancing at him.
He gritted his teeth. "I'm fine!" he cried shrilly. "Think nothing of it! You can't die from not having sex anyway, right?" he added, his shoulders drooping.
He just looked so pathetic that Xavier finally put all of his attention on him. "Is it starting to drive you crazy, Jazz? Not having sex with anybody?" he asked quietly.
Jazz nodded, miserably. "I can't...I don't know how much longer I can take it," he whispered, his hands wringing together in front of him.
"You've been really good so far. I'm impressed. I wasn't sure that you could make it a whole week without sex, but you have. And because you have, I'm going to reward you for being a good boy."
Jazz blinked at him, his brows drawing together in confusion. "What?"
Xavier didn't reply aloud. Instead, he reached out with his hands, and to Jazz's shock he began to work on the fastening at the front of the tight pants. "Just a little taste, Jazz," he said, his fingers making quick work of the buttons. "Of what it will be like if you can make it for another week."
Jazz gasped, his eyes going wide, as Xavier managed to get the front of the pants open and dipped one of his big hands inside. Was this really happening? Yes, it was! Xavier had fished his cock out of its tight confines, the head already leaking all over his hand. He ran a thumb over it, and Jazz moaned and lifted his hips in shocked delight. "Does that feel good, Jazz?" Xavier growled lowly as he roughly pulled all of Jazz's cock out and began to stroke it lightly with his hand.
"Mmm, hmm! Oh, please, don't stop!" Jazz begged helplessly.
"I won't," Xavier growled. Then he kissed Jazz to shut him up, so that no one in the boxes on either side would hear him. His precum slicked fingers ran in luxurious strokes up and down the length of Jazz's shaft, even as he plundered the designer's pink mouth ruthlessly. His free hand wormed its way in between the plackets of the frothy shirt and unerringly found a nipple, pinching it between thumb and forefinger and tweaking it lightly. Jazz jerked and cried out into Xavier's mouth, quivering with need as Xavier worked him over.
A thick tongue was traversing the recesses of his mouth, and at the same time a thumb was rubbing just under the head of his dick. Jazz trembled, already being drawn up toward orgasm. Fingers caressed and twisted his nipple, and the little spurts of mingled pain and pleasure were driving him wild. Oh, God, he felt like he was being ravaged! And he loved it! He loved every fucking moment of it!
He wailed in spasming, bucking, surging pleasure as he began to come all over Xavier's coaxing hand, the sound lost in the mouth covering his. Xavier tugged at his cock, refusing to let him come down from that plateau, making Jazz shudder in his seat. Finally he slumped back, completely spent, his eyes glazed.
Xavier pulled back, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. He got Jazz buttoned back up, while he just lay there unmoving. Then he sat back in his own chair and returned to watching the ballet, all the while licking Jazz's semen off of his fingers like a contented cat...
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Jazz cursed as the thread snagged in the delicate fabric, puckering it. He worked very carefully to fix the problem, his pink mouth set in a hard line. What he really wanted to do was rip the blouse he was sewing off the dummy and tear it into pieces, all the while screaming invectives at the top of his lungs! Damn it, celibacy was making him crazy! It hadn't even been quite a week yet, but he was already losing his mind!
It didn't help that he went out almost every night on dates with Xavier so that they could 'get to know each other better'. All he wanted to do was rip the suit off of that big body and get to know IT better! Lots better! Being so close to a really sexy man while he couldn't do anything about it was going to make him insane pretty quickly. And it definitely wasn't doing anything for his mood; he'd been surly and horrible all week, and he knew it.
The only good thing so far was that he'd finished the drawings for Xavier, who had approved of his designs. So he didn't have to work closely with the man anymore, which was the only relief he'd been getting lately. Well, that and his own hand. Masturbation was frustrating when you were used to having sex every night. It was like eating a fast-food hamburger when you were used to eating prime rib.
Jazz snarled as he smoothed the fabric of the blouse with his fingers. Why was he even doing this?! Just so he could get laid by Xavier?! Why didn't he just go and find somebody else to have sex with?
Because when you were with other guys, you fantasized about Xavier, his brain reminded him relentlessly. And the last time you were with a guy, you called out Xavier's name rather than his...Jazz growled under his breath, but what his brain had just told him was true. If he went back to one-night stands, most likely he'd return to fantasies about Xavier, as well. And they might even get worse! So he'd have to stick it out, even if it killed him, which it might...
"Jazz?" Linda said from behind him. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," he snapped, not turning around.
Silence. Then: "Are you sure? You seem kind of...in a bad mood," she continued tentatively.
Jazz's shoulders tensed. "I am," he replied, trying not to snap at her again. It wasn't HER fault that he had no sex life. Oh, no, he knew who to blame for that! Sexy bastard! "I'm just not having a very good week. Sorry."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No," he sighed miserably. "I just...I haven't had sex in almost a week," he said.
More silence, shocked this time. "You...You haven't..." Linda began in disbelief. "That's pretty unusual, isn't it?"'
"Unusual? I haven't gone this long without sex since I was in the hospital this one time to have my appendix taken out! I'm losing it!" Jazz wailed, running his fingers through his hair in agitation.
"Why aren't you...umm...having sex, Jazz? Is there something wrong?" Linda asked in concern, appearing in his line of vision as she studied his face.
"Not really. I just promised this guy that I'm sort of dating that I wouldn't sleep with anybody for two weeks," Jazz explained glumly.
Her mouth fell open. "You're dating somebody?!" she exclaimed. "Really?!"
He nodded. "I can't believe it either. But I don't seem to have much of a choice, somehow. He got under my skin, so now I HAVE to sleep with him...and he told me that he wouldn't sleep with me if I didn't be celibate for two weeks." his voice was glum.
"Oh, my God," Linda said softly. "This is unbelievable."
He blinked at her. "What do you mean? What is?"
"I didn't think that this was possible, but I'd swear that it sounds like you're in love," Linda told him.
Jazz stiffened. In love?! What?! "That's just crazy!" he cried shrilly, clutching at his upper arms with his hands as though to hold onto himself.
Linda waved her hands in front of her. "I'm probably wrong, Jazz!" she cried anxiously. "Don't listen to me! I don't know what I'm talking about!"
Agitated, he swung away from the sewing dummy and began to pace the studio, while Linda watched him in concern. Jazz was horrified by what Linda had said. He couldn't be falling in love with Xavier! No! he wouldn't let it happen! Not after Ryan, not after he'd been so horribly hurt by love. He couldn't go through that again! He wouldn't! All he wanted was lots of hot sex with a studly guy, not to fall in love! And that's what he'd get! He'd blow Xavier's mind over and over in bed, and when he'd gotten enough he'd move on.
He stopped pacing, his breathing slowing. Yes, that was the ticket. He'd get through this tow weeks somehow, then he'd jump into bed with Xavier and get all of the hot, steamy sex that he wanted and needed so desperately. Then, when he lost interest in Xavier, he'd move on and go back to his regular slutty ways.
Having reassured himself, he swung back toward Linda. He smiled at her. "Don't worry," he told her. "It's not...love. I just want to get laid."
She nodded, still watching his face warily. "If you say so, Jazz," she replied. "If you say so."
Basil stared at his friend over the tabletop, his expression incredulous. They'd gone out to lunch together, and he'd casually asked Jazz how his love life was going. For that, read: How's the sex? Who'd you sleep with lately? He'd expected a list of conquests, but instead Jazz had told him what was really going on. That he was celibate, of all things, and that he was being celibate just because a guy had asked him to be! It was shocking. It was astonishing. It was almost perfectly unbelievable.
What made it even harder for him to believe was when Jazz had told him WHO the fellow was that had asked him to be celibate. That bloke from the club who'd insulted Jazz so much that he'd been in a tizzy all night long after that? HIM?! Basil felt like he'd entered the Twilight Zone. "And you really mean to go through with this?" he asked in bemusement after a moment.
Jazz nodded, tugging at a lock of his silvery hair. "Yeah. I know it sounds crazy, Bas, but if I don't do this he won't sleep with me. And I really need him to sleep with me. So that I can get him out of my system," he explained. "Once I do that, things will go back to normal again."
Basil snorted slightly. "As you say, Jazzer." he remarked as he sipped at his glass of wine, while thinking to himself that his friend was living deep, deep in a state of denial...
Jazz answered his door, ignoring the way his heart started beating faster in his chest when he saw Xavier standing out in the hallway. "Hey, Jazz. I got tickets for the ballet tonight," he said, holding them up for Jazz to see. "Do you want to put on something appropriate so we can get going?"
Jazz's eyes raked over his tuxedo-clad form, and he swallowed heavily to contain the drool forming in his mouth. Oh, man! He'd kind of expected Xavier to look like a gorilla in a tuxedo, but instead the severe, formal black-and-white clothing suited him for some reason. "I-I'll just go and throw something on," he husked, stepping back from the doorway so that Xavier could enter his apartment.
He darted into his bedroom, because if he had to stand out there for even another moment looking at that sexy beast standing in his foyer, he'd lose it and try to rape Xavier right here and now. Not that he'd be able to, but he'd give it the ol' college try! Oh, God, his hormones were raging! How the HELL was he supposed to last another week like this?!
He hurriedly dressed in the only black outfit that he possessed, a shiny frock coat with beading along the bottom and lapels, and a pair of tight black pants that lovingly showed off all of his best assets. A frothy white shirt completed the ensemble. Giving himself a few tweaks, he strolled out of the bedroom to show himself off to Xavier. "What do you think?" he asked, spreading his arms out slightly.
Xavier gave him an approving 'thumb's up' gesture. "Very nice. You look lovely, Jazz."
He preened, adoring the compliment. "Come on, let's get going. We don't want to miss the curtain going up," Xavier told him.
Jazz set his hand on Xavier's arm, far too conscious of the hard muscles under the cloth. They left his apartment together, arm-in arm, a dazzling couple out for a night on the town.
Later, sitting in the private box that Xavier had reserved for them, Jazz found himself suffering greatly. The last few dates they'd gone on had been in public places like restaurants, but here in the curtained-off box there was only he and Xavier. Moreover, if they started something up here, no one would be able to see them! The very thought made his mouth go dry and his body start clamoring wildly. His dick was raging in the tight confines of the pants, and he whimpered miserably under his breath as he squirmed in his seat.
"What's the matter, Jazz?" Xavier asked quietly out of the side of his mouth, his eyes never leaving the stage.
"Nothing," he choked out, writhing some more on the velvet seat.
"Doesn't sound like nothing," Xavier noted, glancing at him.
He gritted his teeth. "I'm fine!" he cried shrilly. "Think nothing of it! You can't die from not having sex anyway, right?" he added, his shoulders drooping.
He just looked so pathetic that Xavier finally put all of his attention on him. "Is it starting to drive you crazy, Jazz? Not having sex with anybody?" he asked quietly.
Jazz nodded, miserably. "I can't...I don't know how much longer I can take it," he whispered, his hands wringing together in front of him.
"You've been really good so far. I'm impressed. I wasn't sure that you could make it a whole week without sex, but you have. And because you have, I'm going to reward you for being a good boy."
Jazz blinked at him, his brows drawing together in confusion. "What?"
Xavier didn't reply aloud. Instead, he reached out with his hands, and to Jazz's shock he began to work on the fastening at the front of the tight pants. "Just a little taste, Jazz," he said, his fingers making quick work of the buttons. "Of what it will be like if you can make it for another week."
Jazz gasped, his eyes going wide, as Xavier managed to get the front of the pants open and dipped one of his big hands inside. Was this really happening? Yes, it was! Xavier had fished his cock out of its tight confines, the head already leaking all over his hand. He ran a thumb over it, and Jazz moaned and lifted his hips in shocked delight. "Does that feel good, Jazz?" Xavier growled lowly as he roughly pulled all of Jazz's cock out and began to stroke it lightly with his hand.
"Mmm, hmm! Oh, please, don't stop!" Jazz begged helplessly.
"I won't," Xavier growled. Then he kissed Jazz to shut him up, so that no one in the boxes on either side would hear him. His precum slicked fingers ran in luxurious strokes up and down the length of Jazz's shaft, even as he plundered the designer's pink mouth ruthlessly. His free hand wormed its way in between the plackets of the frothy shirt and unerringly found a nipple, pinching it between thumb and forefinger and tweaking it lightly. Jazz jerked and cried out into Xavier's mouth, quivering with need as Xavier worked him over.
A thick tongue was traversing the recesses of his mouth, and at the same time a thumb was rubbing just under the head of his dick. Jazz trembled, already being drawn up toward orgasm. Fingers caressed and twisted his nipple, and the little spurts of mingled pain and pleasure were driving him wild. Oh, God, he felt like he was being ravaged! And he loved it! He loved every fucking moment of it!
He wailed in spasming, bucking, surging pleasure as he began to come all over Xavier's coaxing hand, the sound lost in the mouth covering his. Xavier tugged at his cock, refusing to let him come down from that plateau, making Jazz shudder in his seat. Finally he slumped back, completely spent, his eyes glazed.
Xavier pulled back, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. He got Jazz buttoned back up, while he just lay there unmoving. Then he sat back in his own chair and returned to watching the ballet, all the while licking Jazz's semen off of his fingers like a contented cat...
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