Ex-Girlfriend

The evidence of their debauched encounter littered the shattered bedroom. The pillow beneath the bed, the other wedged between the mattress and the headboard, the sheets hanging half-on, half-off the bed and the clothes trailing from the bed to the doorway and beyond—in fact, all the way to the front door. When the moment and the heat came upon them, they forgot all else except the need to be naked and pressed together as soon as possible. Mega had clocked them once at 73 seconds, but Jay had declared that it did not count, as Mega had still been wearing a sock when they hit the mattress. Of course, the argument and the timing had come later—much later.

Every beginning has an end; everything that goes up must come down, right? That is where they were now, down at the end. Las night should not have happened, but Jay had always had a problem saying no, where Mega was concerned. He was like a drug Jay could not get enough of, the finest wine, the perfectly aged bottle of whiskey—but that was all over now. After the most amazing night they had had in-God-forever, Mega had left.

Things had been strained between them for a while now. And despite Mega’s protestations, Jay could see the writing on the wall. But when Mega invited him out to dinner, Jay could not say no. Perhaps this would be then night that Mega would give him what he had been searching for; maybe this time, love. They had talked and laughed and drunk far too much. Mega could be a charming bastard when he put his mind to it, and that night he had been determined to overcome Jay’s cautious hesitation.

He waged war with subtle caresses, a fleeting brush of his fingers against the sensitive skin at Jay’s nape, a moist whisper of breath next to Jay’s ear as he shared a particularly raunchy joke, the ‘unconscious’ clasping of Jay’s fingers on the table while he gazed deeply in the blonde’s eyes. Mega played the game like the master that he was, calling the shots and rendering Jay the aroused mindless embodiment of need. The car ride was a blur in Jay’s mind as Mega feathered light touches over his groin, causing him to squirm in his seat and bite his lip, riding the edge, but never spilling over as Mega would lift his hand away, gripping the gearshift, only to return to torment Jay.

Before he know it, they were back at Jay’s apartment, and no sooner were they through the door than did Jay find himself pressed up against said door, his cheeks flushed and the pupils of his glazed eyes dilated so that only a thin strip of green circled black centers. Mouth barely open, trying to suck in air that was in short supply—then his breathing ceased entirely. Having divested Jay of his trousers and drawn his briefs down to his knees, Mega took Jay into his mouth, closing his lips around the swollen head of his cock, scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth; just the way he knew Jay liked it.

Jay’s breath whooshed out in a rush as Mega took him deep, Mega’s cheeks hollowing out as he sucked hard on Jay’s length before pulling back until his lips circled just the head, his tongue laving the slit, before flattening out so that he could go deep again. Jay raised a fist, biting down on it to keep from crying out from the pleasure, instead releasing muffled groans and squeaks as Mega switched from long slow strokes to a faster pace, sucking down hard on each upstroke. At the same time his hands were adding to Jay’s rising tension. His right gripping the base of Jay’s cock, twisting and sliding up and down in counterpoint to his mouth, while his other hands cupped Jay’s balls, squeezing gently.

Mega could feel the quivering in Jay’s thighs that paired with the frantic thrusting of the blonde’s hips signaled Jay’s proximity to climax. But Mega wanted more; not just mindless fulfillment, he wanted to make Jay scream. Drawing up on Jay’s length, he held just the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around the tip. Well Jay’s hips jerked forward, seeking more, he stopped, just holding the head in his mouth. He heard Jay’s grunt of frustration and he looked up. Jay looked doped up, his expression slack-jawed, a dark blush riding his cheeks; but the fog cleared his mind as he realized that Mega had stopped moving. He looked down, unfocused hazel meeting determined dark eyes. Not breaking their connection, Mega began moving on Jay once more, picking up the pace. Jay’s cheeks flared even hotter, if it was possible, color riding high and he bit his lips to keep from crying out, succeeding until Mega did two things simultaneously: deep-throating Jay, sucking firmly, the sensation just this side of pain and pressing down hard on the highly sensitive bit of flesh just behind Jay’s balls.

Jay shouted his release, throwing back his head, his back arching away from the door as he released himself into Mega’s mouth. Then his legs gave way and he slid down the door, ending up with his legs sprawled in front of him and his head bobbing bonelessly on his neck. But Mega was not through, in fact, having not attained his own release, he was just beginning, as he nibbled at Jay’s exposed neck, making quick work of the Jay’s button, spreading the shirt wide so that he could get to the hard little nubs on Jay’s chest, sucking on each in turn until Jay groaned.

“I can’t—too soon.” Jay murmured.

“Don’t worry; I’ll take care of anything.” Mega replied, nibbling his way from Jay’s collar bone to his neck. He bit down, and Jay felt it all the way down to his groin, but surely—it wasn’t possible, it was too soon?

Apparently not. When Mega pulled him to his feet and tossed aside his shirt, Jay was ready for another round, much to Mega’s delight, his eyes gleaming darkly as he pushed Jay ahead of him up the stairs. What had followed had been unreal in its intensity, Mega playing Jay’s body like an instrument, taking him to heights that left him weak, his heart thundering in his chest as he gasped for every breath. Then morning came and with it Mega’s departure, with clichéd excuses. It’s not you, it’s me. Just giving you the freedom that you always wanted, to find the one you’re meant to be with.

Bullshit. Jay knew exactly whom he was meant to be with: Mega. Except Mega had already moved on, had been moving on for months now, with various encounters, both for business and pleasure. But now he had landed the big fish, their boss, Ram. Jay had seen it coming from the first moment the two had met, the smugly arrogant young entrepreneur eyeing them both suggestively enough to have garnered harassment charges. Jay had shifted his feet uneasily under the unabashed appraisal, but Mega had given as good as he got, eating up the attention.. Jay had known then that his days by Mega’s side were numbered.

Actually, he had known before then, long before then. He thought back to their first meeting.

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Ugh! Talk about long-winded. If Jack had gone on any more about the potential of the game he was developing called The Pain Game, Jay would have put his head down and started banging it on the table. And it was not like Jack had said much, he simply stuttered and repeated himself so often that listening to him speak was an energy-draining activity. But the meeting was over now and thankfully Jay could moisten his parched throat with a drink from the water cooler. As he stood tall, head tilted back, drinking thirstily, he heard a long low whistle.

Almost spilling on himself, he turned to see who his admirer was, and his shock could not have been any greater than when he realized that it was none other than Mega, programming genius, second only to the company’s CEO, and legendary office lothario, again, surpassed only by the big man himself. You could have knocked him over with a feather; he was in such disbelief. Mega, interested in him, Jay, him who wasn’t a programmer, but rather a member of the marketing team, helping to sell the products that others like Mega and Jack were developing.

He had stared at Mega, cup held just in front of his mouth for an embarrassingly long time, only realizing he had been staring when Mega had stated, “Like what you see? Because I certainly like what I’m seeing.”

Flustered, he dropped his hand to his side, and opened his mouth. Nothing came out. He blushed a vibrant red and wished for lightning to strike or for a hole to open up and take him away. But neither of these things happened, instead something even more unexpected occurred: Mega came over and brushed a kiss across his lips. Before Jay had time to process, or respond, it was over and Mega walked away, again whistling.

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He had been off-kilter then and he was off-kilter now. From the first, Mega dominated in their relationship and Jay had followed, with his eyes wide open, or so he thought. But if he had known what was coming, why did it hurt so much now? Why was this moment so surprising? He had known it was coming, and his friends had warned him from the beginning as to what kind of guy Mega was, but still here he was, curled up in the recliner, viewing the wrecked room and staying just this side of crying.

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“Nauseating, isn’t it?”

Jay jerked out of his unblinking surveillance of Ram and Mega surreptitiously groping each other at the month-end Happy Hour Hang-Out. Clearing his throat, he responded to Ebony’s comment. “Pardon?”

She grimaced up at him. “No need to pretend for me, Jay; I know what you’re doing, I’ve been doing enough of it myself.”

So the office rumor mill was correct. Ram had been seeing Ebony before Mega. “Um, I’m sorry?”

She laughed humorlessly. “Thanks, but it isn’t necessary. I knew it was only a matter of time. You know that old saying, when a man says that he’s bi, it really means that he prefers men?” She continued without waiting for an answer, “Well, in Ram’s case, it meant that he liked anything with a pulse, but I’m sure you know all about that. I know Mega is no angel, and like recognizes like, after all.”

“I think you have the wrong idea about me. I’m fine with them being together. Why shouldn’t I be?” He struggled to keep his voice even and succeeded.

But it meant nothing. “You’ve got stars and sorrow in your eyes, Jay, never a good combination.” Shaking her head, long braids sliding over her shoulders, Ebony walked away.

Jay was unable to stay after that. He needed to get away, he needed to get out. All of a sudden, he was suffocating. He had to leave, but first, one last trip through Babylon.

“Excuse me, Ram, Mega.”

Ram swiftly pulled his hand back from a not subtle enough, brush with Mega’s crotch as both men turned to Jay.

“Jay, my man, I see you made it.” Ram clapped Jay on the back heartily, his hand swiping Jay’s ass on the way down.

“Yes, but I was just leaving, actually. I just wanted to thank you before I go.” Jay’s eyes skittered away from both Ram’s and Mega’s, unable to bear their assessing perusals. He couldn’t believe it, they were both checking him out. Ebony was right; they deserved each other.

“Well, sorry to see you go so soon, but enjoy your weekend.” Ram licked his lips suggestively and Jay almost threw up right then and there. Just holding it together, just, he made it outside, stopping to heave into the bushes outside.

God, it still hurt so much. Why couldn’t he care as much as I did? As I do?

As dry heaves wracked his body, he received no answers, just a seemingly unending stream of tears coursing down his cheeks.