The Bed I Made (Part III)

It was a Saturday night, Robbie and I had just came in from a media industry party completely drunk. We came home on a limo that was rented by his company. The industry party was actually the afterparty to the Media Emmys that year. Robbie did not win any of the awards he was nominated for and I was a guest of another CNN political analyst. I got a chance to meet some of my favourite news reporters Larry King, Anderson Cooper both of CNN and a few others. I remember that day also meet T.J. Holmes and he gave me some great advice that night on how to stay alive in the news organization. Robbie and I had been seeing each other casually for several months now but something about this night we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We would catch feels as the night went on and find ways to escape the crowds to catch a quick kiss, its amazing we didn't get caught by one of our colleagues.

He wore Burberry Classic and I wore Armani Code. He wore a classic black tux, I wore a classic snow white tux outfit without a blazer but with a matching white vest just to be different and stand out. You would think we were coming in from our wedding day but we were just ecstatic to be in each others presence lusting in each others arms, kissing, hugging and touching. One by one peices of our clothing came off until there was just him and I left in our bare nakedness. Robbie picked me from the back of my thighs and my body easily just reciprocated by wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and his lips kissing and stroking my neck. He carried me over to the bed where he began to make love to my body. My body wanted him, My body was thirsty for him. His body needed me. By this point, his clean cut 8.5 inch thick dick had already knew its around throw the grips of my tight ass. I laid at the edge of the bed with my legs spread eagle position to the side as he attempted to go in there was a bit of a fight. So he pulled and decided to taste me, lick me, eat me, wet me though as if I was his tasty desert, this bringing moans out of my mouth, tears out of my eyes and sweat from my pores. I always love when he does that, I would open my eyes every now and then and look down just to see his face buried directly under my balls, my dick laying perfectly erect and flat against my abs. He got up from pleasuring the lips of my ass to now fuck the lips of my ass. Anytime I'm getting fucked by him, I never remember the entry being painful at all but more pleasureful for my soul. My toes always curl and my body always tenses and all it takes is a gently kiss from him on my body to make me loosen up. I never enjoyed being the bottom but for him, it came all too easy and oh so natural. He wrapped my legs around his waist, scooped me up once again and sat the two of us at the edge of the bed, this time with me riding his lap. He knew this was one of my favourite positions. My lips kissed his as if his lips were a drink of a water. Our bodies were lubricated with sweat. He pressed his hands on my shoulders and I began to grab at the middle of his back. The intensity quickly built as he bit my neck to try not to scream. I couldn't take the pressure building up in my body which was too, all I remember was I shot streams of cum all over his stomach which in that same second he bust as well. He collapsed on the bed and I went down with him, heavily breathing and at a loss for words. For quite a few minutes neither one of us said anything and were too lazy to get up and clean ourselves off. We eventually got up and showered later that night.

The next morning, I woke up with my face on his bare chest. I had an idea of what love is, but the months that we were together I began to ask myself "Am I finally in love"? I fell back asleep on to Robbie's lifeless body feeling blessed that he doesn't snore. We were both awaken by a gasp and a heavy duffle bag being dropped and the heartbroken face of Lynette Michelle Saunders, Roberts on again off again girlfriend.

"Sir this is the last stop" The female conductor said
"Huh?"
"Last stop, World Trade Center, no passengers"
"Oh...I'm sorry thank you"
"Uh huh"

The female conductor was a friendly pale caucasian woman with fire red hair and freckles across her nose and cheeks.

"Baby you were in a zone!"
"You don't know the half of it" I replied
"Have a good one hun"
"You too"

Moments like those made me remember that yes indeed there are still good people left in all of New York City.

Later than afternoon, Darius met me in my Brooklyn Heights neighborhood for an early afternoon lunch and cocktails at one of our favourite places called One Front Street a few blocks away from my apartment. They have the best sangria ever. Darius was wearing a horizonatal black and white striped double breasted long cardigan and pair of skinny black jeans and black leather shoes that looks like he took a page out of British Mens Vogue. The minute I sat down, I received a text message from Robbie "Hey I'm so sorry about earlier. Lynette and I are getting a divorce and it hasn't been finalized. Please call me so I can explain better"

"Who was that? you look pissed and sounded pissed earlier" Darius said sipping on his red sangria
"That was Robbie" I said looking down
"Robbie from the other night, like knocking down walls Robbie?"
"He knocked your walls down, not mine boo"
"You had him first so technically he did knock your walls down...a few times"
"Don't do me bitch, keep in mind that he was mine first"
"It's not about who had him first gurr, it's about who made him bust last unless..."
"No Darius, we didn't have sex last night. We could've had sex this morning"
"But what happened?" Darius said.
"His ex wife shows up"

I looked away from Darius and out the window looking at the traffic going down into Cadman Plaza.
"Why did he get married to her?" Darius asked
"Because her catching us gave her leverage to force him into marrying her"
"Ewww but what woman would knowingly want a bisexual man"
"She doesn't want him at least not like she used to, she wants his earnings. He is the highest paid sportscaster in the industry. How much are you willing to bet that they don't even have a pre-nup. He told me he was going to break up with her that last night he messed, then she walked in and it was all over. She threatened to take down my career as well"
"Man that sucks. I wish there was something I can do Marlon"
"I wish there was something I can do"
"Well, you can start by cutting off Robbie again, he's no good for you right now"
"I know"

After Darius and I finished our full pitcher of sangria. I decided to run home to shower and change. I thought maybe it was time for a spa day for myself. I thought a facial, manicure, pedicure and a massage would really help me think about what I need to do next. I went to my building on Columbia in the Brooklyn Heights section to find something comfortable to wear and I figured since it was a nice day, I should keep it simple. Some nice basic dark denim jeans and a basic black button down and some Alexander McQuen puma sneakers. I figured if I'm going to get this pretty, I might something to get into later on in the evening.

I took the A train from High Street to Times Square where I walked a few blocks to the 44th street and Broadway intersection at the M spa. I ordered the "Face & Body" package. Like your typical high end spa, it was empty. In this economy, you don't even see your usual Stepford wife roll in. I began reading a People magazine while sitting in a comfortable plush chair made out of what I want to say is fur and a familiar female figure wearing all black and wearing Dolce & Gabbana shades, rocking a short hair do and peep toe Loubotins. It was Lynette.

"We have to stop running into each other like this" Lynette said
"I'm convinced you're following me" I said with an even face stare
"Oh don't flatter yourself"
"I don't need to flatter myself, that's already been taken care of"
"How dare you"
"How dare I what, Lynette? How dare I fall in love with a man that you were in love with who in return didn't love you who in fact used you as a media prop? How dare I begin seeing a man that fell for me and not fell for you because he was too busy digging into me? How dare I try to stand by the man that I love while he gets blackmailed by a woman that he totally dispises who doesn't even love herself enough to find a man that is properly suited for her but instead is so busy trying to have something that was never hers in the first place. Yes Lynette, how dare I."

An asian female esthetician dressed in all white came from the back to greet me
"Mister Fisher, your spa bed is ready" she said with a beautiful bright white smile.

The next day in the late afternoon in my usual work attire of a blazer, white button down, yellow Sean John tie and black slacks and black leather shoes, I went to G Lounge in Chelsea to have more than I can handle drinks and threw myself into a cab back to my apartment in Brooklyn Heights. I walk into the lobby of my building, I am startled by a familiar voice calling my name. It was Robbie. Robbie was wearing a thin black leather jacket, a plain white T shirt, dark denim jeans and some white nike uptowns.

"Hey" he said in a low voice

I turn around and press the button to the elevator to reach my top floor

"So you're not talking to me now"
"You have two options, we can either talk about this upstairs or we can talk about this never because I don't feel comfortable talking about this in the lobby"
"Ok I can handle that"

I have to admit, I was definetely giving Robbie attitude. I was just just annoyed by the idea of having to go through the same situation with Robbie and Lynette all over again, years later after the first time it happened. We barely said anything to each other the whole elevator ride up. Nothing was said when I turned the key to my door to walk into the apartment. We walked in and instead of walking to the living room, he sat on a stool that is situated at the bar next to the kitchen.

"You want anything to drink" I asked Robbie
"No thanks"
"So what do you want to talk about Robbie?"
"Well I'm going to get to the point Marlon. Lynette signed the divorce papers finally"

He pulled an envelope out of his jacket and rested it on the bar. I was quite suprised by this bit of news, given how hard Lynette worked to trap him and how much Robbie used her to cover up his own homosexuality.

"She said she won't blow my cover"
"And you believe her"
"She said after speaking with you and then speaking with Darius & Maurice"
"Wait...Darius and Maurice? what do they have to do with anything?"
"Wait, Darius didn't tell you?"
"I spoke to Darius yesterday for lunch and how does Maurice fit into this"
"Well I guess it's appropriate to tell you that Maurice is my nephew. I've let Maurice stay with me while he finds work in the states because he wants to move here from The Bahamas. Him and Lynette had something going on."
"How do you know this?"

I began to pour myself a glass of Moscato I had chilling at the bottom of the refrigerator.

"Maurice has a video of them on her phone" Robbie said "And not that I care but Maurice had been hiding this from me for quite some time. He was scared to say anything but was not aware of the circumstances on how Lynette and I got married. Him and Darius began talking to each other shortly after the foursome, I guess they're trying to see whats up with each other and Maurice told him about the video and Maurice threatened to upload the video on xtube and distribute it if she even thought about leaking any photographs of you and I"

"Wow" I said sipping on my drink
"Yeah wow"
"So what now?"
"I don't know homie, you tell me. You and me, is now in your hands"