Treston removed his shirt and said, “I love you, too.”
While Cooper was in the bathroom, Treston removed the top cover and threw it in the hamper. Then he climbed into bed naked and switched on the TV. As he watched a commercial about a cold and flu medicine, he felt a warm comfortable sensation pass through his body and he wasn’t sure why at first. He’d been so surprised at what Cooper had asked him to do that night he hadn’t been thinking clearly. But now he realized he was doing exactly what he’d always dreamed of doing all of his life. But more than , he felt good about the way he’d pleased his lover that night and put all of his own needs aside.
The disappointment faded fast. He thought about the wedding at Chickey’s club, about moving in with Cooper full time, and how wonderful it felt to be in love with a man he knew would never hurt him. If it meant he had to make a few allowances in bed and cater to his lover’s slightly kinky needs, he could do this for the rest of his life. It was better than being left broke and naked on a trail at Lake Mead. If being with Cooper meant he would sometimes be required to be the dominant top in bed, he could learn to do this for the rest of his life as well. When the theme song to Bonanza started to play, he pulled up the covers and hummed the tune aloud. There was no place on Earth he would rather have been on that particular night than in bed with the man he loved watching cheesy old reruns on TV.
Chapter Fourteen
In order to celebrate Treston’s last night at Chickey’s, his co-workers had planned a party on Saturday night after the show. The club would remain open, but on nights like that almost all the customers went home after the main show and Chickey didn’t mind doing this one special thing for Treston. Actually, it was Chickey who had insisted on the party.
Although Cooper had never actually been to Chickey’s or seen Treston on stage, Treston wanted him to be there for the party. He’d been talking about Cooper to all his friends for a long time and no one had actually met him. J.D. even insinuated Cooper might have been a figment of Treston’s exaggerated imagination, and that really pissed Treston off. So before he left for the club on Saturday evening, he went into the bedroom where Cooper was napping and sat on the edge of the bed. It was almost five o’clock and he knew Cooper would be getting up soon.
He tugged on Cooper’s big toe, then lightly ran his fingertips up his hairy calf. Cooper had once told Treston he liked being woken the way his mom used to do it when he’d been a kid. The only difference was Treston’s hand went much higher than Cooper’s mom’s hand had gone when he’d been a kid. Treston slid his hand up through the leg of Cooper’s boxer shorts and started squeezing his balls gently.
Cooper’s eyes opened the minute Treston started squeezing. He spread his legs wider and glanced down to see what Treston was doing to him. “What’s up?”
Treston leaned forward and licked his thigh. “I’m ready to leave for the club and I was just checking to be sure you’re coming over later.” They’d been through this a few times. At first, Cooper had refused to go to the party. He said it didn’t bother him that Treston had worked as a stripper and an escort. But he also said he didn’t want to see him in that kind of environment. His exact words had been, “Since you’re putting this all behind you soon, there’s no reason to mingle that part of your life with this new part.”
Cooper yawned and said, “Yes. I’ll be there. I’ll come over around midnight.” He didn’t sound thrilled; his voice remained low and soft.
Treston squeezed his balls one last time and pulled his hand out of Cooper’s underwear. Then he stood up, leaned over to kiss him goodbye, and said, “Great. I can’t wait for everyone to meet you. I’m starting to think they don’t believe you actually exist.”
“I’ll be there,” Cooper said. He grabbed the back of Treston’s neck and kissed him goodbye. When he finished, he smiled and said, “Do me a favor before you go?”
“What?”
Cooper wiggled his eyebrows and looked down at his crotch. “You know what to do.”
When Treston looked down he saw Cooper’s dick sticking out of his boxer shorts, resting flat against his lower abdomen. “I don’t have time. I’ll be late.”
“It won’t take long,” Cooper said. “Please.”
For one thing, Cooper hated to say no to a man who begged that way. For another, he thought it shame to waste a perfectly good erection. He figured Cooper would wind up jacking off when he left, so he set his backpack on the floor, bent over, and sucked Cooper into his mouth. He’d learned certain skills over the years from a few of his co-workers at the club, and he’d learned if he sucked a dick a certain way, and applied just the right amount of pressure in just the right places, he could get most men off within minutes. He’d also learned the fact that there would be no reciprocation that evening would make his job even easier. Men who knew they didn’t have to respond seemed more relaxed in situations like this. Treston had never figured out exactly how that worked, but he assumed it had something to do with less anxiety over performance. There were times when all Treston wanted to do was lift his legs and get fucked; he didn’t have to come all the time.
The room went silent and Cooper laced his fingers behind his head. In less than fifteen minutes, Treston deep-throated him and swallowed. Before Treston stood up, he made sure there wasn’t a single drop left. When he did stand up, he gently packed Cooper’s dick back into his boxer shorts and kissed him goodbye on the forehead because he knew Cooper didn’t like the taste of come.
On the way to the club, a long black limo pulled up to a stop light where Treston was waiting to cross the street. Treston had decided to walk to work. It wasn’t as hot as it had been earlier that week and he still had plenty of time to spare. While he stood there and waited for the light to change, he thought about how Lyon’s first night doing the ping-pong ball act would turn out. Treston would be on stage with Lyon that night to help him out; they’d agreed to do a rare dual act so Lyon could get the hang of it, so to speak. But Treston had to admit he had his reservations. He’d been working with Lyon all week, showing him how to insert the ping-pong ball shooter into his ass so he could reach back and pull the trigger to create the illusion. And every single time the tip of the ping-pong ball shooter touched Lyon’s anus, he screamed out in pain. When it was actually in him, as hard as he tried to smile, a look of pure discomfort would have been the only way to describe his expression.