When I got to work, the first thing I did was go and hug Tiny.
"That's for not listening to me," I said, "about not telling anyone about me crying."
"You being that upset and not wanting Steve is one of the things on my list of signs of the Apocalypse," he said. I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not. He added "Kevin is the only one I told, though."
"It's alright, really. Every thing worked out, and it probably wouldn't have if you hadn't told Kevin. And because of that, I won't kick your ass the next time we're in a Mudbowl battle."
Tiny laughed at that thought. He weighed at least twice as much as me, and was I don't know how much taller. The thought of me kicking his ass had to be highly amusing to him, but he knew what I meant. I let him get back to work, and went about getting the bar ready. Every so often I would glance up to the stage where the guys were busy re-arranging the set-up. Sometimes, Steve would catch my eye, lick his teeth in this highly erotic way that made me weak in the knees, then wink before going back to the task at hand. It seemed the time crawled by, but we finally opened the door and let the first customers in. Things wouldn't really pick up until about 9, when the band took up, but we had a steady flow of business. I called all of the part time servers, trying to get someone to come in, but since it was a lovely Saturday night, that was easier said than done. I did finally get Katie to agree to come in, and she was there and clocked in within twenty minutes.
By 8:30, the place was packed. Word had traveled quickly about how good the new band was, and everyone wanted to see for themselves. Nat went out to help wait tables while Tiny and I filled orders. Not too many people wanted to eat, so it wasn't a big thing for Tiny to be out of the kitchen. The guys were great together. They told jokes and stories, covered songs, sang originals..I wondered just how long Steve had been keeping secret that he had joined. It must have been a while, because they played as if they had been together for 10 years.
Katie came up with an order and enjoyed the moment to relax.
"How you holding up?" I asked her. She looked exhausted.
"Fine," she replied. "It sure is packed!"
"Yeah, word got out quickly about the guys."
"They're great! Steve's pretty limber for being a bigger guy. I don't even think I could kick that high!"
"He's going to be sore tonight," I said with a laugh as I watched Steve jump around on stage.
Nat, who had just come up with an order, said "And I'm sure you'll do everything you can to help him relax." Even though it was fairly dim, and even though I have a fairly dark complexion, both women could tell I was blushing.
"Oh.Shut up and serve," I said, smiling in spite of myself Katie took her tray and headed off with a laugh. Natalie leaned in as close as she could and said "It sure as hell took you two long enough. Ed and I were getting ready to slip you both some ecstasy and lock you in a room with generous amounts of porn."
"What are you talking about?"
She rolled her eyes then said "The fact that you and Steve have feeling for each other has been obvious to most people who breathe for quite some time now. Ed and I never could figure out how the two of you spent that much time together and didn't have a clue. Ed almost thought Steve was gay."
"OK, I have theories about Ed and Steve that, frankly, I find quite disturbing."
"Oh, me too. But I don't find them disturbing at all," she said with a sly grin. Now I rolled my eyes. "No, really, just think about it for a little while." With that, she turned and left. I checked the bar customers, and once I had their needs satisfied, I leaned against a wall for a quick breather, and watched the show. Ed and Steve had a great chemistry, so their banters were as entertaining as their songs. I looked at the two of them, titled my head a little bit and thought about Ed and Steve, and had to admit, if I didn't let it get to weird, it was rather erotic. With that image in mind, I went back to work as Kevin brought up some orders.
Again, the night flew by, even cleaning up. Saturday nights were always thorough cleanings, but one advantage to being in charge is being able to duck out on the grunt work, so while Nat, Kev, Katie and Tiny scrubbed floors and polished brass, I went into the office and worked on the books. Steve came back once the band had packed everything away, and just hung out while I worked.
There was a shy knock on the door, and Katie popped her head in.
"Um, Jeff is here," she said. "He says he wants to talk to you."
"Send him back," I said. "It has to be done," I told Steve. "I'd rather do it now, opposed to later."
He was clearly not pleased, but he nodded and stood up. He was about to leave just as Jeff came in, and the two men exchanged a long look as they passed. Steve shut the door on his way out, and Jeff sat down on the edge of the desk and started picking papers up and looking at them.
"Can I help you?" I asked as I grabbed the papers from his hand.
"You haven't come around in a few days. I was wondering where you were."
"Well, considering the last time I went over I caught you sleeping with Jane. I don't really need to see that again."
"It was just a one time thing, honest. It'll never happen again."
"I couldn't care less if it did. I'm not going to be around to know."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, we are no longer going out. I am calling a halt to our relationship."
"Just because I slipped once?"
'Not just because of that, but it does have a good deal to do with it."
"What else is there? We can work it out, baby."
"Look, Jeff, it's over. It's way too complicated.."
"Damn it!" Jeff said, "Why is it too complicated?"
I took a deep breath and tried to explain everything.
"So you're breaking up with me because you think I can't get you off?"
"Crudely put, yes."
"You know what you're problem is? You're frigid. I didn't have any problem getting Jane to peak."
"Yeah well thanks for sharing."
"I can't believe you're being such a bitch about this."
"Who's being a bitch?" I asked, genuinely perplexed. I thought I was being perfectly rational.
"But we have 4 years..."
"Jeff, we could have had 40 years between us and I still wouldn't be able to go back to you. Too much has happened in the past few days...I guess I really should be thanking you.."
"BITCH!" he yelled as he pushed himself off the desk and started pacing, looking very much like a caged tiger. "What the fuck does that mean? I should be thanking you?"
I rubbed the bridge of my nose and sighed. I supposed it was only fair he know the full truth, and it might serve to get him out of the office.
"Look, Jeff.Monday, Steve and I slept together, and because of that.."
"See? You cheated on me, too, so we're even."
"What kind of logic is that? Wait! Never mind, I don't want to know. It doesn't matter anyway. What matters is that Steve and I have feelings for each other, and we're going to see what happens between us."
"I thought you once said that the thought of sleeping with Steve seemed like incest to you," Jeff spat.
"Well, that was before I realized I was in love with him!" I practically shouted. I took a deep breath and continued. "Jeff, I'm sorry it has to end this way. You and I just aren't meant to be. I look at you and, not trying to hurt your feelings here, but I don't feel anything for you. I don't even really feel any sort of remorse that we're through. I don't know if that makes me a bad person, but it's the truth."
Jeff looked at me for a moment, picked up a glass paperweight that was sitting on the desk, and threw it past my head to the wall behind me, where it shattered and fell to the floor in dozens of pieces. "This isn't over," he said, then turned and left. Tiny must have heard the glass crash because he was at the door just as Jeff opened it.
"It's fine, Tiny," I said before the big man could wrap his hands around Jeff's neck and squeeze, which is what it looked like he wanted to do. Tiny had never liked Jeff, so any excuse to kick is ass would be welcomed. Tiny watched Jeff as he walked away then looked back to me.
"Do you want me to get Steve?" he asked.
"Please," I said, not wanting to convince the guy that the world was indeed coming to an end. Steve came in and I told him what happened while I picked up the large chunks of broken glass and dumped them into the trash.
"All in all, it went better than most of my break-ups," I finished. "I'll be right back, I need to go grab a broom and sweep up these shards." I counted heads to make sure I wouldn't interrupt anything in the closet, then grabbed a broom, and took it back to the office to clean up. I hoped Matt wouldn't be too upset about the paperweight. It was going to be fun explaining how it got broken, to say the least.
We all finished our chores for the evening, then said good-night and went our separate ways. I asked Kevin if he needed a ride home, but he said he was getting a ride from Katie.
Steve and I stopped by my place first. He waited in the car while I fed and watered Sooty, then grabbed some things for the evening. I could tell that Steve was starting to get sore from all the jumping and kicking he had done during the show, and I did indeed plan to help him relax. The bulk of my idea involved a nice hot bath and a massage, but I had a few other tricks up my sleeve, so to say. I drove over to Steve's place and, while he checked his mail and messages, I drew a hot bath, adding just a bit a scented bath oil intended to soothe and relax. I also lit some candles and turned off the overhead light. I thought I had created a nice relaxing atmosphere, so I called for Steve.
His eyes grew big at the sight of his claw-footed tub filled to the brim with steaming water. "That looks so nice," he said as I started unbuttoning his shirt.
"That's the point. After a nice, hot soak, I'll give you a massage. Can't have you stiffening up on us, can we?"
"Depends on what you don't want stiff," he said. I cast a quick glance down, then said 'Well, that can be stiff. I don't mind that." To prove my point, I unbuckled his belt, slowly undid the button and zipper of his jeans, then worked those and his boxers off. He worked them off his legs, and then climbed into the tub, inhaling sharply as he slowly lowered himself into the hot water. While he did that, I went and slipped into a t-shirt and a pair of his old flannel boxers that I had taken over years ago. When I walked back into the bathroom, Steve was leaning against the back of the tub with his eyes closed and his arm hanging over the side of the tub. With all the candles, it sort of looked like Prince's video for 'When Doves Cry'.
I went and sat on the back of the tub then wet his hair and started shampooing. I knew from countless trips to the hair stylist just how relaxing having someone wash your hair can be, and it was having the proper effect on Steve. I rinsed the suds from his hair, being careful to keep it from his eyes. Then I soaped up a washrag and washed his back. That done, I moved to the side of the tub and began washing his chest and arms. He opened his eye and puckered his luscious lips. I leaned in and kissed him lightly. I knew I was in trouble when I felt him smile, but I could react fast enough to keep him from pulling me into the tub with him. I was laughing to hard to be mad, but I tried anyway.
"Hey, I need something to play with while I'm in the tub. What fun is a bath without toys?" he asked as he helped me out of my clothes.
"So now I'm just a toy?" I asked, turning my now naked body so that I was laying on him.
"Well, you're much more fun to play with than Rubber Ducky."
"I should hope so!" I said as I went back to washing his stomach. I
lightly nibbled on his lip as I pressed my chest against his and slid around
a bit. As he moaned into my lips, I slid a hand down his soapy chest and
stomach to his groin, wrapped it around his thick cock, slowly stroking
as I parted his lips with my tongue. Steve reached for the soap, pouring
a bit into his hands and working it to a lather. He cupped my breasts from
the sides, squeezing them gently, pressing them together, then running
his palm over the peaks before letting go and repeating the pattern. I
don't know if it was a conscious action on my part, but I soon realized
that I was matching my strokes to the rhythm of him fondling my chest.
As he neared orgasm, he started moving his legs a bit, and he ended up
kicking the plug out of the
drain. As the water started to get lower, I had a sudden idea and slowed my strokes, waiting for the water to get low enough. After a moment, a straightened up so that I was kneeling and grabbed the soap, pouring a bit into my palm and lathering it up. Steve watched with growing interest as I did my best to look seductive while soaping up my stomach and the shaved mound between my legs. I had dated a guy once who mentioned that turned him on, so I did it, and actually enjoyed it myself, so kept it neat. I'm guessing Steve liked it too, judging from the interest with which he watched me.
By the time I thought I was sufficiently lathered, the water level had gotten low enough to leave Steve's thick erection out of the water. I lowered by stomach to cover it and slid my body across him. He gasped as the sensation of my slick skin sliding across his, and it didn't take long for me to bring him to the edge and over.
"Yuk," he said as he felt me slid up his body, spreading his jizz all over. "Now we're all dirty again."
"But I bet you feel a lot better," I said as I peeled off him.
"Much better." We stood up and I started the shower while he pulled the curtain around. We quickly showered, then clad in only towels, we went to the bedroom. I told him to lie on his stomach, and then I massaged the back of his thighs, figuring they probably hadn't gotten that much of a workout in years.
Sadly, my plan to help Steve relaxed worked too well. He was asleep
before long. He looked so young with his hair mussed and his lips slightly
parted. I pulled ht sheet up over us, whispered in his ear 'I love you',
and settled in, so warmly content being curled up next to Steve that I
couldn't imagine life any other way.