Walter & Jacque Part 4 (complete)

    I haven’t heard from Walter in a few days, which is all well and good as Tupac is home for a spell. He’s getting ready to leave again on another one of his supposed missions any day now. He’s been more than attentive so I’m not sure why I’m thinking about the pretty boy at a time like this.

    We didn’t exactly part on good terms. The night he had invited me to his father’s party he had arranged for something. There was this waiter he had found and I don’t think he enjoyed the scenario as much as he wanted to. He got off and stormed away, leaving me and the waiter to clean up our mess.

He insisted he wasn’t upset or anything but I could tell by his haughtier than usual demeanor that he was clearly bothered. I left it alone. I knew what Walter and I were and I knew what would become of us eventually. The whole thing had gone on longer than I expected and I still have some money put away as well. It’s all the best. The pretty boy deserves to find someone better than me. Someone who will actually give a few shits about him rather than his money.

    One day while I was out and about I saw his car in the distance. Or maybe it was his car, I’m not sure. A lot of rich kids have the same sports car that screamed ‘look at me’. I just went about my business and decided to ignore it. I was getting in line to get a coffee when I heard a door slam. I look back, seeing Walter stomping over towards me.

    “Oh hey there.” I wave at him. “Long time no see how are-”

    He grabs me roughly by the arm and yanks me back. “Just get in the car.”

    I look him up and down wondering why he thinks his shit don’t stink. “No please? No thank you? I know you have better manners than that, pretty boy.” I rip my arm away from him. “Until you remember them I really want this coffee.”

    He grabs my arm again. “We need to talk.”

    It physically hurts me to not roll my eyes in that moment. I hate those four stupid words more than most words. I turn and look at him again knowing this moment had to come eventually. The poor pretty boy needed a hard lesson and I hated I had to be the one to teach it to him.

    “Ok grabby,” I scoff. I pull my arm back again and smooth down my shirt. I follow him to his car, getting in the front seat. 

    He revs the engine and zooms out of the parking spot. Cars honk behind us but pretty boy isn’t paying attention to anything but his own internal monologue. I know he’s seeing me as the villain in his mind and he’s the poor victim. I had put the idea of the third person in his head, but I in no way insisted we do it. Pretty boy went out of his way to get the guy and to set the whole thing up. Just because he didn’t like it he was now looking to play the blame game. Well, I had no desire to play along.

    “So what gives?” I cross my arms against my chest and tap my fingers on my arm. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the trust fund this morning?”

    Walter snaps off his sunglasses and I see his eyes are red and puffy. It looks like a mix of getting zero sleep and crying for hours. Oh shit he’s been crying!

    “You didn’t even try to call me?” Walter snaps at me.

    I shrug. “Why try? You didn’t try. Why should I put all the effort in when I know it isn’t going to be met?”

    “Effort?” Walter snaps and slams his fists down on the steering wheel. “You’ve given no effort at all! This entire relationship you’ve not given any hint of effort or trying whatsoever!”

    “Be careful how you throw that ‘R’ word around.” I shake my head. “What relationship are you ever talking about? Because from where I was sitting there was none. I thought you had a better understanding of it than that.”

    “How could-” Walter clams up and slams on the breaks.

    I brace myself against the dash with both hands and turn to glare at him. “Don’t fucking kill me because you’re pisssed!”

    Walter’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel. “Do you have any idea how I feel? I made a mistake, sure. But do you even care about me? I’ve been worried sick over you, thinking maybe you’ve been feeling guilty too.”

    He did not just fucking insinuate what I think he fucking did.

    “You mean so much to me but I can’t help but feel like I mean nothing at all to you! I care about you and I want you in my life. But I always feel like you’re pushing me away or something. Is it because I’m missing something? Do you feel like you don’t deserve me?” 

    I don’t know how many feet he think he can fit inside his mouth but he is certainly going for a world record.

    He sniffles and it’s a nice touch, but it’s doing nothing for me. “I just want us to be together. And if the whole hiding it thing is bothersome it’s going to just be a few more years until I finish school. I then get my trust and I won’t need my dad. We can be together! I’m just asking for you to be patient a few more years. We’ll get through all our mistakes and I’ll take all of you.”

    “We both agreed this was a casual thing.” I speak slowly and cooly. “You got to live your fantasies and piss of Daddy Dearest behind his back. Meanwhile I got to get off and made some good money. What did you think?” I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re calling this a relationship and you’ve never once asked me what I want.”

    “I have so!” Walter roars at me.

    I shake my head, still keeping my cool even if I wanted to break the bridge of his nose. “Did you ask me if I wanted the waiter involved? No. You went and did it yourself. Did you ask me what restaurants and bars I wanted to go to? No. You took me where you were going and that’s all. You never even asked to come over to my place all the times you did. You showed up on my doorstep expecting the fucking welcome wagon and band procession.”

 I slam my palm down on the dash. “Well guess what, pretty boy? Not everyone is happy to be in your presence. When you act like an entitled brat, you get treated like an entitled brat.” I snap my finger into his face. “I indulged you for too long. I should have put my foot down when I started to see the signs. You want a relationship? Well fucking hell if you didn’t just assume it and take it for granted. A relationship is between two consensual people and that is not this!”

I unbuckle my seat belt and open up the car door. I then turn to him as he glares holes into the steering wheel. “You don’t own me so you don’t get to dictate anything about me. You don’t know how I feel or how I think because you’ve never even fucking asked.” I get out of the car and lean back down.

“I’m pretty cool if you ever cared to get to know me. Sure I’m weird and lazy and possibly a sex addict, but I am damn worth getting to know beyond my body. I would have been your friend Walter but if you’re going to act like a spoiled child I don’t give a single shit about you. I left a family who didn’t care to get to know me, I have no qualms leaving someone like you who means nothing to me.” I slam the car door and walk back down the street towards the coffee shop.

I’m a bit upset but I’m not angry. It’s actually a speech I’ve had built up for a while so I’m feeling victorious at having delivered it so eloquently. I’ll let Walter stew and let him get angrier before he breaks down again. If I’m lucky I can make him a friend as I said before and keep him around so that way I’d still have something fun to do when Tupac was away. But I have a feeling that this is the final curtain on Walter and I.

When I get back home I find Tupac is naked on the sofa watching TV. His hair is wet and he smell like soap. I set down the few things I got and go to join him on the sofa.

“Shower?” I ask.

“No. I let the neighborhood dogs piss on me.” He scoffs as he flips through channels.

“Why ask for dogs to do it when I am right here?” I smirk up at him.

Tupac eyes me and grins. “God you’re fucking weird.”

I put my hand on his bare thigh, admiring the strong sinew and dark curls on it. I wrap my hand around, squeezing and feeling the soft shaft of his cock against my knuckles.

“Any plans while you were in that shower or were you going to just wing it?” I ask. “No one sits on a sofa naked without expecting something.”

Tupac laughs and puts me in a headlock. “It felt nice so I did it. Don’t be such a horndog all the time.” He pushes me down into his lap anyway. 

Tupac pushes my face against his cock and I open my mouth to lick him. He lays back a bit more to give me more room. I take him into my mouth, sucking him and moaning until he gets throbbing hard against my tongue.

“Fuck,” Tupac snarls. “Have you gotten better at this?” He drags his nails down my scalp and neck. “You were always good, but this feels out of this world.”

I suppose having been around Walter and showing him the ropes I’ve learned a few new things. Also because Walter’s cock was so long and always went down my throat I’ve gotten used to it and can now deepthroat without gagging. It’s a good trick.

Tupac tangles his fist in my hair, pushing and pulling my head so I move on him. He sucks in a breath and a growl rumbles low inside his broad chest. “I’ve missed you. No one out there knows the right way to get me off.”

He lets go of me and I raise my head. “I’m only trying to make you dependent on me.” I kiss his thighs and belly, biting him a few times.

Tupac lounges more, watching me as I explore his body. “Somethings different.”

“Hmm?” I swirl my tongue around his belly button.

“You never used to tease this much.” Tupac runs his fingers through my hair and pull sit from my face. “As soon as I was hard you didn’t wait for anything.”

“Why rush a good thing?” I purr. “I’ve learned to be patient while waiting on your to come back.” Honestly I had just gotten used to tormenting the pretty boy day in and day out. 

Tupac picks me up and places me in his lap. He makes me strip and I straddle his thighs so that his cock rubs between my cheeks. After that fight with Walter I have a lot of energy I need to get rid of. There was the frustration of him assuming all those things about me and not taking responsibility for his own actions. I needed Tupac to fuck me now.

Tupac squeezes and kneads my ass before reaching for the bottle of lube by the couch. He pours it over his fingers which he then works into the crack of my ass before prodding my hole with his fingers. 

“I don’t mind you playing around.” His fingers open me up as he toys with me. “I know how needy you are.” He licks my nipple then bites down hard on it. “But you best know who you belong to.”

“You think I’m stupid now?” I scoff. “Just shut the hell up and fuck me before I go find myself a boy toy who is willing to dick me down without opening his mouth.”

Tupac tugs my head down and kisses me. He sucks my tongue and bites down on it. “Speaking of mouthy,” he smirks at me.

I stick my tongue out at him. “You want me to shut up? Two words.”

Tupac lowers me down, spearing me over his cock. He feels so hot inside me and I realize how much more I like sex with him than Walter. While Walter is fun and fast, Tupac knows how to make things burn slowly. He knows how to make my eyes cross and my toes curl.

I know things with Tupac aren’t perfect, and I don’t expect it to last very long at all. Eventually I’ll have to leave this life if I ever really want to grow up. I can’t keep being someone’s toy because it makes my life more comfortable. I ran away from home to escape being moved around like a doll, now I’ve only become a different sort of doll.

After a few rounds with the mighty Tupac, he’s laid passed out in bed while I stare up at the ceiling. After some time I get up and go to the shower, washing myself off and using Tupac’s soap. I could really go for a beer but I’m fairly certain Tupac finished all of them off.

I get cleaned off and put some clothes on, leaving a note for Tupac to find should he wake up in a few minutes and find me gone. I go to my favorite bar and sit down at the counter. I plan on only ordering a couple of beers and then heading back home but who knows where the night will take me?

I sit there and watch the television over the bar even if it is mainly static and rolling up and down too much for me to see anything. I think it’s a sports game playing, but I’m not too sure. It could also be the shopping network. As I’m drifting there on the barstool someone comes up and sits down beside me. He smells awful so I finish my beer and excuse myself to the bathroom. I’ll leave and go home after that. No way am I returning to the bar where that foul smelling goon is probably going to proposition me. As I walk into the bathroom I hear the familiar sound of glory hole sex. The grunting and gasping and the wobble of the two stalls. I go over to the urinal and piss, listening to the sound of some guy getting the dick sucking of his life.

I wonder if Tupac will be awake when I get home, I think. I zip up and flush and go to the sink to wash my hands.

One of the stalls opens and in the mirror I see Walter step out. He zips up his pants and I turn, looking him dead in the eye. We’re both still for a long time until he cusses under his breath and leaves the bathroom.

A few moments later the young guy in the other stall comes out. He turns on a sink and splashes water on his face and gargles. He spits then laughs.

“I’d give you an offer too, but that last one may have bruised my larynx.” He leans on the counter and smiles at me. “My hands are still pretty good though.”

“Nah, thanks.” I take a few bucks from my wallet and hand it to him though. “You’ve earned a drink though. I know how rough that kid can be.”

His pretty blue eyes widen and I wink as I leave the bathroom. I leave the bar, not caring if Walter is still in there or left either. I make my way home, taking the old pickup truck the long way just to enjoy a few good songs on the radio. I’m not sure if I should be bothered by Walter’s behaviour. If he wants to pay people to suck him off in a great bar bathroom who am I to judge? I’m not much better than that. But I feel bad, knowing Walter is better than that. Or well, he should be better than that. He’s young and dumb, sure. But he doesn’t need to go out and act that stupid because he thinks he’s going through a breakup. 

I stay in the truck and let it idle once I get home. I’m not sure why, but I’m enjoying the peace and quiet of the night as well as the heater. Which is probably the only thing that works properly and well with my truck. As I get out of the truck to go inside I listen to the hum of the crickets wondering if they know it’s cold out.

Tupac is still asleep when I get home so I toss the note away and crawl back into bed. I finally sleep, having had a rough enough day for two people. I snuggle down in the bed, naked and welcoming the cool touch of clean sheets. I don’t do laundry often and I usually only do it when I am craving the touch of clean sheets. If it weren’t for that I would probably never have any clean clothes and live like a goblin all my life. The sheets smell clean but also of Tupac’s soap and skin. I reach out, touching his back as I drift to sleep.

I’m woken at the crack of dawn to Tupac’s morning wood poking me in the back. Feeling vengeful he woke me from an amazing sleep, I wake him up. Sometimes the only thing better than coffee in the morning is fucking like rabbits in heat.

After we’ve had our fill of one another Tupac goes into the kitchen to make that coffee. I’m sitting at the table enjoying the sight of him naked as he puts the coffee pot in order. Then we both are shocked by a knock at the door. Tupac glares at me and I shake my head. He grabs a towel from the back of a chair and wraps it around his waist before answering the door.

It’s Walter, standing there with a big bouquet of flowers in his hand. He grim expression as he stares up at Tupac is the kind of thing you’d only witness in old slapstick comedies. His mouth hangs open agape as he stares up at Tupac.

Tupac is easily one of the tallest people I have ever met and he dwarfs Walter in comparison. He leans over top of him, giving him a stink eye. “What do you want?”

“I was uhm-” Walter gulps. “I’m luh-looking for uhm-”

“Out with it.”

Walter flinches and nearly drops what he’s holding. “Jacque!” His voice cracks. “Is Jacque home? I’d like to talk to him.”

Tupac sniffs and tilts his head. “Why do you want to talk to my boyfriend?”

I’m not sure why, but that possessive little comment made my heart skip a few beats. I know he’s only acting this way because he’s puffing his chest out like the alpha he is, but it felt good.

“Oh.” Walter’s voice fades and breaks. “Boyfriend?” He’s quiet for a long moment. “Just uhm...nevermind.”

“Wait, wait.” I stand up and go over to the door. “Let me talk to him.” I say, moving Tupac out of the way. I look at Walter and sigh. “What are you doing here?”

Walter won’t look me in the eye but he hands the bouquet of flowers out to me. “I wanted to apologize.”

I take the flowers and smirk. “Isn’t this just cute?”

“You were right.” He shakes his head. “And now-” he motions into the house. “I never even knew someone else lived here. Let alone-” he stops himself and grimaces. “When I stopped to actually think about it, I realized that...while I felt like I knew you I couldn’t even name your favorite color. Fuck. I didn’t even know you liked coffee.”

I close the door behind me and stand on the stoop with Walter. “I appreciate it, Walter. That’s a big step.”

Walter glances to the door. “So uhm...boyfriend?”

“He likes to claim that.” I smile at him. “If you want to get to know me as a friend now, I don’t mind that.”

“Actually,” Walter murmurs, “I think it might be best if we just made a clean break. I mean, for me it’s probably for the best.”

I nod. “I understand.”

He takes a deep breath. “I need to think for a while and figure myself out.” He puts his arm around himself. 

“Well, you know where to find me.” I nod my head back towards the house. “I’m always here pretty much.”

“Yeah.” He looks me in the eye at least. “Uhm, thanks for...things I guess.”

“For things?” I scoff.

“I’m not good at this.” He waves his hand in the air. “Uhm, I should just go.”

“Maybe you should,” I smirk. 

He lingers, looking at me and unable to move. “Yeah. I should,” he murmurs. “Your boyfriend will probably want you back.”

“Probably. But he can always wait.” I walk over to Walter’s car and open it. “One last go at it.” I say back at him. “To remember me by.”

Walter stares at the door and rushes to the car.  I’m laughing as he gets in. I’m sure Tupac will be a little pissed but I have a feeling it won’t be for long. Walter and I go to the hotel where we went when he first met. He takes a key from the front desk like before and we head up to the same room.

Walter sits on the edge of the bed, looking a little more than anxious. I sit down beside him and kissing his neck and place my hand on his chest.

“Wait.” Walter grabs my hand. “Can I be selfish one last time?”

“I wouldn’t know how to handle you any other way,” I tease.

“No I mean-” Walter stops and chuckles. He looks me in the eyes. “I want to try something different.”

“What’s that?” I lay back on the bed and stretch.

Walter leans over top of me, he kisses me and starts to undress me. He runs his hands up and down my body once I’m bare. He still hasn’t said what he wants but I suspect he’s going to show me. Once I’m good and hard from his affections he stands up and strips down naked. He then lays on his stomach on the bed.

“I want you to cum inside me.” He lifts his hips and spreads his thighs a little. “Please. Just once I want to try.”

“Oh my.” I sit up and get behind him. “You sure?” I grab his ass and squeeze it. “You’ve never done this before, it could suck.”

Walter grumbles under his breath. “Just once,” he pouts. “I want to try it just once. My fingers-” he stops himself and wiggles his hips. “It feels good with my fingers so-”

“Have you been playing and not shared this with me?” I kiss his ass and bite him. “Tell me to stop at any time, pretty boy.” I spread his cheeks and lick between them. He grunts at the new sensation, not sure what to make of it. 

I press my tongue to his pucker, slowly pushing inside then pulling away. He whimpers as if he’s enjoying it, but I don’t wanna push too fast. I lick him some more, teasing and testing while his breathing starts to become shallow. He moans and sighs, rolling his hips as if wanting more.

“Wish we could have figured this out sooner.” I suck my finger and slowly insert it inside him.

Water moans out loudly and rises up on his elbows. I wiggle my finger inside and he falls back down on his face where he cries into his pillow.

I pull my finger out and smirk. “Such a good boy gone so bad.” I go over to the side table where I find lube in drawer. I take it, pouring it between his cheeks and then rubbing my cock between them, making sure to coat it in the slippery lube.

“Remember,” I sigh as I pull back. I position myself and press my tip at his pucker. “If you ever want me to stop, just say so.” I grab hold of his hips, bringing him back to meet me. I slip inside him and bite back a grin as I watch my cock disappear inside.

“Fuck!” Walter moans. “Oh god fuck!”

I look down, seeing his cum splattered all over the sheets already. “Wow! Already?” I start to laugh.

“Don’t-” he gulps down breaths. “Don’t laugh at me!” He pants. “That wasn’t...wasn’t funny!”

I roll my hips, moving inside him. He may have cum already but I wasn’t going to leave until I did as well. “Did you break anything from breaking that sound barrier?” I tease. I reach out, grabbing his hair in my fist and pulling his neck back. Walter moans out.

I suck in a deep breath and thrust my hips faster. I rarely get to top like this so I’m not quite used to it. He’s nice and tight which is helping things. He moans and sighs as I fuck him and his shoulders begin to tremble.

“Does it still feel good?” I growl at him. “Everything you wanted for our last time?”

Walter grunts. “Yes,” he moans. “Yes.”

I sigh and take another deep breath. He squeezes around me, almost like a vice. I can feel my edge coming, I’ll tip over soon and leave my final farewell with Walter. I close my eyes and let out a long moan. Pumping my hips in short, fast bursts I release inside him. I don’t have much left after everything with Tupac, but I have enough to leave with Walter. 

I don’t wait around long. After Walter passes out in his own mess I clean myself off with his shirt and leave. I have the hotel call me a taxi under Walter’s name and head back to the house. Tupac is there waiting on me and to my surprise he’s not even phased. Or well, he acts that way.

“Have fun?” He grumbles.

I sigh heavily. “Kind of.” I then shrug. “Not really.” I got over and sit beside him on the sofa. “It was just ok.”