His hand moved up my leg, getting closer to my crotch. “I mean, I really do care about you. I’d go out of my way for you.”
“Rupert, what’s going on?” I asked, even in my drunken state, I was confused by what was happening. He leaned over, kissing me. I pulled back. “What are you doing?”
“Let me give you what you need. When was the last time you got off?”
“Fuck… you—you’re straight,” was all I could say.
“I have a wife, but I’m not straight,” Rupert said, then he grabbed my crotch and I jumped. “It’s time you moved on, Macio.” He kissed me again, this time more forcefully.
My mind was swirling with the boatload of information I was struggling to process. Meanwhile, my cock was growing harder as Rupert massaged my groin. He pulled away from me, kissing my neck and sucking on my ear.
“Just let me give you pleasure, Macio,” he whispered into my ear. I felt his fingers unzipping my pants and he reached inside, pulling my erection free.
Jesus Christ! What the fuck was happening? I felt like my mind was cloudy and I was having a hard time focusing. Just when Rupert lowered himself towards my cock, Aiden’s face flashed before my eyes and it cleared away all of my haze. I grabbed Rupert’s shoulders, forcing him to sit up.
“Stop,” I said.
“I want you, Macio. Don’t you see? We can be discreet about this. No one has to find out,” Rupert said.
“Holy shit,” I grumbled as I climbed off the sofa, fumbling with my wilting erection as I shoved it back into my underwear. I zipped up my pants and turned back towards him. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
“I… I thought you would be open to this,” Rupert said.
“To fucking you?” I roared.
“I only wanted to make you happy. You seemed so lonely.”
“I feel sick,” I mumbled as I staggered away from him. “Get out. Go home to your fucking wife.”
Rupert stood up with a bit of a wobble. “I—I’m sorry, Macio. I… I didn’t mean—”
“Just go,” I said, then directed him toward the front door.
“I’m too drunk to drive,” he pointed out.
Shit, he was right. “Then call yourself a fucking cab and go.” No way was I going to let him stay here after the stunt he just tried to pull. “As a matter of fact, I’ll call.” I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and fired up the app.
“I’m sorry, Macio,” Rupert was saying as I typed in my information and his.
“Yeah, I bet you are. I can’t believe you tried to fuck me,” I said, still in shock by that fact. “How long have you been lusting after me?”
“We don’t have to talk about this. I made a mistake in my drunken state. I didn’t think it through. Please forgive me, Macio.”
I plopped down in one of my plush chairs. “Look, let’s pretend like this shit didn’t just happen. A cab is on its way. Go home, get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day,” I said. He made a mistake and I was too drunk to try to think about how bad things could have gotten had I not stopped him. But really, I stopped him because he wasn’t who I wanted. He wasn’t who my heart desired. Aiden was as much a part of me as my flesh and bone… he was that deeply rooted. If anything, this debacle made that very clear to me. We sat in silence for ten minutes before there was a honking of a horn outside my home. Rupert apologized one last time before leaving and I took my drunk ass to bed.
When I woke up the next afternoon, I knew what I wanted. I had to hurry up and get dressed because my flight to New York was departing in two hours. Luckily for me, I’d packed my bags already, so that was one thing I didn’t have to worry about. I called my cab and when it arrived, I made my way toward the airport. Caesar was sad to see me go, but the dog caregiver would make sure he wasn’t lonely while I was gone. I met up with Barry at the airport and when I approached him, he checked his watch.
“Cutting it pretty close, ain’t cha, buddy?” he asked, giving me a curious eyebrow.
“With good reason. Look, we need to talk.”
“Here?”
“Now.”
He sighed. “Are you feeling okay, Macio? Please tell me you’re not nervous about the fight?”
“Hell no, I’m going to wipe the floor with Tony Romero’s ass. This is much more important,” I said.
