In His Eyes Chap.8

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~Shax

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In His Eyes Chapter. 8

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After a long talk with Damien about Nick, I came down to a conclusion. Fuck what Nick says or does; if he tries to hurt Micah then he’ll see a part of me he’s never seen.

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed as I saw Damien drive away from the studio. He had driven in record time to hear me vent. I couldn’t help but smile at that. My brother was there for me whenever I needed him… it was really nice to know that. I walked back inside and looked around. All I had to do for today was the meeting with the company – Nick’s company. A shudder ran through me as I thought about working with him.

“Can I sue him for sexual harassment?” I pondered as I walked to the cooling closet and looked at the pieces of clay I had been playing with the day before. I didn’t know what they were going to be yet, but I was sure it was going to be something amazing. Cocky, I chuckled and sighed as I reached for a piece of clay that needed to be set on the wheel.

As I lost myself in the feel of the clay between my fingers, someone walked into the studio. I knew it was a man by his stance and the way he carried himself around the place. I had shelves showing my work, and I also had tables showing the work I would be working on or that other workers/students had done. This was a learning environment, after all.

“Excuse me, how much for this tea set?” a deep voice asked, getting my attention.

I looked up and pushed my hair out of the way as I stared up at the guy. He looked familiar somehow, but I couldn’t quite pin point him. I stared at him for a minute longer before getting up and cleaning my hands in the sink.

“The price varies with the work you want done.” We had different types of sets and each had a different price. It would be unfair to charge someone more for a simple tea set, when in reality it costs less in other stores.

The man’s grey eyes narrowed as he looked at me and back at the sets. He was trying to decide between two sets and I could tell that he was having a hard time. Finally, the man grabbed the Japanese set and nodded once.

“This one,” he said confidently and I couldn’t help but chuckle. The man followed me to the cashier and I rang up the sale; although, this is a studio, we sale pottery as well.

“The design is magnificent,” he said as he grabbed a cup gently and turned it over in the light.

“I did that one myself,” I admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

The man flashed me a smile and for a minute I could have sworn he was flirting. I put on my business face and explained to him the process behind the set. After I was done, I could tell that he was impressed. He reached inside his suit jacket and took out a business card.

“Here, if you ever decide to go big, call me. My company would be delighted to do business with you.”

I stared at the card and it clicked. He was the Vice President to one of the most important export/import companies in the country. The man, Charles Hopkins, shook my hand and flashed me another smile. I shook his hand and he left the studio.

“What was he doing in these parts of town,” I wondered as I looked over the card again. An idea popped into my head and I smiled as I placed the card in my wallet.

“Charles Hopkins, you might just be the answer to all my prayers,” I chuckled as I went back to work on the clay.

When I looked up at the clock, four hours had passed and I had made three ceramic plates for front halls. The design wasn’t much so it hadn’t taken me much time. I cracked my neck and my back as I got up and closed up the studio. Chris should be coming any time soon, so he could open it again. I had plans for tonight anyway.

As I walked into the house, I heard the piano. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I knew that Micah kept a piano in the living room, but I had never seen him play it much less heard him do so. I made my way to the living room and wrapped my arms around Micah’s torso. He gasped a little and I could feel his heart race, but then he relaxed and leaned against my chest.

“I’ve never heard you play… it’s beautiful.” I kissed the side of his neck and Micah squirmed, giggling.

“I haven’t had time until today,” he whispered as I turned him around and kissed his forehead. Micah reached forward and pulled on my shirt so I would lean down for one of his mind-blowing kisses. He bit my lower lip and the front of my jeans tightened. Damn, he had me wrapped around his finger.

“How was your day?” He asked as he rested his forehead on mine.

I kissed the tip of his nose, “boring… ah, I made reservations for tonight. I hope you’re alright with that.”

I could see the uneasiness on his face but he smiled and nodded, “I’d love to go.”

I wanted to ask how things had gone with the doctor, but somehow I felt that it was best to leave it alone until he could tell me what had happened.

“I’ll go get ready,” Micah said and I claimed his lips.

“Want some help?” I was sure that he could feel the playful smile on my lips, which made him smile as well.

“Well… you can pick my clothes. Just so you know, if we end up matching, I will take matters into my own hands.” He chuckled as he left the living room and headed for his room.

‘Matters into my own hands,’ kept replaying in my head and it wasn’t helping things at all.

Thirty minutes later, I was helping Micah into the car when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

“Aren’t you going to get that?” He asked, clicking the seat belt in place.

I grabbed my phone and recognized the number and pressed ‘ignore’. I put my phone on silent and got in the car.

“Who was it?”

I shrugged, “Didn’t know the number. If they call again, then I’ll answer.” Micah nodded.

I drove to the park near the restaurant and parked. Micah seemed confused but he was calm. He trusts me, I thought as my chest expanded happily.

“We’re at the restaurant already?”

I helped him out of the car and locked the car behind him. He placed his hand in mine and I began walking. “How bout we walk there? If the restaurant had been close to the house, we would have walked the entire way.”

Micah chuckled as a slight blush colored his cheeks. Even though it was a little past six o’clock and the sun was starting to set, Micah had the brightest smile on his lips which made it feel as if it was still daytime.

As we passed an old couple, I could hear them ‘awww’ as the old woman pointed at us with a smile on her lips. I looked down at Micah and me and understood why she had been ‘aww’ing. Micah had his hand in mine and we were walking closely together. I must admit, we looked pretty good together. It wasn’t just my ego talking this time.

I guided Micah through the door of the restaurant and we were led to a table for two. Micah sat down and I took the seat across from him. I wanted to see him out of his comfort zone. I wanted to know everything about him. Micah started moving his hands around the table, gently. I watched as he felt everything in front of him and then placed his hands on the table in front of him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled blushing.

I reached over and squeezed his hand, “Don’t apologize, love.”

Micah looked up and smiled happily and I was lost in his eyes. It always happened to me.

During dinner, Micah and I talked about everything. I knew that he was reserving himself and wasn’t asking the questions he wanted, but other than that I could call this date a success.

Micah told me about him always knowing that he was gay and the hard times he had to endure before coming out. His older brother had been the only one to accept him, and now he was gone. Micah had gotten teary as he told me all about his older brother and how much he missed him. I must admit that I too got teary. I told him about Damien and how I came to find out that I had a brother. I told him that I thanked the heavens every day for giving me the chance to have Damien as my brother. I told him about Drake and the twins as well. He was laughing when I told him how Damien had proposed to Drake.

I learned so much about Micah during dinner than what I had learned living with him for over a month. He seemed to be a bit more opened, which made me real happy. I knew that the walls were still there, but at least he was trying and so was I.

“So what happened with your ex?”

I knew he had wanted to ask this question from the first time we met. I was sure that Chris had told him some things, but there were things that Chris didn’t know. I swallowed the ravioli and looked at Micah, intently.

“He cheated on me for half of our relationship.” The period after the last word was obvious even to my own ears. Micah nodded and continued eating. I could see the curiosity still in his eyes, but I was thankful that he hadn’t said anything else.

We were quiet for a while as we ate. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him about his past relationships. I knew that I would be instantly jealous hearing about the men that had held him, kissed him, slept with him…

“Dimitri, I want you to know that hearing about your past relationships won’t change how I feel about you. I won’t deny that hearing that your ex cheated on you comes as a surprise to me. Chris had told me about it, but I hadn’t believed him. I mean, how someone can cheat on you… You are the most wonderful and caring man I have ever met.”

My cheeks burned with his words and my jeans tightened up front. Only I would get turned on hearing that Micah felt jealous.

“I… thank you, Micah.” I reached over and squeezed his hand. Micah turned my hand so he was grasping it in his own and brought it to his lips. The tender gesture tugged at my heart strings.

After dinner, Micah and I walked around the park, talking and laughing. Once it was late, we got in the car and drove home. The drive was enveloped in a comfortable silence. When we arrived home, I helped Micah out of the car and he walked ahead and opened the front gate. I parked the car in the drive way and followed Micah inside the house.

Once inside the house, I closed the door behind me and looked over at Micah, who was standing by the living room arc. I walked over quickly and covered his mouth with mine. My hands wandered up Micah’s chest as he grasped my neck and the side of my face. The kiss was gentle yet passionate. I pulled away feeling breathless.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” I confessed as I rested my forehead on Micah’s. I was about to say something else when Micah interrupted me by pulling me in for another kiss. Our tongues warred while breathings became no longer important. He pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth and I moaned deep in my throat.

Micah took a step back, “S-sorry,” he said as he tried to breathe calmly.

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his waist, “Don’t apologize, baby.” I kissed his jaw, cheek, temple, tip of his nose, and lastly his lips. “I want to respect your decision to take things slow.”

Micah kissed my lips gently and caressed the side of my face, “thank you.”

I kissed him good night and walked over to my door, when I felt him tug on my shirt. He was looking down at the floor, his cheeks reddened.

“Would… would you sleep with me tonight?”

My heart was beating fast in my chest, “Yea.”

Micah grabbed my hand and pulled me along to his room. He opened the door and walked in first. I closed the door behind me. His room was sort of like mine, except his was neater. He pulled off his tie and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. My eyes widen as I realized that Micah was undressing in front of me. Once the shirt was off, Micah kept his jeans on and walked over to me. He felt my chest and began undoing the buttons.

“I’ll-“he cut me off.

“I want to do it,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

His finger tips felt like butterfly touches as he pushed the shirt off of my shoulders and caressed down my chest to the sides of my torso. My muscles tensed as he caressed up my arms and down my back. My breathing was slightly ragged due to his gentle touches. I was beyond turned on.

Micah unbuckled the belt and undid the button and zipper of my jeans; making me tremble in anticipation. I knew that he was going to feel my arousal soon. The only thing keeping him from feeling my hardened member was the jeans that seemed to fit way too tight at the moment.

Fear crept into the pit of my stomach as I felt Micah’s fingers play with the hem of my jeans and boxers. I grabbed his hands and pulled him to me, covering his mouth with mine. I had caught him by surprise but he kissed me back nonetheless. I licked his lower lips for permission and his both opened with a small gasp. Without wasting any time, I explored and tasted his mouth with my tongue. Kissing him and sucking on his tongue, I had him feeling like jelly.

“D-dimitri…” he gasped when I bit his lower lip and wrapped my arms around his waist. I pushed him gently down on the bed and continued kissing him.

I nipped his lip and down to his jaw. I kissed and licked my way down to his neck. The quiet moans that escaped his mouth were enough for me to go further down. I kissed down his chest. Licking and sucking on his nipples until they were hard and Micah was writhing underneath me.

“P-please… D-dimitri…” I looked up to see him with his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure I was giving him.

So much for taking things slow, my brain told me but I ignored it.

I continued kissing my way down to his navel and bit his tummy, making Micah gasp. I could feel his arousal pushing against his jeans. Quickly, I unfastened his jeans and pulled them down along with the black briefs he was wearing.

I groaned deeply in my throat as I looked down at Micah. He was beautiful. Without any hesitation, I took him in my mouth and sucked at the head. I licked and sucked, having to pull back once or twice because he was about to explode.

Micah had his fingers in my hair, pulling and massaging at the same time. Moan after moan escaped his lips as I continued licking and sucking him until he could no longer hold it anymore.

“D-dimitri… please… m-move… I’m… I’m going to…! Dimitri!”

With a cry of my name, Micah exploded in my mouth. His body convulsed with pure pleasure as I continued my ministrations on him. Once I was sure he was finished, I pulled away and kissed up his body and to his mouth. Micah kissed me back, smiling the whole time.

“That… that was…” He kissed me deeply, telling me how much he had loved what I had done in that kiss.

The kisses began to slow as I saw him close his eyes and then he was asleep. He muttered ‘I love you’ before falling asleep. I kissed the top of his head and cuddled next to him.

“I must be in love,” I mumbled to myself as I tried to focus on something else so my arousal would die down. To be willing to suffer one hell of a case of blue balls, this must really be love.