The Big Boy & The Poet
Later that day, both were busying themselves with getting ready to attend Harry’s apartment for the gathering he’d promised Dean. Jamie’s head was lurching between nerves, excitement and intrigue. He’d only met Harry once, and from what he recalled, Harry was a little icy that night in Yard. He obviously remembered the run around he’d given Harry’s best friend those few months back. He paused, smiled at himself in the mirror. You made your bed Arden. Now is time to exercise some damage control and put the Jamie Arden PR machine and legendary charm offensive into overdrive. I’ll win him over.
“God you look good. Fucking knock out. Every time.” Dean smacked Jamie’s behind. Jamie giggled. “Dare I ask who you’re wearing tonight? I feel like one of those red carpet shows. Don’t raise your eyebrows, yes I know about Joan Rivers.” Dean smiled proudly.
“I’m impressed Archer. Impressed. Tonight we have a Dries Van Noten top. Isn’t this fabric fantastic?” Jamie wore a practically skin tight black t shirt with a wrinkle effect all over. Giving the illusion that his entire upper body was wet. He knew what he was doing. The cut cupped his shoulders, hugged his neck line and skimmed his waist. Enough of a skin flash to keep Dean salivating. “And my trousers, while you’re popping your eyes back in your head back there, big boy, are YSL. I love the fit of their trousers. Clearly you do to.” Jamie wiggled his eyebrows in the mirror. Dean came up behind him and hugged his waist. Jamie felt a hardening at the top of his cheeks. “They’re the perfect smart black trouser according to GQ. And, will you fucking behave. Christ. You’re like an animal today.” He tapped Dean’s stomach away.
Dean kissed his neck. “I can’t help it. You’re just too good to look at. I’ve got the constant horn around you.”
Jamie grinned and spun round. “I love you big boy. Will you listen to me for a moment?” Jamie pushed Dean to the bed.
“Uh, thought you said to behave, but I’m game!” Dean teased.
“Later. For sure. No, I just wanted to say, I know Harry is probably not my biggest fan at the moment. I want to make a good impression. Tell me, do I have a lot of work to do? I’m willing to put it in, he’s your best friend so he’s important. Worth the effort. But tell me what I’m letting myself in for.” Jamie shifted. He genuinely wanted to know.
“Babe, he’s just like any other good friend who watched his friend chase the love of his life.” Dean blushed.
“Hold up. Archer, what? Did you just say love of your life?” Jamie laughed with glassy eyes.
“Shit. Sorry that’s embarrassing. That was meant to be kept in my head.” Dean looked down. Jamie could cry at his heavy lashes drooping.
“Oh Archer. You’re the cutest thing. My big rugby boy, but a teddy bear with the biggest heart.” Jamie didn’t see it coming, Dean tackled him to the bed and faced him.
“Yeah? I can love you really fucking hard too remember? Leave you speechless don’t I?” He shoved his crotch hard into Jamie’s. They gasped and grinned at each other.
“God Dean, you’re so sexy. I’d say do your dirtiest to me right now but this is dry clean only, my hair has taken a fucking age to get like this and we’ll be late.” Jamie smiled teasingly. Knowing he was into dangerous territory when Dean was raging for him like this and denied him.
Dean rolled his eyes and got up. “Arsehole.” He slapped Jamie’s thigh.
“Well a few hours ago if I remember correctly, you couldn’t get enough of mine so…” Jamie continued his goading.
“You’re in for it later Arden. Fucking look out.” Dean grabbed his mound.
“I hope you keep your promise. That’s hardly a threat.” Jamie was pushing it. Add in some ego massage and you’ll be back on safe ground, he thought quickly. He loved moments like this. It was healthy and kept their passion alive. “You’re so handsome I could look at you forever. Wear a black shirt, no tie, just like that every day and I will do anything you ask of me.” Jamie’s eyes burned into Dean. If we had the time, that face would be in between my cheeks already. He licked his lips. He couldn’t help it. He had a literal hunger for him.
“You’re on.” Dean pointed at Jamie and smiled cockily. He came to sit and took Jamie’s hand in his. “You don’t need to worry. He’s known for his acid tongue. He can be a little wicked, but I know you. You’ll charm him like you do everyone else. He’s an ice queen who needs to be warmed a little. I reckon you’re just the man for the job.” Dean cupped Jamie’s chin again.
“So he’s the evil stepmother to my Cinderella?” Jamie laughed at his own quick wit.
“Oh. That’s good. He’ll appreciate that. Nothing offends him. Well almost nothing. I hope you’re looking forward though babe, I can’t wait to show you off to my friends. When am I going to meet yours? Want to do something here maybe? Soon? It’s your place too now, don’t forget it.” Dean loved sharing his world with Jamie. All of it.
“I’d love that. I was thinking if you’re ok with it, maybe something on Bonfire Night? I’d love to have you, them, big coats, wooly hats, sparklers and watch the fireworks on our balcony. Can we do that? Celebrating the attempt to blow up the government, the gays and their girls. What a beautiful little statement we’d make.” Jamie’s eyebrows slid back in a happy plead.
“Definitely. Anything to make you smile like that. I’ll make us all dinner. You’re a nightmare in the kitchen still. We want to entertain your friends not kill them.” Dean laughed and walked off to collect their drinks for the evening. “And I draw the line at blowing up parliament, although that might seem like a good idea sometimes.” He shouted from the hallway.
“That maybe true of my cooking but not very nice thank you.” Jamie smiled to himself. “Perfect.”
On the tube Jamie grabbed Dean’s hand. “By the way, you’re mine too. You’re the love of my life. I am completely and utterly ready for life with you.” Dean slid his eyes slowly to Jamie. The words were too precious for sudden movement. He didn’t want to scare them away. He wanted to bottle them up and keep them safe. Jamie stared out the window of the train car into the blackness. He didn’t need to look at Dean to deliver the words. He was so confident in what he said, he knew they would land completely and effortlessly where they should.
“You know just how to polish what I mean. See, I’m the big boy, you’re the poet. We’re perfect.” Dean squeezed Jamie’s knee. “I love you.”
“I know. I feel it every day. You too.” Jamie smiled and continued to be mesmerised by the quiet of the black out in the London Underground before him.
They arrived at Harry’s apartment in Shoreditch a little later. Jamie’s head was flitting around again. Dean giggled silently. He adored it when Jamie absorbed his new surroundings. “My god, this is such a beautiful building. I love history and stories, imagine what this place would say?” Jamie tapped Dean, as if Dean had never been here before.
“Uh, I’m pretty sure it was a Victorian factory so not as nice a story as your Disney films in Paris.” Dean bit his lip grinning as they scaled the front steps.
“Way to kill my buzz Archer.” Jamie scoffed, punching his arm.
“I’m teasing. It is beautiful, you’re right. Sorry I’m a cynical bastard.” Dean slowed to the door of Harry’s apartment on the third and last floor. Jamie leaned against the wall.
“True, you are. But I’m working on that.” He snapped his eyes to Dean’s and kissed his lips.
“Is that right? Ready?” Dean grinned and raised his eyebrows.
“To meet wicked stepmother? As I’ll ever be.” Jamie shrugged.
“Welcome to the ball then Cinders. Hey H!” Dean kissed Jamie lightly on the lips and slammed the door with his fist.
The door clattered open and Harry appeared in a plume of cologne, some kind of kimono and, is that dry ice? Jamie frowned and then smiled. Oh we’re going to get on just fine. Jamie’s smile widened.
“Welcome baby boys! Welcome, welcome. Oh Dean look at this man. Worth the chase after all!” Harry flew through the door, slapping Dean’s chest and grabbing Jamie into a hug. “What a boy! Jamie, come in, meet everyone, you have to try my punch too!” Harry grabbed Jamie’s hand and pulled him in. Jamie looked back and clapped a hand over his mouth miming shock. Dean bent over laughing.
He lingered a moment. Jamie evolved in that moment. A new environment, new people, but he took it in his stride. Taking off with Harry. Maybe this is what he needed, Dean by his side. Encouraging him to be himself. Everyone will love you, because I love you. No pause or pep talk required, he finally just dived right in. He stepped into the party smiling to himself warmly.
“Here he is everyone. Give us a twirl Jamie baby.” Harry held Jamie by the hand. Obviously Jamie twirled. “The boy who’s stolen our DD’s heart.”
The party was small and intimate. Jamie recognised Tom, Greg and Steven from the infamous night at Yard. Everyone was kind and genuinely interested in how their relationship had blossomed. Retelling of their story put aching smiles on their faces.
“I’m sneaking out for cigarette on the balcony. Spotted it over there. Do you mind?” Jamie whispered.
“Of course. Are you ok?” Dean’s eyes cast concern over Jamie.
“I’m perfectly fine. Just need some air. You know me… Teddy.” Jamie kissed his cheek. Everyone gasped.
“God you two or the cutest and hottest couple.” Greg shouted. “I want that.”
Jamie slipped out smiling. Dean put his hands behind his head proudly. “Greg, he’s one of a kind. I hope you find something just as brilliant. He’s the fucking best.” Dean didn’t care Jamie could hear him. He hoped you could. “When you do, it’s incredible. Fucking look at him!”
Jamie breathed in the late October air. The busyness in the distance. The sound of Dean’s voice behind him. It was like he was standing in the most perfect part of his mind. Chaos over there, Dean, happy and safe over here. He sighed and took a drag of his cigarette.
“Hello trouble.” Harry’s boomy voice startled him.
“Hello Harry.” Jamie turned. He knew this was the moment where he needed to possibly make amends. Jamie instinctively jumped into one of his monologues. “Listen, Harry. I want to explain myself. I know you probably didn’t and possibly still don’t think a lot of me right now. But I love Dean. I regret the run around I gave him. I was flawed by him. I needed space to process such a wonderful man. I don’t feel worthy of people like him, although your best friend is helping me understand I am. I needed time to know that I was deserving of a man like Dean Archer. But here we are. In your beautiful home in Shoreditch.” Jamie looked at Harry for approval, his neck tightening.
“Jamie. I’ll square with you. You’re right, I wasn’t impressed. He was like a wounded puppy for weeks. That rugby mad guy in there, is all heart. As his best friend, I just ask you to look after his.” Teddy bear. “He puts himself under immense pressure to be there for everyone, he needs protecting too. We’re ok kid. I trust you.” Harry smiled through a neat jet of smoke.
Jamie lunged toward him and hugged him. “You’re not a wicked stepmother after all. You’re a fairy godmother.” Jamie giggled into Harry’s solid chest.
“Uh excuse me? Is this an in-joke I’m not aware of?” Harry looked down. Jamie felt small compared to Harry’s 6’3 frame.
“Sorry. I called you a wicked stepmother earlier with Dean. He said you’d actually appreciate the label. I don’t mean to offend, sorry my brain is all big words and feelings.”
“I LOVE IT. I’ll wear the label with pride.” Harry brought a soft hand to Jamie’s back.
“You’re a good friend Harry. To both of us. Can I count on you as a friend too?” Jamie asked eagerly.
“Of course you can baby boy. Just take care of him and we will be fine.” His hug tightened.
Jamie shifted his head toward the window. Watching Dean laugh. “God he’s magnificent. If I was asked to describe him in a word. It would be that one.”
“You two are wonderful together. Come sit for a moment. Can I tell you a secret?” Harry was falling under Jamie’s spell. Dean was right, Jamie was thawing him.
They sat.
“I love secrets. They make me feel important, part of the club.” Jamie clasped his hands together to await what ever Harry was about to impart on him.
“Well, you’re in my club so welcome. The afternoon you left for Paris, D called me. He asked if he should tell you he loved you. He was so torn. Not because he didn’t feel it. He didn’t want to scare you. So you know, that magnificent man in there, was willing to hold out on his own happiness for you. THAT. Is how much you mean to him. I told him to tell you. I said if it’s meant to be, you’ll be fine. And here you are!” Harry brought his hands up as if he was delivering a line to an audience in the West End.
“Harry. I’m blown away. By both of you.” Jamie felt a lump form in his throat. “It’s overwhelming for me to have so many people rooting for me. You have no idea how that makes me feel. Thank you dear friend. You’re the best. I won’t let you down. Well, anymore.”
“You’re quite something Jamie. You’re handsome, infectious but I can tell there’s a sadness in you. Never let it take hold of you. Always remind yourself of how many people want you around, who accept you and your wonderfully colourful brain. Come here.” Harry pulled him in for a hug again.
“Stop. You’ll make me cry. Thank you though. I mean it.” Jamie swallowed and changed the subject completely. “First of all. This kimono. Amazing. Secondly, Dean said you work in TV? Tell me, who’s a bitch and who’s a total cunt?” Jamie clasped his hand over his mouth. They both paused and laughed hysterically, everyone in the apartment looked out and went back to their chatter.
“Oh, words like that. You have no idea how I love hearing you use those words. I’ll have to have more punch before I give names. This? Found it in a vintage shop in Camden. I hope it belonged to some failed magician and I get to wear it for him, and he’s sensing how fabulous it makes me feel. But yes I do. Production so all the parts behind the scenes. A LOT of cunts.” Harry laughed again.
“Oh you’ll have to come over soon. I want to know everything. I’ll sign an NDA if you want. I want all the details. Come soon? Please?” Jamie was genuinely excited at the prospect of his new alliance.
“Of course. Name the day and I’ll be there. Should we get back in and entertain our boys?” Harry got up.
Jamie grabbed his hand. “Thank you Harry. Thank you for just getting me and making me feel so welcome.”
Harry’s face faltered. This boy was making a huge impression on him. Then he snapped back into character. “Get up cinders. Time to scrub my floors with your mouse friends.” Jamie got up and they laughed loudly. Harry took Jamie under his arm and they lumbered back to the gathering.
“There you are. Making friends I see?” Dean lit up at Jamie’s return as he nestled into Dean’s lap.
“Harry is a brilliant man. We’re lucky to have him in our lives.” Jamie stroked Dean’s face. “Hey, keeping your promise about loving me hard tonight?” Jamie whispered. “I fucking hope so. I’m having an amazing time but I need to ride you all night. It’s the black shirt, I can’t help it.” Jamie was up and gone. Dean followed Jamie’s eyes with shock and a gormless grin.
Harry grabbed Jamie into the bathroom. “Excuse me, I’m spoken for.” Jamie laughed.
“God no. Listen, I like to get a little energised to keep me going. Want any?” Harry produced a little bag of white powder from his pocket, searching Jamie’s face for either complete and utter objection or…
“Oh wow, yeah.” Harry’s presumptions were safe. Jamie dipped his little finger in the bag and held it to his nose and inhaled sharply. “Wow. That’s good.” He let the sensation trickle through his head.
“Sorry I shouldn’t have just shoved it in front of you. That was a little rude. Dean’s not that interested but I do like a pick me up from time to time.” Harry did the same.
“Me and my friends, we have fun. Nothing stupid. We get ourselves in situations like that without the need for drugs.” Jamie laughed. “Shit. Dean. He’s going to know. Oh Christ he’s going to hate me.” Jamie clasped his hands to his face.
“Oh my god. Shut up will you. He’s fine. Don’t worry.” Harry snapped the bathroom door open and boomed back into the room. Jamie held back. He wanted no secrets from Dean. He sheepishly went back to Dean’s lap.
“Hello trouble. When Harry takes someone in the bathroom it’s for a quickie, which I assume did not happen, or to share in his powdery delights. Did ya boy?” Dean tapped Jamie’s nose. Jamie calmed, as much as the coke would allow.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just taken something without telling you. It’s not fair. I…” Jamie put his head to Dean’s.
“Jamie, stop. It’s your life. If you happen to experiment here and there. That’s cool. I’m not that into it but I won’t dictate to you. One favour I ask?” Dean held Jamie’s chin. Jamie was drowning in Dean’s acceptance. He just smiled and smiled.
“What’s that? You’re amazing.” Jamie stroked his cheek.
“Be careful and look after yourself. If you get into a mess, I want to know about it. I’ll flatten this city to find you and get you home safe.” Dean’s words wrapped round Jamie like an ancient fortress. Strong. Impenetrable.
Jamie pulled Dean’s head to him and whispered. “You need to call a taxi right now. I can promise you, you won’t know your name once I’m done.”
Dean shot up. “Guys we’re heading home. So good to see you all. Need to get him home before he drags me into some ridiculous club. H, I’m looking at you, another night. I promise.” Harry and Jamie looked at each other and laughed.
Greg came to them both. “Wonderful to meet you properly Jamie. Let’s all do something again soon.” He hugged them both. Tom and Steven followed. “See you soon guys!” They said in unison.
“Harry baby. My wicked stepmother. Thank you for a lovely evening. I’ve gained a friend tonight. I’m happy with that. We need to organise that night out too!” Jamie hugged him and Dean grabbed his back.
“Get out trouble. I’m going to regret you two meeting. Great night H. Love you. Bye.” Dean kissed Harry on the cheek.
“Good bye Cinders! I hope your Prince Charming is gentle with you tonight!” He shouted down the stairs.
Jamie shouted back. “I hope he isn’t!” He laughed loudly in his doorway.
“Jamie, shut up.” Dean smiled as he tapped Jamie’s arm.
“It’s true.” He kissed him hard and ran to the pavement.
The taxi ride gave Jamie the chance to instigate the build up of what the rest of their night would be.
“Sorry to suggest we leave. But I couldn’t go a moment longer. I have to get you home big boy.” Jamie clutched at Dean’s thigh.
“Oh yeah? What do you want from me babe? You’re the boss.” Dean grinned as Jamie whispered in his ear.
“That gorgeous face of yours up in my cheeks. Spinning me up to the point I almost cum, then leave me begging. Your tongue and hands know what makes me hot. They’re your weapons against me Dean. I admit defeat every time. I burst into flames when you look up at me with those blue eyes. Grinning as you eat me. Knowing you’re driving me wild.” Jamie bit Dean’s earlobe.
“Fuck babe. What else?” Dean reached round Jamie’s waist and pulled him close. This was the kind of bedtime story he could listen to all night.
“I’ll tell you when you’re done. Then I’ll need you to kiss me. Your kisses flaw me Archer. You’ll rub your stubble on my chin. It’ll hurt but you’re making your mark. Thousands of little daggers, stabbing me. You could rub it anywhere on me and I’d be yours in a second.” Jamie kissed Dean’s neck. It was taking all his will not to act out his words right there in the back of the old Volkswagen saloon.
“Tell me more.” Dean closed his eyes and slipped his hand under the perfectly fitting YSL trousers hugging Jamie’s behind and squeezed hard. Jamie gasped.
“After all that work, you’ll need a reward. Not before I tease you to the point you hate me. I’ll roll your cock in its tight black pouch all over my face. I love your hotness and heaviness, your fatness restrained. You’re so big Dean, I could spend hours playing with you. You’ll get impatient. I’ll be expecting it. Enjoying your squirm. You’ll pull your cock out and push to the back of my throat, you’ll lose your nerve. You know I’ll struggle. You won’t care. You should be proud. You’ll be caught in the moment and I’ll let you wreck my mouth.” Jamie pushed his hand inside Dean’s black shirt.
“Jamie…” Dean couldn’t finish his sentence.
“You’re going to be so hard and ready. I’ll be begging you to get back to work and show me how much I mean to you. You won’t hold back though. I’ll demand you take me deep and hard. We’ll gasp, we’ll shout, you’ll inevitably growl as you always do. Keep growling for me. That’s our passion, why make it quiet. You’ll cum in me. I’ll demand that too. Your way of branding me as yours.” Jamie pushed Dean away and sat back into his seat.
“That sound like a plan?” Jamie smiled at Dean as if he’d just delivered directions to the supermarket. Knowing the turmoil he’d just put Dean’s crotch through.
Dean didn’t answer. His breath was heavy like they’d just acted out what Jamie had described. He nodded weakly and stared at Jamie.
“Here’s great thank you.” Jamie shouted to the taxi driver.
They rushed upstairs as if the apartment was on fire. In a way, it was that night.
When they got in, they followed Jamie’s words to the letter.
