Going With The Winds

Chapter 6

Just a word to those of you who have said, “My Island” is spoiling your fun. As I have suggested a couple of times now. “My Island is being rewritten… extensively. I have to do that because, I don’t like to know where my story is going, either. Spoils it for me, too! It will likely be very different. But I am not going to put the big changes out until I am ready to connect the whole thing up. By themselves the My Island chapters are ok as is, so for now, I am leaving them be. But just you wait, I am not letting those chapters trap me while writing these. That I promise you. The only thing I know for sure, is how this undertaking will wind up, some day. I know Jake's ending and who will be with whom, but that's MY SECRET!

BTW, Brandon. Good call, heehee.

Enjoy!

 

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Mike

Something was off. I wasn’t sure what it was, but dammit, Jake couldn’t hide shit from me and the relationship brewing between Keen and Dan was so obvious I was wondering why I had taken so damn long to see what was going on.

I saw Jake and Cass go jogging together and thought well good. Takes two to tango. Maybe Jake will pull Cass into HIS bed and show that slut face Dan what for. But it wasn’t feeling that way.

Look, I am a slut. I know it, I own it. That’s why I was falling for Alex in so huge a way. He’s a slut too, but somehow, he knows how to be there for me, to love me, to make me feel like I am his guy. I’ve not felt that in a long time with anyone, and frankly gave up a long time ago, thinking I deserved it.

But Alex and I fit. He gets me and I get him. And he did NOT belong with Jake and Dan, screwing up their marriage. Sure, he loved Jake and was besties with Dan. Who couldn’t love Jake, for fuck’s sake? Alex was perfect for me. He could be himself and I would keep just enough leash on him to keep him mine, where he belonged.

But despite Alex stroking my cock during the game under the throw we put over ourselves, and the way he was nibbling my ear and whispering sexy comments about the hotter football players and their asses, despite wanting to throw him over and pile drive into his sexy as hell, ass, I was distracted by the rest of this Thanksgiving dinner / party, whatever the fuck it was.

I didn’t think Dan was a bad guy, but like me, he had a hard time resisting the next hot fuck that came his way. And, oh fuck, Keen was hot, a fucking gorgeous stud, and put together. Calm, cool, collected and quietly sexy as hell. If Dan hadn’t gone for him, I’d have been right there jumping his bones, or at least begging Alex to hold me back. Only thing was, Alex was as bad as me. But if you pointed out to Alex what was right verses what was just plain wrong, Alex was quick to correct himself. He was a sweety. Dan would argue with you, try to justify himself and end up in denial.

I was looking at a mess brewing, I knew it, and could think of nothing I could do to stop it.

And Jake was about to leave too, dammit. Bad timing on that. Dan didn’t seem to get that his husband was about to go and that he ought to be reigning it in with anybody else, right now.

I put a hand under the blanket on Alex’s wrist. “Easy baby, I am about to cum.”

“Go ahead, I’ll take it.” Alex dove under the throw his mouth onto my aching cock. I was tempted, but more, alarmed.

“No, baby, I need to check on something.”

Alex managed to lick my cock head and it was almost enough to make me blow, but then he raised his head out of the throw blanket.

“What’s wrong?” He said, looking into my eyes. Aww, fuck I wanted to take him right there, he was so fucking adorable.

“Jake came back and then Cass over an hour ago. The game is almost over, and my team played like shit, and I am done watching this." I tussled Alex's hair. "Babe, I am worried about Jake. I don’t want to barge in on whatever is going on, but whatever it is, you and I are the only ones having a fine Thanksgiving, and that’s a fact.”

Alex frowned a bit, as if considering, but then said, in his matter-of-fact way. “Well, Dan is having an affair with Keen, but their marriage isn’t as open as Dan would like it to be. Whatever Jake says, he is having a problem with not feeling like the husband, but more like the outside guy looking in. Dan told me a long time ago; you don’t disrespect Jake. Jake will tolerate a lot, but not basic disrespect. And that's just what he's been doing. Dan is disrespecting Jake.”

Damn, that was my Alex, looking stuff straight in the balls. I gave his butt a smack. “You got it in one, babe. The weird thing is Keen seems so respectful of Jake, calling him Master and Sir and all, I guess that distracted me.”

“Oh no, Keen is very respectful… of Jake. I don’t think Jake has a problem with Keen. I think Dan is fucking up. He’s my bestie, and I know Dan well. Really well. But he is fucking up. I tried to tell him that a few weeks ago, but he pays me no attention.”

“You’re his bestie. Why doesn’t he pay you attention?” I asked, following that up.

Alex shook his head at me and gave me a kiss. “Because I am his bestie, and I am an even worse cock greedy pig then he is. I lack credibility. Plus, oh I don’t know, could it be that I turned down the three way and opted to stick with you, Mr., king cock of Rehoboth? Alex giggled.

“I don’t know. Jake’s dick is huge.”

“Yours is bigger.” Alex said, knowingly.

I said, gruffly, even as my chest swelled, “It's not a measuring contest.”

“The hell it isn’t,” Alex giggled, so I swatted him again. Such a sassy boy. I loved it.

“So, what are we going to do about Jake?” I said after a moment or two.

Alex sighed. “Leave it alone. Dan is going to have to dig himself out of this one.”

My cock had gone down while we were talking. Under the throw, I pulled up my pants and shoved myself back under cover before tossing the throw off us. “Let's go find Jake.”

I got up, and Alex, who had shucked his tight jeans and was wearing boxer briefs, got up and followed me. We went out through the hall into the kitchen. Keen was there, drying dishes.

“Where’s Dan?” Alex asked him.

Keen turned around to look. Fuck the man was beautiful. “Dan is in the office.”

“Jake?” I said.

“Not sure.” Keen said, softly, looking down, and frowning a bit.

Well, the office was one way, but the master bedroom and guest room were the other. I headed on through the kitchen to the master apartments. Jake wasn’t in the master, but I did see luggage there, clothes half unpacked. What was going on?

“Those aren’t Jakes.” Alex said.

“Hunh?” I looked again. “Wait, but this is the master bedroom, right?”

“Yup.”

I peered into the walk-in closet. Over half of it was filled with Dan’s stuff, the other half… I saw none of Jake’s clothes, at all.

On a hunch, I turned around and led Alex through the bathroom into the guestroom beyond. Fuck that bathroom was gorgeous, a shower for four, a sunken marble whirlpool and tub, and a sauna and steam room along with the usual amenities.

The guest room was empty. The bed, empty closet, drawers opening to show empty space. Fuck! Keen wasn’t just in the master suite with Dan, but…

Ok, I’d had enough snooping around. I charged out the other door, through the living room with the huge tv still going, out to the entrance hall, turned right and going past the office where the door was closed, went to the garage.

My hummer was still there, and so was Jake’s. What the fuck?

“Jake must still be here.” I said.

“Where is Jake’s pickup?” Alex said.

“Oh yeah, the Dodge Ram.” How could I forget the pickup truck Jake often used to cart around stuff for the beach patrol?

“You don’t think he is gone, do you?” Alex said, softly. “He wasn’t supposed to leave for another couple of days.”

I stood there, thinking about things. Alex just waited.

Finally, I said, “I was going to go barging into the office and have it out with Dan, but that wouldn’t do any good.  Dan and I don't exactly see eye to eye." I added, knowing that was all to true. "But, Alex, you’re his bestie. I think maybe you might try to figure out what’s going on, baby. I’ll go keep Keen occupied.”

Alex sighed explosively but then nodded. “Maybe I better. Ok.” Alex moved in against me, went up on tip toes and kissed me. “Let’s go be moms.”

I smacked his ass and shook my head. “This is serious, baby.”

Alex slumped. “I know. I hate serious, but I know.”

 

ALEX

I knocked on the office door, reluctantly and heard Dan say, “What is it?” That was not an invitation to come in. Nope. But Dan was too polite to tell someone to fuck off. I decided to take advantage of that politeness. I turned the handle and went in.

Dan was seated behind his desk, looking at the ceiling. He glanced at me, and I ignored the glance, stepping in to sit on the loveseat couch that had it’s back to the window outside. It was getting late and it was dusk outside. I didn’t say a word, I just sat and waited, letting him be the first to speak.

Eventually he did. “I fucked up.”

I still didn’t say anything. It was always best to let Dan figure out what he wanted to say.

“I fucked up,” he said again.

I just looked down at the walnut slab of a coffee table. I was there for him. That’s what a bestie, does, right? You listen.

“Jake is gone, Alex. He broke up with me.” Dan said softly, and I heard a sob cut off the end of the sentence.

I debated speaking, but out voted it. Instead, I patted the cushion beside me.

Dan’s beautiful eyes were shadowed, but I saw his head move to acknowledge the cushion pat. After a moment, he got up, came over sat on the couch and leaned over onto my lap, across me, his head resting on the arm of the couch.

I was thinking. Married couples don’t just break up, they divorce, I thought to myself. But what I said was, “He had to leave, anyway, right? He’ll be back.” I said, putting it out there for him to smack down or take as a support.

Dan shook his head. “Nope. Not this time. He’s divorcing me.”

I let the silence have its way and just stroked Dan’s hair and his chest, slowly. Well, there it was. Poor bestie, it was not as if one couldn’t see this coming.

Sometimes I wanted to smack Dan. This was one of those times. The urge didn’t last long. Perhaps it would have been better if it had. Nothing I could have said would make the situation better, so I said nothing.

“I know, I know, I brought this on myself.” Dan said after a long pause. “Dammit! We were doing so well. I thought we had reached an understanding, that we could have lovers, be open, but I guess I misread Jake.”

Ok, now I really wanted to smack Dan. “Would you like to hear what I think?”

There was a wary pause. But then, Dan said. “Ok.”

“I think Jake realized you and Keen have a business partnership, a friendship, a sexual romantic partnership, lots of time spent together as companions, and he found himself looking in from the outside, and whether he was open or not, I think maybe he tripped over himself as much as you on this one. Jake likes to watch. He’s admitted that to you and me. When we were going to have a three-way relationship, remember how he made a point of that? Jake is a first-class voyeur, and maybe he likes the thrill of being cucked, even. I don't know. But I don’t think he liked watching the man he was supposed to be married to be more a partner to someone else then to him. I think it embarrassed him and hurt him in the end.”

I felt Dan stiffen and thought he might snap at me. But instead, after a long silence, he relaxed and let out a long sigh.

“That’s why you’re my bestie. You always tell me the truth.” He said finally.

“Cause I love you.” I said, and then after a moment, followed it up with, “So, what are you going to do?”

“Damned if I know.”

“Then you want to hear some more truth?”

“Not really but go ahead.” He said dryly, coupled with a heavy dose of resignation.

“If you don’t know then you better let Jake go. He doesn’t deserve waffling or someone who isn’t sure. He deserves to get on with his life. And you, you need to decide if Keen can do it for you, and let Jake go. Tell me, do you want to drop Keen and tell him, however nicely, and ever so lovingly, to go fly a kite?”

“No! I couldn’t do that to Keen. I love him.” Dan said with a firm quickness that edged on panic.

“Well, you sure sound sure about that.” I opined and pinched Dan’s nose.

“Ow!”

“Just trying to bring some clarity to your situation, babe.” I tossed off with an airy wave over his handsome face.

Dan almost smiled but then captured my hand and pretended to bite it. For a moment we tussled with just our hands, flailing away like two little kids, until that too, came to an end.

“Thanks, bestie, but why don’t I feel better?”

“You're not supposed to feel better,” I almost snapped. “You’re going to grieve over losing Jake for a long time. But don’t compound your mistake with another.”

Dan just looked up at me, frowning. “What?”

“You have a good man in that kitchen, probably wondering what’s to become of you two. You need to make sure he knows he is now, number one and that your love for him is steady and sure. Don’t make him miserable with your grief over Jake.”

“Somehow, I don’t feel like forcing sex on Keen when I am feeling this way. He’ll know I am faking.”

Ok, at this moment I wanted to shake Dan, but I refrained.

“Did I say anything about sex?”

He stared at me. “Well… you usually…”

“Don’t finish that sentence!” I snapped and he had the insufferable gall to smirk at me.

“Just go be yourself. He has to understand your upset. But show him some love, somehow, Dan.”

Dan sighed; his eye lids hooded. “I don’t know, Alex. It’s hard to love someone when you don’t love yourself. And right at this moment…”

“Oh, stop it! You’re successful, intelligent, devilishly handsome, massively sexy, and can have any man you want. You’re only problem is you want more than one at a time. And I don’t mean just for sex. I mean you want more than one partner, husband, the whole works at a time. And it doesn’t work that way. Someone is going to be left out.”

Dan looked at me and I looked at Dan as realization hit me.

“Fuck!”

“What?”

“I’m sorry Dan.” I said and felt tears well up. “I haven’t helped one bit, have I?”

“Baby, you’ve been great, listening to me, trying to help me,” Dan said reaching up to stroke my hair.

“No, this whole thing, Dan. From start to finish I have screwed up you and Jake. It’s all my fault.” I started crying, dammit. I am such a baby, and I felt myself giving over to my tears. I wanted to start bawling my eyes out.

At that moment, the door opened, and the bass voice of Mike cut short my aborted wail. “Cut that shit! There has been enough fucking up for one Thanksgiving. Come on, Alex. Time for bed.” Mike extended a hand to me and then added, added gruffly. “You, go see to your new man, and cut the shit, Danny boy. He’s in the kitchen moping around looking for something to clean.”

Dan looking a little shell shocked, grunted, got off me and Mike took my hand and hauled me out of there. I’d stopped crying, of course, too shocked by Mike’s brusque entrance, and as he pulled me unceremoniously back down the all the way through the parlor, I felt my cock swelling up. I couldn’t help it.

While I hated being sad, guilty, and self-loathed with a passion, I loved, loved, loved being Dom’d. And besides, I was already imagining Mike fucking the “cry” right out of me!

"Get in the bathroom and get yourself ready Grab some lube and meet me in bed baby. Your about to get yourself royally fucked." Mike growled, his voice coming from somewhere under his massive balls.

Ohhhh yes, yes, yes, yes! I thought to myself. Sorry bestie, but your on your own. I am getting FUCKED!