RIPPED & READY (PART 52)

RIPPED & READY (PART LII) 

I reveled in the silence at the apartment.  For the first time in over a week I felt like I had control over my life and my home. With Collin well on the way to a complete recovery, and D'Andre's ass put completely in check, I promised to devote my full attention to exploring the possibilities of this thing between Joseph and myself.  I knew he was, most likely, somewhere licking his wounds (And that's all he'd better be licking). 

As evening approached, I still hadn't heard from Joseph, and I was beginning to think that, perhaps, the final nail had been put in the coffin.  Did I just think that? (Yuck, after Hank the mortician, anything pertaining to death and caskets should not be a part of my thoughts).  I had to chuckle at that whole scenario -- I mean, that damned parrot was off the hook --who teaches a damn bird to say bitch so that he could constantly be reminded of an ex-wife? 

That shit was just wacky! 

I had had enough of watching television all afternoon -- It started with "The Maury Show" and is getting ready to end with "Oprah".   The ticks coming from the miniature "Big Ben" clock hanging on the wall seemed to be getting slower and louder.  The hum coming from the appliances sounded as if they were increasing as well.  My mind was truly playing tricks on me (I had to laugh out loud, that’s just like that song from the Geto Boys back in the day). 

I decided to hop in the shower and wash away my anguish and stress, Lord knows it had been one of those days.  I had been in the shower for about five minutes, when I felt chilly air race across my naked body.  The shower door had opened; I quickly wiped the soap from my eyes, and turned around to see, a nude Joseph, climbing in. 

He was holding his head down, the water was bouncing off of his caramel skin, and his black wavy locks, were cascading down shielding his face. "Joe-Joe, talk to me, boy, and tell me what the hell is going on with you," I said, with sadness in my voice.  It felt like our relationship was dying. 

No response.

I walked over to him as sprits of water were hitting me on my bare back.  I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pulled him into my nakedness.  I took one of my hands, put my index finger under his chin, and lifted his head, so that I could see his eyes.   I was happy to feel him wrap his arms around my waist, and I used both of mine to pull his hair back around his ears.  I looked at my baby, his slightly slanted eyes, medium sized lips, and not-quite-pointy nose, were the features of his half African/half Latin racial mix. 

I had almost forgotten how handsome my baby was. 

"Joe-Joe, what is it? Are you not attracted to me anymore? Is that it?" I asked, searching his face with my eyes to see if I could pick up on something that could tell me where this man was. 

He removed one of his hands from around my waist, and he put it behind my head, and led me to his damp, ripped and ready chest.  I allowed him to control my body.  I wanted us to get back to how it used to be.  I was just as guilty as him, because I was drooling over Collin and if I denied that fact, I would be nothing more than a common hypocrite. 

"Marco," he called out, and his deep voice rattled my cheeks. 

Without looking up, I began kissing him in between the crease of his pectoral muscle.  I instantly felt his personality rise to the occasion, pressing against mine, starting a battle between our penile swords.  It was so erotic that I had to catch my breath.  He stroked the side of my face with his free hand, and with one quick swift of position, I was facing the porcelain walls inside of the shower. 

He moved towards me with the ease of a gazelle and, standing in back of me, wrapped his arms around me, grabbing me around my stomach, and pulling me into him.  His rigid sex was sliding up and down the soapy-crease of my twin mountains, almost screaming to enter me.  His hands were rubbing my chest, my stomach, the sides of my waist, and I wanted to feel his erectness pierce what is mine, what is surly his. 

"I want you, Marco, please allow me to enter where I need to be, baby" he cooed. 

The water was hitting my face with ferocity, and I was consumed with the vapors of steam billowing about -- nothing else mattered right now -- words were not necessary right now -- the only thing that mattered right then was what we had not done in over a week, and that was enjoy one another sexually, like two lovers in love -- like two men who were not ashamed to make love ....

Without any condemnation…

Without any guilt...

Without any shame…

Without any barriers…

With all the pleasure that two human beings could muster…

With all the rhythms and sounds and motions and....

Our nakedness….

and...

It was about to go down....

Collin who?