One
“Mr. Canseco, I’ve emailed you the papers for tomorrow,” April smiled at me as I walked into the office, finding my desk in the corner of the huge room.
“Yes,” I spoke as I put my ringing phone to my ear, putting my laptop on the desk.
“Zael, I’ve been trying to call you,” she shrieked down the phone and I leant on my fist, watching my laptop load up.
“Mama, I was in court,” I replied, the room starting to get busy now. Court had ended about an hour ago, for pretty much most hearings and the room was starting to fill with barristers, getting ready for tomorrow.
“Make yourself free tomorrow, you’re taking your cousin’s friend to dinner,” mum told me, and my phone vibrated against my ear. I smirked as I opened the message, before putting it back to my ear again.
James: ‘Drinks tonight?’
“Where am I taking her?” I chuckled, opening my emails.
“Somewhere fancy, she’s beautiful, I will send you a picture, wife material,” mum giggled, and I rolled my eyes, checking my watch.
“You say that about everyone,” I reminded her, opening the email from April. I was due to start a five-day trial on Monday, and I needed to read up, but I could do that once I came back from James’s.
“Zael, she’s gorgeous, very smart, ready to settle down.” I could hear her excitement from here.
“Okay mama-”
“Her family are from Cuba, close to us and your auntie knows her mother well and-”
“I will take her somewhere nice, I promise,” I laughed, her finally shutting the fuck up.
“Thank you, Zael, pick her up from the house.” She directed and I closed my laptop, knowing I couldn’t do any work here, I could hardly hear my mum.
“Will do, see you tomorrow.”
“Bye bebé, love you.” I pressed the red button, waving to April as I went out into the busy London streets, my phone back to my ear before I went down to the tube station.
“Zael,” James laughed as he answered.
“I’m getting on the northern line, I will be with you in about ten minutes,” I told him.
“You don’t want drinks?” His voice was cheeky.
“No, I have shit to do.” I hung up, going down to the tube and I squeezed in, my head back as I traveled the few stops to James’s house. Pretty much every weekend my mum set me up, it was starting to feel normal now. My younger brother Juan was married with kids, and I was the one left out. My parents were from Honduras and my mum especially, was super old school. The fact that I was in my early thirties, with no girlfriend in sight, made her freak and in turn, I had to take very nice women out every weekend. None ever ended up as anything because although they were pretty, some even beautiful, either I didn’t like them that much or they didn’t like me. I was handsome, I did well outside of my mum playing matchmaker. My face was very Latin, jet black slightly curly hair, eyes that were even darker and my body was strong, if I wasn’t in court, I was in the gym and one of my arms were covered in ink but my all black suit and shirt hid it well, although currently it was doing me no favours in the hot underground and I pulled at my shirt collar as I got off, making the short walk to James’s. He opened the door for me, and I followed him into the dark living room, taking off my suit jacket. James was nearly as tall as me, his dark brown hair was cut short and his blue eyes were piercing, always catching my attention.
“Are you in a rush?” He asked, undoing my belt.
“Always,” I chuckled, undoing my shirt and pulling it off me. “Do what you do best,” I told him firmly and he pulled down my trousers before I pulled my dick out, my hand squeezing the base. He was already shirtless, just wearing a pair of shorts and I looked down at him as he sat on the black sofa, my head going back as he replaced my hand with his, slowly pushing his mouth over me. “Hmm fuck,” I mumbled, my dick hitting the back of his throat and I placed my hand on the back of his head, pushing him further forward. My shoulders became less tense, my body relaxing as he choked on me, sucking upwards, my head moving forward and his eyes on me. James released my dick with a pop, and I pulled him up by his arm, our faces inches apart.
“Can we at least have drinks tomorrow?” He said cheekily, his hand on my chest.
“I can’t, I’m out,” I said simply, keeping it as vague as possible. He smelt musky, his eyes sad as I pushed his head towards me, our lips meeting and his hand on my dick, letting me push my tongue into his mouth. He moaned as my tongue got quicker, stroking against his and I moved my head back, pulling at his shorts.
“Don’t tell me, a date?” He raised one eyebrow, and I laughed, pushing him onto the sofa.
“Just dinner,” I shrugged. James could pretend he wanted to spend actual time with me, but he didn’t, the bottle of lube and condoms under his table, ready to go. He handed it to me, and I rolled a condom over me before pouring the lube over my dick, stroking hard and fast, his mouth practically watering as I towered over him.
“Anywhere nice?” He asked, but he didn’t care.
“Not sure, probably the sushi place in Oxford street,” I threw out, the idea coming to me just then.
“You’re a piece of shit Zael,” he said aggressively and again, he didn’t think that either.
“Yet here I am, and you’re about to take my dick,” I spat out, pushing him by his shoulder and he laid on the sofa, one leg up on the back, the other foot on the floor. Kneeling on the sofa in front of him, I pulled him closer to me by his thigh, pouring the lube onto my fingers, pushing them into him.
“Shit,” he growled, closing his eyes.
“What am I?” I asked, moving forward and slowly pushing my dick inside him, watching him take deep breaths.
“A piece of shit,” he growled back to me, and I chuckled, slamming my dick further, running my hand up his chest until I got to his face, grabbing it roughly.
“And what does that make you?” I asked, pulling my dick halfway out, before filling him again, quicker this time.
“Your bitch,” he laughed, his hand on his dick, stroking it quickly.
“Good answer, now shut the fuck up,” I barked at him, my hand gripping his shoulder as I got quicker, rougher with my strokes, closing my eyes as his body grabbed me, so tight it was making me want to burst and I slammed my hips forward, opening my eyes to watch him, his dick throbbing and his mouth wide open.
“Zael, fucking hell,” James moaned, and I fucked him hard, grabbing one of his ankles to angle myself better, James’s head coming up.
“You are so sexy,” he breathed out and I pushed some of my hair back, watching my dick coming in and out of him.
“Thanks,” I smiled cheekily, and he groaned, part annoyance, part pleasure. I slapped his hand away from his dick, taking over and stroking him at the same pace as I fucked him, his dick throbbing in my hand. “So are you,” I told him honestly and he looked at me, his eyes low. “Now cum for me,” I said quickly, it starting to creep up on me.
“Fuck me harder,” he said, his voice breathless and I ran my thumb over the tip of him, ramming my dick further inside, James screaming out.
“Zael! Fuck!” He shouted, his dick pulsing as he came, my hand moving to behind his knee, my strokes getting quicker, my jaw tight as it started to hit me. As I came, I pushed my dick as far as it would go, my hand flat on the sofa, next to his face. “Are you going to fuck a woman tomorrow?” He asked, with an attitude and I pulled out, getting off the sofa and going into his downstairs toilet. After I had washed up, I came back into the living room, putting my trousers back on. “I asked you a question,” he spat out at me, and I groaned, finding my shirt.
“It’s a stupid one,” I pointed out, doing my shirt buttons up. I should have known better, I knew James and he did this every single time, but I still came to him, every single time so clearly I was the stupid one.
“Why can’t you just fucking answer?” He growled at me, and I put my jacket on.
“If she’s beautiful then yeah,” I shrugged.
“And I’m sure your deep-rooted homophobia will thank you,” he smirked and now I was annoyed.
“Here we fucking go,” I rolled my eyes, going into his hallway.
“Zael, I don’t know why-”
“Because I’m not fucking gay and I don’t secretly hate myself,” I complained, doing the button up on my jacket. I checked my watch, plenty of time to get home, read my brief for the trial and zone out, away from annoying people.
“You just fucked me in the arse, and you’re not gay?” He scoffed, crossing his arms.
“James, I’m not doing this.” I opened his door, him failing at trying to close it.
“Zael!” He shouted and I walked down the few steps from his place to the pavement, turning to him as I did.
“I’m not you James, stop trying to force it,” I winked, rolling my shoulders back.
“I don’t believe you,” he came back, leaning against the front door.
“Then don’t, I don’t give a shit, see you later.” I threw my hand up, walking back to the station.
