"How was it?" Brandon asked, seeing Nathan come out of the room quietly. Nathan smiled.
"He's sleeping. He's, well, he's," He stammered with a smile.
"I know. You two didn't ...?" Brandon asked. Nathan shook his head.
"Unfortunately not. He was embarrassed because he did become aroused. I couldn't resist kissing him, though and he has a very talented mouth." He smiled.
"Oh, I'm hoping he does anyway. Well, thank you for fitting us into your schedule. I know you're busy. I'll get a check sent off to you first thing in the morning." Brandon walked him to the door.
"No need, Dr. Montgomery. You are very lucky with him." He smiled, giving Brandon a quick kiss before leaving. Brandon couldn't help but to peek in on John. He sighed, watching the man sleep, bundled up with a warm blanket, a look of complete contentment on his face.
A short time later, Veronica heard the door to the room where John had been sleeping open. John was again dressed, yet he looked unbelievably relaxed. He smiled as he sat down at the other end of the couch where she had been reading.
"You all right?" She asked, playfully touching his thigh with her foot. John had his head relaxed against the back of the couch and he pulled both his knees up, wrapping his arms around them. He leaned his head against his knees and smiled sleepily at her.
"It worries me how all right I am at this moment." He admitted. She put her book down and moved closer to him, brushing a hair from his forehead.
"Are you worried that you liked what my husband did, what Nathan did or the massage itself?" She asked softly, surprised with how young he could look at times. His voice started so quietly.
“I think all of it but mostly how much I liked all of it. It didn’t feel weird or strange or wrong.” He paused, thinking for the right word. “It just ‘felt’, and Veronica, I haven’t ‘felt’ for so long now. I was beginning to wonder if I ever could again.” He admitted.
"What you're experiencing is perfectly natural, John. I think," She began, "That most people, in fact, all people are born bisexual. I think that people who are open enough to accept that and to explore that are truly more healthy emotionally than those who think its wrong." She explained.
"You sound like a psychologist." He said, closing his eyes to her touch. It was motherly yet comforting, a feeling he didn't experience often. Veronica smiled.
"I am. I specialize in sexual therapy." She admitted. John's eyes widened and then he nodded.
"So, this whole thing is treatment?" He kidded.
"Uh, no. I don't make it a practice to involve myself in my patient's treatment." She smiled, hugging his body. "How's your back?" She asked.
"Perfect. Not even the hint of any pain." He smiled.
"Great. Brandon went out to get some things for tonight. Are you hungry?" She asked.
"Nope. I'm fine just sitting here with you." He said, kissing her hand.
"You, Dr. Carter, are simply irresistible." She cooed.
Brandon came home and found John and Veronica cuddled on the couch together. Veronica smiled when she saw him.
"He ok?" Brandon asked, watching Veronica get up slowly, not wanting to disturb John.
"He's fine." She said, leaving the room and following Brandon to the kitchen. "He's worried about liking what you did to him too much. Nathan didn't, did he?" She asked.
"No. On his way out, he told me John did become aroused and they did kiss but that's all. I trust Nathan. Remember that I reacted the same way?" He reminded her. She nodded.
"Yes. I explained I was a therapist and what he was feeling was perfectly normal." She said. Brandon was worried.
"You told him you were a psychologist? Man, Veronica. We said we wouldn't tell him. I don't want him to think he's here for some therapy sessions or anything like that. He didn't do well with being forced into therapy in Atlanta and he doesn't see one now. He has this thing with people thinking he needs therapy." He protested, worried she had ruined their entire plan.
"Honey, he's fine. It seemed to relax him. He asked if our inviting him here was therapy and I assured him it wasn't. I don't think anything we've done so far could be misconstrued. A bit of therapy for us but not necessarily for him. Let's just keep things light and I believe he'll be all right. He has relaxed since arriving yesterday." She said. Brandon laughed.
"That's because we keep wearing him out." He smiled.
"Speaking of wearing out, did you find what you went out for?" She asked, looking in his bag. She squealed with delight upon seeing the contents. Before she could pull them out, John appeared in the doorway, rubbing his messy hair.
"You know, if you two keep letting me fall asleep, it'll be time for me to go home before you know it. I'm missing out on some good times here." He leaned against Brandon's back, resting his chin on Brandon's shoulder.
"It's still early. It's just after noon, dear. We still have the entire day. And then there is the night." Veronica teased.
"Just send me back with enough strength to work my shift." He smiled, very contently.
"I think this requires some physical activity." Brandon suggested.
"Physical activity is what got me into this shape." John snickered, taking a seat at the counter. Veronica handed him a cup of coffee.
"Why don't you and I go for a ride on the horses. Do you know anything about horses, John?"
"I do." He smiled. He was actually looking forward to having a chance to do some riding as soon as he'd seen their stable. In boarding school, he'd had his own horse but since then, he never seemed to have the time.
"English or western?" She asked.
"English." He smiled.
"Wonderful. I believe Brandon has some riding cloths you could borrow. I certainly hope you're up for a race." She challenged. He cocked his head and smiled.
John was able to prove his equestrian knowledge as he and Veronica prepared the horses. He was caring and thorough in his attention to the strong animal, showing a comfort level he'd almost forgotten was there.
They saddled up the horses and began their trek out onto the property. Veronica had packed a light lunch and planned on having a picnic by the pond.
John had chosen one of their stronger horses and he was enjoying having the horse prance and jog. They were warming them up so that they would be able to race without hurting the animals and they both had their own way of doing so. John was looking forward to the race, it having been years since he'd won one of the many ribbons that lined his dorm room in school. His heart rate had increased in the anticipation.
"So, what's Brandon doing to keep himself busy?" John asked, running his horse up a steep hill. John looked so handsome on his horse.
"Oh, he's preparing for tonight." She said slyly.
"Sounds like he's going to an awful lot of trouble for tonight." Veronica laughed.
"My husband has a very creative imagination." She said as their horses trotted side by side. John looked around at the beautiful property, squinting in the warm sunlight.
"He's very lucky to have you." He smiled. "He told me so much about you when we were in Atlanta. He told me about how he fell head over heals in love with you the first time he saw you."
"I knew I'd be with him for the rest of my life when I met him." She smiled. "What about you? Why aren't you with the love of your life?" She asked. John shrugged.
"Women," He paused. "They don’t seem to stay around for long. I don't know why but they always leave." He shrugged.
"Have you ever been in love, John?" She asked, watching his body language.
"I thought I was several times. I fall in love pretty easily but they never seem to love me back. Not for long, anyway." He said.
Veronica's heart ached for him. Brandon had told her what he knew about the Carter's and from what she heard, Veronica had already decided she hated John's mother. John was never brought up with a loving and nurturing female role model and he had in turn, spent years searching for that bond in his lovers. It had always made it difficult for John to accept true love, subconsciously pushing them away, not allowing them to see his real emotions. John had always tried to become who ever he felt they wanted; not knowing how to be himself or really believing it was him that they wanted.
This man riding next to her, this was the real John Carter. He was smart, young, energetic, sensual, and deeply compassionate. He was desirable and carefree. Veronica wanted to be the woman who could help him gain his confidence with women but four days was hardly long enough to undue all the damage that had been done. She only hoped it would be the beginning.
"Race you to the pond." He challenged. She returned to the present time and smirked.
"You're on!" She said, smacking her horse on the butt. They both took off at a high speed run, pushing their horses to the limits.
"Yes!" John cried as he made it to the edge of the pond just before Veronica. He jumped off the horse and did a happy dance in victory. Veronica couldn't help but laugh. "Hah, I beat you! Yep, I still got it!"
"Ok, you won." She laughed, also climbing off her horse. John was talking to his horse.
"Good girl. You did a great job. You are such a good girl." He coddled. Veronica took the blanket she'd packed and laid it onto the ground. This was the perfect spot for a picnic.
John was exploring by the edge of the pond, allowing his horse to get a drink. He seemed so content.
"I bet the two of you spend a lot of time down here." He said, tossing pebbles into the water.
"I wish." She said, setting out some fruit. "Although it seems like we live in the lap of luxury, we work long hours, just like you do. We both took a few days vacation but come Friday, we'll all be back at work." She said.
"I wish I could stay here." He said dreamily, joining her on the blanket.
"That, my dear friend is the only drawback of fantasies. The real world is always waiting for you." She handed him a glass of wine.
"Well, not for a few more days." He smiled. "To fantasy." He held up his glass. Veronica tapped hers against his.
"To hunger." She said.
"To trust." They said in unison, both smiling.
They returned several hours later. As they walked up to the house, they were arm in arm, talking quietly. Brandon was on the deck, enjoying the sun.
"You look relaxed." Veronica giggled, seeing Brandon on the lounge, ice tea next to him.
"You both look happy." He smiled looking over the top of his sunglasses. John relaxed back on the other lounger with a sigh and a grin. Veronica kissed both men and went inside.
"I could die right now and I wouldn't mind." John sighed.
"I know what you mean." Brandon smiled.
John pushed off the side of the pool, with all the grace his long body allowed, looking like a professional swimmer. His arms broke out of the water and his strokes were strong and hard. The crest of the water rippling beneath his defined muscles. His skin, although fair from the Chicago weather, looked to have a healthy glow from the exertion. He reached the side, turned his body in the water, and continued back to the other side.
"He's quick." Veronica said, joining Brandon by the side of the pool. Brandon had been watching John swim for nearly an hour, pushing himself to the point of exhaustion.
"That he is. He used to be on the wrestling team during the winters and the swim team during the summers when he was in school." He said, watching John reach the other side and return towards them. John looked so comfortable in the water. "He says it helps with his back."
"Hm." She said, watching him. "We should probably get to dinner soon." She suggested. Brandon nodded. John reached the edge and he finally came up for some air. His face was flush and he was panting.
"Oh, hey, Veronica. Are you coming in?" He asked, splashing some water towards her.
"No." She smiled. "We have dinner reservations at six. You getting hungry?" She asked, John laughed.
"You guys sure are feeding me well." He laughed, getting out of the heated pool and grabbing the towel Brandon held out for him.
"Kerry did say you could stand to gain a few pounds." She said, watching his thin frame.
"Yeah, I thought so." He laughed. "So, where are we going tonight?" He asked, laying by Brandon and putting his head on Brandon's stomach.
"Hey!" Brandon jumped. "Your hair is cold." He laughed. With that, John shook his entire head, getting Brandon all wet. Brandon got John in a headlock but John knew exactly how to throw him off and he ended up straddling Brandon, his face so close to Brandon's, who just looked shocked. Veronica laughed. It had been a long time since she'd seen her husband play like one of the kids. John had been good for him, also. "Jeezus, you are wiry!" He laughed, looking into John's eyes.
John still had him pinned and he couldn't help himself. John leaned down and his mouth met Brandon's. His urgency caught Brandon by surprise as John hungrily seeking entrance to his mouth. Their lips parted and John held a limp Brandon by his arms up above his head. Brandon had completely surrendered, not having John or ever expecting John to take such control.
"Uh, guys?" Veronica interrupted. "Dinner?" John and Brandon looked up, not remembering that she was standing there. John rolled off her husband, smiling.
"Oh, yeah. Food." He snickered, his arm still tangled with Brandon's.
"Reservations." Brandon nodded, turning and rubbing his hands over John's still panting chest.
"Reservations." John smiled, looking over at Brandon and then up at Veronica. "Don't suppose we can eat in?" He suggested. Veronica laughed.
"Not on your life." She stated. "Now, the two of you need to get ready. We're going to Anderson's so put on your suits." She scolded.
"I wore mine last night. I didn't pack another suit." John stated.
"I had yours cleaned this morning while I was out. Race you to the shower." Brandon took off with John right on his heels. Veronica just shook her head.
"I won!" Brandon gasped, having had to fight hard to keep John from taking him. They had wrestled and fought the entire way through the house and up the stairs, pulling and grabbing at each other the whole way. Brandon leaned up against the wall of the shower, reaching inside and turning the water on. John came in and he grabbed him at the waist.
"Oh, no you don't. You play dirty." John complained, pulling Brandon from the shower. They found themselves in an embrace and John noticed Brandon's arousal. Both pulled away from each other, Brandon looking embarrassed. He climbed into the shower.
John stayed out in the bathroom for a few moments, thinking. Had he actually done that to Brandon's body? Brandon was a happily married man, to a beautiful woman but could Brandon be feeling something for him?
In Atlanta, John had felt Brandon's attraction towards him. They had never spoken about it but John would often catch Brandon looking at him. It wasn't always a look of concern or trust. At times, John felt like it was a look of desire. At the time, he'd been so messed up that he chose not to do anything about it. That wasn't what the program was about and it certainly wasn't a time to explore new emotions. Of course, now he was better. What was stopping him now?
John climbed into the shower with Brandon. Brandon was rinsing his hair when he noticed that John had joined him.
"Finally. I thought we'd run out of water before you decided to join me." He joked. He noticed John's stare. John had come in to the shower, expecting to just wash off but he stopped when he saw that Brandon was still erect. Brandon followed his stare. "Give it a few minutes. It'll go down." He said, somewhat embarrassed. John dropped to his knees in front of him.
"It's so beautiful." John gently touched Brandon, making him jerk from the attention.
"John, you don't have to do that." Brandon protested. He was sure John had never given head to another guy and he didn't want John to think he had to. His body screamed to let him, to be John's first but his rational mind told him to pull away.
John placed his hand around the base, stroking it, feeling it's hardness. It was not unlike his own yet it was thicker, more mature. John ran his tongue up the side to the base and back up to the head. He looked as the precum began to coat Brandon's tip.
"John, please. You don't have to." Brandon said. Then John placed his mouth around the head, making Brandon gasp. "Oh, God, John." He cried, leaning back against the wall. The water ran over John's back as John stroked with his hand.
John tried to take more of Brandon into his mouth. He slightly gagged when he took too much but he began to concentrate, relaxing his throat muscles. His mouth slid up and down, tasting, exploring. He went back down on Brandon and he was able to take almost his full length into his mouth this time. His teeth slid gently along the sensitive underside, sending the most exquisite sensations through Brandon's body.
Brandon couldn't help but to thrust forward, causing John to choke. John recovered quickly as he found a rhythm that seemed to make Brandon's body respond the way he wanted. Soon, he could feel Brandon's scrotum retract into his body as he began to spasm into John's mouth. John held onto Brandon as he tried to take it all in. His mouth was filled and he tried but was unable to swallow it all.
John hadn't realized that was what it would taste like, not unlike a woman. It wasn't unpleasant by far and something he could get used to. The feeling, the strength, surprised him and coming from having been on the recipient’s end for many years, he knew just what to do to make Brandon respond favorably. He continued until Brandon's breathing seemed to return to normal and he stood up next to him, rinsing his face and mouth. He spit before he kissed a very satisfied man who remained against the wall.
"You ok?" He smiled, the water making him squint.
"John, was that the first time you'd ever done that?" Brandon managed to ask. John smiled.
"Uh, yeah. Let's just say I paid attention last night."
"You have got to be the fastest learner I have ever met." Brandon exclaimed breathlessly. John laughed.
"I take that as a yes." John smiled, knowing by the look on Brandon's face that he'd done ok.
"Oh, yeah. A very fast learner." Brandon exclaimed.