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Be A Man	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jarrod smiled politely, wondering again why he’d let Judge Harkins talk him into escorting his niece to the theatre. Actually, he did know why; he wanted the judge to think on him with complete favour in the upcoming battle in Washington. He wouldn’t have minded so much if they had anything to talk about, even if she wasn’t his type, but there seemed to be not much more than air between her ears and her eyes were all sparkle without any substance.
“Oh, Mr. Barkley, that was so awful!” she exclaimed as they went to offer their congratulations on a superb performance to the cast. The theatre owner was a friend of Jarrod’s and had given him the front row tickets as well as the invitation to the reception held after the final performance. “Everyone died! And talking to that skull…” She shivered dramatically.
“Maybe next time you should take in a comedy, like ‘The Taming of the Shrew’, rather than a tragedy like ‘Hamlet’,” Jarrod suggested and inwardly groaned at the expression on his companion’s face.
“Really, Jarrod?” she gushed, using his given name this time. “I’d love to attend something with you again.”
Jarrod made a mental note to tell his assistant to let Evie Harkins know he was otherwise occupied if she tried to call.
“Jarrod!”
The lawyer turned to see the theatre owner coming over to them with a tall, sandy haired man in tow. Jarrod’s breath caught a bit as he took in the well-toned physique and recognized him as the principal actor who’d played Hamlet. He also remembered how the man had looked in Hamlet’s tights.
“Miss Harkins, may I introduce William Ralston, owner of the California Theatre? Will, this is Evie Harkins, Percy Harkins’ niece.
“Pleased to meet you,” Will said, taking Evie’s hand in a genteel handshake. “And may I introduce Mr. Liam Swift, the star of our performance tonight? Mr. Swift, this is an old friend of mine, Jarrod Barkley.”
A shiver went up Jarrod’s spine at the appraising look the actor gave him. There was a gleam in those gold-flecked eyes that made the lawyer’s heartbeat quicken.
“Mr. Barkley,” Liam said and his handshake was warm and firm. “Miss Harkins.” Evie giggled when he kissed her hand and she snatched it away in a show of modesty. Liam turned back to Jarrod. “I believe we have a mutual acquaintance, Mr. Barkley. A gentleman by the name of Jack Darby?”
If the tall, handsome actor didn’t have Jarrod’s attention before, he certainly had it then. “I haven’t seen Jack for a long time,” Jarrod said as he tried not to betray his emotions. “Do you know how he is?”
“Oh, once a gambler, always a gambler,” Liam said dismissively. “But from our conversations, I believe you and I have a number of similar interests. If you’d like, we could get together over a late drink and discuss them. I’m staying at the Cosmopolitan.”
Another member of the company signalled to Liam and the smouldering look he shot Jarrod as he moved away made the lawyer weak in the knees. If the actor meant what Jarrod hoped he meant…
Jarrod tried to keep his mind on the conversation as Will introduced them to the rest of the company. Luckily, his companion wasn’t overly observant and Jarrod managed to make polite conversation and gave Evie a quick kiss on the hand when he escorted her home.
The Cosmopolitan Hotel wasn’t far and Jarrod took the walk slowly to try and sort out his feelings. He was a bit surprised that Jack even remembered him after their one encounter and thought enough of him to mention him to another. Jarrod hadn’t truly had a lover since that first time with Jack. His encounters with Josh and his experiences at that non-descript house on the edge of the city could be described as sex, but not more than that. He certainly had never had anything even resembling a close relationship other than the one with his mother and siblings. Even he and Heath’s understanding of one another was on the level of brothers now.
Jarrod really didn’t think there would be anything lasting of any liaison he might have with Liam Swift, assuming that the actor was proposing what Jarrod thought. A little physical release maybe, but there wasn’t much else that two men could conceivably have together. Jarrod sighed sadly. Certainly not on the same level as marriage and a family, but he still longed for some sort of closeness.
He reached the hotel and the doorman opened the door for him. Jarrod paused inside and then made his way through the lobby to the bar. He caught sight of a familiar form having a solitary drink at the back.
Jarrod hesitated, suddenly unsure. Just as he was about to turn and walk out, Liam spotted him and with a casual gesture, invited him over.
“Jarrod,” Liam greeted, standing as Jarrod walked up to the table. “Should I order you a drink or shall I procure a bottle for us to take upstairs? Your choice.”
Jarrod’s heart started to pound at the undisguised ardour he saw in the actor’s eyes and he could feel the start of arousal. “Well, if you don’t mind,” Jarrod said, trying to sound more nonchalant than he felt, “why don’t I grab a bottle of whatever you’d like?”
Liam’s eyes roved over his body and Jarrod hoped he liked what he saw. When the other man’s gaze rested on his groin, Jarrod stopped himself from trying to hide his growing erection. “A full-bodied red wine would be my choice, the fuller the better,” he said in a sultry tone. “My room’s 318, I’ll meet you there.”
Jarrod nodded and tore his eyes away from Liam’s retreating form. He took a deep breath to regain his composure and hoped the bulge in his pants wasn’t too noticeable.
“What sort of selection do you have for red wine?” he asked the bartender. The man started telling him and Jarrod stopped him in mid-recitation. “The ‘68 Barkley cabernet,” he ordered and the man went to retrieve it. With the uncorked bottle of wine and two glasses in hand, Jarrod made his way to room 318. He stood outside the door for a moment, took a deep breath and knocked.
Liam answered the door and Jarrod was glad of the air he’d just taken in, since he wasn’t sure how long it would be before he could breathe again. Liam had removed his shirt to expose his bronzed, well-muscled torso. A scattering of gold hairs were strewn across his chest and Jarrod couldn’t help his gaze from travelling down the rippling abs to his navel and from there to the trail of slightly darker hair that led further down.
“Come on in.” The other man’s deep tone broke Jarrod’s concentration and the lawyer stepped inside, trying to hide his embarrassment at being caught staring.
Liam took the bottle and glasses as Jarrod closed and locked the door. He removed the cork and sniffed appreciatively before he filled both glasses. “I’ve heard the Barkley vintage is something to be savoured,” he said as he handed Jarrod a glass and Jarrod could tell he was talking about more than just wine. His hand brushed Jarrod’s deliberately and then he raised his own glass in a toast. “To like-minded men of discerning taste,” he pronounced before drinking and Jarrod followed suit.
“To like-minded men.”
Then the glass was plucked out of his fingers and strong arms pulled him close. Liam’s full lips came down on his, filled with fire and passion and Jarrod responded. He’d never been kissed like that before and he wrapped his own arms around Liam and let his tongue slip into the other man’s mouth, groaning as Liam’s hands reached down and squeezed his ass. Lips nipped and kissed at his neck as Liam slipped his hands around and skilfully unbuttoned Jarrod’s pants. Jarrod ran his hands over the smooth skin of the actor’s back and stumbled slightly when Liam pushed him towards the bed, pulling his pants down at the same time. Deft fingers tugged off his tie and unfastened his shirt to push off the shirt and jacket as Liam’s lips continued their exploration of Jarrod’s chest and stomach and worked their way down to his groin.
Jarrod inhaled sharply as his member was engulfed in Liam’s hot, moist mouth. He’d sucked off more men than he cared to count, but he’d never had the same done to him before. Liam’s lips exerted an exquisite pressure and his tongue traced the rim of the sensitive crown. Jarrod had never felt anything like it. He tried to keep his hips from thrusting, but when Liam opened his throat and took him in all the way, Jarrod gave up any hope of control and his seed exploded down Liam’s throat. He felt the other man swallow around his cock and continue to caress Jarrod with his tongue as the lawyer rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Liam kissed his way back up Jarrod’s chest as he pushed him to lie back on the bed. Jarrod could taste his cum on the other man’s lips as Liam kissed him again hard.
“Scoot back,” Liam whispered in Jarrod’s ear. Jarrod did as he was asked and Liam pulled the lawyer’s boots and pants off the rest of the way. He pulled off his own pants and leaned over top of Jarrod to grab a small bottle from the night table, poured a generous amount of oil into his hand and liberally coated his own manhood. Using the oil left on his fingers, he inserted two into Jarrod’s ass and began to pump slowly. “Why don’t you move onto your stomach?” he requested in a husky voice and Jarrod complied. Liam’s fingers continued to stroke him inside as Jarrod felt him lick, kiss and nibble his way across his buttocks and up his back. Liam’s weight settled on top of him and the fingers left to be replaced with the hard length of the other man’s cock.
“Damn, you feel good,” Liam groaned as he pushed his member in to the hilt. His hands slid across Jarrod’s shoulders and down his arms to grasp his hands in an intimate embrace. He nuzzled Jarrod’s neck as his cock started to hit Jarrod’s prostate with each stroke and Jarrod moaned at the flashes of ecstasy that shot through his body. It wasn’t anything more than lust, but Liam’s caresses as he moved inside gave the lawyer an understanding of why sex was sometimes referred to as making love.
Liam’s thrusting grew harder and faster. He grunted with the force of his exertions and Jarrod felt the burn begin again as his member was rubbed against the bed and gasped in pleasure as semen spewed onto the blanket and smeared across his belly. A few more short, sharp jabs and Liam stiffened and cried out, “Oh, god!” He pushed hard into Jarrod’s ass and gripped his hands tightly, breathing hard into Jarrod’s ear until his body started to relax.
Liam slid out and rolled off, pulling Jarrod close to spoon against him. He continued to hold Jarrod in a warm embrace. “I do hope you can stay for breakfast,” he murmured.
Jarrod nestled closer. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.” He felt complete and no matter what anyone else might say, it felt right to be in another man’s arms.
“Mmmm.” Liam kissed the top of his shoulder gently. “The company doesn’t have to leave for our next engagement for three days. Maybe we could spend them together?”
“I don’t have anything else pressing,” Jarrod replied, wrapping his own arm around the one enfolding him. He twisted to look into warm golden eyes. “I’d enjoy spending as much time with you as you have.” Three days wasn’t very long, but Jarrod found himself determined to make the most of it.
“Then it’s a good thing this hotel has room service,” Liam murmured as he bent his head to kiss Jarrod deeply. Jarrod felt Liam’s organ grow and the stirrings of his own arousal started once again.
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