Chris & Mishka - Part II

When he got to the bar in his damp bathing suit, he didn’t need a mirror to see how coppery his skin was becoming from the sun. He saw a miniature reflection of himself in every pair of sunglasses within 30 feet of him. He was no stranger to the admiring gazes of strangers, practically naked, or in jeans and a sweater. An attractive blond guy next to him leaned over and asked, “What are you drinking, sweetie?,” definitely trying to pick him up. Chris was flattered, but not interested. “No thank you! I got it!,” he replied, forcing a smile.

“No, I got it!,” a deep accented voice insisted. As Chris began to turn around, Mishka slipped in beside him and threw his elbows onto the bar. Chris’ jaw dropped. He felt like his heart was pounding ten feet out of his chest, like a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Mishka winked at him. “Do you see all of the people looking at you?…It made you easy to find.”

“Mikhail...KREPKA?,” Chris’ blond suitor stammered, not believing his eyes. Mishka smiled and said hello to him. He looked like a Greek god with that tan, in his faded blue jeans and gray tank top. “Does EVERYONE know you?,” Chris teased him, giving his arm a playful pinch. Mishka grinned directly at him, as if the blond did not exist. “No. Only if I would like them to.,” he whispered, letting his eyes wander over the well-muscled contours of Chris’ torso and ass. “I do not have sex with men.,” he said, nudging him with his hip. “Yeah! UH-HUH!,” Chris replied with a giggle. He nudged him back. “Here.,” Mishka said, handing him his drink and smiling. He’d gotten himself one too, and raised his glass towards Chris’. “I’ll toast you!...Zhelayu vsego khoroshego!...” Chris squinted at him. “And what’s THAT?...I have a great ass?,” he joked. Mishka laughed boyishly. “No! I told you that I wish you all the best!”

Chris snatched him and pulled him closer. “You wish me all the best, huh?...Tell me how to say ‘thank you’ in Russian again...,” he whispered, losing himself in those cinnamon eyes. Mishka began caressing his cheek with the back of his hand. “Tseluyu.,” he said quietly. “That’s not it...What did you just say?,” Chris queried, inching his face even closer to Mishka’s. “I said I want to kiss you...May I?” Chris nodded, and engaged him in a tender tongue kiss. Guys all around them moaned their approval and whispered dirty requests their way.

Finally, Mishka withdrew his tongue from Chris’ mouth and giggled. “I feel like I am still making a movie! Would you like to go somewhere else for a while?...” Chris studied his exquisite face. He wanted him so badly right now, but hoped for more than just an hour long fuck.

“Yeah! How about ‘Grillfish’?...,” he asked, running his fingers over Mishka’s smooth bicep. Mishka’s dark eyes widened. “’GRILLFISH’? That’s a fancy place to eat!” He seemed taken aback and also confused that Chris wanted to take him there. “Yeah, I know! So will you go to dinner with me, Mikhail?,” he questioned him, his intense gaze conveying his sincerity.

Mishka was speechless at first, then gave him an awkward grin. “Okay!...If you WANT to...Can I dress like this?” Chris nodded and replied, “You look great! Why don’t you have another drink, and I’ll go to my room and shower. I can be back down here in about fifteen minutes. Is that okay?” Mishka nodded, still soaking it all in. “Yes, fine with me!” He put his glass on the bar, then wrapped his arms around Chris and hugged him. It felt a little mechanical, which made Chris’ heart begin to sink.

He decided to stop off and check on Tripp after he took a shower. The ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign he put on the doorknob was gone, so he knocked. “Just a minute!,” Tripp yelled from somewhere inside. He seemed surprised when he opened the door and saw Chris there. “YOU look nice!,” he commented, a little suspicion in his voice. He looked pretty hot himself. He smelled freshly showered, and was wearing a sleeveless Abercrombie shirt and frayed, army print shorts.

“Thanks. So how are you feeling, buddy?,” Chris asked, hoping the topic of where he was going would not come up. “Ummmm…Less like shit, but nothing a little Cuervo won’t fix!…We’re going to ‘The Crazy Iguana’ for happy hour…,” he laughed at his own expense. “Time to do it all over again – minus YOU I guess!…So where might Prince Charming be headed this evening?,” he asked, meaning that to be every bit as sarcastic as it sounded.

“Tyler, if I was with you tonight, would you keep it at a few beers?,” Chris asked, pushing him back through the door, so he could come into the room. “Yes. I’d do ANYTHING for you! You know that! I love the way you take care of me…,” Tripp admitted, pulling Chris into his arms. Chris sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t you get sick on me tonight…Will you be careful…for ME?…,” he whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. Tyler looked at him but didn’t answer. Chris got annoyed by that and pulled away from him. He had this way of controlling him that wasn’t the least bit fair! If he felt Chris wronged him in some way, he would get back at him by hurting himself in some way.

He slammed the door of Tyler’s room behind him and started towards the elevator. He didn’t turn around, but he heard him wrench the door open and holler, “I KNEW nothing would keep you from the Russian cock tonight!...Fuck you, Chris!” As the elevator doors closed with him inside, he felt lower than a speck of dirt. He threw away almost four years of the greatest love he ever felt, for what?...To keep lying to himself?...For a vacation fuck that would be fun at the time, then leave him feeling empty?...He was so fucking confused…

Nobody made him laugh like Tyler...Thoughts began to flood him...One time, he was wearing a cowboy hat, and happened to find Mary Beth’s dildo laying next to Chris’ bed. The clown that he was, Tripp pointed it at him like a shotgun and said, “What do you want on yer tombstone?,” Of course Chris had to put his own spin on the commercial and say, “Pepperoni, unsliced!” 

Tripp buried almost all ten inches of that thing in his ass, and he came like a motherfucker! “Our little secret?,” he whispered afterwards, as they quietly cracked up. “Uh-huh...Now turn over, cowboy!,” Chris growled, excited to return the favor. Tripp obeyed. “I LOVE you!,” he said, with his whole heart behind it. 

Chris fought off more painful memories on cue from the video projector in his mind, and pulled out his cell phone to call Drew. Drew answered, “’Sup, dick boy?.” Chris could see Mishka over at the pool bar, finishing a Stoli Orange on the rocks, but he didn’t see him yet. 

He stopped in his tracks and laughed at Drew’s wit. “Listen up, freak! Keep an eye on Tripp for me tonight, okay? Don’t let him get sick! I MEAN it!” he said, his tone becoming serious. Drew got serious too. “I bet you have no idea that he came down here to try to work things out with you, DO you?...” Chris felt a lump in his throat. “H-how do you know that?,” he mumbled. “He told me last night...He LOVES you, Blue!...Don’t fucking throw it away on a one-night-stand!...Once the summer’s over, its the real world!...We’re playing professional hockey, and none of us are gonna see each other the way we do now!...” Chris sighed. He hadn’t thought about it like that, but it was true. He was used to college, where Tripp was always a dorm building away. “Look, buddy, I’m speaking for ALL of us now...,” Drew went on. “…Don’t blow Tripp off!...You’re gonna miss him, and its gonna be too late!...You have no idea how LUCKY you are!...” 

Chris’ conflicting emotions began to make him angry. Why did Drew care so much? He never would have expected his college buddies to feel this way about a guy-guy love affair, even though they were cool about it! Almost all of their frat experimented, but none of them took it as far as him and Tyler. He found himself making an off color remark, from being so pissed at himself for hurting Tyler. “Why, Wardley?…You guys wanna watch us FUCK one more time before the summer’s over?…” It was too late to take that back after he said it. Drew was probably crimson on the other end of the phone. 

Him, Justin and Keith came back to one of their dorm rooms, drunk, on many occasions. Chris and Tyler would be horny, and their love for each other, made them openly kiss and touch. Hot as hell watching that, the other boys would urge them to ‘get it on’, and jerk themselves off. Sometimes, they’d even participate a little bit…It was something they never spoke about afterwards, but always remembered.

Drew was silent for a moment, then said, “Blue, don’t you get it?...What you guys taught us all through Harvard, is love is love!...FUCK that you’re guys!…Dude, we never saw two people love each other as much as you and Tyler!...Stop lying!…You don’t love Mary Beth like that, and you know it!…”

Thank God Mishka saved him with a dramatic wave of his arm. “Uh...I gotta go! Just don’t let him drink too much, okay?...,” Chris stammered, hanging up before Drew could respond. He needed to get his mind off Tripp. Their lives were coming to a crossroads now, and all he needed, was a gay relationship to really complicate matters!

When Chris got over to Mishka, it seemed that he was ‘wearing’ his dinner! Mishka had no interest whatsoever in romantic overtures. “You know what?...You are too sexy tonight, for me to eat dinner now!...Let’s go to Niklas’ house and have some fun!,” he purred, admiring Chris from head to toe. Chris felt like he got sucker punched, as enticing as the offer was. “Umm...Okay!...So you’re not hungry?,” he asked, trying to disguise him disappointment. Mishka’s smile was wicked. “Not for food!...For your cock!”

Apparently, it was planned, because when they walked up to the incredible, million dollar villa, no one was there. Chris wanted to look around, but it seemed Mishka wanted to get down to business. They barely walked into the foyer, before he was swallowing his tongue.