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“Damn kid, you're better than any dame I know.”
Dean Martin, as he was called now, rolled off the kid he knew as Joseph.
“Sure I am, that's why you keep coming back for more. I'm a man, and I know what men like, and might I add, you're the best I've ever had.”
Dean reached over and kissed his sinful mouth, and enveloped him in a bear hug. He doesn't know why, but he's had a lot of feelings for this kid lately. Feeling…something Dean Martin did not do. He only reacted to what was in front of him at the moment. When he'd met Joseph in a basement club in New York City a year ago, he was instantly attracted to him and Joseph gave out certain signals that led Dean to believe that he wanted him in a certain way. Boy was he right. Sex had never been as intense as it was with the kid. Only 18, but with the experience of someone way older, he did things to Dean that he'd only ever dreamed about.
“That sounds good coming from you, you little maniac.” Dean kissed him again, before turning over with his back to Joseph. He immediately took the hint and scooted up close to Dean, another erection in the works. He rubbed himself against Dean until he came. That's the way it always was with them. Joseph always came when Dean was inside him, then again afterwards. Maniac is what he was.
“Ahh, you're so sexy Mr Martin, I can't get enough of you. Wanna go again?”
Joseph had reached around and was stroking Dean. “Gonna come quick, boy, no time. Joseph, ohhh, yea like that! Oh baby, god, I'm coming, get ready!” Dean spurted into his hand just as he felt Joseph coming yet again between his cheeks.
“Oh Dean! You're so sexy!”
“Three times in a half hour, boy. I must be the sexiest man in the world or you're the biggest sex maniac in the world.”
“It's both, bubbe, it's both.”
“Let's get up before we take a notion to have sex again.”
“Nothing wrong with that notion.”
“C'mon, we gotta get cleaned up.”
“Yea, yeah, so you can go hop on the train to Chicago.” Joseph was dejected and it showed. A whole two weeks, he'd be gone, then he, himself would be in New Jersey for a week.
Dean was amused until he saw the kid's face. “Hey, what's this?” Dean said, a bit too soft, he even sounded to himself like he…..ahem…cared.
“Oh nothin,” Joseph recovered quickly, “just, just don't wanna go back to Jersey, y'know.” Joseph's expressive eyes were looking everywhere except at the man talking to him.
Dean paused for a few seconds, watching him. He keeps dressing himself, willing himself not to get involved. When he'd finished, he grabbed his wrinkled jacket and walked to the door. Joseph jumped up and followed him.
“Well, kid, til next time. I would say call me but that gets expensive, so I'll just see you when I can…ok?” Dean peered underneath the boy's down turned face. “Hey, what is it it with you? Huh?”
“Nothin. Just gonna miss you, that's all. Ain't nothin wrong with that is there?”
“Course not. I mean, it ain't gonna be like that is it?”
“Don't know what you mean”
“Like this.” Dean pointed between Joseph and himself. “I mean, we got a good thing goin here. Let's not mess it up.”
“Sure…I'm sorry. Just thought…well I don't know what I thought. I just get crazy ideas, s’all.”
Dean stood uncomfortably, a good distance away from Joseph. “Well I better get goin, I'll see you around, ok? Listen, I…”
“It's ok. I'm an idiot, y'know,” Joseph laughed nervously, before dropping his head, “least that's what everybody says.”
“Everybody huh? Well everybody, whoever they are, don't know nothin, nothin at all.” Dean ruffled his hair and was gone.
Joseph Levitch stood watching his back, all the way down the flight of stairs until he was gone. He had done it again, he thought. He had clung too tightly, he really was foolish enough to let himself believe he had found somebody this time. Dean had stuck with him for a whole year, and he tells himself he should have known that Dean wouldn't like anybody like him, that it was just the sex. He knew it now, and thank God he didn't cry and tell Dean he had fallen for him, and fallen hard.
“Damn!” Dean exclaimed to himself. They had a good thing going. Joseph was easy going and fun, really fun, but not just in a sexual way. He made Dean laugh and to Dean, having the ability to make somebody laugh was like having magic powers. They had so much fun together going to clubs, walking on the beach at two in the morning, shooting a game of pool or just sitting in either of their hotel rooms, doing nothing, but listening to the radio, or stretched out on the bed, reading comic books. What a kid, Dean used to think, to want nothing from me except a good time. He didn't have time for this, Dean thought. He already had a wife and two kids, they demanded his full attention, and then there was this kid. He took the edge off, made him feel real good about himself, made him believe he'd make it big and be somebody. Dean lay back on his bed, listening to the clatter of the train as it rolled along through the countryside. It'd be mid morning before they reached Chicago, so Dean had nothing to do but think. He never could figure him out all the way. Dean knew he called himself Jerry professionally, but could never figure out why he insisted on being called Joseph. He never asked, he didn't think it mattered. Why does it now? Why is he losing sleep over an eighteen year old kid he has fun with? The rational part of his brain told him to steer clear, Joseph Levitch was trouble, the kind he didn't need, but the irrational, illogical, nonsensical part of his brain told him to mail him a postcard as soon as he hit Chicago. Dean knew it was probably the wrong thing to do, and he knew he might regret it one day, but he also knew that it feels kind of right, and he needs that, but he never thought that a boy, hundreds of miles away needed it even more.
"Joseph, just thought I'd let you know that I made it to Chicago ok. Train was loud and uncomfortable but I'm here. Wish me luck. You can send me something if you'd like, hotel address is down below. See ya soon, your pal, Dean."
A postcard, a postcard from Dean! He didn't think he'd ever hear from him again, and here he is, holding a postcard from him. Joseph sniffs it, hoping to get a whiff of Dean. He smelled so good and Joseph missed him so. He clutches it to his chest, unable to put it down just yet. Maybe Dean shouldn't have sent it, it would have made it easier for him if he'd never heard from Dean again, but maybe Dean intends on coming back. Maybe Dean will seek him out. Usually, Joseph always found Dean, but if Dean was to find him, it'd be the first time that anybody ever seeked him out, and Joseph likes that feeling, he likes it very much, indeed.